Vikistuff........

Book shelf ..

2012-01-05T20:28:00.001+05:30

Show case at our new house put to better use as a book shelf.

Beverage analogy

2011-11-07T06:52:00.001+05:30

As analogies go.. here's one

Mysore : cofee :: Bangalore:beer.

It makes perfect sense.

Mysore is homely, warm, refreshing and the first thing you'd want in the morning. Bangalore is cold, bitter and preferred after the sun goes down.

And When you have had more of Bangalore than you can possibly hope to handle, nothing gets you back to a state of sobriety like a fresh ,steaming hot cup of Mysore.

P.s I have a suspicion that this might just be my Bangalore goggles talking.

The Facebook Trap

2011-04-16T17:34:00.000+05:30

So you are at office or home . You are bored and have got nothing better to do .

Facebook !! That ought to do away with your boredom ..... right ?

Welcome to the first step of the Facebook trap .

You log in .
You check if you have any new friend requests or notifications .
See who's birthday it is and scrawl a "Happy birthday !! :) " on their wall .
See what the cute gal/guy who you are currently stalking is up to .
Wade through the news feed to find something remotely interesting .
Ignore people who ping you . You don't want to be chatting with people who are more jobless than you.
Rummage through the newest album your footloose friend has put up , wondering when it'll be your turn .
Wade through some more worthless info ..... .
Sprinkle Facebook with a couple of well judged likes and witty comments.
5 more minutes of this and you are officially sick of Facebook .
Yell "Damn Facebook !!" in your mind and log off , with your boredom now bordering mild depression.

And an hour later , You login and repeat . . . . . . .

The Past week.....

2010-08-23T00:20:00.000+05:30

Okay, so the last one week has been one helluva ride.

I've learned some stuff , pretty deep and profound stuff.

A single phone call can change your life.
People hate helmets so much, they've stopped stealing them now.
There ARE such things as Pink Elephants.
A slow bus to mysore isnt neccesarily a bad thing.
A human hand is a marvel of nature's engineering and a thing of beauty
I got 75/100 in VHDL , 6th semester.
Its a small small world. Mysore happens to be smaller.
It is possible to stand in the rain and not feel wet.
and lastly and most importantly , Big Brother is watching. ;)

Crazy 4 months

2010-02-05T15:30:00.000+05:30

The Past 4 months have been , well how do I put it....CRAZY!!...:D I guess thats expected when 5 guys like us under one roof.
I was thinking the other day , our everday life could be a Sienfeld like sitcom ... and If it were, here would be the first few episodes.

The You Tube challenge
Catch that train.
Happy New Year.
The Italian job
Suds on the roof.
The " How High are you? " chart
OLA ola ola

P.s " Suds on the roof" could span 2-3 episodes content wise....;)

Teacher's day gift

2009-09-06T10:25:00.000+05:30

My mum Recieved this purse as a gift for teacher's day .Whats special about this purse ( vanity bag or whatever ) is that it was hand made by a 5th std girl student... It blew me away...When i was in 5th standard I didnt even know how to iron my clothes.

What normal people do....

2009-08-27T19:59:00.000+05:30

I am currently reading Paulo Coelho's,"Winner Stands Alone". Although i'm not finding the book enjoyable, there are certain lists scattered all over the book that are pretty interesting.

Here's a (abridged)list which entails "What normal people do".....

1.Waking up each morning to a hysterical alarm clock on the bedside table.
2.Spending years studying at university only to find at the end of it all the you are unemployable.
3.Eating three times a day even if you're not hungry.
4.Always saying 'I tried', when you didnt really try at all.
5.Avoiding depression with large doses of Television.
6.Wearing a scrap of coloured cloth around your neck , even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of 'tie'.
7. Standing facing the door in a lift and pretending you're the only person there, regardless of how crowded it is.
7.Never laughing loudly in a restaurant however good the joke.
8.Comparing objects like cars, houses,clothes, and defining life according to those comparisons,instead of trying to discover the real reason for being alive.
9.Postponing doing the really interesting things in life for later, when you wont have the energy.( Personal favourite....)
10.Assuming,as you grow older, that you're the gaurdian of the world's wisdom,even if you havent necessarily lived enough to know what's right and wrong.
11.Retiring and discovering that you no longer have the energy to enjoy life and dying a few years later of sheer boredom.(last one's a bit depressing....;) )

Busted.........

