My Fav-- among the Calvin n Hobbes...

My stories can get pointless too...

When my mom starts with how things were in the good ol' days, I would wonder, did the years just slip past her...But today i realized that, poor thing must have felt a little overwhelmed at how fast life moves.Do we all get stuck in the same rut and refuse to move on with life.

Today I am very comfortable using a laptop... an ordinary one.. but put an Ipod in front of me...yeah I had an Ipod for approximately 30 days.

On the day it arrived, I was at work and all my colleagues called me the techie freak, and the gadget queen...I had just managed to figure out my digital camera. They all came over and ooohed and aahhhed over my video Ipod.. It was a proud me standing in front of my desk on which i had gingerely placed the black Ipod, so as to avoid getting it scratched. come 5:00 p.m , i was ready to go home ipod and all...so we reach home where I started my experimenting on it..
the first step was to install itunes..ahhh see that was not difficult because it was as simple as 1 2 3 : inserting the CD in my laptop--which i knew to work and install the software.

Once I got that done.. I felt very geeky... I was one step closer to listening to my songs on the go . Step 2 : port the songs to the ipod. I figured it should be as easy as plug and play...so that's what I did.. plugged in the Ipod and dragged and dropped the songs from my folder to the hard drive..(I was good to go...and I kept the ipod to charge) and got to bed with dreams of rocking like the cool punk kid who sat on the train next to me, with earphones stuck in his head and rock blasting at a volume that would have woken the dead. My dreams were all about how I got to show off my latest and funkiest ,maximum memory sized BLACK IPOD.

Next day morning, I got into the train and reached for my Ipod as I sat next to this kid... I could feel the kid's awwwww at the side of my neck as he craned to check my Ipod out. With a nonchalant attitude, I plugged my earphones in and the catastrophe striked... my menu didntshow any songs.. I turned the wheel right and I turned the wheel left.. then i turned it up and down again...and I pushed it...no use. The kid's awww turned to a smirk...

I resolved to go and figure out how to work my ipod. So I googled the google on the subject "Ipod for dummies" . Finally i got a document that lists out what I must do. So started working on that.. and tried creating albums. as soon as one album was created, the one i had created previously would mysteriously dissappear. the songs from one album would get into the new album. Finally i got the albums right.. now came creating playlist...i was ready to tear my hair out.. but was resisting the impulse, considering that the damage was going to be inflicted naturally anyway.

Finally I called Pratman and asked him how he did it... I guess even he had not figured it out (he got his ages before i got mine), since he gave me some vague answer... basically told me to do something that I allready knew. Realizing that he could hardly be of any help, I decided to hit the" Ipod for dummies "again.
I finally got my ipod configured 4 days after I got it. and then a month later of competing with the punk kid, as to the loudness of our respective pods, much to the disdain of the other passengers on the train, I gave my ipod up to my brother.
I was ready to smirk at how he was going to configure it ...he was at the computer faster than lightning and he had his own personal Itunes , playlist, albums and had also ported songs from mine in no time on the Ipod.....

So I guess we all have pointless stories at one point of life... it's when we find the right audience to tell these stories too, that we stop realizing how pointless they actually are...(to us not to our audience) and to some of us, who havent been blessed with that audience yet... we choose to force our readers to go through the pointless story..

Adios...

Today morning I was having dysania

My vocab has been on a deteriorating run ever since I reached the USA. I figured that abbreviations and chat lingo pretty much conveyed what I wanted to say. My conversations and writings would be amply scattered with words like 'urw', 'btw', 'gtg' ,'ttyl' ,'nm' or replaced sometimes by 'nvm' , 'np' ,'tc' .
For those who think I am rambling on... please start chatting immediately and you will be using these within no time.

This serious impairment to my vocabulary( rest assured people... I am referring to a dictionary while writing this) took its toll on me, when I found it difficult to write a simple office mail, without resorting to these abbreviations. My conversations were sprinkled with "seriously..." or "are you kidding me ?" These were used quite frequently over the day , to express all the nine rasas/emotions.

I realized that something needs to be done about this disorder. I need to use words that are more than three letters and if they were more than three letters not to abbreviate them. Everyday on my ride up to the 22nd floor of my office building, I have a exercise. The building management, provides news bulletins in the elevator, somewhat like a flicker and if i am lucky they show me the word of the day, and a sentence to use that word in. My exercise is to use this word in my day.. sometimes it leads to funny consequences.. but I keep at it....

So my word of the day is " dysania ". It means "having a hard time waking up"'
If i was left to my devices I would use the word lazy... but the motive here is to use good vocabulary.

So here goes my first sentence . "Today morning I was having dysania".

almost sounds like a disease. I like lazy!!!

Death is near

Death is behind U, just here as U see ;)

Lol.. today's headlines

I love to read newspapers... anything that i can get my hands on ... and i was amused at the stories that get into these papers...

Today morning as I was sipping my coffee and munching on my cereal bar and surfing throough my usual Gmail , orkut, and then news in no particular order...I come across something funny on rediff

Now, Aamir caught in chinkara case ...

and since anything to do with bollywood will catch my eye trained to look for tiniest piece of gossip from so far away..I read on..

"The department sent a notice on August 7 to his production team for filming the chinkara without its permission, forest officials said today."

from rediff so from this I inferred that Amir should have taken permission from the Chinkara to film it.

This puts all the zoo lovers in a quandry coz everytime you pick that camera up and train it on one of those animals.. you better have permission from it..


If Bollywood does that to me, I am waiting to pick up every string of news from the other end Hollywood

So while breaking my head over sudoku, i flipped the pages of my local newspaper and found the BranjelinaBrat..

Apparently a ringtone company is selling a ringtone that is (little gift from heaven's) Siloh's first fart...

So while the world is busy reading and judging the little kiddo... she coos in pleasure after having passed the first step to ladyhood...being quiet indiscreet about it!!

Adios...
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