Monthly Archives: March 2006

Pig

I don’t know how to introduce this. Anyway, why don’t you just read on?

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§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:36):

anyway, there was once a dog named boo

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:39):

did u 4get to signoff or something?

SagYer! says (00:40):

no no

SagYer! says (00:40):

yeah….. me n u n a dog named boo

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):

no

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):

not me

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):

and not u

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:40):

just the dog named boo

SagYer! says (00:41):

ok…. and what did he do?

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:41):

barked

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):

except nothing significant came out of his bark

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):

it was more like a baa

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):

the rk never made it

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):

hence they used to call him boobaa

SagYer! says (00:42):

oh.. so was it the outcome of a cross with a sheep?

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:42):

not really

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:43):

then it’d be a sheep-dog

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:43):

and mary would have major migranes

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:43):

migraines, I mean

SagYer! says (00:44):

mary had enough migraines with that lamb

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):

yes, it’s a pity

SagYer! says (00:44):

but the doctor was surely amazed

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):

if only she’d find a frog instead

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):

or the mid wife

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:44):

we won’t know

SagYer! says (00:44):

or had reallly long hair

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):

I never really understood

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):

what was the piggy doing on the railway line

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):

they don’t xactly pick up stones

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):

not their natural behaviour

SagYer! says (00:45):

true

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:45):

maybe he was under the influence of booze

SagYer! says (00:46):

still. why would it pick stones?

SagYer! says (00:46):

that too at the railway line?

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:46):

it’s answerable, if we put on our boots, and turn to mr. watson and mr. holmes

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:46):

pig sty had no stones

SagYer! says (00:46):

that would be just physical though

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:46):

so he went to the railway line

SagYer! says (00:47):

unless we invoke their spirits into us oc

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

because as a child

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

he was told

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

when u want stones, the railway line is the place to go

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

and then his peers forced him

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

to drink

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

and he had never drunk before

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

and when he did

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

he did not know how he shud feel

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:47):

so he thought, why not pick up some stones?

SagYer! says (00:47):

or prolly he did that just so that ppl would create a nursery rhyme out of it

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

naaa, that’s too straight forwar

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

and I don’t think he’d have that kind of intelligence

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

it’s not a dolphin

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

or a mouse

SagYer! says (00:48):

mouse?

SagYer! says (00:48):

h2g2?

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

why not?

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

if a pig was asked the answer

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:48):

he’d prolly reply 2

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

because they never really learn to count

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

beyond 2

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

of course, he could reply 1

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

but then that would be too cliched

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

since he already uses 1 a lot

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

but that has strange consequences

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:49):

they can never count if they have all their legs

SagYer! says (00:50):

i pig can count….

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):

so they go one, two, then one, two again

SagYer! says (00:50):

but it would be in unary i guess

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):

so they have two two legs

SagYer! says (00:50):

no… it would be 1 1 1 1 1 1

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):

it’s quite simplified for them

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):

six ones?

SagYer! says (00:50):

then it would be 1 1

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:50):

I don’t think I get that

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):

plus so many ones would be difficult to count

SagYer! says (00:51):

well a pig won’t really count all that much u know

SagYer! says (00:51):

n besides its unary

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):

no, if he were to count his legs in unary, it’s gonna take four unary counts

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):

and they won’t know four

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:51):

so that’s quite a problem I tell you

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

actually, all of this is making my head spin

SagYer! says (00:52):

the concept of four won’t really exist in unary for a pig

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

poor pig

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

he must have felt the same

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

and probably instead of heading to the nearest dump

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

he went to the railway line

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

and saw the stones

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

and he must have gone all hyper

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

seeing them for the first time

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:52):

all the folktales about stones

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

all the mom’s stories

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

all came flooding back, flashing by

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

totally mesmerized

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

and choo choo came along the train

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

but he would not…

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

rather

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

could not move

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

he was stuck

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:53):

the stones made him do that

SagYer! says (00:54):

thats the rhyme? i dun know the rhyme actually

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):

how can u not know the rhyme?

SagYer! says (00:54):

whats it called?

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):

piggy on the railway line, picking up stones, down came the engine and broke piggy’s bones

SagYer! says (00:54):

really?

