tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106991962024-03-12T21:31:42.124-07:00saty's worldwelcome to my world...i will take you through a roller coaster ride into my inner space..
fasten your seat belts and explore my loneliness,grief, joy,thoughts and passionssatishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-61605572815440862812010-04-20T13:20:00.000-07:002010-04-20T13:20:13.341-07:00This is your life and it's ending one minute at a timeTyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? <br />
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Ricky: Paint a self-portrait. <br />
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The Mechanic: Build a house. <br />
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Tyler Durden: [to Narrator] And you? <br />
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Narrator: I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on! <br />
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Tyler Durden: You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? <br />
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Narrator: I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on! <br />
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Tyler Durden: Not good enough.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-59657741358578716832010-02-15T12:08:00.000-08:002010-02-15T12:08:46.239-08:00My Name is KhanMy name is satish and let me tell you 'My name is Khan' is no classic, It sucks. With all the indian critics going Gaga over this movie , I and duppu went to watch this crap yestarday . It was quite evident that all the Srk's remarks and Shiv sena's publicity stunts working full time. Theatre was full!!.<br />
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Movie is full of ridiculous scenes and cliched emotions, that make you cringe in your seats. I remember an incident few months back when i and Duppu were walking in princeton downtown . She slipped a bit and almost fell, Immediately many people came to help her. Imagine a guy struggling to cross the road and they stop trolley, Come out and say words like “Move out you freak”!!. that is just ridiculous.<br />
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Kajol looks very beautiful . she surely looks lot younger but cannot handle her shrieking and screaming all the time. Especially the scene when her son dies, the acting was very irritating rather than emotional.<br />
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The only good thing in the movie is Srk's acting. Many scenes standout due to SRK'S acting. But make no mistake here. He is definitely not in the class of Forrest gump 'Tom hanks' or Rain man 'Dusitin Hoffman'.<br />
But the most glaring thing that was obvious in the film is , It is clear ‘inspiration’ of ‘Forrest gump’. The narrative, SRK speaking, Bonding with his mother, Mama jenny (Remember bubba gump’s mother?!) and many more. Karan johar you suck. guys we're still not completely out of recession . dont waste your money on this crap.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-50571074738637576352010-02-15T10:23:00.001-08:002010-02-15T10:23:17.840-08:00RannWhat were you smoking when you made this movie RGV?. Seriously, what were you smoking. Are you the same RGV who directed movies like Shiva, Satya and Company in the past? or are you his evil twin who killed the real RGV and buried him in an unmarked grave?. <br />
How amateur can the script be!!. how can a junior journalist, who joined a media company 3 days back can sit in the board meeting with the owner of the company and disagree with the owner's son's agendas!!.<br />
The whole SMS thing was prolonged, Irritating and stupid. The movie just gets boring after few minutes into it .<br />
Acting wise Big B, Sudeep, rajat kapoor, paresh rawal, Suchitra krishnamurthy and Mohnish Behl were good. Ritesh deshmukh has a constipated look throughout the film. <br />
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I wasted 2 hours and 20$ on this movie. I want my money back RGV. Give me back my money.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-84698476181015496882010-01-21T12:07:00.000-08:002010-01-21T12:07:47.181-08:00Movies I've watched lately<strong>Sherlock Holmes</strong> - loved it!!. Guy ritchie's potryal of the legendary intellect as dynamic and lethal was super cool!!. Enjoyed every bit of Jude law and Downey Jr's acting but had trouble with understanding downey's british accent. Still humming the theme music. 'Tan tana tan....'<br />
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<strong>Avatar</strong> - A visual Tour de force. watched in 3D IMAX. Amazing visuals but didnt think much of the story. <br />
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<strong>2012</strong> - Edge of the seat disaster movie strewn with clichés . But absolutely loved it and duppu hated it!!.<br />
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<strong>3Idiots</strong> - Duppu loved it, I loved it and everyone loved it!!. Easily the best hindi movie of 2009 . The story had the same basic plotline as munnabhai MBBS Right ?<br />
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<strong>Hangover</strong> - Love this 'R' rated comedy.<br />
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<strong>Paranormal Activity</strong> - 'Scariest movie ever' ? Wtf!! . a shoddy film . The scene where katie gets dragged out of bed was interesting :). <br />
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<strong>Unnaipol Oruvan</strong> (Tamil) - A horrible sh*tty movie . A sad caricature of immensely watchable<br />
'A Wednesday'. Its big time this dinosaur should retire .<br />
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<strong>Insomnia</strong> - Al pacino all the way. what an amazing actor!!. A beautiful movie, loved the story.<br />
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<strong>Eeram</strong>(Tamil) - A decent supernatural thriller. But felt the movie was like an over stretched rubber band. <br />
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<strong>Nagarahaavu</strong> ( Kannada) - Watched it again!!. may chammayya mestru and ramachari rest in peace. <br />
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<strong>District 9</strong> - Immensely appealing and electrying must watch movie.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-23346243420997027252010-01-04T09:10:00.000-08:002010-01-04T09:10:00.487-08:00R.I.P Dr.VishnuvardhanDec 30th , 2009 is a sad day for kannada movie lovers. <br />
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The veteran actor Vishnuvardhan who shot to fame with 'Nagarahaavu' in 1972 was a rare actor. His 37 year film career is strewn with gems like Muthina Haara, Bhootayyana Maga Ayyu, Bandhana, Naagara Hole, Hombisilu and Apthamitra. My personal favourite being 'Nagarahaavu'. <br />
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It is disgusting the way his fans or hooligans behaved . Public property was vandalised. Houses and stalls were looted. May those guys rot in hell.<br />
As i write this i am listening to the evergreen melodious song..'Baare baare' ( P.B srinivas) from nagarahaavu.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-63793962153414651232009-06-16T15:19:00.000-07:002009-06-16T15:19:32.383-07:00Moonlight DriveStanding in the balcony of third floor and sipping caffeine was very relaxing. It was a beautiful night .Clear sky , cool breeze and heavenly silvery light from the crescent moon soothed my nerves. I was trying to locate 'Saptha rishi' mandala' or 'Great Bear'. The last time i did star gazing was in 'kemmangundi' .<br />
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I was totally lost in the ambience . I heard a noise from behind 'so you're here'. I turned around to see Subs walking towards me. <br />
'whom should we add in the CC' Subs asked. <br />
'Are you done with your transports ? ' <br />
' I still need to do some testing before i could transport to QA'.<br />
