I love this video so much , I had to put it here,
Its a CBR driven by a german bike journalist, and it reaches 325 km/hr . Worth noting is the accelaration, the gear changes and the rpm that is maintained. Trust me its something else.
You will be amazed, and it probably is one of my favourite all time videos, something i watch whenever I am missing the adrenaline.
If the above does not work try here.
Leave a comment and tell me if you liked it?"This is a shoutout to the female demography who visit this blog"
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Week END!
I am really tempted, and so I will let in to it..
My seriously indulgent weekend, almost spilling into the week was well a heady cocktail of salsa, party, alcohol, women, late night coffee's in a 7 star, excellent loud rock music and beers in a loud club, a very intense movie(crash), a tall glass of cold coffee at 2 am, discussion on gamedesign and how i almost switched careers, a long walk on an empty road with female company, the latest issue of autocar, waking up in someone else's bed(do not make a sexual connotation here), 2 g's on a single meal, bullet rides, the best goddamm club sandwich ever, heady cocktails, south american male bravado, business proposals...... will update more as soon as I recall.
P.S. Its spring and i should be in germany.
Also, test how geeky are you?
My seriously indulgent weekend, almost spilling into the week was well a heady cocktail of salsa, party, alcohol, women, late night coffee's in a 7 star, excellent loud rock music and beers in a loud club, a very intense movie(crash), a tall glass of cold coffee at 2 am, discussion on gamedesign and how i almost switched careers, a long walk on an empty road with female company, the latest issue of autocar, waking up in someone else's bed(do not make a sexual connotation here), 2 g's on a single meal, bullet rides, the best goddamm club sandwich ever, heady cocktails, south american male bravado, business proposals...... will update more as soon as I recall.
P.S. Its spring and i should be in germany.
Also, test how geeky are you?
Monday, March 27, 2006
Airtel.IN
Below is a Snapshot of my Phone Usage :p
Some more revealing stats
Total Days 29
STD calls 200
Pretty clear I am missing home a little too much, say what?
Some more revealing stats
Total Days 29
STD calls 200
Pretty clear I am missing home a little too much, say what?
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Mamma I'm Coming Home
Hey Guys, Here's a beauty, I know not one of the best shots, but it represents all I mean when I say I MISS HOME
Friday, March 10, 2006
My Favorite Dirty Joke
George Takes Up Golf(Apologies to ET)
My wife said to me, "George, it's about time you learned to play
golf. You know, that's the game where you chase a ball all over the
county when you're too old to chase women."
So I went to see Jones and asked him if he could teach me how to
play. He said, "Sure, you've got balls haven't you?"
I said, "Yes, but sometimes on cold mornings they're kinda' hard to
find".
"Bring them to the club house tomorrow," he said, "and we'll tee
off."
"What's 'tee off"?" I asked.
He said, "It's a golf term, and we have to 'tee off' in front of
the club house."
"Not for me, you can 'tee off' there if you want to, but I'll 'tee
off' behind the barn somewhere."
"No no," he said, "a tee is a little thing about the size of your
little finger."
I said, "Yes, I've got one of those".
"Well," he said, "you stick it in the ground and stick your ball on
top of it".
I asked, "Do you play golf sitting down? I always thought you
stood up and walked around."
"You do!" he said. "You're standing up when you put your ball on
the tee". Well folks, I thought that was stretching things a little
bit too far, and I said so.
He said, "You've got a bag haven't you?"
"Sure!" I said.
He asked, "Can't you open the bag and take one out?"
I said, "I suppose I could, but damned if I was going to!" He
asked if I didn't have a zipper on my bag, but I told him, "No, I had
the old fashioned type". Then he asked me if I knew how to hold my
club. Well, I told him that after fifty years I should have *some*
sort of an idea!
He said, "You take your club in both hands". (Folks, I knew right
then and there that he didn't know what he was talking about.) Then
he said, "You swing it over your shoulder!"
"No no, that's not me," I said, "that's my brother you're talking
about".
He asked me, "How do you hold your club?"
I said, "In two fingers." He said that wasn't right and got behind
me, and told me to bend over and he would show me how. He couldn't
catch me there because I didn't put four years in the Navy for
nothing!
He said, "You hit the ball with your club, and it will soar and
soar". I said I could well imagine! Then he said, "And when you're
on the green..."
"What's a green?" I asked.
"That's where the hole is," he said.
"Sure you're not color blind?" I asked.
"No!" he said. "Then you take your putter..."