SagYer! says (00:54):

din know

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):

ah said the piggy, that’s not fair. oh said the engine driver, I don’t care

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):

now that’s really strange

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:54):

what was the engine doing all alone on the railway track

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):

the driver must be drunk as well

SagYer! says (00:55):

ha ha

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):

taking the engine on a joy ride

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):

maybe the pig and the driver hooked up later on

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):

naaaa… don’t think that happened tho

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):

they were very rude to each other in their conversation

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:55):

so that can’t be happening

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

meanwhile no1 ever asked the engine what it wanted to do

SagYer! says (00:56):

hooked up? the poor piggy has broken bones

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

poor thing must have suffered some damage at the very least

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

but no

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

the evil engine driver would not stoop

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

er, stop

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

chugged the engine on and on

SagYer! says (00:56):

u never know

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:56):

into another nursery rhyme

SagYer! says (00:56):

he might’ve slammed the brakes

SagYer! says (00:57):

but he wasn’t quick enough

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):

hmmm

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):

that’s the worst part about rhymes

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):

they keep all the juicy details away from u

§ Hrishikesh | Whoa! says (00:57):

cheating

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Quickie Update

So, once again it’s that time: Quickie Updates!
 
First, the project is finally going somewhere… We changed two major components in our VoIP Phone, one being the microcontroller itself. The reason being that our earlier controller was not available in the DIP form factor, and therefore could not be used with a general purpose board, causing further delays. We slogged for about seven hours on that today, and will do it tomorrow as well! And the best part is, we probably did what we did till yesterday in one day, today…
 
Futurama… How do they make it so good? I just love the whacky one liners that they put below the starting logo / title!
 
Spoke to a friend after what’s not really a long time, but it was nice… Not telling you who, or what the topic of discussion was…
 
Basically these days, the very few last days in college all that I’m doing is attending a few lectures and practical sessions while whiling away most evenings with friends and the like… General TP. Waiting for it to get over and getting to Atos Origin.
 
French – We are in the process of setting up something with Alliance… If nothing, then prolly will join in after the semester… But every single fresher at AO-I seems to be doing French… So am wondering if I should go do German…
 
Anyway, see you all on the other side of this post!

The Best of 700 MB (English)

I hope you listen to music, because here’s a task for you:
 
Recommendations are now invited for the best of the best of the songs.
 
I’m compiling a Best of 700 MB CD-R that will have the all time favourites. Please limit the selection to English songs only. All genres are acceptable.
 
As a benefit to you, I’ll send over a copy if you spare me a CD. (Conditions apply: You must have officially bought a CD that has the songs. Yeah, right!)
 
Comment your recos away…

Talking to a Goldfish

[In case this post repeats, please drop me a mail. Blogger ate my earlier post. Naughty server, no doughnuts for you.]
 
Customary Note: Sorry about me not posting more frequently. Really. I wanted to. But then, the lazy module got hold of me, and well, you know the rest.
 
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Anyway, moving on: I’ve read somewhere about the conversations that go on between two goldfishes:
 
Goldfish1 (GF1): Hey there!
Goldfish2 (GF2): Hello! How do you do?
GF1: Fine, fine.
GF2: Hiya!
GF1: Oh, hello! Pleasant day, isn’t it?
GF2: Yes, very much.
GF1: Hola!
GF2: Hey, how do you do?
GF1: Very good, indeed!
GF2: Ahoy there!
GF1: Hey, nice to meet you.
 
You do get the idea by now, don’t you? I wonder how the goldfishes ever get any of their jobs done.
 
So, that’s one conversation I’ve been having. This yahoo! id I am chatting with goes hi and hello every second sentence. Probably because my response is delayed slightly more than 30 seconds, effectively resetting whatever two-bit internal counter they are using to store the time elapsed since I spoke to it last.
 
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And yes, this one is for all those who want tech-support from me:
 
One, you came to me, because I’m the expert.
Two, read one again.
Three, yes, read one again and again. Loop n times. Then loop (n+1) times. And then some more. How about one more time? Surely, you can do it once more…
 
So if you don’t want to follow what I’m telling you, don’t expect me to be all nice about it. There’s only so much on the frustrometer that you can go.

Torrents, Trains & Tomato Soup

Those who have been aboard the many inter-city trains from Mumbai to Pune (or vice versa) know about the tomato soup that is served piping hot from the pantry. Needless to say, this post is dedicated to that:
 
I had (or will have) the pleasure of travelling on all of the trains recently (Pragati to Pune on Friday, Indrayani back on Saturday, Intercity on Sunday, and the famous Deccan Queen on Monday) since I’ve been flip frogging from and to the twin towns this week end.
 
Friday was especially special (haha!) because the atmosphere was exactly like the monsoons. This is horrific to the many office-goers and students (heard about Bhavaspandan being postponed), but for me, going to Pune, it’s perfect. Because nothing beats a steady clip of the train to the background of pitter-patter rain drops, with the said steaming soup in one hand, other out of the window, freezing itself.
 
