Generally_Speaking

A Date with Jo

2006-08-09T16:25:00.000+05:30

I went to the restaurant early, wanting to arrive there before she did. I had chosen the restaurant with care, ensuring that the ambience was appropriate for our first date. Dim lighting, subdued colours, pretty and well mannered waitresses.

We had met only in the virtual world, she contacted me after checking out my profile on a dating website. I had spent a lot of time on my profile, putting in much thought on what aspects of my personality I should highlight to get the most attention from other female members of that website.

A little bit about myself - Tall with a great body, if I may say so myself, Wavy hair, dark brown eyes. Women say I am handsome, I personally think that even though I don't have Tom Cruise-ish looks, I am still head and shoulders above the average joe on the street. My smile is a killer I am told by others. The secret of my success with the fairer sex? Simple - I have a great sense of humour and of course I am a great listener. What do I do for a living? I am a Travelling Sales Man who is currently in Cincinnati. My online name is Jacques T. Défonceuse and I specialize in Kitchen Equipment.

A little bit about her - The picture she had sent me was frustatingly unclear, but I could make out the basics - She was a brunette, with emerald green eyes, fair and was quite pretty even though I wouldn't call her drop dead gorgeous. Her name was Jocelyn, but in her first email she had asked me to call her Jo. Our emails had initially been quite hesitant, probing gently for information about each other. After a couple of months we had become comfortable enough to speak to each other on the phones. We had pretty intent discussions about all topics under the sun. She was 23 years old, a secretary at a Financial Firm. However, she was erudite, well read and currently between relationships which of course made her situation perfect for me to move in. Her break up had been pretty traumatic. She had gone out for six months with this guy who was one of her bosses. Pretty soon, she realized that all he was interested in was to make her spy on one of his colleagues. That put her off him to a large extent. The clincher was his turning up unnanounced at her doorstep at 11:00 PM, with a skimpily dressed blonde who could barely walk straight. He wanted a menage a trois right there and then. It was only with much difficulty that she managed to get rid of the two of them, eventually having to call the apartment security to evict them from the building.

Since then, she had to endure his caustic comments at work, which made her determined never to mix work with pleasure.

She said that I was like a breath of fresh air to her. According to her, I seemed gentle, kind, non-judgemental and supportive. Finally after three more months of tele-conversations, we finally decided to meet up. Which of course brings me back to the opening lines of this journal.

I took a seat at the table nearest the window, which would give me a chance to see her as she walked in, and asked the waiter for a whisky with a couple of ice cubes. After fifteen minutes, I saw her approaching the restaurant. As she walked in the door, she looked around a bit before she finally saw me and her face lit up. She was a vision to behold. around 5'8", curly hair, wearing a bright red evening dress which hugged her tight in the appropriate places.

" Jacques!" she said, "How are you?"

"I am fine. Its good to finally see you Jo."

"You look great!"

"Thanks", I said, " To be honest, you look a lot more scrumptious in person yourself"

She blushed slightly and smiled at my remark, then walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I inhaled her perfume which was quite heady.

Both of us sat down and ordered our meal. Ravioli with Cherry Tomatoes and Cheese as a starter; The Grilled Chicken Breasts with Asparagus, Fettucine and Maltaise Cream as main course was exquisite as was the Chianti which we took to accompany it. The conversation was scintillating, the sparks flying between us as time went by. Before we knew it, it was time for dessert. We had Strawberries Flambeed in Vodka with Hot Ice Cream. By the time we had finished, we were quite full and had to rest for another fifteen minutes before we could walk back. Not that we minded, we were lost in each other's company.

One thing lead to another and before we knew it, we were at the door of her apartment.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" She murmured to me glancing up at me.

"Of course", I said, smiling to myself. This was turning out to be easier than I expected.

As soon as she shut the door, I drew her towards me and crushed her to me, kissing her hard. After a minute she came up for breath, panting slightly.

"Jacques...please don't think that I am the kind of girl who is easy."

"Of course not Jo, I would not presume to judge you like that. Besides...doesn't this seem natural?"

"Yes it does...it's as if I've know you from a previous life".

I slowly undressed her, teasing and tantalising her by my slowness. I wet my finger and traced the outline of her jaw, then slowly nibbled on her earlobe. Taking her brassiere off, I circled her erect nipples with my finger before taking one of them in my mouth. I sucked it hard, and she responded with a sigh, arching her back towards me.

