Sunday, October 30, 2005
Four days in festive Madras
Wanted: A loaded grenade launcher and an auto stand
I am pissed off, fuming, angry and exhausted. I wish that all the auto drivers in Madras drop dead and all potential auto drivers die of colon cancer. Those who survive the colon cancer, get bone marrow cancer and die a very painful death.
One auto-driver gave a moving story of oppression and the subsequent fight-back. More about this later.
My cousin is getting married, and the groom's family has asked for a huge dowry, and worse, my cousin's family is giving it. I feel like going to the marriage and puking on the dias. But then, I choose not to care
Internet Cafes in madras have this annoying policy of asking you to remove your footwear before entering the shop.
I am pissed off, fuming, angry and exhausted. I wish that all the auto drivers in Madras drop dead and all potential auto drivers die of colon cancer. Those who survive the colon cancer, get bone marrow cancer and die a very painful death.
One auto-driver gave a moving story of oppression and the subsequent fight-back. More about this later.
My cousin is getting married, and the groom's family has asked for a huge dowry, and worse, my cousin's family is giving it. I feel like going to the marriage and puking on the dias. But then, I choose not to care
Internet Cafes in madras have this annoying policy of asking you to remove your footwear before entering the shop.
Friday, October 28, 2005
A Story with a Moral
A well-known (animal) behavioural psychiatrist once conducted an experiment to understand the extent and impact of social co-operation.
He had seven monkeys in a cage. All the monkeys were well-behaved, toilet-trained, god-fearing, educated, moralistic, mylapore, sorry mozambique-born monkeys. The cage was two metres high and tied to the ceiling was a juicy banana.
Everytime one of the monkeys tried to reach the banana, all the monkeys were drenced in cold water by an external observer. Soon, the monkeys learnt that whenever you try to reach out for something up there, you get drenched, and whenever one of them tries to get smart, the others pulled him down, and soon none of the monkeys reached for the fruits above.
One day, one of the monkeys was replaced by a new monkey, and the water-thrower was fired. But, as expected, when this monkey tried to reach for the banana, everybody else pulled him down. Now, our new monkey did not know why, but in time, he got used to it.
Slowly, over time, the seven original inhabitants of the cage were replaced with the new monkeys and none of the monkeys let the others reach for higher things, even though they did not know why.
We all know the monkeys, don't we!
Source: Sundar
Time for dino lessons.

He had seven monkeys in a cage. All the monkeys were well-behaved, toilet-trained, god-fearing, educated, moralistic, mylapore, sorry mozambique-born monkeys. The cage was two metres high and tied to the ceiling was a juicy banana.
Everytime one of the monkeys tried to reach the banana, all the monkeys were drenced in cold water by an external observer. Soon, the monkeys learnt that whenever you try to reach out for something up there, you get drenched, and whenever one of them tries to get smart, the others pulled him down, and soon none of the monkeys reached for the fruits above.
One day, one of the monkeys was replaced by a new monkey, and the water-thrower was fired. But, as expected, when this monkey tried to reach for the banana, everybody else pulled him down. Now, our new monkey did not know why, but in time, he got used to it.
Slowly, over time, the seven original inhabitants of the cage were replaced with the new monkeys and none of the monkeys let the others reach for higher things, even though they did not know why.
We all know the monkeys, don't we!
Source: Sundar
Time for dino lessons.