Yea, the torrential downpour. Read about that two days before, some weather report. The only said: mild changes of some scattered showers. Yeah, right. Mild. Scattered. Showers. Haha! It was more like… Well, you get the idea.
 
So there I was, enjoying my tomato soup in the Pragati Express, complete with croutons! But then, I realized that the soup isn’t the same! In fact, each of the three trains (yeah, yeah, I know there are four) have a different taste, texture and temperature, even though they all cost the same – Rs. 10/-!
 
Pragati: This one is slightly watery, but comes with croutons and masala. It’s just about the right temperature, and completely drinkable with no wait times. Eating the croutons is another matter altogether, there is no spoon, and if you keep them floating for four minutes (say), they’ll get heavier and slowly start sinking. Soon, you’ll have a problem: How the hell do you get them out of the paper cup?
 
Indrayani: Appears to be made from real tomatoes, and possibly because of that, no croutons here. Slightly hot for me, it comes with a rather healthy dash of powdered pepper. So much so, that after you drink it all, the last sip you’ll remember forever, because it will have all the pepper… Warning: Water needed! Pronto!
 
Intercity: I don’t quite know what prompted them to remove the pantry from this one, but that’s the way it is, and so the soup was a wee bit cold. Or maybe it had to do with my coach being towards the very beginning (which has it’s own advantages: like being able to listening to the traction motors of the WCAM3). Anyway, my throat had been decently screwed by this time, due to the many temperature changes, so I refused to have the croutons this time round. The soup was ok, but I was sleepy… Don’t quite recall how it was. Er, yea, sorry about that!
 
Deccan Queen: This one is the show stopper, for the best tomato soup can only be had here. In my early days, I remember drinking some out of a bowl, that too, al la cream, in the dining car. No such pleasures these days, but the soup still is wayyyyy better. It’s just perfect, and having one with the rains pouring places pretty much high on the list of things that one must absolutely do.
 
BTW, beware of the third-party soup sellers. This post does not endorse them at all! 😛
 
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100-brownie points award II:
A 100 brownie points to the first person who comments on the weird thing about this post. Trust me, it wasn’t intentional initially, but once I saw what was happening, I tried to play along. If no one gets it within a week, I’ll put up the answer myself. Keep watching this space!
 
What do 100-brownie points fetch you? A softy from one of the Macs.

Of Abstract Designs, Blogging and Business Strategies

This was supposed to be a blog only on abstract design, but I did not have enough material to make that post stand on it’s own… So here’s a (rather mediocre, I might add) bhel-puri:
 
Have you seen the abstract stuff that most web-site designers use? Take the arrows on this template for example. They might indicate that we are going somewhere, or whatever you might care to interpret them as… They are, in essence, abstract. Or consider those haphazardly arranged rectangles on some other blogger templates. They are wonderful, and some how in sync. The curves instead of sharp cuts on some pages are all that it takes to make a design appeal. And yet, they are quite unexplainable.
 
You can say that you love a design because of a particular element, but you can’t really justify why you love it, in particular. That’s probably the beauty of it. I feel deep within we all love enigmatic designs, and being abstract allows us to connect on that level. Many interpretations afford that, and good designers bank on it.
 
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I don’t have a focussed weblog. And I don’t know if I should make it into one. The dilemma I face is such: If I turn the blog into something that targets a specific area, I am virtually assured of the publicity. How? The blog is referred to by others who are interested in that specific domain. My energies are targeted into that specific direction, leading to better posts, and possibly more readers. Of course, I risk alienating my other readers, and make the blog non-personal. Which is against the principle of having a personal weblog in the first place.
 
As an alternative, I can go with two blogs… One focussing at something specific, and the other, quite random, like this one. Unfortunately, the available time is only so much, and that is a major constraint for a whole lot of things.
 
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I know of a web-hosting company that is entirely a Linux shop, partly because Linux is free and (relatively) cheaper. Which means that they only support stuff that runs on Linux, that is, non Microsoft stuff. This directly translates to: All those web designers who will be using the hosting services of this particular company, won’t be using any of Microsoft’s software and technologies to do their job. And that really hurts the big-shots at Microsoft. So what do they do?
 
They send over their marketing chaps to the hosting company with offers about discounted software that they can use to get some of the hosting share over to Windows… This is vendor lock-in… And Microsoft does it extremely well. Every single time. Almost.
 
How’s that for a business strategy?

A Sad Moment

I was going to write about this before, and now it can wait no more…
 
The topic I wanted to write about was my grandfather, who was fighting lung fibrosis… And how he had been reduced from a strong gentleman to a dependent man.
 
Today he left us all for the heavenly abode at 1330 IST.
 
In rememberance…