2009-05-23T21:19:00.000+05:30

I chose the wrong day not to wear my helmet.
Me and my friends had been to Yedmuri in the after noon and since it was still around 5 when we came back, we decided to go to betta. There were traffic police everywhere and I had to resort to gully routes to avoid them.Betta was the last place I was expecting the police.But they were there , near the entrance with that infernal interceptor and I got BUSTED!!

As usual I was asked to show my DL, insurance etc etc all of which I had .I was also asked where I was from , where I'd been .....the usual police small talk and was told to pay up 100Rs as a fine for "not wearing helmet". My friend Sridhar ,however was contemplating whether a 50rs "unofficial" fine would do. The policeman insisted that we pay the full 100Rs , which we did in the end . The Police guy finally tore the receipt , handed it over along with my DL and said " ಇವಾಗ ಮೈಸೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದ್ ದಿನ ಇಡೀ ಸುತ್ತು ಹೆಲ್ಮೆಟ್ ಇಲ್ದೆ " , with a flicker of a smile.
So , later in the evening ,when we went to this Gobi place in tonachi koppal , I was of course not wearing my helmet.I mean, why would I ? I already had my license NOT to wear one.The recite in my pocket now made me completely invulnerable against all police helmet checks ...just for the day. No traffic police in the whole of Mysore could now ask me why I wasn't wearing my helmet, or punish me for it. .Unfortunately , I didn't get caught again today. Must be Murphy's helmet law or something ;).

The Kannadiga Doctor.......

2009-04-11T08:54:00.000+05:30

I was having breakfast this morning, half of my mind concentrating on the dosa on my plate, the other half listening to some doctor on ETV Kannada.

A minute later I began to realize that I was having trouble understanding the doctor.The reason being, he was talking in pure Kannada. Pure as in, not using any English words in between.
5 more minutes of his speech didn't bring in any English words except a couple of 'Diabetes' thrown here and there. I must say, many of the words , I was hearing them for the first time in my life.
So after 10 minutes of listening to the doc, I could summarize that he was a podiatrist, and was talking about cracked feet. he he.....
My aunt ,with whom I was watching the program, was impressed with the doctor's Kannada prowess. Me, not so much..... Isn't communicating your thoughts ,precisely, in a simple understandable manner more important than this language puritanism, especially for a doctor?

The unlikely jogging companion....

2009-04-05T18:26:00.000+05:30

My everyday ritual of jogging at 5 in the morning was interrupted today , thanks to my sheer inability to get out of bed, and it being a Sunday and all decided to give the jog a holiday.
So Keshav (my usual jogging companion) messaged me at around 4 in the afternoon , asking if I wanted to jog.It was way too sunny , so we decided to go at 6 in the evening.
Twas soon 6 and i got into my shoes and headed towards Keshav's place.As I was walking,something brushed against my legs.Freaking out, I looked down to find a very small, rather ugly looking , over enthusiastic pup. It was jumping up and down and god knows what it was thinking, but it decided "Hey, I'm going to follow this guy around for a while". And boy did it follow me .........
Soon, Keshav and me were in full jog mode running on the Vishwa manava Double road , with little Chintoo (oh, yeah....the name springed up into my head the moment I saw the dog) right behind me. I was under the impression that chintoo would soon tire off and i would be left free to do my jog without the constant fear of trampling the poor thing, or even worse ,see it get hit by a car. But nope, it was always a couple of paces behind me ,always in my blindspot.
We'd covered around 1 KM by now.And wanting to lose the dog, we sprinted, took a left turn, headed towards tama's place.There was no stopping this dog though.It followed me there too. Maybe it had got my scent or something.
Anyway Tama not being home, we headed towards my place.
"Thats it...." , I thought. This dog would follow me home and then I'd have feed it , look after it , get yelled at when it went and bit someone :D.Then it'd hav a dozen kids of its own , and dozen chintoo's running behind me everyday.......:D..

