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Back in 2008, when I bought Vatsap.com I discarded using <a href="http://blogger.com/">blogspot</a>. Now only after five long years, I am back to it. So much has changed since then. Blogging came as a fad and it also died a slow death. Very very few people blog today. Mainly because it is easier and quicker to share what they are thinking or a picture they have, on a social media site such as Facebook or Instagram. 'Writing' as a hobby has taken a hit. Also, since past few years I have been trying to position myself as one the best wedding photographer India has - not literally, but with the aim of getting <a href="http://shaadigrapher.com/">ShaadiGraPher.com</a> up in the page rankings!<br />
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It surely is a long way to go but if one has to survive in the fiercely competitive sector of wedding photography, being good is just not good enough. You have to be the best and do whatever it takes to a) be there and b) remain there. I am sure that with time, many others would include my name when they make up a lost of some of the best wedding photographer India - but until then, I just need to keep trying. And keep clicking great photographs. And <a href="http://dance.withprincy.com/my-husband-best-wedding-photographer-india-has/">keep watching my wife dance</a>! :)</div>
amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-74897970130716042502007-10-29T13:26:00.000+05:302007-10-29T16:19:08.254+05:30I am singing......in the inter-hostel Light Music competition. If there are enough singers from my hostel already, I will sing as a non-comp. I don't sing great, but I am sure no one is going to throw chappals or rotten eggs at me when I hold the microphone and do vocal exercise on stage.<br /><br />It so happened that yesterday, I came to know that there were only three guys from my hostel participating. The upper limit from every hostel is five. Now, this was bad. So, I decided to go ahead and increase Narmad's count. Heck, I would enjoy doing that as well.<br /><br />However today, two secon yearites suddenly popped up. So, now there were three guys who wanted to sing. Ah. The social-secretary said he would have an audition to select best five singers. LOL! That's weird because I am no singer. I had decided to do it for fun. But I had indeed practiced a particular song quite a few times. I had also roped in a studd tabla player to play beats for me. So, one thing is for sure. I shall be singing.<br /><br />What song do you ask? Heh, if you know me, you should have guessed that only a post-event video can best answer that. :D (Anyone willing to shoot me? :P )<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Update</span>: Event postponed from 29th Oct to 30th Oct. Also, dear friend Prasun has agreed to shoot me and <a href="http://somethingisfishy.blogspot.com/">KG</a> seems to be serious too. :D Great going.amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-38107012847346203112007-10-28T23:55:00.001+05:302007-10-29T13:26:33.340+05:30My best run everIt rained the whole day today. Chennai was cold after a long time. Cool winds kept blowing (it's late night now, and I am sure they still are blowing outside).<br /><br />Running, if nothing else, is a good stress buster. And to run today meant running in the rain. I had done it before. I asked Caesar if he would like me to join. It was about half past four in the evening. It was raining fairly well. After little hesitation, and a lot of persistence from my side (which included the cliched use of lines like "be a man"), he agreed. 'I haven't done this before, but what the hell, lemme fuckin do it', he said something similar after he had made up his mind to join me.<br /><br />We ran like kids. We felt like kids. It was fun to run through small water pockets that had appeared on roads, splashing the soily water in all directions.<br />We screamed at times, like the thirteen years old do, when they kick their first goal in a football match.<br /><br />As we ran, Caesar thought he had grown taller. As I ran, I could listen to the trees asking us to keep running and since they couldn't they would cheer us up. Trees actually cheered us up. Everytime we passed underneath trees, the drops that fell down were thicker and made a strange sound that in some vague way made me believe that the trees were clapping and cheering. :)<br /><br />'That looks lovely', Caesar pointed to an approaching car whose headlight was on. I had a look. The yellow rays from the headlamp, passing through rain drops indeed looked fascinating; reminded me of numerous movies where in such rainy weather, and on lonely roads, such cars stop and then something happens.<br /><br />'Reminds me of I know what you did last summer', I replied to him. The car had past but we continued our discussion. 'What if a half-dead body had been thrown out of the car when it passed us?', I questioned him. Before he could think of an answer, I further made up the story, 'We would go near it, and soon you would notice blood all over my hands and then you would scream, dude lets just run away, and then I would scream back at you saying we can't leave a dying man alone and.....'.<br /><br />'What if such a thing really happens, what will we do?', he had something to throw at me finally. I had no answer. And before I could think of one, he shouted, 'see there, another car's coming'. And both of us giggled. And kept running.