dirt spot

change of address

2010-04-19T00:22:00.000-07:00

This blog has a new home now! You can now find dirtspot at http://aloshbennett.in/dirtspot/.

Go on, take a look around my domain, tell me what you liked and what you didn't.

Since dirtspot is more of a personal blog, it wouldn't be linked from the main site. But you know where to look ;-)

~alosh

safety precautions

2009-04-22T22:00:00.000-07:00

what's in a name?

2009-02-28T00:27:00.000-08:00

Moto PEBL

2009-01-31T10:04:00.001-08:00

what the fuck?

2008-12-02T09:33:00.000-08:00

A handful of terrorists holds the country for ransom for three days. How do I feel about it?

thunderbird spellchecker

2008-11-04T07:58:00.000-08:00

How would it be to sent a mail to the manager,

Hi Washerwoman,
....

all that experience

2008-10-22T11:03:00.001-07:00

nothing to kill or die for

2008-10-02T07:42:00.000-07:00

As a child, my mother and I used to walk to our church for the early morning mass. Its fun to wake up early, especially when your mother is as crazy about nature as you are. The walk was pleasant,the church small, and the mass spiritual. I miss those days when God and religion was personal.

Doomsday media

2008-09-10T12:35:00.000-07:00

f**k media

flickr addiction

2008-08-27T10:42:00.000-07:00

Rise up Argentina

2008-08-19T21:38:00.000-07:00

Its a feeling of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. All is not lost. Requilme is back, blending well with the young Argentina side.

I am talking about 3-0 thrashing of Brazil at Olympics semi final. I wish it was at a better stage than Olympics.

Anyways, why does all Argentina Brazil matches have to have a goal difference of 3?

one day at office

2008-06-11T21:21:00.000-07:00

men at work

2008-05-28T12:18:00.000-07:00

Why geeks hate ubuntu

2008-05-13T09:41:00.000-07:00

get ubuntu

Cogito, ergo sum

2008-04-20T08:14:00.001-07:00

Myth Busters: Buddy Manager

2008-03-08T22:01:00.000-08:00

Vista buying guide

2008-02-16T23:14:00.000-08:00

Things to consider when buying Vista.

About my ex PL

2008-01-25T21:05:00.000-08:00

S for Shanmu.

Sun set - An obituary

2007-12-13T21:25:00.000-08:00

In fond remembrance of Skyline and Sterling

Born: 1960s
Demise: Dec-12-2007

You leave behind a void in the heart of Hyderabad. We will miss you dearly.

They are bringing it down to build apartments. Bastards.

Simple joys of life

2007-10-24T22:02:00.001-07:00

Free as in Beer

2007-08-28T08:38:00.000-07:00

Remember all those calls you get?

harry kumbhaar aur murghi ki aagya

2007-07-15T01:43:00.000-07:00

THIS IS A MOVIE REVIEW.

I liked the way the movie started. Dark and eerie. I really liked the starting. In fact, the titles were the best part.

There was this guy sitting in front of me playing this cool game on his mobile. And sucked royally at it! I'm sure I could have played better with one hand tied.

But what happened to the movie? Ohh, the movie! It was plain boring and major pain in the ass.

Sirius Black dies in the end.

Then there's all this boring stuff. Like a confused Harry who keeps asking 'whats wrong with me?' (I say, 'nothing kid, Rowling was the one who's got something wrong')
And a defective bitchy dark arts prof (again?), Harry teaching the kids, Dumbledore vanishing into thin air with his murgi and the climax scene when he reappears from thin air with his murgi when Voldemort is about to perform euthanasia on Harry. Some fireworks and good triumphs over the bad! yey!!

The movie is ended
Thanks be to the Lord

ps: spoiler warning :-)

things you never thought existed outside the corporate world*

2007-06-22T06:44:00.000-07:00

The funny thing about being an aggressive species is you need to be beating the shit out of others even when someones kicking your ass.

why do i think that they would make good managers :-)

* and was too busy with your deadlines

Lost in time

2007-06-11T01:09:00.000-07:00

Today is one of those days when I see if the soap is wet after the shower.. to be sure.

earworm

2006-09-14T11:29:00.000-07:00

My happiness, slowly creeping back..

