Human.

I look at the street, i see people

I look at you and i see you

I see you everywhere

Everywhere i go every where i roam

I see you 

My Alter Ego

You are not saint 

You are no angel

You are no sin

You are no sacrifice

You have no shape

You have no face

You are a man,

Just what you were meant to be.

You see no sin,

You see no sinners

Just people who just walk by

No losers no winners

Just a man, talking to another,

No thief,no justice,just one

existing of another.

You see no justice

Not coz justice is blind,

You see no justice,

Coz justice is for the blind,

Coz whats for the blind you cannot see

Coz whats for the blind you cannot see.

The blind see no man

The blind see no faith

The blind see no love,nor lovely blossoming flowers

The blind will see,

What they want to see

They see a saint,an angel,a shape ,a face

They see sin,they see sinners,they see losers

And they see winners.

- Lets be human first.

good riddance

every where i go,every place i see
every day , every night , i see me
letting go,my past has past,
you and me we could never last

The world smiles with a cold summer rain
i see my smile in the pools of your eyes
see myself trying in vain
if only i could let go of the pain
it reeks on never dousing the flames,
merciless still , in the cold november rain

The perfect design

"A genius design can always overcome ordinary coding skills......."


                  -  I hate coding redundant stuff now.Especially since i wasted around 12 nights just dukin it out in the office for something that could have been done in 3 days.How did i know ? I did it in 3 days later on...Deleted the entire shit , and replaced it , in 3 days....Designing is a very major part of coding.

I learnt it the hard way...

And thank god for it.

Early morning

Got up at 12 today after a nice night out at the office till 5.Pathetic.Yeah.

Went up to the cafeteria, at around , 2 . NDTV was playing yet another pliagiarization of the Brangelina couple , calling it the Saifeena.I dont get whats with these news channels.K , it convenient to call them that , but really ? Isnt it so darn irritating to read something like Saifeena ? I mean , it sounds like some kind of dish washing powder for christs sake ! 

i have had enough of this gates and feena crap...And i have had enough of these people sensationalizing stuff.Also , in a way they kind of remind me of the show off guy at the pub in Good Will Hunting...Flaunting knowledge to impress,with absolutely no originality....Get a life you news channels ! 

Have been watching the same trend with movie reviews too.No one talks about why they didnt like the movie.How can you not like the movie if the characters looked like that from a Hugh Grant movie ? Did you get bored or entertained ? Thats what matters to me.Kinda makes you skeptic when the same review ends with, " All the characters have done a good job in acting and were funny" , and " the dialogues are really slapstick , like from a Hugh Grant movie " , and "You dont get the same vibe as that from a F.R.I.E.N.D.S sitcom" ..I mean , wtf ? It would be like saying that John Abraham is a bad star coz he shares looks with his mother.. ( No insults here.Just making an odd comparison.Sorry Johns mother)

Being Human

"A man who doesnt value a dogs life will never learn to value a fellow beings as well."

Thirsting

The flame it burns,

Inside me

Reeks on , everything that i hide

Gasping for breath

It wallows, inside

the hallows of my mind

The flame it burns,

in wait,

it shall seize,

doused and forgotten

whats hidden

shall stay hidden

you said hello,

and i took this world for a given

Homecoming

It was homecoming.She was overjoyed.Overwhelmed to be home,gonna miss those days in Sikkim.But that is nothing compared to this.Home has been missed a lot, so have been friends.So has it been the other way round.Must feel great to be missed.Truly.She thanked god for that.For a family.For friends.It was an unusually cold day at Guwahati.The flight would be taking off at 4 am.Unusually early.But she felt warm.She felt at home already.

There is not much you can do when you are have been waiting for a homecoming for 5 years.An unusually long time.But she waited.And the wait was over.Well, almost.But the last 6 hours lasted more than all the 60 months she had spent waiting.It was a sweet homecoming indeed.

   - Waiting for my homecoming.

  - Me.

Dreams of an Insomniac

the breath stops,so does the screaming

so does every bit, of my senses , dreaming

was never so real

cringing in my slumber , 

i scream to be free, for the pain that i feel

could never be pain, for the real.

I fight to tear , into my insecurity

i fight to lie , to my naivete

i pull myself out of chasms

mighty cruel and insensitive sarcasms,

i get up, run as far away as my legs take me

take me to her i scream 

i shake myself up 

and i am there.

Jackasstic interpretations

The following is an excerpt of a conversation i had with one of my friends over chat.Of course , here the me is her and 

sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com is me :)  

sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: dude

  wid music too m hopeless

  m good at listening

 me: wat about the second round

  interview

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: i ll stick to tat

 me: ?

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: yea

  interview over

  it was yesterday

10:57 AM me: how was it

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: i was in pune fr 4 days

  i v decided not to join

  :D

  it was cool

  asked me about sampling and all tat

 me: why?

  wat happened

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: well .. .

  its a 3 year course on paper

  5 year course in reality

 me: oho

  so

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: all fulltoo film only

  nothing to do with music

  or live sound

  projects all film

10:58 AM on set recording

  ie sync sound

  and dubbing

  and effects

 me: oho

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: so ,

  pretty much

  not my cuppa tea.

  dotn wanna do it fr 5 years re.

 me: yea thats true

10:59 AM and that too something thats close to what you want but not exactly waht you want

  but see you are not that lazy...you made so much effort for this

  :D

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: lol

  well yeah,

  but

11:00 AM it was lil too easy if u ask me

  :P

11:01 AM me: hmmmm thanks that is some encoragement, so if my prof kicks me out of lab , and I have nowhere to go, please help me in this easy task so that I can spend 5 more years of my life doing nothing

  :D

U C , this is the point where all your thoughts centre into a space where you form conclusions on baseless assumptions.I assumed that she was being sarcastic and hence , her 5 years in PHD turned into my 5 years at FTII and her earnest want for help turned into a very sarcastic " ah if u think thats easy , get your fat ass down here and finish my job too...EINSTEIN"

K the rest is what followed...Ideally any sarcastic comment coming from an Indian girl, almost irrevocably has to a movie dialogue. :P

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: wow

  thats a movie dialogue

 me: what??

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: i mean

  what u just typed

  sarcasm + analogy and all

Eh , yeah ,the analogy is the comparison between her 5 years in PHD  and my 5 years in FTII.Wow.This is Chris Nolan stuff.But the reality is......