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Even i had some work left to do . We had to send all our developments by tommorow and it was already 11:30 in the night. We started walking back towards our desks. Only i and subs were left in the floor and occasionally some guard would come and check on us. My cell phone started ringing . It was my dad.<br />
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' Appa, i am going to start in half an hour. My work is almost done'<br />
' Dont come home , You better stay back . Its too late and it is not safe to travel at this time . City is very unsafe at nights'<br />
' I will think about it. Anyways, I have home keys so you guys go to sleep '<br />
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I hated to stay back in office. Sleeping in my bed in home always gave me the most satisfying sleep. We got back to work and i was done with my tasks at around 1 am. <br />
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'Subs, I am done. Shall we leave?'<br />
'Just give me 5 more mins ' <br />
'Ok'.<br />
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We packed our stuff turned off our comps and started walking towards car parking. I was happy that tasks had gone as we expected and can come to office next day late. It was 1 hour drive to home and had to drop subs on the way. To reach Subs home I had to take diversion at the railway crossing on the highway and<br />
from there It is a muddy road and drive is quite bumpy for 2 Kms .This road runs parallel to Railway Track on the right and Open fields to the left. <br />
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The open fields is full of Latina bushes. I Always hated this particular stretch of road as my car becomes very dirty and the entire place has a acrid smell of acid probably due to some factory nearby . After the 2 Kms stretch along the railway track there is a big bridge above a sewage canal and from there on starts the Posh residential layouts !! , Where Subs stays. <br />
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City streets were empty and i was zipping through the streets in high speed. The same streets in the morning will be clogged with honking vehicles . The streets at this time are ruled by street dogs . I had my windows down and was enjoying the moonlight drive . We reached the rail junction and took a diversion towards Subs home and were going through that lonely stretch.<br />
We were busy in talking and Suddenly A lady Passed in front of my car . She barely missed hitting right side front Headlights. Subs screamed out 'STOP'.<br />
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I immediately applied brakes. I turned around and put my head out of window to see if she is Ok . Subs was already shouting Expletives and he also looked out of his side window . <br />
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There she was Sitting in the middle of the road her legs were crossed and hands on the Knees . <br />
She was wearing a Dirty white saree !!. She started Laughing Hysterically .The laugh was more like a 'Howl' . Suddenly a chill went though my Body . There was a certain Eerieness in the Laugh. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I coudnt see her face Properly as her Long hairs were blocking it .I could tell that she was staring at us . I broke out in a cold sweat. I and subs stared at each other. I saw fear written all over Subs face. That lady stopped laughing and i turned back to see what happened .She got up and started walking towards our car in gaint strides. I realised that she was more than 6 feet tall . I was already numb with the experience and didnt know what to do. Subs started shouting ' Start the Car !!, Lets get out of here fast ' . She was around 10 feet away from car. I started the car and zoomed away from there. We upped our windows and I trying to see her from my back mirror. She was gone!!. <br />
My heart was still beating fast. We were silent for some time and then subs broke the silence .<br />
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'she was not human' <br />
'what!!'<br />
'Yes, They call them 'Mohinis' in my village.They are very dangerous ghosts!!' <br />
'Crap, she can be some mad woman or some Gang who were trying to divert our attention and then attack us and rob' <br />
'Did you see her legs?'<br />
'No i didnt observe'<br />
'She was Gliding rather than walking!!' <br />
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True , her gaint strides was more like glide. My imagination started running wild. We reached subs home and sub asked me to stay in his home that night.<br />
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I said 'Dont worry, I wont take that route. I will take main road' The alternative road takes through Residential layouts and connects highway but it is 4-5 Kms longer. <br />
I dropped Subs and took main road back home. Every few minutes i was turning around and checking my back seat . Everytime expecting to see a lady in white saree sitting in my back seat . Even to this day whenever i think of this incident my heart skips a beat.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-80141889109086602832009-05-28T10:38:00.000-07:002009-05-28T10:38:04.785-07:00Dynasty RulesWell , The horse trading has started . One party has got more than 200+ and with some bartering they will be able to form a pseudo secular goverment. I am Glad that atleast we will see a stable government and not a Hung assembly as predicted in the exit polls. On the downside , very sad to see a person with zero credentials in politics getting into cabinet and his only qualification is being grandson and great grandson of past Prime ministers . <br />
By the way heard controversial song in youtube 'jana gana mana Rann' . Found it quite interesting and very apt in the current scenario. <br />
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"A house divided against itself cannot stand. " <br />
- Abraham Lincolnsatishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-44078690782608537202009-05-12T18:43:00.001-07:002009-05-12T18:43:28.220-07:00Blog rating<a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"><img alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_pg.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /></a><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SYYQUkqaa0I/AAAAAAAABZk/a39yxC_r4eE/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SYYQUkqaa0I/AAAAAAAABZk/a39yxC_r4eE/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" xi="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My car completely covered in snow. Took 20 mins to clean my car. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SYYQqi4AAjI/AAAAAAAABZs/LOGa_JVm0lM/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SYYQqi4AAjI/AAAAAAAABZs/LOGa_JVm0lM/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" xi="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Backard of my home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SYYQ1Vt8d6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/RzdPTHV7_QU/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SYYQ1Vt8d6I/AAAAAAAABZ0/RzdPTHV7_QU/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" xi="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yummmmmmy Alu dahu puri to beat the weather.</div>satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-64826724125150442342009-01-29T06:52:00.000-08:002009-01-29T12:59:12.285-08:00Slumdog MillionaireThis movie has a Critic rating of 94% in Rotten tomatoes!!. British movie with Indian backdrop and Indian actors !! had to watch it.<br />
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After much anticipation the movie was finally released in a theatre close to my home . This theatre is a 100 year old Bangalore "plaza" styled and is situated in front of beautiful Princeton University . People told me that only low budget 'Arty' type movies are released here. <br />
I could see 99% ofthe audience were Americans and rest 1% were me and Duppu :) . As the movie progressed i realised this is not a Indian Movie at all !!. It is a 14 course meal ( or reels !!) carefully arranged and served to satiate the palate of western audience. <br />
