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February 11, 2007 2 Comments
Thoughts, ramblings, rantings of Renganathan Ramamoorthy
February 11, 2007 2 Comments
October 14, 2006 18 Comments
Many a times I pry
N still many more I try
In my mind infinite times
I just weep and cry…Look at the stars they aint helping
Or go for a smoke outside
Stare at the street, humming a beat
Nothing beats being beside..you
Nothing beats being beside.
Aaah, yes!! I have finally managed to jot down something! Woohoo!!
! Well I had actually jotted this down y’day evening whilst I was almost ready to get outta work. Anyhoo, am completely awake @ 07:06am on a cold Saturday morning. Am in really high-spirits as well [no pun intended]. Was pleasantly woken up by my darling at 20 minutes past 6. Now gonna make a nice coffee and sit and see if I can get my lazy brain to write something.. It’s been far too long
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October 12, 2006 24 Comments
Digging a hole and the walls are caving in
Behind me air’s getting thin but I’m trying
I’m breathing in
Come find me
It hasn’t felt like this before
It hasn’t felt like home before you
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can’t get my mind off of you
I know you’re scared that I’ll soon be over it
That’s part of it all
Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won’t fall
It hasn’t felt like this before
It hasn’t felt like home before you
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should than I thought I could
Can’t get my mind off of you
And I hate the phone
But I wish you’d call
Thought being alone
Was better than was better than
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel this way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can’t get my mind off of you
Can’t get my mind off of you
And I know it’s easy to say but it’s harder to feel
This way
And I miss you more than I should
Than I thought I could
Can’t get my mind off of youJoshua Radin – The Fear You won’t fall
I am hooked on to this song. I have been listening to this song since today morning and still haven’t taken it off repeat!
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Today: Woke up, and got to office. Work was crazy. On the way back home, registered myself at a gym for working out. Reached home and realised that I had left my house keys @ office. Panicked and called Vivek and then Arijit and then made him take the keys from office. Thank God he decided to stay back @ office. While waiting, went to a pizza bar, had a vegetarian pizza coupled with a beer. Solved 3 sudoku puzzles. Waited @ the Bahnhof for about an hour for him to come and gimme the keys. Decided to play badminton again this Friday. Came back home and tried out the new microphone. Not bad @ all. Much clearer than the built in laptop microphone. Waiting for Harsh/Arjun to try it out! Now can’t sleep as this is the usual time I am busy chatting with my better half!
October 8, 2006 8 Comments
Here comes the cold
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own
You – enter you
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you in powder blueWho knows what will be
But I’ll make you this guaranteeNo way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it’s obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas timeIn the dark, on the phone
You tell me the names of your brothers
And your favorite colors
I’m learning you
And when it snows again
We’ll take a walk outside
And search the sky
Like children do
I’ll say to youNo way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it’s obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
And come January we’re frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won’t you be my valentine?And we’ll both be safe ’til St. Patrick’s Day
We should take a ride tonight around the town
and look around at all the beautiful houses
something in the way that blue lights on a black night
can make you feel more
everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be
just like you and meNo one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we’re frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won’t you be my valentine?And if our always is all that we gave
And we someday take that away
I’ll be alright if it was just ’til St. Patrick’s Day- John Mayer – St. Patricks Day!
I am wondering why I didn’t pick this song earlier into my liking of JM songs… I think it’s one of the best contemporary lyrics I have heard in all my life
!! Especially the main chorus and the second stanza
! Amazing!! Simply super dooper
August 15, 2006 8 Comments
Until now, I was wondering as to what was wrong and that I was faced with a writer’s block. Well, I was wrong. How can I of all the people be faced with a writer’s block? There are quite a few things I wanna write about. To start off, lemme list ém down so that i remember to work on them!!
First of all
- the Big HR scandal that’s going on in the software corporates these days
- Why Indians badmouth India when they are abroad?
- Installing Fedora Core 5 for the laptop, after completing the installation
- How to get Hindi movies on your laptop for watching? From Youtube and Peekvid.
With so many things to write about, how come I am not writing anything? Well, the reason is simple. I am connected to the net and hence life. I mean Till about 12am, I am here chatting with people in India. That is 3:30am IST! Morons and monkeys are awake to gimme company and a nice lovely chat
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So, I promise I will complete at least one article from the afore mentioned four by Tuesday so that I can post on Wednesday!!
