Sun Microsystems OPEN SOURCE UNIVERSITY MEETUP (OSUM) @ NIT TRICHY
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Come, join the OSUM Community at NIT Trichy. OSUM is a global community of students that are passionate about Free and Open Source Software (FOSS) and how it is Changing (Y)Our World. We call it a “Meetup” to encourage collaboration between student groups to create an even stronger open source community.
OSUM @ NIT Trichy is a group started for students, faculty and alumni to interact with each other, share knowledge and participate in the development of Open source, which will be ruling the computing world very soon.
Link: http://osum.sun.com/group/
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The travails of a single south indian guy
Posted by Sandy as guys, single, south indian
Yet another action packed weekend in Mumbai, full of fun, frolic and introspection. I have learnt many things. For example having money when none of your friends have any is as good as not having any. And after spending much time in movie theatres, cafes and restaurants I have gathered many insights into the endless monotony that is the love life of south Indian men. What I have unearthed is most disheartening.
Disheartening because comprehension of these truths will not change our status anytime soon. However there is also cause for joy. We never stood a chance anyway. What loads the dice against virile, gallant, well educated, good looking, sincere mallus and tams? (Kandus were once among us, but Bangalore has changed all that.)Our futures are shot to hell as soon as our parents bestow upon us names that are anything but alluring. I cannot imagine a more foolproof way of making sure the child remains single till classified advertisements or that maternal uncle in San Francisco thinks otherwise. Name him “Parthasarathy Venkatachalapthy” and his inherent capability to combat celibacy is obliterated before he could even talk.He will grow to be known as Partha. Before he knows, his smart, seductively named northy classmates start calling him Paratha. No woman in their right minds will go anyway near poor Parthasarathy.
His investment banking job doesn’t help either. His employer loves him though. He has no personal life you see. By this time the Sanjay Singhs and Bobby Khans from his class have small businesses of their own and spend 60% of their lives in discos and pubs. The remaining 40% is spent coochicooing with leather and denim clad muses in their penthouse flats on Nepean Sea Road . Business is safely in the hands of the Mallu manager.After all with a name like Blossom Babykutty he cant use his 30000 salary anywhere. Blossom gave up on society when in school they automatically enrolled him for Cookery Classes. Along with all the girls.Yes my dear reader, nomenclature is the first nail in a coffin of neglect and hormonal pandemonium. In a kinder world they would just name the poor southern male child and throw him off the balcony. “Yes appa we have named him Goundamani…” THUD. Life would have been less kinder to him anyway.If all the women the Upadhyays, Kumars, Pintos and,god forbid, the Sens and Roys in the world have met were distributed amongst the Arunkumars, Vadukuts and Chandramogans we would all be merry casanovas with 3 to 4 pretty things at each arm. But alas it is not to be.
Of course the south Indian women have no such issues. They have names which are like sweet poetry to the ravenous northie hormone tanks. Picture this:”Welcome, and this is my family. This is my daughter Poorni (what a sweet name!!) and my son Ponnalagusamy (er.. hello..)..” Cyanide would not be fast enough for poor Samy. Nothing Samy does will help him. He can pump iron, drive fast cars and wear snazzy clothes, but against a braindead dude called Arjun Singhania he has as much chance of getting any as a Benedictine Monk in a Saharan Seminary.Couple this with the other failures that have plagued our existence. Any attempt at spiking hair with gel fails miserably. In an hour I have a crown of greasy, smelly fibrous mush. My night ends there. However the northy just has to scream “Wakaw!!!” and you have to peel the women off him to let him breathe. In a disco while we can manage the medium hip shake with neck curls, once the Bhangra starts pumping we are as fluid as cement and gravel in a mixer. Karan Kapoor or Jatin Thapar in the low cut jeans with chaddi strap showing and see through shirt throws his elbows perfectly, the cynosure of all attention.
The women love a man who digs pasta and fondue. But why do they not see the simple pleasures of curd rice and coconut chutney? When poor Senthilnathan opens his tiffin box in the office lunch room his female coworkers just dissappear when they see the tamarind rice and poppadums. The have all rematerialised around Bobby Singh who has ordered in Pizza and Garlic bread. (And they have the gall to talk of foreign origin.)
Sociologically too the tam or mallu man is severely sidelined. An average tam stud stays in a house with, on average, three grandparents, three sets of uncles and aunts, and over 10 children. Not the ideal atmosphere for some intimacy and some full throated “WHOSE YOUR DADDY!!!” at the 3 in the morning. The mallu guy of course is almost always in the gulf working alone on some onshore oil rig in the desert.
Rheumatic elbows me thinks.