<br /><br />Today for the first time, Caesar actually ran all the way back to Gc. In fact we ran further till Tiffanys, found Mishre there, and made him pay for our coffee. The way everyone (and that included a lot of girls) stared at the two of us in Tiffanys (a food joint on top of female mess in IIT Madras) was funny. It was awesome to have coffee after having run about six kilometers in rain. It was just fuckin awesome. Since it still was raining, there was no question of walking back to hostel. Both of us would have fallen sick. So we ran again. I gave him company till Jamuna (his hostel) and continued running to Narmad.<br /><br />Caesar's left knee was fucked up. He had over-run (though I had under-run; I take another longer route to cover few more kilometers when I am running alone). I adviced him to take hot bath and things would be fine. He did that and I guess it worked for him. I took a hot bath too after like centuries.<br /><br />This certainly was my best run ever. I am sure it's true for Caesar as well.amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-7676676455517424862007-10-28T23:55:00.000+05:302007-10-29T13:22:35.830+05:30Weight-lifting: EpilogueIt was a light drizzle yesterday night when I decided to walk up to Tarams to get a fag. I had just left my hostel when it started raining with an increased intensity (no, not strong to be called a downpour, but fair enough to wet you slowly).<br /><br />I met a hostel-mate who was in the weight-lifting team. I asked him the result. He had got a silver. He was in the next higher cateogry than mine. Another hostel-mate who was in the highest weight category had won a bronze. My sports sec, who was in a category below me missed a bronze by one place. He had lifted 47 Kgs in snatch and came fourth.<br /><br />Finally, I asked him about what happened in my category (62-69 Kgs). He told that the guy who got bronze, lifted 45 Kgs in snatch. 'You actually had a chance', he added. I could only smile back at him.<br /><br />I paid for my fag, finished it and walked back. It still was raining, but suddenly I felt good about all the fight that I had put for weightlifting. If nothing else, it made me fitter, made me fag less and gave a lot of stuff to blog about. :D Not bad at all!amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-20090583489839655942007-06-03T18:11:00.000+05:302007-06-03T18:19:39.949+05:30Vatsap is upYes. I finally have my own domain name. <a href="http://www.vatsap.com">www.vatsap.com</a><br /><br />Dear Feed readers, please change your feed settings so that you don't have to miss my posts. :)<br /><br />My heartful thanks to <a href="www.nonoscience.info">Dr. Arunn Narasimhan</a> for setting up everything for me and giving me space on his hosting server. He rocks!<br /><br />So this post, officially is my last post here on blogspot. A good thing is that all the earlier posts will still show up on my all new site!amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-18557985223133192762007-06-01T15:42:00.000+05:302007-06-01T15:52:38.709+05:30www.******.com<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl_xjl47EoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/01QeeOvYSEw/s1600-h/vatsap_com.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl_xjl47EoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/01QeeOvYSEw/s400/vatsap_com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071037299211047554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">C O M I N G S O O N</span><br /></div>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-7161572545575700302007-06-01T11:12:00.000+05:302007-06-01T11:38:28.631+05:30ATMI was gloomy yesterday. I was feeling lost in the crowd. I didn't want to take the bus to home. I didn't want to go anywhere. I anyways waited at the bus-stop. Waited for the bus. I really was lost. I didn't want to take the bus.<br /><br />The bus came. I didn't have to board it. It was totally full. I thought I would go visit the nearby Gaduda Mall. I roamed around inside the air conditioned building. Purposeless. Direction-less. I had only twenty bucks in my wallet. So I didn't buy anything.<br /><br />I knew I wanted to take an auto. I was not ready to face a crowded bus yesterday. I wanted a little peace. After a little struggle, I got an auto. I thought I would stop at some SBI ATM on my way to home, and withdraw cash. So that I could pay the auto-valla.<br /><br />The traffic sucked.<br /><br />Midway, the autowallah stopped his vehicle. He had a good news to offer. The auto won't run anymore. There was some problem with the gear. The meter showed 35 bucks.<br /><br />You will have to take me to some ATM. I have only 20 bucks!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aiyyo sir, this auto won't run. And there really is not ATM close by. But I can find another auto for you.</span><br />Ok then. Ask the other autovalla to pay you remaining cash. I will pay to him later.<br /><br />This worked. To my relief! In about fifteen minutes, he could find another auto, whose driver paid him fifteen bucks from his own pocket. The new trip began. I spotted an ATM after a while. I asked this new autovalla to stop.<br /><br />I was inside the ATM, when I took out my wallet. The ATM card was not there. <span style="font-style: italic;">What??</span> Yes. There was no ATM card! I paused for few seconds. Then came out of ATM.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There is no cash in here. Chalo, I will pay you when I reach home. Let's go.</span><br /><br />Finally reached home. Borrowed cash from cousin.