"Jacques", she whispered, "Take off your clothes, I want to feel you against me".

I obliged her, slowly peeling the shirt and trousers from my body, dropping them on the floor.

Her eyes feasted on me hungrily as if she was ready to devour me there and then. I took her in my arms and we had what can be described as wild maniacal sex.

After both of us were satiated, she fell back against the bed, exhausted.

"Jacques...you were marvellous. Believe it or not, I have never had such a wonderful experience before".

"Jo, this is nothing compared to what will come later on, this was just an appetiser."

She smiled at me, her eyes misting over with sleep.

After ten minutes, after I was sure that she was asleep, I got off the bed stealthily. I picked up my trousers and reached into the pocket, taking out something.

It was an expandible knife, one of the tools of my trade. Opening it, I extended it to its full length and stood over Jocelyn. I shook her shoulder gently and she stirred in her sleep. Shaking her more roughly, I managed to wake her up, her eyes clouded with confusion turning into horror when she saw me standing over her with that knife.

"J-J-J-a-acques, what is wrong?" She whimpered...they always do when my victims realize that they've made a major miscalculation.

I didn't bother to say anything as I plunged the knife into her belly and then went on to stab her in exactly twenty two more places on her body. Why twenty two? Just a superstition you can say, after all, she was my twenty second victim.

I then went to her bathroom and took a leisurely shower, cleaning myself. Dressing afterwards, I went out of the building. Since it was after midnight, the security guard was fast asleep.

As I walked out into the dark, I congratulated myself on checking up on Jocelyn's lack of experience of foreign cultures and languages. After all, I pose as a French man online and that adds to the initial charm. French men are supposed to be great lovers, which I am of course. My french is definitely better than what Jocelyn's was.

After all, the online name I used was Jacques T. Défonceuse: which can be roughly translated to Jack T. Ripper.

Memoirs of World Cup Audience Participation

2006-06-21T18:58:00.000+05:30

While watching the glorious scantily clad female fans during the ongoing world cup matches, I had a flashback to a incident of Audience Participation that I had the good fortune to see during the World Cup held 8 years ago.

The Scene: My uncle's drawing room where my Uncle, Aunt and I were watching a Brazil match against an inconsequential team.

The Background: My Uncle was and is football crazy, my aunt indulged him during the one month by graciously giving up the TV set for his vicarious football watching pleasure. I, though not as ardent a fan as my uncle, was just starting to get into the sport, partly because of the magnificent game and partly because during my hormone filled teenage years, I had recently realised that the acres of female flesh shown on channels such as TB6 (remember that channel anybody?) and FTV, were also on view during the world cup, albeit to a lesser extent. I am of course referring to a period when Cable TV had just about started to make an inroad into India and before the strict censorship policies of the government had started. Ah...sometimes I really do miss those days, when one was guaranteed at least three truly "A-Dult" late night movies a week by cable channels.

The Timing: Half Time of the match, my uncle and I were disecting the match and discussing the prospects of the brazilian team in the world cup. My aunt had just brought us some tea and snacks and was sitting with us.

The Incident: The camera started panning across the crowd and I had one eye on my uncle and another eye on the TV screen. It zoomed into a group of brightly clad (unclad?) Brazilian Fans who were dancing away. I vividly remember my aunt laughing and saying that these fans are truly crazy. Little did she know that she hadn't seen nothin' yet. The camera zoomed into two guys and a girl who were dancing away and the commentator was also saying something about the exuberance of the fans. All of a sudden, without any warning, the girl took off her sweatshirt and her bikini top in a jiffy (To date, I still maintain that her speed and dexterity in doing it was analogous to the speed and dexterity of Maradona's hand of God goal) and stood up proudly jiggling her magnificent mammaries from one side to another while the two guys with her were cheering her on.

The Aftermath: The commentator himself seemed to be zapped as there was complete pin-drop silence for a good minute from his end; out of the corner of my eye, I watched my aunt going red and she hurriedly got up and started to go out of the room. Observing her discomfiture, I deliberately called out to her and started to talk to her about dinner that night. She was extremely embarassed and mumbled something out and I had a real difficult time keeping a straight face. There was no comments about the game or anything else by my normally loquacious uncle who watched out the rest of the game in complete silence.