What does india mean to Western people ? . <br />
Ans : Poverty, Big Population , Taj Mahal and Call Centre's ..Well, You find them all in this Masala Fairy tale.<br />
This movie has too many technical flaws in it. How can a movie star make fun of or insult a chaiwallah on the national television. From when did rama become "blue". How can Slum kids speak impeccable British accent without going to school . <br />
The execution of the movie is very average. The adolescent version of Jamal , Salim and Latika are the stars of the movie. They are just fun to watch . Dev Patel and Freida Pinto are mediocre actors and they just cant act. Duppu wasnt amused by the movie either . She almost throwed up when young jamal jumps into a cess pool. Movie story is too much masala to qualify anywhere near Gritty description of mumbai. <br />
Avoid watching this movie in theatres if you value your money in these recession times.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-33758013345783841222008-12-08T08:05:00.000-08:002008-12-08T09:27:47.280-08:00Can you run the country without politicians?This was the reaction of our former Sleeping PM H.D Deve gowda in response to the public outrage after Mumbai attacks .<br />
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Referring to the outburst against politicians, he took the media and the urbanites to task!!. "What nonsense is this? Why do you think only politicians are a burden? Can you run the country without politicians or without a captain or PM? Do you want autocracy and dictatorship,''<br />
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" Saaaar, We are very sorry to wake you up. Hope all the terrorists go to hell for making loud noises in mumbai and woke you up. For your kind information , our country is better off without politicians like you. With all the crores and crores of money you've made by looting people, I think you can settle down in switzerland or honolulu. Please take your Ogre sons also with you".<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1KvAExQuI/AAAAAAAABWE/S2hPgHpDEpg/s1600-h/dgowda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1KvAExQuI/AAAAAAAABWE/S2hPgHpDEpg/s320/dgowda.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not even God can keep me awake</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1LvDdK6zI/AAAAAAAABWM/dWA_C_qIk0M/s1600-h/DG1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lh="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1LvDdK6zI/AAAAAAAABWM/dWA_C_qIk0M/s320/DG1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You guyz think i am sleeping?..Naah i am thinking</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1MD9x98WI/AAAAAAAABWU/vk5X4pWEd7w/s1600-h/dg4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lh="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1MD9x98WI/AAAAAAAABWU/vk5X4pWEd7w/s320/dg4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Leave me alone guyz. I need to sleep.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1NrUkYAQI/AAAAAAAABWc/pU658hPOelc/s1600-h/dg3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1NrUkYAQI/AAAAAAAABWc/pU658hPOelc/s320/dg3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See, I can do a sleep walk also</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1N1cP6sTI/AAAAAAAABWk/_e6kxVEH0s8/s1600-h/devegowda_sleepso_248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lh="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/ST1N1cP6sTI/AAAAAAAABWk/_e6kxVEH0s8/s320/devegowda_sleepso_248.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Deve gowda is one of the worst scum bag politicians india has seen. He and his worthless sons have gobbled up people's money . Petty theives look like saints in front of these guys</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-79740867681259161782008-12-07T03:02:00.000-08:002008-12-07T17:37:06.118-08:00OasisAm I seeing a light at the end of the tunnel or is it just an Illusion?.<br />
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Frustration , anger , depression these are the emotions i am going through from last few days . I have left my country 15 months back but still coudnt leave my love for this country. Coudnt sleep when mumbai was bleeding. I am moving towards atheism but still i said "Please God". When it ended i said "Thank God".<br />
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Has the people's anger reached its height? or is it just a short term memory. I find India's media very immature and medicore. Politicians are Elected terrorists. People are dying . No security no infrastructure nothing. Our country is crumbling. <br />
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The more i see the societal awareness in this country the more i hate ours. When will we rise above petty issues. When will we stop being racists. According to me indians are the most racist people in the world. They fight for language, religion, Region, Caste and Etc. <br />
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I hope, hope is not a mirage in this Anarchic desert.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-81763817338641708252008-10-30T08:07:00.000-07:002008-10-30T08:17:22.653-07:00Again!!The Terrorists have struck again!!. Bomb blasts in Assam , 60 people killed and 300 people injured. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SQnPu95UEII/AAAAAAAABLk/CteQnS9H7yc/s1600-h/PH2008103000982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5LsVQhbfFUg/SQnPu95UEII/AAAAAAAABLk/w4onKMfT7gg/s320-R/PH2008103000982.jpg" /></a></div>Whats happening to my country. Is there any solution to this. Innocents are dying. How many people are killed in these kind of blasts this year. <br />
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The blame game has started. Shivraj patil condemns blasts, Advani and BJP condemn UPA , Mulayam and Lalu blame BJP for condemning Terrorsists . Why dont these politicians die in bomb blasts? <br />
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Now, I am afraid. Really really afraid for my Near ones and dear ones.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-5642762609419924332008-09-17T12:34:00.000-07:002008-10-08T07:21:22.634-07:00Wicked Humans Kill an Innocent Animal<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Bozo the clowns</strong> that is " <strong>Our indian Public</strong>" and <strong>pea brained scumbags</strong> that is <strong>forest department officials</strong> and <strong>police department</strong> people pounced on an innocent <strong>Leopard</strong> and throwed stones on it, Hit it with lathis. The poor animal succumbed to the stress and injuries. </div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The unsuspecting animal which is a resident of small sanctuary like forest around chamundi hills accidentally strayed into the City limits of Mysore . Humans turned into animals after seeing it and started chasing it. The leopard panicked and went into a bush . People crowded around the bush and started throwing stones. With no way to escape the leopard had to attack some people and in confusion ran towards police head quarters compound instead of Forest. Blood thirsty people didnt leave it alone there also . They chased it into the compound too. And eventually after fighting for many hours it died of stress, excess bleeding and injuries inflicted on by a mob. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Headless wonders from police department could've controlled the crowds and these Brainless twits from forest deparment could've handled the situation more maturedly instead of chasing it around and panicking it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I dont have any doubts in my mind about the extinction of wild life in india. All these beautiful beasts will one day be found only in Zoo's and indian jungles ( If they survive the slaughter from Butcher people) will be like old empty dilapitated haunted Houses. <br />