  

 

11:02 AM me: saracasm??...analogy???....wow

  amazing interpretation

  :D

 sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com: well if u do need help

  do ask

  i can always deny

11:03 AM me: now i know where not to look for help

 

Actually...now that i have read it again, i know that it was a harmless joke.I guess like there are people who are sarcasm deaf,Sarcasm is starting to give rise to people who are non-sarcasm deaf. * oooh..i see sarcasm everywhere *** god save me **** 

Photography, a few #Wants

1.Super portraits of a super cute girl :D . Ok.Not really.But , i havent had a chance to shoot any real portraits.Firstly, its because , i am kind of insecure with a camera while shooting people.I am not good at non candid shots. :| . I would love to have a go at portraits sometime.Especially some real cute ones :D.And may be with some real flashes,and some real nice window lighting and may be with some nice gothic effects.

2.Ultra wide angle portraits : I dont have a wide angle lens yet.But that would be so fucking awesome !

3.Selective lighting : All those pics where only some part of the subject is lit.Looks freaking cool.

4.Panoramas : I wanna travel !!!!

5.Sea : Enough said.Havent seen a sea shore since i got myself a camera :-/

6.Friends Portraits : No one has agreed to pose.They all think that it is gay.No opinions.Before i took up this, even i would have had the same opinion.

7.Self Portrait : Needs a lot of patience...I love some of these guys doing it the way they are..

Dynamic rating

Yeah , right.Its an algorithm class...

This kind of algorithm can be applied to only very complex data types , known as chicks...

So here we go.

Chick wears salwar kameez = + 1/2

Chick wears high heel chappal = 0

Chick with salwar kameez has make up on = -3

Chick wears jeans - +1

Chick wears T-Shirt  - +1

Chick wears a T-Shirt and Jeans with 32 waist size - -5

Chick wears a smile  - + 3

Chick wears a smile everytime she needs to get her work done -  -25

Chick is fun to talk to - + 10

Chick is fun to talk to , but doesnt talk to you - -30

If you answers are true , add the scores to the final score

If its a negative , you are in an unfair world

Otherwise , you are in heaven !!!

Perspective

There are times when someones right is someones wrong and someones pain in the butt is someones eh.well.k.m being a pervert now.Lets get back to the point....

Yah, there are times when you think that you are alright bitching about the first pretty girl who doesnt talk to you.Coz shes a b@#%h , rite ? Aha, we have all done it. :)

Inspired from a real life story -


A Scene from Karthik calling Karthik (totally made up :)

Karthik to his friend

Karthik : Dey ,that new girl deepika is so darn uptight dude.She aint giving anyone any looks and plus shes just talking to this random guy from cubicle 123. I mean wats the deal .. ? We are all nice guys too.. ! Have i got something stuck in my teeth ?

Friend (i ll call him Tedy ) : Bro ,yeah i know.I guess she is a little quiet.

K : Yeah ,whatever , its not like i care or something , but i think that she's a complete beauty queen type.She thinks that she is Katrina Kaif material.

T : Eh .. I think Katrina is ugly.

K : Ah, great, not a great analogy for you to chew on then.K fine , she is like ehmm... Oh you are Mallu arent you ..ehehehee..i know who you like.. *_*

T : Dey , please, we are Mallus alright , but it doesnt mean that we have such an obtuse sense of beauty ...

K : Eh, did u say obese ?

T:Obtuse you jackass ,obtuse!!..

K : Oh , ok..Dude , k watever.She thinks that She's a beauty queen

T : Nah , i dont think so .. May be i should talk to her , after all i was with her in college and all that.She sure dint seem that way then.

K : Eh , yeah , you kinda are approachable.I mean , most women think that you are gay..

T : Wut ? !%!!!%

The same evening , printer room :)

Teds and Deeps

Tedy : Dude , why the hell are you so quiet in office ?

Deepika : Eh , i m just minding my own business.I dont like the people in office coz the moment i open my mouth in office , they brand me a slut.

Tedy : Eh, oh .Not much of an option then , is there..

Deepika : Ya , tell me about it.If they find me takling to you now , we are gonna be romeo and juliet material tomorrow.

Tedy : Nah , they all think that i am gay.

Deepika : Oh they know as well ?

Tedy : (!@#%@#%@#)

The late movie review of - SALT

I had dismissed this movie as just another CIA agent struggling with privacy (Mrs Smith in her bachelorhood , if you will ) movie.But then, it proved out to be pretty different from usual...

The story line is good.It keeps you occupied.Everything unravles in a sequence that matches the early vague description of the entire plot.In fact , the intro to the movie is in itself a very engaging or rather a puzzling one ( if not in retrospect).The way every character changes in the end of the movie is also good.The only down side to the movie is its weak climax.All you can see is agent SALT getting off the chopper and running away.Angeline jolie looks a little too weak to be running on forever.The climax is in fact a big let down after such great twists towards the end of the movie.Every hero turning villian and every villian (Jolie) turning hero , is pretty easily narrated.Such finesse in narration definitely deserved a better climax.

Angelina looks a little less sexy in this movie.Of course, the movie had no such connotations to it , so one can say that she remained true to it.But well,Jolie is Jolie,she deserves to show off some oomph , doesnt she ? I think she ismore lethal that way.But well, it dint happen.One can put that up as one of SALT's shortcomings.Im not being a pervet here.its just that , movies such as Tomb Raider , have captured her feminine attractiveness in a not so non sensual way,even if you ignore the bare back scenes.I guess more attention could have been paid to the costumes or something.

Overall , Salt flatters to deceive , but only after you have had enough fun watching almost 3/4ths of the movie.You expect a clincher , but it never happens.Call it an early culmination if u will :P . 

Ego

Ego is something that never leaves any of us.I guess in most part , it is what makes us what we are.And all of us , including myself ,would only not care to re-read the last sentence , but would not also care to realize that "what makes all of us " might have a connotation that goes like "all of us big time , hypocritical,complicated,obnoxious narcissist bastards !" .

We are most often not even a little surprised by our own hypocrisies..Egoes hide our intellect , and most usually it takes one big choke slam on it,to get us back,going back to business.Of course, naming it "choke slam ", would be downright silly.So we decided to name it ,self realization ,selflessness and what not.

