Being ok with whatever and anything that goes on around is a sin to oneself and probably the worst situation to be in. If growth is essential to you, things have to change and a risk HAS to be undergone.

Being ok with whatever and anything that goes on around is a sin to oneself and probably the worst situation to be in. If growth is essential to you, things have to change and a risk HAS to be undergone.

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I've started paying attention to ads these days. It says a lot of who corporates think we are and what they understand of our needs. Ads of the entire range of the spectrum- good and bad, try to get into our psyche or simply tell us what's in there. Most of the time, they are creating an artificial need that we can rubbish, or simply remind us of... who and what we are.

ads

I've started paying attention to ads these days. It says a lot of who corporates think we are and what they understand of our needs. Ads of the entire range of the spectrum- good and bad, try to get into our psyche or simply tell us what's in there. Most of the time, they are creating an artificial need that we can rubbish, or simply remind us of... who and what we are.

Awesome Weekend.

To Kasauli on Devinder's Royal Enfield Bullet Electra. It was a 45 kilometre ride, and a dry-run to something bigger.


Josh Machine

Saurabh Basrar and I left Taj Man Singh Hotel at 12:30 pm in his spanking new Ford Icon and headed for Chandigarh. One knows ones car the best on the highway and the josh machine touched 165 kmph on the open stretch. Got some lunch (aloo paranthas and dahi, yum) from a dhaba at Lado.

On reaching Chandigarh, we met Devinder at Cafe Coffee Day in sector 35c. Saurabh headed for his outdoor experience from here. Devinder and I got ourselves some packed food and crashed at his place.


"The Bullet is a woman, not some girl you slap around"

The next day, we met Vir, Devinder's colleague at Quark and headed for Manmohan service station in the industrial area to get the Bullet's second service. I took a good look at the blown up chart of the gear and clutch assembly which I understood nothing of, till I watched the mechanic open it up. That's when things kind of fell in place. Watching a Bullet serviced is an essential. He cleaned the carb, air filter, changed the engine oil, gear oil and washed and polished the Bull. Later at sector 38, we got the cutout for the Bullet's horn. This accessory eases the strain on the battery when the horn is used. Time to head up.


Stopped at Pinjor gardens for a dekho and then took off for Kasauli. We took the short cut which was a distance of 45 kilometres. The pulling power of the Bullet as compared to the other 100cc toasters and rice cookers set it apart.

Kasauli during off-season is nice, like any other hill station. The presence of the army here was overbearing! We stayed at Puri Hotel (Rs. 400). Walked around for a while. Next day, we went up to Man-ki point (not "Monkey" point as assumed). This is under the control of the Indian Air Force. It's a 1-2 kilometre walk up to Man-ki point, the last bit being pretty steep. Reminded me of that killer Sundershunga trek. There's a Hanuman temple up there and had coffee here. Paid off the hotel and headed back down. All along, the Bullet thump maintained the headrush. It just becomes a part of you after a while. For the first time, I was connected, really familiarized to what this legend was all about. Regular maintenance and cleaning is necessary and she will in return serve you well.


Met Saurabh and Ajay Goenka at Zirakpur crossing at around 6 and then we headed back home. Had a very filling dinner at Grover dhaba nearer to Delhi.

Awesome Weekend.
To Kasauli on Devinder's Royal Enfield Bullet Electra. It was a 45 kilometre ride, and a dry-run to something bigger.

Josh Machine
Saurabh Basrar and I left Taj Man Singh Hotel at 12:30 pm in his spanking new Ford Icon and headed for Chandigarh. One knows ones car the best on the highway and the josh machine touched 165 kmph on the open stretch. Got some lunch (aloo paranthas and dahi, yum) from a dhaba at Lado.
On reaching Chandigarh, we met Devinder at Cafe Coffee Day in sector 35c. Saurabh headed for his outdoor experience from here. Devinder and I got ourselves some packed food and crashed at his place.

"The Bullet is a woman, not some girl you slap around"
The next day, we met Vir, Devinder's colleague at Quark and headed for Manmohan service station in the industrial area to get the Bullet's second service. I took a good look at the blown up chart of the gear and clutch assembly which I understood nothing of, till I watched the mechanic open it up. That's when things kind of fell in place. Watching a Bullet serviced is an essential. He cleaned the carb, air filter, changed the engine oil, gear oil and washed and polished the Bull. Later at sector 38, we got the cutout for the Bullet's horn. This accessory eases the strain on the battery when the horn is used. Time to head up.

Stopped at Pinjor gardens for a dekho and then took off for Kasauli. We took the short cut which was a distance of 45 kilometres. The pulling power of the Bullet as compared to the other 100cc toasters and rice cookers set it apart.
Kasauli during off-season is nice, like any other hill station. The presence of the army here was overbearing! We stayed at Puri Hotel (Rs. 400). Walked around for a while. Next day, we went up to Man-ki point (not "Monkey" point as assumed). This is under the control of the Indian Air Force. It's a 1-2 kilometre walk up to Man-ki point, the last bit being pretty steep. Reminded me of that killer Sundershunga trek. There's a Hanuman temple up there and had coffee here. Paid off the hotel and headed back down. All along, the Bullet thump maintained the headrush. It just becomes a part of you after a while. For the first time, I was connected, really familiarized to what this legend was all about. Regular maintenance and cleaning is necessary and she will in return serve you well.

Met Saurabh and Ajay Goenka at Zirakpur crossing at around 6 and then we headed back home. Had a very filling dinner at Grover dhaba nearer to Delhi.

It's been several hours and two full days, since I took that bungee jump on Sunday. Shashi, the jump master is one the unforgettable strangers in my life who made an impression for reasons unknown. She strapped me up and the crane ascended. When we reached the top, all I did was soak up the evening view for those few seconds. She was talking, giving me instructions but my mind was there and everywhere. I looked down at the ground and I swear my lights went out. "No wonder", I said smiling nervously. No wonder people get psyched up here. She smiled and I did listen to what she said and the last thing before I jumped was, "Turn around when I take off your (safety) hook and hold the bars. I'll give you a count of three, then jump. And don't think too much". That's when I really looked at her. She smiled an amazing smile under her bandana and short hair. Lean, tall and darkish. That moment will stay with me for life.

"one,

two,

three,

jump."

I'm normally a very stubborn person. I take a certain pleasure in disobedience once in a while. That moment was special. I just gave in. Left my arrogance on the ground before I got onto that platform. I leaned forward over the edge and I think she gasped. Was that because the girl before me had cancelled her jump? Also because a lot of people took upto 5 minutes before they jumped. Sameer and I were one of the handful of people who jumped immediately.

It's about letting go. Not getting wrapped up in vague assumptions. Why can't I apply that to my other sections in life? Anyways, for the moment, I've done something better than meditation. And really letting go. Before I jumped, I got a lot of bullshit from people about injuries to the back and neck. Nothing of this sort happened! The chest harness is good and the procedure is well looked into.

After me was Satish Babu, then Sameer and Saurabh. JUMP... JUMP... my throat went hoarse while goading others to take the plunge. Spent a good while smsing friends later. Then downed a rum spiked bottle of pepsi.

It's been several hours and two full days, since I took that bungee jump on Sunday. Shashi, the jump master is one the unforgettable strangers in my life who made an impression for reasons unknown. She strapped me up and the crane ascended. When we reached the top, all I did was soak up the evening view for those few seconds. She was talking, giving me instructions but my mind was there and everywhere. I looked down at the ground and I swear my lights went out. "No wonder", I said smiling nervously. No wonder people get psyched up here. She smiled and I did listen to what she said and the last thing before I jumped was, "Turn around when I take off your (safety) hook and hold the bars. I'll give you a count of three, then jump. And don't think too much". That's when I really looked at her. She smiled an amazing smile under her bandana and short hair. Lean, tall and darkish. That moment will stay with me for life.
"one,
two,
three,
jump."
I'm normally a very stubborn person. I take a certain pleasure in disobedience once in a while. That moment was special. I just gave in. Left my arrogance on the ground before I got onto that platform. I leaned forward over the edge and I think she gasped. Was that because the girl before me had cancelled her jump? Also because a lot of people took upto 5 minutes before they jumped. Sameer and I were one of the handful of people who jumped immediately.
It's about letting go. Not getting wrapped up in vague assumptions. Why can't I apply that to my other sections in life? Anyways, for the moment, I've done something better than meditation. And really letting go. Before I jumped, I got a lot of bullshit from people about injuries to the back and neck. Nothing of this sort happened! The chest harness is good and the procedure is well looked into.
After me was Satish Babu, then Sameer and Saurabh. JUMP... JUMP... my throat went hoarse while goading others to take the plunge. Spent a good while smsing friends later. Then downed a rum spiked bottle of pepsi.

