tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99882182011-10-26T09:32:23.536-07:00Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-60102925420624050842010-02-15T04:40:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:32:54.690-08:00

Well, for all practical reasons, this poor blog is dead. Well, kind of living undead or some like that, actually... I update it far too infrequently for the blog to be categorized as active, and the occasional updates like this here post prevent the poor blog from quietly slipping into oblivion. So, the unfortunate blog is caught in a strange dimension between life and death. Well enough

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I guess there really is nothing like watching an idiot movie to motivate one to blog, if only to spew venom on the aforementioned train-wreck of celluloid misadventure. Just when it looked like Bollywood was beginning to mature and churn out movies which were not a total insult to human intelligence (or even a wall clock's intelligence, for that matter), along comes Kambakth Ishq and sets the

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-311594532860673232009-06-28T02:59:00.000-07:002009-06-29T04:51:00.520-07:00

In a perfect world every product/service would deliver exactly what we expected of it. The Sun would be shining, the birds singing and there would be beer flowing out of taps. Instead, we live in a world where pretty much nothing turns out the way we expect it to. The uncertainty can be pretty irritating at times, but also makes our lives so much more interesting. So, here's a short list of all I

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-36197107081634428902009-02-07T05:22:00.000-08:002009-02-07T05:30:30.890-08:00

Some of the most powerful influencers of human history are counter intuitive. Prior to the world war II, it was a norm for the victors of a war to impose excessively harsh and punitive measures on the vanquished. But this fuelled greater hatred, and further wars. It is now commonly acknowledged that part of what precipitated the second world war was the humiliating treatment meted out to Germany

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Warren Buffett is an extraordinary investor who can spot opportunities when others can only see train wrecks and disasters. That's a well known fact and you really don't need me to tell you that. But a lesser known fact, but one much more entertaining, is that he is also a master of pithy one-liners which are both hilarious and insightful. As Joey Tribiani of Friends would have said, "They're

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-79582281916899201172009-01-10T01:35:00.000-08:002009-01-10T21:55:02.569-08:00

Call me Mr. Grinch, but I do believe that 2008 was a terrible movie year. If I tried, I probably could count the number of movies I liked all year on the fingers of my hands. But I think that would be a very ridiculous and totally pointless exercise. So, this post is going to continue the tirade I had started in the previous post, with a bit of a twist. Instead of raving and ranting at bad movies

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-10456782987915486522008-12-25T22:14:00.000-08:002008-12-25T23:56:04.202-08:00

I guess the title of my blog (To Blog or Not to Blog) says it all!! What do I blog about when there's not a whole lot interesting happening in my life. Of course, it is sometimes a good thing when life isn't all that interesting, but you do get my point, don't you? I could blog about the state of the US economy, my favorite despot Robert Mugabe or about the latest episode of corporate greed and

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-69772190095970413162008-11-24T18:02:00.000-08:002008-11-24T18:38:15.262-08:00

... and neither do Citi's shareholders, debt holders, retail depositors, employees, the Wall Street, the US Govt, US taxpayers and the rest of the world. All thanks to the new "Citi-gonna-die" circus in town. That possibility, at least for the time being appears significantly diminished with the US Govt coming out with a massive bailout designed to "protect the global financial system". I would

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-80870202822676384622008-06-16T19:55:00.000-07:002008-06-16T20:03:07.175-07:00

I wonder what has happened to the time when there used to be “good news” on the News. These days it’s all doom and gloom: Oil prices rising, dollar falling, stock markets bleeding, companies going belly up, ManU winning the Champions League… Where has all the good news gone? Pretty much any person, entity, corporation, clique or any other collection of people in the news these days evokes savage

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-63011224320482022932008-06-10T20:06:00.000-07:002008-06-10T20:12:55.092-07:00

A few days ago, as I contemplated an article to resurrect my nearly dead and buried blog, I was almost sure that the post would steer clear of any political/social/religious or any other contentious issues. In other words the post would be very much like most of the posts on my blog are… a light and wholly inconsequential piece. But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get my self to write one. The

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-32343762831200564442008-05-22T16:33:00.000-07:002008-05-22T16:42:31.001-07:00

I hate New Year resolutions... very much. Not the least because I make a New Year resolution (or two) every year, and every year it is the same story. The resolution lasts like a couple of days at best, and then I'm left heart-broken and dejected. This year was no different. The resolution was that I would post every 15 days or so... and that resolution has been broken like eons ago. I typically

