Bo-Ram-Illu

Pondi might be a little boring. -CeG <Butcher>

So, life is meandering along. It’s like a river midstream. All I’m hoping is that it doesn’t go back on itself.

To add variety, I decided to watch a Telegu film. For context, let it be known that I’m an adroit linguist, fluent in nearly EIGHT languages including Chinese, French, Samskrit, Telegu, Tamil, Hindi and English. Infact, I got a 90 / 100 in my hindi board exam in tenth class (I got a 60 / 100 in the English exam that year but then that’s all ancient history).

Now, there are a lot of Telegu movies at home (courtesy of YP and Komar). I had lots of options and no idea where to start. I thought of watching Poruddu but then YP said it’s blah. The next thing that caught my eye was Yama-Donga which sounded Flashy. Plus, I almost understood what the title meant. Donga being thief (this I learned on the highway to Vizag when Aziz was stealing sugarcane from a field and we all were shouting Donga Donga) and Yama being a reference to a God. YP then said, “It’s better to watch BoRamIllu”.

For those of you who are wondering why a Delhi guy with a rather south-indian name would be watching a Telegu movie, let me remind you of the utter shortage of good cinema. The last decent movie I saw was Juno. Juno was good. After that I’ve seen a whole lot of blah, including one movie called Hitman, in which the lead actress was rather ugly and rather topless for a rather large portion of the film.

Now, the most fluent part of my Telegu is some of the insults that have known to be uttered during intense competitive DoTa / CS matches. Infact, there was once a very excellent debate on which is the best language for insulting people in whose outcome I forget. Anyway, I digress. On asking YP whether the movie does contain words that I’m familiar with, he replied, “The initial section does. But the director has <bleeped> it out”.

So, BoRamIllu, is about this guy Siddu (who is much unlike our batch’s Siddu). This guy is like rich and has everything except that he has to do whatever his Nanagaru says. He gets engaged to some lady (that scene is hilarious. Nanagaru cheppa for everything Siddu asks :D). He is despo, looking for love types. There is a song on this “We have got a Romeo, All we need now is a Juliet“. Then he finds this nice girl at a temple who does kommulu (or bommulu) which basically means hitting head twice. Then there is lot of comedy and fun for a while. He has to convince Nanagaru to let him marry that girl so he says let her stay at our house for 7 days. After 7 days there is one BIG, HUGE, LONG, BORING senti scene. In the end it’s all happily ever after with Nanagaru agreeing that he was stifling the poor Siddu and finally he went to the girl’s house to stay 7 days. The girl’s father hates this guy for some strange reason though.

The best bits of the movie:

• I liked the girl. Hasina. Nice. Well acted. Now who is she? What is her name etc?
• Satti … lol … excellent … haha at that
• “Senior Sir” … imba lol at that
• Kiss-mat sir

The following are the bits of the movie I did not understand:

• Is the guy with the moustache (the bossy character) Siddu’s father / grandfather / uncle or what? This guy is referred to as Nanagaru
• Who’s the guy from America they keep calling?
• Who’s the other guy (with the lady who is his wife)? Why are they there in the movie at all?
• Why wasn’t there a small clip of Siddu’s mother going and taking part in Indian Idol?

I’d recommend this movie to anyone. It’s nice.

To sum up this whole whatchmacallit

Ippudo, Eppudo, Appudo, arre sutta le chali.

(I did not catch the exact words of this)

ARP

3 Cups of coffee … pizza … 161 pages of obscure standard-ish gobbledgbook … 2000 lines of code …

 

CLICK HERE

 

Did you CLICK THERE?

 

Heya !!
how are you??
Do you know there was a profile in news last night

link :- click here

The about me of This Profile Is Superb.

Do you feel pissed at every Orkut scrap that you get that says some junk like that? Don’t silently mutter an unmouthable curse at the guy who scrapped you. It’s just human nature to what to click-click-everywhere. I mean, we see a hyperlink and we just can’t resist now can we.

That said, I condone, condemn and consider utterly disgraceful, every moment that some chap / chappie went and clicked there. Damn you all.