Gallimimus
Meaning - Chicken-mimic. One of the most intelligent dinosaurs, and certainly one of the fastest
I wonder if it was as tasty.
Struthiomimus
Meaning Ostrich mimic
Nothing remarkable. The image shows a profile-comparison of an ostrich and a struthiomimus
Ornithomimus
Meaning Bird mimic.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Mylapore and penguins' sexual orientation
Sullivan mocks humanity's imposition of anthropo-centric morals on animal behaviour.
The keepers at Berlin’s Bremerhaven zoo were frustrated for years wondering why their penguin couples weren’t producing any eggs. After DNA testing they discovered that three of the five pairs had the avian equivalent of “civil partnerships”.
No word yet on progress. But German gay groups were outraged. How dare the zoo try to reprogram gays? “The central question is, are our penguins really gay or is it simply a lack of opportunity?” the zoo keeper told Der Spiegel. “The males have had the opportunity but haven’t done it.”
In New York’s Central Park zoo, a gay penguin marriage has even become literature. Roy and Silo were two male penguins who showed no interest in the females, appeared devoted to each other, built a nest together and at one point even found a pebble they decided to sit on.
On a related note, at the pterodactyl's house last night, I saw the the much-acclaimed Jungle book.Probably the best in the animated movies genre, after Ice Age and Hishomita, a japanese animated porn.
The keepers at Berlin’s Bremerhaven zoo were frustrated for years wondering why their penguin couples weren’t producing any eggs. After DNA testing they discovered that three of the five pairs had the avian equivalent of “civil partnerships”.
No word yet on progress. But German gay groups were outraged. How dare the zoo try to reprogram gays? “The central question is, are our penguins really gay or is it simply a lack of opportunity?” the zoo keeper told Der Spiegel. “The males have had the opportunity but haven’t done it.”
In New York’s Central Park zoo, a gay penguin marriage has even become literature. Roy and Silo were two male penguins who showed no interest in the females, appeared devoted to each other, built a nest together and at one point even found a pebble they decided to sit on.
On a related note, at the pterodactyl's house last night, I saw the the much-acclaimed Jungle book.Probably the best in the animated movies genre, after Ice Age and Hishomita, a japanese animated porn.
Last night, on my way back home, I happened to overhear this conversation
Ponna karai ethittu, paiyanu foreign-ukku amichutta namma kadamai mudinjadhu.
This man still hasn't understood human beings. Such a pity.
Ponna karai ethittu, paiyanu foreign-ukku amichutta namma kadamai mudinjadhu.
This man still hasn't understood human beings. Such a pity.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Invoke Führer, and lose the battle
One reason why I like the online world is because of the huge amount of free porn. Other reasons include dinosaurs and the fact that you can scorn at somebody online without seeing the other person's reaction.
Somewhere along the line comes the fact that the online world is so much unlike the real world.
"So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but
beyond that, I don't recommend it." - Bill Waterson
Personally, I don't agree with Bill. There is food, and there is sex. Other than that, I don't recommend the real world either.
Godwin's law is one example why the online world is so goddamned fascinating.
Godwin's law (also Godwin's rule of Nazi analogies) is an adage in Internet culture that was originated by Mike Godwin in 1990. The law states that:
As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1.
There is a tradition in many Usenet newsgroups that once such a comparison is made, the thread is over, and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever argument was in progress. Godwin's law thus practically guarantees the existence of an upper bound on thread length in those groups. Many people understand Godwin's law to mean this, although (as is clear from the statement of the law above) this is not the original formulation.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godwin's_law
Somewhere along the line comes the fact that the online world is so much unlike the real world.
"So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but
beyond that, I don't recommend it." - Bill Waterson
Personally, I don't agree with Bill. There is food, and there is sex. Other than that, I don't recommend the real world either.
Godwin's law is one example why the online world is so goddamned fascinating.
Godwin's law (also Godwin's rule of Nazi analogies) is an adage in Internet culture that was originated by Mike Godwin in 1990. The law states that:
As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1.
There is a tradition in many Usenet newsgroups that once such a comparison is made, the thread is over, and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever argument was in progress. Godwin's law thus practically guarantees the existence of an upper bound on thread length in those groups. Many people understand Godwin's law to mean this, although (as is clear from the statement of the law above) this is not the original formulation.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Godwin's_law
In search of the elusive indian root.
It is "finding the roots" time again. Every year in November, India goes mad searching its roots. Men, women and children from all parts of the country single-mindedly throw themselves at the noble cause of root-digging.
Today is ethnic-wear day in my company, and someone composed a poem that says
Let's get back to our roots
We are all Indian offshoots
Sounds creepy to me.
Every year people find their roots in November only to lose it again. And the hunt spills over to the next year.
Today is ethnic-wear day in my company, and someone composed a poem that says
Let's get back to our roots
We are all Indian offshoots
Sounds creepy to me.
Every year people find their roots in November only to lose it again. And the hunt spills over to the next year.
Kid's play
My friend's daughter turned three last week, and her dad gave her a few books on dinosaurs. Despite my in-toto aversion to kids, I was amazed when she claimed that she was a pterodactyl and went on to let out a barrage of dinosaur species names, a few of which I never knew existed.
Man, I am impressed, considering the fact that my first words were appa, amma, when I was three!
Man, I am impressed, considering the fact that my first words were appa, amma, when I was three!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Bangalore biological reserve

This was on Old Madras road after yesterday's rains.
This guy has acquired interesting skills.
Nuke Myalapore Campaign - II

Nuke Mylapore
Many many people have questioned my rationale behind my nuking mylapore. I strongly feel that an act as benevolent as this one doesn't need reasoning. Like Kamal said in Nayakan - Naalu perukku nalladhu nadandha thappillai. Who are the four people - me, and there would be three more people for sure.
If this reason isn't good enough, here are a few more:
- The sheer capillary-mindedness of most of the mylaporeans
- Such capillary-minded people's views on what is right and what is wrong makes me puke all over their cultured asses. Over time, I have come to make a generalisation, a false one at that, that mylaporeans are a bunch of prude, cynical, pot-bellied people who take pride in their pot-bellied genetically-restrictriced pedigree. So? sue me!
Now, that isn't fair. Most mylaporeans I know are cheerful young liberals, a tad too idealistic, but very very agreeable.
I grew up in Mambalam, a lower-middle class water-starved tambram locality united by moderate povertyof the eighties, and I hated the rich snobs from Mylapore, especially those that went for tennis classes and swimming classes in summer. Those high society children from P.S. Senior secondary school who used to talk about the cricket coaching classes in school were my childhood's bete noire The clean sweeping roads where children played cricket with tennis balls in mylapore were in sharp contrast to the narrow, dirty and crowded lanes where i played with rubber balls.
Gradually, after sporting interests gave way to more prurient adolescent pursuits, my obsessive hatred of tennis-ball clad mylapore bourgeoiese faded away to obscurity, i.e. until recently
The conservative views of an uneducated man from Tanjavur on culture, philosophy and life are understandable(no condescension here).The same views coming from an educated 40 year old mama makes you wonder if these things are for real.
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