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1,2,3...24, 25... I've lost count of the blasts that have happened in india in last decade. I am sure many more are to come. It is the sickening laid back attitude of the people of india and Governance body that we are in this state. <br />
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Indians from all walks of life should start a civil disobediance movement in india . They should stop paying Income Tax, Property Tax , Road Tax, VAT etc. Why should wepay all these to Government ? Just to see our near and dear ones blown to smithereens? . All the politicians should be whipped in public and should be made accounted for whatever they do. They are just busy in their own number game of seats . <br />
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Why is our Railway minister silent now. He was crying to lift the SIMI ban. Our Union home minister instead of looking into internal security of the country was singing praises of Afzal guru. <br />
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Keeping Aside the Government and system. The attitude of indian society is also very disturbing. We have this "Adjusting" habit in our blood. We get adjusted to any kind of situations. History has shown us that we never fight back against these Pea brained scumbags called Terrorists . As soon as we get a news of blast .<br />
We call all our family , Friends etc. and give a sigh of relief !!. No one is hurt. We are even happy as some one else’s mother , father or brother is killed not ours. <br />
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Why not fight back?. We dont have to have Take a Gun and wage a war but we still can make People societies or groups to educate people and have neighbourhood watches.<br />
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Act now or suffer later !!satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-74651309684286636812008-08-27T12:41:00.000-07:002008-08-27T12:43:19.987-07:00Dushta-avataramMr Kamal Hassan you've been in the industry from last 35 years but do you know what is Acting?.<br /> Alas, The heath ledger is deadOr else i would've sent you to him to get some acting lessons. But you can still try to get some acting lessons after watching Daniel Day-Lewis in"There will be Blood". Heath ledger played the role of Joker in dark knight but you're a Joker .<br /><br />I wonder why you didnt play the Role of Asin and Mallika Sherawat yourself!! In that way no other Clown will beat your mega crap record. You could've also made record by eating 1000 masala dosas at one time or drive a scooter on the pot holed streets of bangalore continously for three days without stoping or else try to be upside down for 3 days continously.<br />Did you pay anything to the make-up artistes at all or took all the money to yourself ?. Zoombies in " Dawn of the Dead" were better looking than your skin diseased roles.<br />Have we not seen enough of you in Patti (Grandma) role in "Avaii Shanmughi" or "Chachi 420" ? Which is in turn a disgusting remake of average movie Mrs Doubtfire.<br /><br />All said and done Dasavataram is nothing but Plain Baloney from Sycophant Kamal Hassan.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-53123699587738959622008-07-16T07:28:00.000-07:002008-07-16T07:31:13.185-07:00One moreTook One more SAP certification on June 27th and cleared it . got 87% , Infact 7 % more than last time. <br /><br />now i am Solution Consultant SAP NetWeaver 2004s - Business Intelligence !! :Psatishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-10704584612913550652008-06-25T09:15:00.000-07:002008-06-25T09:17:19.727-07:00Just Like ThatBeen a long time away from blogging. Life has been too hectic and monotonous.<br />It's been 10 months since i came to US . Life has been on the fast track . I get up at 7:00 AM , Get ready reach office by 8:30 , Attend meetings , conference calls then work, work and work . By the time i reach home it will be 7:00 in the evening. Then have dinner , Browse net , check mails and ooohsssh i am totally sloshed and call it a day. Its the same routine everyday or same s**t other day. I have put on lot of weight also!!. Duppu keeps commenting on my bulging beer belly . It has become her favourite punching bag!!.<br />Cant beleive myself that Just a couple of years back i was a Gym freak and used to preach people on keeping themselves healthy and fit. Hmmn i have changed soo much or rather my tummy :P .<br />When i look back the last 10 months of my life. I dont remember a single day in terms of significance as there is nothing happening . If the same routine continues for another 30 years ( If at all i make it :P ) and when someday i sit and retrospect on the days i spent . I may be without any good memories at all.<br />I wonder if i am in some mad race and not sure where the finishing line is or rather what the finishing line is?!!. Recently i was reading a poem on a blog this is written by a teenager in a New York hospital, terminally ill with cancer. Its called Slow Dance . I was too touched by the last few lines of it.<br />" You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last""Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the musicBefore the song is over"<br /><br />So the eternal challenge is to slow down take a break or do a retrospection and start over all new again.<br />Hmmn time for me to slow down.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-5057603489560880222008-02-27T12:59:00.000-08:002008-02-28T08:32:18.925-08:00FearLately i have taken a lot of liking towards watching Horror Movies!!<br />I just love the Thrill and Goose bumps you get when watching alone with Lights switched off and munching popcorn furiosuly in tension.( I have put on a lot of weight due to this habbit :P )<br />Alas, there is a flip side to it. Right now i am living alone in a single bedroom house.The ghosts in the movies are always alive in my head!!. My heart starts beating fast Whenever i goto kitchen to drink water in the midnight (A la urmila in bhoot), I am sleeping in my bedroom and suddenly wake up expecting a ghost standing at the edge of bed and warching me!!. A hand coming from below the Cot!!hehe It sounds amusing but beats the shit out of me :P.<br /><br />I had an interesting Experience after watching this movie called "Exorcism of Emily Rose".The whole movie is very Aesthetically made and most of the movie is in Court. The movie is about A girl called Emily rose who dies Following a prolonged Mystery disease.Movie is actually based on a true story which actually happenned somewhere in the rural England. A priest is accused of Negligient homicide of Emily . A lawyertakes up the case and tries to prove that her death was not due to the negligience from priest side. But as the lawyer gets deep into the case and starts researching into it. She finds out that Emily was really possessed!!.Truly engaging movie with haunting music.<br />There is a scene in the movie where Lawyer keeps waking up at 3 in the morning and starts hearing weird noises comingfrom somehwhere. She cant understand why she wakes up at 3:00 AM daily. Later While interrogating the Priest in the court Room, The priest tells About How the first time Emily gets possesed. Emily would've been possessed at 3:00 AM as it is called the "Witching Hours" and during this time DEMONS make a mockery of God. Written somewhere in bible.It is only at this time Ghosts are usually very Active!!. This statement hits the Lawyer( Holly Hunter) like a thunderbolt. You should see the Expressions of Holly hunter, Amazing Acting.<br />After the movie, some friends Came Home and I went out with them for Dinner . By the time i came home i was very tired and i just crashed on the bed. I woke up very thirsty sometime in the night. Went to kitchen drank water and came Back. I just saw What time is it, It was 3:02 Am!!.<br />I sat bolt upright , All my sleep was gone. Ooh man !! Surely this cant be happening. This is not True!!The rest of the night was Lousy. I couldnt close my eyes. same thing happened next day also.