 

Now that the psychological analysis of the day is over, its time to move on to other things. Shiben, is posting some imba cool stuff. If you haven’t read it yet then you are an eyeful-of-pink-maruti-800’s. (That would be one of the better hyperlinks to click).

 

Someone compiled a list of the best posts on their blog. I think it was anks but I forget.  Anyway, I think that’s a fairly neat idea. So, I’m like about to open up wordpress and look through the list of my posts and put up a generic post saying that this is the best. I then realized … wait for it … wait for it … wait for it … that I could ask you to do it for me. So, if you’ve read something here (yeah, i know i’m pushing it), and you liked it (yeah, really pushing it now) and are not lazy enough to not comment (i can’t push any further) then put it down in the comments.

 

While, I was typing out that paragraph I thought that let’s have a look at the stats of the blog. That would be something I haven’t done in a long time. So, when I was in college this used to receive ~70 hits a day. Now, I fire up Firefox and mosey over to WordPress. The hits per day is something close to 15 :(. The fun part is that people who are getting to this blog are searching for “tindly veggie”, “mdh garam masala”, “hot chics”, “bihari marriage” (Manish - This means You) and “Anirudh Mani”. It’s nice to see the awesome post on cooking getting traffic. Of course, I do pity the poor saps who moseyed over here looking for “hot chics” or “Anirudh Mani” (Who is looking for Mani??).

 

Attn: All passed out alumni. If you think you’re fit go to the swimming pool for a quick reality check (This means you Sriram). Yours truly was suddenly-given-bumps-for-no-reason-type-of surprised when he found out that he cant swim 10 meters without feeling like Jiya Dhadak Dhadak Jiya Dhadak Dhadak Jaaye. The only consistent thing was the very-nice-polite-lady. In case you’re getting any ideas this was/is Anand’s Girlfriend. Without any disrespect, I will just say that it was another one of those experiences that aren’t really fun.

 

Of late, its becoming habit to open Google talk, read everyone’s statii, ping Tipo in the hope of getting material for a post / spam and then quit. It’s one of those harmless activities that you do while your little code takes 3 minutes to compile on a DualCore 2GHz machine with 3Gigs of RAM and NO PAGING. I do hate it however, when statii read some absolutely philosophical opinion that makes no sense. Let’s face it. Google Talk is a communication medium, a method for time-pass, bc. Let’s all pledge to not use Google talk for putting philosophical status messages. And you are NOT allowed to make the excuse that you put that expecting to get Flamed for putting a philosophical status message. If you want to get Flamed … just say “Flame me … ”

Tag Post

Lena bhi ek kala hai. Us kala ka sahi pradarshan IM pe nahin ho sakta. -CeG <oBelIX>

 

10 things I miss in life (in no order)

• BF2 … Chaat after BF2
• Home food … baingan bharta, mushroom etc …
• Aimless BC, sweep …
• Wandering about the wing upstairs looking for food
• Chaat in general - i eat very little of it nowadays
• Python - I code very little in it nowadays
• The summer vacation schedule, sleeping at 5,6 and waking up straight for lunch
• My interest in quizzing and all such stuff I was good at in school

 

10 things I want to achieve a decade from now

• Become an expert at ironing
• Learn to do the breast stroke + swim 20 laps in an hour
• Cure the common cold
• Learn cartooning
• Study samskrit
• Study advertising
• Study civil engineering / architecture
• Get some money from this blog

 

And I grow bored of writing this so done. for the sake of laziness, I tag everyone in the world.

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PS: Halley wrote something

PS1: I wrote something too

PS2: It might not be much better than poo

PS3: Rhyming Pses … yucky-doodle-doo

PS4: PLaying wow

PS5: Hoping to play assasins creed this weekend

PS6: Have cold + cough + fever

PS7: Going to go swimming

PS8: Ask tipo for good news - he always has some

PS9: Facebook is boring now - nobody plays scrabble anymore

PS10: I still remember my 200 passwd (I haven’t logged in forever)

PS11: Kilo-Mega-Tons of work which if I do seriously will be finished very quickly

PS12: If you haven’t seen this then you just gotta

Felicity 2008

 

sriram sharanam gachami

I think that about sums up Felicity.

