tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64667708498319946952024-03-14T03:11:17.344+11:00ASS On Fire Takes You Highercosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-4720666012442454042016-04-19T20:24:00.001+10:002016-04-19T20:26:25.470+10:00The people who loved food<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: medium;">These are the <b style="color: red;">Facts:</b></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: medium;">John and Jane were madly in love.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">The only thing that John and Jane loved more than each other was their common love for Food.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">John and Jane lived and worked in one of the newly built Megacity-Super Structures, where an Individual can spend their entire life time and never step out of the building.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">This is their <b style="color: red;">Fate:</b></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: medium;">One day John heard rumours about this amazing new restaurant who are pushing the boundaries of what culinary sciences could accomplish.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">So of course John and Jane decided that they should go and explore the restaurant.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">The only problem was that it was not situated in their own MegaCity.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">So John and Jane decided that they should hop on an Airplane to fly to the Megacity to eat at the Restaurant</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Is this <b><span style="color: red;">Fiction</span></b>?:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: medium;">It was a pleasant day when they boarded the plane and took off to go accomplish their dream.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">But their plane never landed, and they were never heard from again.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Rumours say that their was never any such flight which took off.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Rumours say that their was never any such MegaCity.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Rumours say that their was any such Restaurant.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Who Am I ?:</span></span></div>
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<li>Just a Rumour</li>
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-45260578800305747752015-12-28T17:20:00.000+11:002015-12-28T17:20:06.146+11:00Awesome Indo-Thai Chicken Recipe <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: medium;">So as you all know I was the finalist in the Australian version of Master-chef Australia. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Ohh wait.. Australia is where Master-chef started…. so does that mean that Aussies don’t need to say ‘Master-chef Australia' as it is the original version and every other country adopted it there after so everyone else other than people in Australia need to add the country name at the end of the show name in this case? But anyways, I digress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So yes, going back…Me .. chef…chicken…. cooking… Recipe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It all started one long weekend when on the last day of holiday I woke up late and felt really hungry, but it was already at that awkward time of the morning when you are no longer sure if it is time for breakfast or if you maybe possibly wait another 30 minutes its socially acceptable to call it lunch time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So as any responsible adult would, I made the choice and ignored both those choices and went out in search for a cup of coffee. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Which during the holiday season is a very difficult quest as all the usual cafes are closed and the only places open are things like *GASP* Starbucks (The evil overlords of the Coffee Empire).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I have heard that in Sydney if you are seen in a Starbucks and not a naturalized citizen you are deported for going against the proud Aussie Coffee Culture. Which may or may not be a myth but I wasn’t risking my neck to find out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So naturally I grabbed my trusty umbrella as Google said it might rain…. during Summer…( Yeah )</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Ohh wait.. have I told you about my awesome umbrella yet ? I think I have told everyone who has ever been in hearing distance of me about my umbrella but maybe not you. So last month I bought the Ferrari/Lamborghini/Rolls Royce of Umbrella’s , this thing has been wind tunnel tested to live through hurricane level winds and is certified to be used in case you have a parachute malfunction during skydiving and float down to the ground like Marry Freaking Poppins. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why is there a Ghost in this picture?</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">On the quest to find a cup of coffee there were many obstacles, namely people walking their really cute/awesome/fluffy dogs/pups. So after getting distracted and stopping every few feet by a Husky, a boxer, a Labra-something-doodle I finally found a café open and also managed to get lost as I had been walking blindly for quite some time listening to my Audio books.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Did I tell you about Audio books? Specially the ‘Harry Dresden’ series by ‘Jim Butcher’ I have been listening to? It is about a Wizard in Chicago who is a private investigator and helps his clients, cops, fairies, vampires, priests in their cases. He is what Sherlock Holmes would have been if Holmes was accepted into Hogwarts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">But anyways.. I digress… What were we talking about? Chicken something wasn’t it?</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-39365666471788623542013-09-01T19:01:00.000+10:002016-01-03T01:14:26.399+11:00Musafir<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">Restless: </span></b>Offering no physical or emotional rest; involving constant activity or motion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Different people define “Home” in different ways. For some Home is where you are born and brought up. For others Home is where your parents, your loved ones live. No matter where they would be in the world. Home is always something they can come back to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">But there are some like me who consider home as “Where I am”. No matter which city, state, country I am in, home for me is the place I go back to at the end of the day. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">This leads to some very confusing scenarios quite often, when people ask: “So when are you going home?” and I answer.. maybe in another 30 minutes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">They expect me to reply with a date/month of my next vacation when I would be going back to my family. But I end up telling them when I would be going back to the place which they consider as a house but I consider as “Home”.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />11 years ago, during my first few days on the Internet, I had ended up creating an Id called “cosmic_wanderer” a random name chosen without thinking much. And I still continue to use this id over different sites/forums/social networks. It stuck with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And I guess due to some reason it got stuck in my psyche as well.</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-32982450839175050082013-08-01T19:45:00.000+10:002013-08-01T19:45:09.012+10:00Rainbow Bridge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">On one side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-15926917774957540292013-05-10T19:18:00.000+10:002013-05-10T19:19:18.480+10:00Uncertain and Relative Food Objects<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Shrijeet Roy Choudhary: Can someone please explain.. On an All-India-Level what is a Phulka, Roti,Chapathi and Paratha..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Every few 100 Kms the definition completely changes..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Priyanka Roy Chaudhury: This question coming from Google Baba Shrijeet Roy Choudhary?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Shrijeet Roy Choudhary: Coz there is no right answer..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So what you made is not a Phulka.. Its like Einstein's Theory of Relativity and Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle combined into one object...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The name of the object you made is always uncertain and relative.</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-89932529301756407072013-05-05T19:07:00.000+10:002013-05-05T20:37:32.986+10:00Life is awful because Dragons are extinct<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: lime; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">print("Hello World!")</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">It has been a long time since we last met, a lot has changed since then. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: medium;">The human race has progressed into what some of them assume is the year 2013. <i>(Idiots)</i>.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Game of Thrones Season 4 is proving to be really Epic. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">I have started reading more of Ender's Adventures <i>(Before the movie comes out this year and spoils everything)</i>.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">I am working close to 12 hours everyday. <i>(Resulting in this blog being neglected)</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Winter is coming !! (The Aussie One, and not in Westeros)</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">But some other things remain the same, such as the ailments of the heart. So when one of my friends pinged me on IM today with a question:</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">(6:33:54 PM) Korean Friend: why is life soo swfulll</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(6:33:58 PM) </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Korean Friend</span><span style="font-size: medium;">: awfulll</span></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(6:33:59 PM) </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Korean Friend</span><span style="font-size: medium;">: *</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">(6:34:13 PM) Roy: All because Dragons have gone extinct</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">(6:34:20 PM) Roy: Scientifically Proven</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I blurted out a random response without thinking <i>(as usual)</i>. But then this response got me thinking, as to how <i>(if I wanted to)</i> would go about proving this wild response.<br /><br />So here goes nothing:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The world as we know it today is driven by data, statistics, logic and intelligence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We are all so engrossed in our small/big devices with screens trying to stay connected to the world, trying to find new forms of entertainment that we are losing out on the greatest source of entertainment that most of us carry with us all the time: "Our Imagination".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">There is very little room left in the modern world for wild imagination, flights of fancy and wishful thinking.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Example: If I want to bunk office tomorrow (being a Monday), I would not be able to make an excuse such as...err.. my Dragon had a cold so I took him to the vet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Or if I get late to an appointment: "Sorry, but there was a lot of traffic on the Dragon Freeway , so I had to fly all the way around Castle Black."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">If I did give such explanations I think I would then be able to permanently "Swipe-Out" from work and "Swipe-Into" a mental institution.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br />So you see even in this case,a reason with Dragons in them would eventually serve the purpose , but in a more..err.. permanent way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Very few of us are happy, we always crave for something, be it an object or a person. It might not be achievable in real life, but inside your head. Anything is possible !!!