Alas dear friends we are not just meant to set the nights on fire. We are just not built to be “The Ladies Man”.The black man has hip hop, the white man has rock, the southie guy only has idlis and tomato rasam or an NRI account in South Indian Bank, Ernakulam Branch. Alas as our destiny was determined in one fell swoop by our nomenclature, so will our future be. A nice arranged little love story. But the agony of course does not end there. On the first night, as the stud sits on his bed finally within touching distance and whispers his sweet desires into her delectable ear, she blushes, turns around and whispers back “But amma has said only on second Saturdays…”
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Blackout(s) II
Posted by Kolor as Uncategorized
The shadow of a human hand fell on a whitish wall. The shadow danced a slow clumsy dance. It flickered and jumped as if it were the least bit comfortable. Then suddenly there was darkness. A gust of wind had knocked open the window. The wick of the candle lay smoldering. The red glow gently diminishing with every swirl of cold air. Slowly, the last embers died out. The night sounds made their eerie presence felt. The sound of crickets filled the dark void. “Where the hell is the matchbox ?”
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A Blog Post by Singapore ’s Youngest Millionaire Adam Khoo
Posted by NoeL as Articles, Inspirational, management
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Super Scenes #9
Posted by Srikanth Srinivasan as All Posts, Arnold, Bigger Stronger Faster*, Chris Bell, Drugs, Eye of the tiger, Hollywood, Hulk Hogan, Michael Moore, Olympics, Rambo, Reagan, Rocky, Steroids, Super Scenes, The Iron Sheik, The Side Effects of being American, documentary, wwe
Bigger Stronger Faster* (2008)
English
Christopher Bell
Bigger Stronger Faster* is one of the best documentaries to come out for a very long time. As the film starts, it is inevitable that one is reminded of the films of controversial filmmaker Michael Moore. But once the momentum picks up, you realize that the director, Christopher Bell, has fabricated a fantastic piece all in his own way. The film deals with the issue of steroids and the taboos it faces in the society. It does not explicitly argue for the cause but it does provide openings to many unknown facts that make us rethink our morals.
Here is the starting scene from the movie that just grabs you by the throat and prepares you for the ride that you will be taking up. It cleverly combines the larger theme of the film, the director’s own passions and central issue it will be dealing with. All this in a very funny way as the track “Eye of the Tiger” - a track that has become the apotheosis of “Americanism“– plays on. The film later goes on to build over these images of WWE (the director’s own inspiration to take up body building as a serious inspiration), Rocky (The righteous underdog) and Sports (as America’s incessant glorification of the ultimate winner) and blends them with the larger issue at hand – a contradiction of ideologies followed by one nation in its quest for excellence.
Here is the scene followed by the transcript:
Narrator: January 23, 1984. It was a day that changed my life forever. The muscle, the moral courage that built the greatest, freest nation the world has ever known. Ronald Reagan was our President and there was trouble brewing in Iran. I was just a kid, but I knew who was behind it. His name was The Iron Sheik.
Commentator: From Tehran, Iran, weighing 258 lbs, The Iron Sheik! They have a lot of hate in their hearts for this man. Iran– number one! U.S.A.—
Narrator: You see, Reagan may have freed the hostages but The Sheik still had the championship belt. There was only one man that could save us.
Commentator: From Venice Beach, California, the incredible Hulk Hogan!
Narrator: And the Hulkster rips off that shirt. But three minutes into the match Hulk Hogan was locked in the dreaded camel clutch. It’s over for the Hulk. This move would snap the back of a normal man, But this wasn’t a normal man. This was Hulk Hogan and he was fighting for our country. The Hulkster got out of the camel clutch with the Sheik on his back, dropped the big leg and he pinned the Sheik. Hulkamania was born and the message was clear– You don’t mess with Hulk Hogan and you certainly don’t mess with America. I must break you. Look what happened to Ivan Drago. He tried to mess with America and Rocky kicked his ass. And then when the Vietnamese were holding P.O.W.S. Rambo went in and he kicked their ass.
Reagan: And in the spirit of Rambo let me tell you we’re gonna win this time.
Narrator: Then came Arnold Schwarzenegger, the ultimate ass-kicker. I never saw “Gone With the Wind” or “Casablanca,” but I can tell you every line of every Arnold movie.
Arnold (Conan the Barbarian) and Narrator: “Crush your enemies, see them driven before you and hear the lamentations of the women.”
Arnold (Predator): “Dillon, you son of a bitch.”
Narrator: And they go bam! And they’re all oiled up and their veins are popping out. I have the power!
Voiceover: Better, Stronger, Faster.
Narrator: I was just 12 years old and there was an explosion of ass-kicking in America.
Reagan: And like our Olympic athletes we set our sights on the stars and we’re going for the gold.
Narrator: I wanted to tear off my shirt and be ripped, tanned and larger than life. But in reality I was a fat, pale kid from Poughkeepsie.