Well, it was not to be. There was a construction site near by , and there was this black cat. chintoo saw the cat and ran after it.Seizing the opportunity , we sprinted like hell until we'd put a pretty good distance bw ourselves and the dog.
I looked behind once again, for what felt like the 100 Th time.There was no chintoo running behind me. I had done everything I could possibly think of to get rid of the dog, still I felt a tinge of sadness ,a feeling of being ditched in fact. :). The dog chose a damn cat over me!.....geez, i would've understood if it'd chosen a shapely looking Pomeranian , or at least another dog, but a CAT?? ......
So long for chintoo the jogging dog, hope I dont run into a jogging cow tomorrow........:P

What would Jesus do???

2009-03-15T13:38:00.000+05:30

I recently decided to try out the Bible , ya.....thats right, the HOLY bible......

Now as I was reading,I noticed that Jesus spoke in parables ,while addressing people. He would later explain these parables in detail to his disciples.I wondered why not just say what he meant? Why play this parable game?....But just then , I came across this paragraph

Mark 4, 10-12
"When he was alone, the Twelve and others who were around
him questioned him about the parables.He replied,' To you the secret
of the kingdom of God has been given; but to those who are outside everything
comes by way of parable, so that they may look and look, but see nothing; thy hear and hear but understand nothing;other-wise they might turn to God and be forgiven"

Well, I wont comment on what I thought about the passage,for I'm not a religious kind of person. But If I were, I'd be pretty much pissed........;)

Tadiyandamol.....

2009-03-14T14:59:00.000+05:30

Tadiyandamol literally translates to "Highest point".It is the highest peak in Kodagu and the second highest in Karnataka.Its around 40 kms from Madkeri, 35 or so from Virajpet on the way to Bhagamandala.So my friends and I, decided to check it out. The Initial plan was to get as far as possible with our bikes, and then go trekking.

After visiting the Nalkunad palace at the mountain's base , we set off for the mountain.I'm not sure how far our bikes carried us , my guess is
around an hour of trek.Then terrain got too treacherous and we had to go by
foot.Two of my friends refused to go any further because one of
them was starting to catch a cold and wasn't feeling very well.So my friend Bharath and I decided to trek a little further, until we got to a nice view point , get some pics and then return back.
We trekked for around an hour, the two of us.The trek wasnt very difficult, It was more like a walk than a trek to be honest.There we met a guy, a local villager
I guess, who told us that the peak was just 3-4 hrs of trek away from that point .Tempting as it was ,we had to get to talkaveri before 6 o' clock ,and besides we couldn't just desert our friends down there, so we decided to head back.

I felt a little regretful leaving the place, without actually reaching the peak.
So, I've promised myself to trek all the way to the top the next time I'm in Kodagu.
So ,until then ..........

P.s -here's pic from the highest point we got to....

GOD works like CAKE!.....