All in all, a very memorable incident of world cup audience participation

Simple Exercises

2006-06-17T21:31:00.000+05:30

If you don't want to overexert yourself while exercising, then

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Thank God for the virtual world

2006-06-17T21:02:00.000+05:30

I’ve had a severe case of the Blues for the last few days guess that is why I haven’t been posting as much as I would have liked to. Also, I have been busy immersed in TV watching the Football world cup. Vicariously living the glories of fleet footed footballers from around the world seems to have made me lazier than usual. So far, I have restricted myself to watching just the 6:30 and 9:30 PM matches, saving myself for the knock-out stages when I’ll have to try my best not to fall asleep later at night.

Today I have also been able to get the old family Television in my room, courtesy my being able to convince my parents to buy a new one for themselves. All I have left to do is get a cable connection in my room and I am gonna be shouting GOOOAAALLL along with the commentators.

Coming back to getting the blues. Anybody wonder why they happen and what is the best way to get out of a case of mild depression for no rhyme and reason? I mean, there have been many times in my life when I have sunk deep into the quagmire of pessimistic thinking even though there doesn’t seem to be any reason for it. These periods seem to last for an indeterminate length of time and all of a sudden lo and behold I am my normal cheery self again!

I was feeling pretty low an hour ago, then I decided to come back to my blog and read some blogs of other denizens of the blogosphere. Reading about the raves, rants and experiences of other people snapped me out of this weird mood. As I mentioned in the heading of this post, thank god for the virtual world.

Of course, I have found that the best cure for something like this is music….non stop.

Do you occasionally suffer from the blues for no logical reason? If yes, how do you overcome it?

For a second

2006-06-17T20:28:00.000+05:30

My heart stopped.

Guess Why?

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Thought Provoking Article on Reservation

2006-06-08T14:33:00.000+05:30

Extremely Thought Provoking Article

Travails of a bachelor

2006-06-04T22:36:00.000+05:30

A couple of weeks ago, I read a rather interesting blog post about the experiences of the author who was of marriageable age. She wrote rather eloquently about how she kept into bumping into family friends and relatives who used to keep on trying to patch her up with their sons. You can read about her experiences here

Little did I know that soon afterwards, I would experience something similar, only in my case instead of a son, it happened to be the parents of a girl of a marriageable age. I was staying in a hotel with my family and we happened to come across some aspiring parents in law. The girl in question was comely, articulate, probashi bangali doing her graduate studies in a renowned college in New Delhi. The father was high up in the echelons of a well known multinational firm and the mother was an erudite housewife with a lot of interests in social service and kitty parties.

Before I knew it, the lady had struck up an aquaintance with my mom and lo behold, before the day ended, they were chatting together like long lost friends. During dinner, the lady had inveigled herself on our dining table and was talking away nine to the dozen with my parents. As soon as I was introduced to her, I noticed her sizing me up with a gleam in her eyes, which clearly said: "A-ha, this guy will be a fabulous catch for my daughter". I was on the defensive having seen those gleams in the eyes of a lot of aunts and grandmothers at weddings and other social occasions. But obviously, I had to make polite conversation with her, answering her over inquisitive queries about what I did for a living, what I had studied etc. etc. I tried my best to portray myself in as unflattering a way as possible, but I wasn't able to dissuade her in the least. In fact, after ten minutes, her husband and her daughter came to have dinner and without so much as a by-your-leave, the lady promptly asked them to join us at our dining table. At this stage, I exchanged a glance with my dad, who smiled at me, having caught on to the lady's un-subtle plan.

Anyhow, dinner was a major painful affair for me, since I was constantly being grilled by the lady who had completely forgotten about my mom at this stage. She also introduced her daughter to me and us (in that order) and started singing praises of the girl's culinary and singing skills. I looked askance at the girl and frankly, she seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with the situation.

After dinner, I quickly excused myself and went back to our room before my parents and the wannabee in-law's family, berating my luck for having had such an exhilirating dinner companion. Afterwards, I made it a point to have a long chat with my mom telling her that I had no intention of tying the knot at this point of my life and she should be wary of the lady, since had pretty vested interests in striking up the aquaintance with us.