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-23679244733345126352008-01-30T22:29:00.000-08:002008-01-31T00:05:02.132-08:00

For starters, definitely not one of France's better known products until just a few days back. All that has since changed and old Jerome is now almost a global celebrity, albeit not a very popular one. Amazing, isn't it? And the best part is that you can be the next Jerome Kerviel!! All you need to do is figure out a way to bring a bank down all by yourself... Well, technically Jerome has not

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-80201494128728014282008-01-09T19:29:00.000-08:002008-01-09T22:10:07.024-08:00

Just imagine for a minute that after a good night of partying hard, you returned to your house and passed out smoking a cigarette on your bed, dreaming happy dreams and woke up to find your house spectacularly on fire. What would your first concern be?a) Getting the hell out of the house.b) Salvaging your precious collection of baseball cards.c) Thinking of ways in which you could con your

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-2146046513793254282007-09-18T04:27:00.000-07:002007-09-18T07:03:21.547-07:00

Lately, Northern Rock, a UK based mortgage lender (whom I hadn't even heard of until very recently) has been in news for all the wrong reasons. It has found itself in the center of a classic bank run and is threatening to go under despite the Bank of England guaranteeing depositors' deposits. For those of you think a bank run is a marathon sponsored by a bank, this is what it really is:Little

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-51675153201226053962007-08-07T03:14:00.000-07:002007-08-07T07:19:00.457-07:00

Disclaimer: This post, if it isn't obvious from the title already, is going to be a bit of an angry rant about all that Microsoft's new Operating System, Vista, claims to be but really isn't. If angry rants aren't quite your thing then you'd probably be better served navigating to this link here, which is both informative and objective... and quite devoid of anger or other equivalent emotions.A

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Author's note: The man of the month (MoM) award is handed out to an in-duh-vidual who, through acts of incredible and mind-numbing stupidity, has managed to "shock and awe" us... in other words, managed to both amuse and amaze us. Gender equality campaigners, Women's rights organizations and the like, please take note: The MoM award is gender agnostic and the word "man" in the award title is

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Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars. --Frederick Langbridge

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-41773534967272514432007-04-19T22:55:00.000-07:002007-04-20T01:21:38.591-07:00

I've always been a bit of an avid reader... right from the age of ten or so when my father, tired of seeing my brother and I at each other's throats all the time, got home an Enid Blyton novel and somehow convinced me that I would find reading the book more enjoyable than showing my brother who the boss was. I must have thought his claim ludicrous at that time, but the fact is that the Enid

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It's been a long time since my last post. Such a long time, in fact, that I thought I ought to convince myself first that the blog was not dead. Hence this meaningless and inconsequential post. A more substantial, but equally meaningless and inconsequential post will soon follow... until then, ta-ta... and long live the blog. You have not been forgotten....

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Fact 1: My parents stay in Hyderabad.Fact 2: I'm put up in Bangalore.Fact 3: I visit my parents every once in a while.Fact 4: The bus is my preferred mode of transport.If from the four facts above, you've managed to conclude that I absolutely love pizza, you deserve to win a Nobel prize and have no business reading this stupid post any further, but if the facts have led you to conclude that I

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1163053675123402762006-11-08T21:03:00.000-08:002006-11-09T00:36:51.600-08:00

A few days ago, I had the opportunity.. no, privilege.. of seeing Don, a remake of the 1978 Amitabh Bachchan starrer with the same name. The movie reminded me, very painfully, of exactly why I am not big on remakes. In my opinion, remakes of classics are absolute no-brainers (and by that, I mean only someone with absolutely no brains would wander into such a venture). If the director remains

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1160454147021231592006-10-09T20:27:00.000-07:002006-10-09T22:17:18.713-07:00

We live in a world in which stupidity abounds. It's all-pervasive.. like air. In fact, pollution-free air is an infinitely rarer commodity than undiluted stupidity. I doubt if we can get through five minutes of an average day without encountering stupidity in some form. This article is dedicated to stupidity and the proponents of this fine art... more precisely, it's a commentary on what I

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The streets of Bangalore are not the place to be for the faint hearted. The street seems to have an inexplicable and very malign influence on the unsuspecting folk that accidentally stray onto it. It has the power to turn an ordinary, mild-mannered and civilized software engineer into a raving lunatic who truly believes that the sole purpose of everybody else present on the street is to cause him

