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gracias. there is this hot hot spanish song going around. i have no idea what it is, but cypher and photon are hooked to it, which maverick and bahri hate it. well, i take it at face value. I love the spanish accent, the song has good entertainment value. Las ketchup's Asereje [pronounced aah-say-ray-hay] is definitely 'the' song to tap your feet to right now or that's what I have been led to believe.
So say 'Asere je ja de je de jebe!' Read the j as a h, and soon you'll be hay-haaing your way to the dance floor. Or whatever. Are foreign [for the english speakers, that is] songs taking over the so-called english dominated music industry? Maybe so...
Saturday, January 18, 2003
Got Photon's and Bahri's computers today. SP3 is being downloaded as I decide to take a break.
Prabhakar Panshikar is in Singapore. The Marathi theatre nerds need no introduction. To the others, to say that he is the president of the Maharashtra Stage Performances Scrutiny Board would be to belittle him. Anyway, tomorrow I see the great man in person. He is going to perform from his famous plays like ashrunchi zhali phule [teardrop flowers] and to mi navhec [it wasn't me!]. The latter was remade into English as I'm not Bajirao.
Now for some serious news. A dude called Atul Desai committed suicide yesterday. He was 19, and a student at the National University of Singapore. I take a pseudonym here. What irks me now is that my belief in Indians as an emotionally stable people has been shattered. Last year an teenager by the name of Majumdar was caned and jailed for repeated child molestation. Since both of them were brought up in Singapore, they were Indians, and it makes me wonder if second generation Indians around the world also face the same kind of emotional disturbance.
On a brighter note, we are getting some kick ass booty from the Russians, which will help us dominate the Pakis in naval combat. Hail Commissar Putin! Jaorj Pharnaandis yaancaa vijay aso! ;)
Prabhakar Panshikar is in Singapore. The Marathi theatre nerds need no introduction. To the others, to say that he is the president of the Maharashtra Stage Performances Scrutiny Board would be to belittle him. Anyway, tomorrow I see the great man in person. He is going to perform from his famous plays like ashrunchi zhali phule [teardrop flowers] and to mi navhec [it wasn't me!]. The latter was remade into English as I'm not Bajirao.
Now for some serious news. A dude called Atul Desai committed suicide yesterday. He was 19, and a student at the National University of Singapore. I take a pseudonym here. What irks me now is that my belief in Indians as an emotionally stable people has been shattered. Last year an teenager by the name of Majumdar was caned and jailed for repeated child molestation. Since both of them were brought up in Singapore, they were Indians, and it makes me wonder if second generation Indians around the world also face the same kind of emotional disturbance.
On a brighter note, we are getting some kick ass booty from the Russians, which will help us dominate the Pakis in naval combat. Hail Commissar Putin! Jaorj Pharnaandis yaancaa vijay aso! ;)
Monday, January 13, 2003
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Hmm...Greek women in sadis? Tell that to the 2 Greek girls who stripped to their underwear at Crossroads Mumbai. Look boss, nothing the Greeks have had suggests a sadi. Plus, I refuse to believe that the Paithani was from Greece. Or the Kanjivaram, for that matter.
Is this an attempt to decrease the Indian pride? To show how Indians have also been an immigrant/ invader nation like USA? Come, come, rape our women, burn our cities, and oh, also give us new fashions, thank you, so much... What am I, supposed to be grateful to the mughals for bringing in 'delicate colours'? I hate these people who speak as if had the mughals not come, the Indians wouldn't have invented delicate colours themselves!
Hindutva is afoot!
The VHP’s 40-point agenda
Some of these points make sense. But some of them are just ludicrous. You cannot force people to not drink alcohol and eat meat!
The Dalit offensive
This guy is right. See how the VHP says ruthlessly suppressed? It is these guys that they are talking about. Manu's got to go.
Atal Bihari's subtle remarks
Wish he had become the PM sooner, now it's too late. The dude's tottering.
Indira's children
This guy writes well.
Now I am just a little confused.
Well written, but why bother? If Govindacharya thinks that you can make India a superpower the Gandhian way, he is dreaming.
Is this an attempt to decrease the Indian pride? To show how Indians have also been an immigrant/ invader nation like USA? Come, come, rape our women, burn our cities, and oh, also give us new fashions, thank you, so much... What am I, supposed to be grateful to the mughals for bringing in 'delicate colours'? I hate these people who speak as if had the mughals not come, the Indians wouldn't have invented delicate colours themselves!
Hindutva is afoot!
The VHP’s 40-point agenda
Some of these points make sense. But some of them are just ludicrous. You cannot force people to not drink alcohol and eat meat!
The Dalit offensive
This guy is right. See how the VHP says ruthlessly suppressed? It is these guys that they are talking about. Manu's got to go.
Atal Bihari's subtle remarks
Wish he had become the PM sooner, now it's too late. The dude's tottering.
Indira's children
This guy writes well.
Now I am just a little confused.