<br />Time to stop watching horror movies I guess :P. But neverthless the Goose bumps are worth it :)satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-91869649292638704162007-09-18T13:46:00.000-07:002007-09-18T13:47:33.452-07:00Tears In HeavenIt was love at first sight!! . I first saw her when she was speaking to my mother. She was epitome of beauty and brains. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was Cinderella of my dreams. She was center of attraction. Everyone was talking to her and congratulating her as she had topped the university in 2nd year engineering. She was very popular in the Locality.<br />We were new to the locality and her home was next to mine!! . My mom is fast at making friends and everyone in the neighborhood knew us within 1 month of shifting to this new home. It actually helped to my advantage in making friends with ‘S’ (I will mention her name as ‘S’). I still remember the first time when my mom introduced me to ‘S’. The touch of her soft hands when she gave me hand shakes and said “Hi Satish, How do you do” was mesmerizing. We became very good friends.<br />It was my birthday and I had called her for the party in my home. I was waiting for her very eagerly and when she came I felt like I was in heaven. She came to me and gave me a big Cadbury chocolate bar and pinched my cheek, hugged me and gave a peck on my cheek and said “Happy birthday, dear Satish”!! . I was totally blushing and my body had become numb. I thought time has come to a standstill. I got completely confirmed that she also likes me a lot. Her parents like me a lot, my parents like ‘S’ a lot and we both like each other a lot. But the only hindrance that was coming between us is that I was 8yrs old and she was 20!! .<br /><br />As the days went by, ‘S’ had become a sort of Idol to me. I used to come home from School, Throw the bag and run straight to her home. She taught me how to play carom board and Chess. I used to get very jealous and angry when she spoke to other guys.<br />Somehow it was understood that she is my girlfriend!! And days went by happily.<br /><br />One day I came home from school and was very happy to see ‘S’ in my home chatting with my mother. I ran straight to her and started narrating my school stories. She said Satish I am going to America!! And I said why?!!.<br />“I have got Scholarship for Higher Education”. At that point I didn’t understand what all these is but I was really heart broken.<br />That was the last time I ever saw her again in my life. She had once sent a greeting card for me on New Year, Which would sing jingle bells song when opened. Probably its still there somewhere in some old trunk.<br /><br />Our family got shifted from Hyderabad to Bangalore and we lost touch with the friends over there. Its been almost 20 years since I know anything about her!!.<br />Yesterday I was speaking to my mother and she told you “remember ‘S’ ”. I said ‘who’s that ‘?. Then she told the girl in Hyderabad. You were very young then. I said yes!! I remember her, how’s she!! And where is she!!.<br />My mother came to know from somebody that, ‘S’ had died 6 months ago due to leukemia. She was never married. She had died alone and lonely, her family got her body after 2 days.<br />I was shocked and was filled with grief. I tried to remember her face but only vaguely remembered her sweet loud pitched voice. She was lost somewhere in the pages of my memory.<br />Why such a sweet nice girl who had a promising future had to be alone and lonely without any friend’s. I am still shocked after listening about her. All I can say is<br />“MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE ‘S’ ”satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-64013567973352412602007-06-22T03:21:00.000-07:002007-06-22T03:22:33.837-07:00The Last Answer, by Isaac Asimov.Murray Templeton was forty-five years old, in the prime of life, and with all parts of his body in perfect working order except for certain key portions of his coronary arteries, but that was enough.<br />The pain had come suddenly, had mounted to an unbearable peak, and had then ebbed steadily. He could feel his breath slowing and a kind of gathering peace washing over him.<br />There is no pleasure like the absence of pain - immediately after pain. Murray felt an almost giddy lightness as though he were lifting in the air and hovering.<br />He opened his eyes and noted with distant amusement that the others in the room were still agitated. He had been in the laboratory when the pain had struck, quite without warning, and when he had staggered, he had heard surprised outcries from the others before everything vanished into overwhelming agony.<br />Now, with the pain gone, the others were still hovering, still anxious, still gathered about his fallen body -<br />- Which, he suddenly realised, he was looking down on.<br />He was down there, sprawled, face contorted. He was up here, at peace and watching.<br />He thought: Miracle of miracles! The life-after-life nuts were right.<br />And although that was a humiliating way for an atheistic physicist to die, he felt only the mildest surprise, and no alteration of the peace in which he was immersed.<br />He thought: There should be some angel - or something - coming for me.<br />The Earthly scene was fading. Darkness was invading his consciousness and off in a distance, as a last glimmer of sight, there was a figure of light, vaguely human in form, and radiating warmth.<br />Murray thought: What a joke on me. I’m going to Heaven.<br />Even as he thought that, the light faded, but the warmth remained. There was no lessening of the peace even though in all the Universe only he remained - and the Voice.<br />The Voice said, “I have done this so often and yet I still have the capacity to be pleased at success.”<br />It was in Murray’s mind to say something, but he was not conscious of possessing a mouth, tongue, or vocal chords. Nevertheless, tried to make a sound. He tried, mouthlessly, to hum words or breathe them or just push them out by a contraction of - something.<br />And they came out. He heard his own voice, quite recognisable, and his own words, infinitely clear.<br />Murray said, “Is this Heaven?”<br />The Voice said, “This is no place as you understand place.”<br />Murray was embarrassed, but the next question had to be asked. “Pardon me if I sound like a jackass. Are you God?”<br />Without changing intonation or in any way marring the perfection of the sound, the Voice managed to sound amused. “It is strange that I am always asked that in, of course, an infinite number of ways. There is no answer I can give that you would comprehend. I am - which is all that I can say significantly and you may cover that with any word or concept you please.”<br />Murray said, “And what am I? A soul? Or am I only personified existence too?” He tried not to sound sarcastic, but it seemed to him that he had failed. He thought then, fleetingly, of adding a ‘Your Grace’ or ‘Holy One’ or something to counteract the sarcasm, and could not bring himself to do so even though for the first time in his existence he speculated on the possibility of being punished for his insolence - or sin? - with Hell, and what that might be like.<br />The Voice did not sound offended. “You are easy to explain - even to you. You may call yourself a soul if that pleases you, but what you are is a nexus of electromagnetic forces, so arranged that all the interconnections and interrelationships are exactly imitative of those of your brain in your Universe-existence - down to the smallest detail. Therefore you have your capacity for thought, your memories, your personality. It still seems to you that you are you.”<br />Murray found himself incredulous. “You mean the essence of my brain was permanent?”<br />“Not at all. There is nothing about you that is permanent except what I choose to make so. I formed the nexus. I constructed it while you had physical existence and adjusted it to the moment when the existence failed.”<br />The Voice seemed distinctly pleased with itself, and went on after a moment’s pause. “An intricate but entirely precise construction. I could, of course, do it for every human being on your world but I am pleased that I do not. There is pleasure in the selection.”