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1158052386079503772006-09-12T01:40:00.000-07:002006-09-12T04:45:16.846-07:00

common cold (n): a respiratory disorder characterized by sneezing, sore throat, coughing, etc., caused by an allergic reaction or by a viral, bacterial, or mixed infection.Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.0.1)In my opinion, the common cold is the stupidest and most irritating of all ailments to be suffering from. It's never debilitating enough to render you totally immobile and senseless, but at

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1157430519249385612006-09-04T21:08:00.000-07:002006-09-04T21:28:39.270-07:00

Yesterday was a sad day indeed for all wildlife lovers. Steve Irwin a.k.a the Crocodile Hunter died from a stingray barb to his heart while shooting an under water documentary. A regular on the Animal Planet, Steve never failed to entertain with his antics, his effervescence and his thick Aussie accent. It was a joy to watch him contend with the crocs, run towards creatures most of us would run

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1157006983051369672006-08-30T23:46:00.000-07:002006-08-31T03:24:31.926-07:00

I believe there are few things on God's green Earth more enjoyable than watching stuff blowing up, going up in flames or otherwise being violently being rendered unusable. And any "action movie" that fails to include these elements is a serious discredit to its genre. I mean, really, it would be like watching a Sharon Stone flick without nudity!! Woe befall a director who perpetrates such a crime

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1156507978851285772006-08-25T04:11:00.000-07:002006-08-25T05:12:58.913-07:00

I know. It has been an eon since my last post. I also know the title sounds much like one of those entertaining, yet ultimately inane and pointless Hollywood flicks the studios churn out when they are totally bereft of ideas... Godzilla Vs King Kong, Freddie Vs Jason, Alien Vs Predator et cetera. My post doesn't endeavor to be anything more than just that: inane and pointless.As a kid, I was an

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Well... the "Greatest Show on the Planet" is now well and truly underway and almost everything else in my life seems to have taken a back-seat. Anyone that knows me is well aware of my love (bordering on fanaticism) of the sport that 99.9% of the world knows as football. (The other .1% being the US). There's at least a couple of aspects to this world cup that are a welcome change from the last

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1150176116071451792006-06-12T21:58:00.000-07:002006-06-12T23:57:26.213-07:00

I guess I've come down with a very serious case of "Blogger's block". While there's quite a bit happening in my life of late, I'm unable to find a unifying thread to tie all the pieces neatly together into a post that will even remotely engage either my audience or me. So, I'm going to do what over-the-hill musicians do to convince themselves that they're still in the prime of their careers...

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1149069733382163602006-05-31T02:29:00.000-07:002006-05-31T05:21:59.150-07:00

For those of you who don't know who he is, the aforementioned Mr. Ratner is a movie director of unparalleled talent who has brought to multiplexes near us, such cinematic masterpieces as the Rush Hour (I, II and III), Red Dragon and most recently, the concluding episode of the X-Men franchise, "X-Men: The Last Stand". It is this last factoid (his direction of X-III) that has caused me much

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1140180540338663752006-02-17T03:56:00.000-08:002006-02-27T07:10:51.890-08:00

A few days ago, as a direct consequence of having way too much coffee in my system and free time on my hands, I found myself wondering about what the single most significant event that shaped the course of my life was. Numerous events presented themselves for consideration, including the time when I decided to challenge Mr. Newton's first law (a body continues in its state of rest or uniform

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1137740217213198202006-01-19T21:21:00.000-08:002006-01-19T23:22:10.546-08:00

A few days ago, I came across an old school pic of mine. A pic dating back to the time when I got ranked 38th in a class of 42 students, liked going to school about as much as Saddam Hussain likes George Bush and was invisble to teachers in general... ah, good old days, when life was simpler. I was still at my desk, reminiscing about the days gone by, the pic open in my browser window, when a

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1137587236005341172006-01-18T04:00:00.000-08:002006-01-18T07:04:55.306-08:00

I'm an avid movie watcher. I probably don't go to the movies as often as I'd like to but the magic of cable TV more than makes up for that little aberration. Now, I'm the kind of audience that movie directors' dreams are made of: undiscerning, not seeking any kind of intellectual stimulation through the medium and generally regaled by any drivel the directors may be trying to pass off as

