Vignette

Its been a long wait for me.. to write something... The following piece is from my own experience... i wrote the article in one shot..without any overlook.. Although i need not be so formal out here but i see that as soon as i submit a new post.i get something around 600 hits for the article on the first day itself.. thats somethin' man.. its like releasing a movie and making millions in the first week itself... Anyways.. i have tried a new approach of writing out here.. Its quite new experience to me and also it was fun.. I took care not to make the article Long... Blogs should be quick read types..isn't it?..Lets Start..

Scene 1: (In My room) Sunday 8th July

Its 1:15 just had breakfast...milk with oats, one big peach and choclate... I just derived an equation for the potential of a cylindrical well using cylindrical co-ordinates. The mathematica says its a transdental equation....which means.. there is no solution!!! What the %&$£!! i have to re-check.. this third order PDE is eating my brain...Wish i had concentrated more... during my UG.... Meanwhile..

(Flashback..)

MIT EE,b Section ... Maths class.. (Don't remember the name of the classroom... Probably one of those NLOOOOOOO1's....)

A Sheshappa rai's lecture.... "whats the answer"... I was wondering where the question is???

Scene 2: (PAM SuperMarket)

i enter with the basket..wear the plastic glove..i see that peach is selling for 1.69 euros, bannana 2euros (for 6), kiwi again 2euros for 4, cherries 6euros for a kilo... i take 200gms of cherries,6 bananas,4 peach (Nice peach could eb useful for breakfast) ,4 oranges..move on to the vegetable section, take tomatoes,onions, potatoes,mushrooms,chillies( there are 2 types...sweet one and the hot one..),a packet of peas, Rice, sphagetti...milk..oats.. thats the ration for 1 week.. and i go to the billing counter.. the lady there scans all the items and says 21 euros...i pay the bill and bring the items to my residence... its very hot..my T-shirt is wet.. i wish i was in a cool place... probably a place were we get to grab a glass of beer or somethin' (Pub!!) ....... Meanwhile...

(Flash back )
MIT Mess....

The place were "______________" ... Can't find the right words... i take chicken breast, palav,rice.. some curry... and finally ice cream.... Our Swami's in lungi's...serving the ice-cream...and our charlie mathegaswamy.. asks for more.. Yeh dil maange more..

Scene 3: (Residence.)

Me in my residence chatting with Nicole... meanwhile.. My mobile rings....

Me :"Hello.."
XXXX :"Hey ..its Toni."
Me :" Hey Hi..How are you man,.."
Toni :" Fine...What about beer?"
Me :" Sure..What about Florian? is he coming?"

So we decided to meet in Irish pub along with Florian... i ask for a Guinness draught.. and they go for a blonde beer..( I think it was HARP and Tennent's)

Incidentally, Football match was being played that day..we took our seats in front of the TV..this Toni was harping about the incident that he experienced in Japan... he said a girl came and kissed him on the lips.. and next day he found sleeping with her... i took a big sip of the beer... Mmmm quite a story..i said... and our Florian who hardly opens his mouth (as if lightning stuck him..)..says few words.. which we listen carefully... He was telling that in germany when it snows... the snow makes up about half a meter..we were curious.. as to how they would make about their daily lives in winter..

Anyways, the football game got over. We set overselves into a disco tech... this time to 'Transylvania'...There are 2 guards standing at the entrance... We go inside and wait at one more entrance..the guy there gives us an entry ticket.. we then take the stairs down (Underground).. A band is playing the cover of Guns and roses... we go to the drinks counter and i take Rum cola...and the bartender gives me the exit pass....all of us take a seat and the table is designed in such way that is looks like a coffin with glass cover and deadbody(skeleton) inside.. they say that there used to be a BOA... there.. quite transylvania types...we sip and sip waiting for something to happen.... the band finishes the show and the Dj takes over pumping heavy metal... ''Now thats more like it'' ... i say and we hit stage...

Its 2:00 in the morning...devastated... we head towards a plaza...(Open place...in front of the church)..from there toni and florian heads back home... i meet Nicole. she, prepares a joint..which she had bought few days ago.. from a pusher...she has this small instrument for making cigarettes... she prepares a beautiful joint... i haven't seen such a beautiful joint..anywhere... even our macha is not so skilled in preparing..what he calls BOB... By the time we finish off... its already 4 in the morning... i'm totaly blown...

Scene 4: (The travel..)

Its 8 in the morning... the train is at 9:30.. I call up ryan... he is still on the way.. Meanwhile we have already reached the station..its 9:15.. The big board says the train stops at platform 2...We are still waiting for ryan.. Its 9:20.. He appears in front of the counter and we rush towards the platform 2... " and we run and we run to catch up with the sun that is sinking..." So there we are in platform 2 at about 9:25 am... its strange.. there is no train... there.. we thought we saw the platform number right... its 9:29.. we ask the TT as to were this platform is.. he said its platform 2........ 'West' what the HECK!! now where is west???..incidentaly we were standing on east platform.. Now who the bloody hell knew there had 4 directions for a single platform.. Anyways... again " and we run and we run to catch up with the sun that is sinking.." its 9:32 we could see the sun sinking...right in front of us... we missed the train to PISA.... after 3 hrs... we were standing in front of 'leaning tower of PISA ' one of the worlds wonder...

Scene 5:(Pablo's Party...)

He had invited me to come at 2:00 in the afternoon... its 6pm.. i leave the lab and walk towards my residence... it takes me 20 min to reach. Pablo's doing his research in physics... specialization in material structure, he could cook very good 'Tortilla' (A kind of Omlette with potatoes and onions), and now he is completing his intership here in bologna and returning to Valencia,Spain. He plays good football, and always wants to keep me covered..( cause he thinks i play better than him)... Now i am standing near him with a drink in my hand called 'Sangria' a typical drink from spain.. its nothing but full of wine with fruits and water... i go around and meet some friends... i caught an eye with a girl there.. she speaks french and little bit of italian..and she was curious with the culture of india..etc etc.. went on and on for about half an hour.. i took her number and asked if she could show me around paris..

(FlashForward)

Somewhere in france....Its early morning...i come out of my house and i see kids playing in the lawn... she asks me something in french...i said i just had breakfast...

I walk around and meet this guy called Sirius.. he is from Milan.. He was high with sangria.. i could make out from his eyes.. he had been drinking since afternoon.. He is studying economy by the way..he was belting statistics about india..and said that India is already there.. i asked him where??.... he said it has beaten all of europe. and is already there.. i once again asked him clamly..Where??...he said in the next 10 yrs..India will lead the world in all fields..and its already there.. i give him a cup of sangria and ask him where??...he was pointing his finger to the sky... THERE.!!!!

