Friday, March 23, 2007

Location: A conf room
Occasion: An engineering meeting to discuss architecture for the next generation of our product.

Person 1: yada, yada, ...
Person 2: So, yada, yada ...
Person 3: Re-architecture is costly. So, when we do re-architecture, we must make sure that we don't need to do another one for at least five to ten years. Let's design our schema in such a way.

Person[4-6] nod their head vigorously in agreement. Person 2 had a hearty laugh, excused himself and walked out.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Random crib

You indhi boy, listen up. Transliteration rules aren't sacrosanct. There're no universal rules driving the shining path of transliteration. They're driven by local inculcations, and yours is as funny(and illogical) as the other one that you find funny.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

After much soul-searching, I realised what made my life fall short of quintessential completeness - a farewell kiss.

It all makes sense now.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Yes, I consider Mr. and Mrs. Iyer as one of the most inanely overacted movies of the millennium. Do you have a problem?

Friday, March 09, 2007

Apocalypto reeks of racism

Opening quote: "A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within." — W. Durant

Need I say more? The opening line stopped short of swearing by "White man's burden".
Michael Crichton has something to say on why politicised science is dangerous.

What is he advocating - Separation of the lab and the state?

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Order of the day: Institutionalised spirit.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

I deserve nostalgia in full measure.

Remember the nostalgia of the old - gramaphone records and stained glass, fondly clearing layers of dust from the gramaphone record, each layer of dust signifying an excess of happiness, one ember of happiness for each track; running your hand over each track igniting the memories?

Listening to Geeta Dutt singing Meri Jaan on xmms is not the nostalgia I wanted.

An obituary and another one

Two deaths in a day - one very real, of existence; eighty nine years of it, of it, eighty years of a marriage; another very real too, this one of a relationship - a year of it, but of one that feels a lot longer, one that gave me much more than I could ever give back to it.

I can only wish it all works out for the best. Thanks for everything.