Caught this earworm few weeks ago and whatever i do, cant get it out :-)

Onashamsakal

2006-09-04T21:21:00.000-07:00

saw this in somebody's scrap book

"niraparayum nilavilakkum, pinne orupidi thumbapoovum.. manasil niracha orupara snehavumayi veendum onam varavayi..."

wish you all a happy onam :-)

Just a passing phase?

2006-09-02T00:10:00.000-07:00

well, to cut a long story short, there came a crossroad of our lives and each one trod his path, not knowing when they will meet, not knowing will they meet at all.

for my part, it's been boring mostly. so i decided to go pro with my photography (but since nobody is willing to pay me for my services yet, i think i'll keep my job of being janitor of software industry for some more time).

got a tripod yesterday, tried nightshots from our terrace till two. not a single good shot!

football is back. but with the greatest invention of the millenium, it shouldnt be too difficult to do all these.

ps: the black golds are dead, me got 6 tigers and a mof (that right, a MoF)

shame shame

2006-08-06T01:38:00.000-07:00

it's sad to see firefox do something like this.

with opera 9 around, they should be busy fixing the long list of issues rather than to get into cheap marketting gmmicks like these..

oye, firefox.. leave that to ie..

Tagged

2006-07-25T23:57:00.000-07:00

"You've been tagged"
"Oh is it? Just wait here, let me grab my flamethrower"

Speaking of which i need to get one for the cockroaches running around. No, Hit doesnt help much.

who moved my bread?

2006-07-13T05:05:00.000-07:00

Its 4:30.

Man, I dont think I'll sleep now.
After tossing and turning I decide to get out of the bed.
mm.. Hungry.

You always find something to eat in the fridge. And there's half a pack of bread.I took a slice and went back to bed.

More tossing and turning.
Shit. I should have had more

Stumbling my way to the fridge,
Funny, I dont remember leaving the kitchen lights on..

What the hell? WHERE'S MY BREAD??

Dixit's sound from kitchen
Kya doond rahe ho? Bread?

As we are working out a deal, enter Balan.
Fridge mein jo bread tha, kahan gaye?

Stop

2006-06-01T22:56:00.000-07:00

i wanna go home
take off this uniform
and leave the show

it's been there for a long time. and then comes the rain.

i want to quit. i want to go home.

to just sit and watch the rain. a steaming glass of kattan chaya. get drenched in the rain. listen to the silence, broken by drops of water falling from the trees. see small streams forming on the muttam.

maybe go to the church with backwaters on it's three sides. to just sit on it's rock walls, beating the water with your legs. poke a stick into one of those small holes on it's shores to see a small crab scambling out.

probably the old thalli tenga tree is still there. making our way thru the chembin kaadu and floating kozhuppas. sitting on the tree, pretending it to be the most comfortable seat.

maybe if i look hard i might be able to find a rusty choonda koluthu and two meters of twain. or i could play football in the fields now knee deep with yesterdays rain.

to see the clouds parting. sun shining on the wet grass blades, more green than ever before.

kulikazhinjeeran maarum varshasandya!

Code Monkey

2006-04-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

Code Monkey get up get coffee
Code Monkey go to job
Code monkey have boring meeting, boring manager Rob
Rob say Code Monkey very diligent
But his output stink
His code not functional or elegant
What do Code Monkey think

Code Monkey think maybe manager wanna write goddamn login page himself
Code Monkey not say it out loud
Code Monkey not crazy just proud
Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
Big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you

Code Monkey hang around at front desk
Tell you sweater look nice
Code Monkey offer buy you soda
Bring you cup bring you ice
You say no thank you for the soda 'cause
Soda make you fat
Anyway you busy with the telephone
No time for chat

Code Monkey have long walk back to cubicle
He sit down pretend to work
Code Monkey not thinking so straight
Code Monkey not feeling so great
Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
Big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you lots

Code Monkey have every reason
To get out this place
Code Monkey just keep on working
See your soft pretty face
Much rather wake up eat a coffee cake
Take bath, take nap
This job fulfilling in creative way
Such a load of crap

Code Monkey think someday he have everything even pretty girl like you
Code Monkey just waiting for now
Code Monkey say someday, somehow
Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you

Courtsey: Jonathan Coulton

and yeah, the mp3 :-)

PS: If you liked what you heard and feel like paying for it, you could do that here.