Song recomendation... . i think its your turn to recommend me a song!!..


Gattz

... And the move has started....

.. India is growing at the rate of 8%...and by 2020 we will beat everyone in the planet......comfortably.

When India opened its economy in 1991, leftists warned that uncompetitive Indian companies would be killed or swallowed up by multinationals. Fifteen years later, the shoe is on the other foot: Indian companies are taking over giant multinationals.

In 2006, Indian companies raised $ 19 billion from global markets to finance foreign takeovers and internal expansion. This far exceeded the inflow of foreign direct investment (around $ 10 billion).

India has once again leapfrogged the conventional path of economic growth. Countries normally succeed in manufacturing exports before succeeding in services, but India leapfrogged to stunning success in services first. Countries normally attract large amounts of foreign investment before venturing abroad themselves, but here too India has leapfrogged into massive investment abroad without waiting for massive foreign investment in India.

The biggest takeover story of 2006 was Tata Steel’s bid to take over Britain’s Corus (the outcome is still awaited). There is a delicious historical twist in this. When Jamsetji Tata first proposed to manufacture steel a century ago, Sir Frederick Upcott, head of the Railways, was so contemptuous of Indian capabilities that he undertook to eat every ounce of steel that Tata could produce.

One century later, Tata Steel is set to take over the whole British steel industry (which is part of Corus). Sir Frederick Upcott must be turning in his grave. The empire has struck back with a vengeance.

How can Tata afford to buy Corus, which is thrice its size? Because global financiers are happy to lend Tata $ 8 billion, confident that it will do a better job than the current British owners. The Corus management itself agrees, and has backed Tata’s bid.

This is the real revolution of 2006. India has left behind the stage of being seen as a global supplier of software, generic drugs and auto components. It is now seen as a global managerial power, one that can take over multinationals across the world and improve their performance. So, global financiers are tripping over one other to fund foreign acquisitions by Indian companies.

This new Indian image owes much to Lakshmi Mittals’ success in acquiring and turning round steel plants in many continents, becoming global number one in steel. His key managers are mostly Indians. Their success has established Indian managerial capabilities in steel as being superior to American and European ones.

But Mittal is not an isolated example. Virtually every top Indian company in software, pharmaceuticals and auto has acquired foreign companies or set up greenfield factories abroad. I don’t want to bore readers with the full list of Indian acquisitions in 2006, but here are some prominent examples.

Tata Tea acquired US energy drinks manufacturer Energy Brands for $ 677 m. Dr Reddy’s Labs acquired Betapharm of Germany for $ 570 m. Suzlon acquired Eve Holdings of Belgium to become one of the world’s top manufacturers of windmills. Ranbaxy acquired Romanian pharmaceutical producer Terapia for $ 324 m. Tata Coffee acquired US company Eight o’Clock Coffee for $ 220 m.

Medium Indian companies have rushed into foreign acquisitions no less than big ones. Bharat Forge has acquired half a dozen companies in the US and Europe and become global number two in automotive forgings. It hopes to become number one by 2008. Amtek Auto would like to become number one in castings, Jain Irrigation in drip irrigation and sprinklers, Sundaram Fasteners in industrial fasteners. Essel Packaging took over Switzerland’s Propack some years ago to become global number one in laminated tubes (used for packaging toothpaste and cosmetics).

Many medium Indian companies (eg. Havells, Bharat Forge, Wockhardt) have managed to raised billions abroad for unspecified takeovers at some future date. India Inc. has acquired such a good image that it matters less and less which Indian company is raising finance, for what purpose and in which country. Global finance is willing to back Indians to take over the world.

Till recently, Indian businessmen were terrified of competing with China. But now a dozen Indian companies including Mahindra, Infosys and Sundaram Fasteners are investing in China, confident of beating the Chinese in their home ground. Essel Propack has long been number one in China.

The world now believes that Indians are excellent managers, better than those in several American and Eruropean countries. What used to be the biggest companies in the world, General Motors and Ford, today have a credit rating far lower than that of Tata, Birla, Reliance and other Indian groups. Indian companies can raise cheap international finance to acquire ailing American giants, but not the other way round. Hundreds of Indian companies have become MNCs with growing empires.

This is only the beginning of the great Indian takeover. Indian companies should aim for the sky over the next two decades. I look forward to the day when ICICI Bank takes over Citibank ; when Infosys acquires IBM: when Reliance takes over Exxon; and Tata Motors takes over General Motors.*

Its you guys out there making us proud... Why wait till 2020? ... 5yrs down the line and briton would be eating from our hands...

Gattz


* courtesy swaminomics

Silhouette

....The wait was worth it... isn't it?

The temp is 9 deg and dropping..It takes me around 10 min to walk from my room to the lab. I can feel the wind chill flowing over my body even with 3 layers of cloth over my body.

Its 8:00 am still misty outside.. Not brave enough to open the window to let air in. The heater is ON.. keeps us warm 'somewhat'...my roomie is still sleeping...but this time the roomie has changed... i have slight headache...not because of the wine i had last night but too many simulations can get you a head ache...Anyways, i goto the bathroom to start my day. I go into the TIMELINE... i take my oralB and local toothpaste called microsfere con (with) microgranules and start brushing me teeth....first on the left side after few in's and out's ,i go to the right hand side and after few in's and out's..i'm done with the brushing... About soaps, well we get the same soaps that we get in india..(atleast i found it like that..)..Palmolive.. What a name!!! Seems to be a mix of Palm oil and Olive oil in the soap.. but in any case it is after all a sodium cake... TIMELINE over... i switch on the TV... and change the channel to MTV.... These guys suck everywhere.. same songs over and over again....

Its 8:45 am...all dressed up...looking like i'm wearing a spacesuit or somethin'.. anyways i take my bag and walk towards the gate.... and into the street... Its cold..i can feel the wind chill flowing over my body... I take a detour towards a caffe bar...

Me: Ciao.
The Lady: Ciao.

Me: Uno Cappucino e Uno bombolona (a kind of italian sweet filled with Choclate)
The Lady: Ok.

Me: Grazie.
The Lady: Forie? (Outside?)

Me: Si..(Yes..)
(People generally prefer to take a quick drink inside the bar...and ofcourse chat with the lady..)

Anyways, i get cappucino, bombolona, acqua (water) and sugar packets.... Nice weather by the way..
After finishing the breakfast, i go to the counter and pay the bill which comes to 2.10 euros..