 

Blatant copy-ish of Mythalez’s work

Wandering minds never pondering

Wayword insults never missing

Whining complaints never irritating

Witty words never impressing

Wondrous praise never flattering

My life in a thousand words

You know you’re slightly overworked when that is an accurate description of you’re life.

The Freakin New Year

Since everybody has been busy writing loads of random crap on the new year, their interpretations of the universe, their logfile of the new year and something that i did not bother to read fully; I figured lets add to the junk on the internet.

So, what do we write here? I could talk about the disappointing effects of inflation wherein even Laxmi Sweet House is charging two-bucks-a-golgappa. I could also write about the importance of quality and the premium people are prepared to pay for it because no one eats at the one-buck-a-golgappa stand right next to it.

I could write about the books that I have read. Freakonomics is a rather fascinating read, however when you just start getting into it you realize its over and go WTF … That isn’t worth 300 bucks. A Madman’s tale by some Katzenbach chappie is a very good read. I highly recommend it for anyone with time to burn.

I could write about the movies I saw. Welcome is a fun watch. Worth a download. Nana P and Rawal P make even the recycled jokes sound good. And Katrina Kaif just looks ugly. Return of Hanuman is banging for the buck. Yes, that is mostly incorrect usage of the phrase but “Who has two thumbs and doesn’t give a rat’s ass?”.  Infact I was extremely delighted to see such excellent animation from an Indian studio.

I could rant about the greedy bloggers who trim their RSS feeds so that you have to go over to their website. Very very irritating. It’s infact so irritating that I would stop reading the blog altogether.

I could glorify the awesomeness of facebook and bash orkut. But then, I don’t I have many orkut-loving-facebook-hating-dumbasses as my readers.

I could optimistically explain why India will win the test series in Australia. But then, I’ve already had conversations with most of the “pessimistic assholes” who think that India could actually loose on my gtalk. Since my arguments are not winning these “pessimistic assholes” over, the most appropriate thing I can think of doing is taking a flamethrower and setting fire to their hair.

I could bitch and moan about the slowness of the Indian passport office. But then, Hey, I already did that.

I could ask (very politely) Manish, Prashant, Srinivasan and Halley to please blog.

To: Pinki, Tipo, Vasan and Halley

BLOG YOU BITCHES!!! BLOG!!!

WHAT THE BLOODY ZXCV ARE YOU DOING YOU

 <insert age-appropriate expletive here>??

 

I could sit here, disappointed that most of the stuff that I thought I would have done by the time I was six months on the job hasn’t really happened. But then, as someone was muttering over IM, the new year is all about throwing out the old, bringing in the new and looking ahead not back and what not.

And now, gentlemen and ladies (never hurts to presume some lady will read this one day ) I will take pride in this mediocre post and hope the new year is better than this for all of you …

Passport, Bhutto and Stars on the Floor

The Delhi passport office is surprisingly efficient. After all you just stand in line for 0.005% of the time your passport is valid.

I had to get my passport re-issued (Re-issued is the term when your passport is about to expire and you need to get a new one for the next 10 years).

Now, I had envisioned it would be a MAJOR pain in the back side. And yes, My envisioning (It is 10AM, India is loosing so my English will suck) was spot on.

Pointers for people who are looking to get this passport thingie done:

1. If your mom/dad know some guy who can issue a verification letter then get it done from tatkal. I”ve heard it takes only 7 days.

2. You will need the following documents (if doing from tatkaal):

The Verification Certificate (in original)

Photocopy of the above

A photocopy of the I-card of the guy issuing the Verification Certificate

The Affidavit - signed by a notary

Photocopy of the above

Old passport

Photocopy of old 1st four and last four pages of Old Passport

A copy of either your 10th class / 12th class / B.Tech or any such educational certificate

A letter that says that you want the passport to be issued under tatkaal scheme

All photocopies must be self-attested. All items in bold are items that are not mentioned on the website but are required anyway.