"What's a putter?" I asked. He said that was the smallest club
made.
"Well then," I said, "that's what I've got, a putter!"
"...and with it," he said, "you put your ball in the hole".
"You mean the putter." I corrected.
He said, "The ball! The hole isn't big enough for the putter.
Then after you make the first hole you go on to the next seventeen."
He wasn't talking to me. After two holes I'm shot to hell.
"You mean", he said, "you can't make eighteen holes in one day?"
"Hell no," I says, "it takes me eighteen days to make *one* hole!
Besides, how do I know when I'm at the eighteenth hole?" He said,
"The flag will say so."
That would be just my luck, so I said to HELL with golf.
My wife said to me, "George, it's about time you learned to play
golf. You know, that's the game where you chase a ball all over the
county when you're too old to chase women."
So I went to see Jones and asked him if he could teach me how to
play. He said, "Sure, you've got balls haven't you?"
I said, "Yes, but sometimes on cold mornings they're kinda' hard to
find".
"Bring them to the club house tomorrow," he said, "and we'll tee
off."
"What's 'tee off"?" I asked.
He said, "It's a golf term, and we have to 'tee off' in front of
the club house."
"Not for me, you can 'tee off' there if you want to, but I'll 'tee
off' behind the barn somewhere."
"No no," he said, "a tee is a little thing about the size of your
little finger."
I said, "Yes, I've got one of those".
"Well," he said, "you stick it in the ground and stick your ball on
top of it".
I asked, "Do you play golf sitting down? I always thought you
stood up and walked around."
"You do!" he said. "You're standing up when you put your ball on
the tee". Well folks, I thought that was stretching things a little
bit too far, and I said so.
He said, "You've got a bag haven't you?"
"Sure!" I said.
He asked, "Can't you open the bag and take one out?"
I said, "I suppose I could, but damned if I was going to!" He
asked if I didn't have a zipper on my bag, but I told him, "No, I had
the old fashioned type". Then he asked me if I knew how to hold my
club. Well, I told him that after fifty years I should have *some*
sort of an idea!
He said, "You take your club in both hands". (Folks, I knew right
then and there that he didn't know what he was talking about.) Then
he said, "You swing it over your shoulder!"
"No no, that's not me," I said, "that's my brother you're talking
about".
He asked me, "How do you hold your club?"
I said, "In two fingers." He said that wasn't right and got behind
me, and told me to bend over and he would show me how. He couldn't
catch me there because I didn't put four years in the Navy for
nothing!
He said, "You hit the ball with your club, and it will soar and
soar". I said I could well imagine! Then he said, "And when you're
on the green..."
"What's a green?" I asked.
"That's where the hole is," he said.
"Sure you're not color blind?" I asked.
"No!" he said. "Then you take your putter..."
"What's a putter?" I asked. He said that was the smallest club
made.
"Well then," I said, "that's what I've got, a putter!"
"...and with it," he said, "you put your ball in the hole".
"You mean the putter." I corrected.
He said, "The ball! The hole isn't big enough for the putter.
Then after you make the first hole you go on to the next seventeen."
He wasn't talking to me. After two holes I'm shot to hell.
"You mean", he said, "you can't make eighteen holes in one day?"
"Hell no," I says, "it takes me eighteen days to make *one* hole!
Besides, how do I know when I'm at the eighteenth hole?" He said,
"The flag will say so."
That would be just my luck, so I said to HELL with golf.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Back Masking
There's this kool website I found:
Remember those things you heard about stairway to heaven being an incantation to satan:
Led ZEP
" If there's a bustle in your hegderow....."
" Oh here's to my sweet satan..."
Queen:
"Another One Bites the Dust"
"Its Fun to Smoke Marijuana"
Brittany Spears
"With you I lose My Mind"
"Sleep With me , I am not too young"
Check it out, Its Hilarious!
Remember those things you heard about stairway to heaven being an incantation to satan:
Led ZEP
" If there's a bustle in your hegderow....."
" Oh here's to my sweet satan..."
Queen:
"Another One Bites the Dust"
"Its Fun to Smoke Marijuana"
Brittany Spears
"With you I lose My Mind"
"Sleep With me , I am not too young"
Check it out, Its Hilarious!
The Color Of Spring
So, another spring is here, another CEBIT has gone by, and another quarter is about to end. Ok I am kidding about the last one.