Of course, i am not saying that this is some kind of incredible sin or something.Its just , well...Human.We are all humans , arent we.We err, we fuck up.And most importantly we make amends.

Ego does make us what we really are.Most of it though is defined by its absence.But well, how good is chocolate without the bitter cocoa.

PS : this post was triggered by thoughts about a certain friend.Enough said.

Tiny Dancer

Btw , the song is called , Tiny dancer. forgot to mention tat .

Blue Jean Baby

The song has been stuck in my head for the past 24 hours.Cant just get it out.I m not sure why i like this song :P.

Loads of good images popping up , with every line he sings , and the piano in this song is just fuckin awesome !!! 

So much finesse and such a beautiful voice.

Elton \m/

Now that he has given up his professional career , i m not really hopeful about more songs like this coming up in the future.Pity that it had to be lady gaga who shared the shit out of him.Of all the people. (not that Gaga is bad or something.But Sir Elton is an entirely different league.).

Link to this song is available. :D  use at ur own risk :)  - http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=YBG3DPiPaH7aL1zDVJRq

Walk On

would you pass

by me,

and never see me again,

or,

would you see me,

and then pass , and never look back again,

would you look,

condascend,flash a smile,

that would last a second or,

would you look,smile,

and we walk by,

walk on,

forever.

Rant-em-rants

patterns , 

roll across

my eyes

i see them,

smirk,

tell myself.

another day

another place

another face,

same heart

same soul

waiting , 

for another.

Love Paranoia

Its late, its dark

Wheres the light,grope around just for a spark

Looking hard,looking around,

wound i am ,oathbound 

Looking for u , looking around,

blind i am , love bound 

Tagged BACCK

K , i got tagged back on my lame tag by the great Milcom himself.Bastard..!
So here it goes.. .( ah , this is called giving a doctor the taste of his own bad medicine.M gonna think twice the next time i wanna tag anyone)

1 I’d rather die than – kill myself :D
2. I would rather not talk to that chick in the metro compartment coz - chances are that , that chick would get down at the nearest metro station.They are pretty close you know.She can walk from there to her station if she wants to.Or may be catch the next one.Damn u delhi metro!! (no metro in bangalore yet..so this is my delhi period we are talkin about :) )
3. I would rather not get out of the house right now and go chick mongering coz – Its landmark sales day, cheap people dominate.And if i do get out, i d rather monger for cheap books on sale :D .
4. I can eat 10 chapatis in one go , provided – My mom makes it .AND ITS SUNDAY.
5. I am the best cook , when it comes to - makin my own recipe , that only i eat. i absolutely love my food! .And yeah , i make deadly Tea :)
6. Bass Heavy vs Treble Heavy – I love bass..give me more !! but ya, treble is needed in a moderation.
7. Death metal vs Thrash metal – Thrassshhhh!!! (cymbals/crash/hihat/bass drums/rhythm guitar/shredding solos/decipherable vocals :D )
8. Guitar vs Twitter – Twitter is for the jobless.I would still go with Guitar :D
9. Nerd vs Metalhead , wic one would u rather be known as ? I wanna be known as a nerd.But i am not there yet.I m too fat and too dumb to be one.YET :P . I am not a metalhead anymore.Hardly have the space to headbang here.But in spirit , hell yeah !
10. College Crush – Had 2.One was above my league.One hit me below my..eh..ehehe.
11.School Crush – Had one there too.I told her after college and then , she apparently had put point 10 to effect before i had and it worked out for her.
12.Dumping experiences – Its an epic one. i got dumped via an SMS.
13.Passion since childhood – I have not managed to keep any passion going since childhood.... ehmm..but ya, music/photography stayed the longest.But started practisin quite recently.
14.Greatest #fail moment – SMS
15.Greatest #epic #win moment – successfully dislodging the FTII app form on time. ( i honestly cant remember any others..loads of real awesome ones with family,like buying my sister her first Camera.But they are default and too corny to be put here :D )

Yesterday

Found this new radio called jazzradio. You can listen to it on http://www.jazzradio.com , if you really like Jazz ie ;) . And yes , it is not all that pacy.I found it really hard to get prepped up by the music , though it was really beautiful.Its easier to get lost in it than get pumped up.

Other than tht ,theres been nothig going on, except work.Need to work on a couple of pictures that i had clicked sometime back.Hoping to get the time to do it..

I realized that the editing i did for my last flickr pic was a total disaster with untouched portions and the abysmal text at the bottom was never so obvious , after my TFT gave me an all together different look after the sun went down.Curse u low LED TFTs!.

I think i gotta put a curtain up , or else may be buy a CRT. :|

the hunt is on , for shrkhand !

days are just turning out to be big bores...esp since my GRE is coming up...muggin up wordlists aint easy.Neither is getting all the answers right in Math.Its always mind vs matter.COncentration is supposedly supposed to rule supreme.It aint happening for me.I always goof up , if not here , over there.Expectin a miracle cure soon.just 6 days to go.!!!

In other news..finally got to upload a pic on flickr after a loong time..YAY ! . you can check it out on www.flickr.com/photos/camera_bipod/

Oh ,ya . I also went out fishing for shrikhand (ehehe.coincidentally, matches with my name.. :P) .It was nowhere to be found.Looks like Shrikhand is in high demand :P .

Hopefully i ll get it by next week. :( .
Have a great week ahead . WTF starts from tomorrow :P

Cheers !

Oh,i am a millionaire ??

Got a mail today from a Ms Judith...

And it said ....

"

Mrs.Elizabeth picked your email for an inheritance of $18Million.For details email:e.etters124@rogers.com

"

LOL . Thats the most suave SPAM mail i have ever received :) 

Wake Up sid.rehash.

Yes, it happened again.
I watched wake up sid.
again.and again. and again.
Looks like the movie isnt that bad after all :D :D

Firstly theres a lot of things that i really really like about this movie.