<br />“You choose very few then?”<br />“Very few.”<br />“And what happens to the rest?”<br />“Oblivion! - Oh, of course, you imagine a Hell.”<br />Murray would have flushed if he had the capacity to do so. He said, “I do not. It is spoken of. Still, I would scarcely have thought I was virtuous enough to have attracted your attention as one of the Elect.”<br />“Virtuous? - Ah, I see what you mean. It is troublesome to have to force my thinking small enough to permeate yours. No, I have chosen you for your capacity for thought, as I choose others, in quadrillions, from all the intelligent species of the Universe.”<br />Murray found himself suddenly curious, the habit of a lifetime. He said, “Do you choose them all yourself or are there others like you?”<br />For a fleeting moment, Murray thought there was an impatient reaction to that, but when the Voice came, it was unmoved. “Whether or not there are others is irrelevant to you. This Universe is mine, and mine alone. It is my invention, my construction, intended for my purpose alone.”<br />“And yet with quadrillions of nexi you have formed, you spend time with me? Am I that important?”<br />The Voice said, “You are not important at all. I am also with others in a way which, to your perception, would seem simultaneous.”<br />“And yet you are one?”<br />Again amusement. The Voice said, “You seek to trap me into an inconsistency. If you were an amoeba who could consider individuality only in connection with single cells and if you were to ask a sperm whale, made up of thirty quadrillion cells, whether it was one or many, how could the sperm whale answer in a way that would be comprehensible to the amoeba?”<br />Murray said dryly, “I’ll think about it. It may become comprehensible.”<br />“Exactly. That is your function. You will think.”<br />“To what end? You already know everything, I suppose.”<br />The Voice said, “Even if I knew everything, I could not know that I know everything.”<br />Murray said, “That sounds like a bit of Eastern philosophy - something that sounds profound precisely because it has no meaning.”<br />The Voice said, “You have promise. You answer my paradox with a paradox - except that mine is not a paradox. Consider. I have existed eternally, but what does that mean? It means I cannot remember having come into existence. If I could, I would not have existed eternally. If I cannot remember having come into existence, then there is at least one thing - the nature of my coming into existence - that I do not know.<br />“Then, too, although what I know is infinite, it is also true that what there is to know is infinite, and how can I be sure that both infinities are equal? The infinity of potential knowledge may be infinitely greater than the infinity of my actual knowledge. Here is a simple example: If I knew every one of the even integers, I would know an infinite number of items, and yet I would still not know a single odd integer.”<br />Murray said, “But the odd integers can be derived. If you divide every even integer in the entire infinite series by two, you will get another infinite series which will contain within it the infinite series of odd integers.”<br />The Voice said, “You have the idea. I am pleased. It will be your task to find other such ways, far more difficult ones, from the known to the not-yet-known. You have your memories. You will remember all the data you have ever collected or learned, or that you have or will deduce from that data. If necessary, you will be allowed to learn what additional data you will consider relevant to the problems you set yourself.”<br />“Could you not do all that for yourself?”<br />The Voice said, “I can, but it is more interesting this way. I constructed the Universe in order to have more facts to deal with. I inserted the uncertainty principle, entropy, and other randomisation factors to make the whole not instantly obvious. It has worked well for it has amused me throughout its entire existence.<br />“I then allowed complexities that produced first life and then intelligence, and use it as a source for a research team, not because I need the aid, but because it would introduce a new random factor. I found I could not predict the next interesting piece of knowledge gained, where it would come from, by what means derived.”<br />Murray said, “Does that ever happen?”<br />“Certainly. A century doesn’t pass in which some interesting item doesn’t appear somewhere.”<br />“Something that you could have thought of yourself, but had not done so yet?”<br />“Yes.”<br />Murray said, “Do you actually think there’s a chance of my obliging you in this manner?”<br />“In the next century? Virtually none. In the long run, though, your success is certain, since you will be engaged eternally.”<br />Murray said, “I will be thinking through eternity? Forever?”<br />“Yes.”<br />“To what end?”<br />“I have told you. To find new knowledge.”<br />“But beyond that. For what purpose am I to find new knowledge?”<br />“It was what you did in your Universe-bound life. What was its purpose then?”<br />Murray said, “To gain new knowledge that only I could gain. To receive the praise of my fellows. To feel the satisfaction of accomplishment knowing that I had only a short time allotted me for the purpose. - Now I would gain only what you could gain yourself if you wished to take a small bit of trouble. You cannot praise me; you can only be amused. And there is no credit or satisfaction in accomplishment when I have all eternity to do it in.”<br />The Voice said, “And you do not find thought and discovery worthwhile in itself? You do not find it requiring no further purpose?”<br />“For a finite time, yes. Not for all eternity.”<br />“I see your point. Nevertheless, you have no choice.”<br />“You say I am to think. You cannot make me do so.”<br />The Voice said, “I do not wish to constrain you directly. I will not need to. Since you can do nothing but think, you will think. You do not know how not to think.”<br />“Then I will give myself a goal. I will invent a purpose.”<br />The Voice said tolerantly, “That you can certainly do.”<br />“I have already found a purpose.”<br />“May I know what it is?”<br />“You know already. I know we are not speaking in the ordinary fashion. You adjust my nexus is such a way that I believe I hear you and I believe I speak, but you transfer thoughts to me and from me directly. And when my nexus changes with my thoughts you are at once aware of them and do not need my voluntary transmission.”<br />The Voice said, “You are surprisingly correct. I am pleased. - But it also pleases me to have you tell me your thoughts voluntarily.”<br />“Then I will tell you. The purpose of my thinking will be to discover a way to disrupt this nexus of me that you have created. I do not want to think for no purpose but to amuse you. I do not want to think forever to amuse you. I do not want to exist forever to amuse you. All my thinking will be directed toward ending the nexus. That would amuse me.”<br />The Voice said, “I have no objection to that. Even concentrated thought on ending your own existence may, in spite of you, come up with something new and interesting. And, of course, if you succeed in this suicide attempt you will have accomplished nothing, for I would instantly reconstruct you and in such a way as to make your method of suicide impossible. And if you found another and still more subtle fashion of disrupting yourself, I would reconstruct you with that possibility eliminated, and so on. It could be an interesting game, but you will nevertheless exist eternally. It is my will.”<br />Murray felt a quaver but the words came out with a perfect calm. “Am I in Hell then, after all? You have implied there is none, but if this were Hell you would lie to us as part of the game of Hell.”<br />The Voice said, “In that case, of what use is it to assure you that you are not in Hell? Nevertheless, I assure you. There is here neither Heaven nor Hell. There is only myself.”<br />Murray said, “Consider, then, that my thoughts may be useless to you. If I come up with nothing useful, will it not be worth your while to - disassemble me and take no further trouble with me?”