I'm feelin'
Friday, July 30, 2004
When Laura Dreamsnm, 'twas Incorporated
So says
Dipika.
One day I had a chance chat with
Amrita over Y! Messenger about her some problem with her shoutbox. Once it was done with and installed, Everyone was happy.
Hers being one of the blogs that I visit everyday, I happened to Interact with a n couple of people,Laura andDreamsnm.
And through Vardan, I happened to Stumble upon another blog byDipika.And then there is a person who chooses to be absolutely anonymous and another onewho needs her own space.
All of these blogs have seriously added meaning to thoughts, writing and given me the 361st degree to view life from.
So here is one to all the bloggers, for keeping me awake and giving me the 361st Degree...
Corollary: I just wanted to say a big thanks. And that you all write so wonderfully well that, I seem to be developing an inferiority complex.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
and continuing ......
My Previous post was in part about a Watch, and in greater part about the Lady who has given it to me. This time, the entire post is dedicated to a mind blowing peice of mechano - technology that it would be Pity to call it a watch. It is not a watch - It is the ultimate statement in style, technology and "I Have Arrived".
It is the 
Monaco V4
The V4, uses 13 half-millimeter-wide synthetic belts. They drive metal wheels that rotate on low-friction microball races rather than the synthetic ruby pivots known as jewels. The movement is powered by a platinum ingot that shuttles back and forth to turn a cog as you move your wrist. The drive belts transfer that torque to four spring-loaded barrels, which run a balance wheel (more belts) that ticks off the hours, minutes and seconds indicated by the watch's hands.
Critics point out that a weight limited to moving along one axis can capture only a fraction of the energy that one free to pivot 360 degrees can. What they're ignoring is the watch's aesthetic--and the audacity of its design.
Costing between $6,000 and $12,000, the critics might be the people who just cant afford it but want to.
I mean. Who Cares!
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Did I really Deserve it?
Now, the posts have been about women, this one is also about one. But then, this time, it is a little different...
This friend of mine, who shares my name, sunsign, office, behaviour, height (almost) and quite a lot of other things, gave me this on my birthday...
I mean, it looks good in the picture alright, but you have to actually hold it in your hands to feel it. It was as if i had the wheel of a Merc in my hands..
The watch is devilishly, sinfully, mouthwateringly, amazingly, awesomely and a lot of other adjective's ly good looking..
I dont know what i did to deserve this, but then, Her choice was Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome...
Now, I am not getting enough words to describe my feelings...
A big Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! and an even bigger Hug to her...
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This friend of mine, who shares my name, sunsign, office, behaviour, height (almost) and quite a lot of other things, gave me this on my birthday...
I mean, it looks good in the picture alright, but you have to actually hold it in your hands to feel it. It was as if i had the wheel of a Merc in my hands..
The watch is devilishly, sinfully, mouthwateringly, amazingly, awesomely and a lot of other adjective's ly good looking..
I dont know what i did to deserve this, but then, Her choice was Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesome...
Now, I am not getting enough words to describe my feelings...
A big Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! and an even bigger Hug to her...
Monday, July 26, 2004
An Event of Days
Continuing from where i left off, life definitely seems to be getting weirder and weirder.
It seems as if my forecast has women and fights splattered all over it. Just as i concluded typing the post "Pooh, Loser!" (On which Jhanvi posted her views here - which were far more rational than most of the ones i have read) i got into another totally pointless arguement as to why i cannot marry her and why i feel that she and i should still talk to each other.
Continuing in the same lines - i had a disagreement with a lady friend on a comment which i passed on someone else about a couple of millenia ago. How she suddenly remembered and why she did it, and the resons as to her getting pissed off to that comment after all these days made as much sense to me as a pair of dingo's kidneys made to Arthur Dent or Ford Prefect or for that matter to anyone else.
Then another friend of mine came to my place to wish me and started off with calling me a Lump of Shit, which i think was not exactly the right way of saying many happy returns of the day and i made it very evident to her that i didnt like it. This fell on totaly deaf ears and she proceeded to carry on with her sentences concocted with the choicest of words, which if narrated would either
a: Give an R rating to my blog or
b: Make you guys think that i was totally spineless to keep hearing such stuff or
c: Both.