1.The music.Its epic.no comparisons.Shankar Ehsaan Loy know how to make the younger generation swing (ya i count myself :P)
2.The music..Oh ok.fine.im over the music part....2 is the photography...Some mind blasting sequences in kya karoon and Iktara..The way the colours are put together in the background is simmmply superb.So darn sweet and pleasing to the eye.( I konw im sounding gay here , but , well..its one movie that gives you a kick wen ur looking for colours :D )
3.The actttinnggggg ..Konkona is supperr..i loved the chemistry between her and Ranbir.She pulls of a sweetie pie in this movie.U do start feeling bad for her at times...The confused,self inflicted sophistication, compared to Sid's true down to earth innocence.. For being a TYPICAL BONG GIRL may be :P ..
4.Ya , Ranbir is good too :D
5.Amit Trivedi Kicks ass with Iktara.Total Love for this number.no Doubts :D
6.I love his camera.I love his job . i love her job.And i Love the fact that her boss likes Jazz..I love Jazzz!!! And ya.i so want a Jazz By the Way in Bangalore..SomeOne ??!!
7.I m still wondering how everything he clicks in that picture turns out to be pretty and awesome ...hmm...makes me wanna relive some of my jobless days..

blogging....about

It has been quite some time since i have started this blog.And it has been quite some time since i stopped writing sensible stuff in it (ya , i know may be never is something that comes to my mind too).But earlier , when i started writing this blog,the kind of content it used to have was atleast and honest trial at getting creative.Now it just seems to be a lil too forced.Its been a nice blogging experience so far.And since i want to keep it that way, one of these things is gonna happen in the near future, starting tomorrow
1.Force blogging everyday ,non stop blogging about stupid insignificant/funny/boring/gruelling/pervy/narcissist content everyday
2.No random indiscriminate blogging , if no blog updates even after a week.A point 1 phenomenon might occur if i get a lil too bored
3.This blog might become a photoblog.ahhahahahaha.

Re-Dun-Dunce

Well..All these days..

All these days of effort spent, wondering...HW much bigger can a hard disk get ? How much more can u actually store...how much more would you want to store...came to a culmination, and it read  - "AS MUCH AS YOUR FRIEND DOES " .

Well , yah, it sounds corny and all , but if you really look hard ..you would realize that , most of the data that occupies your  500 Gb or more of your hard disk is either from your friends, roomies, classmates,officemates / the internets , the latter only if you are an obsessive download addict of sorts....And ya, thats not downloading , its called hoarding. :) 

500 GB of songs can last an eternity, I can promise you that its going to last a 25 years if you keep playing them non stop.OH YEAH.unless tehy are a cheap FLAC algorithm gone wrong or something , and exceeding 70 mB per song. :P 

500 GB of movies will render you blind ..a.hhh...may be not..but seriously , if you can watch those many movies, then please , dont read this blog .You have a movie waiting for you. :)

I jsut realized that i bot a 500 gb portable and then in a day managed to copy all the zilch from my friends laptop , which was again a 500 +320.Talk about reduncancy...i am not even gonna watch half of the stuff..since i do not know what i am not going to watch, i am not going to delete any of it either....Well atleast now i know why greed for space will last..forever and ever.

Rain

Every day is a new day they say

like the breaking dawn is the same every same day

the moon rises in the west

the cuckoos never nest

people always always hope for the best

like every rain that falls down to the ground

no drop has no more freedom than any other ones

neither does it choose where it would fall

one day or the other it would feel the ground

everyday is different from now or then,

every day is different , just like the summer sun

one day it sets with an ashen glow

and one day , it sets under a rainbow

summer showers are never ever the same

every rain brings a fragrance , like an exotic flame

not every drop falls , not every drop rolls

not every drop floats up in the heaven above

the suns too hot , the suns too strong

it goes back where it belongs.

-- my idea of a twisted fate.half in my hands and half in someone elses (all yours)

I want everything ..no..i want nothing ..no no ..i want...

Yea,

Thats how my life has been like (Class wise,old indian istyle.)

Class 4 : My uncle thinks that i have a sense of rhythm (yea.i luv my uncle.he made me feel so special) . My dad enrolls me for mrudangam classes.The class is like an hr away from home.I dont want people messing with me on saturdays.I quit after 1 year.

Class 5: My mom enrolls me for music classes ( again someone thought that i cud sing..ehmm.i dint.it sounded horrible when i recorded it and played it back on my tape recorder.nothing like what i heard inside my head).I quit after 3 years.The worst part is that , all the way till my 9th standard, my voice never broke....i dont think that it has broken , even now.... :P

Class 6 : Guitar Classes : haha..comedy.never learnt anything except "Tujhe dekha tho " , in my guitar .. my dad still pokes fun at me for those times.. :)

Class 8 : Interest re-emerges in music.Gets drowned coz ppl thought that i sounded like a girl.

Class 9 -10 : Not much action... A lot of discovery channel

Class 11-12 : Cultural events, group songs , beetles- " cant buy me love " , i am the only male singer  in a group of 4 ( how i wish tat would repeat NOW).My voice must not have broken then.... :|

College : aah..IIT , Kharagpur , spring fest .. rock rock , metal metal..loads of headbanging with buddy Vivek and we end up being rock music fans...and i say goodbye to indian music.Total ignorify my Cultural Arts teacher after 2 years of compulsory classes and there i end up learning nothing....Some music composition on the guitar , inspired by some nice blog poems.......Later on in the 4th year , i realise tat m gonna start working and i just have 1 month to start playing some music...Some night outs on Prep Leaves in the music room with my juniors and hence some memory worthy times....

Now : Nothing to do...Programming - dislike , photography - amateur , drums- amateur ,guitar - amateur,singing -amateur,composition - very amateur

Too many hobbies to count...Or is it too few ?? 

:O

Ever since then.....

I must have started blogging in college.Frankly i dont remember.And for the past 6 years , ever since i started blogging

1 the quality of my blogs has not improved a little bit.

2 I havent learnt anything apart from a lot of copy paste work and some CMS (codeManagementSystem), underscoring_ in un_necessary places,lots of tweeting,a lil bit about cameras,flickr spamming,blogger spamming,developing an inflated ego,bad english,long insensible sentence construction by prolonging an already endless boring list with more boring insensible self recursive stuff like this etc etc...

3 Music hasnt progressed anywhere..My interest still stays.I havent composed a full song after my 3rd year

4. i havent learnt a single extra chord

5. I havent practised guitar for more than 10 hrs flat. 

and.........

6. Added 1 more follower in the form of Priya (This was very accidental for her.not on purpose..I am sure. :)

7. Gained may be 2 Kgs.

8. Lost a lot of hair

9. Cornied my jokes to the heights of corny

and.....