Me: Ciao ( Bye)


I walk slowly towards my laboratory... After crossing few roads and after watching few chicks (..fully covered..) i reach the laboratory...

I go into the TIMELINE.... "work".... prof comes and asks for the results.. "work"....

Its 12:30pm.. time for a pizza... Me and my friend go to a resturant ... we order for verdure (vegitable) Pizza... stuffed with olive oil and cheese we can see the vegitables cooked and lying on top of the pizza... i take a bite.. Mmmmmm absolutely marvelous.... So after about 30-40 min we leave the place paying him around 20 bucks...

Its 2:00 pm, i am in the lab..fully stuffed.. can't say how much but upto to the rim.. no more TIMELINES.. now time for sleep... ha ha ha..... to reduce the pizza hangover ( i believe i can use it here..) i go towards a coffee vending machine.. but this time only caffe.. a strong coffee without milk...


And the rest of the day in another part... so till then... song recommendation

Artist : ' the Killers ' (Las Vegas band,....) ,
Album : Sams town ,
Song : 'When you were Young'

and

Artist : ' MUSE' (British band without british accent...) ,
Album : Black holes and revelations ,
Song : ' Starlight'

So till then... happpy blogging and i hope that i increase the frequency of my posts.. and by the way howz the guy in the foto and his new car?


gattz

What's the difference?

There are two things which i wanted to share..

Firstly,

I am attending italian language course..and obviously there are guys and girls from many parts of the globe...like my friend faisal from pakistan, paschen frm stuttgart, oriana from france, hot-chick from spain, joke(its pronounced like that..i donno xact wordings) from belgium..etc etc.. and then obviously countless chingis for the fill-in..

It so happend that we had overstayed without getting the permit of stay within 8 days..and we had to rush in to the foreign office 3 times..but they said that it was o.k nothing to worry about...
we were standing in the queue (Here too we have to come very early to get things done...) we met this guy from palestine called mohammed.

Me:Hey mohammed. Come stai? (How are you?)

He:Molto bene..(Very Good)

Well thats as far as i can go in italian and finally i had to stick to english for the next talk onwards.. as a matter of fact even he too.. He ahs come here to study medicine.. and just completed his high school..i mean 12th as we call it here..

He:Well, here i am having a tough time with the food..Back in palestine we get lot of varities..
Me: Yeah, me too..Back in india we get ot of varities..

He: Like what?
Me: Like, masal dosa,idly vada,pani puri (i think i went on and on for 5 min)..

He:Yeah even we get lot of items..

Me:Like dates,badam,pistas..etc etc..
He:Whats badam? whats pista?

Me:do u cook or u get from the market..
He: I sometimes cook..

Me:Right now only pizzas and pastas..(pointing to my friend) he doen't eat meat..
He:Oh!! and what about u?

Me:yeah i eat but only a selected ones..i mean chicken legs, chicken wings,chicken breast...but not chicken feet, chicken head and chicken feathers..

He: Oh i see..that means you don't eat beef, and pork..
me:Nailed it.

He:yeah we don't eat pork..but y u don't eat beef..?
Me: ( i had to stat the story from ramayana.. and tell him that you will find more cows walking around the roads that traffic polices)

He:Do you drink?
Me:No.

He: Yeah in quran it is not allowed to drink... Even i don't drink...that means we are same but the difference is COW..
Me: Oh! is it?

He:Do u have girlfriends?
Me:No.

He:Even i don't have girlfrinds...that means we are same... but the difference is COW..

Although i have presented a very vague cross-secion of that guy..he is really funny...

Secondly,

The above picture is of Brian burton and Themas Callaway together called Gnarls Barkley Their first album, St. Elsewhere, was released by Warner Music on April 24, 2006 in the UK and on May 9 in the US by Atlantic/Downtown Records.

"Crazy", their first single was released as a single on April 3, 2006, preceded by its release as digital download and 12" Vinyl record single in March 2006. On 2 April 2006, it became the first ever UK number one single based on download sales alone.

So what i suggest is you guys out there "Beg, Buy,Borrow,Steal or Download"... a must listen song...

i have it 'ON' as i am writing this...

So till then...

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably

Yours truly
Gattz

A Brand New day

Blog has turned 2 this month...Happy Birthday.

So i had to wait for four hours in Frankfurt....i was directed to counter number 1C..There was a big line there..probably the boarding had started..then i found out that i had to wait for 4hrs. I went to luftansa counter...there was a big queue...a guy from africa was going to stockholm...and aunty from india was standing in front of that guy.Since the queue was long..the african guy decided that he couldn't stand in the queue..so he left his bag there and asked the aunty to look after it...So aunty was asking me as to where to i was heading?US? i said no....to Italy.Well she was going to US..so she asked all those blah blah and more blahs....there was a lady who had just joined the line...

The started moving slowly..the lady behind me asked about the bag the african had left..i said it was not mine..i think she got a little suspicious about the bag..i told her that the guy is sitting there..its his bag..but she went on with all the crap(Bombs and stuffs) and the ladies in the counter were informed about the bag...i told her that the bag belongs to the guy who was sitting there...the line had stared moving...and the guy came to pick his bag..Oh!these mindless foreingers...

I got my boarding pass....and had to wait for four hrs in the airport. At about...4 in the evening i boarded Luftansa..to bologna,Italy...the only indian on the plane.( the airhostess was good)

5:30pm i called up hotel were a room booked and confirmed the booking. i took a taxi to bologna.
6:00pm My friend was waiting for me...'Welcome to bologna' ...nice place.

Next day we were taken to university Hostel called 'Il Castellaccio'..the incharge of the hostel is from Argentina...and the worst part..is he cannot speak english...we had to manage with sign language...Nice guy..'Nestor'..


The pic shows the two towers of Bologna...


Arrivederchi (Goodbye)

Gatty

The Last Day

Thank You.

So a new canteen has been opened, our block getting renovated. The proudest block to live in because C.V.Raman stayed there. The E block.

Its 8:00am, friday. I got up early today somewhat, my roomie still sleeping. He had night shift. I reach for toothpaste : its empty. Well, whats a roomie for? I take my brush filled with toothpaste and walk towards bathroom. I realize that the bathroom has been under renovation because of the long lasting demands of the students to renovate the 80yr old bathroom..... i begin to wonder.. why does my post always contain a mention of bathroom??? anyways, i move on to the other side of the block.

Its 8:45am,friday.Next stop mess. Well i decided to do something different. I went to Coffee board, where they serve real good Idly Vadas.