Her side of the arugement ended with her giving me 1300 bucks for (in her words) "Rendering all the services". This resulted in me telling her in not so nice words that she couldnt possibly afford my services and even if she did, it would take her and her entire family's life time earnings two or more times over to pay me. (which is as far as Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, from the truth)
And it was just 2:00 in the afternoon.
I braced my self for more, but thankfully, none came and the rest of the afternoon went amazingly well, with my friends (those that remained my friends,that is) an Me talking about everything under the sun, listening to mass music, teen maar music and dancing away to glory.. The evening ended with a loooooong satisfying talk with my cousin (the only one, who matters) from Bremen.
He being a Co-TIFOSI - he conspired with his father to get an Authentic - Blazing Red ferrari flag (bought at the Indianapolis circuit) delivered to my place, but unfortunately, there was a problem with the logistics, and i will have to wait another week, before it can adorn the wall opposite the TV.
The other things which were equally memorable, but in a more memorable sort of a way than the fights were...
1. The Ferrari Flag
2. My Friends P, J and H - conspiring together an getting me a cake to sink a knife into - almost as soons as i woke up.
3. Spending a day with old friends
4. Getting over the mess, with all the fights coming to an end (debatable)
Not necessarily in the above specified order or anyother particular one.
Cause for Celebration: Mich has got a Job, and is Back to Blogging.
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It seems as if my forecast has women and fights splattered all over it. Just as i concluded typing the post "Pooh, Loser!" (On which Jhanvi posted her views here - which were far more rational than most of the ones i have read) i got into another totally pointless arguement as to why i cannot marry her and why i feel that she and i should still talk to each other.
Continuing in the same lines - i had a disagreement with a lady friend on a comment which i passed on someone else about a couple of millenia ago. How she suddenly remembered and why she did it, and the resons as to her getting pissed off to that comment after all these days made as much sense to me as a pair of dingo's kidneys made to Arthur Dent or Ford Prefect or for that matter to anyone else.
Then another friend of mine came to my place to wish me and started off with calling me a Lump of Shit, which i think was not exactly the right way of saying many happy returns of the day and i made it very evident to her that i didnt like it. This fell on totaly deaf ears and she proceeded to carry on with her sentences concocted with the choicest of words, which if narrated would either
a: Give an R rating to my blog or
b: Make you guys think that i was totally spineless to keep hearing such stuff or
c: Both.
Her side of the arugement ended with her giving me 1300 bucks for (in her words) "Rendering all the services". This resulted in me telling her in not so nice words that she couldnt possibly afford my services and even if she did, it would take her and her entire family's life time earnings two or more times over to pay me. (which is as far as Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, from the truth)
And it was just 2:00 in the afternoon.
I braced my self for more, but thankfully, none came and the rest of the afternoon went amazingly well, with my friends (those that remained my friends,that is) an Me talking about everything under the sun, listening to mass music, teen maar music and dancing away to glory.. The evening ended with a loooooong satisfying talk with my cousin (the only one, who matters) from Bremen.
He being a Co-TIFOSI - he conspired with his father to get an Authentic - Blazing Red ferrari flag (bought at the Indianapolis circuit) delivered to my place, but unfortunately, there was a problem with the logistics, and i will have to wait another week, before it can adorn the wall opposite the TV.
The other things which were equally memorable, but in a more memorable sort of a way than the fights were...
1. The Ferrari Flag
2. My Friends P, J and H - conspiring together an getting me a cake to sink a knife into - almost as soons as i woke up.
3. Spending a day with old friends
4. Getting over the mess, with all the fights coming to an end (debatable)
Not necessarily in the above specified order or anyother particular one.
Cause for Celebration: Mich has got a Job, and is Back to Blogging.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
I am an A$$hole...
I had some free time at, so i decided to "stumble upon" a few sites. After a few worthless stumbles i hit upon Fuali.
I took the test, and my results were thus:
Hmmm.... So, off to take the tests ??
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I took the test, and my results were thus:
I AM 37% ASSHOLE/BITCH!  I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me. |
I AM 61% GEEK!  Nerd, Freak, Geek, Dweeb. Sound familiar? That's okay, cause I will be the richest person at my 15th year high school reunion. If a "con" isn't happening that weekend. |
I AM 58% METROSEXUAL!  I am styling. I may have a bunch of fashion sense, but my macho man side leaks out here and there (mainly out my nose, I should buy some nose hair trimmers for Christ’s sake!) |
Hmmm.... So, off to take the tests ??
