Dumbed Down

There are just so many things you can do sitting in office between two unbeliviably busy blokes. It starts to slowly eat your brain as you see the two stalwarts make glowering contributions to work unlike yourself, who was contributing if anything to the firm was to the firm’s septic tank with regular bowel movements and urinary discharges.

So much for the humdrum of life, everything except my ECG has come to a standstill.

Opera Vs Chrome

Other than the fact that I have been seriously bored out of my guts that I actually decided to go “Browser Comparing” in an effort to perhaps make some use of the time that I so lavishly waste, there can be no other explanation for this post. As is with a lot of my other posts, this one is mindless drivel propelled only by the need to keep doing something devoid or purpose or meaning.

But however, if I have managed to keep you reading this till now, I recommend you keep reading on, while your other tab on the browser loads. Bang! Brainwave #1: Opera as far as I have used it now has loaded loads faster than Chrome and hence saving millions of my nano seconds I wouldve wasted reading utter crap of some other less fortunate blogger.

Then of course, you feel duped into reading the third paragraph in an attempt now that is persistently straining at your nerves, and then you see small buttons at the left most bottom corner of the browser that catch your attention. Already, I can feel my post going to waste as you engage in your new found digital toys. Yes, the concept of the cloud now finally makes sense to lesser beings like us…Opera Unite

Brainwave #2: You can access all your GBs of music and video anywhere on the planet, if you only just download Opera and leave the base laptop on. Of course, the thing is  slower than a snail and very questionable in performance, but hey! Chrome doesnt seem to have this. Atleast the browser doesnt…

So yes, all in all…Opera rocks for today..And I can see you have gathered nothing of any importance here and I have no idea if any of the above are actually factually true.

So long Suckers.

But please, do keep visiting the blog. Hehe. Cheers.

In Memoriam

It’s so funny how I completely moved on in like two hours over possibly one of the greatest losses to tech-kind Steve Jobs. But I guess, a lot of it is more or less his own doing. He wanted people to move on, to let go and I damn well know that he wouldn’t appreciate even a single one of us iMourning, no matter how well-coined the pun maybe.

Here I am, glued to the season premiere of the eighth season of House M.D. I don’t miss the man, and I hell as well don’t miss any Apple products. As course and selfish that may have sounded, I still understand that even though I never interacted with the legend, never bought any of his products, never actually looked at an iPhone longingly and probably would’ve only bought any of those, to upgrade my social image (I mean I love my Zebronics mp3 player, which again still is a sad chinese iPod rip-off), I still know that I ‘ll miss the sleek white doing the rounds on other well to do, classy people. His life is the stuff that could make billions at the box office, his words- pure facebook quote stuff. With Pixar, Apple and so many other ideas that propelled not only him, but even his legendary rival Bill Gates, Steve Jobs is all around us. Another Michael Jackson in the pulling off, so eulogized that Mr. Jobs just pulled his greatest marketing stunt yet.

So in this age, even with nuts like me who google House M.D. seconds after posting a “I miss you Mr. Jobs” , it goes to show that short-lived however that moment of mourning may be, millions still paused. And that is maybe not something Steve Jobs would’ve liked a lot if he were present to witness it, but it’s the greatest farewell to the man who stayed hungry, who stayed foolish and still was termed the pioneer of our time.

So here goes to you Steve, the man behind the ‘I’, the one who brought the world into our hands and still gave us that touch of individualism, all 6 billion of us, can now be in a crowd of a million and still have our voice.

I have to get back to my episode now. I love Hugh Laurie. There you go, I said it.

Brettboard Five

Welcome to the top five songs, that Brenton loves and nobody else cares about, the worldwide music chart incorporating every genre of music both terrestrial and extra-terrestrial, yes, which qualifies Justin Bieber to be on these charts.

5. Born this way- Lady Gaga (Gleecast)

Terrific stuff. if the original left you a little confused and nauseous, this version’ll get ya going. It’s the climax of the “Acceptance” episode, the lyrics can be made out, the articulation on the song is loads better plus I watched the episode with subtitles (Yes, I’m a third worldian who can’t understand your songs and all your pop culture references.) It’s the dance routines and actually the lyrics are pretty decent. I just dont the weird costumes and initial narration she gave. Minus that, add the the glee cast, remove the costumes and you have a performance to dance to.

4. Written in the stars- Tinie Tempah ft. Eric Turner

It’s Linkin Park ft Busta Rhymes and all those white-black combos all over again. Yep, they’ve got a heart-wrenching story and a catchy chorus and all, but come onn  man, like your bros wouldve put it “this shit is too ol’ to go down bruh”. But its good to listen anyways and easier to strum on the guitar. Oh how I love easy songs, if only someone could rap, I’d have started a glee club. Yes, a glee club.

