France Preseren: Slovenian Poet.

Check out the sanskrutic playfulness he displays in the Wreath of Sonnets.
The Oral rendition is also quite impressive.

On a tangent, bhailog, meri ye pad'h ke fat'reliye...sorry people who don't speak mumbaiyya, there are no other words...

In other trivialities, I crossed the 4,000 mark in the helicopter game. Calling all "maai kaa laal's" to come and try their hand at the game.

Maybe India could take a page from RMS's book when thinking of military alliances with the USA.

uniquecyberprincess: Hi... you there?
Yahoo! Messenger: onkar_joshi may be offline. If so, the message will still be sent and they will see it next time they log in. (07/05/2003 09:15)
onkar: hello
uniquecyberprincess: hold on aa minute. be right back
onkar: how are you?
uniquecyberprincess: ok im back. sorry about that. still theree ?
onkar: yes i am, do i know you?
uniquecyberprincess: a/s/l (age sex location)? lemme look at your profile
uniquecyberprincess: im 27/f/los angles
uniquecyberprincess: so what have you been up to onkar?
onkar: nothing much, working.
onkar: what are you upto?
uniquecyberprincess: cool. i was just hangin out watching ttv. i was getting kinda horny
uniquecyberprincess: feel like a little cyber fun with me ? please please...
uniquecyberprincess: was that a yes?
onkar: hmm?let's see
uniquecyberprincess: ill jusst take that as a yes
onkar: haha..
[this is the point where i was convinced, this is a bot. now, the aim was to find out the depth of its response stack]
uniquecyberprincess: tell me what you want me to do with you will i slip out of my panties
onkar: so, los angeles is in spain or something? the name sounds spanish.
uniquecyberprincess: oh yeah babe.. dont stop. while i slide my hand <- censored ->
onkar: namaskar, mumbai doordarshan var aaple saharsha svagat aahe.
uniquecyberprincess: oh it feels so good. Im holding your <- censored ->, my hiny red fingernails dig <- censored ->, while my full, soft lips <- censored ->
uniquecyberprincess: open my website so you can look at mme while im <- censored ->. use the link in my profile!
uniquecyberprincess: what do you tink of my pics?
onkar: you're a bot.
uniquecyberprincess: shit the phone. dont stop <- censored ->. hold on...
onkar: : haha
uniquecyberprincess: sorry, I have to ake this call, probly take bout five minutes. If you want, come to my page and lets finish this. I have my cam on there cyberfungirls dot com look for lisa
onkar: wow.
onkar: whoa, you had me till the a/s/l part...
onkar: why am i typing this even?

note: The underlined statements were test statements.

Now, for the serious stuff.

Eliza is the chatbot that is embedded in EMACS, yeah, thats the EMACS shrink. It's not very advanced, though. It's kinda easy to make out that Eliza is not a human. But there are other people who have a keeda and do stuff like this...

Jenny18 - A Cybersex Bot Implemented in Eliza

Start, a kickass bot programmed by the MIT AI Lab of RMS fame.

There is a exhaustive list of chatterbots at the Turing Test page.

Anyone[read: NTU junta] interested in this and having any bright ideas, contacte moi.

Someone help me out here

The whole "Justice will be served" ideologue doesn't work if you let the criminals go scot-free once they say they are ready to talk.
They might pucker up all they want, that does not mean you kiss and make up.

Iff the Indian government believes that the Pakistani administration is responsible for the murder of many thousand Indians in the Kashmir at the hands of Islamic terrorists, then talks are out of the question until and unless some heads in the Pakistani Armed Forces and Inter-Services Intelligence roll.

Unless that happens, peace is out of the question, so what to talk of cricket. Jagmohan Dalmiya is an Indian later, and a BCCI President first. Slimy fellow.

Baja's muktäphal's

Godse and Godbole mean the same thing, sweet talkers, it's just that the Godses are a lot more anglicised.

5 And 1/2 Cms Of Tranquility! or [Oh, I miss her so!]

Smoking is injurious to physical health...

No smoke without fire, a soul inscribed
Ignorant of an existence that prescribed,
A pinch of enlightenment as it fumed
With a spark and not a flame that illumed!

Nicotine flattered my lungs, eyeing my soul,
Wholly defeated, the self surrendered all and whole,
The body coughed and splattered as it imbibed
Salvation in a form never before described.

Atoned the sins of man, the sweet son of God,
Embracing death rests on the cross, the lord.
Burning itself to a stub, freeing man from guilt,
Illustrates the same divine trait on which it's built.

Swirling in a mire of transitional existence,
The mind transcended beyond, while the bulk offered resistance,
Dragging the detached spirit back to its very mortal regard
That the individual had, embarked on this journey, to discard.

Ravishankar Sundararaman

Shanti's "Dancing with dogs" carries a blogpost about, guess who? Me!

And this is what she wrote....
"I don't know if I am supposed to be flattered or completely disgusted with this little creep's obsession with me - What the heck is his problem? I am not a celebrity - I am not a paid columnist. I am just writing whatever I feel like in my own little corner and as a rule, I never stoop to attacking personally, other bloggers. This on the other hand, is getting really ridiculous and nutso. Stop the crap, Onkar and just live your own life!"

This shows three things:
1 - She visits my blog, and does not comment! So's who's the voyeuristic creep, then?
2 - She does not understand the three words, "freedom of speech" [in my own personal space too]
3 - She thinks just because she is not a celebrity or a columnist, she shouldn't have to face scrutiny in a public domain. [Yea, right!]

Words of advice:
1 - Don't visit my blog.
2 - Learn the difference between the US Constitution and the USS Constitution.
3 - Maintain a private journal.

Surely, every good thing has its drawbacks, and even if Shanti doesn't heed to the advice above, I'll take in in my stride, life's like that.

Mirza Ghalib comes to mind:
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Qaasid ke aate aate, ik aur khat likh rakhoon
Main jaantaa hoon wo kyaa likhenge, jawaab mein.

Kab say hoon, kyaa bataaoon, jahaan-e-kharaab mein?
Shab haaye hijr ko bhi rakhoon gar hisaab mein.
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In this case, though, the hijr is more than welcome!

As far as stopping the crap is concerned:
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'Ghaalib' chhutee sharaab, par abh bhee kabhee kabhee
peetaa hoon roz-e-abr shab-e-maahtaab mein.
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How appropriate can a poem be? Wah Mirza wah! Kya Khoob!

ps: If you are serious about stopping the crap, though, I know of someone whom you can consult. According to the Kumar conjecture, this person is singularly responsible for controlling the amount of crap in the Universe.