Its 10:00am,Friday. i know ,i know for the rest of the day it will remain friday...but still. I am in lab now..National MEMS Design Centre.. recently our dudes have designed a new website for our lab..anyways, we clicked some pictures with our profs and all the lab members.... said goodbye to all of the guys.. Well very few labmates are remaining. Most of them have left either to US or they got good jobs.

12:30 friday, very special lunch for me.. rice, dal fry some more fry and then omlette... Take my place. Search for some familiar faces..

The rest of the day.. spend stuffing up my stuffs in the bag. No more football. No more IISc chicks (as if i had one).. no more sandwiches in faculty club... no more riding in bicycle.No more guys pestering for design problems...

Its 8:30pm Friday, i have completed stuffing almost all the materials. i reach for my back pack. one more paper left to put inside the bag. A copy of the resignation letter.

Its 9:00pm my bus is at 9:30 i figure out that it needs atleast 25min to reach the stop. i hurry up. The person puts all the luggage inside the bus. 8 more hours to reach home. Me see the busstop for the last time... Put the pillow underneath the head, reach the oblivion...

Yourz truly

Gattz

Joga Bonito

Well a game is a game is a game, as someone once said (.....probably just me). Anyway, what a wonderful month it was....right from day one, it was just pure fun.....for every match, we used to take sides and rejoice if our team wins, shake our head if it looses and then on to the next match, new sides to take and etc...then the big ones, the quarters, semis and then the final....there we were, me, gatty and the rest of the guys watching the climax of the greatest show on earth....we did expect fireworks and boy, did we get it!...all the wonderful passes, "yaaah" goals, the "ooooh" misses, the pushing and the shoving, the "oscar-winning" injuries and then the finale...not the head-butting dear, but the penalty kicks....and what a nail biting finish!...and of course, then the usual blaming and counter-blaming, blah blah. What mattered at the end was a nation with no footballing team to speak of, enjoys the global game and celebrates the victory/weeps in defeat, as if it was its own. Now, what more could we ask for? Joga Bonito !!

Heart break...

What ever said and done....Zinédine Yazid Zidane will always be remembered as the greatest footballer ever (atleast by me) ..and he was righlty given the Golden Ball award. He was the one who single handedly brought France to the finals...and single handedly deprived it of the CUP..but still i feel france should have won the FIFA cup. One cannot forget the pass he gave to ribery in the match against spain and the goal he scored after that. But ultimately what matters is not the feeling, but how many goals have been scored and Italians had it in them....LUCK. This four letter word is the one which decides between WIN and LOSE. But Zidane had that four letter word in his feets....

Commenting about the game: Italians played one of the most pathetic game i have seen. They had 9 defenders, 1 striker and a goalie. No counter attack and no attack which the italians have always been known for. In fact the attack style "Blitzkreig" was brought up by them. They fully showed this style against the germans....thats italians...thats the game they play (Both the goals scored against germans came from the clearance by the defenders) But what happend on sunday.??? were they afraid of french defence..Thuram, Mekelele....at al?

One header to Buffons gloves and the other to Materazzi's chest. I believe that RED card was a little bit harsh on him...47 seconds after the match started cannavaro almost knocked Henry COLD.... but who saw..nobody protested...So no Yellow.. no RED..and what about Figo's header in the match against holland? He was given a clean chit....anyways.. Lets not talk about who is right nor who is wrong..its all in the game..thats what makes football more interesting and continues to inspire billions of souls....Probably its the 'idiosyncracy of the genius souls'

MARADONA WAS ONE OF THEM.......................

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tCoMtPuL3Q&search=maradona%20original


.............and the song which is played in back ground....

Artist: The Animals

Song: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

Baby, do you understand me now

Sometimes I feel a little mad

But don't you know that no one alive

Can always be an angel

When things go wrong I seem to be bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree

With a joy that's hard to hide

And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry

Then you're bound to see my other side

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy I want you to know

That I never mean to take it out on you

Life has it's problems and I get my share

And that's one thing I never meant to do

Because I love you

Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human

Have thoughts like any other one

Sometimes I find myself long regretting

Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

_____

Fully played with spanish guitar....Beg, Buy Borrow....a must listen song....

Your's Gattz

Votta Game....!!!

It was 5:30 pm and i knew today there was match between Argentina and Serbia & montenegro. Well my prediction was 2-0. Pretty decent i felt.. i have a long chart of predictions for all the matches...anyways, i went to mess..took a glass of milk poured tea decoction and a spoon of sugar.. there was Veg Puff to eat..i took a seat and started to eat....in front of me there was a guy who was reading 'Times' newspaper....i was waiting for that guy to leave the paper and go....After 5 min he finishes of his tea and goes away...me quickly grabs the paper and start reading...one hand tea one hand times..Oh! i forgot to tell you there is no coffee in the mess, the mess officials have protested by not giving us coffee since the coffee vending machine has broken down and it is not repaired by the hostel authorities..so u know..tit 4 tat...Ok politics apart, its 6:00pm the match starts at 6:30pm...me, finishes of the times paper and tea...and go towards the hostel TV room...TV room is not that spacious but enough for 50 guys to cramp in..but quite understood, knowing that there is a TV in each floor of the hostel. Anyways, i pick a chair and sat tightly glued to the TV. Star movies, nobody was watching that..but still it was running...everybody are waiting for 6:30 with newspapers in their hand....the clock starts ticking and people start pouring......

"Abe baaju hat.."
"sir, thoda iss taraf..."
"Can you please remove the chair...thank you"
"Neeche bait jaa..."

So now the room is packed..and one fellow rightly changes the channel to ESPN..we see harsha bhogle's face...with 2 other fellows predicting a win for ARG.

Jose Perkerman had said before the tournament, that the tactic would be to hold the possession around the penalty area and create tension before unleashing a strike when least expected.

To be brief; it was 3-0 in the first half. The 2nd goal which was netted by cambiasso was a classic. After 22 passes cambiasso nets the ball, total team effort. S&M had no answer at all..They had held Netherland to 1-0. So quite a good team..but the story is not yet over..


Second half yet to come...The game was drifting after the second half started. However Carlos Tevez came in for Saviola while Lionel Messi for Maxi and the game struck fire once again. Crespo got the goal he deserved making him the tournament’s leading scorer, after a beautiful pass from Messi. While Tevez dodged two defenders and struck a goal. Messi scored the final goal, because the score sheet just wouldn’t look right without his name on it. 6-0

They say Riquelme is the missile and crespo the warhead...deadly combination for argentina.. and pekerman has got Messi,Tevez and Aimar up his sleeves.

Match not to be missed...