3. The internet token thing is a sham. It doesnt work

4. You should reach the Passport office early (9AM) and stand in line at the back of the office for a token.

5. Once you’ve got a token get into the office ASAP. Do NOT dilly-dally. Hustle Hustle Hustle. Move Move Move. (If you haven’t got the idea then you’re as slow as Dravid’s batting).

6. Get in the line for counter 8A.

7. Once you reach the end of the line the rest will take 5 Minutes.

Stars on The Floor

I refrain from typing the Hindi title because of my utter dislike for those wavy red lines under my text. Anyhoo, (Yes, that doesn’t come with a wavy red line because it has been added to the dictionary), this movie is a treat to watch. The story is brilliant. The acting is brilliant. The music is brilliant. In short, the whole movie is brilliant.

You’ll have flashbacks to your child-hood, especially during the initial classroom scenes. Everyone’s been in the classes when the teacher says - Silence. (Yeah, I know that is a weak example but its all I remember now.). The Mom and Pop act very well. The kid acts well. Aamir Khan acts well. There is no romantic mushy mushy crap. There are no random songs with hero + heroine running around trees. The music is spot on.

In the list of all time Hindi Movies this comes in at

Black

Lagaan

Devdas

TZP

Munnabhai 2

Munnabhai 1

Number 4. It’s top draw this one - I’d recommend you mosey over and watch it.

India

The joy of sitting on a sofa, with your feet up on the table, the dog sitting in your lap, and watching India kick some Australian balls is indescribable. I was hoping that during this test match I’d get to see, some vintage Indian batting. Dravid standing tall, Tendulkar whacking Lee all over the place and Ponting getting out for 6 ducks in the series.

(Yeah, I dont really like Ponting).

However, that seems to have not happened. Except for the Ponting bit. In both the innings I’ve woken up at 9, hoping to see a scorecard - India - 100/0. Both times I’ve seen something like India - 80/3.

Its a total disappointment. At the risk of sounding selfish I will say - Don’t they realize that I get to watch very little cricket at home.

Manchester United

I’ve never really liked Christiano Ronaldo. I always used to think he was a pompous arrogant non-teamplayer. I still do.

However, I cannot help but agree with the fact that he is playing well. United infact are playing rather well. I do see them going and winning the title without too much fuss. (A 3 month injury to Cesc Fabregas would go a long way in ensuring that ).

Bhutto

Yep. She’s dead. The thing about being at home (apart from the food, the dog etc) is that you read an average of 2.5 newspapers a day. However, you got to hand it to her. The woman had balls to stay on in Pakistan, especially after knowing that there are some half-wit-loonies out to knock her blinking block off.

The posts before this - esp the one about the party

Those posts still sit in my draft. Both are three-quarters done. However, finishing them seems beyond me, especially with the added risk of my sister’s growing Internet awareness.

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PS: Who all are getting Sozzled this new year?

PS1: The Television is useless for time pass. You just end up flipping channes and watching advertisements.

PS2: Another re-read of all the Calvin and Hobbes, the Harry Potters, LOTR etc just go to confirm their excellence …

PS3: Toodles for now then

Recv Over Sockets in Python

I finally figured it out. How do you get an arbitrary length of data no matter what in python over sockets?

The problem is this. Suppose you have a connected socket between two machines A and B.

Suppose A does socketA.sendall(<some long string>). Now how does B recv all the data.

If B does socketB.recv(1024) its going to possibly get the first packet that was sent. B does not know how long it has to wait or how much data there is. The simplest solution is for A to attach the length of the data as in socketA.sendall(str(len(<data>)) + <data&gt

A better way, ladies and gentlemen (Yes, this seemingly obvious bit of code finally struck after 4 years of programming in python) and it is applicable across any language

def getDataFromSocket(sck):
    data = “”
    sck.settimeout(None)
    data = sck.recv(1024)
    sck.settimeout(2)

    while 1:
        line = “”
        try:
            line = sck.recv(1024)
        except socket.timeout:
            break

        if line == “”:
            break

        data += line
    return data

 

Yes. You may all thank me now.