<br /><br />You need to master your imagination/thoughts and not become a slave. Just as you need to train your dragon, you need to train your imagination.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Feeling Sad - Think Happy Thoughts, Imagine funny scenarios, ignore the pain and suffering.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Stuck at Home - Why not take a fishing trip with your Dragon and so on ..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So you see life's has become so limited with Dragons not being around. Who knows what would be the endless possibilities if each of us had a dragon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">P.S. - As each Dragon is more of less a Walking/Flying WMD, their presence might also result in World peace with end to every war, (that or humans would destroy each other.)</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-6187607207795498892012-11-19T13:43:00.000+11:002012-11-19T13:43:11.177+11:00The force of Gravity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Gravity, defined by Wikipedia as: “A natural phenomenon by which physical bodies attract each other (with a force proportional to their masses).”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">That’s the scientific law, defined by scientists based on facts, logic, experimentation and observations. It holds true in the Physical world. No questions asked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">But what about the world which we weave in our minds, the world where laws of Physics don’t apply. A world where we fly in our dreams and fall in our nightmares.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">As evident by our dreams, in this imaginary world the force of gravity does not always hold true. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The same applies to the second part of the law: “<b><span style="color: red;">…physical bodies attract each other with a force proportional to their masses.</span></b>” </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">In this world conceived by our minds, it is not always necessary that to have the force of attraction there needs to be 2 physical entities which attract each other. (<i>And definitely not proportional to their masses</i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Often seen the force of attraction in our own worlds defies the laws of gravity and are only exerted from one entity to another with no force being exerted from the other end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The mind makes us believe that this law is tangible and hold true. But logic proves it otherwise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And when we defy our own logic and start believing in our imagination and perform actions in the physical world which are a direct consequence of the imaginary world’s beliefs and forces, it can lead to wonderful or horrible results.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">What am I talking about here? Mehh.. I don’t know.. You tell me if you figure it out.</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-24846412234818634302012-10-26T17:05:00.001+11:002012-10-26T17:05:35.052+11:005% - Thats all you have left<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">So as usual this post is straight from another one of my Emails. </span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">This time around to some of my colleagues/friends who are too lazy to go out on weekends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">(<i>Background Info: We are all approx. 27 Years old</i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Assuming that you live for 75 Years.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">You will have about 3910.714 weekends in your life to relax/enjoy. (<i>Or in you guys cases release/work</i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Now assume that you are 27 Years old. (<i>Some a bit more, others a bit less</i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">You have already gone through 36% of those weekends that you get in your life.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Once you get married let’s say at 30 (<i>too late I know</i>) after that your weekends don’t belong to you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So as of now you have: 3~4 years more of weekends left with you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Or in other words you just have <b><span style="color: red;">5% </span></b>of your entire lives weekends left with you for yourself, before they belong to someone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">So every weekend when you decide, “I will stay in, not do anything” Just think about what you are losing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">- Choudhary Baba ka Friday Gyaan</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">THIS IS COSMIC BLASTING OFF !!!!!!!!</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Now to cover the rest of the planet</span><br />
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cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-40112443141265693382012-07-29T00:43:00.000+10:002012-07-29T03:34:14.800+10:00The Girl at the Window<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">My 4 year old niece Neha was supposedly asleep when I heard noises coming from her upstairs bedroom. I tried to listen but could not make out what was being said. I approached the room, and she stopped talking. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Thinking I alarmed her I went into the room. At the time she was sharing it with her 6 year old sister Varsha. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I walked in and saw Neha sitting up in bed. I smiled and asked "Is everything Ok?" She said fine, but Varsha said they were keeping her up. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I asked ”Who?" Neha said sorry that she was talking. When I asked her who she was talking to, Varsha sat up and said "The girl in the window, she said you were coming." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I asked who the girl was and they both said a girl comes and stands in front of the window at night and talks to them. Not knowing what to say, I said Ok. Tucked them in and hung around outside their door. The next day I asked about the girl. They said she came back but was mad! I waited a few days and asked again. Neha said the girl in the window was still mad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I forgot about it for about a week, when my uncle asked, who are the girls talking to upstairs. Freaked out I ran upstairs and both girls were sitting under the window looking up. They turned and looked at me and asked if I wanted to meet the girl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">We walked everywhere together.. from the sandy beaches..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">To the lush green forests</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">From enjoying the early morning dew drops on the grass</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">To dipping our toes in the brook</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Then one day he left me..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Left me to go to fight another man's war</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I was alone.. waiting.. sad...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Thinking he forgot me.. and would never be back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Then he came back.. Yes !! Can you believe it !! he was back home</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Back from the war</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">But.. what is this ? .. Why is he not coming over to me.. Why does he not greet me and take me with him on a long walk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Why is he sitting on that chair with wheels, being pushed around by others</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And here I sit, in my air conditioned office. Waiting for the clock to strike 6 to go home.<br />
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My biggest problem is choosing what to have for dinner or thinking of something to do for the day.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I can't even imagine having to question whether I will be alive tomorrow. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">And its sick how my brain can't interpret that as a reality. It just wants to believe it's Bollywood and Hrithik Roshan will pop up and save the day so I can leave the theater and go back to my house. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">But this is life for those people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Today while riding to work, I saw a little girl standing on the footpath on the side of the road, with a school bag on her back, probably waiting for her bus.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">She was standing all alone in the bustling crowd, with a very depressed expression on her face lost to the world staring at her feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I was stuck in traffic at this time (<i>Yeah its Bangalore</i>) and couldn’t move. For a moment she looked up probably to search for her bus and we ended up staring at each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I had this urge to go and ask her what was wrong, why was she gloomy what was worrying her?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">But due to the traffic and me being in the middle of the road on a bike and she up on the footpath, that didn’t seems a viable possibility. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">The Signal turned green, I moved on, but a thought was stuck in my head.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">What if everyone in the world knew Sign Language? Wouldn’t it be much easier to communicate with each other? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">You wouldn’t need to be within hearing distance of each other, if you can see the other person and their gestures; you would be able to communicate.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">With similar thoughts spinning around in my head , I soon reached the next signal and was stuck again. This time there was an Uncle on a Bajaj Scooter besides me (<i>I didn’t know scooters still existed</i>) so seemed lost. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">He turned to me for what I am assuming was to ask for directions to some place. But he was speaking in Kannada and I don’t speak the language. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">After a few hand gestures I was able to convey to him that I do not understand what he is trying to say.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">By this time the signal again turned green and I moved on leaving the Uncle behind. When suddenly another weird thought hit me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Do Sign Languages also have err.. different languages ? Is the English Sign Language different from let’s say the Chinese Sign Language ? Would a person from one country be able to communicate to a person from another country using the sign languages they have learned in their own countries?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I have not had the opportunity to find out if Sign Languages indeed have different Languages. If any of you know do let me know.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">As is generally the case on this blog, the below poem also came out from a spontaneous chat conversation I was having with a friend, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">You dont need a Hotty.. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">When you have a Comfy Potty..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">A Hotty gives you shit for whatever you do..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">A Potty takes all the shit you pass her to..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">For a Hotty..you need to learn to press the right buttons..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">For a Potty.. There is only one.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">A hotty makes you run around, Round and Round..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Press a Button and in a Potty everything goes down</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">You need to buy perfumes to make your hotty smell good..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Well a potty smells..Err… as every other potty should</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">So listen up my friend..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Forget about the Hotty. When your potty is God Send !!