So till then..Viva la Argentina..


Yours Gattz

Very Inspiring ............

There are many stories which our grand mothers used to say about the maharaja's and the ancient mythologies and their awe inspiring courage in which the good beats the evil. But here is something which generations after generations will reiterate the courage of the young lad, who with the swing of his bat taught the whole world what we can become.......

1989-1990 Pakistan v India, 1st Test, National Stadium:

Picture this: Pakistan's National Stadium, packed to the rafters with home team supporters roaring their team on against the hated enemy. In the middle, easily the most fearsome pace attack of the time - the young Waqar Younis and Wasim Akram, backed by the legendary Imran Khan. Krish Srikkanth, Navjot Sidhu and Sanjay Manjrekar are blasted out in rapid succession (13/3). Prabhakar is fourth out - and a young lad of just over 16 years walks out into the cauldron.
Imran sets an attacking field, and the two fearsome young fast bowlers go for blood, with a barrage of short-pitched deliveries that buzz around the tyke's head. A ball from Younis rears up and smacks the youngster on the helmet. Concerned, the close in fielders and the bowler rush up to render assistance. The youngster shakes his head to clear it - and through the visor of his helmet, boyish eyes glare in defiance. He scored only 15 that day - but in the nerveless fashion in which he took guard again after having his bell rung, he announced himself a man among men.

Lets ask ourselves two questions:How many feet did Orville and Wilbur Wright traverse in their first flight? And what was our own biggest accomplishment at age 16?



1990, England v India, 2nd Test, Old Trafford:

England 519. India - powered by a swashbuckling 179 from Mohammad Azharuddin - 432. England in the second innings, 320 for 4 declared, leaving India 408 to make to win. What follows, is a sorry procession: Ravi Shastri, Navjot Sidhu, Sanjay Manjrekar, Dilip Vengsarkar and Azharuddin back in the hut with 109 on the board. Kapil Dev follows, 18 runs later.
And then a lad not yet old enough to qualify for a driving license drives England's attack to distraction. While Manoj Prabhakar (67 not out) holds his end up with dogged determination, the boy wonder cuts loose. A defensive innings at that point would have been hailed as a masterpiece - but 17-year-old Tendulkar attacks, shots of scintillating brilliance punctuating an unbeaten innings of 119 that carries his team to safety.

Passion to do something for the country is only amongst few.......Sachin is one amongst them....Very Inspiring.


** Courtesy Prem Panicker

Chaos Theory

What exactly is chaos? The name "chaos theory" comes from the fact that the systems that the theory describes are apparently disordered, but chaos theory is really about finding the underlying order in apparently random data.

When was chaos first discovered? The first true experimenter in chaos was a meteorologist, named Edward Lorenz. In 1960, he was working on the problem of weather prediction. He had a computer set up, with a set of twelve equations to model the weather. It didn't predict the weather itself. However this computer program did theoretically predict what the weather might be.

One day in 1961, he wanted to see a particular sequence again. To save time, he started in the middle of the sequence, instead of the beginning. He entered the number off his printout and left to let it run.

When he came back an hour later, the sequence had evolved differently. Instead of the same pattern as before, it diverged from the pattern, ending up wildly different from the original. (See figure) Eventually he figured out what happened. The computer stored the numbers to six decimal places in its memory. To save paper, he only had it print out three decimal places. In the original sequence, the number was .506127, and he had only typed the first three digits, .506.

By all conventional ideas of the time, it should have worked. He should have gotten a sequence very close to the original sequence. A scientist considers himself lucky if he can get measurements with accuracy to three decimal places. Surely the fourth and fifth, impossible to measure using reasonable methods, can't have a huge effect on the outcome of the experiment. Lorenz proved this idea wrong.

This effect came to be known as the butterfly effect. The amount of difference in the starting points of the two curves is so small that it is comparable to a butterfly flapping its wings.

" The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen, does."

(Ian Stewart, Does God Play Dice? The Mathematics of Chaos, pg. 141)

This phenomenon, common to chaos theory, is also known as sensitive dependence on initial conditions. Just a small change in the initial conditions can drastically change the long-term behavior of a system. Such a small amount of difference in a measurement might be considered experimental noise, background noise, or an inaccuracy of the equipment. Such things are impossible to avoid in even the most isolated lab. With a starting number of 2, the final result can be entirely different from the same system with a starting value of 2.000001. It is simply impossible to achieve this level of accuracy - just try and measure something to the nearest millionth of an inch!

From this idea, Lorenz stated that it is impossible to predict the weather accurately. However, this discovery led Lorenz on to other aspects of what eventually came to be known as chaos theory.

Chaos has already had a lasting effect on science, yet there is much still left to be discovered. Many scientists believe that twentieth century science will be known for only three theories: relativity, quantum mechanics, and chaos. Aspects of chaos show up everywhere around the world, from the currents of the ocean and the flow of blood through fractal blood vessels to the branches of trees and the effects of turbulence. Chaos has inescapably become part of modern science. As chaos changed from a little-known theory to a full science of its own, it has received widespread publicity. Chaos theory has changed the direction of science: in the eyes of the general public, physics is no longer simply the study of subatomic particles in a billion-dollar particle accelerator, but the study of chaotic systems and how they work.

It may not be that your exsistance depended on chaos or may be it is......
Science is Beautiful isn't it?



[**Thanx to mukesh who introduced me to chaos and greg rae for the material]

Conversation-2

It was about 8:00pm. I was hungry, very hungry. I got up from the chair and put on my jacket. There was nobody in the lab.I switched off all the lights... and then locked the door. I put on my shoes and started walking outside towards the cycle. The 'hell raiser' really man it is a 'hell raiser' because the seat fits only my ass. Well you can call it custom made or whatever......mess is not far away but it is not nearby also..we have to cross few 'margs' and then reach. In about 10 min i was there in front of the mess. As usual i parked the cycle and walked towards the mess. There was something fishy in the air....oh i thought today they were serving fish curry..thats why.(PJ PJ..i know).....lot of people were outside in the garden hanging on to their mobile phones...what the heck..??? Anyways i did not care i went inside and washed my hands. Thank god..no Q this time. I picked one plate and 2 cups. 2 spoon of rice, some bheja fry, chicken curry, sambar, 1 chapati..and the final touches with the pickle,curd,kheer and a glass of water. Sumptous isn't it. Yeah you are really taken care of here ...Anyways, After about 10min, i picked up the empty plate and then dropped in the washing container. I washed my hand and was about to leave....well i actually left. I sat on the hercules and slowly pedaled and pedaled. There were unusual amout of people on the road especially girls speaking on their mobiles. On the way i met this fellow who is working on "FINFETS" (don't bother, its another form of transistor.) So the conversation goes like this.......

