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Dear You,

As the haze lifted from my weary eyes, as a new week dawned, I realised that some of the blogs that i thought would make you go hmmm.. went missing from where they are supposed be. Please accept my apologies for this henious crime.

As it stands, time is one thing which still against me, so the mistake will be corrected the moment time swtiches sides.


Until then, you have every right to curse and swear for my negligence.

The same goes for my comments which have been absent from a lot of blogs from a lot of days.

For a short duration,
Negligently yours,
Teju

My friend Hemanth asked me to take a look at a page which he found interesting.

I must say that it was amazing. The text has been reproduced below.


Ode to the Nice Guys

This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

After a lot of trying and searching, I am back to normal - I am living, that is

Whether the situation will progress from here or whether it will degenerate, but as of now, I finally find time to breathe look around and waste some time

The whole problem with the world is that, thing; everywhere get boring after a short while - When god or nature or whoever created a world, they somehow managed to forget to put in a refresh button - I guess they were assisted by the Linux team

Little wonder that the Ctrl+Alt+Del combo is missing

So, there are no restarting, no refreshing - The world just goes on no crashed, no BSODs - No wonder that Gates is making money by introducing the fun element of crashes and reboots So, now you know why, Gates and not google is closer to god

There is an interesting theory - Courtesy H2G2

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable

There is another which states that this has already happened

What this theory says is that, the basic characteristic of the universe is that it is Bizarre and Inexplicable - But, something which is bizarre and inexplicable should also be interesting - In my case, it doesn’t seem to be so

As time wears on, I feel that this is getting more and more routine for me but more and more interesting for my friends

Some people with curious affliction with even curious names which rhyme with deltoid and keloid have insanely hilarious interactions with neighbours from heaven, hell and somewhere in between, while the others are blissful about people becoming health conscious, when they are actually not

The list goes on - But, the point is that I done have a point to make

I am just pointless, or is it the world that is pointless?

No, all of you, who have come this far will realise that this whole post was pointless

"Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two seperate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation, a desire that extends to an infinite number of women, but in the desire for shared sleep, a desire limited to one woman."

Unbearable Lightness of Being -
Milan Kundera

After hearing so many complaints about people not being able to post Comments. People getting bored of logging in, and comments not loading, I finally find time to include a comments and track back thingy.

Those where the days when blogger did not have a comments option. Now,
I dusted the old code and put it back in my blog.

Dreamsnm and Rage, Hope this satisfies you.

Nothing to write.
The Mind is in a state of flux.
All I think is static.
Time stopped.
I got a Mail. Then I got another.
I got a call. Then I got an SMS. Thoughts still don't flow.
Seen a new blog. Lady seems talented.
Nice lines of verse. Still no thoughts.
It just might be another temporary block.

This is the only thing that registered:

A broad expanse of smooth, water-filmed sand
stretches from a grass-line
on the left
to uneven froth of dying waves
on the right;
from tips of your toes to the horizon;
from the side of your vision,
across the nose and off
into the distance.

Behind you, a dual line of wandering footprints
Are the only sign that someone has walked this beach.
Leaving clues of size, shoes and speed
But no glimmer of purpose, achievement
or personality.

And soon the tide will remove even this.
As though no one came this way or went that direction.

Leave more than footprints.

- David C. Nelson

Yesterday, I mistakenly said that Money was the greatest leveler.

I am truly sorry.

Traffic Lights are the greatest levelers.

It is a way of saying:

Here is where everyone stops. Everyone.

Today I realised that,

Defence is the best form of offence.

Sometimes people can be disgustingly cheap.

People will go to any length just to prove a point that need not be proved.

Death is not the greatest leveler, money is.

Beauty might be skin deep, but it gets you to a lot of places

There are actually a lot of people who think i am intelligent and a very very good person

One should never trust computers.


Current Read:

Rating: Awesome

I am still busy, but somehow, i just had to post this.

Recently, there was a debate about beauty in Orkut. It is not the first time that someone did this, nor is it unique in anyway, but i felt that i had to say something about it...

If my experience counts for anything, i must say that, beauty will take you only so far as the first meeting.

You might want to talk to a good looking person, but after talking if you feel that the person has got no brains at all, or if you find that the person can be listed first in the list of greatest hypocrites of all time - then you wouldnt want to meet that person again.

Or an average looking person might be the most charming person you have ever met, and that person will automatically start looking good....

And if beauty and the other things go together, then there is nothing like it.

But then, beauty is definitely only skin deep. It works till you open your mouth, but after that, it is the furniture in the top floor that counts.

Sitting at office and mulling over an unmeetable deadline, is driving me nuts..

Not because of the fact that I wont be able to meet it, but because I will have to try and meet it, which means i will have to sit my ass in from of this dumb terminal and do something about it.

I decided that enough is enough, and added this image as a background, just for the heck of it. You can see the results splattered all over the page.

And there is also and Rate Me, thing which I added, so that you can make me even more depressed than I am now.

That is about it.

Why isn't anyone updating their blogs?

23?, It has been a week.

It has been a week since i turned 23, and as i was looking back at the week, i noticed two things.

1. It was a pretty eventful week
2. it was not an eventful week

The reason for it being eventful becomes evident once you read the previous posts. Well, good or bad, it was eventful.

The reason for it not being eventful is because, i did nothing. Absolutely nothing. Zilch. Zero.

I plan to do something big, really, really big by the time i am 30. And what am i doing towards that end, other than warming my but on a pillow provided by my parents money and typing out this blog?

Again, Nothing.

I have resolved to do something, and I am going to start off by the first of September.

First thing is to decide whether I am going to continue in this job or not. Once that is decided, the course becomes clear. So guys, wish me luck...

I am 23 years and a week old. I have 6 Years and 51 weeks to go, and counting...

I am, But Will I be?