Next day, we left the hotel and I breathed a sigh of relief, but to my dismay, I found out from my mom that she had given our phone number away to the lady!

Now, I am really apprehensive of them calling us up and trying to get hold of me. Any suggestions about how I should tackle her in case of such a situation happening?

An Affair To Remember

2006-05-31T16:34:00.000+05:30

Affair...what affair?

My love affair with my iPod of course

Yes...it is even better than I had imagined. After I sat through a couple of nights faithfully setting up my iPod and getting the CD content's of most of my relatives onto the said gizmo, I actually tried to decipher how it works.

Actually it is so simple that even my grandmom can operate it. There is something called a "Click-Wheel" on which you caress your finger in a clockwise or anti-clockwise motion to access the menu. It is so user friendly that it took me 15 minutes to figure out how it works. Plus, once it is loaded with songs, then you can play around with it to your heart's content. I personally like the "shuffle" option the best which shuffles all the songs in the iPod so that it plays in a random order. Listening to Eine Kline Nacht first, then listening to "Amar Bela Je Jai" and after that "Ek Ladki Bhigi Bhagi Si" is a heady combination.

It is unbelievably small and is extremely light. In fact, my main worry is not sitting on it by mistake! And the sound...the sound...the sound...is simply heaven.

The main problem is now that I have so many songs loaded on it, I am not able to listen to more than 10 at a time even though I have more than 300 on it.

I guess that I might just go on a vacation so that I can listen to all of the songs.

Oh...by the way, I just realized:those readers of this blog who have an iPod will know what I am talking about. Guess that the non-iPod owners will enjoy reading my description.

or not?

iPod Rocks!!!

2006-05-20T19:39:00.000+05:30

Today, finally managed to setup my new iPod Nano and let me tell all audiophiles reading this blog, if you haven't got one but can afford it, run out and get one.

Snazzy look, great sound, intuitive and user friendly controls. I am in love with it already.

Next plan is to get as many accessories for it as possible. Am going to be up all night loading my iPod with as many songs as I possibly can.

Yippie!

:)

Hair Raising Experience

2006-05-19T18:09:00.000+05:30

Just thought that I would post a rather hair raising experience I had a couple of days ago when I went to a barber shop. I sat in the sacrifical throne, shut my eyes and leaned back to relax. While musing about a lot of things, my attention was drawn to a strange sensation at my right elbow, and then after some time at my left elbow and then again at my right elbow.

I am sure some readers will jump to conclusions and start wondering whether I wield as heavy a cricket bat as a certain batting genius (Non-Indian readers of this blog, I am referring to "Sachin Tendulkar" who is the GOD of cricket, a game which resembles baseball). Let me reassure them that I was not in danger of developing Tennis Elbow while having a haircut. The truth was - wierder.

I opened my eyes and gathered myself and realized that something angular and hard was pressing my elbow. After much thinking and pondering and analysis of my situation I realized that the barber had a Hard-On.

While he was busily snipping away my locks, he was flitting from one side to another and pressing himself rather hard against me. The resultant effect was disconcertening to me to say the least.

(General Speaker allows readers a two minute break to finish ROTFLOL'ing)

There I was in a rather piquant situation with half my hair cut and a rather hard and prominent part of another male's anatomy digging into parts of my body. I was not in a position to walk away. Also what was I supposed to say to a male barber who gets turned on by cutting other people's hair ( and that too hair on the head!). All I could do was try to edge away from the offending extremity without giving the impression that I was trying to bring him off! He had no problems cutting my hair because as you can guess, they were all standing on end.

Suffice to say, I was rather glad when he finished his job (cutting my hair that is, nothing else I assure you), I paid up and practically ran out of the shop!

Now, while I am not homophobic, this was a bit too much to digest, as I am definitely heterosexual.

What I am curious about is whether any other reader has had such an experience? Male/Female/Same-Sex? How does one handle such a situation?

Why Girls are better off with Geek Guys

2006-05-18T05:15:00.000+05:30

Funny link! Check it out and let me know if you agree.

Rabindra Jayanti

2006-05-09T22:52:00.000+05:30

Today is a very important day in the hearts of any true bengali. Even though I have spent most of my time outside Bengal, ever since I was a kid, Rabindra Nath Tagore's lyrical songs never failed to stir me. In my opinion, he was the last true geniuses that Bengal has produced. All his songs stir some chord or another in the heart of a Bengali.