He:"Tere ko maalum hai kya?"
Me:"Kya..?"

He:"Abey maalum nahi hai kya?"
Me:"Han malum hai ki to pee ke aagya hai..."

He:" There was a terrorist attack in the auditorium...one person seriously injured and the rest of them injured..."
Me:"Kitna daala? 90 ya 60"

He:"Sacchi me yaar..you see the aaj tak news...this was a flash"
me thinks 'might be saying the truth'. Then his friend comes over (who was incidentaley was on the mobile phone)

His friend:" They used AK47 it seems and 6 of them injured.... there has been an alert and all the gates are sealed."

That's when the chill ran through my spine......

I rushed back to the lab and my friend was sitting in the corner..doing something.

Me:"Do you know..macha?"
He( my another friend):"What?" ( with a casual expression)

Me:"There was an attack by terrorist...in front of auditorium." ( Seriously...i did not know which auditorium.. there are millions of auditorium around here and lot of conferences going on)

He:"What are you talikng?" ( He could not believe.....naturally)
Me:" Just type rediff/ndtv and check man"

He gets a phone call on his mobile.(His relative perhaps....enquiring about his whereabouts)

Then enters our great lad, the dude from 'University of Notre dam' 100 miles from chicago. Has worked on MEMS 3D spiral inductors...

Me:"Do you that there was an att....?"
dude:" Yeah... heard the news. But there is no security at the gates, i came through without the check"

Me:"Oh.."

I called home asking them not to worry.

( Then we started of with conversation about how to protect IISc...etc etc)

We did not know exactly how many of them were there(at that point of time) some were saying 3 of them (2 dead and 1 missing). So we thought it would not safe for us to go out and we decided to stay in the lab watching "Lethal Weapon"


Song Recommendation:

Judas Priest: ' Breaking the Law ' Its too good man....

Lyrics is something like this:

There I was completely wasting, out of work and down
All inside it’s so frustrating as I drift from town to town
Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die
So I might as well begin to put some action in my life

Breaking the law, breaking the law 4

So much for the golden future, I can’t even start
I’ve had every promise broken, there’s anger in my heart
You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have a clue
If you did you’d find yourselves doing the same thing too
Breaking the law, breaking the law 4

You don’t know what it’s like
Breaking the law, breaking the law 4

Conversation

It was evening. I had just returned to the hostel. I parked my cycle and was climbing up the stairs. I met this fellow who had joined recently to the hostel.

me: "Whats your name?"
Him: "Ghanshyam"

me: "Which department are you in?"
Ghanshyam: "MRC"

me: "Oh Ok.." (MRC means Materials Research Centre)
I began climbing the stairs...he followed me..

me:"Where is your room?"
GS:"No: 65"

Me: "Oh next to mine...."(Just to keep him along with the conversation..)
GS:"Yeah.."

I reach my room in the first floor...and open the door.He still stays with me..

Me: "By the Way what are you working on?"
GS: "Lithography of Galium arcenide substrate...."


Me:"What??"
GS:"Yeah, i do the patterning of the photoresist and deposit metal on top of it to build a IR sensor...blah blah blah.."

Me:"Ok Ok"
GS:"What about you?" (i knew newtons 3rd law works here too..)

Me:"MEMS"

GS:" You are from which college?"

Me:"MIT,manipal"
GS:"WHAT!!!"

Me:"M.I.T, manipal"
GS:" Oh!! i thought 'THAT'.....MIT"

Me:"What MIT???"
GS:"Masschse.......etc etc"

Me:" Good guess....ok then see you"
GS:"bye"

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Poem

"What have we here lad....."
"Mysterious scribbles..?"
"Secret Codes..?"
"Oh...Poems none the less"
"Poems every body......" (laughs)
"This lad reckons himself a poet..." (laughs)

'Money gets back'

'I'm alright jack'

' keep your hands of my stack'

"Absolute rubbish...."

And thus begins the world famous song by floyd which has been sung over and over again which put them on top of the chart for over a decade. The ultimate revolutionary lyrics. Well, it may be very difficult or shall i say a subtle demarcation between the poem and a song write up. Wonder why William wordsworth's poems have never been made into a song. Its very difficult to write a song or a poem. I have tried a few times but finaly it ends out to be very bad. Why don't you give a try..... Well not necessary that it always have to rhyme. But ofcourse it needs some IQ....

'i walk on the shore'

'i hear the uproar'

'Far away by the distance'

'where the river meets the sea'

'i see a fence'

'a man about to pee'

I don't know what meaning it conveys but i thought it was good enough to qualify as a poem. Let me dedicate this article to the poets and the song writers. Infosys came out with a theme song and so did microsoft. Well, microsoft wanted it to be more of rock so they approached parikrama.


Finally, Let me try one serious poem. Mmmmm....trying to find some ideas....motivation. Mmmmmmm.......can't get any idea. Let me try for one time....go out and get some fresh air, watch nature, have tea and come back....Its already dark mid night 12:51pm to be precise.

Here i am....
Ghost

' i felt soft fingers at my throat'

' it seemed someone was strangling me'

' the lips were hard as they were sweet'

' it seemed someone was kissing me'

' my vital bones about to crack'

' i gaped into another's eyes'

' i saw it was a fate i knew'

' a face as sweet as it was grim'

' it did not smile it did not week'

' its eyes were wide & white its skin'

' i did not smile i did not weep'

' i raised my hand touched its cheek'

I knew you would like it. I can even see the big smile on your face.

Harold pinter the noble prize winner for literature 2005. To be honest, its him who wrote the poem. Titled 'Ghost' written in 1983. I'm still searching for the golden lines.....


