Builders of the World

I wish I were with them

Pehley dinon..

2 weeks in delhi..kuch ho raha hain mujhko..either the goddess of learning has decided to pinch my bottom ya phir meri bhaasha,vidhi ke anusaar se hash,mash and smash ho rahi hain..i have only to blame my sweet motherland,karnataka,for this...making us so flexible and adaptive of tongue and temperament to suck on an alu chaat, conspiratorially spit on benches and jostle for space in buses with lovely women within a fortnight of arriving here!something about karnataka makes us congenitally cosmopolitan..
Atleast the romanticism is wearing off nicely..with heat being a decidedly terrorism-inclined element in the north,some more days need to go by before my piss turns less smiley-yellow that it often is!The first thing that impressed an adjust-maadi-bangalorean like myself is of course, the shameless obesity of space..such wide roads,such luscious greenery,such big big potties.Its a city built for grandiose civilization.I see why people who live here for long,...well..live here for long!
Another beautiful cushion for this city would be its market locales..not the decidely goliathan malls..but the clusters of plaster-mottled buildings..of the few that i managed to get pulled to,the lajpat nagar mkt,the sarojini nagar mkt,i.n.a,meher chand mkt,khanna mkt,munirka mkt...the ethnicity is just oozing..even from its tits(by that,i'd mean..if the collective market bunch be mapped in a all-to-one fashion,mathematically...to be a pair of breasts).......i DID find the roaming about quite amusing and refreshing..
Notice how the language is deviating more towards profanity and vulgarity?..its that metamorphosis i was talking about..if i dont call a dilli autorickshawallah a behenchuth/madarchuth/lowdeykebaal amidst te humble request to take me someplace(amma please forgive me), he is greatly hurt/aggreived/suspicious of my intentions!

I'll write more often now..its the last vestige of pride in my hingleesh that i can retain by doing so..sat sri akal

The Road, better, less travelled..

I like Salik. Its as close as you can get,vernacularly to a curse and yet, it innocently alludes to another meaning altogether, in its own lingua. The S. that i'm pleased about today is the name for the new Toll-Gate fee program that is being levied by the government for our tax-free-AED-earning bourgeoise, from this day. The papers, local and otherwise(only in the GCC area), have proudly displayed in sets of 5 and 6, glorious photographs, taken by wizened and 7Up-gulping media men who saw no other earthly event that could possibly outshine the paparazzi horizion of July 1st. The pictures show the long stretch of a beautifully black road that will see lesser Pirellis and GoodYears due to the imposition of the 4AED toll. Not to mention the huge billboards above this road at various points, repeatedly pounding our visual acuity with "SALIK" so much that i sincerely felt they were really referring to the word "saaley" in a snub-bish fashion. Now 4AEDs,by international standards, isnt too hefty on our wallets. However, being an Indian, it is sure as eggs is eggs that i immediately start a economically-driven process in my mind, to tally it with the Indian Rupee(1AED=12.36 INR, the 4th time i glanced back at the Financial supplement section). If going on a path that i can bypass with the able assistance of 4 other paths, also bypassing the 49Rs.44p. that i have to dish out thanks to Salik, is what aliens do, then i had NO complaints with the government. Sadly, i've not landed here from any one of those planets from The Hitchhiker's Galaxy, with a towel and a tiny manual, and so, it stands to rationality, that a mild hysteria did dawn on me. I use this strip for 4 times a day, since i end up back home for lunch, gentlemanly refusing to gorge insipid grub at the company's canteen. This pig-headedness to eat my curds and pickles in my own premises would out my monthly bare Salik-sashlik bill at Rs.1067.88p. Of course, not being a mathematician, i have removed all the irritating,small extra costs and conditions that we'd rather not calculate. Like petrol, maintenance, insanely-distant shopping malls, religious colleagues with their pujas and the invitations to them at venues that're best described as beastily-kilometred, sight-seeing-seeking relatives("hey lets go to the desert yaar..lets see what's there..you're an ass...staying here all this time and not getting adventurous enough!"). I'll have you know that the government here is a good one. It pays excellent attention to the complaints of us,expat white-collared workers and the not-so-white-collared manual employees. So let me post my bitching here and hope some authoritarian comes across it someday and realize that we DID suffer and we DID adapt. That's what Indians do. Adjust maadi. Inshallah.