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The bottomline</span>: I have fuckin lost my ATM card!! I have fuckin lost it when I am in Bangalore and not in Chennai and when it was the only source of money I had. Total fuck.amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-48648746378534600022007-05-31T15:17:00.000+05:302007-05-31T15:31:38.089+05:30Create. Collaborate. Contribute.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl6ayV47ElI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FOQDE2l9AFE/s1600-h/proto_front.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl6ayV47ElI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FOQDE2l9AFE/s400/proto_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070660420125790802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl6ayl47EmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ofj6k8q_uQQ/s1600-h/proto_back1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl6ayl47EmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ofj6k8q_uQQ/s400/proto_back1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070660424420758114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Made this design for Proto.in, the second edition of which is coming up in IIT Madras on July 21-22 2007. And yeah, did all of this sitting in office since I really didn't have any work to do ( I still don't have). You can get gyaan about Proto.in <a href="http://www.proto.in">here on their site</a>.<br /><br />Also made this badge: <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl6cMl47EnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-_Bjeywfmng/s1600-h/square-block.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rl6cMl47EnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-_Bjeywfmng/s400/square-block.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070661970608984690" border="0" /></a>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-41235582779785038962007-05-31T10:42:00.000+05:302007-05-31T13:59:45.913+05:30How to cook Chicken BiryaniRemember I talked about <a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-forum.html">shooting a video at uncle's place</a> when he cooked Chicken Biryani? After <a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-cable.html">giving up on using a firewire cable</a>, I finally did the video-transfer using USB and then edited it yesterday (basically to bring the whole thing down to less than 10 minutes).<br /><br />By the way, don't watch this video if you are hungry right now and you are a non-vegetarian and you are sure that you won't be getting to eat anything for at least quite some time. I say so, because this video will definitely bring water to your mouth and make you twice more hungry than you are.<br /><br />And yeah, the Biryani was <span style="font-style: italic;">mast</span>! :) Enjoy watching the video (it's in Hindi).<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwkligjvhAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></embed>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-24349725710420528132007-05-30T16:03:00.000+05:302007-06-01T11:10:22.390+05:30IIT Madras get together in BangaloreLet's meet. If you are from IIT Madras and you are in Bangalore and you are jobless this coming Sunday (3rd of June, 2007), come, catch up. Even if you are a pass out, you are dearly welcome! Let's fart and bring the IIT Madras charm to this city (of gardens?).<br /><br />This is the proposed plan but you are welcome to suggest changes.<br /><br />11AM-2Pm: Beer at <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Mojoz</span> Mojo's<br />2AM onwards: Lunch (we shall decide the place once we meet)<br /><br />So those who want to join the get-together, leave your information on the comments section of this post.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How to reach Mojo's</span>: It is on Residency Road, opposite the Hyundai Showroom, Near Ballal Residency. You can come down brigades, take the left, and then the first right again and BANG, you are at Mojo's!!<div class="chat in"> </div><br />Note: For those who don't drink, still join us. We shall have fun.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Update 1</span>: Please let your friends from insti know about this get-together. There are various ways of doing so besides of course blogging about it or putting this up on your status message. All I would like to say it, help promote this holy cause :P in your own way. More guys (girls?), more fun!amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-40311569088944927112007-05-29T15:24:00.000+05:302007-05-29T15:26:12.944+05:30Never say Delete<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rlv4k147EkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CSATMVBHBdI/s1600-h/gmail_use.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/Rlv4k147EkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CSATMVBHBdI/s400/gmail_use.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069919117360435778" border="0" /></a>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-33821068823875797582007-05-29T14:26:00.000+05:302007-05-29T15:02:51.003+05:30The new cableMost of you already know about <a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/cable.html">the cable incidence</a>. Those who don't, check that out before you further read this post.<br /><br />Yesterday I finally decided to buy the 'original' JVC cable which came for 350 bucks. But this time, I was a man who had learned from his past mistakes. I took my laptop along. And asked them to let me check if the cable fit properly. Well, they didn't mind me doing that. And well, the cable fit.