So you think you can tell

2006-03-20T23:14:00.000-08:00

We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.

My fighter fish decided to end it's life by jumping out of it's bowl.

Later we joked about this having something to do with dixit's return and fed the fighter to the catfish.

OAF#!$ingFramework

2006-03-17T11:09:00.000-08:00

a screwed up classpath and a missing commit.. i call it the brother of all fcukups.. (the other one is assumption, remember?)

it's 12:45 am on a saturday morning and my log messages looks nothing better that "god only knows why am here!"

good day!

Windows Vista

2006-03-01T01:49:00.000-08:00

Microsoft is coming up with Vista in about 7 or 8 flavors with a lot of jazzy looking ui and a new kernel.

How good is it, we need to wait and see. But one thing is sure. It's going to be a really greedy sonovabitch.

A moral obligation

2006-01-25T08:17:00.000-08:00

If you work or live near Madhapur and own a vehicle, then chances are that you would have been to the petrol pump at Madhapur junction. Maybe you also asked for petrol for 200 bucks and the guy at the station filled for just 50. You then had to remind him for the other 150. But then, did he start filling the additional 150 with the counter still at 50?

I wasn't sure the first time, but the second time I caught him.
Cheeky bastard!
I told my friends and they also told me the same.

Now, the guys at the Madhapur petrol pump are a bunch of assholes. And I generally avoid this particular station, but on Sunday morning I was running on reserve and was expecting a long day ahead.

There was this person on a scooter in front of me. He got his fill for 30 bucks and then for another 70 which he didnt notice started from the earlier 30.
(The intersting thing is he keeps the nozzle back on it's holder, but does it without reseting the counter. Not bad.)

My turn.

I ask for 200.The asshole at the station strikes up a conversation about my bike looking dusty.
I respond in a manner which made sure that the chit-chat is dead. He fills me for 50!
Son of a bitch!!
He then starts filling and I am looking at the counter starting again from 50. But this time he took it all the way till 200.

Later while drinking a still-early- morning irani chai, I was thinking about the whole thing and felt bad for just standing there and enjoying the show. Hence this post.

Road No 20, Jubilee Hills

2006-01-18T00:01:00.000-08:00

I was coming out of the airport on a perfect sunday afternoon when a traffic policeman decided to spoil the fun for me.

He asks for my license and registration card and stares at me as if i just broke every law that was ever written. I meekly obliges.

After staring at the papers for some time, all of a sudden he goes
"Good evening sir."
with a broad smile and all.

Then he very politely asks me whether I have my pollution control certs. I didn't. But I had a sticker on the back of my bike. He said that's fine and let me go.

Now, I am lost. It was halfway through the mass when it occured to me..
I had my jubilee hills address on my RC.

MS ostrich trick!!

2006-01-09T01:18:00.000-08:00

After all speed is relative. If linux is equally slower, will that make windows a good os?
Well, that's what miscrosoft says.

look!! I tried running feature packed distros of commercial linux on that pc my grandmother got for her 18th birthday, and know what? It's slow man!!

Shame. Shame.

Peace on earth and mercy mild

2005-12-21T03:43:00.000-08:00

Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in Heavenly peace
Sleep in Heavenly peace

wishing you a merry christmas.

Ride on, and the door will be opened for you

2005-12-13T00:10:00.000-08:00

What do you do when you see a road block is open in front of you? You ride through? Wrong!
You wait for the damn thing to come down and open again!!
Because, this ain't no ordinary road block. It's automatic and it's stupid like everything else in the new campus.

If you decide to ride through, like I did, and just when you are a few feet away from it, the block comes down!

Now, what do you do when you are going pretty fast through an open gate and suddenly it closes really fast on you? You brake like mad? Wrong! You should know that the gate is supposed to open again!!

Disc brakes. Smooth floor. Heavy bike. Me underneath.