Well written, but why bother? If Govindacharya thinks that you can make India a superpower the Gandhian way, he is dreaming.
It was a big long one. The day, I mean.
Met Ram in the morning, had a Mysore Masal Dosa at Komala's at his expense. To my surprise he didn't carry a mobile. A guy in Singapore without a mobile is either a bum or a tourist. This guy has been here for three years. I respect the dude's philosophy of separating his personal and professional life, though I doubt if I will follow his example. Even though he didn't paint a pretty picture, he said he would do the best he would and will get back to me within a couple of days. We were walking towards City Hall, and it was almost good bye time. Then he offered me a fag, and I took it. Hell. I have to learn to say now. Though it's been a long time since I have burnt my own cash on fags, I just can't seem to be able to refuse the freebies. And then there is Baj trying to tempt me into splitting a pack with him. It's as if the whole world wants me to start again. No!
Ta paod two Rasam Vadai for Cypher and Maverick. Meditated in the train all the way back. When I opened my eyes at Tanjong Pagar, the most beautiful girl I had seen in, say, two days was sitting right in front of me. Well, she got off somewhere between there and Jurong East I think, because she wasn't there when I next opened my eyes, at Jurong East. Went to Cypher's room to realise that the gang was about to go to Raffles to get the Dude a new mobile. The Dude had left his mobile and his simcard back home, so we legged it back all the way to Raffles again. Raffles, by the way is as close to City Hall as you can get, whence I had just returned.
Photon and some other bloke couldn't catch our train so we waited for them at Lakeside. Blast, their train was crowded and we had to stand a while. The other bloke was going to get US$540 from Emirates because they had misplaced his luggage. Sweet. He had flown and returned from India at no cost, and had actually made a profit in the process. We talked briefly about our idea of a wireless network within museums for easy information access on portable devices. We had a little difference whether prostitution was legal in Singapore. I still don't know if it is. Though Sendu and Dabs and I had made a business plan when we learnt that prostitution was legal in Holland. Ah, the spirit of enterpreneurship. I am not sure where I stand on prostitution.
The Dude dabbled for two hours, Bahri got his screen cleaned, and Baj conned the Starhub guys into giving his phone an overhaul for free. The Dude finally chose a Nokia 8250, much to the disappointment of the gang, for its an outdated model, and the Dude did dabble for two hours. We decided to eat at Kamat's at Lau Pa Sat, but the shop was closed. The non-veges decided to have some satay while Baj and I, being veges had an ice cream. Sarvana Bhavan was closed, too. Baj, being on IA, started acting like he was. Let's eat at Subway! I wasn't very hungry, but the freshies hadn't seen Boat Quay so we legged it. Once again, I displayed my disdain for the traffic signals, and the rest followed suit, all but Maverick. Maverick's logic was simple, I don't want to get fined. He will make a good drone. The meanest part of it all was that there was this white couple standing at the crossing for like half a minute or so, and I just surged past them, saying, 'People should be intelligent enough to know that it's safe to cross when there is no traffic coming.' Didn't mean to hurt them.
As we reached Subway, Maverick and Photon realised they didn't have cash, so they ran back to withdraw some. We ordered, and dug in. Cypher had roast beef, Bahri had meatballs, Baj had vege patty and I had vege delite. Maverick and Photon came in and Maverick gushed, "I was approached by a hooker" I said, "Yeah right, hookers on Boat Quay, no way" Cypher is like, "No dude, there are." Maverick got some chicken shit and Photon had a teriyaki chicken. After we had finished, we decided to find the hooker, just to prove or disprove if Boat Quay had hookers or not. Baj got some cookies from Coffee Bean. As he was eating, a girl asked him, "Are the cookies nice?" I don't know what Baj thought she said, but he completely ignored her. I told him how rude I thought that was. He had thought that she was asking him to eat in a restaurant where she worked or something. He decided to go back and apologise. But this time the girl ignored him. Sweet justice.
On our way back, we discovered an interesting occurence, the proof for which we are working on now.
"For every x, where x is the set of girls that guys love to bitch about in groups, there exists at least one Jhumri y where y is the set of all single males, such that y will rush to x's defence when she is being bitched about."
This was followed by a long list of girls that had been bitched about in NTU for the past 4 years and their Jhumris. When we came to Cypher's room, Maverick finished his mission with some back seat strategising from me. The other guys decided to watch Analyse That. Mathur's comp got jacked royally and he came looking for help. So the Dude and Cypher went, I was too busy helping Maverick's boomers be more effective. Now then, Cypher called me and we reached a concensus that Mathur's RAM was jacked. Let's hope we are right, for Mathur's sake. We started watching Analyse That, but the print was too bad and so was the quality. I couldn't take it after a while. So I just walked off, came to my room, read about the Ramayana on the pot, posted a few comments on Sukanya's blog and decided to update my own. The sleep is travelling to my fingers now. Cypher has finished downloading The Pianist, but my eyes cannot take it any more, I must crash. Thus I go from whence I came, once again. Adios.