<br /><br />The first thing that I did after reaching home was to connect the video-camera to the laptop using this new 4pin-4pin firewire cable. The camera detected it, but the laptop still didn't. Now, this was too much. This was frustrating. Since the camera detected it perfectly each time I would connect, the cable couldn't possibly be bad. So the problem lied with my laptop.<br /><br />A long-tiresome-frustrating internet research began which started yesterday and continued till I decided to give up a few moments ago (sitting in office). Many many people out there have faced similar problems. Their laptop doesn't detect their cameras when connected by firewire cables. Only few claimed that trying out different cables solved their problems but for most of them, the fault was never with the cable. Out there, I could find a lot of frustrated people, (like I am right now) who could do nothing but give up.<br /><br />A stupid thing is that I already have done this video transfer from camera to computer. I know that it works. So I am all the more frustrated that right now, when I so desperately want to edit videos, this whole damn thing is not working out for me. Eh, too much! The last time I did the video transfer, I didn't have a laptop though. I had a regular desktop. The CPU did not have a firewire card by default. So I had to buy one separately when I purchased the camera. It was a firewire card with two 6-pin slots and came with a free 4pin-6pin cable (the 4pin end would go into the camera and the 6pin end would go into the firewire card). And it had worked amazingly well then. The video quality that I had got was really really awesome.<br /><br />Today is the first time that I am disappointed with my Dellruba. I was so happy (while ordering her) to know that, she came with an inbuilt firewire card. I didn't know that this card won't have a six pin slot like the one that I got for my CPU. Dellruba had a 4pin slot, exactly like the camera. So the earlier 6pin-4pin cable was of no use. And now finally after having 270+350 bucks on buying a 4pin-4pin cable (and blogging about it), I still CANNOT transfer videos!<br /><br />For the time being, I will continue to transfer using USB cable. Something is better than nothing. And anyways, my readers wont be able to notice much difference in the video quality because on youtube, you anyways don't get great quality (ah, what a nice way of consoling myself).amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-41293113227694279412007-05-28T16:53:00.000+05:302007-05-28T17:27:05.795+05:30Himesh on Hit-listSaw <a href="http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?newsid=1098973">this</a> happening on TV a couple of days ago. Himesh Reshammiya is supposedly on Ejaz Lakdawala's hit list. It was funny to hear the Don speak himself to the news channel. What a drama!<br /><br />Now all of us know why these Mumbai-ka-dons (better known as Bhai's) threaten celebrity lives. For money! But I guess in Himesh's case, something else happened:<br /><br />Don: Hello, Himesh?<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, who is this? Look if you are some singer, try approaching me through Indian Idol. I really don't have any time. Don't you know that I am also doing one stupid movie? I really don't have time.</font><br /><br />Don: No, I am no singer.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">Then who are you?</font><br /><br />Don: I am Don. I am Ezaz Lakdawala. I kill celebrities for money.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">Oh, so you need money from me.</font><br /><br />Don: No.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">No? Why did you call me up then.</font><br /><br />Don: I wanted to make a request to you.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">I don't believe it. Ezaz Lakdavaala is making me a request. </font><br /><br />Don: Yeah. I am fuckin fed up of your voice. Wherever I go, I find your songs playing. You make nice music, alright but your voice totally sucks. I beg to you. Stop singing. I will give you money for doing that. Tell me your demand.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">No money can stop me from singing. And I am anyways making enough money, thanks to my God gifted talent (read God gifted nose). </font><br /><br />Don: I won't ask again. You are the only celebrity who is getting money from a Don! You dare refuse me.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">I can pay you some cash. But please let me sing.</font><br /><br />Don: I will pay you double of what you can offer. But please, stop singing. Entire India is fed up of you and your nose.<br />Himesh: <font style="font-style: italic;">I'll prefer dying than not singing. I am sure that many people who kept listening to my voice for a long time must have died a painful death. I guess it's time for me to payback. Kill me if you want to but however much you give to me, I wont stop from torturing the world.</font><br /><br />Don: You are a dead man. Right now, at this very moment, I am putting you on top of my hitlist. Sing as many songs as you can, before I save the world from your atrocities. That will be the only good thing I would be doing in my entire life as a Don. I am hanging up now. Gotta call some news channel to give them this happy news. Because I am sure, a lot of people out there will be delighted to know that they wont have to bear you shortly. Chal bye.