2009-02-21T07:57:00.000+05:30

My 3 friends,GB, nishchai, nishant and me had gone on a freak trip the other day. A freak trip is one where nothing is planned in advance, you have no idea where you're going, or whether you have enough resources to get there.
An interesting event happened when we were at the Gopalswamy betta.
We got there at around 3:00 in the afternoon. The temple was closed and we were told it would open in about half an hour.So, we decided to roam around till then.
The time was 3:45 , it was scorching hot, we hadn't had a bite to eat since break fast, so all of us were a bit irritable.We decide to see if the temple was open. Thankfully, it was.
As if sensing our gloomy mood, GB said "hey, I think they offer prasada after the pooja..." .
I have to admit, that cheered us up a bit.
So now it was time for waiting. The poojari was doing his thing, reciting tamil stotras , doing arathis etc etc ,this went on for half an hour.Then he gave us all thirthas , it was very cold and fragrant .I didnt drink it however, I just dont drink water which has flown over 700 yr old statues which are cleaned once every 500 yrs .
So now we are sittin in the temple waiting for prasadam. 15 min later however it finally dawns on us that no prasadam is coming our way. We get up and head down the temple steps.We're all pretty tired , hungry and thirsty.Having had enough, Nischai blurts out " Dude, there's no GOD!....".
I didnt say it out loud but in my mind I was agreeing with him. GB retorts "Hey, how can you say that....., of course there's GOD...". They went on like this for a couple of minutes. I chose to keep quite.No point arguing about matters of God, there'll never be consensus.
There's a bore well at the base of the temple, I pumped it, GB had his fill. Then he started walking towards his bike. Out of nowhere ,a girl started walking towards GB.She was all dressed up, was pretty nice lookin and as an added bonus was carrying a plate with a few pieces of cake.
She offered him a piece , he took one piece ,they exchanged a few words I couldn't hear and both went on their way.
There were still some pieces of cake on that plate, and perhaps she'd come this way and offer us a piece too. But fate should have it......she went towards a taxi driver and his pals and gave THEM all the pieces. Damn,..... I had seen the taxi driver and his pals havin a nice lunch half an hour ago. That cake was morally ours, the voice in my head was screaming is protest , even my stomach agreed with the voice in my head.
And now she started walking toward us. She came near the bore well , probably to wash the plate (which once contained my cakes),and said "Hi, today is my birthday, sorry I'm all out of cake". Ya...., well, I was sorry too. After greeting her a half arsed "happy birthday", I decided it was time to leave. We went near the bike where GB was sittin, he was still lickin his fingers and had a faint smile on his face. I turned to Nishchai and said "See!, this is what happens when you don't believe in GOD !!"
Maybe it was the heat, our low blood sugar, or our sheer stupidity ,we all started laughin like hell.Once we were all capable of standing on both our feet without bumping into each other, we got on with our freak trip.

The forsaken note

2009-02-16T18:41:00.000+05:30

Ever have a bad currency note in your wallet that never seems to get accepted anywhere? Well, I have one such note. Its a 50 Rs currency bill,with the words "chetan" written on it, torn at the centreand repaired using cello-tape.Where it came from?, how it ended up in my wallet?,who the cello-tape
repair guy was?, I dunno. All I know is that the note isnt worth the paper its printed on and I cant seem to get rid of it..

Whats happening now is, every time I'v to pay up ,this bad note comes to my mind.I try to pass it off. But damn it, everyone so far has rejected it.Here's an example ."Ah, sir,This note wont go..." , and I'm like "Oh, Is that so? I'm so sorry...I'll give you another note."

Of course I could just give it to the banks when they take in the soiled notes and stuff.But, this would be like accepting defeat.How ? you ask.......its simple. You see , the bad note transaction starts with the cello-tape guy(this is the genius who"repaired" the note), who passed it off to a stupider guy.This stupid guy passes it off to the next stupider guy and so on. So,whats bothering me is ,I somehow ended up with the note and I cant find my stupider guy....This is unacceptable.Giving this note to the banks would mean that I give up, that I am unable to find a person more stupid than me, this I cannot live with.So until I find that special somebody, the note stays!.........

One of those days........

2009-02-03T14:43:00.000+05:30

Its again one of those days with nothing to do,but sit around the house, watching TV, replying to those occasional phone calls and messages,roaming around the house scanning for stuff to eat, taunting the neighbor's dog just for the hell of it ,opening the door for those infernal salesmen,making plans to get out of the house in the evenin. Ya, I'm getting pretty bored ,doing all of this.
Those VTU guys gave us too much holidays this time, too much of the good thing I suppose and I cant believe I'm saying this but I'm glad college is starting in a couple of days. At least now I can do all the nothings at the college........

GIVE ME A SIGN........