Friday, July 23, 2004
I liked it...
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Wednesday, July 21, 2004
POOH!, LOSER!
We have had a discussion in our language class, around a month ago about work, men, women, and they way life goes on, and the inescapable of question of who should be (is) on top.
Looking at vardan's post and interpolating with what happened recently, i just wanted to confirm a few things
Men are scared and are women more so?
Scared of what? you'd say.
Scared of breaking the mold, scared of being the odd one out, scared of being the only fish to swim against the stream.
Forget the rhetoric - Scared of CHANGE.
Back to the French Class:
The discussion started off else where, and reached a point where people were debating on who should be on top.
Hemanth and I took up the wrong side saying that, we would love to be stay at home, change diapers, clean the house and all the works - only if our significant others were willing to take up our responsibilities completely.
I pondered over the point, and i was sure that i would definitely like it that way, until a similar proposition was offered to me on a platter.
Forward to right after the proposition was laid on the table:
Now, a frank look at my feelings:
I was Stunned.
I was flattered
I was Overwhelmed
I was euphoric
after i was through with all these general feelings of ecstacy, I just couldn't believe it.
This lady, was asking me to marry her, and promised to give it in writing (on a legal paper, in the presence of an attorney of in which ever way, i wanted it to) that she would take care of my needs, as a man would do with his wife.
But there was a catch. I was to marry her within the Next 30 days or so. (Before 31st Aug, to be precise)
I tried convincing her that it was madness. And only managed to get her royally pissed. And thinking back, it was rightfully so, that she got pissed.
But, why in the world did i disagree? Every thing was settled.
She would take care of me. She is earning more that i do. She has a flat of her own. She has a car of her own. She likes me a lot. She was very candid about, taking my own sweet time to settle, while she would keep the fire in the house alight. She agreed to fund my further studies and other extravagancies if any, and the list goes on. She was even willing to convince my parents to get me married oto her.
Screw you age. She said.
Arguement 1: Parents
My parents are a breed of people who wouldnt bother about things like these as long as our future was secure. Marry a guy or a girl or whomever or whatever you chose to, no issues they say. No problems on that count.
Result: Shot down.
Arguement 2: They would want me to vacate their place as soon as i get engaged or married or become a father - whichever comes first
She has a fully furnished flat. I can live there
Result: Shot Down
Arguement 3: I want to study further
She would provide for it. Incase i had any doubts, she was willing to give it to me on legal paper
Result: Shot Down
Arguement 4: I might be unfaithful and i might stray. [the strongest one]
Her words: "I will give you so much affection that it will be virtually impossible for you to stray. If you do, then there is obviously something wrong with me." "At any rate, i would let it be open. You stray, i stray"
Confidence.
Result: Shot Down (So much for being the strongest)
The result was similar for all the other arguements, and yet, I disagreed.
Why?
Because i was scared about it. Because i was afraid of change. Because i was afraid of not being able to live up to it. And even after all these, I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't trust the deal enough. Is it too good to be true?
We both agreed that there would be disagreements, and otjher conflicts, but then, if we really wanted it, we could make it happen.
Yet, I disagreed.
So much for being macho in the language class.
POOH. POOH. Sucker
I am sure that most men, (or boys, if you prefer to call anyone under 25) would face the same dilemma, if they were in such a situation.
Are women actually stronger? Or are men weaker?
Looking at vardan's post and interpolating with what happened recently, i just wanted to confirm a few things
Men are scared and are women more so?
Scared of what? you'd say.
Scared of breaking the mold, scared of being the odd one out, scared of being the only fish to swim against the stream.
Forget the rhetoric - Scared of CHANGE.
Back to the French Class:
The discussion started off else where, and reached a point where people were debating on who should be on top.
I was stunned. I was Flattered. I was.....
Hemanth and I took up the wrong side saying that, we would love to be stay at home, change diapers, clean the house and all the works - only if our significant others were willing to take up our responsibilities completely.
I pondered over the point, and i was sure that i would definitely like it that way, until a similar proposition was offered to me on a platter.