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1136288724760912672006-01-03T03:02:00.000-08:002006-01-03T05:37:43.840-08:00

I know... the title sounds totally unimaginative. Personally, I wanted to name the post "The Revenge of the Flying Panda" just for the heck of it, but then I thought to myself, "Pushkar, you spent the whole of last year lost in total frivolity. At least make an attempt to begin this year with some seriousness..." It's with this most noble thought in my mind that I proceeded to name my post. These

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1132751056535160612005-11-23T04:47:00.000-08:002005-11-23T06:59:32.126-08:00

My designation at my workplace reads "Member, Technical Staff". In the hierarchy of workplace designations, it is only just higher than "Intern" and "Coffee-machine-attender-dude"... I'm really not totally sure whether "Coffee-dude" is really lower in the workplace hierarchy than me, but it would be incredibly damaging to my self-esteem if I were to uncover evidence to the contrary. Hence my

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1131593665997868622005-11-09T19:28:00.000-08:002005-11-09T19:34:26.020-08:00

A couple of months ago my friends, bro and I had the luxury of a once in a lifetime experience.... hunting for accommodation in Bangalore. Once in a lifetime 'cos a man would sooner be dead than have to go through the ordeal again.. and if he had to, the experience would probably kill him anyways. When we set out on our quest, we cockily thought that the entire operation ... looking at

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1131425622334318892005-11-07T20:28:00.000-08:002005-11-08T04:23:28.266-08:00

If my posts of late seem a little less regular than past trends would indicate, it is purely because I have been enjoying the good life for sometime now... good food, lots of TV and very little else. In plain words, I have just been too damn lazy to post anything. Another effect of the aforementioned "good life" is that there's not a whole lot going on in my life right now and if I were to start

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1128664019217565432005-10-06T21:16:00.000-07:002005-10-06T22:47:26.106-07:00

This post is the third (and hopefully the last) installment of the tale of my struggles with the US Govt's income tax dept., the IRS. (the earlier episodes of this epic being Part-I and Part-II) And like the concluding episodes of all trilogies, this one makes for a happy ending, representing the victory of good over evil, right over wrong, wisdom over stupidity etc, etc. 'nuff said.. here's the

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1127314369454052712005-09-21T05:13:00.000-07:002005-09-28T23:43:49.463-07:00

This incident dates back to the time when I was still a fat and stupid kid continually being chased around by demented dogs. And as you may... or may not... have guessed by this time, the "genius kid" that the title speaks of is yours truly. Why genius kid? I suppose that will become most painfully apparent by the end of the narration....As kids, my brother and I would keep inventing crazy games

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1126618947176558702005-09-13T05:07:00.000-07:002005-09-22T20:53:12.653-07:00

This is a follow up to an earlier post of mine, "Our records show..." and for the benefit of my audience who have better things to do in life than follow the tale of my woes with the IRS, here's a summary of the story until now:a) Dude (me) files returns on taxes paid while dude was in the US and waits greedily for a tax refund check in US dollars.b) Six months and no refund check. Dude,

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Having stayed away from home, and parents, for close to a decade now, I've quite gotten used to the state of affairs brought about by that particular fact. I visit my parents as often as I can get myself to, which is about once in three months or so. I like think of it as a quarterly report.. to assure them that I am in sound physical, mental and financial health. The average visit typically

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1119366501364060952005-06-21T07:14:00.000-07:002005-10-10T23:12:39.916-07:00

That's exactly how a letter I received a couple of weeks ago started off (without the "dude" of course), causing me consternation in no small quantity. I mean I wasn't expecting the letter to be a note of thanks from the Secretary General of the UN thanking me for my efforts towards achieving world peace, but I really wasn't expecting to receive a formal letter telling me that I owed money either

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1118116570859558452005-06-06T20:35:00.000-07:002005-06-06T21:03:36.280-07:00

I found this personality disorder test at a friend's blog... and being the curious types, I took the test. I still believe the test was a load of baloney, but here's what it had to say of me:DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:LowAntisocial:LowBorderline:LowHistrionic:LowNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:ModerateDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test ----

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1118049071059409092005-06-06T01:53:00.000-07:002005-06-17T01:19:08.506-07:00