3. Jiyein Kyun- Dum Maaro Dum

This pothead crime thriller had one of the most wannabe stories I could think of. It was like the director really wanted to incorporate a every aspect known to man in the movie. So you had the potheads, crack heads, the police, the evil police, the alive good “guy”, the dead good “guys”, the innocent jailbirds, the evil jailbirds and a dozen other dead extras…and then you had a beautifully ripped off soundtrack. This is good stuff, even if it was ripped from that masterpiece ‘Clocks’. It just did not seem like it was in the right movie.

2. Bhaag DK Bose ft. Imran Khan and two other random guys

This Delhi Belly track has probably got every collegian in India going, “respect dude respect \m/”. Well, for one I never could connect with US teenage punk rock talking about girlfriends (Yes! in plural! that too teenagers!..hehe) and underage drinking. So when a song comes like it was written for you, with your innermost feelings rendered out by some of the stars of the day, banta hai to go “whohooooooo”. Indian Punk Rock is here baby!

Power chords are a joke on classical guitars.

1. Chaandan Mein by Kailash Kher

Yep, the song’s a tad ancient, but by heavens its rad. The sufi singing and the guitar at the back goes blasting minds again. I love the quasi-Hindi lyrics, where most of time you think you can make sense and since it’s all about love and broken hearts <3 <3 your definitions dont fall too far away from the tree. I’ve been bloody trying to get those chords or the song tabs and if anyone other than the retard on indianguitartabs forum has a clue to them, please..go ahead and send it to me.

Communist/Maoist

Who alone but we Indians and Pakistanis can breed our own greatest domestic threats, and then complain about them being our greatest domestic threats. It’s usually said that butterflies flapping their wings can cause a tornado millions of years later. In our political scenarios, the time frame for that is very small in comparison. The actions may not be butterfly-wing-fluttery kinds, but generally a lot more sinister in nature, and the repercussions are usually felt after 3-4 decades.

Yes, we had communists at home and in China…Communism seemed to be travelling downwards from Russia ever since Stalin and Lenin. And getting progressively violent with the latitude. We had the happy-go-lucky extremist congress leaders who then took upon a clear demarcating name “Socialists” in a while. Bhagat Singh and his comrades made sure socialists stayed in the then contemporary society of India. And then they started getting pissed off at being constantly sidelined by big brother Congress, who always “knew better and was working for what’s best and it’s all gonna shape up in the long run and we know what we’re doing”.  Soon, we were free and had a partition that had placed the same country in the east and the west. Huh? you say, sadly no one..nothing of the sort even remotely occurred to any of the smart guys then. Bangladesh (back then East Pakistan)  in direct quotes from a  lot of them, was a country designed to fail.

The communists who had now taken on the name by now, were seething. There were privy purses and governments running behind the princes and kings, and people were still poor and the zamindars still were feudal lords, and all in all Das Kapital wasn’t the most happiest of literature, if literature had feelings that is.

To cap it all, communists were soon stamped out as “terrorist” in the country, and now feelings positively flared up. When all the anti-communism had died down, and they won elections in the states they were previously booted out of, there were those who happily formed the government. There were the others who still sought blood. They looked around, oh the farmers are getting fucked and the students are still reeling from the post-independence I’m-all-charged-up-crap!-we-already-got-independence spirit. The recipe was perfect. The jungle around Chattisgarh, Andhra Pradesh and Bengal was just waiting to shelter Guerilla fighters. But wait…Karl Marx said nothing about fighting and murdering and revolution really. Hey, I think the Chinese guy had some pretty fucked up communism…whazzhisname?? Mao. Right, we’ll be the Maoists now on. En gard!

One police firing in a small village of Naxalbari, with the Mao literature around and some starkly visible social differences in a communist society…were born the Naxalites. The government did what it did best, ever since Gandhi died and took Non-violence to his grave, send in troops and use a iron hand, because again, big bro Congress knows best.

They went into hiding, they have ideologies that are more or less at polars from the Politburo, the Das Kapital both these based themselves on, completely forgotten. The chances we had of including them into an active role into a better society  are lost, the race has gone ahead far too long…the Maoists can’t be absorbed into the CPI-M anymore, they’ve murdered one too many policemen. This is a war that has already begun, and the one way or another it will end. The question is, how many lives before we see peace.

A sad sad story

Well, the Pakistani forces just got pummeled..didnt they. It’s not a pretty sight and my prejudice against them isn’t based on the fact that I’m Indian. No sir. It is just really sad to see that a terrorist outfit got the better of your nation’s best and decades of military aid from the US. Kudos to that!

What’s more, it’s apparently happened before with the Pakistani military base at Rawalpindi. Yes, I’ve done my homework. I mean, between organizing terror attacks in India and sending mercenaries and 70-heavenly-virgin enthusiasts into India and god-knows-where, it actually surprises me that they are under such heavy retribution from the Al-Qaeda. I really thought these guys were all on the same team. Who killed Bin Laden? US. Who got blamed by the US for Bin Laden being found in Pakistan? Pakistan. Who’s receiving the bitch end of payback from the AL-Qaeda? Pakistan. Who got their decades of military aid recalled? Pakistan.

God , you’re a very sorry ass country you know.

