X-Rated

Look at what i found!!
Apparently you can " rate" your life, and I did and this is what it said:
(Hardly surprising!)

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	6.5
Mind:	6.2
Body:	6.4
Spirit:	7.1
Friends/Family:	3.8
Love:	0
Finance:	7.7
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

I'll be honest about this, I'm not too sure what this bodes for me... and like the good coder that I am (now don't go giving me that look!) I am going to try and do a sort of, what we code junkies call, an imapct analysis on this...
I have AKR to thank(?) for this.

This pic makes me feel happy...

I suddenly remembered this Janis Joplin song, goes something like this: " Oh Lord, Won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz..." .

Alive!

Hang on while I stretch...
This person I chat with everyday believes my blog has died a tragic death... am not sure it's dead, but there has been a sort of tragic silence around here... tragic only because it seems forgotten. But I am back, and I just wanted to let everyone know.
I haven't been anywhere particular in the last few months actually. In fact, I've been pretty much glued by the butt to this chair I am sitting on right now, for most part of the past few months... and when I havent been glued to this chair, I've been glued to another one at home...
In the meantime, it turns out I've completed a year in this place. Sounds good, huh! I still don't believe it's been a year. I'm having a tough time deciding if it's because it went in a whoooooosh! or because it seemed, at times, to drag on for eternity... When I do decide, I'll get back with a post about it. But the fact of the matter remains that one year or not, the drudgery and predictability of the routine that has become the sole essence of this life in recent times, remains and continues, like the view from the top floor of a building, that seems to stretch for as long as you can see, seemingly further too... And yet you know that you are also a part of that seemigly unending crowd, lost in the view from some other tower top. Oh the anonymity of it all....
Oh well, I guess it's the same everywhere. I wouldn't really know though...
I should be getting back to work.

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I'm sitting in my office, racing against time to meet a deadline tomorrow andthis song comes to mind. I am not sure why...
Its a song titled 'Soon Forget' , by my favourite band Pearl Jam.

Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette
Thinks he’ll get the girl, he’ll only get the mechanic
What’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget

That’s one more time around, the sun is going down
The moon is out, but he’s drunk and shouting, putting people down
He’s pissing, he’s living a day he’ll soon forget

Counts his money every morning, the only thing that keeps him horny
Locked in a giant house, that’s alarming
The townsfolk, they all laugh

Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent
Seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get
And it’s fitting, he’s barely living a day he’ll soon forget

That’s one more time around, and there is not a sound
He’s lying dead, clutching Benjamins, never put the money down
He’s stiffening, we’re all whistling, a man we’ll soon forget .

PS. the red lines are my favourite in the song

The Bombay Rockers - 7/11

I am not going to relate what happened yesterday. The pictures and details are in all the newspapers and all TV channels ( news channels at least, the Page 3 channels couldn't care less) and the next few issues in most major magazines will carry more details and findings on the blasts ( 8 of them) that rocked Mumbai yesterday evening. Some news channels claim it is the LeT that is responsible while one popular news channel claims that an LeT spokesperson called their office claiming no responsiblity for the attacks. It doesnt really matter, if u ask me. The people who have died are not going to return. Knowing who was responsible is not going alleviate the pain and grief for the victims' families . And even if the perpetrators were identified, they are going to remain scot free,until the world moves on, and until the next such attack, wherever it may occur.
When i decided to put up this post I thought i would put in just pictures and let them speak for themselves. But as I am typing this out in the safety and securityof my office I cannot help but think that the pictures are not going to say any more than what they are already screaming out to u from the front pages ofall news publications. I got to thinking of what could be the motive of a person so demented, that he would actually perpetrate a crime so ghastly. What would be the results he was hoping to achieve by this gruesome feat? His actions are made worse by the timing of the blasts - a time, the perpetrator knew , when the suburbans trains would be packed with office goers returning after a day of work.
For once words fail me and I can only think of the sad truth that war and bloodshed is going to get us nowhere. Mumbai will move on, just as Srinagar will, just as New York, London and Madrid did. 7/11 will become just another date in the tainted history of terrorist attacks.
I could only think of the strip i am posting below. Look a little deeper and you will see the underlying wisdom.

A DAY IN THE LIFE….

disclaimer: A work of a stressed brain's imagination only.
Is not an indicator of anything or anybody.
If you are dumb enough to think otherwise then you are exactly that: dumb enough!