10. Developed a little bit of a wiki addiction

11. Developed jealousy for guys with good looking chicks (they didnt exist in college..i swear)

12. Honed my chick staring skills

13. Maintained my no bullshit with chicks policy (that means, only the usual and no being-extra-nice-with-girls policy)

14. Repelled a lot of girls because of certain policies that i stuck to.

and..

15.I might make a list of more pathetic things that i need to look back upon and say..aaah..i was so awesome...because right now i am a lot more pathetic.. :P

Reliving the Moment

There was hardly any space to move my arm.It is a hard thing for me to do.Stay still.I always have an urge to keep doing something.And when i am doing something , i have the urge to let it go and do something different.This situation in an elevator filled up with 15 odd people was one of those.My eyes wouldn't stay still.I spotted a couple in front of me.The woman held a child in her hand.She must have been 2 months old.A little whimper from her in the congested elevator was forcing her mother to repeatedly shoo and cajole her to sleep.She had brown eyes just like her mother and she had beautiful skin.The lift gradually emptied its way out through each floor and i somehow ,surprisingly, did not or in fact , just could not take my eyes of the little girl.She was beautiful.

Looking back, it  was all part of just an elevator ride.But then , i had experienced was nothing but watching my life rewind a 23 years and 10 months in time with may be a fair skinned angel replaced by a thick skinned moaner .

Manic Social Service

You werent really there
neither was i
nothing was said
nothing was asked
that which was given
was never taken
to have existed
seen shot nor proven

Remember,would you ever
hope shall never fade
for that which i spilt
shall never evade me,
my mind my soul
driven numb
By those piercing words
of silence ,make me feel so dumb

I hope it never fades away,
from your mind,
that it stays in a nook ,
prodding away and you shall look,
stare for a moment,
loosen your hold,
on your self, just let go,
a lil bit, from your real dreams
and look,realize and then scream

I hope not,in agony.

Love.

aching down from head to toe, 

i see , the sweet valley below

promises a great fall 

would i remember the time i hit

sweet ground , not so sweet again

the scent of yours is bloody again

waging wars was never to gain

here i reign ..here i reign here i reign..

Love you cannot see , 

i wonder why you cant feel,

i m wondering if everything is real,

is something else part of this deal.

flying like a bird , m free to go 

to go , and i fly so low 

every bird i see flying above,

flying , flying after love..........

Love is what defines everyone of us here...and sometimes , you need to let go of it to give it back.

We like

Its almost a usual chore to write out a list of things you like and then wait to see if someone else likes it.Be it in the form of photography / blog  / watever...

But i m just wondering if there can be a list of things that we all like..for sure !! 

M giving it my best shot here....

What guys like (ya.they must ! )

1. Porn  (actually who doesnt..hmm..)

2. Girls (yea most of us do)

3. Ogling (all of us do , but many hate to admit it)

4. Hating Pink (yea mooost of us do)

5. Hating feeling miserable and teary eyed infront of people (boys cant cry)

6. Hating the IT industry though it pays you for doing practically nothing

7. Having a college crush

8. Bitching about her in a manly manner ("manly manner" ? ..dont ask me how)

9. Claiming to have doped in college(applies to metal heads only)

10. Facebooking your velapan awway.....

What girls like (not like i know..but , this is a guys BIBLE.)

1. Porn ( i sure hope so)

2. Guys

3.No ogling...its strictly acting like miss indifferentiality.

4.Squint eye -side look technique - ( a smart variant of ogling which largely has evolved in the southern parts of asia , especially in south india , where girls dont have the mandate to stare at guys and might literally feel the stick (no puns) if orders are disobeyed)

5.Nail Polish

6.Combs

7.Mascarra (not really..but i like girls who wear mascarra, and to me they are the only girls who exist for now :P )

8.Playing the unpredictable - girls know that , we guys are kinda desperate...they love bein unpredictable.... this stuff kinda wears of after marriage coz then theres no more GUYS hitting on tehm concept.Theres A guy and showing off some indifferentiality-ness is not gonna shake that man !

9.Dumping atleast one guy in college ( yea, i v seen this..its in their bucketlist..for sure)

10. Wincing at swear words in public.. ( this needless to be said when done ,  is usually a sick part of their beautiful face)

Five Sound Questions to sounDesign

Gianpaolo D'Amico and Sara Lenzi. Photo by Nunzio Talamo.

If you still don’t know Everyday Listening now it’s the right time. Hugo Verweij is the creator of this wonderful blog dealing with art, inspiration and creativity in the field of music and sound.

Some months ago Hugo had this nice idea of creating Five Sound Questions, a series of small interviews to discover the most intimate side of professionals and artists who work with Sound in many ways. The list of people who joined Hugo’s initiative is very interesting: Zimoun, Stephen Gallagher, Anna Friz, Miriam Lohan, Stephen Cornford, Olle Cornéer and Martin Lübcke, Verónica Mota, Yuri Suzuki, Alyce Santoro and Jack Pavlik.

If you’re curious, these are the questions:

1. What sound from your childhood made the most impression on you?
2. How do you listen to the world around you?
3. Which place in the world do you favor for its sound?
4. How could we make sound improve our lives?
5. What sound would you like to wake up to?

Now the time has come. Hugo sent us his invitation to partecipate, then I and Sara put our head on the floor with our usual headphones and asked our friend Nunzio Talamo to shoot some photo. We had a lot of fun and then we got inspired for the sound answers too: this is our personal contribution to the 5 questions series.

Hi Hugo, thank you very much.

via soundesign.info

Some sound design stuff i found. .Interesting page too ..

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pre-Posterous!

So far all my entries in this site have been a lil ..well pre-posterous...J;ust getting used to this place..My ingenius plan is to just have one one stop all intelligent online content management site and i m hoping this will do the job !  ! 

I think i am not gonna be able to maintain this place all that well , but still i ll take it step by step :) 

Next , i ll try posting a pic . . 

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Express

Photoshopping is grossly underestimated.people are so Easily made to believe that its tampering of the art by the so called purists.how can something that helps you express , be so demeaned? I guess its just sheer prejudice.still to come in grips with using it effectively,especially the colour corrections and sharpening. I have seen some real artists in this field. Hoping to get closer to them.some day.

Humane

- The prologue -

She was the most misunderstood.

