Web 2.0 song of the year

Pump up your PC volume to max, Enjoy !!

Conventional Wisdom – upside down

Now, you have an official reason to be ‘a late riser’ and, therefore be late at work :-). A Japanese research has proved that “Early rising is not good for the heart“. Don’t you just love these researchers, who spend day and night analysing theories which I believed to be true all along. I wonder what they’ll come up with next : Regular exercise is not good for the muscles.

The Magic Pill

Gym: A place where the probability of the wallet losing weight is more than the wallet holder. Today, I quit my gym. I’m declaring this unabashedly because I’ve realised that I can’t fool myself with the harsh realities of busy life. I simply  cannot find time for the gym. I’ve tried every trick in the GTD book to snatch some time out of my rampant schedule for the gym. But, in between the day job, evening open source projects, socializing and reading sci-fi books, I couldn’t manage to squeeze in time for the fitness drill. Even the weekends turned out to be engaging for most part, with all the work overflowing from the weekdays bowl into the weekends. In these dark times, trying to gym was like balancing a pebble on the spoon held in my mouth, while running a marathon race.

Suddenly, I feel less guilty about the whole “can’t go to the gym” excuse. At least now, my wallet isn’t the only one losing weight. This makes me wonder why did I join the gym in the first place. I’ve realized that there are 2 kinds of people when it comes to eating food. First kind, who never gain a pound, no matter how much they eat. They can hog and hog and hog and not worry about the weighing machine dominating their nightmarish dreams. Then there are the second kinds, who have to just look at the pastry shop and their body fat expands exponentially. Unfortunately, I fall in the second category. So, quitting the gym isn’t the wisest decision I’ve made. But then, there is no point being a member of an elite gym when you’re never going to pay a visit.

This makes me wonder if there is a “Wonder drug”, a slimming pill which’ll take care of all the extra body fat. All you have to do is take a pill in the morning, then you can eat all you’ve wished for, throughout the day without worrying sick about how many calories you’re accumulating. The pill will somehow burn all the extra calories and magically keep you fit and slim, irrespective of your food intake. Now, that would be *invention of the millenium*, I reckon.

My First snowFALL Experience

I woke up to a very chilly morning, today. I was freezing, so I checked my cranky room heater to see if it was working properly. It was. A weird scraping noise, similar to the noise generated when you rub paper on your head, fell on my ears. It seemed to come from outside the window covered by curtains. I moved the window curtain to examine the source of the noise. What I saw next will be etched in my memory forever. I glanced beyond my window to see snow flakes dropping from the sky with delighted harmony, accompanied by gusty, rebellious wind. The entire lane beneath my window and the cars parked nearby were covered with snow. The slanting roof tops, which otherwise do not elicit wonder, looked pristine with all the white colour smeared by millions of snow particles.I dashed through my daily morning activities, dressed up quickly, and stepped outside . I was bursting with excitement to experience my first ever snowfall. On any other day, my routine constitutes of stopping at Reeves for doughnuts, a quick halt at Starbucks to grab my usual dose of caffeine, and then a brisk walk to my office. Today, I was consciously walking slow, relishing the experience of strolling the streets and sidewalks covered with ice; watching the cars muscle their way through the snow; admiring the tiny little birds wrestling the frosty weather to fetch food for their young ones.

I looked around to see if anybody shared my joy, but everybody else looked grumpy and gloomy. They reminded me of the colony of ants who go berserk when someone splashes drops of water on them. Maybe the snow has disrupted their routine, maybe they don’t like the biting weather. I didn’t care. I was joyful in my heart and wanted to express it. I recalled Gene Kelly’s “Dancing in the rain” song, and I mulled over a question, “Why didn’t anybody write a “Dancing in the snow” song ? Hmm..well, I’ll do it. It’ll be history in the making. ” I got carried away by this thought and tried to move my legs to jump like a ballet dancer. Unfortunately, providence had other plans. My left leg slipped awkwardly on the icy surface,I lost my balance on the right leg and began my descent to my right. My reflex action prompted my hands to grab a light pole which was just within my hands reach. I saved myself from falling, but was still holding on to the pole for balance.

A spectator, standing 10 meters away from me, would now see a right angled triangle, wherein I was the hypotenuse, the pole was the perpendicular side and the slippery street was the base. I tried to regain my original balance, before I become the butt of everybody’s geometric humour. I guess, it was too late. I heard a stifled giggle to my left. I turned my head to find 2 school girls smiling at me.

One of them said, “Watch your step, mister, the roads are too slippery”. The tone had a mocking tinge to it.
I could only manage a mumbled, “I know !”.

I went red with embarrassment, though. Now, this claim isn’t entirely true. You see, I cannot possibly go red in the literal sense, considering the fact that my skin colour is wheatish brown. So, let me rephrase that, I went “red+brown” with embarrassment.

As I struggled to break the triangle created by me to save myself from further disgrace, I heard the other girl say to her friend, “Wanna bet…5 bucks, he will fall down !!”

I exclaimed ” Whaa….”, but before I could complete my exclamation, my hands slipped on the wet pole, and my feet went off balance. Needless to say, I fell grandly.Geometrically speaking, the hypotenuse was now parallel to the base.
The two girls bursted out laughing, as if they just saw Charlie Chaplin run with his pants on his head.
I now understood the wisdom of why nobody attempted a “Dancing in the snow” song.

Well, I picked myself up as gracefully as possible and ambled my way to Starbucks, which thankfully was just a few blocks away.

It was indeed my first snowFALL :-> !!!!