<br /><div class="reportHeadLine" style="font-weight: normal;"></div>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-41172973233613690712007-05-27T20:42:00.000+05:302007-05-28T15:41:32.291+05:30After ForumHere I am, sitting on aunt's laptop at uncle's place. Half an hour ago uncle and myself were out on street, getting drenched in the massive downpour that has subsided moments ago. We had gone out to get samosas and got caught in the rains that errupted all of a sudden. It's good that I won the AMD t-shirt earlier today so that I didn't have to change to my uncle's tee after getting back. But of course he had to lend me his pyjama. :P<br /><br />The rain was lovely. I feel so fresh and so does uncle. He will soon be making mooli-ka-parantha for the three of us. He cooks good. Good for me. Good for Aunt. :) This Sunday rocks.<br /><br />While coming back from Forum, I had run into two insti guys. One was a branch senior who had passed out last year; has been working in Bangalore since then; and now going to IIM A. The other guy was a junior who is the current Academic Affaris Secretory of the insti. It feels great to run into known faces. Though for a matter of fact I had been wishing all the time while in Forum to run into yet another known face. That never happened. :( But then this was real life. Not a movie, right?<br /><br />A routine life shall begin once more from tomorrow. And in all liklihood, some real work should begin. I wish life weren't real. I wish life were a dream.amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-25240761009533124752007-05-27T14:10:00.000+05:302007-05-27T20:41:12.797+05:30From Forum<span style="font-size:+0;"></span>Blogging from a mall which has wifi. First time experience. Nice experience.<br /><br />Being amidst a crowd that's moving and continuously changing makes the environment a lot lively. There's some energy about it.<br /><br />Shot a "How to make Chicken Biryani" yesterday when Uncle and Aunt made it for the three of us. A youtube video shall be out soon.<br /><br />Came to the Forum mall to catch up with friends cum classmates who are interning in the same city. The Bengaluru city! Didn't really have much to do. So we thought we would shoot something. I had got my hanycam with me.<br /><br />We caught up few guys, told them we were from IIT Madras and were here in Bangalore to shoot a documentary. I told that the documentary was on the difference in rural lifestyle and metro lifestyle and that we would like to know if they would ever be willing to contribute to the betterment of rural India's life. I appeared confident and they thought we were serious. And they talked bullshit which didn't make much sense! :P But nevetheless it was a nice timepass. :D I will upload the videos for you to see it for yourself how serious they were (and how serious I was :P )<br /><br />But to be frank, our aim was to get to talk to babes! The mall was full of them. It was Sunday and this was Bangalore! After our warm up session with guys, we started looking for girls. Single girls roaming without any stupid looking males around. We hardly found any! Of course not a surprise. And I was kinda too nervous to approach the few whom we could spot.<br /><br />After a long long time (read one hour), finally one of the friends went over to a babe (he doesn't think she was a babe!). It appeared that the whole thing would go off well. She was listening. And then all of a sudden, she asked for our I cards! <em>Fuck her</em>! We showed her mine. And then, tragedy struck. We saw her waving a loving 'hi' to someone on the escalator. He was a stupid looking male. Coming down the escalator. Looked like her boyfriend. He came over. We chatted for sometime, but finally they fuckin refused to appear in our doc. <em>Attitude! Fuck em all</em>. They refused to listen to us, IITians! <em>Fuck em real hard! Fuck their attitude.</em><br /><br />We gave up. We dropped the idea of shooting any more. One friend had to leave.<br /><br />Once again, there was nothing more. The two of us were wondering what more to do when we saw something happening at the AMD stall. Guys were screaming! We reached there. Whoever screamed "AMD rocks" loudest, would get a tee. Cool! A black ADM tee!<br /><br />With an intel based laptop lying inside my bag, I jumped up on the small stage, and shouted "AMD rocks". I was loudest as was one more guy. Both of us got the tee. Yayyy. AMD rocks!! :P<br /><br />Never before in my life, I have spent morning till evening in one mall. There was something else in my mind which kept forcing me to be there for as long as possible. Someone out there, readng this post will understand what I mean. And to you 'that someone', I would like to say 'Yes, I missed you all the time I was there'. By the way, Forum looks like home to me now. Both of us are sitting in McD sipping coke. And it's time we leave because this female attendent just came over and asked if we are done. <em>Fuck her</em>!<br /><br />Sunday. Funday.amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-57514280292247263012007-05-25T11:42:00.000+05:302007-05-25T12:14:55.445+05:30God is Great<a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/cable.html">The cable post</a> should tell you that after my first shopping experience in MG Road, I was left with only nine and a half bucks. In coins.<br /><br />The bus fair to reach home from office is ten bucks.<br /><br />I was supposed to withdraw money from ATM. But I remembered it only when I was there at the bus stop. There's an ATM close to my office but at the bus stop I could not find any. <span style="font-style: italic;">Ah, why did I forget?