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Meanwhile, check out this site. It’s an absolutely adorable time pass Uncyclopedia!! Like Wikipedia, this one lets you write crap about any topic!! Awesome read
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July 31, 2006 19 Comments
*Email forward and absolutely hilarious!!
Here are ten pointers to people who are using orkut
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ONE
If you’re ugly, stop acting like you don’t know it. The captions under you picture that says “top model pose”, “sexy bitch”, “arnt i hot” doesn’t convince anyone.TWO
To the people who have like 25,000 friends, are you serious? Nobody in this universe can keep up with that many friends. You’re stupid. Go play in traffic.THREE
Don’t ever post pictures and say “OMG, I’m so ugly”, “OMG,I’m so fat”, because if you were, you wouldn’t post them.FOUR
Nobody cares about threats over the internet. Don’t try to act hardcore with the keyboard. Fighting online is like racing in the special olympics; even if you win, you’re still retarded.
[Hahaha now that was really funny]!!FIVE
Making 20 bulletins a day about how you hate other people b/c yoUR not on their top 8. who really cares, i mean get over it!SIX
Who really gives a crap if I don’t accept you as a friend? MOVE ON!!! Don’t send me another request or message asking “what’s up with you not adding me?” I don’t want you as a friend; that’s what’s up!SEVEN
Little 12 year olds who have Orkut and look like sluts, go somewhere else because nobody wants you here.EIGHT
If you have decided to read this, you are a true Orkut Friend. Real friends read their bulletins.NINE
I say you go and pass this on and maybe it will finally get through people’s brainsTEN
And if you open a bulletin and it says something like “repost this in 100 seconds or a ghost will rape your dog tonight,” IT’S NOT REAL! QUIT BEING AN IDIOT!!!!!!!! THOSE R REALLY STUPID!
Ya gotta agree that was funny
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July 4, 2006 5 Comments
This is hilarious!! ROFLMAO!!
*Email forward!!
After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a “gripe sheet,” which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor.
Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Qantas’ pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.
By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident…. Enjoy!
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit.P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That’s what they’re for.P: IFF inoperative.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you’re right.P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.And the best one for last………………
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget.
June 19, 2006 6 Comments
Life has its funny moments certainly. Today, I was wondering about what is going on with my blogging. I thought it was indeed getting a bit popular! And Baba sent me this by email. I am quoting the original source
Having blogged in one form or fashion for the last 6 years or so (not including personal journals that I’ve written in, on paper even, with crayon even, since I was six years old), allow me to personally provide you with a rundown on the lifecycle that I’ve observed from personal bloggers.
#1. Start reading blogs.
You start out as a lurker and by either having met a blogger or run across an intriguing and challenging post from someone else’s blog, you start mulling about in your head for either a forum for response, challenge, or agreement. You *could* start by commenting on other folks blogs first, but you start having a gradually increased desire for a space of your own. Like when you’re living in your parent’s basement and the rest of your friends are making weekly trips to Home Depot and using words like “mulching”. You begin to wonder if you want to belong.
#2. You start a blog.
Maybe at first it’s on blogspot or livejournal. You start writing about cheese sandwiches. You use your full name and the full names of your friends that are involved in your occasionally mischievous exploits. These things satisfy you. Hubris starts taking a more significant part of your site as you develop your tiny homestead online. The notion of fleshing out your online personality becomes important.#3. You become a stats whore.
Daily stats/referrals and meme participation for webrings, quizlists, personality profiles, and the occasional sepia toned webcam photo to make you look all “emo” and “sultry” and “sensitive” or at least a little bit thinner. And definitely like a Kpop music video still image. You voraciously groom your links list as you build a posse. The wishlist makes it’s initial appearance and creepy strangers start sending you gifts when your birthday comes around. You consider this slightly weird, but hey, then again, you *did* get that Star Wars Box set that you always wanted. You *start* memes just for the additional traffic. Perhaps you even start a webgame of sorts.
#4. You become really personal on your site as the online and real-life worlds start confusing you.