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">THIS IS COSMIC BLASTING OFF !!!!!!!!</span></span></div>cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-66524040018301527442012-05-30T17:00:00.000+10:002012-05-30T17:00:33.215+10:00HURR MS WORD !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: medium;">There is an existing looong SQL query which selects some products for a condition where Sub product like ‘<span style="color: red;">%Bill - Option%</span>’</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Now as a part of an enhancement a request came from a user (<b>via email in Outlook</b>) to add a new Product with Sub Product <span style="color: red;">Bill – Option</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">One of my team mates worked on this and added the new product in a table.. Simple Enough..!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">UAT Started and today the User came back saying that the new product is not being selected.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I was called in for help and after breaking my head for 1 hour determined that the team mate who added the new product, copied the Sub Product name directly from the User’s Email and entered into the table.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Now Microsoft Word on typing a - changes it to a slightly longer version of – .</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">This is clearly visible here in Outlook but when you look at these two things in SQL. They look exactly the same.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Example: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">(The two above are different; one is a copy from Outlook the other typed). </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">One works, the other doesn’t </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Can you guess which is which?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">So a Boon for Word/E-mail writers proves to be a curse for a developer!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Why am I writing this? Coz I am super frustrated after finding the reason for this error.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Have a Nice Day !!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti sat late on a Friday evening in the office. The office was empty as everyone had left on time except her. The office was dark and the only source of light was from her own monitor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">She was stuck trying to debug a particular tricky piece of code. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">This application called SRC had been handed over to her only 6 days ago and she had to remove 4 bugs from the application in a week. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti was confident that should we able to tackle the issues very easily as she had done multiple times in the past and meet the dead lines comfortably. That was the reason that her supervisor had full faith in her talents and had handed this seemingly easy piece of work to her. This would be the 8th and final project which she would have to complete in 2011.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">But this application was proving to be a tricky one. Even after 6 days she was nowhere close to even re-producing the bugs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">After 2 days when she had asked her supervisor if any documentation exists for the code, she was informed that none did. The developer had written none.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Again after 4 days when she had made no progress she asked her supervisor if he knew who the developer was so that she may directly try and contact him and clarify some of her doubts.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Again she was frustrated and intrigued to know that no one knew who had written this application, who the developer was, what was their name or where they were now. Roy in the support team had mysteriously stumbled upon this code one day in Source Safe in a location where he was sure there was no code before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Today being the last day Trupti wanted to complete her work before Monday so that she wouldn’t need to come to office on the Christmas weekend.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">The clock was getting closer to 11:00 now and she had her last office cab at 1:15 in the night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">This was the last hour which she had to find the solution or else her weekend would be ruined.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">She delved back in to her system, fully concentrating only on the screen oblivious to her surroundings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">When suddenly she heard the chair from the cubicle across to her squeal. She recognized the voice immediately as that’s where her team mate Megha sat. But Megha had left at 6, then what was she doing now back in the office so late.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">She got up to check and was surprised to see a girl who she had never seen before sitting in Megha’s chair staring at her screen which was switched off.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti was taken aback for a moment, but then gained back her senses and thought that this girl might e from the cleaning crew. But she then noticed the Tag and the Id Card around the girls neck. She was from her own company, but her Id Card was of the format which the company had stopped using many years ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti finally gathered enough courage to ask the girl who she was and what she was doing here. As the girl looked up at Trupti the clock struck 12 and Trupti was distracted for a second when she turned to look at the Clock. When she turned around the girl was now standing besides Trupti with a sweet smile on her face. Trupti stumbled back stunned. But the girl caught her arm before Trupti would trip over and fall down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">She introduced herself as Archana and told Trupti that today was the first day for her in this office and she was part of a different team. As Archana was getting bored she had come over to see if anyone else was in the office when she had found Trupti.