Bungee, bunjay, banzai!!

I bungee jumped today at Jawaharlal Nehru stadium with Sameer Agarwal, Saurabh Basrar and Satish Babu. When my turn came, Shashi the jump master, told me not to think too much and I did just that. The first second that went by after I left the 120 foot high edge was what it was all about; my face shivered with fear, the g-force... I plummeted at 9.8 metres per second?!

Bungee, bunjay, banzai!!

I bungee jumped today at Jawaharlal Nehru stadium with Sameer Agarwal, Saurabh Basrar and Satish Babu. When my turn came, Shashi the jump master, told me not to think too much and I did just that. The first second that went by after I left the 120 foot high edge was what it was all about; my face shivered with fear, the g-force... I plummeted at 9.8 metres per second?!

Just cooked this up -

ANGST stands for


AGONIZING

NEUROSIS

GOADING

SOLIPSIST

TEMERITY

Just cooked this up -
ANGST stands for

AGONIZING
NEUROSIS
GOADING
SOLIPSIST
TEMERITY

Uninspiring, insipid people are the worst to be with.

I've worked with people who were not fluent in English or found it difficult to express themselves as intended and also with people who were not good at their work. But they were still better off because they TRIED to improve, which in itself was and is inspiring. Working with people who intentionally don't make an effort are by far the worst because they bottle up your capabilities and affect the overall team morale.

Sometimes, the obvious solution that pops up is to get another job. Is this really the solution? No, because uninspiring, insipid, maggotheaded idiots are everywhere. The solution is to figure out the modus operandi of these morons, then work with them.


Samuel L Jackson in 'Unbreakable' was right- these ARE mediocre times.

Uninspiring, insipid people are the worst to be with.
I've worked with people who were not fluent in English or found it difficult to express themselves as intended and also with people who were not good at their work. But they were still better off because they TRIED to improve, which in itself was and is inspiring. Working with people who intentionally don't make an effort are by far the worst because they bottle up your capabilities and affect the overall team morale.
Sometimes, the obvious solution that pops up is to get another job. Is this really the solution? No, because uninspiring, insipid, maggotheaded idiots are everywhere. The solution is to figure out the modus operandi of these morons, then work with them.

Samuel L Jackson in 'Unbreakable' was right- these ARE mediocre times.

I am not learning anything new. I feel like a lamb to a slaughter; just waiting for time to go by. The organ in my head is dead... heading for the meatboard. I have a surrounding that is equally mediocre, that compliments my sad state. I am crouching on the edge of the parapet looking down in the flame pit that starts from a few hundred metres below the edge. The glow from the fire illuminates my face which betrays the stagnant state in which I am in right now. I am so close to crying but can't because crying won't fix it. This is not an emotional problem, it's a problem that deals with my existence, the obsolete state in which my creative potential lies in right now. I lean forward and drop into the fire...


I drop right through the flames. I am now floating in a cool dark space where I can see the blanket of flame above me through which I plummeted for a few hours. I don't have the body I had. I am a smoke like entity now. Amazingly I can still feel the sensations I did when I was human. I feel the cool air around me, the peace I was bereft of. I am suddenly in full view of all existence, each looking at me and questioning, now what. The air pocket that held me up gives in and I drop again...


I am looking at the keyboard. I'm staring at the letter 'J'. January is when I will start my French classes. That's when I will finally do something worthwhile; learn something new. This therapy better work. If not, it will be time for drastic measures.

I am not learning anything new. I feel like a lamb to a slaughter; just waiting for time to go by. The organ in my head is dead... heading for the meatboard. I have a surrounding that is equally mediocre, that compliments my sad state. I am crouching on the edge of the parapet looking down in the flame pit that starts from a few hundred metres below the edge. The glow from the fire illuminates my face which betrays the stagnant state in which I am in right now. I am so close to crying but can't because crying won't fix it. This is not an emotional problem, it's a problem that deals with my existence, the obsolete state in which my creative potential lies in right now. I lean forward and drop into the fire...

I drop right through the flames. I am now floating in a cool dark space where I can see the blanket of flame above me through which I plummeted for a few hours. I don't have the body I had. I am a smoke like entity now. Amazingly I can still feel the sensations I did when I was human. I feel the cool air around me, the peace I was bereft of. I am suddenly in full view of all existence, each looking at me and questioning, now what. The air pocket that held me up gives in and I drop again...

I am looking at the keyboard. I'm staring at the letter 'J'. January is when I will start my French classes. That's when I will finally do something worthwhile; learn something new. This therapy better work. If not, it will be time for drastic measures.

Was at the NGMA sketch club yesterday. I actually draw better with the pencil than the pen, unlike the other way around. This has to be done, like pilgrimage. Gotto go every Sunday. It's getting more and more difficult to motivate the self to become a student all over again. The thing is, this is where and when I feel alive, when I learn like a student.

Was at the NGMA sketch club yesterday. I actually draw better with the pencil than the pen, unlike the other way around. This has to be done, like pilgrimage. Gotto go every Sunday. It's getting more and more difficult to motivate the self to become a student all over again. The thing is, this is where and when I feel alive, when I learn like a student.

Yesterday, I ordered two books on animal drawing techniques from Amazon. The books cost $20 and the shipping costs $17!! Anyways, I didn't have much choice since these books weren't easily available here. They should be here in 2 weeks. I found a book on Human figure drawing the net with all the pages scanned, 22mb. Give some, take some!

Yesterday, I ordered two books on animal drawing techniques from Amazon. The books cost $20 and the shipping costs $17!! Anyways, I didn't have much choice since these books weren't easily available here. They should be here in 2 weeks. I found a book on Human figure drawing the net with all the pages scanned, 22mb. Give some, take some!

Nitin is off to the east, a few global colleagues are out of the office, some of my friends are going through angst of all sorts, I get bored of everything, nitwits at work can ruin the day, I'm still designing websites, the animation movies I want for my collection aren't here yet, but yesterday was a good day.

After my Sunday sketching class at National Gallery of Modern Art, I walked down to Pragati Maidan for the annual Trade Fair. I took one look at the crowd outside and nearly puked. The people queued up looked like the machines breaching into Zion in 'Matrix Revolutions'. People everywhere, like packed rats and no one seemed to mind. I lost the will to go in and went into the Science Museum next door where I spent 4 hours like a little kid. That place is a good cure for the stagnant mind.

I noticed that the school children would more freely approach the constructions (which were supposed to be played with) than adults who would look at it from a distance. Why? What makes us lose our desire to experiment and question? Where are these mind blocks coming from?

Nitin is off to the east, a few global colleagues are out of the office, some of my friends are going through angst of all sorts, I get bored of everything, nitwits at work can ruin the day, I'm still designing websites, the animation movies I want for my collection aren't here yet, but yesterday was a good day.
After my Sunday sketching class at National Gallery of Modern Art, I walked down to Pragati Maidan for the annual Trade Fair. I took one look at the crowd outside and nearly puked. The people queued up looked like the machines breaching into Zion in 'Matrix Revolutions'. People everywhere, like packed rats and no one seemed to mind. I lost the will to go in and went into the Science Museum next door where I spent 4 hours like a little kid. That place is a good cure for the stagnant mind.
I noticed that the school children would more freely approach the constructions (which were supposed to be played with) than adults who would look at it from a distance. Why? What makes us lose our desire to experiment and question? Where are these mind blocks coming from?