There and back again

The inception of every fest begins with a random, sporadic idea. It maybe the world’s most novel reaping, or it just might be a time and tried boring routine. But the fact remains, nothing can be worked on unless a direction is given, and for Spring Spree ’11 that was what I like to call the “Renaissance Spark”. The beftting tribute paid to the 25th edition of something a lot of us personally came to cherish over these 4 years.

 

A complete remodelling of the Spree Design. Credibility never really wasn’t our forte and gaining some would have been one huge leap for Spree-kind. Everything started off as usually, mellow and scheduled. Events and lists and more excel sheets and then we gradutaed onto Powerpoint presentations and then on-stage gigs and what not. Marketing Spree in a technical college comes with its fair shares of raised eyebrows and sarcastic humour too. So what better way to beat the irony, if not by publicising Spring Spree- bang in the middle of our technical fest. The impact was well dealt. Our Renaissance was beginning to affect.

 

It was sincerely a deepest effort from our side to get the mob swaying, because we had indeed realised that the mob rules the roost and if that much is impressed by our slapstick humour and unbashed fooling around, we gain ground like none other. So ended the premise of Project Renaissance.

 

Soon the wheels were in motion, everyone was running around and doing things necessary, unnecessary, writing blogs, making posters, striking deals, un-striking deals, haggling, calculating…in the end slowly realising the big picture that was to be finally Spring Spree ’11.

 

Flash-Forwarding nearly a month to Spree, there were roadblocks. The Gods do not look on you too kindly when you bring a Pakistani band down on Indian soil, and the bureaucrats back there made sure our life was one visa-awaiting nightmare. Moreover, the tensions in and around our dear town of Warangal, had us almost derailed from Project Spree. After some real show of support from a lot of people, Spree rebooted in all its glory. But no, the visas had yet not arrived.

 

We hit snags, a lot of them, some of them at the most unexpected times, but we made it through in the end. And come March 11, 12 and 13…Spree ’11 created Renaissance and on the road to it broke a world record, had a National award winner perform, brought Paintball to Warangal for the first time and  re- incarnated the Hip-Hop movement in the heart of Warangal.

 

Yes, we are still sad Noori didnt make it, such things don’t go away easily, but as the Spree Tee proclaims out loud “Lite Teesko”, we aren’t done yet. There will be more Sprees, given the world doesnt end in 2012 and Noori is always welcome. Till then, this is Team Spree ’11 signing off.

 

Spring Spree is not about staying in your comfort zones and organising a cultural get-together. Today we celebrate our never say die spirit by daring to dream and then having the audacity to realise them.

 

Relive. Rewind and Renaissance ever more.

 

Echo

This is the last message being transmitted by the race of Ra. We have co-existed with the Autams for over 4 millenia. But no more, with the war that waged under the throes of darkness and behind moons and across galaxies finally has gotten to the mother planets. It was then that we courted our own destruction.

All is over. Only the blackbox from Woebringer-34 remains as the last shard of evidence that our races once existed at all. This is a message sent to the vast infinity of space. Hear us, and know that two great races once lived, fought and tore themselves apart and all their knowledge lost

Transmission Complete

Cap. Hedger dated 70-89-009

Dying Jobs make me Jobless

Why is this post written? Yep, I just wanted to put something up. Even as I type, I realise this is utter and complete bullshit but I just can’t really stop myself. I was googling Steve Jobs when I saw my Microsoft-fanboy-pal’s facebook page and imagined the look of glee on his face when he heard Jobs is gonna snuff it, and one thing led to another and I ended up discovering that Lucasfilm computer graphics studios and Pixar were one and the same thing.

Imagine, Darth Vader and Wall-E like shared the same ideology or the same animation-thingies they use in there…almost like they might have been brothers. Respect \m/

Though of course that’s besides the point. Jobs is still believe it or not dying. Suddenly out of some dormant curiosity, I immediately start googling pancreatic cancer. Very painful affair, and oh yeah…apparently you lose your buttocks due to muscle degeneration. My music sense kicks in from I-dont-know-where and I start playing Atif Aslam’s latest track from F.A.L.T.U. God knows why they named it like that.

But then again, Jobs is still dying and I am still blogging. He doesnt have a philanthropic wing for Apple Inc. it seems and he’s pretty much an egomaniac by the sound of his personality.

Divine retribution for defaulted charity is getting your ass muscularly degenerated?
If there is a usage in the English language of the sort

Revolution is a bird!

Revolution my friends begins with a tweet. All you have to do is viral an idea and the resilient parasite that it is takes care of the rest. Such was the power of social networking that they’ve already got governments down, haughty celebrities to their knees and some crazy-ass publicity for some of the less than confident big budget movies.

The power truly lies with the people now. But when the mob controls the proceedings, things generally go haywire at double the rate. Well, there’s so much more to say and write, but guess I’ll be the mute spectator for this once.

P.s. My tweets and Fb statuses are clean, just in case someone’s shoving the patriot act up my ass.