George Orwell turns in his grave

'With more than 30 million surveillance cameras in this country, the average American is caught on tape more than 200 times a day: on the street, at the ATM, in department stores, even in public restrooms.'

Shot entirely through public surveillance cameras, 'Look' is something I am looking forward to. Here is an interview by the filmmaker on Newsweek.

Last Man Holding On - Ep # 1

INT - GAURAV'S CAR - NIGHT

The rickety old Corolla is trudging along on Ventura Blvd. M changes the saddest song of the only audio CD the Corolla boasts of.

M

What the Fuck, Dude.

I am sick of this song.

Gaurav changes the track back to the suicide inducing voice of a heart-broken, melodramatic queen.

Gaurav

(Inciting M)

I looove this song.

I intend to do PHD on it.

M this times switches a lot of tracks forward to get to a random song.

M

If I hear any more of it,

I will vomit on empty stomach.

The bass of the new track kicks in.

M

Not that this is any better...

Fuckin copied from a Persian song.

Gaurav

That's it! You said it!

I am sending this along with

the Persian song to Bob McQuaid.

(Back story)

M

No, you are not!

Gaurav is visibly excited now. One would presume, as a fellow classmate, he likes to see his mate getting screwed by the Prof.

Gaurav

Yes, I am sending it to him!

(Pause)

M shakes his head not believing how childish a 21-year-old can be.

Gaurav

...And telling him that Persians

copied their song from us!

The old Toyota shakes with roars of laughter.

Asia not the big culprit

Few days ago I got into a little trouble with my Prof. regarding piracy/plagiarism from Asian economies. Here is a study that says that Piracy by Asian countries is over-estimated. The real culprit is closer to home.
Phew. That was close. Tyler Cohen saved my ass to back my boast up.

Get Ready Please

Can't find the real source of this post. Very inspiring stuff. If anyone happens to know the original writer, let me know.

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'Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and fears will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.'

Still Standing

Its been almost three months since I landed here in the angelic city of US, the boast of California - Los Angeles. Not so FOB (Fresh off the Boat) anymore. Time to start blogging again. Hopefully more frequently. I must confess I had moved more to Facebook in the last four months. But today an important announcement by 'GapingVoid' inspired to be active again. Time to reflect, think, and create after soaking in the chaos of outside world. It certainly has given me some fodder!