Kill Bill - Volume 1

"Wiggle your big toe".

Just finished seeing Kill Bill - volume 1. This has to be the first time I wished I was any female protagonist of a movie. O Ren's past is shown in 2-d animation and I loved every frame of it. Reminds me of the 2d done in Renaissance part 1 of Animatrix:


http://www.intothematrix.com/rl_cmp/animatrix_site_ep1_480.html


I really wonder if Kill Bill will ever make it to India with it's expletives and blood flow from severed body parts like a fire hydrant run over. If you think your stomach wouldn't churn at the sight of a sword dicing bodies, go watch it. Nice movie.

Kill Bill - Volume 1

"Wiggle your big toe".
Just finished seeing Kill Bill - volume 1. This has to be the first time I wished I was any female protagonist of a movie. O Ren's past is shown in 2-d animation and I loved every frame of it. Reminds me of the 2d done in Renaissance part 1 of Animatrix:

http://www.intothematrix.com/rl_cmp/animatrix_site_ep1_480.html

I really wonder if Kill Bill will ever make it to India with it's expletives and blood flow from severed body parts like a fire hydrant run over. If you think your stomach wouldn't churn at the sight of a sword dicing bodies, go watch it. Nice movie.

Never, absolutely, keep the mind empty. It permits the self to indulge in acts and thoughts of zero value and later fester those thoughts. Just so that my brain doesn't rot, I've been busy designing a website for a biker-traveler online friend of mine. Here it is:


http://geocities.com/amol_shukla2002/


Something, somewhere, there has to be a purpose for this life... bloody hell, WHAT??!!

Never, absolutely, keep the mind empty. It permits the self to indulge in acts and thoughts of zero value and later fester those thoughts. Just so that my brain doesn't rot, I've been busy designing a website for a biker-traveler online friend of mine. Here it is:

http://geocities.com/amol_shukla2002/

Something, somewhere, there has to be a purpose for this life... bloody hell, WHAT??!!

What I seriously don't understand is the concept of getting married at a particular age. People actually make time-tables out of theirs and other's lives. One should tie the knot only when one feels like it, when one is ready to be someone's spouse, when one wants to wake up with a readiness to deal with the day but not alone. When this state of mind arrives, one may be either 23 years old or 47. That doesn't matter. Taking on a commitment is not something you agree to like you agree head-on to play a new video game (I'll just restart again if I lose, what else). It's someone else's life too here. One may play around with one's own life, but handle with care someone else's. If one is not ready for it, leave it alone and let things flow.

Now, for some Need For Speed. Just love that tag line for XBox- Life is short, play more.

What I seriously don't understand is the concept of getting married at a particular age. People actually make time-tables out of theirs and other's lives. One should tie the knot only when one feels like it, when one is ready to be someone's spouse, when one wants to wake up with a readiness to deal with the day but not alone. When this state of mind arrives, one may be either 23 years old or 47. That doesn't matter. Taking on a commitment is not something you agree to like you agree head-on to play a new video game (I'll just restart again if I lose, what else). It's someone else's life too here. One may play around with one's own life, but handle with care someone else's. If one is not ready for it, leave it alone and let things flow.
Now, for some Need For Speed. Just love that tag line for XBox- Life is short, play more.

http://www.geocities.com/whoasameer/rishikesh/


http://www.kariyal.com/self/getthehellout/rishikesh.html

http://www.geocities.com/whoasameer/rishikesh/

http://www.kariyal.com/self/getthehellout/rishikesh.html

Needed to know if the search engines were crawling enough so I put a search for 'Arjun Kariyal' in dogpile.com and it puked out these links too for the credits of the illustrations (on mouseover):


http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/ravi/20000211.html


http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/kalidas/19991125.html


http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/ravi/20000331.html


I did NOT make this one:


http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/aiyar/20000321.html


It was by Rajdeep Das. We made these when we were in India Today. Ho-boy, what days...

Needed to know if the search engines were crawling enough so I put a search for 'Arjun Kariyal' in dogpile.com and it puked out these links too for the credits of the illustrations (on mouseover):

http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/ravi/20000211.html

http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/kalidas/19991125.html

http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/ravi/20000331.html

I did NOT make this one:

http://www.indiatoday.com/webexclusive/columns/aiyar/20000321.html

It was by Rajdeep Das. We made these when we were in India Today. Ho-boy, what days...

Communicate; as and when the need arises. It bridges gaps between minds, reduces ambiguity and animosity. When issues are talked about (especially those that squat in your head during weekends), it brings forth clarity regarding assumptions that were made of one another. Yes, life gets complicated and we conclude of one another what we find comfortable. It creates artificial comfort zones for us but those assumptions froth into complications that will be difficult to untangle later. Even if you do straighten things out, it leaves behind residue of mistrust.

So let it out, and have a nice weekend.

Communicate; as and when the need arises. It bridges gaps between minds, reduces ambiguity and animosity. When issues are talked about (especially those that squat in your head during weekends), it brings forth clarity regarding assumptions that were made of one another. Yes, life gets complicated and we conclude of one another what we find comfortable. It creates artificial comfort zones for us but those assumptions froth into complications that will be difficult to untangle later. Even if you do straighten things out, it leaves behind residue of mistrust.
So let it out, and have a nice weekend.

I've become aware of two very young people in my acquaintance who've lost their lives. They were very capable, open-thinking, creative people; more like free, beautiful butterflies who'd do their own thing. Life is short, yes, but do take care of yourself because your being around does make a big positive difference in other people's lives, somewhere. You may think differently, but you never know how the very thought of you makes someone's day better. Personally, I'm not the kind who'd ache to live endlessly, but through all the negatives we go through, there are moments which make this life wonderful. I'm writing this unhappily, but I know there's something great ahead. If you're still reading this, I love you.


I went to NGMA again on Sunday. This was my 4th class. No model this time, only outdoor sketching. There was this modern art sculpture sitting in the sun which we studied regarding the sunlight and shade. Nice exercise. There's God sneaking around everywhere, in everything.

I've become aware of two very young people in my acquaintance who've lost their lives. They were very capable, open-thinking, creative people; more like free, beautiful butterflies who'd do their own thing. Life is short, yes, but do take care of yourself because your being around does make a big positive difference in other people's lives, somewhere. You may think differently, but you never know how the very thought of you makes someone's day better. Personally, I'm not the kind who'd ache to live endlessly, but through all the negatives we go through, there are moments which make this life wonderful. I'm writing this unhappily, but I know there's something great ahead. If you're still reading this, I love you.

I went to NGMA again on Sunday. This was my 4th class. No model this time, only outdoor sketching. There was this modern art sculpture sitting in the sun which we studied regarding the sunlight and shade. Nice exercise. There's God sneaking around everywhere, in everything.

Saon,

Here's replying to "We (content writers) become redundant & are gradually eased out of the job market??".


Writing content has been around on leaves, on paper, for radio, TV, now websites and will go on as long as humans want this progression to continue. Putting down an idea somewhere is what it's all about and once written, it is for the purpose of sharing and improving on it till it takes shape into something tangible and usable and of course, adding on to the database in the cranium. So, write on, pardner...

Saon,
Here's replying to "We (content writers) become redundant & are gradually eased out of the job market??".

Writing content has been around on leaves, on paper, for radio, TV, now websites and will go on as long as humans want this progression to continue. Putting down an idea somewhere is what it's all about and once written, it is for the purpose of sharing and improving on it till it takes shape into something tangible and usable and of course, adding on to the database in the cranium. So, write on, pardner...

My favourite question is-

Where do I see myself 10 years from now?


10 years from now I see myself using technology that creates 3d holograms which could be visuals or animations; stuff you can walk around and through. To get a picture of what the future might look like, take yourself 20 years back. Nobody thought of softwares like 3d Max or Maya with which anybody can create 3d images at home. Since things are moving at a geometric progression, in 10 years we will have technology in our reach which will create very believable illusions, in real space.