It is indeed a pity that Bengal has not yet produced another genius like him, but then, he is truly unique. I think that he was the first asian winner of the Nobel Prize and the source of livelihood to the many exponents of his music.

I was reading the newspapers today and read about a major Bengali Singer who said that he is eternally grateful to Tagore because he earns his living from his renditions of Tagore's Songs.

Having gone to Santiniketan a couple of times, it is one of my great regrets that I didn't spend any time studying there.

For non-Bengali readers of this Post, do feel free to browse the following:

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and

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also

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Nobel Prize Link

Wikipedia Link

Casablanca anyone?

2006-05-06T15:54:00.000+05:30

I have lost count of the times I have seen this movie. If you haven't seen it, go check it out. If you have and like the movie, then you will love this site.

Casablanca

Petition against Reservation in Colleges

2006-04-28T01:29:00.000+05:30

If any readers are interested in signing an online petition against reservation in indian colleges. Click on this link and pass the word

Grocery Bags and Panties

2006-04-27T20:28:00.000+05:30

Grocery Bags and Panties always let me down
(Sung to the tune of Rainydays and Mondays always get me down)

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Warning for all prurient readers of this blog. There is no nudity in these photos.

Who is a friend?

2006-04-27T13:16:00.000+05:30

"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." -- Bernard Meltzer.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.-- Walter Winchell

A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway. -- Fr. Jerome Cummings

What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. -- Aristotle

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.-- Albert Camus

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief.-- Swedish proverb

"Friendship is Love without his wings!"
-- Lord Byron (1806)

"We do not so much need the help of our friends as the confidence of their help in need."
-- Epicurus (3rd century B.C.)

"Friends show their love in times of trouble..."
-- Euripides (408 B.C.)

"My friend is he who will tell me my faults in private."
-- Solomon Ibn Gabirol

"A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else." -- Len Wein

It's the ones you can call up at 4:00 a.m. that really matter.-- Marlene Dietrich

True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation. -- George Washington

A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your success!-- Doug Larson

A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else. -- Len Wein

Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends. -- Czech. Proverb

Friendship is to be purchased only by friendship. A man may have authority over others, but he can never have their hearts but by giving his own. -- Thomas Wilson

Cute Friendship Quotes :

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Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
* Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.
* Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.
* You can only go as far as you push.
* Actions speak louder than words.
* The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.
* Don't let the past hold you back; you're missing the good stuff.
* Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while, you might miss it.
* A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.
* If you think that the world means nothing, think again. You might mean the world to someone else.
* When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there
* True friendship never ends.
* Friends are forever.
* Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
* Don't frown. You never know who is falling in love with your smile.
* What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?
* NOBODY IS PERFECT UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM. (Isn't that the truth?)
* Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
* Most people walk in and out of you life. But only friends leave footprints in your heart.

What is Stumbling you said?

2006-04-19T09:34:00.000+05:30

You mean that you haven't heard of the latest rage sweeping the world wide web???

Maan...you dont know what you are missing!

Check out my stumbles at:

My Stumble Page

Trust me...you'll get hooked.

Have you discovered "Stumble Upon" yet???

2006-04-18T11:49:00.000+05:30

My Ode to SU
(With Due Apologies to Paul & Art)

Chorus:
keep stumbling away, keep stumbling away
You know the nearer your deadline, the more you keep stumbling away

Whoah and I know a man, he came from my hometown
He wore his passion for the internet like a thorny crown
He said Stumbler... I live in fear
My love for SU is so overpowering, I'm afraid that I will disappear

Chorus

I know a woman, (who) became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said a good day ain't got no meetings
She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed
And I think of things that might have been
instead of sleeping I should have been stumbling away

Chorus

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
only to see his boy could not talk as he was too busy stumblin'
So he went home and started stumbling again

Chorus

Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The information's available to the stumbling man
We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the e- highway, when in fact we're just stumbling away

Chorus repeats 2x

What is my Life Past Number?