The guard walks up and says, "Ride on, and the door will be opened for you".

Someday I will get a truck and run down those gates. Stupid automatic road blocks.

lot of things

2005-12-03T02:27:00.000-08:00

been working mainly.. infact did more work in the last 2 weeks than what i've done over the past two years..
christmas is coming :-)
i been thinking to take a week long leave. but then there is more work to be done. walking out of my manager's cabin, i felt really disappointed at the 2 day leave i got.

"i never faced such a situation where i had to turn somebody's vacation plan's. feels really bad."
"yeah.. it's the first time for me too.. usually i go for a week or two"

firefox-1.5 is out.. been there for sometime now..
comes with a bunch of nice feautres like
1. reordering of browser tabs. useful if you are use a lot of CTRL+TAB.
2. css3 support
3. in built svg support. no need of adobe plugin anymore :-). but it is almost in it's infant state..

i've been actually waiting for ubuntu breezy to update their repositories with firefox 1.5 which never happened. you could either install 1.5 as a seperate installation or overwrite 1.0.7 without breaking any dependency. to do the later follow the link :-)

what a loo!!

2005-11-19T04:56:00.000-08:00

it's been almost a week in the new building and am hating it. i think they designed it with just one thing in mind - symmetry. and boy, what a job they have done at that!

on returning from pantry with a cup of tea, "shit, where did my comp go??". "hmm, i'm lost again."
and yeah, the pantry. people should understand that tea break is not just about the tea.

and then there is this loo. you seen the loos in those western movies with a short door so that you know whether a stall is occupied by seeing the pulled down pants and a pair of shoes? this loo is kinda like that. but then, YOU DONT HAVE FLOOR WHICH LOOK LIKE A MIRROR YOU IDIOTS!!

Wanted

2005-10-24T00:21:00.000-07:00

a tarantula. been to many places in hyderabad trying to get one.. tried e-bay, but would prefer to get them in india.

Saw Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. What a movie!! Apart from that, got 2 smaller fishes for fighter to chew upon, but they seems to have agreed upon peace.

That's one down

2005-10-03T01:47:00.000-07:00

For a really really long time (seriously, very long time) i wanted to get a fish bowl and a pair of black golds. Not fish tank or any other fish, but a fish bowl and two black golds.
Did that this weekend :-).
(There is a fighter too as a sidekick.)

Next, need to buy a merc (i'll skip dobermann for the time being).

Happy Onam

2005-09-15T00:28:00.000-07:00

maveli naadu vanidum kalam
manushyarellarum onnu pole
aamodathode vasikkum kalam
aapathengarkkumottillathanum
kallavumilla chathiyumilla
ellolamilla polivachanam
kallaparayum cherunazhiyum
kallatharangal mattonnumilla

Of travel, rain and pav bhajis

2005-09-13T06:50:00.000-07:00

Hyderabad -> Pune -> Panvel -> Colaba -> Dadar -> Pune -> Hinjewadi -> Pune -> Panvel -> Pune -> Hinjewadi -> Pune -> Hyderabad.

1. Hyderabad -> Pune
Found out that chicken could indeed taste so bad, and yet cost a lot.

2. Pune -> Panvel
Expressway. Reached 2 hours earlier than expected.
Wow, now I'll have to wait 5 hours for the train to reach.
"What is the status of Netravathi Express?"
"We have no information. The train is missing."
Stupid rain.

3. Colaba
What a place!! Amazing!! Superb!!
"You see those flats over there"
"Those oval shaped ones? Yeah.."
"Each cost around 32-45.."
"Reasonable.."
"...crores."
"Ohh!! I see.."

Fish curry and beef!! While I am hogging away oblivious to all the stunned faces around me..
"You seems to be really hungry."
"Yeah.. Didnt have lunch."

4. Dadar to Pune
More of express highway!! Hills, mist, rain, waterfalls..
"I thought we were on a sight seeing trip!"

5. Pune
Bad roads + Rain = Dirty

6. Panvel to Pune
That's easy. Walk to the edge of expressway and flag down a bus of your choice. It's raining, alright. Watched Dus.. Again.