2009-01-16T20:26:00.000+05:30

This sign reminds me of the novel Catcher in the rye .
Holden Caulfield goes to his sister's school and finds the F word written everywhere . He even tries to rub'em out . And then imagines it would take a million years for him to rub out all such signs.
By the way , this sign happens to be just 2 crosses away from my sister's school , co-incidental , i thought.....

Pictorial cancellation.....

2009-01-12T21:15:00.000+05:30

This is the sign put up on that Big Tree in the middle of Somnathpur temple.
Frankly, I didn't get it, I raked my brains , still didnt come up with anything.........pictorial cancellation??? what in the world is that?

Workshop....

2009-01-09T15:55:00.000+05:30

We all remember the workshop right? That filthy, greasy, funny smelling
place all of us went once a week and busted our asses over two pieces
of metal which refused to fit together no matter what.

The truth be told , I never busted my ass in the workshop once, never worked
on anything, dont ever remember producing so much as a drop of sweat.

The thing is,I had discovered to my advantage,that my uncle's friend worked
in a workshop. So all I had to do ,was to get on the good side of my uncle and
get my work done at his friend's place.A couple of visits to my uncle's place did the job.Soon,I was shipping my work pieces to my uncle, and him to his friend.Some people may call this cheating, I prefer to call it"Outsourcing".

So every lab, I'd take my work pieces , clamp them to the vice , keep
a file in my hand just to please the attenders and chat with the sweating guys around me. All of a sudden, workshop was my favourite time of the week.
"Work"....ha, it was for the lesser mortals.

Every thing was going perfect and just when you think you've got it made ,
fate has a way of saying "Na, I don't think so..".Fate came in form of my uncle taking an urgent trip to some place.The worst part was ,he still hadn't returned the pieces to me , and I was supposed to submit them the next day.So i had two options now .
Option 1# I would go to the workshop the next day, and pretend to have forgotten about the pieces .
Option 2# I would take my friend's pieces, pretend they were mine and tell them i need more time to finish.

I didn't know what I was thinking and I went with option2.

During submission,the lecturer looked at my pieces, and said "You still need to do a lot of work on it".I said that I would come in for extra classes and finish the work no matter what. I was lying of course, for one thing ,those pieces weren't even mine!.Anyway,he bought my story and told me to submit it the next week.
Phew!! I was relieved. My Uncle eventually came back and I got the damn pieces back.But to my utter disappointment the two pieces fit together perfectly!.Ordinarily,this would've been a good thing, but this was no ordinary situation! I needed my pieces to be ,well,'less' than perfect. . I didn't want to attract all sorts of unwanted attention with a perfect fit. So,now I had a job of making the pieces look more believable.

Its truly amazing how your brain works when you'v got to get out of trouble . It goes into a overdrive and you come up with solutions your "out of trouble brain" would never even have dreamt about.
So I allow the pieces to rust for 2 full days,drop them from the top of my house 4 times. Dip them in mud and sand, grease them...etc etc...to get them all mangled up.

Finally it was submission day, and I submit my pieces to this lecturer. The lecturer takes my pieces and utters the very words i'v been dreading .. "Did you do this?". After all that work i'd put in, to make it look more believable , I as good as did it. So i say "Yes sir,...of course"."Of course",I had to say of course.
The lecturer then asks "When did you make this?". Hmm, i wasn't prepared for
this line of questioning.What does he care when I did it ?? So ,I pick a random day of the week and blurt out "Thursday , sir.." .
All of a sudden,he has a smile on his face. I don't get it.Why the hell is he smiling?...Does he know...?
...Na...maybe he remembered a joke or something....ya, thats it ....nothing to worry about...
Then,his smile disappears,he stands up,looks at me and starts yelling "You are Lying!, You've got this done outside and I know it. And Thursday happened to be a national holiday!"
OK, thats it... i'm done for...., i'm finished...i'm a dead guy.
Desperate, I start weighing my options.Options...what options?? I got no options........
As if he was reading my mind,the lect goes "Look ,here are your options , Admit the truth and i'll let the issue go.Lie again and i'm reporting you to the HOD!".
Hmm, some options ,eh?... So,I decide to come clean."Sir,I got this made outside,I'm sorry". I was going to add in,"This will never happen again" and stuff like that , but it being the last day and all, it seemed foolish to say it.
So,he didn't say anything.He took my pieces,marked them submitted . And when the HOD did come,he didn't breath a word about it.He kept up his end of the deal, which i was grateful for.
So,after all this, have I learnt something?Has it changed the way I think and see the world?And if I could repeat it again would I have done things differently?
.
.
.
.
Ya , Of course , I'd have made sure not to pick the Thursday.