These days everyone seems to have their own "top ten" list. Not all of which make a whole lot of sense... like "Top ten reasons I hate broccoli." Now what kind of list would that be? Anyways, I digress.... I have decided to get onto the "top ten" bandwagon and here's the first of my lists. You can look forward to a lot more of these in the days to come. And unlike the broccoli list, they shall be

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1117197070747665882005-05-27T03:33:00.000-07:002005-05-27T06:36:28.503-07:00

Are you ready for a gripping tale containing all the essential ingredients of a great drama... a tale of suspense and intrigue, of trust and betrayal, of magnanimity and treachery, of romance and riches beyond imagination... with a couple of good chase sequences and lots of stuff blowing up? Then be prepared to be bitterly disappointed. (man, do I love disappointing my audience or what??) :-) The

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1116334840957961122005-05-17T05:35:00.000-07:002005-05-17T20:57:38.460-07:00

It was a beautiful day. The Sun was shining bright and the sky was spotless blue far as the eye could see. The flowers swayed in the gentle breeze and the sparrows chirped happily as they flitted between the trees. In short, it was a perfect day. But this is not the story of that day. This is the story of a day that makes you wonder why you ever got out of bed in the first place. In fact, my

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1110382938944626582005-03-09T07:19:00.000-08:002005-03-09T19:10:09.656-08:00

Yeah!Yeah! I know I'd said in my previous post that my next post (that's this one) would address the outstanding and deeply divisive issue of my (alleged) stock taste with regard to appreciation of a contemporary medium of popular entertainment viz. movies and my defense of the same. And that would indeed have been the subject of the current post were it not for some recent developments that had

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1109343823443842732005-02-25T05:52:00.000-08:002005-03-02T01:19:50.516-08:00

No. This is not a treatise on how to invest wisely and make a killing in the stock market. I can see your shoulders droop and the expectant smile you were sporting only moments ago disappear faster than... er... something that disappears very fast. But trust me, this is a good thing for a couple of reasons: I know as much about the stock market as I do about the tribal rituals of the indigenous

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1108393170635353502005-02-14T04:09:00.000-08:002005-02-14T06:59:30.643-08:00

Here's how Webster's defines a blog:Main Entry: blogFunction: nounDefinition: an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; also called Weblog, Web logExample: Typically updated daily, blogs often reflect the personality of the author.Etymology: shortened form of WeblogUsage: blog, blogged, blogging v, blogger n Source: Webster's New Millennium™ Dictionary of

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1107528644218758672005-02-04T04:32:00.000-08:002005-02-04T06:52:42.926-08:00

Man's best friend or idiot creature that ought to have become extinct a long time back? I guess the answer to that rhetorical question depends on who you ask. My astute observation of humankind on that very question has led me to conclude that the world is divided into two camps with almost equal membership, one that thinks the dog is God's greatest gift to man and the other that firmly belives

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1107183532443305942005-01-31T04:50:00.000-08:002005-01-31T06:58:52.443-08:00

Have you ever observed how some people appear to be born with an incredible.. almost unreal.. sense of direction. They always seem to know of multiple paths between any two points in the city... Path A if time is at a premium, Path B if you want to aviod traffic, Path C if you want to put your tyres, shock-absorbers and yourself through minimal pain, Path D if you want to have good food on the

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1105619484955294822005-01-13T02:36:00.000-08:002005-01-13T04:31:24.956-08:00

I guess anyone reading this post is well aware that I'm not the kind of person that gets up in the morning thinking, "Oh boy! I cant wait to get to work." Infact work is about the last thing on my mind when I get up in the morning.. and that too only because try as I may, I cant banish it totally from my thoughts. And when I get to work my philosophy is: The pretense of work is more

Pushukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06206156198313367832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988218.post-1105108678967271012005-01-07T04:55:00.000-08:002005-01-07T06:37:58.966-08:00

If you ask me.... everything. Your name is your identity. It's how you will be known to the world. Now that it's been established unequivocally that your name is indeed a pretty big deal, consider the fact that you have absolutely no say in deciding your name. Invariably, your name is born before you are. And in the few cases its not, things are not much better. By the time you are in any kind

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Well, I really dont know why I'm here.. or what I plan to have in my blog ... or how frequently I plan to post... or any other deeply philosophical questions like those. Its been a tough day at work pretending to be busy while actually not doing anything particularly useful. I've come to believe in the saying, "Work's not supposed to be fun... thats why it's called work.." and anyone who says

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