- ________

Reasoning is Hollow

Everyone would find reasons to judge her.There was no shortage of doubts about her.She seemed far too nice to me in the first instance.I would watch her smile , her eyes...They bore a nuances of innocence ,childishness,stubborn authority..

Authority is something that intimidates people.No matter how much you love a leader,its often hard to take direct commands from him at all times , though thats what you claim he/she is exceptionally good at.Irony.Yes , so was it with her.....The irony almost ate her up.Most doubted , for her quiet behaviour , she went on ahead , doing as she pleased , she managed to assume a very wraith like figure in my mind. Not that i did not know her...I always felt that there was some mystery surrounding her.Some grief , some unknown , some secret....... I could always tell from her eyes..she was unhappy....

Many a times i thought that i could do something about it because its always hard to drown into an ocean of uknown. I could never see what she was thinking.Neither did i think that i knew her well enough till then....The attempt however failed at multiple times.You never mess with authority.You obey and you let it yield.I waited.

And it did.

It was just one of those days...One of the most insignificant days , i was sure , it would be ...but someone had let the butterfly flutter a wing .....and the flood gates opened..She spoke.....and all was white..

Shes an angel.

Dedicated to - a very sweet friend of mine..

No matter what

No matter how much love u give me 

No matter how much love u owe me

You are givin me nothing that i am asking for

You givin me too much too much to take care of

taking me for granted aint taking care of me

give me what i ask for 

give me what i want

give me all the time i need

just be around

just go fight your fight

go live your life , 

when i need you 

just stay at my sight

thats me consoling you 

yea thats right

Dont take forever to let me go

even if you do , i d never know 

i never asked u just came like a bad dream 

in my sleep , now i am too numbed to see

what you doing or what you care about

what is that you want to do 

what this is about or anything else

let me live my life , i hope theres nothing else.

Feels like Fire

Watchin with eyes so deep
filled with my soul , runs too deep
Time it ticks , while it never fades
refuses to go away
Beauty it hath struck me
can run oh - so skin deep
Leaving faults of irony in my mind

 wud be lovely even if i wer colour blind

Stings so deep , vibes so steep
the breeze turns into a firestorm
the scent leaches into an acid rain
Still , waiting to feel the pain..
coz i love the rain ...coz i love the rain..
Love the masochist ,
This feels insane.this feels like fire.
waiting to get doused ,
in the rain...
ah .. i love the rain.

PS : The title is a tribute to the dido santana - " i feel like fire " song.

Growing up

i guess i was just 10 years old.There was a cricket match at the field next to my home and i dint know a single kid.That was never a big deal.As a kid , you are meeting someone new.Some new kid from another block or something.Also , it was my first day at the playground...( i was officially allowd to roam around alone.. #win) ..

Asked these guys if i could play.. and i was.The rest of the day was just chasing the ball and getting hit for sixes and getting some nice ducks for breakfast next day etc....... Made a lil difference to any of us...Good stuff to laugh on about.

And now after another 13 years....its history...that can never repeat itself.

Photograph-her

Well , this is how most females who know jack about photography (by that i mean , pornography aint the only work u can do with the camera ) ....interpret it...
A man who is walkin around your building is all of a sudden prowling.The day just got a lil eerier and you swear that you have that sixth sense about someone voyeuring around , trying to click pics ..ah the horror. !

Damn..!

Dont blame them really..i mean..come on ..they are females..they are Literally , the most insecure people on earth.. ( k no pun was initially intended but trring..in pops the stayfree secure ad ! dont blame me..blame the pun gods.. )

- They need privacy
- They need love
- They need cosmetics
- They need their own balcony at the 5th floor to hang all the clothes they just washed
- They need the entire perimeter clear of cameras..(perimeter subject to the zooming ablity of the object.. so i guess max is like 360 mm ..translates to i donno how many metres .. :O)
- They need to feel important , though they are not..So they will definitely call up the apartment in charge, accuse him of letting insane unstable people (aka photographers) run around the building. . .

All said and done .. , the helpless owner is just gonna go " ah wtf ! the aunty does a #wifey again ! ..poor chap .. " , walks out of his room wearing the clothes his wife had hung yesterday at the balcony without any unfortunate hindrance from the glass carrying perverts...reaches the parking , stares in bewilderment at the heavily built (ya , BIG no secret ) man.

Man : *hmm curious onlooker guy approaching wearing yellow artistically challenged shirt...hm..admirer mayb*         *cough*
Owner  - "hello sir "
Man : "Hmm yea ? " *pumping data from massively interconnected / mangled neurons to the medulla oblongata *
Owner: "People are feeling insecure with you walking around the apartment "
Man : *looks down.verifies clothing * " but ..."
Owner: "The camera ..."
Man : "Oh ... " *ROFLCOPTERING..*
Owner: *ROFLCOPTERING ALONG*
Man:"Oh ok, so u mean the females ?"
Owner:"Obviously sir " - ( gives a tell me something that i dont know look mixed with the agony of the chapati maker machine falling on his head expression)
Man: *sympathetic* "Oh , k , ya i understand ..i dont blame them (read as you ..)" (thinks about the last time he had an argument with a female frnd, in which he had pointlessly conceded all his opinions to the much superior frequency of her voice (headache looming in the background) *
Owner : " Hehehe... k , i strongly advice that you dont photograph at the back of the apartment "
Man : " OH ..eh " , *WTFed momentarily* "Oh , y is that ?? "
Owner : "Anything done at the back is considered illegal " *chuckle* <-- this can be a figment of my imagination..only the chuckle ie .. :P
Man: "haha..ok..but i cant help it..the backside has awesome shadow even at 10 in the morning..perfect for some silheouttes againt the sky etc..."
Owner: " Ya i get it ...then , just make it a point that you dont point your camera at the building wen shooting "
Man : *wooot* (females not gonnna give up with a man prowling carryin a camera thats pointed downwards,laterally ,obliquely et al )
Man: "Oh ok...great sir...you wanna take a look at my pics ? , you know , not to torture you for this or anything , but just to prove my innocence ?? "
Owner : "Nah , i know.... " ( i swear that he said "these females " under his breath....i swear  ! )

Leaves. .. involuntarily giving the man with the camera unwritten permission to photograph the leaves and the sewage around the building... ( k, there wer loads of other things too..but believe me .. my apartment is the brightest red ! amazing colour..not photographin it is a sin ! )

Man makes a mental note to floor all the aunties during the apartment community meetup with his verbal jugglery...or may be not fingers crossed :x

The Pervboy effect.