2006-04-18T09:32:00.000+05:30

Your Life Path Number is 9

Your purpose in life is to make the world better
You are very socially conscious and a total idealist.
You think there are many things wrong with the world, and you want to fix them.
You have a big idea of how to world could be, and you'll sacrifice almost anything to work towards this dream.
In love, you can easily see the beauty in someone else. And you never cling too tightly.
You are capable of great love, but it's hard for you to focus your love on one person or relationship.

You have a lot of outward focus, and you tend to blame the world for your failures.

You are often disappointed by the realities of life - it's hard for you to accept the shortcomings of the world.

What Is Your Life Path Number?

Am I a nerd or a computer geek?

2006-04-18T05:56:00.000+05:30

Am I a loser???

2006-04-18T05:43:00.000+05:30

Adventures in setting up a blog part III

2006-04-17T23:28:00.000+05:30

Finally managed to get a better blog counter which actually counts unique visitors instead of page hits...maybe my next change will be to incorporate both unique visitors as well as total page hits.

Hmmm....choices...choices...choices!!!

I should be more selfish...or should I?

2006-04-17T23:21:00.000+05:30

You Are 42% Selfish

You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it's in the best interests of those involved.
But you're no pushover. If something is important to you, you'll get it!

How Selfish Are You?

Busy...Busy...Busy

2006-04-17T22:32:00.000+05:30

Having really busy days and nights since I posted last...at this point in time, I have so much to do that at times the only way I can tune out is by tuning in to music and either blogging or stumbling. So I figured that I would do a bit of both and then get back to what I have on my plate.

Ever wondered why a day only has 24 hours and one has to sleep at least 6-8 hours of them? I have a lot of times. Right now is one of them.

Here is my list of stuff to do yesterday:

a) Set up my new iPod Nano
b) Look up the difference between digital and analog cameras(SLR) and decide which one to buy
c) Tinker with this blog's settings
d) Check out a lot of pages on the internet which I have downloaded and stumbled upon
e) Read at least 5 magazines which I bought in the last week
f) Set up my new iPod Nano
g) Download some music from the net
h) Rip some of my CD's to my hard disk
i) Start my morning walks and exercises
j) Lose some weight
k) Set up my new iPod Nano
l) Finish reading at least 8 books which I bought a month ago
m) Answer emails of bloggers and stumblers who I am in touch with
n) Read the last 3 days newspapers
o) Answer my personal and work related emails
p) Set up my new iPod Nano

So...I guess that I will set up my new iPod Nano. As you can guess...I am a bit excited about it
:)

Laters...

Firefox Rocks!!!

2006-04-15T19:13:00.000+05:30

Check out this cool advert about firefox...it is going to really make IE explode in no time.

If you haven't got it yet, then click on the button on my sidebar and get it...you wont regret it.

Funny Video

2006-04-15T18:49:00.000+05:30

Check it out...

What sort of a writer should I be?

2006-04-15T18:04:00.000+05:30

Fits me to a t :)

You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer

Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.

And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.

Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...

Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Adventures in setting up a blog part II

2006-04-15T12:32:00.000+05:30

Got a simple free blog counter for the moment and activated it. The only problem seems to be that my own page views are being counted as a hit and there is an irritating promotional link at the bottom. Oh well...I guess that if it is free, have to consider the fact that they have to earn money too.

Also I got Clustrmaps from another fellow blogger (bloggie? Anybody know the feminine gender of a blogger?) and it is supposed to generate automaps of visitors.

Will update my blog with some more tools and do some structural changes shortly.

Adventures in setting up a blog part I

2006-04-14T23:12:00.000+05:30

Spent quite a bit of time playing around with setting up this blog. Chose a standard template, then played around a bit with the HTML. Have added a button on the side which will allow visitors to put their location on the map. Then signed up with Google Adsense and Google Adwords which will allow visitors to do their google searches on this page itself. Finally, I am a big follower of firefox which is the best web browser in the world right now, regardless of what Microsoft may think. If you haven't checked out firefox yet, do click on the button on the left sidebar and get it.

Will do a bit more of tinkering over the weekend and then will start posting in earnest from monday. For visitors to this blog...feel free to browse around and leave your comments. Your feedback is much appreciated.

Quotes by Richard Bach

2006-04-14T10:02:00.000+05:30

Richard Bach's Quotes

You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self.

Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain
you don't have anything to learn from them.

You're always free to change your mind
and choose a different future, or a different past.