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti then got back to her code as she wanted to leave by taking the cab. Archana offered to help her with the code. They both sat down together and around 1:05 in the night miraculously all the bugs were resolved. Archana did most of the work. It was as if she knew each and every piece of that code like the back of her hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti was glad and thanked Archana profusely for her help and that now she can finally leave peacefully.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti started to leave when Archana called her from behind and asked her to come back to the screen to add one final line in the code which they had forgotten.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">When Trupti looked at the screen she could see a long list of names and dates in front of them when those people had edited the codes.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Trupti quickly jotted down her name and then noticed the name above her. It was</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: lime;">// Archana Sharma “Dead Line” – 13th August 2003</span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The next day in the morning, the cleaning crew found Trupti dead in her cubicle, slumped on her keyboard with a sweet smile on her face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">In front of her the monitor was still on. The code was complete and the Cursor blinked on a line which said yesterday’s date:</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: medium;">// Trupti Bose “Dead Line” – 23rd December 2011</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Riding down the busy street with absolutely no sense of the crowd, hullabaloo and the people around you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Riding in a trance, where movements come naturally to every part of the body as and when necessary.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">When the sub-conscious takes over and the mind is in a blissful calm taking no decisions, performing no permutations, no computations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Not thinking ahead.. Not thinking about the past. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Only the present moment. And a moment which is true unconditional harmony.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">The moment stretches itself. It seems endless. Like an eternal infinite journey with no destination in mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">It's only the moment which matters and the journey in which the moment dwells in.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was having a discussion with a friend about how a Man and a Woman's brain work differently.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When suddenly this came up:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><b><span style="color: red;">
How I imagine Girls think:</span></b><br /> <br />When they come across something new and unknown:<br />1. Checks to see if any other girl has the same thing.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><b>If No:</b><br /> <br />2. Checks to see if it can be worn or applied to face.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>If No:</b><br /> <br />3. Checks to see if eaten , will it make her fat.<br /> <br /><b>If Yes:</b><br /><br />"Mehh... I didn't like it anyways"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="color: red;">Background Information</span>: I am a Bengali who is currently living in Kerala and doesn't speak Malayalam.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It all started just like any other lazy weekend. Getting up at 0500 , not being able to sleep again.. blah .. blah...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Finally at 1600 Hours I decided to go and get some lunch. <br />Took my bike , rode on road, went to shop and parked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Suddenly an Uncle comes out of no-where and starts screaming at me in Malayalam. Now me being sleep deprived on a Saturday afternoon I couldn't understand a single word he was screaming at me.<br />(<i>Also the fact that I don't speak the language didn't help much I guess</i>)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I tried to explain to him in both English and Hindi that I am not able to understand what he is saying as I don't understand Malayalam.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But uncle continued his screaming match.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then I pointed to my ear and made the sign that I couldn't hear him.<br />(<i>No don't ask me why I did that. I guess in my sleepiness I thought the sign means that I don't understand him... Well anywho.. moving on..</i>)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Finally I was at the end of my wits and after my weird sign language only made the uncle more angry and his screaming increased in pitch.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I started chatting with the Uncle in Bangla, The conversation from my end went something like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">(<i>Translated from Bangla.. Of Course</i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Hie Uncle, How are you ? Ohh...No Uncle, I haven't seen Kahani yet. I heard that Vidya Balan is really good in that movie."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">(<i>Uncle still screaming..</i>)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"She goes to Kolakata in that movie na Uncle ? I have never been to Kolkata, even though I am a Bengali. Too bad right ? I know !!</span><span style="font-size: medium;">"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">(<i>Uncle still going strong..</i>)</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Vidya is a superb actress Uncle, I know she is a Malayalee but she seems right at home in Kolkata in the trailer of the movie"<br /><br />(<i>Now Uncle slows down his screaming a bit and starts looking at me weirdly..</i>)<br /><br />"And Uncle the funniest part of the Trailer is when the fat policeman calls her Bidya instead of Vidya as in Bangla they are the same. And uncle do you know about the Climax of the movie .. ?? I heard it's awesome ...."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">(<i>At this point, Uncle, Shuts Up.. Turns Around and Walks away..