Voice, music and environment stocks will be available at a click of a button or wave of the hand (Minority Report?). This will drastically change presentation styles because one will literally walk through the content.


10 years from now I see myself capable of stuff that I have absolutely no clue of right now.

My favourite question is-
Where do I see myself 10 years from now?

10 years from now I see myself using technology that creates 3d holograms which could be visuals or animations; stuff you can walk around and through. To get a picture of what the future might look like, take yourself 20 years back. Nobody thought of softwares like 3d Max or Maya with which anybody can create 3d images at home. Since things are moving at a geometric progression, in 10 years we will have technology in our reach which will create very believable illusions, in real space.
Voice, music and environment stocks will be available at a click of a button or wave of the hand (Minority Report?). This will drastically change presentation styles because one will literally walk through the content.

10 years from now I see myself capable of stuff that I have absolutely no clue of right now.

Read Every Word:

Learn - Listen - Acknowledge - Explore - Experiment - Understand - visualize - Fantasize - analyze - Reach out - Communicate - Clarify - Demand - Decide - Initiate - Insist - Induce - Encourage - Highlight - Create - perceive - Anticipate - Charge Forward - Go - Run - Win - Finish - Fulfill - Complete - Love - Rise - Grow - Lead - Shine - Celebrate - Roar from your Heart - Stay Hungry For More - Don't Settle - Everything is putty in your hands, the world is your oyster, it's all a big playground, Learn...


You are capable of every word. Now do it, Right Now. Also, Aspire. Thanks, Saon!

Read Every Word:
Learn - Listen - Acknowledge - Explore - Experiment - Understand - visualize - Fantasize - analyze - Reach out - Communicate - Clarify - Demand - Decide - Initiate - Insist - Induce - Encourage - Highlight - Create - perceive - Anticipate - Charge Forward - Go - Run - Win - Finish - Fulfill - Complete - Love - Rise - Grow - Lead - Shine - Celebrate - Roar from your Heart - Stay Hungry For More - Don't Settle - Everything is putty in your hands, the world is your oyster, it's all a big playground, Learn...

You are capable of every word. Now do it, Right Now. Also, Aspire. Thanks, Saon!

If there's anything that makes me really happy, that makes me feel that this life is worth every second, it's knowing that I have been a catalyst in somebody's happiness in some way or the other. If I can do just one special thing in someone's life, like encourage or highlight their talents, it invariably sparks off an energy reactor in that person which in turn charges me up. The amazing fact is that it's so easy to do. All one needs is timing; when and where to say those words of encouragement that make such a huge difference.

Good timing is when the person is genuinely trying to achieve something and you come into the situation. If you can catch that person's drift, you will be in the same state of mind and the moment this person is close to or actually achieves that goal, you say the magic words. Ho boy, the reactor roars in. Remember, it charges the self too. Reason enough to do it again...

If there's anything that makes me really happy, that makes me feel that this life is worth every second, it's knowing that I have been a catalyst in somebody's happiness in some way or the other. If I can do just one special thing in someone's life, like encourage or highlight their talents, it invariably sparks off an energy reactor in that person which in turn charges me up. The amazing fact is that it's so easy to do. All one needs is timing; when and where to say those words of encouragement that make such a huge difference.
Good timing is when the person is genuinely trying to achieve something and you come into the situation. If you can catch that person's drift, you will be in the same state of mind and the moment this person is close to or actually achieves that goal, you say the magic words. Ho boy, the reactor roars in. Remember, it charges the self too. Reason enough to do it again...

Nitin, I saw 'Finding Forrester' again on HBO. Three memorable things from there:

First:

If you're asking yourself "what am I doing with my life?", then obviously that school (or company) you're in is not answering your question.

Second:

Write the first draft from your heart, the second from your mind.

Third, like you said:

"For God's sake, punch those keys!"

So buddy, get blogging. This medium works up the imagination.

Nitin, I saw 'Finding Forrester' again on HBO. Three memorable things from there:
First:
If you're asking yourself "what am I doing with my life?", then obviously that school (or company) you're in is not answering your question.
Second:
Write the first draft from your heart, the second from your mind.
Third, like you said:
"For God's sake, punch those keys!"
So buddy, get blogging. This medium works up the imagination.

these people are forcing their way into my head and I gotto let them out on paper:


http://www.kariyal.com/draw/characters-spikey-hair1.gif


http://www.kariyal.com/draw/characters-spikey-hair2.gif

these people are forcing their way into my head and I gotto let them out on paper:

http://www.kariyal.com/draw/characters-spikey-hair1.gif

http://www.kariyal.com/draw/characters-spikey-hair2.gif

there's an amazing sensation of purity in drawing nudes:


http://www.kariyal.com/draw/nude1.jpg


I took up human anatomy to specialize in in my third and fourth year in Art school. It's difficult and it challenged me then and still does. The human body is by the best creation of all time, before and after sliced bread. The way a nude can express itself has to be why the Renaissance artists painted nudes so much.


It took another 5 years of practising anatomy with two reference books and human model drawing at the National Gallery of Modern Art on Sundays. This duration of practise after leaving art school was done in weekends and after work hours at home. Now, I can draw figures from imagination, which is a state of being at the doorstep of real control; drawing from what one knows and more importantly, understands.

My Heroes: Michaelangelo, Da Vinci and more recently, Frank Frazetta, whos fantasy art reflects technical expertise as well as a grand imagination.

there's an amazing sensation of purity in drawing nudes:

http://www.kariyal.com/draw/nude1.jpg

I took up human anatomy to specialize in in my third and fourth year in Art school. It's difficult and it challenged me then and still does. The human body is by the best creation of all time, before and after sliced bread. The way a nude can express itself has to be why the Renaissance artists painted nudes so much.

It took another 5 years of practising anatomy with two reference books and human model drawing at the National Gallery of Modern Art on Sundays. This duration of practise after leaving art school was done in weekends and after work hours at home. Now, I can draw figures from imagination, which is a state of being at the doorstep of real control; drawing from what one knows and more importantly, understands.
My Heroes: Michaelangelo, Da Vinci and more recently, Frank Frazetta, whos fantasy art reflects technical expertise as well as a grand imagination.

Today, a trucker refused to give bribe to a cop. The cop overtook him and shot him dead. 5 years back a middle aged woman was raped along with her two daughters by cops. The cops went back on duty as usual and no justice was served. Salman Khan is still scott free after having killed a man. Let me not start on what politicians are upto. Now, here's a viewpoint on patriotism. I am told to love my country no matter what. Had I been born in Sweden or Switzerland, would I have regretted not being born here? So what's happened here is that I got dropped in this great land by the storks and a 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' sticker was slapped on my forehead. Why, I want to know, should I love my country for this? The 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' isticker is an excuse for us to bypass all our problems. If I am a law-abiding decent citizen, do I not deserve a decent society?


The brain-drain we complain about has these undercurrents which justify leaving this country. It's NOT just about money and career. Get the hell out while you can. You never know when the government comes out with protocols which identify individuals that can generate value and restrict visas for them.

Today, a trucker refused to give bribe to a cop. The cop overtook him and shot him dead. 5 years back a middle aged woman was raped along with her two daughters by cops. The cops went back on duty as usual and no justice was served. Salman Khan is still scott free after having killed a man. Let me not start on what politicians are upto. Now, here's a viewpoint on patriotism. I am told to love my country no matter what. Had I been born in Sweden or Switzerland, would I have regretted not being born here? So what's happened here is that I got dropped in this great land by the storks and a 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' sticker was slapped on my forehead. Why, I want to know, should I love my country for this? The 'Mera Bharat Mahaan' isticker is an excuse for us to bypass all our problems. If I am a law-abiding decent citizen, do I not deserve a decent society?

