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“Why is your laptop so slow?” My .Net instructor asked me.
“Well it’s mainly because… well because… because I… how do you know it’s slow? I mean ‘slow’ is a relative term, right? What if my laptop’s speed has been the same ever since I bought it? You don’t know!”
“Yeah well, it is slower than my laptop…”
“That’s because… I’ve got no memory space left on my hard disk…Aha!!”
“And why is that? I thought you had a 1 TB external hard drive.”
“I do. And that is full too.”
“Are you kidding me? Nah, it can’t be.”
“It is!! And my laptop is full with games, movies and stuff.”
“Yeah! I can see that! What’s on your external?”
“Games and movies and…stuff…”
Continue reading “Replacing Replacements with Replacements”
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When was the last time you sat down at a coffee place and just read a book? I want to do that sometime soon. Just go to a coffee place, most likely a CCD and catch up on my reading. Just forget all the worries and reservations and just relax. Just go down to the place, in your most comfortable but decent clothes and sit there the entire morning, and contemplate about trivial things, things that you usually don’t think about. Let the mind wander, and let coffee be the stimulating catalyst.
Wow! I just sounded like a ‘guru’ of some kind, didn’t I? Oh well, guess I’m just sleepy. But I will do it. Not today, not tomorrow, but sometime soon. The major problem is that I, personally, find no time or a plethora of excuses for not doing that. All of you lucky ba****ds who I see actually doing it, I just don’t get it. How on earth do you find the time? I’m jobless and still have no time at any particular time of the day. There’s always something to do. Sounds sad, but it is true.
Oh great, now I’m rhyming!! I really should be tucked in bed by now!
And you know what the worst part is? It’s that this “sometime soon” never comes. Well I hope someday, I’ll find the time and the peace of mind in order to achieve this seemingly impossible but trifling activity.
Bah! Who am I kidding? I wonder if the writers of FRIENDS and Seinfeld would have ever come up with the coffee place hangouts, had they written their scripts in these busy times.
“Love how you keep me warm and make me feel safe. Never a scornfull word or negative comment. Always pick me up when I am feeling down. You smell good all the time and steaming with pleasure…
Coffee, I think I love you.”
Well, there have been a lot of posts on the blog-verse about the coveted “Oscars”, ranging from predictions, movie reviews, polls, discussions, forums and-what-not. Here’s my contribution…
It’s just another post about the Oscars.
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To begin with I haven’t got the opportunity or the time, as of now, to watch all the nominations. So, I won’t be passing out any judgements on the jury’s choices.
Judging the movies by the trailers (feels like saying ‘judging a book by its cover’), I feel the awards did go to the well-deserved, much unlike the Bollywood, Mollywood, Tollywood, awards. The big-shots took a side seat as the “first timers” (Jean Dujardin(The Artist) – first time nominee) as well as the ones with as much as 13 nominations and 2 wins(Meryl Streep(The Iron Lady) – third win) paved the way for generations to come.
Even the much hankered “Best Picture” Award was bagged by “The Artist”, leaving behind “The Descendants”, “Money ball”, “Hugo” and “War Horse” among the others. Even great directors such as Martin Scorsese & Steven Spielberg looked on as Michel Hazanavicius (The Artist) bagged the “Best Director”
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All-in-all, the French glittered and sparkled in the Oscars (whopping 5 wins), making their mark with “The Artist” which has been duly added to my watchlist.
Remember the time when the only shopping that you ever did was during fairs and festivals. Gone are the days when shopping was restricted to the confines of markets and the occasional walk-by of the local “vegetable-man” pushing his cartload of vegetables across the street.
We’ve not only ushered in the era of the supermarkets /mega markets, we’ve also welcomed it with open arms. Every village dreams of a supermarket and every town has one. Cities have more mega markets than playgrounds and metropolitan cities have more than enough.
I still remember the times when I loved going to the market just to see my father bargain the price every single product the poor vendor had to sell. I miss the “tricks of the trade” and “the tactics” that both the buyer and the seller offer to complete a transaction.
Each believes themselves to be wiser and cunning than the other. It used to be almost like a battle, where one has to plan out strategies according to the circumstances and the surroundings.
The buyer bargains and brings down the price to half the original and feels like he’s the winner, while the seller sells the product at half the quoted price and still makes a profit.
Continue reading “Shopping Thrills”
When I speak English in front of my friends, they give me looks of derision and contempt. Is speaking good English a bane? Is it not but a sign of good culture, if not a matter of pride?
Or is it my fault? Here I am, in India, a country known for its diversity, in a time where “Staying Raw” is the hype. Speaking good English was once looked upon. And now, I sit in front of my laptop ranting on about the language discrepancies from a small town in the magnificence that is India.
At no time is freedom of speech more precious than when a man hits his thumb with a hammer. ~Marshall Lumsden