<br />“As a reward? You want Nirvana as the prize of failure and you intend to assure me failure? There is no bargain there. You will not fail. With all eternity before you, you cannot avoid having at least one interesting thought, however you try against it.”<br />“Then I will create another purpose for myself. I will not try to destroy myself. I will set as my goal the humiliation of you. I will think of something you have not only never thought of but never could think of. I will think of the last answer, beyond which there is no knowledge further.”<br />The Voice said, “You do not understand the nature of the infinite. There may be things I have not yet troubled to know. There cannot be anything I cannot know.”<br />Murray said thoughtfully, “You cannot know your beginning. You have said so. Therefore you cannot know your end. Very well, then. That will be my purpose and that will be the last answer. I will not destroy myself. I will destroy you - if you do not destroy me first.”<br />The Voice said, “Ah! You come to that in rather less than average time. I would have thought it would have taken you longer. There is not one of those I have with me in this existence of perfect and eternal thought that does not have the ambition of destroying me. It cannot be done.”<br />Murray said, “I have all eternity to think of a way of destroying you.”<br />The Voice said, equably, “Then try to think of it.” And it was gone.<br />But Murray had his purpose now and was content.<br />For what could any Entity, conscious of eternal existence, want - but an end?<br />For what else had the Voice been searching for countless billions of years? And for what other reason had intelligence been created and certain specimens salvaged and put to work, but to aid in that great search? And Murray intended that it would be he, and he alone, who would succeed.<br />Carefully, and with the thrill of purpose, Murray began to think.<br />He had plenty of time.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-1167814607624291272007-01-03T00:03:00.000-08:002007-01-03T01:06:20.536-08:00The Story So Far<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/1600/756617/P1010641.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/320/681020/P1010641.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/1600/313386/P1010612.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/320/201785/P1010612.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/1600/682164/IMG_1523.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/320/439243/IMG_1523.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/1600/61989/sats1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6342/838/320/312736/sats1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hi people, wish you a very happy new year.<br />I am back to my blog after a long time. Life as usual is going at a break neck speed many things happening. Started playing foot ball every weekend which is absolutely refreshing. Had started to write many posts but couldn’t complete them.<br />After my Goa trip had been to Trivandrum to attend my dear friend john’s wedding. Wanted to attend a Christian wedding from a long time and also meet all my dear old class mates at the wedding. I was watching the wedding with lots of excitement. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. But was quite disappointed when john dint kiss his bride I had seen Groom kissing his bride in lots of movies so was expecting one. At the same time my friend shouted “john, you didn’t kiss your bride!! “. There were giggles from everywhere in the church.<br />All the people expected didn’t turn up but was still happy to see some old familiar Faces. It’s been almost 5 years since I completed my engineering. All my old buddies have gone their way in search of their destinies. But meeting them brings all those memories back and puts some josh into life. It was a good trip which took me down the memory lane.<br /><br />In early December, A trip was planned to Kerala, Waynad from our company. This trip was basically for all guys and girls who had participated in our Customer day celebrations. I was not interested in this trip as I barely knew anyone and I had to take the responsibility of arranging transport, food, accommodation etc as I was the only local Bangalore guy in the group. I tried all the tricks in the book to escape but all failed.<br />Later when the trip started I came to know that all my assumptions were absolutely false. All these 20 people were simply wonderful. The party and dancing started right from the word go. I felt extremely comfortable with this group. This was a complete trip. There was dancing, camp fire, bus breakdown, moon light trek, beautiful waterfalls and got to meet wonderful people.<br /><br /><br /><br />And to end the post, had a quite New Year celebration with my close friends at the yelagiri hill.satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-1161515619270524042006-10-22T04:02:00.000-07:002006-10-22T04:22:59.726-07:00Goan Delight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/Img0055.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/Img0055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/Img0045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/Img0045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/Img0050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/Img0050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/Img0042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/Img0042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/Img0032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/Img0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was raining very heavily when we reached Goa. We were driving from past 12 hrs !!. And this was not a good welcome scene. Everyone had a big frown on their faces. We expected goa to be sunny, blue sky, happy<br />and lots of suntan !!. But it turned out to be cloudy, windy, dull and heavy rains.<br /><br />Well, somehow we manged to get a beach resort. Checked in and had a good sleep. since this was a off season goa was empty!!. Till now i was skeptical about the goa. But Goa was quite a revelation to me. Party starts at around 10 in the night and goes till the wee hours in the morning. Goa is very beautiful. full of greenery and lots of beaches. At night 12 we came across a drive way kind of place and there was a guy who was singing "tu hi meri shaab hai". his voice was magical and was strumming the guitar very beautifully !!. Goa is a kind of place<br />which never sleeps. Early morning beach football was too good. when time came to bid adieu to goa , I was feeling very bad as i was not able to spend much time there. But promised myself that i will be back as soon as possible .<br />Hasta la vista baby !!satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-1161018536553118732006-10-16T09:44:00.000-07:002006-10-19T02:39:57.836-07:00I'm on cloud Nine !!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/P1010304.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/P1010304.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/IMG_1839.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/IMG_1769.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/IMG_1738.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/IMG_1738.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/DSC01449.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/DSC01449.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/1600/DSC01441.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6342/838/320/DSC01441.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">The organizer looked into my eyes and gave a doubtful grin. It was more of a sarcastic kind of look than confusing. This was the expression given by her when I told her my theme of skit which I would be performing and directing on our Customer Day. After convincing her, next task was getting actors!! . Only 1 week was left and no actors!!