The brain-drain we complain about has these undercurrents which justify leaving this country. It's NOT just about money and career. Get the hell out while you can. You never know when the government comes out with protocols which identify individuals that can generate value and restrict visas for them.

http://www.kariyal.com/self/getthehellout/ranthambor.html

http://www.kariyal.com/self/getthehellout/ranthambor.html

I walk up to the edge. The cliff edge is a good kilometre high from the lush green terrain below. If I had vertigo, I wouldn't be up here. I let go of my backpack and stand at the edge, wondering- what now. The soil crumbles at my feet. Then it begins.

I lose weight, rapidly. My t-shirt and Nikes disintegrate into shreds and I don't seem to care at all. I look down at my feet and see the cliff edge break down further between my toes. Suddenly, I experience excruciating pain on my back and arms. Feathers grow instantly. My arms increase in length and I feel this sudden surge of energy in them. I lose more weight, my bones feel hollow and my chest swells. I'm a bird!


The cliff edge gives in and I drop. I approach the earth like a rock and as I get closer, I can see children playing in the fields below. I fear not the hurtle and I spread my wings out. The feathers tilt to let the air through. Then I pull my arms down and instinctively, I can control every feather, still growing. I close in my feathers and create an air pocket below. The fast approaching ground slows down as I swoop down and I am close enough to gently brush the grass with the tips of my wings. The children are appalled at the sight of me. Some find it amusing and run along as I glide along the earth. I play a game of trying to keep my shadow on them as I rise up. I turn my head up and head for the sky.


The blue sky above feels like home, where I am more comfortable. I afloat aimlessly, without having to beat my wings too hard. I glide for hours like a condor. Then, I settle down back on the cliff edge from where I stare at the ocean in the horizon. I know I can make it to the other side of this planet. I take off in full flutter...

I walk up to the edge. The cliff edge is a good kilometre high from the lush green terrain below. If I had vertigo, I wouldn't be up here. I let go of my backpack and stand at the edge, wondering- what now. The soil crumbles at my feet. Then it begins.
I lose weight, rapidly. My t-shirt and Nikes disintegrate into shreds and I don't seem to care at all. I look down at my feet and see the cliff edge break down further between my toes. Suddenly, I experience excruciating pain on my back and arms. Feathers grow instantly. My arms increase in length and I feel this sudden surge of energy in them. I lose more weight, my bones feel hollow and my chest swells. I'm a bird!

The cliff edge gives in and I drop. I approach the earth like a rock and as I get closer, I can see children playing in the fields below. I fear not the hurtle and I spread my wings out. The feathers tilt to let the air through. Then I pull my arms down and instinctively, I can control every feather, still growing. I close in my feathers and create an air pocket below. The fast approaching ground slows down as I swoop down and I am close enough to gently brush the grass with the tips of my wings. The children are appalled at the sight of me. Some find it amusing and run along as I glide along the earth. I play a game of trying to keep my shadow on them as I rise up. I turn my head up and head for the sky.

The blue sky above feels like home, where I am more comfortable. I afloat aimlessly, without having to beat my wings too hard. I glide for hours like a condor. Then, I settle down back on the cliff edge from where I stare at the ocean in the horizon. I know I can make it to the other side of this planet. I take off in full flutter...

Need to do cleaner digital illustrations like this... http://www.kariyal.com... better probably...

Need to do cleaner digital illustrations like this... http://www.kariyal.com... better probably...

Picked up the 800 from the showroom on Friday with Sameer. 2 weeks of waiting. The feel of owning a piece rules... absolutely... like I suddenly have wings now. I've already done 250 kilometres in 2 days, visiting friends and relatives. Fly baby fly, coz the windows are opening. Now, I need and Enfield Bullet. Then, I'll soar...

Freelance work has sprung up too from all directions, someone likes me up there. Charge 'em up babe, life starts now.

Picked up the 800 from the showroom on Friday with Sameer. 2 weeks of waiting. The feel of owning a piece rules... absolutely... like I suddenly have wings now. I've already done 250 kilometres in 2 days, visiting friends and relatives. Fly baby fly, coz the windows are opening. Now, I need and Enfield Bullet. Then, I'll soar...
Freelance work has sprung up too from all directions, someone likes me up there. Charge 'em up babe, life starts now.

Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet Seamus Heaney praises Eminem:


http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/entertainment/6204287.htm


Is my ESP acting up??!! Not that I'm complaining... ;)


Devinder is in UK, sent from his office, a colleague is leaving for the UK, also sent from the office...

and I'm stuck here... aaargh!... ok... I'm not complaining...life can be good here too :)

Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet Seamus Heaney praises Eminem:

http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/entertainment/6204287.htm

Is my ESP acting up??!! Not that I'm complaining... ;)

Devinder is in UK, sent from his office, a colleague is leaving for the UK, also sent from the office...
and I'm stuck here... aaargh!... ok... I'm not complaining...life can be good here too :)

these days, whenever I get some time off, I'm listening to Eminem and reading his lyrics. This guys kinda makes sense... ok sometimes he goes onto some extreme stuff. But then, his stuff is extreme. From 'The Way I am':


and it seems like the media immediately

points a finger at me (finger at me)..

So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie

or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up

when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up

with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too

When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school

and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin

Where were the parents at? And look where it's at

Middle America, now it's a tragedy

Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty

havin this happenin (this happenin)..

then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..

But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire

these days, whenever I get some time off, I'm listening to Eminem and reading his lyrics. This guys kinda makes sense... ok sometimes he goes onto some extreme stuff. But then, his stuff is extreme. From 'The Way I am':

and it seems like the media immediately
points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
havin this happenin (this happenin)..
then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire

Was speaking with Sameer about this today:

Some day, which isn't too far, when we are heading teams or departments (like we both have in the past, I at Lifepositive and Sameer in Combit), If we see people around us who are kick-ass talented and are able to handle jobs to the extent that they may overshadow everyone, let them. When one encourages talent, one grows too. Your chariot will look good with and because of the horses that run it. Where we come in is with our experiences of harnessing good talent and channelizing the young guns' energy waves. Suppressing others in the team from achieving what they can only because they may look better than you is not only suicidal, but also leads to a stagnant mind resulting in bitterness in life and a maggot like perception of the world... yuck!

Was speaking with Sameer about this today:
Some day, which isn't too far, when we are heading teams or departments (like we both have in the past, I at Lifepositive and Sameer in Combit), If we see people around us who are kick-ass talented and are able to handle jobs to the extent that they may overshadow everyone, let them. When one encourages talent, one grows too. Your chariot will look good with and because of the horses that run it. Where we come in is with our experiences of harnessing good talent and channelizing the young guns' energy waves. Suppressing others in the team from achieving what they can only because they may look better than you is not only suicidal, but also leads to a stagnant mind resulting in bitterness in life and a maggot like perception of the world... yuck!

Touched a new level at work in these last two weeks. I'm finally merging illustration and design, seriously, after a long while. Made a survey with Sameer which had his tech expertise, sense of humor and ability to connect to people at a personal level along with my design and illustrations. Although I've done this before in Life Positive for the Tarot Cards, teaming with the editorial and programmers for their respective expertise, here:


http://www.lifepositive.com/tarot/


doing this for the Intranet of a Management Consultancy is a different ballgame altogether! Pity this can't be seen publically...

Jhankar Beats turned out to be an enjoyable movie! Also saw the worst movie of the season, Khwaish, on the same day. Movie making needs a certain understanding of how it will be received from the viewers perspective; what is being delivered in 2-3 hours time, irrespective of what message one is trying to put across. Example, Jhankar, although made at an amateur level and hardly had a story line, created a world / environment / experience one could relate to. Jokes and dialogues bordering on sex need to be handled with care too. Jhankar made it sound funny, whereas in Khwaish, it was almost vulgar. The way the condom issue was handled in both the flicks were so different in portrayal. One thing about Rahul Bose, every role he's played are so different in nature. In 'Everybody say I'm fine' and even in Jhankar, he fears not redicule on self, which makes him an entertainer, and he's smart. Knows how to do it. Anyone who can master emotions and sees the matrix of connecting to people at different levels of personal interest, will truly go ahead to make entertaining, memorable content worth the recall. This guy's going a long way...