Forward to right after the proposition was laid on the table:
Now, a frank look at my feelings:
I was Stunned.
I was flattered
I was Overwhelmed
I was euphoric
after i was through with all these general feelings of ecstacy, I just couldn't believe it.
This lady, was asking me to marry her, and promised to give it in writing (on a legal paper, in the presence of an attorney of in which ever way, i wanted it to) that she would take care of my needs, as a man would do with his wife.
But,
Why in the world did i disagree?
But there was a catch. I was to marry her within the Next 30 days or so. (Before 31st Aug, to be precise)
I tried convincing her that it was madness. And only managed to get her royally pissed. And thinking back, it was rightfully so, that she got pissed.
But, why in the world did i disagree? Every thing was settled.
She would take care of me. She is earning more that i do. She has a flat of her own. She has a car of her own. She likes me a lot. She was very candid about, taking my own sweet time to settle, while she would keep the fire in the house alight. She agreed to fund my further studies and other extravagancies if any, and the list goes on. She was even willing to convince my parents to get me married oto her.
Screw you age. She said.
Arguement 1: Parents
My parents are a breed of people who wouldnt bother about things like these as long as our future was secure. Marry a guy or a girl or whomever or whatever you chose to, no issues they say. No problems on that count.
Result: Shot down.
Arguement 2: They would want me to vacate their place as soon as i get engaged or married or become a father - whichever comes first
She has a fully furnished flat. I can live there
Result: Shot Down
Arguement 3: I want to study further
She would provide for it. Incase i had any doubts, she was willing to give it to me on legal paper
Result: Shot Down
Arguement 4: I might be unfaithful and i might stray. [the strongest one]
Her words: "I will give you so much affection that it will be virtually impossible for you to stray. If you do, then there is obviously something wrong with me." "At any rate, i would let it be open. You stray, i stray"
Confidence.
Result: Shot Down (So much for being the strongest)
The result was similar for all the other arguements, and yet, I disagreed.
Why?
Because i was scared about it. Because i was afraid of change. Because i was afraid of not being able to live up to it. And even after all these, I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't trust the deal enough. Is it too good to be true?
We both agreed that there would be disagreements, and otjher conflicts, but then, if we really wanted it, we could make it happen.
Yet, I disagreed.
So much for being macho in the language class.
POOH. POOH. Sucker
I am sure that most men, (or boys, if you prefer to call anyone under 25) would face the same dilemma, if they were in such a situation.
Are women actually stronger? Or are men weaker?
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Blogging for Answers
The past few days have been pretty hectic.
There is one question which has been running at the back of my mind since the time i started working. At first it was just a noiseless walk, then it worked itself to a trot, now, the thought is galloping and the noise is deafening.
How can anyone manage to work for so long, at a single place?
I for one, cannot manage to sustain interest for longer than three months. I have tried everything. After a while, almost all the jobs get monotonous. It is like going to office, work my way through files, assignments, meet some pretty ordinary deadlines and take a pay check at the end of the month. It fails to excite after a couple of months.
I have tried to find an answer to this question, but all the answers were again questions:
is it because i have a compulsive desire to work, and to work only for myself?
is it because i need freedom to make my own choices ?
is it because i hate authority, in all its forms?
is it because of the people around me?
Am I a freak of nature? a Manufacturing defect?
do i posses a mutated human mind that constantly craves for some life-threatening excitement all every point of time?
I cant find an answer, but i seem to have a solution - Working for myself. Setting up something of my own. Doing my thing, my way, as i like it. The world might bloddy well take an eternal vacation.
My full time day job, is total stupidity. They are paying us for doing nothing. Infact a friend of mine remarked that we are being paid to look for a better job, and i couldnt have put it better.
My part-time work, is interesting, lively, and tiring - which i like.
I am planning to make my part time job, into a full time one.
But, there is one dilemma - Once it becomes fulltime - will it just become like anyother job??
No. I H-A-V-E to do something of my own.
There is one question which has been running at the back of my mind since the time i started working. At first it was just a noiseless walk, then it worked itself to a trot, now, the thought is galloping and the noise is deafening.
How can anyone manage to work for so long, at a single place?
I for one, cannot manage to sustain interest for longer than three months. I have tried everything. After a while, almost all the jobs get monotonous. It is like going to office, work my way through files, assignments, meet some pretty ordinary deadlines and take a pay check at the end of the month. It fails to excite after a couple of months.