I shall put some golden lines by 'robbie williams' song called as 'supreme'


Oh it seemed forever stopped today
All the lonely hearts in London
Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married
All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived

Yeah are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumour in your humour,
Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit,
Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive
You must survive

Black Hole

I go deep into the endless abyss..i feel as if i am falling down a 20 storyed building and going down and down and down...Suddenly something stuck like a lightning. I find my self floating in air as if i am walking in zero gravity. I've no clothes on. There are marks all over the body as if someone had just put a bar code all over. I swim across my room and find a glass door, i open it. Its full of clothes, i take a black jacket and put it on. I fall on the ground and find myself walking. Oh i forgot to tell you that it was a gravity push up jacket. But where am I??? I search for some instrument to show time, i look at the corner of the table, the computer just shows what i think. Time is 9:00Am. I go out of the room towards the garden, the atmosphere is misty and very little light. I have a vague feeling as if something is squeezing my belly. I bend down to take the can of energy drink. I open it and gulp the contents..feeling gone. I turn the can and find out that it was H2O. Time has slowed down as if i am walking in a slow motion. Probably the effect of the energy drink... I slowly walk towards the garage. After the retina scanning and the RFID tag inspection on my body, the garage door opens.... A gorgeous jet is parked inside. But Where am i??? The jet automaticaly comes near me and opens the hood. I board.The state of the art electromagnetic levitation machine which is controlled by nanoprocessors made up of SET's(Single Electron Transistors). I enter the location. The jet zooms into outer space and its all dark. I put on the music which sounds like "ROCK"and in about 10min i am there..but where?? It seems like another planet.I see a big building in front of me.I park my jet and slowly walk towards a big building. I can see lot of other inhabitants walking along with me. I reach the big building and slowly take out the memory stick from the pocket, push it onto one of the output locations on the wall. Download some notes and lectures..Oh! its a library, Take out the stick and insert it to the spinal port at the back of my head. The memory stick is basically made of a biocompatible materials where it stores memory using quantum dots..its all small.They have shrunk it!!! I enter the big hall where thousands of inhabitants are sitting in front of the OFPD(Organic Flat Panel Display). I select one of the OFPD and wait for the computer the start something. Suddenly the bell rings.. I can hear the sound slowly becoming louder and louder...everything fades away as if the mist has just been driven by the first rays of sun.Likewise the whole place becomes murkier and murkier...to dissovle into the empty space called as the black hole. The first rays of the sun just touched my eyes and i wake up.. only to appreciate the dream. I still smile and think "well, not bad at all". I get out of my bed and start brushing.....still feeling the same feeling. I dress up and walk outside..the jet is waiting for me..the state of the art electromagnetic levitated machine with nano processor controlled by SET's.....Where am I???

gattz

Dry Day

The three muskeeters prepared to conquer the land of java beans set out on a hunt..the time is when the city sleeps...and then we awake with full glory to the rythem of Floyd and metallica.

"Swami 2 KF strong"

"Sorry sir"

In our 'swalpa adjust maadi' land the time stood still.....the moment frozen in time.Countless of them betrayed and thoughts wandering..dreams shattered..only to be retrived and joined once again in the hope of giving birth to another dream.....

"But why ?"

Its Oct 2nd 9:00pm Gongura restaurant airport road...

We brushed our memories to get some general knowledge and came out with a conclusion that our beloved father of the nation was born on this day which unfortunately falls the day we visited the 'temple of smoke and fire'..fire inside and smoke outside.

So the three muskeeters set out in desparation in the hope of finding oasis in the betrayed land of Silicon valley...thoughts swirlled in our minds.........

But why dry day???.....for the enviromentalists its vanishing of humidity its a dry day...but for us what does that mean..?? truly i had no idea....i thought all our lands had been dried due to severe heat and there was no water to drink anywhere....

Water to drink???

Wandering about with our radars in full intensity to get hold of atleast a guy who sells grape juice....So did one of the muskeeter diverted into the closed 'temple of gin' only to be stopped and diverted ... once again...

The true color of blue has to be felt..not seen..that day was really a dry day..dry in every sense of emotion.. and we still wander.....

Song review: i should have put this song long back...

Until it sleeps:Metallica

Where do I take this pain of mine

I run but it stays right by my side

So tear me open and pour me out

There's things inside that scream and shout

And the pain still hates me

So hold me until it sleeps
Just like the curse, just like the stray

You feed it once and now it stays

Now it stays

So tear me open but beware

There's things inside without a care

And the dirt still stains me

So wash me until I'm clean

It grips you so hold me

It stains you so hold me

It hates you so hold me

It holds you so hold me

Until it sleeps

So tell me why you've chosen me

Don't want your grip

Don't want your greed

Don't want it

I'll tear me open make you gone

No more can you hurt anyone

And the fear still shakes me

So hold me, until it sleeps

It grips you so hold me

It stains you so hold me

It hates you so hold me

It holds you, holds you, holds you until it sleeps
I Don't want it want it want it want it want it No
So tear me open but beware

There's things inside without a care

And the dirt still stains me

So wash me 'til I'm clean
I'll tear thee open make you gone

No longer will you hurt anyone

And the hate still shapes me

So hold me until it sleeps...........

gattz all the way.............

Katrina,rita,sugarcane and haricane.

Is it her??Eh???
There is a lot of talk about her and rita.God knows who is rita..If you find hers send it to me..i mean the foto...people were found climbing roof tops and tree tops to see who is this. Finaly americans realized that there is something other than iraq and oil..It is none other than Katrina..
Poor fellows somany people lost their lives, even the state of the art radars,stealth bombers, reconnosaince aircrafts etc etc also could not detect..what a pity.

Anyways it seems that this was the hot topic of discussion and lot blogs are getting hits..execpt mine..I donno y?? so i decided to rite an article about katrina,rita,their boyfriends haricane and sugarcane....and i ended up screwing the article.

but i tried a doggerel..hope you like it.

I'm bound and wired
I'm beaten and tired
i go to my room
which is not broom(ed)
i take a pill of sleep
through my gill of sheep
My mind goes into simulation mode
she comes in my dream
which is full of cream
Caressing and pleasing
guessing and teasing
she makes her moves
through the grooves
we were in wonderland
not england nor greenland
after that is suspence
plz donot cross the fence
i am running out of ryhme
which is not worth a dime
but she can partner a waif
is she katrin kaif??


Yours truly
gattz

Just another DAY in IISc-II

'Hercules' is waiting for me to take me to the lab. Idly vadas did give some energy to peddle the bicycle all the way up to my lab..

In the Lab: Guys are already there, doing somethin'. me start doing something....look at some of the designs chat with my friends about some bottle necks in the design. Finally we come to conclusion that 'why on eart are we breaking our head for this?" So we discard the design and go for the next one.Download some papers,read it find out what's going on..... This time again the same bottle necks...I wish i could hold the neck of the bottle and gulp all the contents in. We look in the text books for some info, discuss with the PhD guys out here..sort out the problem.Start preparing report. Ok then time for lunch.

In the Mess: Nothing much happening..its crowded..i peep into others plate guessing what the contents would be..Grab a plate..put some rice,curry,omlete french fries,and chapati...holding it in both the hands.... twisting and turning i reach a table....Slowly i start the act..which has been practiced and perfected since the time began..since the evolution of mankind..."eating"...

