Tuesday, March 31, 2009

change up gears now!

Spotted a Bentley Continental GT on the way to work today. As it overtook me (obviously) I noticed something about it, which I just had to get a second look of. Thanks to the traffic ahead, it couldn't go too far, so I caught up with it and had a good look at this work of art. What caught my fancy was the backside of the car. The surface has nothing but the sexy metal swooping down with the very subtle light cluster and the logo. The paint job was obviously hand done, with every speckle rubbed and polished like it was the only mission given to the polisher. About the light cluster, it was free of glittering plastic- Just on color in one simple shape, unlike the whites or the yellows and reds like in the other cars. The solitary Bentley emblem in the centre said it all, with no names or any other words screaming at you in italics.
Now here's the point. Compare this to the hazaar things other cars have plastered on their backsides- three parts of the brand- the logo and symbol, the local company's logo, the model of the car, angles and cuts in the metal, protrusions, bulges in the lights, oversized bumpers, multi-color light clusters that looks like a mini discotheque... aargh. Why can't we keep it simple and clean, bereft of these unnecessary frills? Or maybe that's industry standard which accepts the dumbing down of a people and continues to deliver sub-standard product designs.

change up gears now!

Spotted a Bentley Continental GT on the way to work today. As it overtook me (obviously) I noticed something about it, which I just had to get a second look of. Thanks to the traffic ahead, it couldn't go too far, so I caught up with it and had a good look at this work of art. What caught my fancy was the backside of the car. The surface has nothing but the sexy metal swooping down with the very subtle light cluster and the logo. The paint job was obviously hand done, with every speckle rubbed and polished like it was the only mission given to the polisher. About the light cluster, it was free of glittering plastic- Just on color in one simple shape, unlike the whites or the yellows and reds like in the other cars. The solitary Bentley emblem in the centre said it all, with no names or any other words screaming at you in italics.
Now here's the point. Compare this to the hazaar things other cars have plastered on their backsides- three parts of the brand- the logo and symbol, the local company's logo, the model of the car, angles and cuts in the metal, protrusions, bulges in the lights, oversized bumpers, multi-color light clusters that looks like a mini discotheque... aargh. Why can't we keep it simple and clean, bereft of these unnecessary frills? Or maybe that's industry standard which accepts the dumbing down of a people and continues to deliver sub-standard product designs.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Thursday, March 19, 2009

bird of prey

soar my flaps and go wohoho
jump off that ledge and go so low
open those feathers and let the wind through
turn my sides so can encircle you

the sun is nice, lets ride this breeze
snatch a kids sandwich, that bite's a tease
A pigeon's in my radar, shall I spare it today?
these pesky flying rats will always stray
Another eagle in the clouds, now thats a challenge
Need some work for my ricketing talons
I'm sick of sparrows and sometimes a crow
Time for an airfight so lets go go go

I can see that frisky rabbit in the grass down there
looks fat and chubby unlike that bony little mare
Do I need a big meal? No just a snacky little bite
the hare will writhe a bit but wont throw a fight
that furry hide will hold really well
in the sky when I soar, vertigo will give it hell

Cut the clouds like a bullet, like a blade
the horizon swallows the sun, the day will fade
with my 6 foot wingspan I can soar for a mile
reaching my nest with a carcass and a pile
of other things I tore and parts and more

I'd rather be a bird of prey
than a man down there with so little to say
need I say anything else, need I say more
soar my flaps and go wohoho

bird of prey

soar my flaps and go wohoho
jump off that ledge and go so low
open those feathers and let the wind through
turn my sides so can encircle you

the sun is nice, lets ride this breeze
snatch a kids sandwich, that bite's a tease
A pigeon's in my radar, shall I spare it today?
these pesky flying rats will always stray
Another eagle in the clouds, now thats a challenge
Need some work for my ricketing talons
I'm sick of sparrows and sometimes a crow
Time for an airfight so lets go go go

I can see that frisky rabbit in the grass down there
looks fat and chubby unlike that bony little mare
Do I need a big meal? No just a snacky little bite
the hare will writhe a bit but wont throw a fight
that furry hide will hold really well
in the sky when I soar, vertigo will give it hell

Cut the clouds like a bullet, like a blade
the horizon swallows the sun, the day will fade
with my 6 foot wingspan I can soar for a mile
reaching my nest with a carcass and a pile
of other things I tore and parts and more

I'd rather be a bird of prey
than a man down there with so little to say
need I say anything else, need I say more
soar my flaps and go wohoho

Monday, March 02, 2009

Conserve resources now godamit!!

Consumption is natural. It's part of the whole cycle we live in. We are cogs in this giant machinery and its only natural to exist in this cycle by consuming. But what if this consumption reaches a level when we are consuming to sustain egos? This is when we start consuming beyond required, organic needs. Changing our cell phone every six months, computers and monitors every 2 years, cars every 3-4 years, increases stress on natural resources with irrevocable damages. Imagine the landfills. Since nearly 55% of waste is buried in landfills, Imagine trees not being able to hold ground anymore, or the very realization that the earth we walk upon is now a cake layered with glass and plastic. Maybe this linear, resource-depleting flow is irreversible, but it can be slowed down. Else we will experience the aftermath in our own lifetime.