Touched a new level at work in these last two weeks. I'm finally merging illustration and design, seriously, after a long while. Made a survey with Sameer which had his tech expertise, sense of humor and ability to connect to people at a personal level along with my design and illustrations. Although I've done this before in Life Positive for the Tarot Cards, teaming with the editorial and programmers for their respective expertise, here:

http://www.lifepositive.com/tarot/

doing this for the Intranet of a Management Consultancy is a different ballgame altogether! Pity this can't be seen publically...

Jhankar Beats turned out to be an enjoyable movie! Also saw the worst movie of the season, Khwaish, on the same day. Movie making needs a certain understanding of how it will be received from the viewers perspective; what is being delivered in 2-3 hours time, irrespective of what message one is trying to put across. Example, Jhankar, although made at an amateur level and hardly had a story line, created a world / environment / experience one could relate to. Jokes and dialogues bordering on sex need to be handled with care too. Jhankar made it sound funny, whereas in Khwaish, it was almost vulgar. The way the condom issue was handled in both the flicks were so different in portrayal. One thing about Rahul Bose, every role he's played are so different in nature. In 'Everybody say I'm fine' and even in Jhankar, he fears not redicule on self, which makes him an entertainer, and he's smart. Knows how to do it. Anyone who can master emotions and sees the matrix of connecting to people at different levels of personal interest, will truly go ahead to make entertaining, memorable content worth the recall. This guy's going a long way...

Ok where do I start from... just got back from Rohtang Pass, Naggar, Chandigarh; a 60 hour vacation that felt like a week! Awesome driving, Devinder! Ok here are the details...


Friday, 13th

I met Anand in CP at around 5pm from where we headed for ISBT. Took a roadways bus till Chandigarh. We talk our brains out.


Saturday, 14th

12am we reach Chandigarh. The place is all roundabouts! Devinder is waiting for us. We drop in at Barista at sector 17 for a quick bite from where we go to 36 to check out Devinder's pad at number 1005. Then we packed up and got going... but wait! We suddenly realized that we left our bible (guide to weekend getaways) at Barista! So we went back for it.

It's now 1 in the night, and we are off to Rohtang Pass. Dev hasn't had enough sleep and keeps driving till 11 in the morning. His eyes are red but insists on carrying on. At 1pm we reach Rohtang Pass, where we hire boots, a coat and gloves to walk around on the ice. The place is so crowded we had to walk away for some peace on the road heading further out. Now this is the road that would take us to Ladakh some day. We fool around a bit, then head back down for Naggar, little paradise. Manali is so crowded it was a puttoff. The whole town looks like a bus stand. We buy booze from Manali which we hardly felt the need for. At Naggar, We put up at Sheetal Lodge (Rs. 500 a day) and have Pasta at the Ristorante Italiano (Rs. 450), a 10 minute walk upward. 'The Castle', a government run Lodge is a lovely lodge to put up in if you don't mind the splurge of a grand for a night.


Sunday, 15th

Next day, we get up reluctantly and head downhill for Breakfast at the Nightingale cottage. Here we downed 2 bottles of plum juice, two Honey pancakes, two mashed patatoes, 3 plates of Mushroom, Olive and Cheese Bruchette. (Rs. 330).

We select some CDs for Dev's car stereo and check out of the lodge ( Rs. 700) and head for the Nicholas Roerich Art Gallery. This place is a must-see. At this cottage, the art gallery is on the ground floor and residence of the artist, Nicholas Roerich (1874-1947), above it. His entire pad is sealed and visitors can look into all the rooms through the glass windows. The rooms have been preserved since they used them last and it all appeared like a time capsule you could look into, with all the oil lamps, furniture, stationary and books in their place as left behind by the couple. His classic Dodge car is in the garage too, with an awesome output of 27 HP... mean machine... There were some more of his really surreal works in another gallery for Tribal and Folk art.

We pick up a bottle of Plum wine and another bottle of Plum juice from Nightingale for the road and head for Chandigarh. On the way, we stopped at the river side in Kullu to bathe in the river, Anand taking the lead. The water was cold alright! We now get serious and head for Chandigarh coz we're really short of time. Devinder'a driving is straight out of a video game. When we reached the plains, we took a u turn for Anandpur Sahib. Huge complex, this. It has hospitals, petrol pumps, more Gurdwaras. Here, we joined the others in the langar which gave us the dinner we needed. I still recall the taste of the halwa that came in the end. Mohali is on the way so we drive around Dev's office complex, Quark. We reach the bus stand at 1 am, get into a roadways at 1:30 and reach Delhi in 4 hours (5:30 am).


Monday, 16th

By Pass is close to home so I had a bathe and got into the waiting office cab at 6 :15 am and here I am in the office at 7:30 am putting all this down while it's still in my head. Is this living or what...! Fan-f@*&$#*g-tastic, Devinder and Anand! Only flip side to this trip: me tummy has gone for a six with all that senseless hogging!

Ok where do I start from... just got back from Rohtang Pass, Naggar, Chandigarh; a 60 hour vacation that felt like a week! Awesome driving, Devinder! Ok here are the details...

Friday, 13th
I met Anand in CP at around 5pm from where we headed for ISBT. Took a roadways bus till Chandigarh. We talk our brains out.

Saturday, 14th
12am we reach Chandigarh. The place is all roundabouts! Devinder is waiting for us. We drop in at Barista at sector 17 for a quick bite from where we go to 36 to check out Devinder's pad at number 1005. Then we packed up and got going... but wait! We suddenly realized that we left our bible (guide to weekend getaways) at Barista! So we went back for it.
It's now 1 in the night, and we are off to Rohtang Pass. Dev hasn't had enough sleep and keeps driving till 11 in the morning. His eyes are red but insists on carrying on. At 1pm we reach Rohtang Pass, where we hire boots, a coat and gloves to walk around on the ice. The place is so crowded we had to walk away for some peace on the road heading further out. Now this is the road that would take us to Ladakh some day. We fool around a bit, then head back down for Naggar, little paradise. Manali is so crowded it was a puttoff. The whole town looks like a bus stand. We buy booze from Manali which we hardly felt the need for. At Naggar, We put up at Sheetal Lodge (Rs. 500 a day) and have Pasta at the Ristorante Italiano (Rs. 450), a 10 minute walk upward. 'The Castle', a government run Lodge is a lovely lodge to put up in if you don't mind the splurge of a grand for a night.

Sunday, 15th
Next day, we get up reluctantly and head downhill for Breakfast at the Nightingale cottage. Here we downed 2 bottles of plum juice, two Honey pancakes, two mashed patatoes, 3 plates of Mushroom, Olive and Cheese Bruchette. (Rs. 330).
We select some CDs for Dev's car stereo and check out of the lodge ( Rs. 700) and head for the Nicholas Roerich Art Gallery. This place is a must-see. At this cottage, the art gallery is on the ground floor and residence of the artist, Nicholas Roerich (1874-1947), above it. His entire pad is sealed and visitors can look into all the rooms through the glass windows. The rooms have been preserved since they used them last and it all appeared like a time capsule you could look into, with all the oil lamps, furniture, stationary and books in their place as left behind by the couple. His classic Dodge car is in the garage too, with an awesome output of 27 HP... mean machine... There were some more of his really surreal works in another gallery for Tribal and Folk art.
We pick up a bottle of Plum wine and another bottle of Plum juice from Nightingale for the road and head for Chandigarh. On the way, we stopped at the river side in Kullu to bathe in the river, Anand taking the lead. The water was cold alright! We now get serious and head for Chandigarh coz we're really short of time. Devinder'a driving is straight out of a video game. When we reached the plains, we took a u turn for Anandpur Sahib. Huge complex, this. It has hospitals, petrol pumps, more Gurdwaras. Here, we joined the others in the langar which gave us the dinner we needed. I still recall the taste of the halwa that came in the end. Mohali is on the way so we drive around Dev's office complex, Quark. We reach the bus stand at 1 am, get into a roadways at 1:30 and reach Delhi in 4 hours (5:30 am).