Back in the Lab: look up..

It 5:15, time to go to hostel....change quickly....time to meet some one. Never it did drive so much passion and thought, neither it did give me so much pleasure for mind and body..i fell in love..I run towards the gymkhana. Time to get physical.The game started, me 'striker' right flank. i get the ball in my right foot.. change it to left foot. go towards the edge of the ground and tackled one guy,take the ball towards the centre..one more guy...again do my little trick and tackle him also..third guy!!..this time i am tired and try to give a pass..but that buger was little hefty for me to handle..so what "get physical"..Oh that was little too much..he fell flat to the ground.Foul was taken..Man, i love this game...end of the day.

The pic what you see of the world cup macth between ARG vs ENG. And that is precisely none other than the world famous 'Deigo Maradona' in his peek of the career. The goalie is 'Peter shilton' of england. And tha goal is termed as the 'hand of god goal'. Since there was a rift between ARG and Eng politically ,this match was seen as the war betwn them. The Englishmen striked back to level up the score to 1-1. Then something happend...something sensational...this lad from 'boca-juniors' turned and twisted the ball to tackle 9 members of the ENG to finally put the ball behind the net.This goal was termed as the "feet of god goal". And this goal is this the world famous goal and is put in the hall of fame of world cup. ARG beat ENG 2-1.


No song review this time...So till next time happy blogging guys..

yourz
Gattz

Just another DAY in IISc

Guys, i've tried a differrent approach of writing. Its in first person point of veiw, i'm naive at this type of writing, so if you find any errors XcuZe me.

Mmmm......Nice smelly room, this is what happens if you don't wash the socks. I look at my watch it shows 2:30, even the birds have started to whistle. I'm still half-awake. My roomie is still in the lab.....I keep all the stuffs on the table. Change clothes. Corridor lights are OFF. I still can hear a faint sound of hindi music...Probably someone next door. The bed looks really cozy to me very much inviting. I take a deep breath and plunge on it. Still the design of the RF-switch is rolling in my mind. A novel structure that has never been thought before......i'm still searching in my dreams...i doze off.......

My roomie's mobile ring's....i wake up but still in half-sleep. Cursing my roomie for the wake up call...i realize that he had alarm in it. Well he is also my kind..using the mobile fone as an alarm clock.Its 8:30 am. Mess closes by 9:30...and it takes around 10 min to reach the mess, so i decide that i have to leave the block by 9:20. I hurry up..pick the mug and go to toilet. Smelly..some bastard had a bad stomach i believe. Finish everyting off before fainting...go back to my room. Colgate gel is waiting for it to blend with the tooth-brush.It eats away some more time...i take the bucket and go towards bathroom..i realize that i had forgot soap... i go back and pick it up.i run towards the bath room.. luckily one was open. Become 'Adam' once again...for sometime though..I go to my room after the 'Adam' pleasure..change clothes..get formal..its already 9:15...take the stuffs with me and run down the steps towards my "Hardley Davidson" the "Hercules Thriller" zoom at the-speed-of-light towards the mess. 'B-Mess'.Still guessing what the menu would be?? Should i go for bread-omlete or go for eat-what-they-give (We do have choice). I fill my cup with tea decoction and add some milk and some sugar too. Idly-vada.. I put some idly and "TWO ONLY" Vadas..with chutney and sambar. Very thin population in the mornings for breakfast. i mean very less chicks..

The pic above shows the main road which leads to the department......the cross roads..You will find me zooming on this road..

I will post the remaining part in the next write up..Mean while my fav..review, the song review

who can beat these guys..a perfect Psychedelic....listen when u r high...amazing.

Floyd
song: High Hopes
Album: division bell


Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowingT
he endless river
Forever and ever



Yours truly
gattz

Blasphemy

True. Howz the pic? I got most coments for my last entry....3 of them......only. The template has been changed and.... ads are supposed to come... what happend yaar...anyways i will check it out.

Research work going on out here. There was a football match organized out here. Teams like 'imaginary madrid' 'lungspool' 'Samba(r) dancers' 'Diegos Desciple''Manchester devided'..etc etc all in all 16 teams in 4 groups and we were ECE (simply 7). Teams consisted of seven members with 2 substitutes. 5 substitutions can be made during the match. 20 min each half and 10 min break.

Fultoo....futball. forward,backward,midfield, right-half ,left-half..etc etc. First match was against hockey team...HOCKEY team??? Yes Hockey team we fought well...but... wish we had donaldo, bagio,rivaldo, dodo....etc etc. Finally we fought, fought until they scored 5 goals. They made mince meat of us, all seven of US (me, sri-ram, ganesh, satyam, goalie, rajesh(prof) , sudhir,chaitanya). By the way we couldn't even open an account. Anyways ther's always next time..

And so we went with full zoom to the playground next day to play our next match...the next chance. Seven of us.Only seven!!! without even a single substitute. I was the goalie (you know to stop the goals) First half 3 goals were scored, wish we had scored it...Looking our state our lab incharge who was watching football offered to play for us. You know what.....we agreed. Second half: 4 goals were scored, again......wish we had scored it. Anyways we fought hard....fought hard to make the ball cross the half line.... but it didn't. Even their goalie scored a goal. As they say "participation is impotent if your not winning".....Ha ha ha....we were made mince meat of the mince meat. But we will not loose courage, as our important players like donaldo,bagio,diego, rivaldo, dodo, me etc etc are heavily preparing for the next match. you know ther's always a next time...you know.. so the next match is on thursday june 30th.

That was the life, futball life....Now the song review... I believe most of you would be little aware of this band called "Amon Amarth", black metal. The lyrics is little bit heavy. Heavy in the sense....well just like the tiltle. check it out...listen to it. It is very heavy and will definetly a head-banger..

God, his son and holy whore

Serpent tongue speaks to me
Of a man from southern land
How ancient Gods are enemies
But I don't understand

Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and christ
Blasphemer of Gods above
One thousand years of lies

They hold their swords to out throats
And force-feed us with faith
'Bout god, his son and holy whore
But now we retaliate

Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice
Threaten us with hell beneath
Now we retaliate

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down

Free yourselves from the chains
Of lies that hold you down
Arise to be free again
We'll fight till we have won

Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ
Power is their only goal
Now they all shall die

Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down

Mess with us and you will feel
A pain so true yet so unreal

Yeah, use your hate, uncreate
Christian state will meet its fate

God, his son and holy whore
Now you will meet your fate


...................Guys the song is like that...not to hurt anybody's feelings..

So till next blog....see you guys..