Kill Will

Motivation is such a delicate thing. Apart from the thousands of self-improvement books that scream out their take and the millions of webpages that're dedicated to, and elucidate on the charming horsepower of motivation, i have to say it works occasionally too. Though it appears to me that a certain category of human beings exist,who have solely taken it upon themselves to crush this spirit of M. that makes things happen. I'm sure each and every one of you have met this sort of a person at sometime or the other, the more so if you're the calm,introspective kind and on one fine day, out of the blue , decide to grab a book and swim in backstroke , in your imaginary pool of novel-generated stimuli. You're just into the first five pages of it, liking what you read, and here comes your friend. 'Hey wow, i didnt know you could read with such concentration. My my, what a faaat book yaaa! What is it?..oh by the way did you check out that new flick at PVR?.. ' and you can kiss your chances of ever going fully through that book, goodbye. From that moment, every so often, your brain generates a nasty synaptic shock that tells you, 'dont get too imaginative,you'll fizzle out' , or ' i wonder if i look good in this pose of severity' , or 'i should be reading something that feeds the fire of my intellect and not this saga of MPD serial killers '!. See?! Its like the motivation of motivation dies a humble death at the words of that pesky species who insist on stalling any heroic efforts of ANY individual whatsoever!.
The other day, i was on a good run along the beach strip. A wonderful sunny day, the winds fondling my adrenaline, the mellow sun anticipating the glory of my inhuman achievement of running the 9th mile when a blob of glimmering sweat gum seems to slide onto my trotting path. And out pops a hand to grab mine as a greeting. Saeed looks at me in the manner of one observing a dead-whale that's landed on a beach. 'Assalaam walaykum bhai...kya mast daud raha hain tu hayn?marathon mein bhaagega,hahn?isi taraha bhagega toh humaarey mulk ke commando logon ke sar bhi jhukwhaoge teri fitness se,heyhn? '..all this while delicately pumping my biceps...probably in curiosity of whether 7Up,his 24X7 rehydrating agent, would ooze out from them. That's it..i didnt make it through the next 200 metres..
Whoever said,'if at once you fall, rise and rise again', obviously didnt have a gigantic social networking tree of orkuttians who keep meeting up at the right times and prevent you from changing any of those features of yours that you've put up in your profile. *looks at reader*..i hate you too..

testosterone maintenance...

If you’re a guy, you’ve probably heard way too many times a variation of this not-really-a-question: “Could you hold my purse?”
As you know, there is no way to hold a purse in a manly fashion. After sixty seconds of transporting a designer bag full of Tampons and lipstick, your testosterone will be so low that you’ll be playing field hockey and lactating.
You can try holding the purse in a manly, irregular fashion, but it won’t help. It’s still a purse. And you’re holding it. You big wuss. Say goodbye to your gonads; they’ll be hiding in your torso like two BBs in an airplane hangar.
That’s why I invented the PursePliers ™. They are exactly like regular pliers, but you carry them in your back pocket in all times in case you are asked to hold a woman’s purse. When you hear the call, “Honey, would you grab my purse?” you whip out the pliers and use them to safely transport the purse and its wuss cooties.
The recommended way to lift a purse with pliers is by grabbing the zipper and holding it the way you would hold fresh road kill, at a safe distance from your body, just in case it’s not totally dead. Research has shown that wuss cooties can not cross pliers.
While there is no manly way to touch a purse with your bare hands, there is no unmanly way to use pliers. Your PursePliers can be used in a variety of situations, including shopping for a blouse for your wife, passing the low-calorie salad dressing, and tucking in a baby.
PursePliers: Their time is now.
---- Scott Adams

Of the nature of hell..

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the Professor shared it with colleagues, and the sharing obviously hasn't ceased...

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote Proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let us look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."

This student received the only A.

Why Engineers Don't Write Recipe Books

Chocolate Chip Cookies
Ingredients:
532.35 cm3 gluten
4.9 cm3 NaHCO3
4.9 cm3 refined halite
236.6 cm3 partially hydrogenated tallow triglyceride
177.45 cm3 crystalline C12H22O11
177.45 cm3 unrefined C12H22O11
4.9 cm3 methyl ether of protocatechuic aldehyde
Two calcium carbonate-encapsulated avian albumen-coated protein
473.2 cm3 theobroma cacao
236.6 cm3 de-encapsulated legume meats (sieve size #10) To a 2 litre jacketed round reactor vessel (reactor #1) with an overall heat transfer coefficient of about 100 Btu/°F-ft2-hr, add ingredients one, two and three with constant agitation. In a second 2 litre reactor vessel with a radial flow impeller operating at 100 rpm, add ingredients four, five, six, and seven until the mixture is homogenous.To reactor #2, add ingredient eight, followed by three equal volumes of the homogenous mixture in reactor #1. Additionally, add ingredient nine and ten slowly, with constant agitation. Care must be taken at this point in the reaction to control any temperature rise that may be the result of an exothermic reaction.Using a screw extrude attached to a #4 nodulizer, place the mixture piece-meal on a 316SS sheet (300 x 600 mm). Heat in a 460&degK oven for a period of time that is in agreement with Frank & Johnston's first order rate expression (see JACOS, 21, 55), or until golden brown.
Once the reaction is complete, place the sheet on a 25°C heat-transfer table, allowing the product to come to equilibrium.- Anon