Conversion

I have converted. 

Apple is my new religion.

Work is worship.

Rewind

The Video reminds me of James Blunt's 'You are Beautiful'. However the voice is better than his. Apart from a small patch where the lyrics go amateurish, this is a guy to look forward to. Very promising etc.

'Pickin up the pieces

Of the wreck you went and left

And I'm dealing with dilemmas

In my not-so-stressful life

And I'm drinking stronger spirits

I made my home here on the floor

And I'm losing all ambition

I'm a ghost

And I'm going all out

And I'm thinking you're just as bad

No sleeping at night

But I'm going from bar to bar

Why can't we just rewind

Why can't we just rewind

Why can't we just rewind...'

This is for you.

One more night in Hollywood

Counting Crows' A Long December used to be one of my favorites a few years ago. Today, going over my old music, I wondered why I have 'four-stars' against it in my i-Tunes. And I played it again.

Few songs in the past year have made such a sense as this one. Maybe because I live 'up in the Canyon'. Maybe because 'there's reason to believe that this year will be better than the last...'

Maybe because I am a wee bit sad again. Oh well.

'Its been so long since I have seen the ocean...guess I should...na, na, na,..'

2008 - A sneak peak

1. Cleansing my system. No Caffeine. No Cocoa. No fried and spicy food. Guys please excuse me. I am not accompanying you to ISS. In n Out OK. Wine OK. Beer well...

2. More push ups. Touch the target of 120 which I was doing rather comfortably till July of this year. Then school happened.

3. Find love. I am sick of being alone. No love no glory. Period.

4. Write/blog more often.

Last Man Holding On - Ep # 2

EXT. - FOUNTAIN PARK PARKING LOT - NIGHT

M gets out of his car and towers above the Mitsubishi convertible as he locks it. He then walks quickly up to his apartment on the first floor, taking three steps in one stride.

INT. - M'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

After turning on the heating, M fishes out the tiny Nokia mobile and dials to his EX-GIRLFRIEND.

EX-GIRLFRIEND

Hello?

M

How tall am I?

Beat. Recognition.

EX

(chukling)

What kind of a question is that?

M

It's a straight, simple one.

EX

6 and a half feet.

He he.

M

No seriosly...

EX

In intellectual stature,

two feet.

M is also smiling now.

M

No...physically.

EX

Thats a good question.

Hmm..lets see...

You are Sixish..

M

Would you say that I am

comfortably in Six Feet

and above range?

EX

No...I dont know...

M

No or you dont know.

Being pushed against the wall, EX changes her tact.

EX

Does it matter sweetie?

M

It matters to a girl

I met today.

EX

Why? Is she tall?

M

Very.

EX

Like how tall? Taller than me?

M

Ya...she is 5'9"

EX

Get lost! You don't even

know how tall you are.

Now when I come to think

of it, I think YOU are

5'9".

M

Buzz off. You are jealous.

EX

Why would I be jealous!!

For God's Sake!

(beat)

Is she attractive?

M

(visibly amused)

Very. And has a very sweet

voice. To die for...

EX

Hah! What kind of a

girl would care about

height that much.

Lemme guess, A bimbette!

M

You are not helping you know...

EX

I am sorry sweetie...

M

I call you for a reassurance

and...

EX

Listen sweetie...

Like Einstien once said....

M

Tell me about it.

EX

OK, Einstien was really short right..

M

(cutting in)

Like how short?

Ex

Doesn't matter. Listen to this.

And he was asked once that ideally

how tall a man should be.

The journalist was trying

to pull his leg.

And Einstien said that he

should be tall enough so

that his feet can reach

the ground.

M

Really?

EX

Yes.

M

Is it part of his funny quotes?

EX

Yeah...should be.

M

Should be on the internet then.

EX

Geez..M! Whats wrong with

you! I read it in a book.

M

OK. That makes sense.

M has stopped pacing the living room. He looks at the clock. Its getting late.

M

Listen thanks for listening.

EX

Sure. And M you are a stud

once girls get to know you.

M

Geez, you don't have

to be so nice...

(beat)

You are the hottest woman

I have ever met.

EX

(chuckling)

Ya..ya.

M

So how is (your boyfriend)

EX

Oh..we broke up.

M

Woman!!! You never told me.

I could sense something wrong

the last time I spoke to you.

EX

ya..well.

M

So what happened?

Are you all right?

EX

Yes, I am fine. I am

OK. I am relieved rather.

It wasn't working out

so I dumped him.

M

But why? He seemed like

a nice guy.

EX

Ya, he was nice.

He just wasn't tall enough for

me!!

M takes the phone away from his year and EX's cackle on the phone fills the whole room.

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!