I have tried to find an answer to this question, but all the answers were again questions:
is it because i have a compulsive desire to work, and to work only for myself?
is it because i need freedom to make my own choices ?
is it because i hate authority, in all its forms?
is it because of the people around me?
Am I a freak of nature? a Manufacturing defect?
do i posses a mutated human mind that constantly craves for some life-threatening excitement all every point of time?
I cant find an answer, but i seem to have a solution - Working for myself. Setting up something of my own. Doing my thing, my way, as i like it. The world might bloddy well take an eternal vacation.
My full time day job, is total stupidity. They are paying us for doing nothing. Infact a friend of mine remarked that we are being paid to look for a better job, and i couldnt have put it better.
My part-time work, is interesting, lively, and tiring - which i like.
I am planning to make my part time job, into a full time one.
But, there is one dilemma - Once it becomes fulltime - will it just become like anyother job??
No. I H-A-V-E to do something of my own.
Any business ideas in the service sector are welcome.
Monday, July 19, 2004
Cleaner?
I Have finally decided, rather uncharacteristically, to a clean, no frills interface.
The Links, the search, tabs, the email subscriptions and all will bew there, but at a later date.
Right now, I have been strapped for time. Thanks to a girl at office, who has caught my fancy. Looks like, i also caught hers. We have been talking on the phone till 2 in the morning, spending more time together in office, than actualy working, and devoting half the time to fighting.
All in all, it seems like good fun. But there are a few nagging problems, which are best left undiscussed and undisclosed.
Right now, we are not talking to each other. And looking at the statistics of the past 50 Days of our interaction, this will last for another 24 hours, before everything is back to normal again.
Another friend of mine, seems to be having some problems with me, and gave me a welcome call, the moment i reached office.
The Call lasted 5 Seconds, and i uttered exactly one and a half syllabi.
The Links, the search, tabs, the email subscriptions and all will bew there, but at a later date.
Right now, I have been strapped for time. Thanks to a girl at office, who has caught my fancy. Looks like, i also caught hers. We have been talking on the phone till 2 in the morning, spending more time together in office, than actualy working, and devoting half the time to fighting.
All in all, it seems like good fun. But there are a few nagging problems, which are best left undiscussed and undisclosed.
Right now, we are not talking to each other. And looking at the statistics of the past 50 Days of our interaction, this will last for another 24 hours, before everything is back to normal again.
Another friend of mine, seems to be having some problems with me, and gave me a welcome call, the moment i reached office.
The Call lasted 5 Seconds, and i uttered exactly one and a half syllabi.
The Call:
Me: Hi!Click.
Caller: Teju, I HaaaTe you.
Me: B....
I will keep you posted.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Reviews Any one?
It has been 4 days since i updated this blog.
Looking at the way things are going, it will be like this for a few days to come.
I am contemplating (still) on buying a digicam. Which i might be using for 6 Months and nothing more, so i was wondering if anyone could throw light on the I Cam (www.enteriworld.com).
"i" has launched a new digi cam (5.5 Mega Pixels) and i guess it is pretty reasonable. It is priced around 10,000 and the features they have packed into it are mind blowing.
So, if any one has any idea on this - the quality of the snaps with the camera and all, please do let me know.
And, dont bother visiting this page every day, till the end of this month, a dosage of twice every week will kepp you informed..
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Looking at the way things are going, it will be like this for a few days to come.
I am contemplating (still) on buying a digicam. Which i might be using for 6 Months and nothing more, so i was wondering if anyone could throw light on the I Cam (www.enteriworld.com).
"i" has launched a new digi cam (5.5 Mega Pixels) and i guess it is pretty reasonable. It is priced around 10,000 and the features they have packed into it are mind blowing.
So, if any one has any idea on this - the quality of the snaps with the camera and all, please do let me know.
And, dont bother visiting this page every day, till the end of this month, a dosage of twice every week will kepp you informed..
Thursday, July 08, 2004
An Ode to bloggers
there will be a time, when sleep takes over.
The mind is numb, fingers dont fly.
The horizon blurs, vision fades, and the darkness starts to envelop.
The the earth stops spinning, the ground shakes, there is thunder and then for a while all is silent.