</span>. It was 6:30 PM. Bus no. 201 would reach any time. If I missed it I would have to wait for another half an hour for the next bus. But then there was no other option but to walk back to that ATM near office, withdraw cash and then come back to the stop. There was no other option, unless of course, I generally went and asked someone to lend me fifty paise. :)<br /><br />I wished I were in IIT where it was really easy to spot people anywhere, people whom you knew and could ask for money when in such conditions. I looked around. I saw a logo. It was the IIT Madras logo! Were my eyes playing with me? I noticed the t-shirt which was sporting that logo. I had seen many people wearing that t-shirt back in insti. This whole thing was real! The eyes were not playing! I looked at the guy wearing it. Hell, I knew him! He saw me. We waved at each other. He was coming towards me. The t-shirt was the latest hostel jersey. He was a hostel mate, a Civil junior. <span style="font-style: italic;">God is Great</span>!<br /><br />But of course, the first thing that you do when you run into a known face in an unknown place is not to ask him for 50 paise. In fact asking for 50 paise is too cheap a thing to do. You should at least ask for a rupee coin. :P<br /><br />I greeted him. We talked about each other's internships and few more things. I didn't mention anything about my need for 50 paise. We were still talking when I saw 201 pass by.<br /><br />Hey that's my bus. I gotta go. Do you have a rupee coin?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What?</span><br />A rupee coin.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah sure.</span><br /><br />I took that coin from him, rushed to catch my bus and waved him a goodbye while still running. There was no time to explain the situation to him and I guess I left him totally confused. When inside, I paid 1o bucks. All I was left with now was a 50 paise coin. I held it with my right hand, looked at it and said to myself, '<span style="font-style: italic;">God is Great</span>'!amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-4543770040002491632007-05-25T10:39:00.000+05:302007-05-25T11:22:02.644+05:30The cableI decided to stroll. Stroll in MG Road. It was the lunch time. The weather was cool. I wished I had a girl friend around, with whom I could walk with and have ice cream and talk about beautiful things. I strolled alone. I was missing someone.<br /><br />Tonnes of babes can be spotted in and around the MG Road market in Bangalore. Babes weren't on my mind though. Something else was. A cable. I wondered if I could find some shop which sold firewire cables. For those who don't know, these cables are used to transfer videos from a video camera tape (analogue) to the computer (digital) without undermining the quality (unlike the USB cables).<br /><br />I found a nice camera shop. It had the cable that I was looking for.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'350 bucks</span>', told the shopkeeper. An internet search on ebay, some time back before the lunch, had told me that the cost was around 15o rupees. So, it was a shock to hear him asking for double that money.<br /><br />'The last time I bought one, it cost me only 150 rupees. Are you sure that it costs 350?'<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Oh, then you must have bought a local thing. This is a JVC original cable. You can get the local thing in this shop called Computer Planet on S.P Road.'</span><br /><br />'Do you think, there's any advantage in taking an original by paying so much more? After all, it's just a cable'!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Yeah, I don't think it matters. In that shop, you should find both original and local. You can check out for yourself'.</span><br /><br />He told me how to reach that other shop. I reached that other shop.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'350 bucks'.</span><br />'No, get me a local one'.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />'This is a local one'</span>.<br />'But I just found out that a JVC orginal cable costs 350 bucks. How can a locally made cable cost the same?<br /><br />'<span style="font-style: italic;">Ok, pay 280 bucks for it'</span>.<br /><br />I had a look a the cable. Black. New. Sealed. A cable is just a cable, I thought. <span style="font-style: italic;">Let me buy it</span>. I browsed my wallet. <span style="font-style: italic;">270 bucks</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">And nine and a half more bucks as coins</span>.<br /><br />'Can you give it to me for 250'?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'No boss'.</span><br /><br />'At least give it to me for 270'.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Rima, make bill for sir'.<br /><br /></span>The bill was a computer print out on an A4 sheet. <span style="font-style: italic;">Total waste of paper!</span> Nevertheless, finally, I was a proud owner of a black cable. But the pride didn't lost long. In fact, it lasted only till I reached home later yesterday evening. The four pin end of the cable that was supposed to go inside the firewire port of my laptop, wouldn't fit properly and hence would go undetected. I tried it a few times and then during one such trial, I kind of applied too much force and that was it. I was done. One of the pins got crushed and lost its alignment. The cable was done. The black new cable. The local cable. I had not bothered to read the bill when at Computer Planet. Sitting on the sofa, I took out the bill lying somewhere inside my bag, unfolded it, and read it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goods once sold will not be taken back or exchanged.