<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I went to each cubicle and started asking them to act in my skit. It was quite an exciting, embarrassing and humiliating Experience. At last I was able to get some reluctant people to act for me. All of them turned up 1 hr late for the first day of rehearsal. It was very difficult to make 8 unknown people act. It went very bad!! The next day 4 guyz ditched me and again I was in look out for new people. To cut a long story short, I had hell time doing all these.On the D-day, I was quite tense about the outcome of my drama.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Well, the response was overwhelming. The praises have not yet stopped!! . I AM ON CLUD NINE!!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">These are the responses from my skit mates:</p><pre>From: Soumen<?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /><u1:p></u1:p><?xml:namespace prefix = u2 /><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><br />Subject: RE: Confessions of a Skit team mate!!!!!<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p><u2:p><br />Hi skit-gurus,<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u2:p><u1:p></u1:p>When first day I went to attain the skit<br />rehearsal I was so confused how it will come out?<br />Then I got together with few talented skit gurus<br />who made it so simple. At last we had done good job<br />in stage. So I am congratulating them who made it<br />excellent. I am specially mentioning for<u1:p></u1:p> Satish(Director)<br />who wrote an awesome script for us. Further if u write<u1:p></u1:p><br />any script,please tell us we will participate without<br />any questions.<u1:p><u2:p></u2:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p>Thanks all<br />in advance<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p><br /></u1:p>Soumen<o:p></o:p><u1:p><br /></u1:p>_______________________________<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p><br /><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p>From: Dev, Vasu<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>Subject: RE: Confessions of a Skit team mate!!!!!<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>Hello ppl,<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p>We indeed had a great time during the course of<br />practise and a much better time on stage on Saturday.<br />I think its time for me also to confess.Even I had<br />some doubts as to how would it come out on the stage,<br />but I shld<u1:p></u1:p> say that when we have as talented<br />ppl as you all are,it had to come out<u1:p></u1:p> pretty well.<br />Special mention for our director<br />(think there is no need to<u1:p></u1:p> right his name...we all know him)<br />,the Script that you had made was<u1:p></u1:p> really good which meant<br /><br />half the Job was done and we had to only give<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p> the<br />finishing touches.<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p><br />Cheers to everyone.<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p><br />Thanks & Regards,<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>Vasudev B N<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p><br /><br /></pre><p class="MsoNormal">_______________________________<u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></p><u1:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p>From: Cherumanalil Prasannan, Vivek<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>Subject: RE: Confessions of a Skit team mate!!!!!<br />Congratulations to all my great boys for an awesome evening of high humor!<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>Sathish , I'm grateful<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>to get some memorable moments ...Guys<br />I'm still basking in the warmth of our gr8 evening , we were on cloud<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p> nine!!!!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>Luv u alllll.........<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u1:p>Cheeeeeeeers!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p>Vivek CP<br /><u1:p><span style="font-size:0;"></span></u1:p>________________________________<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p><br />From: Burra, Satish Kumar <u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p>Subject: RE: Confessions of a Skit team mate!!!!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>Hello Super Stars & Megastars......<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p>That was great show buddies, all most all every one congratulated me for<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p> that skit. <u1:p></u1:p>Every body enjoyed it. So<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>Satish ( Director ) any Future plans for<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p> entering into Film Industry.<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>Above all for one thing i am very happy is I made 8 good and Talented <u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p>friends .<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>Cheers<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p><br />satish Kumar. Burra<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>SAP Consultant<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>________________________________<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u1:p><br /><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p>From: Pande, Subhash Chandra<br /><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>Subject: Confessions of a Skit team mate!!!!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p><br /><o:p></o:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p>I had an awesome time practicing the skit, though with initial<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p> skepticism that if its going to click or not. But later convinced myself<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p> that its for the practice and fun that we are doing this skit and<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p> eventual result was not something of importance.<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>But it was a huge response folks, all my team members and folks of<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p> neighboring teams congratulated and said it was an awesome fun!!!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p><u1:p>Kudos to Satish Murthy for his concept!!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></u1:p>Cheers, v have a long way 2 go mates!!!!!!!!!!!!<u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p>Subhash Pande<o:p></o:p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><u1:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p><u1:p></u1:p></p>satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10699196.post-1158061317310461642006-09-12T04:37:00.000-07:002006-09-12T04:44:27.843-07:00The days of....This was the mail sent to me by my good old friend Raghava.He is now settled in U.S of A .We were chatting about our school days and the gala time we use to have in our colony.<br /><br />the days of hand-tennis<br />the days of 10-wicket cricket in the portico of your house<br />the days of King game in the colony streets<br />the days of Chacha Chaudhary,phantom, mandrake, Sabu, Diamond comics<br />the days of our walks to 'Nagara Kendra Granthaalaya' ( City central library )<br />the days of colony rounds in the evening during summer hols<br />the days of your stories about Jahangir uncle from Hyderabad<br />the days of tape recorders<br />the days of Colony Day celebrations<br />the days of I-Spy<br />the days of cricket in the colony grounds<br />the days/nights of our pseudo-Shivaraatri jaagaaran combined studies<br />the days of us practising Ramayana / Mahabharata quizes<br />the days of practising naaTakaas (skits)<br />the days of you narrating 'Shiva' story !<br />the days of playing Trade, Scotland Yard, bluff<br /><br />how I wish I can re-live all those days again :((satishdshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00368305786699031065noreply@blogger.com8