As sleep takes over, i try to fight it out,
but there is only so much, our will can do against mother nature.
as the true meaning of trying to win a losing battle becomes clear,
i seek asylum at the saviour of the last resort.
The pages open up, the vision re-focuses and sleep is driven away.
The fraternity of bloggers have once again helped me in out waking up sleep, atleast until bedtime.
This to all the bloggers, for composing prose, verse and worse and have kept me awake, in times of great need.
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The mind is numb, fingers dont fly.
The horizon blurs, vision fades, and the darkness starts to envelop.
The the earth stops spinning, the ground shakes, there is thunder and then for a while all is silent.
As sleep takes over, i try to fight it out,
but there is only so much, our will can do against mother nature.
as the true meaning of trying to win a losing battle becomes clear,
i seek asylum at the saviour of the last resort.
The pages open up, the vision re-focuses and sleep is driven away.
The fraternity of bloggers have once again helped me in out waking up sleep, atleast until bedtime.
This to all the bloggers, for composing prose, verse and worse and have kept me awake, in times of great need.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
I thought i taw a putty cat.
I am (was?) feeling unusually chirpy today.
Sang a couple of songs half-way to the top of my voice in office, until a window pane gave up its existence.
Was cracking jokes, fooling around, pulling legs and irritating people like there was no tomorrow, till the director showed up and threatened to make me give up my existence.
Sent around 20 mails to friends and am gettig paid for it. (i was sending mails during the working hours)
Changed my blog a bit, talked over phone, had a nice lunch, went to another office and irritated the dorector there, chatted with our librarian, loafed around, goofed around and i am going to get paid for all this.
Got an opportunity to take up Busniess Communication lectures. For the ICFAI law school. Thanked the principal there for letting the World know that law was no more a profession. But failed to make empathise with my opinion, but succeded in making him have second thoughts about his own. (opinion about me)
Refused to sign the guest faculty register at the Law School. Made the security guy follow me around the whole law school, only to inform him that the lecture wasn't today.
Ate polo. Thought about my Ex. Thought a lot more about my cousin who is in germany.
Didnt think about the deadlines i have to meet.
If they are dead, there is no point in meeting them,i reasoned.
Waiting for more mails so that i can answer them.
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Sang a couple of songs half-way to the top of my voice in office, until a window pane gave up its existence.
Was cracking jokes, fooling around, pulling legs and irritating people like there was no tomorrow, till the director showed up and threatened to make me give up my existence.
Sent around 20 mails to friends and am gettig paid for it. (i was sending mails during the working hours)
Changed my blog a bit, talked over phone, had a nice lunch, went to another office and irritated the dorector there, chatted with our librarian, loafed around, goofed around and i am going to get paid for all this.
Got an opportunity to take up Busniess Communication lectures. For the ICFAI law school. Thanked the principal there for letting the World know that law was no more a profession. But failed to make empathise with my opinion, but succeded in making him have second thoughts about his own. (opinion about me)
Refused to sign the guest faculty register at the Law School. Made the security guy follow me around the whole law school, only to inform him that the lecture wasn't today.
Ate polo. Thought about my Ex. Thought a lot more about my cousin who is in germany.
Didnt think about the deadlines i have to meet.
If they are dead, there is no point in meeting them,i reasoned.
Waiting for more mails so that i can answer them.
Monday, July 05, 2004
Talking Behind the Back
This is a copy of a reply which i sent to a friend of mine
This is all Bakwaas!
i know i shouldnt be saying this behind J's back, but then, since she is not available, i have no other option but to say this.
But before reading, a small discalimer.
Disclaimer:
All the matter typed below may definitely be used for or against me, when in arguement with J. The matter may not be sued when I am arguing with anyone else. The matter that follows may also be repoduced in any form which convery the true essence, to J while cribbing or complaining against me. I will hold myself responsible and if she is open, i will and can talk it out with her.
:::End of disclaimer:::
Yeah, as you said, J always says that she doesnt have a problem, and the way she says it, we (even intelligent life forms like me) tend to believe it to be true.
But the problem is that, it is not true. But again, it has to be remebered that, J, beleives that what she is saying is true, and she herself does not realise that it is not true and that she does indeed get possessive about people.
