Monday, July 28, 2008

Google Est Mort


Soothingly black.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008


1. Back in biryani land after extensive and hectic perambulations in parts west and south. Should be around for a few weeks, at least.

2. Flu-like throw-uppy symptoms are manifesting. Consider yourself warned. This is all a cosmic indication that haircut is in order.

3. Chief achievements from last week involved getting on evening rush hour local at Dadar and off at Vikhroli, via 1 nos. oily slime from port side of machli dibba to starboard, during a temporal and spatial lull in the continuum as a gigantic sack was bunged into said dibba. Don't ask.

Also, industrial quantities of beer with Kenny, CSM and others.

4. Tip of the week: If you find yourself jobless between meetings in Colaba, a highly economical way of staying unmelted and passing time is to slip into the National Gallery of Modern Art. For Rs. 10, you will get (i) free locker to keep your bags (ii) loos (passable) (iii) air conditioning and (iv) 4 floors of Raghu Rai. Some pictures a bit contrived, some very good, the best we thought were the ones of musicians. Kishori Amonkar, Bhimsen Joshi, Mallikarjun Mansur, Kumar Gandharva - all lost in some quest which we can only barely begin to comprehend. And one very ominous one of Mrs. G.

5. Kenny, in a somewhat inexplicable and insane move, donated a copy of Sea of Poppies. Just finished it and duly handed over to Emma. And the verdict is...drumroll...

It's not as good as (we thought) "The Hungry Tide", "In An Antique Land" and "The Calcutta Chromosome", but better than "The Glass Palace". It's somewhat stilted because (the thing being an historical novel) the man has to convince us that people spoke and behaved the way he has shown in the 19th century, and the man sometimes falls short. Still an easy "unputdownable" read, lots of good "fundas" on history and biology and sailing and music. High point: When he describes the Ibis preparing to set sail - the preparations on deck, the river, the heightened expectation, the taut sails... V. well done. Low point: Having to wait for 2 more volumes. Bleddy J.K.Rowling...

6. Spent some time inside the Kapaleeshwarar Koil in Mylapore on Friday. Spic and span place, maaamas and maamis doing a visitor pattern on all the little shrines inside. High point: naadaswaram guy and accompanists going from little shrine to little shrine and doing one kutti musical offering at each. Higher point: Same dudes doing long pause outside the Rama (must've been) shrine and spending extra time on brochevaaru evarura? Quite delightful.

7. Random links for your viewing and other pleasures

* The quiz is on.

* You really should be reading the Hackszine. Seriously. Ultra cool stuff there. Like LEGO robots that (i) solve Rubik's cube (ii) play records (iii) and also something sort of Minority Reportish called Direct Video Manipulation.

* The Evil Empire could really do this. They're a hairsbreadth away.

8. So long, then. We'll see how often posting will happen.

Friday, July 11, 2008

अर्ज़ किया है

Which PJ came to us between the pongal vadaand the filter coffee

Update: The font size sucked on the text display, ergo image.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The Greenko Hyderabad Open Quiz

It's turned into a bloody quiz announcement blog, hasn't it?

The Hyderabad Quiz Club is happy to present, in association with the Greenko Group, the Greenko Hyderabad Open Quiz.

Follow links for details.


A splendid time is guaranteed for all, apparently.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

We're Back?

For a bit, anyway.

1. Know all sentient beings by these presents that our cell phone was stolen/lost on an overnight train the night of June 26th-27th. If you've tried to call/SMS between that time and about 30 minutes back (1900, 3-Jul-2008, IST) and wondered why no replies where forthcoming, well, now you know.

This also means that we've lost all your numbers and stuff. So you'll have to email us that stuff.

2. This also means that Phone Selection Agony (Re dux) is in full swing. Current frontrunner is the Nokia E51.

3. They've written a song about us. It's called Pappu Can't Dance, Saala. Go listen.

Most of the lines don't apply to us ("muscular", "popular", "blue eyes", "Rado", "gaadi tez", "diktha angrez" and so on). But bang on target about the "can't dance, saala."