</span>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-49034071789474628042007-05-23T10:25:00.001+05:302007-05-23T10:38:50.149+05:30Local Talk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/RlPJml47EjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DikG9N4vf_w/s1600-h/wanted_vatsap_jpeg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_65I6SOpkKeY/RlPJml47EjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DikG9N4vf_w/s400/wanted_vatsap_jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067615670565016114" border="0" /></a><br />You see me standing inside a running local train in Chennai. In this city, people hardly avail the local train services. This was my first and so far the only experience in a local in Chennai.This pic was taken some time back in early May but posting it now 'coz I received it late.<br /><br />I have lived in Mumbai for some time and there's one thing for sure. Inside a Mumbai local, no one thinks about taking pics. Or rather, no one has the time to do so. Mumbai locals are crowded like hell.<br /><br />But tell me, what's the fun of riding a local if you don't have to face a crowded cabin; where you need to struggle to get in, struggle to stand, struggle to get a seat, and struggle hardest to board off? The fact is that in Mumbai, the crowd speaks about the efficiency of the local train service. You have a train every two minutes there. It runs fast and it runs on time. No wonder everyone wants to use it! No wonder everyone uses it!amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-58451132414768433502007-05-22T10:24:00.000+05:302007-05-22T12:25:56.907+05:30A to Z<a href="http://slishacrazy.blogspot.com/2007/05/forever-stands-for-apple.html">Twilight Fairy's post</a> where she jots down the first word that comes to her mind when she thinks of the letters of the English alphabet, made me come up with a similar post.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />A</span>dobe Photoshop<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span>log<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span>offee<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">D</span>ie<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span>xercise<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span>ag<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">G</span>mail<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">H</span>ate<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span>ce<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">J</span>uice<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">K</span>iss<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span>ove<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>a<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">N</span>escafe<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O</span>rkut<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span>rincess<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Q</span>ueer<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span>ich<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span>ex<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>ata<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">V</span>atsap?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span>ork<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">X</span>XX<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span>awn!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Z</span>ero<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >By the way, if you are also a blogger, why don't you go ahead and post your A-Z. Believe me, it's fun. And like me you will end up editing some of the words that actually strike you first! :P So that you appear cooler than you actually are! :P</span>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-16933796209283971432007-05-20T18:02:00.000+05:302007-05-20T18:04:58.075+05:30Let's have what?Let's have sex.<br /><em>No, I am not ready for it.<br /></em><br />As if I am.<br /><em>Then why are you asking for it?<br /></em><br />I wanted to see how you'd react.<br /><em>So I thought. But tell me, What if I had said yes?</em><br /><br />Opportunity doesn't knock your door twice. Bye.<br /><em>Shit.<br /></em><br />....<br /><em>SHIT.</em>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-41512785647422608752007-05-20T18:01:00.000+05:302007-05-20T18:02:39.744+05:30In BangaloreIn Chennai you cannot survive a second without a fan. A running fan. In Bangalore, you can. I realized this on Saturday when there was a powercut the entire day and yet I didn't sweat much. It's sunny but the breeze that blows is cool.<br /><br />The other thing that I have noted about this city is that you will rarely find a State Bank of India branch here. Not that I needed to find one. But I was surprised to observe that in here, what you usually come across are branches with names like the State Bank of Mysore, State Bank of Patiala, State Bank of Travancore, State Bank of Hyderabad and on and on! I am trying to find out how many more such branches with interesting names like these exist. It would be awesome if I could come across a State Bank of Patna. :Damrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-62188763929629600822007-05-20T17:47:00.000+05:302007-05-20T18:00:06.639+05:30Eleven MinutesTo kill the ninety minutes that it takes to reach office, I started reading <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleven_Minutes">'Eleven minutes'</a>. This is a book by Paulo Coelho. I didn't pick it from amongst many. One friend passed it on to me a couple of days back and I decided to keep it for some time.<br /><br />I have read 120 pages of the 275. The book is interesting. The book is about a prostitute. Or rather, the making of a prostitute. The book occasionally talks about love and a couple of sentences did leave a mark. Let me quote something for those who haven't read 'Eleven minutes'.