As you recognize the possibility of being an opinion leader in your personal circle, people flame you. You occasionally flame back. You cry about comments that certain people make to provoke you. You bitch about these things as well. Then you take into consideration that comments were made by pimply 14 year olds who post jpegs of their warcraft characters online and realize that these lOZeRs aren’t worth your time. This gives you an sense of superiority. Haha! you say to yourself. I have a posse and a blog and you don’t. So fuck off, you lame twat. Hazzah!#5. You faux “retire” from blogging.
Having temporarily exhausted the emotional reservoir from which your personal blog has sprung forth, you post about retiring. Or a vacation. Or a hiatus. Or a sabbatical. You say this will be permanent. Or last a month.
#6. You cave back into blogging in less than 72 hours.
You candy pants blogging crack addict.#7. You decide to “get serious” about blogging.
You seek out “The A-List” of bloggers and start reading more of them, and news about them, and news about blogging in general. You come to the conclusion that if you ever hope to join their rank, then you need to at least register your own domain. After all, http://candypantsnewbiebloggeraboutcheesesandwhiches.blogspot.com will not get you linked by Kottke.
#8. You have a pseudo flirty im/blogging/flickr flirting relationship with another blogger whom you have never met.
This will likely end badly. Very badly.
#9. You decide that you must meet other bloggers.
SXSW seems like a good way to go about it. Or attendance at Fray Day. Or finding any excuse possible to move to San Francisco. At least a trip, after all. With a visit to SF, meeting other “celebrity” bloggers is just as tasty a tourist destination as going to Fisherman’s Wharf. Or more so. Definitely more so. Your blogroll grows threefold.
#10. You take a step back and metablog about blogging and what blogging has done about your blogging.
You become pedantically navelgazingly annoying. For some reason, your blogger readership eats this shit up. This does not convince you, however, that you want to do something silly like smoke weed with Marc Canter. Because even *you* know that’s a bad idea.#11. See step 5. Shampoo, rinse, repeat.
#12. You decide that as a result of step 10 and having repeated step 5 more than 3 times in the course of your lifecycle as a blogger, that you need to sanitize or reinvent your blog. You purge or hide archive entries and take more note to remove full names of your friends/crushes/accidentaldrunkenfondels from your site and links list. Your blog goes back to cheese sandwiches. But this time your site validates.
#13. You either lose your job because of blogging, are afraid of losing your job for blogging, or join a company that builds blogging tools. Either way, your blog either dies a horrible painful death, or becomes significantly less personal to the degree of trite and uninteresting compartmentalization or subject matter discretion.
#14. You decide to start an anonymous livejournal blog. Here is where you still talk about your crushes, the he said/she said crap, and that you really really really really really really really like Maroon 5. And it’s on
Hilarious!! I can't stop laughing!! Awesome MinJungKim =))
June 16, 2006 Leave a Comment
Today started off with a clogged nose
I feel like exploding, like when you hold a pressured hose
Now stuck in a training with some overhead transmission
To not kill the irritating specimen next to me is my mission!Bored , yes o yes
Rite now everything feels like a mess!
About an hour to go
I am moving on to a higher low
I found these in my drafts folder. Apparently, I had written this down during one of the many training sessions I have been attending over the past 6 weeks
!! Couldn’t find the date when I wrote this
!! Wait the moment is coming back. Oh yeah, this was during Syngo 3D training!! Hehehe!! Yeah now I remember the irritating specimen sitting next to me!! I am sure some people reading this mite know as well
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June 15, 2006 3 Comments
I received an awesome message from Milo today!
Virginity is a like a balloon. One prick and its gone forever. Sex is like a pack of chips. Once you start, you can't stop. Life is like a dick. When it's hard, it fucks!
Amazed at the creativity of the super cool person who has come up with this! Every word has a punned [if there's a word like that] meaning!
June 9, 2006 5 Comments
Hmmm, never thought that I’d be writing about a Nickelback song. Theirs are the songs that I like for hearing once in a while. However, in their album, Silver Side Up, there is a song called Never Again! Man, the lyrics blow my mind. Simple sentences, phrases put together that brings alive a story. The story is told many a times, but never like this
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“Never Again”
He’s drunk again, it’s time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It’s time to run when you see him
Clenching his hands
She’s just a woman
Never AgainI hear her scream, from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me, Go back to bed
I’m terrified that she’ll wind up
Dead in his hands, She’s just a woman
Never AgainBeen there before, but not like this
Seen it before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen it this bad
She’s just a woman
Never AgainJust tell the nurse, you slipped and fell
It starts to sting as it starts to swell
She looks at you, she wants the truth
It’s right out there in the waiting room
With those hands
Lookin just as sweet as he can
Never AgainSeen it before, but not like this
Been there before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen it this bad
She’s just a woman
Never AgainFather’s a name you haven’t earned yet
You’re just a child with a temper
Haven’t you heard “Don’t hit a lady”?