Some Random thoughts:
- No colors in hyderabad, and the daily grind does not even remind you that the Sky is blue, the fields are yellow, the flowers are full blossom or that the trees back home look beautiful.
- IS life all about chasing the dream, better job, more money, better work station ;P, Bigger Plasma Screen, latest Hand Held/Ipod, Bigger Car/House, Beautiful GF/Wifey, more savings, safer future
- Why am I paying 30 % freakin tax?, not to mention 6% FBT(Frings benefit tax: I learnt that today)
- I heard I will have to pay extra everytime I use an ATM?
- Is "Wrap my words around you" a good thing to say :P
- Tidy Riddance, eh?
- Are people instinctly self centred, or is it a virtue/vice?, I mean is it human nature?
- Is Navjot a POTHEAD?
- Is Airdeccan a SCAM, all their flights are delayed by 2-8 hours.
- Is blogger, gmail, orkut, google News, and everything else " free" a detailed scheme to create a detail of all users' online habits, surfing preferences and network and their preferences in a bid to push targeted advertising, so we suckers are compelled to buy everything we DO NOT need
- Is an MBA a 2 year vacation where u spend good money to watch movies, listen to music, booze, smoke/weed, have a ball of a time and then get paid double of what you were getting in when you joined?
- Are we a country waiting to explode with its SME's.
- Ignore no. 8
Monday, March 06, 2006
Borrowed Expression
To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine, everytime I close my eyes.
You have only been gone three months ,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine, everytime I close my eyes.
You have only been gone three months ,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
Kool Video
They made a video out of flintstones. Check it out!!!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=49IDp76kjPw
http://youtube.com/watch?v=49IDp76kjPw
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Ganne Mitthe
Among the activities we do, including Media Planning and Buying , SEM Planning etc, I also get time to chew on sugarcanes. Sugarcanes and Online marketing, well its definitely extremes, if you ask me.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Ipod Hi Fi
Another commodity product, or a work of art.
Definitely on the wish list for me; Check it out on Apple.com
And for those who want to, my birthday is around the corner people.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
An Ode to the 350
After coming to hyderabad, one thing that I miss soooo much is the roads. Driven around so much in chandi that hyderabad, inspite of its recent road improvements seems like a joke. There aint no roads here, or for that matter in bangalore.
Chandigarh's the Bomb, eh?
And here's a beautiful peom from Autocar
The God of Speed
When I was nineteen years old,
typically rash stupid and bold,
I went through a phase called the double ‘A’
My automotive adolescence so as to say.
As a compromise between power and money,
I was given the Rajdoot Yamaha three-fifty
Yes, the one with the miserable fuel economy.
Though the four figure petrol bills,
gave my father nasty chills,
the machine gave his son amazing thrills.
The bike was built for mad, suicidal speed,
and that was my strongest need.
Under me my Rajdoot Yamaha,
the road was my virtual Suzuka.
You feel an incomparable high,
when on the road in harmony you fly.
The bike’s an extension of your body, you two are one
You think about changing a gear and it’s done.
Roaring into a corner you come,
the wind in your ear a loud hum.
Physics says you have to fall,
and gravity does try,
but you make poor old Newton sigh,
he rolls over and over in his grave,
wondering why,
according to his laws you don’t behave.
Your confidence soars,
Louder the bike roars.
The throttle is like a baton in your hand,
the pistons and the crank the best orchestra in land
and it’s Wagner’s opera to your mind ,
the scream of the engine near the red line
The adrenalin in your blood makes it boil,
but….on the next corner there’s spilt diesel oil….
Then comes the fall,
with a shower of sparks, bike ,you and all.
You hit the tar at a hundred and one
dragged along with the bike, remember you two are one,
but now it isn’t so much fun .
You have burns due to friction,
and pain has reached a new dimension.
You are laid up in bed for quite a while,
and now it’s old Newton’s turn to smile.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Another Sunday, Another Bunch of Movies
Last weekend I saw Rang De Basanti and Chronicles Of Narnia.
And yesterday it happened again. I watched “Memoirs of a Geisha”, another adapted screenplay where they ended up adapting it a little too much. But for a movie I enjoyed it thoroughly, and highly recommend it as a watch. But as I walked out (and this being a good watch), I got the same feeling again.
And then… yup you guessed it right, another movie, and guess what I ended up watching. Some weird movie called “Firewall”, with our very own Harrison Ford, doing a classic family in trouble and saves them from the bad guys, except that it really sucked.