I’ve never seen a documentary so personal in nature that it has the potential to disrupt a family. Chris Bell’s search for truth does not stop at his doorstep but goes into his personal life, his disappointments and his relationship with his brothers. Bigger Stronger Faster* is a documentary that won’t inspire you in any way and may even wound your faith in humanity and its morals. But it will definitely make your outlook finer and your perspectives wider.
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google chrome
Posted by as Google, Review, chrome, download google chrome, google chrome
It’s been like deciding on a book based on the first few pages,it’s been like shifting from Windows to Mac, that has been my experience with Chrome.
Its real cool ,the reason being
1.Its faster
2.Its simple and easy to use
3.The windows look clean
These are the things which i have experienced till now, so far ,so good…….
I just loved it
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Through the rocky ride and looking beyond…
Posted by vigneswaralu as Uncategorized
I still can’t believe it happened, but as all things in life it did. Nobody believed that a firm as big as Lehman Brothers would be allowed to fail, afterall we were one of wall streets oldest and biggest. Theres no point debating what caused it, Paulson’s decisions or Dick’s view, what ever be the reason, the unimaginable did happen.
Personally, many people tell this may be worse one could face in life and as damn lucky l’m, I joined with all pride into a wall street investment bank with dreams only to find myself out on street in two months. Well not literally. I din’t know ones course of action in such situations. I did a few things, largely unsuccessfull partly because I’m not from IIT and partly so I din’t have contacts.
Retrospecting my life a few months back, It was all very different. I dint join the firm knowing fully about the culture and the pay. The fixed pay quoted by the firm was huge by my standards. Had I joined any firm in my line of study it would have taken 6-7 years even to achieve this fixed pay. Once inside I realised the fixed pay was pittance when compared to the bonuses people get every year. So does that mean I redefine my standards. I never knew until I faced this. What is more important that, when I look for opportunities, which standards do I follow.
Thankfully before I broke down, a rescue was in place and I have my job again, well atleast for enough time to think from ab-initio again. Do I do that? Do I go back to my tech? With the global economic crisis looming I have the opinion every sector is risky enough. What ever may be my future, the ride was rocky and useful to think about oneself. To know where I stand and what is important.
Looking beyond, theres only one thing I will have in mind.When it comes to it, prepare for the worst and act accordingly. More so because even trivial stuff will be great.
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Superhit Muqablech
Posted by muddman as countdown, music
To all the folks who haven’t met me , I have a confession to make : My control over the hindi language is limited to the phrases “Arrey bhaaiyee“,”Mera naam Joker“, “Kuch Kuch Hota Hai“,”Kyunki saans mein kabhi badbhu thi” and ” Please don’t be santusht“, of course ,apart from the Queen’s Hindi words that are oft heard in college : “M&^%&^C&^%& , B%&^%&C^&%&^ , G&, L& (Note: the previous 2 words are to be pronounced the way they are written) , B^S^&^&KE ” etc. And for those who do know me, the above fact would’ve become glaringly evident in the first few nanoseconds of our acquaintance.
So , In case your name appears here in bad light, do not panic… here goes:
Any character spoken about in this post might be fictional. (You can thank me later)
Countdown Begins. Here is a non exhaustive list of possible genres that Hindi music can be classified into.
(I lack organisational skills, I have not figured out how many categories will appear in this Countdown , so I will count down from N to 1 :-)
N. INDI POP
The name says it all. Or should I say it used to. This genre of music refers to the kinds that were played when MTV and Channel V first learnt to play Hindi music ,in the mid 90s. Owing to the limited Inventory and Low differential of No. of Songs with respect to time , the same song would be repeated a minimum of 3 times a day ( For all those who came to this site searching for “Himmesh pics” or “Bappi Da Great“, the last line implies a minimum of 4 telecasts a day .. thats 1 + 3 repeats. OK? ).
The list of artists usually included in this genre are :
Falguni Pathak ( One takes a long time to figure out if it is a male or a female. Great female voice , but who knows , may be he’s just faking it. So lets just call it it. )
Hans Raj Hans( Greatly influenced by the Punjabi translations of works by a certain Hans Christian Andersen . He has also made Solo performances in a few Star Wars movies :) :) :)
Adnan Sami (A piano Prodigy. And a shining example to disprove the old adage “Play Piano, lose Weight“. And Btw ,Riddle time : If Adnan Sami was a South Indian middle aged woman, what would his name be???
Ans. Adnan Maami :):)
Many one hit wonders such as Agosh, Aryans, Anaida, Anamika, Mika, etc. (No, not all of them kissed Raakhi Sawant….as far as we know it ie.)
But the killer of them all, the man who could probably be called the father of Indi-pop , ( with a song called “Thanda Thanda Paani” that was dangerously similar to “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice, which in turn is a direct flick from “Under Pressure” by Queen),the king of originals ,Baba Sehgal.