800:
orkut.com
Y the f*** are these arbit ppl adding me… how do I get rid of it… do I have a conference call today… holy cow, I need to check outlook account…
Click… click…click…
Aah, no mail from the junta onsite…wat time is it there now?
Oktoberfest on discovery channel looked awessssome…sigh…
Its raining men hallelujah…
Damn this connection is slow…
S***, I cannot believe A is looking so good… last I remember of A was this nerdy pre-teen…

857:
F***! Its nine… think I should begin work for the day… f*** man!
Fwd:calvinn for the day!
Y does he always write it as calvinn??
He he,6 followed by 2 billion zeros!!
Think I should fwd this to Bangalore junta? Shit man, have to type out all the names… must create mailing list… no time man!
Click.. click…
Wat is the new dog called? Marma duke was the old one… if I had a dog I’d call it Dog.
Who wrote that book…
shit man, that was a bloody brilliant post…are they kicking ass or wat!
Oooh… where have I seen that pic before…

904:
Y the f*** is my comp so damn slow… WSAD, u continue to ruin my life…
Ok, tasks for the day are…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
buy mineral water bottle at 1030 break…
take 1030 break…
complete pagination for all the 3 billion screens by EOD today…

“hello, is this a good time to call…. Was wondering in the …about the … wat about the sorting, is it in ascending or descending by default? ... ”

Load songs on media player and begin for the day…
s***, 9 hours before I hit shut down…
must leave by 630…

I think he’s forgotten to check in files … now how am I going to work?

“I must be an acrobat to talk like this and act like that…” man, they rock!!


1000:
S*** man, I forgot to switch on the bloody D@^#!
WEENUS… is that how its spelt? What did it stand for? Shouldn’t miss today’s FRIENDS …

1100:
“umm…pl can you jus help me out with this…”
Am I ever going to debug anything in my life without help!
“see its very simple, you jus have to pass this object of the .... into the ... and then…”
ZZzzzz! Hebrew alert!
“I’m on the highway to hell…”


1120:
Too late to take that break now…am dying of thirst here…
“hush, hush, thought I heard you calling my name now…”

1200:
Maybe I should go for lunch… maybe I should just finish this bit and then go…
F*** all, D@^#! for previous week rejected… and just why may I ask…
Yay, mail!
“please give module code pertaining to offshore”
“please clock 45 hours”
Hello, I am working more hours than that… cant help it if I keep forgetting to switch the damn thing on…
If I can go thro one Monday without having my D@^#! rejected…

1230:
Aah that time of the day again…
Rubber rotis and extra oily, extra spicy curry!
The long wait at the juice counter for a glassful of sugar syrup… some things are so comforting in their sheer predictability…
S***, today again… you have to turn the tap to get the water to come, u retard!

1300:

I hate post lunch…
Damn, I was supposed to finish all the tasks in my whiteboard by lunch…
F***, 5 hours to go… I have to leave by 630…
“… get unit testing done and log defects in tracker in your account…”
Futile exercise isn’t it especially since I am going to be assigning the defects to myself…

1330:
“…get the issues resolved in half an hour and then we can begin on the
Next screen…”
Mummyyyyyyyyy! I wanna go home, I don’t want to do another screen…

1430:
How the hell does one do this man…
I have to leave by 630 today…
‘…here without you baby, you’re still on my lonely mind…”
I’m going to put call to some junta now…
No I am going to finish all my work and put escape at 630…
“13a See tide’s turning in Northern England(8)”
Hmm…what can it be…

1520:
I am not going to be able to finish this much…
“have u begun on the next set of screens?”
“ no I haven’t… I’ll begin in a bit, as soon as I am thro with this…”
“… I don’t know which way the wind will blow… don’t wanna see you cry, I know that this is not goodbye..”
I have to leave by 630…

1600:
Hmmm… create new… .java…
Before that, put on floyd- the only way to code!!
F***! Server is down…
“..nobody knows where you are, how near or how far..
..shine on you crazy diamond…”
Test queries… F8…enter…shift+F7…
Spaceman spiff…
Aah coffee break time, that means time take a walk…corn and juice…
Maybe I can take the 520 bus…

1645:
Public…
throws ...Exception, LogicalException
{
if (…
{
String strError =
…

“…breathe…breathe in the air…”

1720:
I cannot, cannot do this anymore…
I have to make it outta here by another hour…

S*** man, this thing is jus not getting over…
620… 620…

1816:

Damn, I am missing that bus for sure… f*** man…
720… have to make it to the 720…

1917:

F*** man, this review is NOT getting over…
…aaah! Finally…
“… so we can have a call to discuss this now?”
NOOooooo…

2016:
Stop talking… stop talking…
Finally!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRgggggggh! F*** I cannot miss this bus!

20:19:55:

Finally made it!!!
TGIF!!!
I want window seat....
Perfection!
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