Incredible India ?.....

2009-01-07T21:52:00.000+05:30

I was near Ballal circle and it being a hot day , was feeling awfully thirsty.
So I went down to the coconut guy nearby to have a nice drink. When I got there,there were already 2 Foriegners having a drink. I chose my coconut and began drinking.
By this time the two foreigners were done with theirs.The coconut guy charged them a whopping 100Rs! 50 rs per coconut! .The duo paid up and went on their way .
When I was done with my drink,I asked the coconut guy how much I owed him. He said 12 Rs . I paid up and then asked him how much he took from the foreigners. With a crooked smile he said "100Rs" and added "They have lots of money , let them pay." I laughed and went on my way.
I know what you are thinking ,maybe I should have said something.Maybe I should have stopped the coconut guy from charging such an exorbitant amount.Well,guess I didn't do anything.Reason?... Besides the fact that I make it a point
not to argue with machete wielding coconut Walas , these foreigners are pretty much being looted anyway z,why let this guy miss out,eh?.I mean every one is out to get their money. Even our government does it. The entrance fee at almost all the tourist places are pretty high.They figure, if this guy has enough money to travel from one country to another ,why not charge him extra?Every where they go , they're being robbed blind.
.
So, Incredible India?? I dont think so......

Sunday,Monday,Tuesday.......

2008-12-29T18:25:00.000+05:30

We had a visitor today, it was a friend of my mom's and her 2 yr old son.
I'v noticed a thing with two year old mums . They simply cant stop showing off their sons or daughters . All they want to do is to declare to the world that their child is a genius of the greatest order.
So she asked his son , "Monday , Tuesday Helappa....." .
The kid is like supremely unconcerned with the world around him , and only after 10 minutes of persuasion does he get ready to amaze us with his other worldly knowledge. He begins "Sunday" .Mom goes "Hu". "Monday". "Hu...Ameley...." ,"Tuesday"...,"good, ameley"
Then the kid does some serious thinking and says " Saturday ".
BHAM!! everyone in the room went into a burst of laughter , including me.He even repeats the same thing 2 or 3 times to add to the humour of it. Even after 10 min the kids mom was still busy teaching him its not saturday but Wednesday. Honestly , come on . If I had my way , i'd tell the lady to let it go and let the kid chill out a bit. I mean its not like the world's survival depends on his "days of the week" skill.
I mean no one knows what someone can become in the future , there's no need to prove your or your child's smartness to anyone. One thing though, if that kid stood for prime minister, my vote would surely be for him , imagine . . . Sunday, Monday, Tuesday , and then a Saturday :D.

One Laptop Per Child.....

2008-12-27T19:59:00.000+05:30

This laptop is the XO -1. It is an inexpensive laptop intended to be distributed to children in developing nations. It was developed by OLPC , a non-profit organization and are designed for sale to government educational systems which can distribute them to its school going children.Each one costs approximately 100$ each which is relatively inexpensive.

There's also scheme (presently available in USA only) called Give 1 , Get 1 . Where you can buy an XO for 399$ and an identical XO gets shipped to a child in a developing nation.