</i>)<br /><br />So you see Gentlemen and Ladies, Non-Violence Triumphs again.. Gandhi said (<i>or at least people say that Gandhi said so</i>): "If someone slaps you turn your other cheek as well"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Well I say: "If someone slaps you, Starts thanking them in a different language while making weird signs."<br /><br /><i>What I actually think happened: </i>Uncle heard the words: <b><span style="color: red;">Kahani</span></b>, <b><span style="color: red;">Vidya Balan</span></b>, <b><span style="color: red;">Climax</span></b>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Probably thought that I am going to disclose the climax of Kahani to him and ran away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Warning To Readers</b></span>: "If any of you reveal the Climax in the comments below, before I have seen the movie. I promise you I will hunt you down.. And chat with you in Bangla"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">There is still quite a lot of debate about the earth being round.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">I'm pretty sure its not round, and there's actually a really neat little experiment you can do at home that disproves the "round earth" theory: </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Get a round ball.<br /></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: medium;">Put it on top of a larger ball, representing the earth. </span></li>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">You will notice how the smaller ball will roll off the larger ball, since both are round. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">If, however, you place the same ball on the ground, i.e. on the top of the round earth (<i>the top is where ever you are, because, if the "round earth" theorists are right, the earth is round</i>), you will notice that the ball does not roll off to one side.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">This home experiment disproves the "round earth" theory, and it's a really neat trick you can do with the kids to get them involved in science from an early age. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Kids are the future, you know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">To quench the arguments once and for all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">YES.... I CAN COOK !! ...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">No, These images have not been copied from the internet.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">No, I have not used. Pastes and other automated crap for cooking.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">So shut up now</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Frustration rises when expectation from other people rises too high.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The heightened frustration level leads to the feeling of lashing out against them </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But when some thought is given to the reasons behind the people's indifference to your expectations; Sanity prevails.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Everyone has their own story and life and no one is bound to behave the way you want them to.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If they did always did things so as to make you happy. They wouldn't be individuals on their own and turn into Zombies.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So my dear friend. It's Ok. I will learn how to prevail and live on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">THIS IS COSMIC BLASTING OFF !!!!!!!!</span></span></div>cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466770849831994695.post-47961472011397730782012-02-04T04:24:00.000+11:002012-02-04T04:24:10.513+11:00IT Company Appraisal Ghost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was messaging my friend when suddenly the below conversation happened.<br /><br />(<i>Ya, I know.. I can be extremely irritating...</i>)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(<i>No even I don't know.. how or why the few friends who I have tolerate me</i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">Glossary for Non-IT People</span></b>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">Appraisal</span></b>: After you work your Ass off through out the year. Someone somewhere decides how your performance was on completely imaginative and speculative criterion of judgement.<br />Depending upon the Outcome of this 'Appraisal' , Your Salary and Promotions are decided for the next year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">H2</span></b>: Half-Yearly 2, This aforementioned 'Appraisal' happens twice a year. Hence H1 and H2</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">Appraisal Discussion</span></b>: You meet with your Boss/Manager and pretend to go discuss how your fared on the 'Goals' which your manager would have set for you before.<br />You pretend to have achieved all of the Goals, and your manager pretends to have graded you awesomely well on the Grading Scale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">ODC</span></b>: 'Off-Shore Development Center' (<i>Fancy name for the office where IT people work</i>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">Swiping the Card</span></b>: To get inside this 'ODC' you need to have a Magical Card, which you swipe on another magic thingy, which then makes a beep and a big magic door opens. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Err...Still too difficult to Imagine ?? Think of it as the Hi-Tech version of Alibaba and Chaalis Chor's "KHUL JA SIM SIM".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Band</b></span>: At the end of your Appraisal. You are given a band between E and A. With E being the worst (but which I pretend stands for Excellent) and A being the best. (Which I consider stands for A$$ Hole).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I don't think I am going to shoot this short film, or </span><span style="font-size: medium;">as a matter of </span><span style="font-size: medium;">complete the story. So if you want to take this idea forward. Please feel free to do so.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">THIS IS COSMIC BLASTING OFF !!!!!!!!</span></span></div>cosmic_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02862291783301712110noreply@blogger.com7