Friday, February 24, 2006
She Likes Me For me
Read the lines below, and make sure you leave comment:
She don't care about my car
She don't care about my money
And that's real good 'cause I don't got alot to spend
But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin'
She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed
She don't care about my big screen
Or my collection of DVD's
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don't watch to much t.v.
And she don't care that I can fly her
To places she ain't never been
But if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when
She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in "Fargo"
I think his name is Steve
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Yeah, I'm so glad I found her once again
Gazing at the ceiling
As we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us
What we're made of in the end
She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because she thinks I'm such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me ?
There must be something there that I don't see
I don't see
She likes me for me
Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the Cable Guy
But what she sees
Is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Found her once again
Once again
Yeah, I'm so glad I found her once again
She don't care about my car
She don't care about my money
And that's real good 'cause I don't got alot to spend
But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin'
She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed
She don't care about my big screen
Or my collection of DVD's
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don't watch to much t.v.
And she don't care that I can fly her
To places she ain't never been
But if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when
She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in "Fargo"
I think his name is Steve
She's the one for me
And I just can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Yeah, I'm so glad I found her once again
Gazing at the ceiling
As we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us
What we're made of in the end
She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because she thinks I'm such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she's phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me ?
There must be something there that I don't see
I don't see
She likes me for me
Not because I'm tough like Dirty Harry
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the Cable Guy
But what she sees
Is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
And I'm so glad I found her once again
Found her once again
Once again
Yeah, I'm so glad I found her once again
Monday, February 20, 2006
Vinay Singh And The Golden Gate Bridge
The MAN is in California. Here's a few pics from SJ And SF.
SJSU Library
College Of Engg.
Golden Gate
The young man and the sea
SJSU Library
College Of Engg.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
60 Days 60 Nights
Today marks the completion of 60 days of my hiatus from home.
It really is a hot dusty city with a mix of Hindu Muslim population.
Major grumbles:
- Random locations. (Place A has a single Mini Mall, and place B has a Mini Mall. Great right. Except that there’s like a ton of kilometers between them and Narrow slow moving road between them.)
- Lack of Things to do. It’s not really a tourist city, nor does it have it share of happening places. Barista and CCD are not exactly JOINTS.
- The Food Sucks and not to mention “Service” is unheard of here, whether its Pizza hut or Noodle Bar or any good chain.
- Biryaani in not what I thought it would be. I Mean people who have had good Punjabi Food would not be impressed, No great shakes I swear.
- People are conservative;
- It’s a village of a city, with markets lined across roads which crisscross the city.
- I am in Jubilee Hills, the most “posh” area in
- My Office is in the middle of a Residential area and does not have anything in the vicinity(café, market, Phone booths). It also lacks a Canteen! So life is, well not so great in that sense.
But even then, I think it’s a great experience. Can’t wait for it to get better though.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
I believe I can Fly
This was clicked by Nav in his "vedah". Gawd I miss those crazy times. Thanks Nav. Go visit his gallery at maverick-xj.deviantart.com
Saturday, January 28, 2006
India Unplugged
I loved the image so much I had to put it on my blog. You are free to leave comments.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Ogden Nash- Awesome
Ogden Nash is the undisputed king of humour and poetry. Atleast I think so.. check out some of his stuff!
The Ant
The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?
The Firefly
The firefly's flame Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person's posteerier.
The Guppy
Whales have calves,
Cats have kittens,
Bears have cubs,
Bats have bittens,
Swans have cygnets,
Seals have puppies,
But guppies just have little guppies.
The Cow
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
The Ostrich
The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.
The Abominable Snowman
I’ve never seen an abominable snowman,
I’m hoping not to see one,
I’m also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.
The Termite
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.
The Turtle
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
Click here to get to a collection of some more of ROFL poetry by Nash
The Ant
The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?
The Firefly
The firefly's flame Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person's posteerier.
The Guppy
Whales have calves,
Cats have kittens,
Bears have cubs,
Bats have bittens,
Swans have cygnets,
Seals have puppies,
But guppies just have little guppies.
The Cow
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
The Ostrich
The ostrich roams the great Sahara.
Its mouth is wide, its neck is narra.
It has such long and lofty legs,
I'm glad it sits to lay its eggs.
The Abominable Snowman
I’ve never seen an abominable snowman,
I’m hoping not to see one,
I’m also hoping, if I do,
That it will be a wee one.
The Termite
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.
The Turtle
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
Click here to get to a collection of some more of ROFL poetry by Nash
Friday, January 06, 2006
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