Now I know what you're thinking.You maybe thinking "Isn't giving a laptop to a child ,who is uncertain of getting his next meal , who doesn't have a source of clean drinking water , electricity , or shelter , a bit of a overkill?? " .When there are so many other problems , why should this be a priority?
Well, it should be a priority because what a XO can give is something more than just a laptop , what is gives is education .You simply cant stop education until all the other problems are taken care of . Problems must be tackled simultaneously .Besides, education is perhaps the only solution to the other problems anyway.
So, when I finally have a job, I've made up my mind to purchase a XO , and perhaps persuade a few more to do the same . What i reckon is , every XO changes the life of a child somewhere . Every such a child can potentially change the world. So lets do our bit to change it for the good :) .

Things dont always work out...........

2008-12-25T16:43:00.000+05:30

15 th December 2008 ,it was the day the Richard M.Stallman(RMS)
was supposed to come to our college to give a lecture on free
software.
The lecture was everything i expected and more.( check out http://www.fsf.org/blogs/rms/)
After the lecture I approached Mr Stallman and asked if it'd be
OK if I took a pic. He took a bite at the biscuit in his hand
smiled and said "Sure , why not?". So i got my cell out, and was about
to take the pic when i saw something in the frame which was the last thing
in the world i wanted to see . It was our idiot lecturer TRM, he had slid next to RMS.
. I simply loathe TRM, the very sight of him make me wanna puke my guts out.So having no other choice , took the pic , making a mental note to crop out the uninvited
bastard out of the pic at the first chance i got.
I didnt crop out the photo .Well, i
figured , the photo was a very unusual photo. I mean, never in my wildest dreams
would i have thought of RMS and TRM standing side by side like equals (believe me , they're not) posing for me. This photo represented something more , a deeper meaning if you
will , that with everything you want that you get , you'll probably end up with things you could
do without too.

P.S Thats TRM , the idiot standing next to Stallman , He's asked me to mail him a copy of the pic, may be i can get some extra marks from him next semester.......:P

A must have software......

2008-12-13T14:30:00.000+05:30

Remember all those times you wanted to
download a movie , but couldn't get yourself
up at 2 0 clock in the morning to turn the comp on?
Well, here's a software(which my cousin suggested..)
that might solve the problem.
http://wareseeker.com/System/auto-power-on-and-shut-down-2.05.zip/399709
(ya, its a shareware but come on, who gives a @#$% as long as it works)
Its basically a scheduler. But it can turn ON the PC even while Hibernating.
This is how I've scheduled it
2:00 AM - Power on
2:10 AM - launch Program (utorrent is the torrent manager i use....)
8:00 AM - Hibernate
Just remember to hibernate the PC while you go to sleep ...
That's it and you're good to go.....
You can of course do other things with it ,like making your comp sing you a
good morning song everyday at 6 o clock if it makes you feel any good..:P.......

Life just gave me a 1 up.........

2008-12-02T15:31:00.000+05:30

For those who hav played mario when you were small(rest of you, junk yer brains....:P)
you'll know that a 1 up is an extra life .

So ,
I was heading to my friend's house at around 2:30 today on ma bike. Near the park behind vidya vardhaka school , a guy on a bike rammed into me .The impact was on my front wheel and was I was thrown off my bike . My head hit the road with a loud BANG!!. The helmet saved my life, i'd have been a goner otherwise. Must'v rolled a good 10 - 15 feet before stopping. I got up , was a little dizzy, my head hurt a bit , some scratches here and there , but other than that nothin serious.. My bike got pretty smashed up though .
oh , yeah .....and the idiot who rammed into me escaped unhurt as well.
So, What i really wanted to convey is .......
the next time you decide not to wear a helmet while going out, give yourself a nice smack in the head and put the
damn thing on anyway....saves lives it does.

Feeling Rebellious...........

2008-11-30T13:11:00.000+05:30

You dont need to travel to the depths of hell to find the DEVIL.

The devil is here, in every one of our hearts...............
He's the one who makes us not wanna exercise, or go to work. or tell the truth....................

He's the little voice that says "SCREW YOU!!!!" to the people you hate..............;)
- Tenecious D

Hagar the Horrible

2008-11-28T10:14:00.001+05:30

One of my favorite
comic strips.....HAGAR THE HORRIBLE drawn in GIMP(which totally rocks by the way!!! :D)......