Kickin’ your ass would be a pleasureHe’s drunk again, it’s time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she’s had enough
Tonight she’ll find out how fucking
Tough is this man
Pulls the trigger as fast as she can
Never AgainSeen it before, but not like this
Been there before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen it this bad
She’s just a woman
Never Again
The first stanza sets up the scene of a rowdy father.
The second stanza talks about the thoughts running in his mind after seeing what is happening in front of his eyes.
The third stanza and the main chorus plays out what the kid is probably telling himself.
The fourth stanza talks about the hospital scene and wow!!
Fast forward to the second last stanza and he talks about the mother finally deciding to react! This is where I was blown over. The sentence in this stanza Same old shit, just on a different night, and Tonight she’ll find ut how fucking tough is this man, and Pulls the trigger as fast as she can, NEVER AGAIN. Wow, that holds so much meaning. Never again to pull the trigger, Never again would he harm him, Never again would this boy see his mother getting beaten to pulp.
The next stanza – the last two sentences – She’s just a woman NEVER AGAIN. WOW!! She’s no longer just a woman!!! She’s turned a savior for herself.!!
Kudos Nickelback!! I mean… Whoa, got some respects for ya man now…
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P.S. The best part of the whole thing is that I could clearly see a video coming outta this.. The vdo is going round and round in my head. Wonder why they didn’t come up with this song faster?? Talk about bad product and album management!!
June 7, 2006 11 Comments
This song had been on the cards for quite some time
!! Just thought I'd put the first draft in…
[Only Riffy rhythm highly muted and flangy...]
[Drums 1 roll]
[Both the guitars and the base come in with a sweep and the drums go wild]
[Just the drums and base]All the guys in the alley checking out what you got
Making heads turn, reaching out what you sought[riff comes back again]
Straight hair, maybe a wave put right here and there
Torn jeans, crumpled shirt, tight as much as y'can dare…[a pause...]
[Full blast ... All the instruments come again...]
[Main chorus]She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, can I where…
If I do get, can I bear…[Slow down... Drums and base...]
Got a chance to see her as I shook my head
Crazy style she's got, dropping me dead.[riff comes in...]
Little time thinking thoughts fluttering over the bar
[pause]
She was moving fast, all i got to see o her was her car….
[Cymbals crash... after the pause]
[Then full blast instruments come in]
[vocals scream]She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, will I where…
If I do get, can I bear…She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, will I where…
If I do get, can I bear…[Lead kinda riffy with a lotta holds...
The rhythm is playing the base riff][guitar strong riff but muted + drums + base]
[Vocals mellow]Tying knots, cringing heads, she's a spectacle dot
Sporty heels, suffocating with what she's got…[Full blast after a short pause]
Straight hair, maybe a wave put right here and there
Torn jeans, crumpled shirt, tight as much as y'can dare…[Repeat before the lead]
She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, will I where…
If I do get, can I bear…[Hold the riff for a short period]
Just the lyrics.
All the guys in the alley checking out what you got
Making heads turn, reaching out what you sought
Straight hair, maybe a wave put right here and there
Torn jeans, crumpled shirt, tight as much as y'can dare…[Main chorus]
She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, can I where…
If I do get, can I bear…Got a chance to see her as I shook my head
Crazy style she's got, dropping me dead.
Little time thinking thoughts fluttering over the bar
She was moving fast, all i got to see o her was her car….She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, will I where…
If I do get, can I bear…She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, will I where…
If I do get, can I bear…Tying knots, cringing heads, she's a spectacle dot
Sporty heels, suffocating with what she's got…Straight hair, maybe a wave put right here and there
Torn jeans, crumpled shirt, tight as much as y'can dare…She's the one that I thought…
Walking down, cool and hot…
Find her, will I where…
If I do get, can I bear…
Have to make this into a song … Damn it's running well in my head now
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