K , lets cut it straight, Guys dream about girls, ogle at them and seldom ignore them when they are walking in an extremely crowded marketplace where the girl ominously stands out from the rest of the LOCAL- girls in her bright blue salwar and her golden shining necklaces.. ( k i know i am pushing it , but its just an attempt to write more than what little information i have left in my brain )

SO, now you are mostly just wondering about how this girl looks / how guys can look at girls like that , instead of WHY ? or WHY we guys look at them at all...Hmm..heres a theory...

If you ask me , one of the most important things invented in math was the feedback formula.. , where you take something / some data and repeatedly filter /fine tune the data you get based on some previous experiences..Let that be data about your brainwave ( wic always adds up to zero) / data about your testosterone levels (adds upto infinity for me and may be a bell curve for u / zero for females) / data on girls ...

The last one howver fellows , the last one has the most peculiar of effects...If you think its just ur hormones , just hold on ...it may not be just it..

Test case 1.

You find a girl at a bus stop.The bus is really late , really really...so ur ogling...just dumass (not dumas ) types..on and on...her dads watching you .. you just pretend that you are trying to look through her and read that infomercial they have pasted about pick pocketeers.(it must say , dont be absent minded ..fcorz not ..rite now , my brains the most active ! ) 

So , there you go..ur wondering how shes pretty ..how how how ? 

On a real scale , shed rank 6/10 when compared against Meg Ryan (ya heavy comparison) , Shakira ( i like her ok ?) , Kajol (Killer eyes ya ! ) , Anna hathaway ( Killer Eyes ..seriously )  / etc etc (the list is endless really ) ...BUT , shes gonna be all 10/10 for u in that tiny lil bus stop, especially since you tend to do some "absent minded / unnoticed / subsystemic conversions in your head " as i would call it ...

The Conversion - (or the pervboy theorom )

Place : Inside brain ( rough estimate..i think i think with my brain in these scenarios.. :P )

Space : that guilt patch that was uncovered at the time you hit 15

Time : Right when you panned away from her dad to her face (no adjectives yet )

Your brain takes the girl away from her dad and transports her into a place where everyone else is either frozen , deaf, dumb or uglier than you are ..The closest place that can get you there if you ask me is India .. ( i loathe how we indian men look..  :P)  ..So you are in the right place , perfecto ! Now , all htat you need is a bus , You and her catching up on old issues , like that joke you cracked when you tried hitting on her..Shes talking in slow motion and her eyes are bobbing in and out of focus and you swear to god that her eyes are more beautiful than Genelia Desouzas..."

.... " now shes waving her hair ,its more graceful than a sine wave ..more periodic and yet somehow hum...bling!..ly childish ..black shiny ..sunsilk ad takes a back seat..You swear to god that its better than Asins hair and you let her top the list again " ........

- you do this iteratively in the shortest amount of time allocated to you based on the weight-age you have opted for her hair , eyes , palms hands..ah what the heck.. u know wat m sayin ! 

in the end, the girl ends up scoring more than 100/100 on most occassions and this kinda wears off with time..If it doesnt , good luck to you... 

PS : Dear girls , thank you for being the most beautiful creatures on earth..most importantly, thank god that you are the opposite sex :P 

God , thank you for letting man invent kajal /masscara ..it has truly love massacred a thousand male souls ..

How to be a Nice Guy

Some things that u can do away with if u want a sure shot way of being a nice guy..

1. The jokes , the jokes.... ! -  k if u have a decent sense of humour u should check it...Coz no one likes humour around here...
2. The sarcasm - this is a huge deal..its not a joke ! i mean literally ! bein sarcastic is not being funny...its being  worse ... its rude.. how mean !
3. Dont be casual , be nice .... - implies not saying stuff like , "dude , i ll take care of it later " and saying  "OH, ok ... sure man , i ll get that done ..first thing once im done with what is in my hand " ( essentially means the same thing ....)
4.Ask about the weather , the lunch ..please keep talking to her (applies mostly to chicks.. ) , so that she doesnt feel bored , out of place , insecure, stupid etc...and u feel that instead.Strict no - no on music (Rock is just a wanna be genre u c ...if u like rock you are a wanna be...LAME ),no info on photography, blogs etc to be shared coz they ll think that you are marketting urself.. So kindly talk about stuff thats of no use to anyone....
5.One of the most important things that most people look for in a nice guy is his ability to tolerate all the shit that they say.May it be about their knowledge on music (like my frnd @sudhamshu pointed out. ... someone told him that yanni is a rockstar and all he cud was nod his head to it... hes a nice guy isnt he ? ).If people tell you that Keralas capital is Calicut  (ask any BIT ian ..they know it is ! ) , all that you are allowed to do is nod your head like a tender coconut swaying in the wind (thats what they see in you when they know that you are from kerala)
6.You Officially have to accept Telugu as your mother tongue if you have any Telugu guys for teammates.
7.You should never have your own opinions
8.You are allowed to eat only during / between / not spanning the entire interval unless less than 75 minutes - 8-10 (breakfast)  12-2 (lunch) , 4-5 (snacks) , 8-10 (dinner)
9.If you dont have a non telugu roommate , then you must listen to the next south indianish guy ( this might sometimes make Maharashtra the next south india (esp if we have kashmiris in teh group , which might not even qualify as india , if china keeps goin.. ) - MN guys please dont mind )
10.Your food is your god.If you claim that you dont care about what the cook makes , you are disrespecting the people around you for not letting him make good food ( WTF )

Misdirected Patriotism

Patriotism - it means loving your country..Loving your country more than anything else

It doesnt mean - Hating other countries,killing people in the other countries,mistreating people in the other countries,not allowing people from other countries to enter your countriy,treating the people in your country like VIPs and others like they are limbless bastards,insulting people in your neighbourhood country so that you can glorify your national pride.....

FUCK IT : We are all just people..Just lame people who are after our own happiness..If i have a gun pointed to your head , you are just going to give me a cheap shot in the groin and gimme a taste of my own bullet..even if i am your brother,your mother/ your sister.....
We have no claim over our motherland.We have no claim over anything.The only claim we can make is our right/duty to protect our loved and dear ones.Unless and until it can mean death to your loved one , you shouldnt just give a FUCK...