<br /><br /><blockquote><em>In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel.<br /><br />It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone.<br /><br />That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in world without owning it.</em><br /></blockquote>amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-62324055471517608672007-05-18T16:14:00.000+05:302007-05-18T16:48:49.179+05:30Vatsap 5/7 : 1No I wont rank the five posts that I have picked up for this week. It's very stupid to try doing that. In fact I already had a tough time picking these posts from the infinite that I read. Don't really want to put more energy towards ranking them now. Having said that, here I go.<br /><br /><a href="http://shakynirvana.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3-coincidence-exemplified.html">Here</a>, you will find a different yet interesting movie review of Spiderman3 while <a href="http://sudermovies.blogspot.com/2007/05/suderman-comics-sidey-spidey.html">here</a>, you get to see a funny graphic take on the same movie. Moving from funny to something serious, a 'thought provoking' reflection on being a teacher can be found <a href="http://ankitvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-being-teacher.html">here</a>. The remaining two in this week's Vatsap 5/7 are neat, informative posts. <a href="http://geetali.blogspot.com/2007/05/lastfm.html">This</a> introduces a nice site for listening to nice music and <a href="http://gapp.wordpress.com/2007/05/07/24-hours/">this</a> informs you about a flickr game that's on.amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-30175234299047753742007-05-18T10:27:00.000+05:302007-05-18T16:11:31.073+05:30Today is the fourth day to workToday is the fourth day to work. And I have no work. Lucky me?<br /><br />Sometimes, I think I should go and ask for it. Ask someone to give me something to do. But something from deep inside whispers to me (in a low but firm voice) that asking for work myself is a bad idea. A bad, stupid, dumb idea! In fact it isn't even an idea. It's a crime! This thing from deep inside tells me that once real work actually comes my way, I am going to get pretty busy. So till work comes my way, I should enjoy my freedom and chill out.<br /><br />The sad thing is, I am not sure if I really am chilling out!<br /><br />There is this other something (though may be not so deep inside), which keeps reminding me that <span style="font-weight: bold;">it IS a total waste of time to travel for one and a half hours in a non AC bus to reach this AC office and then do nothing</span>. Nothing that can remotely be labeled work! Nothing for eight hours.<br /><br />But 'no work' is what exactly I have been doing since last three days. Today is the fourth. And I am very sure, it's going to be the same. Boredom is creeping in. Slowly. But yes, it is. Afterall, there is a limit to kill time just by being online. Most friends have got work and hence aren't available for chat most of the times. And more so, even when I don't have any work, it some how doesn't feel great to be orkutting and chatting full time. So, I end up reading some infrastructure stuffs which are kinda boring. I mean <span style="font-weight: bold;">reading pages and pages of 'useful' material makes little sense when you have no idea when and where you are going to use them. </span><br /><br />This place, so far appears like a cyber cafe to me. An air conditioned cyber cafe where you are allowed to use your own laptop. A cyber cafe where they serve you hot coffee twice, once at 10AM and then next at 3PM. A cyber cafe where during lunch time, the office boy comes and takes order and then gets you food. <span style="font-weight: bold;">A cyber cafe, where they don't charge you for using net</span>. This IS the most ideal internet center that can possibly exist! And yeah, they of course pay you 12.5k per month for visiting!<br /><br />After a long long time, I really don't feel excited with the fact that I have no work to do. I don't even like blogging so often now. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Best blog comes when you have other very important things to do, but you just don't feel like doing any of them.</span> But when leave alone 'very important things' or even 'important things', you simply don't have 'things' to do, you end up writing a boring blog which still receives comments.:Pamrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10663093.post-58735503975903782432007-05-16T15:12:00.000+05:302007-05-16T15:26:07.833+05:30Reflections on the blogging circuitSome time back, I had decided to regularly update whats up in my <a href="http://amritvatsa.blogspot.com/2007/05/chit-chat-on-blogging-circuit.html">blogging circuit</a>. But now, I feel that this doesn't make much sense. Just because I read infinite blogs doesn't mean that others who are regulars to my site should also read them.<br /><br />The blogging circuit however still makes sense. If only, I cut down on the number of blogs that I promote in my posts. How about five posts per week? Sounds cool?<br /><br />So shall I call it like Vatsap's five favourites for the week? Eh, too long a name! Okay, how about 5/7? Naah, "Vatsap 5/7". Yeah this is good enough (till of course someone comes up with a better name).<br /><br />So here goes the declaration: Vatsap 5/7 shall release every Friday on this site!amrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13580205519666527458noreply@blogger.com0