B.S (for short :) is the quintessential Indian rapist wrapper rapper. He has won the hearts of many a Baba Sehgal fan.
But there has been a lot of speculation about his name. Why Baba Sehgal.? The speculation stems from the fact that he does not resemble most of the Baba’s known to man. For instance, as is evident from the pictures, he does not resemble Baba Amte or Homi Bhabha or Ali Baba or the Baba mudra or even Baba black sheep.
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Note : After years of scientific studyon this chosen nomenclature, it was arrived at that his physiognomically closest relatives are Sathya Sai Baba and the Seagull.
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To be continued
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Muqablech : Part Deux
Posted by muddman as countdown, music, piss offs
In case you are not a regular reader of this blog, this is a continuation of Superhit Muqablech, and, I hate you.
N-1 . INDI “well, very much“, ” among the amit_123s and kids of ages 15-16 extremely” POP
Yes, we are talking about India’s answer to 50 Cent - Inde Cent. Item numbers in the rest of this post will refer to this genre, as opposed to what the counter boy enters into his device to obtain the price of an item.
This genre is not new. Meaning it is old. Meaning, ye ol parents and uncles and irritating aunts shant criticize my generation.(This is where Sachin puts his arm around me and says ” Our generation “, but I cut him short and say ” You wish!”).
Mr. HighlyCriticalAndAtTheSameTimeIncrediblyPissingOffUncle ( HCAATSTIPOU for short ):”Why do you say that is it not new?? Me thought Shilpa Shetty was the first one to be called an Item girl after that song from Shool? The kids these days, pah pah pah ! Abhishtu.“.
Mr. HighlyIntellectualChickMagnet ( Mudd for short) : ” I appreciate the general knowledge sir (restecp ! ). But just try and remember the days of your youth (yes, difficult,i agree), the movies that came out , remember ” Caravan ” or “Sholay” or “Namak Halal”? Helen, Parveen Babi??”
HCAATSTIPOU : ” Yes, vaguely.” ( read: Duh dude, but I just don’t want to accept it because I know where you’re getting at and my argument would be compromised if I did)
Mudd: ” yes, you called them Cabaret performances and ‘fast forward songs‘ (a song which when appears from tape provokes an urge to press the >> button when family is around), but in essence there were skimpily clad women shaking booty (which is an approximate version of Wikipedia’s definiton of Item Number). AND YOU WATCHED IT - REPEATEDLY”
Yes, it is old. But the term has now come to mean a larger range of songs : “The term ‘item number‘ has now been relaxed to include almost all upbeat dance numbers involving either a woman in skimpy clothing, or a “guest appearance” from a star who is only in the movie for the length of that song” (a wikiquote)
Even mainstream actresses and actors ( blech ! ) do Item Numbers. Or should I say the ladies who have done item numbers have gone on to become mainstream actresses. Eitherways, the genre has come and will stay on until Bollywood has some laws against bad music and limited clothing, which by recent trend, I do not see happening.
Just to make this post more appealing ( read: To appear on google’s search results for hot Raakhi Sawant Pics ( usually 0 results) or I like booty) , here are the leading ladies of this genre, I mean the videos. ( I do not know who sings for them, and frankly, few care)
Not too sure about the last guy, but I have definitely seen him in many such songs.
Note: The neck downs of these images are intended only for mature audiences. Knowing my readers inside out, I cropped them.
P.S : Not all item numbers are bad songs.
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Suggessions of a frustrated Indian youth
Posted by Mathews Jose as Uncategorized
Yesterday’s newspapers brought great news. The Electricity Board had realized that their 4 hour load shedding had failed to generate enough discomfort amongst the public and had gladly increased the period to 6.5 hours a day on the pretext of the Wind God’s alienation of Tamil Nadu
The news gave me a shock,a rather wild one , first thing in the morning . I wished to pull my hair off, I wished to jump off the roof,before I realized I was already in a pool of sweat since the current was “gone” as early as 6 a.m
Like the Director says -”Stop Complaining,Suggest Solutions”
1.Comrades who opposes the nuclear deal should be locked up in Stalin era concentration camps and made to generate electricity through exercise cycles attached with dynamoes
2.The college must set up bio gas plants alongside every hostel .Since output is determined by how much students eat, the Director would be forced to improve the mess food quality
3.Every class room in the CLC has 12 fans and 20 tubes , all of which remain on ,despite the strength of the class
Solution: Classes must be terminated
4.The air conditioner at the Octogon runs off the generator so do all the computers that are scarcely used.
Solution:Close down Octa , provide net at hostel rooms
More suggesions in this regard are welcome ….
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Posted by Shazz as Uncategorized
I think about it every day. And every day, i manage to crush the thoughts.
But today, more than any other, i feel desperately miserable that i’m not a graduate student.
I’m an Engineer. I’m an Engineer. I’m an Engineer.
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