Met Ram in the morning, had a Mysore Masal Dosa at Komala's at his expense. To my surprise he didn't carry a mobile. A guy in Singapore without a mobile is either a bum or a tourist. This guy has been here for three years. I respect the dude's philosophy of separating his personal and professional life, though I doubt if I will follow his example. Even though he didn't paint a pretty picture, he said he would do the best he would and will get back to me within a couple of days. We were walking towards City Hall, and it was almost good bye time. Then he offered me a fag, and I took it. Hell. I have to learn to say now. Though it's been a long time since I have burnt my own cash on fags, I just can't seem to be able to refuse the freebies. And then there is Baj trying to tempt me into splitting a pack with him. It's as if the whole world wants me to start again. No!
Ta paod two Rasam Vadai for Cypher and Maverick. Meditated in the train all the way back. When I opened my eyes at Tanjong Pagar, the most beautiful girl I had seen in, say, two days was sitting right in front of me. Well, she got off somewhere between there and Jurong East I think, because she wasn't there when I next opened my eyes, at Jurong East. Went to Cypher's room to realise that the gang was about to go to Raffles to get the Dude a new mobile. The Dude had left his mobile and his simcard back home, so we legged it back all the way to Raffles again. Raffles, by the way is as close to City Hall as you can get, whence I had just returned.
Photon and some other bloke couldn't catch our train so we waited for them at Lakeside. Blast, their train was crowded and we had to stand a while. The other bloke was going to get US$540 from Emirates because they had misplaced his luggage. Sweet. He had flown and returned from India at no cost, and had actually made a profit in the process. We talked briefly about our idea of a wireless network within museums for easy information access on portable devices. We had a little difference whether prostitution was legal in Singapore. I still don't know if it is. Though Sendu and Dabs and I had made a business plan when we learnt that prostitution was legal in Holland. Ah, the spirit of enterpreneurship. I am not sure where I stand on prostitution.
The Dude dabbled for two hours, Bahri got his screen cleaned, and Baj conned the Starhub guys into giving his phone an overhaul for free. The Dude finally chose a Nokia 8250, much to the disappointment of the gang, for its an outdated model, and the Dude did dabble for two hours. We decided to eat at Kamat's at Lau Pa Sat, but the shop was closed. The non-veges decided to have some satay while Baj and I, being veges had an ice cream. Sarvana Bhavan was closed, too. Baj, being on IA, started acting like he was. Let's eat at Subway! I wasn't very hungry, but the freshies hadn't seen Boat Quay so we legged it. Once again, I displayed my disdain for the traffic signals, and the rest followed suit, all but Maverick. Maverick's logic was simple, I don't want to get fined. He will make a good drone. The meanest part of it all was that there was this white couple standing at the crossing for like half a minute or so, and I just surged past them, saying, 'People should be intelligent enough to know that it's safe to cross when there is no traffic coming.' Didn't mean to hurt them.
As we reached Subway, Maverick and Photon realised they didn't have cash, so they ran back to withdraw some. We ordered, and dug in. Cypher had roast beef, Bahri had meatballs, Baj had vege patty and I had vege delite. Maverick and Photon came in and Maverick gushed, "I was approached by a hooker" I said, "Yeah right, hookers on Boat Quay, no way" Cypher is like, "No dude, there are." Maverick got some chicken shit and Photon had a teriyaki chicken. After we had finished, we decided to find the hooker, just to prove or disprove if Boat Quay had hookers or not. Baj got some cookies from Coffee Bean. As he was eating, a girl asked him, "Are the cookies nice?" I don't know what Baj thought she said, but he completely ignored her. I told him how rude I thought that was. He had thought that she was asking him to eat in a restaurant where she worked or something. He decided to go back and apologise. But this time the girl ignored him. Sweet justice.
On our way back, we discovered an interesting occurence, the proof for which we are working on now.
"For every x, where x is the set of girls that guys love to bitch about in groups, there exists at least one Jhumri y where y is the set of all single males, such that y will rush to x's defence when she is being bitched about."
This was followed by a long list of girls that had been bitched about in NTU for the past 4 years and their Jhumris. When we came to Cypher's room, Maverick finished his mission with some back seat strategising from me. The other guys decided to watch Analyse That. Mathur's comp got jacked royally and he came looking for help. So the Dude and Cypher went, I was too busy helping Maverick's boomers be more effective. Now then, Cypher called me and we reached a concensus that Mathur's RAM was jacked. Let's hope we are right, for Mathur's sake. We started watching Analyse That, but the print was too bad and so was the quality. I couldn't take it after a while. So I just walked off, came to my room, read about the Ramayana on the pot, posted a few comments on Sukanya's blog and decided to update my own. The sleep is travelling to my fingers now. Cypher has finished downloading The Pianist, but my eyes cannot take it any more, I must crash. Thus I go from whence I came, once again. Adios.
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