Monday, 16th
By Pass is close to home so I had a bathe and got into the waiting office cab at 6 :15 am and here I am in the office at 7:30 am putting all this down while it's still in my head. Is this living or what...! Fan-f@*&$#*g-tastic, Devinder and Anand! Only flip side to this trip: me tummy has gone for a six with all that senseless hogging!

Friday afternoon we are out of here, will meet Anand and later Devinder in Chandigarh. There's nothing like travelling in excess. The more the better. In fact, I'd base my life upon it. Slog me butt out so I can get it out of the city. Weather it out man. Every trip changes something in me.

Friday afternoon we are out of here, will meet Anand and later Devinder in Chandigarh. There's nothing like travelling in excess. The more the better. In fact, I'd base my life upon it. Slog me butt out so I can get it out of the city. Weather it out man. Every trip changes something in me.

Ho Boy, it gets difficult by the day to fall in love now. Everyone's the same these days, with a minor exception of a quirk here and there that makes them a wee tad interesting. What am I expecting from them? Nothing at all, I just wish they wouldn't too. Good friendship rules.

Ho Boy, it gets difficult by the day to fall in love now. Everyone's the same these days, with a minor exception of a quirk here and there that makes them a wee tad interesting. What am I expecting from them? Nothing at all, I just wish they wouldn't too. Good friendship rules.

All time favorite guts-n-glory movies(list subject to change) :


Lawrence of Arabia

Days of Thunder

Varsity Blues

Escape to Victory

Predator

Bugs Life

Training Day (from Ethan Hawk's perspective)


more as and when I think of it...

All time favorite guts-n-glory movies(list subject to change) :

Lawrence of Arabia
Days of Thunder
Varsity Blues
Escape to Victory
Predator
Bugs Life
Training Day (from Ethan Hawk's perspective)

more as and when I think of it...

Putting up with other people's incompetency is abetting incompetency and in time, means being incompetent. When a person willingly refuses to improve and imposes his obsolete / dated ideologies on others, then that person deserves to be taught a lesson. I hope I don't end up doing something rash. Give me patience, Lord. Show me you exist.

The more one travels the bigger the world gets. A change has definitely come over me.


Devinder, I saw Durabatt's website. For those who are oblivious, Durabatt batteries are fake Duracells. we bought them in Loharkhet on our trek in Kumaon. It looks like the original with even the power gauge printed on it! It was so funny we brought them back with us!

Putting up with other people's incompetency is abetting incompetency and in time, means being incompetent. When a person willingly refuses to improve and imposes his obsolete / dated ideologies on others, then that person deserves to be taught a lesson. I hope I don't end up doing something rash. Give me patience, Lord. Show me you exist.
The more one travels the bigger the world gets. A change has definitely come over me.

Devinder, I saw Durabatt's website. For those who are oblivious, Durabatt batteries are fake Duracells. we bought them in Loharkhet on our trek in Kumaon. It looks like the original with even the power gauge printed on it! It was so funny we brought them back with us!

Saw a desert travelogue last night. It's called Lawrence of Arabia. What makes people make movies like this?! So many faces to the desert, like each view was painted. The thought of being there itself was scary, but that was what gave these guys the high I guess...wow, wanna make a flick like that... someday...

Saw a desert travelogue last night. It's called Lawrence of Arabia. What makes people make movies like this?! So many faces to the desert, like each view was painted. The thought of being there itself was scary, but that was what gave these guys the high I guess...wow, wanna make a flick like that... someday...

Yesterday I had ... ok I got it... "Uncle Pinto's Goan Prawn Curry" at the Machaan in Taj (it's on the ground floor from my office) with a friend. It wasn't the most expensive on the menu, but it was rich alright! That little serving of rice and the bowl of curry with 4-5 giant prawns did absolutely not look like it would fill up me sack but by the time I guzzled down a Virgin Mary... hubba hubba... the curry was laced with coconut milk and even the outer shells of the prawns were munchable... aaargh I loved it...


Quoting Devinder in http://devinder.blogspot.com/


"...only when you head out to a glacier or drive down to the sea... "


... son of a mother... I love this guy!!!

Yesterday I had ... ok I got it... "Uncle Pinto's Goan Prawn Curry" at the Machaan in Taj (it's on the ground floor from my office) with a friend. It wasn't the most expensive on the menu, but it was rich alright! That little serving of rice and the bowl of curry with 4-5 giant prawns did absolutely not look like it would fill up me sack but by the time I guzzled down a Virgin Mary... hubba hubba... the curry was laced with coconut milk and even the outer shells of the prawns were munchable... aaargh I loved it...

Quoting Devinder in http://devinder.blogspot.com/

"...only when you head out to a glacier or drive down to the sea... "

... son of a mother... I love this guy!!!

I imagined today what it would be like if I were someone who hated everyone and everything and how I would perceive life with a 'hell-with-all' frame of mind. It felt like being on an island, I see a ship going by and I could wave my hands or start a smoke signal, but then I decide to let it go because I don't need to go anywhere and I don't need to be with any more people than I am with and know already. I am so full of myself, my own experiences and whatever intelligence I have, that I see absolutely no need to grow anymore. I need nobody to show me anything else about life, I can handle things on my own. Then someone sees me on this island and a flash comes to him or her, that hey, I gotto tell this guy about another place I know of... but then, he'll just brush me off so why bother. I am on this island for life, till I actually make an effort to get off it... I need to start a smoke signal...

I imagined today what it would be like if I were someone who hated everyone and everything and how I would perceive life with a 'hell-with-all' frame of mind. It felt like being on an island, I see a ship going by and I could wave my hands or start a smoke signal, but then I decide to let it go because I don't need to go anywhere and I don't need to be with any more people than I am with and know already. I am so full of myself, my own experiences and whatever intelligence I have, that I see absolutely no need to grow anymore. I need nobody to show me anything else about life, I can handle things on my own. Then someone sees me on this island and a flash comes to him or her, that hey, I gotto tell this guy about another place I know of... but then, he'll just brush me off so why bother. I am on this island for life, till I actually make an effort to get off it... I need to start a smoke signal...

it's not being myself to go into the code to change things, I like GUI interaction, coming purely from me... so when I get into the blog code to change the Page title without changing the title in the Content area, it's a major achievement here. Coders, laugh yer head off...:))

Some more intranet work... this is endless... I mean, so what if I'm the world's best web designer? So bloody what? There has to be more to this... I'm definitely capable of more. Animation, illustration, 3d art, merging with design with a watercolor border/ mesh, logos, the combos can further generate endless results, really exciting interactive experiences. 10% of me is being utilized here. Dammit where's that scanner I was going to buy...

it's not being myself to go into the code to change things, I like GUI interaction, coming purely from me... so when I get into the blog code to change the Page title without changing the title in the Content area, it's a major achievement here. Coders, laugh yer head off...:))

Some more intranet work... this is endless... I mean, so what if I'm the world's best web designer? So bloody what? There has to be more to this... I'm definitely capable of more. Animation, illustration, 3d art, merging with design with a watercolor border/ mesh, logos, the combos can further generate endless results, really exciting interactive experiences. 10% of me is being utilized here. Dammit where's that scanner I was going to buy...

Satish is studying death and suicide:


http://warier.blogspot.com/


and Anand is pondering on dope:


http://hirvey.blogspot.com


Wait up for me guys... I can't miss either. Left both incomplete. You know how unfinished jobs can get you in the head...

Something better give me a reason to go on with this life... hmmm... hey look, I just saw the winamp icon on my taskbar... my hand moves towards my mouse... I drag it to the corner...I'm about to click on it... break this silence in my head...

still pushing your keyboard and mouse? It's been three weeks since I put on a 10 kilo bagpack and walked 90 km into the mountains. It's a warm up, for what I will do in time.