Now just in case you are one hard-assed %@&#er and genuinely don't give a rat's ass to environmental rape, the fact is that Gaia reciprocates to an individual likewise. So be aware of your actions; when it comes to throwing waste in any irresponsible way, else the natural elements will descend upon you with all its wrath in ways you will fail to fathom, you miserable little %@&#ing pest of a %@&#ing burden on the planet.

C'mon now. Find happiness in other things than technology. Spend time with family and friends and less with twittering on your stupid phone and blogging on your computer. Think not that gadgets glorify your existence or can proxy for love and affection- which clearly need to be prioritized over inanimate circuit boards. If that is the case, then you really need a life. My cell phone is four years old and my car is nearly six. Would that have any bearings on my levels of decency in general or how I come across? Now if it does change things, then that would make me one shallow loser of an asshole. But if I am an asshole and a real dickhead of a person, which would make me one despicable prick to have a conversation with, I'll be that way irrespective of what I drive- be it a maruti 800 or a 1000 horse-powered Bugatti Veyron with a top speed of a mind-%@&#ing, blistering 400 kph. So no point in turning to technology to enhance my personal worth.
But then, maybe spending over-the-top would reflect on my concern to be more sociable, right? Hell you're right! Oh jeez man I change my mind. I just cannot, categorically can NOT wait to pick up the next touch-sensitive (and Gaia insensitive) phone that's around the corner. I'll probably keep that shit for a few months and change over to the next phone that probably has a robotic arm projecting outward to stroke my eyebrows while I check myself out in the OLED screen-turned vanity mirror, you dumbass pest. And my car- that is so not my ride anymore. Gotto get myself that latest 200+ kph, 120 bhp babe magnet, neighbours-ball-wrenching, set of wheels; least the potential child-bearing hot females drooling at me think I am one loser not worth a few minutes of shit-chat.

All right, I'm done. Have a nice Monday morning, me homies. Hell, I have issues.

Conserve resources now godamit!!

Consumption is natural. It's part of the whole cycle we live in. We are cogs in this giant machinery and its only natural to exist in this cycle by consuming. But what if this consumption reaches a level when we are consuming to sustain egos? This is when we start consuming beyond required, organic needs. Changing our cell phone every six months, computers and monitors every 2 years, cars every 3-4 years, increases stress on natural resources with irrevocable damages. Imagine the landfills. Since nearly 55% of waste is buried in landfills, Imagine trees not being able to hold ground anymore, or the very realization that the earth we walk upon is now a cake layered with glass and plastic. Maybe this linear, resource-depleting flow is irreversible, but it can be slowed down. Else we will experience the aftermath in our own lifetime.

Now just in case you are one hard-assed %@&#er and genuinely don't give a rat's ass to environmental rape, the fact is that Gaia reciprocates to an individual likewise. So be aware of your actions; when it comes to throwing waste in any irresponsible way, else the natural elements will descend upon you with all its wrath in ways you will fail to fathom, you miserable little %@&#ing pest of a %@&#ing burden on the planet.

C'mon now. Find happiness in other things than technology. Spend time with family and friends and less with twittering on your stupid phone and blogging on your computer. Think not that gadgets glorify your existence or can proxy for love and affection- which clearly need to be prioritized over inanimate circuit boards. If that is the case, then you really need a life. My cell phone is four years old and my car is nearly six. Would that have any bearings on my levels of decency in general or how I come across? Now if it does change things, then that would make me one shallow loser of an asshole. But if I am an asshole and a real dickhead of a person, which would make me one despicable prick to have a conversation with, I'll be that way irrespective of what I drive- be it a maruti 800 or a 1000 horse-powered Bugatti Veyron with a top speed of a mind-%@&#ing, blistering 400 kph. So no point in turning to technology to enhance my personal worth.
But then, maybe spending over-the-top would reflect on my concern to be more sociable, right? Hell you're right! Oh jeez man I change my mind. I just cannot, categorically can NOT wait to pick up the next touch-sensitive (and Gaia insensitive) phone that's around the corner. I'll probably keep that shit for a few months and change over to the next phone that probably has a robotic arm projecting outward to stroke my eyebrows while I check myself out in the OLED screen-turned vanity mirror, you dumbass pest. And my car- that is so not my ride anymore. Gotto get myself that latest 200+ kph, 120 bhp babe magnet, neighbours-ball-wrenching, set of wheels; least the potential child-bearing hot females drooling at me think I am one loser not worth a few minutes of shit-chat.

All right, I'm done. Have a nice Monday morning, me homies. Hell, I have issues.

Wordpress it is!

I have moved to Wordpress. After much introspection and discussion on what Blogger and Wordpress are capable of, I figured a one-stop shop...