Law and Order : We  india are a very huge country..Bringing in people like pakistani batsmen, if at all , can only pose a security risk and not a risk to our national pride.What if pakistanis were involved ? Havnt we indians killed too ? Havent we sinned too ? Its the sin we must hate and not the sinner..Even if you wanna hate the sinnner , dont hate the sinners country..

I am not a pakistani supporter..I am not a chauvinist either..But i dont see the difference between the life of a human here and the life of a human there....If he wants to play for a club here, i dont see anything except glorified / meaningless indian chauvinism coming in the way...ShahRukh Khan is justified for what he did....I will justify anyone who stands up for a human cause.

PS : I thought these things were obvious...Until i had a very heated argument about his with my friends , with many wanting to just support IPLs cause..WTFed ..really...

The MNopqrS

MNopqrS -" we are so bloody unique coz we come at the posterior end of the alphabet.we cant let anyone steal our thunder..please get rid of tuvxyz for me........"
to the MNopqrS - TALL claim dudes...!

Just another post

This is just going to be random.... :)

TOpic 1 :

 Saving tigers

Well the tigers should understand that we humans are a very complex race..We are the largest in population capable of killing a million peoples happiness by uttering one wrong word and one selfish act (even insects cant do tat..ever blame a mosquito for sucking ur blood ? ).. If we cared , we wouldnt blog about it...may be we would actually....

It should be more like...we wouldnt JUST blog about it ...

Topic 2 :

Saving our asses

We are experts at it.If we dont do it , we are often called stupid ,dumb, slow brained,sissy,truthful,Mahatma Gandhi etc.....so i guess theres no point discussin that anymore....Humans are not cannibalistic..so u dont have to fear death SO much..Help someone in need,instead of saving your ass all the time ! .its not going to kill you.

Topic 3

Love : Love is really complicated..these days i only feel the need for it when i am lonely and jobless..though  , it makes me realize that its a lot more powerful than it seems - esp when u r just reminiscing about how good it would be to have someone with you, in the times of loneliness....Its a lot more than that...

Topic 4

Music : Its fun only coz ur happy playin it... (dark songs just reduce the grief i guess.by letting u vent it..i am not such a huge fan though :)

Topic 5

Monday : is a pain..but the Mondaynity is just short lived..atleast it isnt unexpected sabotage.. (like parts of my weekend )

Casual-IT-y

The Heading came from this --

Well, usually if you are an IT professional, you would naturally draw to yourself the unwanted causality - solution syndrome.

Step 1 : You are assigned some feature/bug which is to be fixed in OLD code (aka somthing u dint write :P )
Step 2 : You Fix it.
Step 3 :OLD Code fukks up after a month during load and stress testing and you get blamed for it every time
Step 4:You swallow huge volumes of conditioned polluted recirculated air from the surroundings of ur cubicle and swear to god that hell is disneyland.
Step 5:People will sympathize and all you can do is hear some retards quote your fix as the root cause

Step ULTIMATE : Next time you fix the code, you are stuck analysing teh root cause for the problem and looking for an ultimate solution...==> Nothing is impossible -->this almost counts as nothing....

SO ,in this rather heavy procedure described just above , you (the IT professional if yo are one / me if you arent one ) , are transforming yourself (/myself ) into a simple turing machine..(google it ) ..Though a lil imperfect.....

inspite of all the work put in ..we can always get our ass kicked for the smallest of errors...like a famous guy on twitter said ... "to err is human..to forgive is not company policy . )


On this joyous occassion of selfless selfs ass kicking .... i would like to request you to visit my flickr page and bash me with some comments..i really wanna know wat u think.. !! -- www.flickr.com/photos/camera_bipod

Fell 4 a Smile , well .. almost

Well , i would have fallen for sure if it were a girl.No doubt.I am sucker for their smiles.Seriously...Sometimes its harrowing.It seems that my mind goes into this high inertia spins ,blurring them out and in again.

But this time , it was something totally different.

11 am , and enter bus.500 C Volvo from Marathahalli to my office in outer ring road.just a 2 km ride..Managed to catch a seat right in the middle where i could clearly catch a glimpse of the outside world..

(meanwhile ,started wondering about the buses that i had seen on purplebeats photostream ,with an open roof...She had mentioned Jayanagar .Dint remember seein BMTC buses like those before..The pic was particularly beautiful.It deluded me into considering a possiblility of having such special moments everyday,since it was such an everyday scene.Bus with a transparent roof , and loads of flowering trees on top...Bliss...heaven.purplebeats has been very inspiring,esp with photography (and if u wer wondering wat else, well a lot of thing i can apply to music and boredom at work eliminations :P ).Thanks to her....)

 

The bus conductor looked like a nice guy...He was all smiles in serving the people who were ready to pay him some hefty , almost 4 times the usual bus fares to travel to more than usual destinations....Was quite impressed with him esp , in a job like that i find nothin amusing (long term ,short term involves fun looking at pretty girls and possible trip through some nice roads in jayanagar ? :P ) ...

 

C : (Smile ) What stop ?

Me: Kadabisanahalli (smile =| (no gaying please))

C: K

(takes 5 bucks , leaves )

Me : WTF

Me : Bhaiyya ticket ?

C : Chaahiye kya (same smile)

Me:Haaan...chaahiye bhai

Me: Kitna chaai piyoge free mein ?

C:same smile...

 

So much for me goin by the smile theory......i guess the smile is innocent if an innocent guy smiles , by that i mean anyone other than the guy who steals money from passengers and keeps it for himself....the guy was almost a piss off... bad judgment.. :P

 

Something off the topic, since i mentioned some stuff related to purplebeats an all..

 

Gave the DSC H10 back to my sis..After all i d be a hypocrite to keep it after giftin it to her :).Now on a dsc - t77 from my friend here..a good camera.Has a touch sensitive focus too !! :D .Missing manual modes a lot :| .

Guitar went well the last time i practised.M starting to love music more and more everyday....Learning a lot of things about oneself educated about his  technology and learning the art (traditionally/say like from a website :P ) is really indispensable to recreating your thoughts/ideas..May it be in music or anything else.

 

Thanks to all.. :)