What's absolutely eye-opening is the fact that when you get back from a trek or rafting or some outdoor activity like this and get back to town, everyone appears to be thinking and talking about vague nothings that hardly matter like how bad some actress is looking in some song and dance sequence or what some neighbour thinks of himself/herself... so @#*&%!$ what? I mean get the hell out of your little lives and see the world, get in the middle of two ice peaks and you'll know how miniscule your existence can be, or get into a rapid and you'll feel the current take you through it's own course. Then get back home and try adjusting with rediculous conversations and news events like safety pins showing in some celebrity's outfit, that too with interviews and debates taking up major print space. AARrgh, pathetic. Pathetikos, absolutely.


And to think of it, I was into the same crap some time back... God, I've changed, for good I hope.


This life is too big, too fantastic to sit around and contemplate. If I can't get a visa to go abroad (just coz I'm not married and am an IT professional- feels like some house arrest), my own country it is. I'm gonna explore what I can.

Satish is studying death and suicide:

http://warier.blogspot.com/

and Anand is pondering on dope:

http://hirvey.blogspot.com

Wait up for me guys... I can't miss either. Left both incomplete. You know how unfinished jobs can get you in the head...
Something better give me a reason to go on with this life... hmmm... hey look, I just saw the winamp icon on my taskbar... my hand moves towards my mouse... I drag it to the corner...I'm about to click on it... break this silence in my head...

still pushing your keyboard and mouse? It's been three weeks since I put on a 10 kilo bagpack and walked 90 km into the mountains. It's a warm up, for what I will do in time.

What's absolutely eye-opening is the fact that when you get back from a trek or rafting or some outdoor activity like this and get back to town, everyone appears to be thinking and talking about vague nothings that hardly matter like how bad some actress is looking in some song and dance sequence or what some neighbour thinks of himself/herself... so @#*&%!$ what? I mean get the hell out of your little lives and see the world, get in the middle of two ice peaks and you'll know how miniscule your existence can be, or get into a rapid and you'll feel the current take you through it's own course. Then get back home and try adjusting with rediculous conversations and news events like safety pins showing in some celebrity's outfit, that too with interviews and debates taking up major print space. AARrgh, pathetic. Pathetikos, absolutely.

And to think of it, I was into the same crap some time back... God, I've changed, for good I hope.

This life is too big, too fantastic to sit around and contemplate. If I can't get a visa to go abroad (just coz I'm not married and am an IT professional- feels like some house arrest), my own country it is. I'm gonna explore what I can.

Found some sexy quotes on travelling:



Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.

Miriam Beard

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Travel is only glamorous in retrospect.

Paul Theroux

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A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

George Moore

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Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

Alexander Solzhenitsyn

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When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.

Clifton Fadiman

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And the sexiest of all being:


There is no happiness for him who does not travel!

Thus we have heard. Living in the society of men,

The best man becomes a sinner… Therefore, Wander!

The fortune of him who is sitting, sits;

it rises when he rises; it sleeps when he sleeps;

it moves when he moves.Therefore, wander!


- Aitreya Brahmanan, the Rigveda (800-600 B.C.)

Found some sexy quotes on travelling:


Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
Miriam Beard
------------------
Travel is only glamorous in retrospect.
Paul Theroux
------------------
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
George Moore
------------------
Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
------------------
When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.
Clifton Fadiman
------------------

And the sexiest of all being:

There is no happiness for him who does not travel!
Thus we have heard. Living in the society of men,
The best man becomes a sinner… Therefore, Wander!
The fortune of him who is sitting, sits;
it rises when he rises; it sleeps when he sleeps;
it moves when he moves.Therefore, wander!

- Aitreya Brahmanan, the Rigveda (800-600 B.C.)

Satish will find a way through what he's going through... makes me wonder how I'd handle things if I were in his situation. Guy's an iconoclast alright... to the hilt!

Satish will find a way through what he's going through... makes me wonder how I'd handle things if I were in his situation. Guy's an iconoclast alright... to the hilt!

Blogging is fun. Didn't know I had so much in my head for just one day! Am wearing a purple shirt my colleagues gifted me, love it! The colors one wears affects how you feel and think. Like I'm very confident about the day in black. I feel like the devil himself and that makes me kind of feel protected from the worst sonofa I'll meet. White does the reverse. Red makes me feel like, get the f#%@ out of ma way babe, I'm full of myself today... Blue makes me feel like... neutral actually, nothing much, same for greys. I gave all me birthday roses to colleagues, now that felt good for some reason I can't figure yet...

Climbing that glacier has changed something. Suddenly, yes suddenly, I fear a lot less. Women don't give me that doubtful state of mind anymore. I am what I am. Money, don't care if I don't have enough, it never is anyways and am not spending my life worrying over my balance. My family matters more now. Is it the Glacier or hitting 30? I'll never know. Guess this just had to happen. Anand Hirvey, this trek has done some good, in very intangible terms and love ya for planning this out. That reminds me, Gotto give Kamal the negs.

Developed more snaps from Devinder's rolls. Lots of good pics actually. The cam does make a difference, what you see through the lens, how you perceive it when it develops, the whole drama is captivating. Can I blow 17k on the Canon SLR I saw the ads of recently? Let's see. gotto do it before hit Jaisalmer and Calcutta.

Blogging is fun. Didn't know I had so much in my head for just one day! Am wearing a purple shirt my colleagues gifted me, love it! The colors one wears affects how you feel and think. Like I'm very confident about the day in black. I feel like the devil himself and that makes me kind of feel protected from the worst sonofa I'll meet. White does the reverse. Red makes me feel like, get the f#%@ out of ma way babe, I'm full of myself today... Blue makes me feel like... neutral actually, nothing much, same for greys. I gave all me birthday roses to colleagues, now that felt good for some reason I can't figure yet...

Aging is actually just a state of mind. What you hear from people can get you down if you think too much about it. Dammit, live the moment instead of bugging yourself about what hasn't happened yet. At an age when people buy diapers for their babies and sarees for their wives, I'm shopping for Nikes! What the hell, life is good!

Climbing that glacier has changed something. Suddenly, yes suddenly, I fear a lot less. Women don't give me that doubtful state of mind anymore. I am what I am. Money, don't care if I don't have enough, it never is anyways and am not spending my life worrying over my balance. My family matters more now. Is it the Glacier or hitting 30? I'll never know. Guess this just had to happen. Anand Hirvey, this trek has done some good, in very intangible terms and love ya for planning this out. That reminds me, Gotto give Kamal the negs.

Developed more snaps from Devinder's rolls. Lots of good pics actually. The cam does make a difference, what you see through the lens, how you perceive it when it develops, the whole drama is captivating. Can I blow 17k on the Canon SLR I saw the ads of recently? Let's see. gotto do it before hit Jaisalmer and Calcutta.

Aging is actually just a state of mind. What you hear from people can get you down if you think too much about it. Dammit, live the moment instead of bugging yourself about what hasn't happened yet. At an age when people buy diapers for their babies and sarees for their wives, I'm shopping for Nikes! What the hell, life is good!

Totally quit smoking; even that one cigi after lunch and have gotton back to my pushups. Hope I can keep this up. Am really looking forward to the abs I visualised before we took off for this trek


Am alone at home again and gotto remember to feed the dogs and their medication.

Totally quit smoking; even that one cigi after lunch and have gotton back to my pushups. Hope I can keep this up. Am really looking forward to the abs I visualised before we took off for this trek

Am alone at home again and gotto remember to feed the dogs and their medication.

turned 30 yesterday... got what I expected... 30 plus jokes and digs from my closest friends (pricks are still in their 20s) like... "So, is the cake on fire?"... "Buddhe"... well yes, there's so much heat from the candles, the fire engine is parked outside just in case...it's so hot, the ice caps are melting... the guests are all wearing fireproof... and yes, I can feel the age creeping in... HOLY KA MOLY I'M 30...

turned 30 yesterday... got what I expected... 30 plus jokes and digs from my closest friends (pricks are still in their 20s) like... "So, is the cake on fire?"... "Buddhe"... well yes, there's so much heat from the candles, the fire engine is parked outside just in case...it's so hot, the ice caps are melting... the guests are all wearing fireproof... and yes, I can feel the age creeping in... HOLY KA MOLY I'M 30...