10H - From Secbad to Kondapur

Its better to be on the footboard than to be squashed in the middle of an overcroweded bus. -CeG <oBelIX>

**DISCLAIMER**

To the very nice gentleman on the bus who sat next to me. I’m really sorry for this all. If you ever find this please look at it with the same spirit with which I wrote it.

**end of disclaimer**

The relative success of the last mobile blogging fiasco merits it another shot. Besides I am rather bored right now anyway and have nothing better to do.

This journey does not begin with me bitching about forgetting to get a book. I’ve never actually read anything on a bus before. Anyway, by some curious co-incidence I was at Secbad station, after having comeback from Delhi. I took the 10H option, drops me nearly next to my house.

The gentleman on the bus next to me seemed like any ordinary guy. The following conversation ensues (the actual conversation was in both English and Hindi):

Me: Does this bus go to Kondapur? (Knowing full well that it goes to Kondapur)

Gentleman (GM): Yes.

GM notices that I am carrying a blanket and a backpack. Incorrectly concludes that I just hopped off a train from someplace

GM:  Where are you coming from?

Now, I have this most irritating habit. Sometimes, with total strangers on a bus / train / plane / auto I will pretend to be some totally random guy. Do not ask why. I pretend to be a bengali …

Me: Kalkatte se.

Me realizing what a dumbass statement that was. No self respecting bengali would say Kolkota with a Punjabi + Dehatti accent

GM: Oh, <some arbit train name> Express se aaye hoge.

Me realizing WTBF. I have no clue about trains from Calcutta. Why do I end up getting the incessant-know-it-all-memorized-all-train-schedules guy

Me: Make some inaudible comment muttering assent. I was actually  at my friend’s house.

GM: To aap kaam karte hain yaan studies?

Me: Kaam. I work at Infosys.

Yeah baby. A nice confident reply that cannot come and bite me in the ass

GM: Ooh. I am in charge of the bakery. Jo aap ke cafeteria main abhi recently khuli hai.

Feel like mouthing what Gautam Gambhir said to Afridi.

Me: Actually I just recently joined.

GM: Looks at me weirdly. Aapne bakery to dekhi hogi

Me: Umm…

Phone Rings

Phone: Hello, My name is Archana. I am calling from Citibank. Would you be interested in a personal loan?

Me (to phone): Haan, mummy, theek thaak pahunch gaya (Yes mommy. I have reached okay).

Me (to GM): Excuse me please. Phone call from the house.

Phone: Hello!! Excuse me Sir!! My name is Archana from Citibank. Personal Loan.

Okay. Need to establish a long enough pause so that GM wont feel like continuing the conversation.

Me: Haan mama. Pahunch gaya hoon. Dinner le liya hai.

Phone: **click**.

The gentleman has now started reading some story book with his headphones on. I breathe a sigh of relief and wonder when did I start sucking so bad at this.

The bus has now reached the flyover after the one in front of the airport. The flyover is jammed to the core. When will they fix the miserable traffic on this road.

Varun motors is offering unbeatable loan finance rates. From all banks. Nice looking place.

Crossed the flyover of jams. Finally. I think this fellow is going to take a right into Ameerpet now.

The gentleman to my right (yeah not the original gentleman) is now reading everything I type on this phone. Yes. Gentleman next to Me. I am writing about you. Stop reading what I type. Hello. Stop. Ruko. Nakko karo bhai. Okay, guess he does not understand English.

I am getting bored with this. Will open facebook, update status, ping some people and get back to this.

Krishna Nagar. The original Gentleman just got off. I tried offering a Center Fresh (filched from the plane) but he just looked at me with an expression that said “weird”.

Finally. Madhapur.

Kothaguda now. BKR Dental Hospital. Haha. I am going to take a photo of that someday.

Hey, new bakery. Offering chat et al. Must try that.

Okay time to get off.

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PS - Home rocks

PS1 - Yes it does

PS2 - It really does

PS3 - Say it once more.

PS4 - Just once more - home - food - awesome