Now, there is another problem, when she does get possessive (which happens to be a great feeling for people like me, who love people getting possessive about them) she does not make it clear. That is again because she herself is not sure whether or not the possessive feeling is right and that usually never fails to get her into a bad mood.
I guess, she is built like that, and people like you (especially the ones who give advice and usually never seem to be on the receving side, [pun and sarcasm, both intended]) ... i forgot what i was saying...
Whatever it was, that i was saying, the bottom line is that, either you should try and live with it or talk her out of it, or be equaly adamant and wait for her to talk about her being possessive about you (which she never would for the life of you, or me [which i am sure would be comparitively longer], as i have experienced) and ruin (again as what we [Both I an J are at fault]) what could be a most rewarding relationship.
If you were able to make any sense out of it, good for you and thank me. If you dont, please do call me for a more complicated version of the same babble, but this time, without the pain of all the parentheses.
Love,
Teju
P.S: Since I am owning up to talking behind her back, i thought i would put this up as a post in my blog.
End of letter
Start of doubt
What is the plural of Parenthesis?
Parantheses or Paranthesises (Gollum?)
Friday, July 02, 2004
GMail Woes Part II - Mission Unaccessible
And the saga continues. I try every possible method. But in Vain, I am not able to access my GMail Inbox.
I use Moz Firefox 0.9.1. I tired everything, but it refuses to open. The problem is i dont want to accept defeat and switch over to IE.
Part of the reason being that this bloddy @#$%&*!@@ system has IE 5 and i dont want to upgrade to IE 6 or whatever version Bill proposes. I simply hate that poor filthy and patch-ridden excuse for a browser.
Just opening it given you a feeling of sitting without your underpants. I is so damn vulnerable to every signle worm that ever existed, what the friggin [CENSORED].......
Well whatever it is, i am sure that this thing will give problems in IE too. If Moz cant do it, nothing else can.
Does anyone have an(y) idea?
P.S. I have been trying to intergrate "Pop Goes the GMail" with a client, but i seem to get nowhere. If anyone has any idea how to do it, please please tell me.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Gmail Woes
i have been trying like mad, to access my GMail inbox, but it refuses to open. I have tried different system. with the same results.
Any idea why?
Pop goes the GMail tells me that I have 5 New mails. I can preview them, but i am just no able to get to the inbox.
If any one has any idea, do let me know.
Something About GMAIL and something for me
I am hazarding this post, because most of the people whom i know, and read this blog, have a Gmail account by now. While trawling through the web searching for something like Yahoo POP for GMAIL, i found certain links which do just that.
For folks who use mozilla firefox, there is a nifty extension, that tells you the number of unread mails in your GMail in box. This extentsion was created by a guy called Doron.
You can find the blog about GMail notifier here.
You can directly download the extension Here.
There there is another program caled "Pop Goes the GMail" which lets you check gmail emails (a rhyme, again) with Outlook (eeks!), Thunderbird(now, thats a client!) or any other client.
You can find it for download here or here
For Gmail popper you need to have the .net runtimes installed, which you can find here
Okay, that was about GMail.
Now, I need a favour from anyone who can help me. If anyone could get me anything on how banks price their services (strategies and stuff) and the methods they use to calculate their costs, i would be very glad.
I tested my search capabilities to the max, but in vain.
Now, How many "Here"s do i have in Here?
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I am hazarding this post, because most of the people whom i know, and read this blog, have a Gmail account by now. While trawling through the web searching for something like Yahoo POP for GMAIL, i found certain links which do just that.
For folks who use mozilla firefox, there is a nifty extension, that tells you the number of unread mails in your GMail in box. This extentsion was created by a guy called Doron.
You can find the blog about GMail notifier here.
You can directly download the extension Here.
There there is another program caled "Pop Goes the GMail" which lets you check gmail emails (a rhyme, again) with Outlook (eeks!), Thunderbird(now, thats a client!) or any other client.
You can find it for download here or here
For Gmail popper you need to have the .net runtimes installed, which you can find here
Okay, that was about GMail.
Now, I need a favour from anyone who can help me. If anyone could get me anything on how banks price their services (strategies and stuff) and the methods they use to calculate their costs, i would be very glad.
I tested my search capabilities to the max, but in vain.
Now, How many "Here"s do i have in Here?