7. Pune to Hyderabad
APSTRC bus.. late.. more waiting.. yeah, it's still raining..
TV not working
Thank God. Finally some ZZZZ...

Oh yeah, ate lots of pav bhajis too :-)

messed up

2005-08-23T23:51:00.000-07:00

really confused. so confused that i'm not sure if i was ever so confused in my life.
and advice means asking for opinion till somebody tells me what i wanted to hear.

"time will straighten things up".. actually, it doesnt.

life is a spaghetti ball with many loose ends growing more of them. got to go. got to set things right.

--confused

Funny SMS - II

2005-08-04T02:51:00.000-07:00

Got another sms with sender's name this time.
To guess it would actually have been a sitter :-)

Funny SMS

2005-08-04T02:19:00.000-07:00

Got an sms from an unknown number saying "this is my new no."
waiting for the rest of the message :-)

Job Titles

2005-07-16T08:01:00.000-07:00

After spending almost 2 years here, i might get a new job title.. i might find an "Associate" in front of my current post. Cool!! after layoffs, it's time for demotions :-)
soon application engineers will come in the flavours of Associate, '', Senior, Principal, etc.. etc..
if i'd my way, i would have prefered quake names :D.. Check this out..
Skilled Apps Engg
Combat Apps Engg
Warrior Apps Engg
Veteran Apps Engg
Master Apps Engg and
Elite Apps Engg

Other suggestions were Rookie, .., Supreme, God
and yeah, Alampana, Jillelaahi, Noor E Alam series could also be condidered.

Figo to play for the reds (?)

2005-07-11T04:09:00.000-07:00

this is AWESOME..
still waiting with crossed fingers for the transfer to get complete..

news from anfield

argentina.. argentina..

2005-06-29T01:34:00.000-07:00

big night tonight when argentina takes on brazil and will win the confederations cup :-)
sure will be tough without saviola.. but it should be argentia all the way.

and as an apetizer there is germany mexico also

bliss

2005-06-11T06:22:00.000-07:00

Recently came across interesting stuff about the not-so-recent linux virus bliss. It was mainly an article about why there aren't many linux worms and then how this person wrote bliss to prove that it's possible theoretically.

The best part about the virus is it keeps a log of it's activities in /tmp/.bliss and you could disinfect your pc (well, almost) by running bliss with --bliss-uninfect-files-please option.

Also the guy had posted the bin file (with it's bits swapped + uuencoded + rot 13'd)!! ppl with disposable machines cud try it out as root ;-)

and yeah, the part i liked the best..

If there are any bugs noticed in this version, I'll release fixes, and maybe some minor new features, within a few days (after I run some proper tests).

and lot more football

2005-05-29T23:37:00.000-07:00

It seems i'm jinxed when it comes to watching live matches.. was all geared up to watch liverpool milan match.. and 17 minutes into the play, cable goes off..
had to be content with defered live.. but it isnt even half the fun once you know the score.. but yeah, felt a little bad for shevchenko.

we are having a 5-a-side coming up next month.. started practice from today morning :-)

You'll Never Walk Alone

2005-05-05T00:51:00.000-07:00

What side could beat a good side like Chelsea? A better one!
Anfield is were history is made! Liverpool looks good! And seeing the crowd at Anfield, there's no doubt that with liverpool, you'll Never Walk Alone.

One word describes it all - RED.

When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone.......
You'll never walk alone.

Ubuntu

2005-04-23T07:57:00.000-07:00

Been thinking about it for sometime. Mappan got a shipment of 64 Ubuntu installations last week and that pushed me over. Switched to Ubuntu.
Had a small trouble with the video memory and needed to get BIOS password for that. Tried a number of tools to crack the BIOS password and came accross one which gives the entire dump of the BIOS!

1. Start with Ubuntu installion as Ganguly enters the pitch!
2. Your system would be up and running by the time captian is back in the pavillion.. Thats pretty fast!

Keep running..

2005-04-10T07:18:00.000-07:00

The movie is about a girl running for almost 80 mins of it's length. So what could be interesting about it? Hell, a thousand things!!
Nice photography like Amelie's + nice music. Leaves you feeling good in the end. Right up there with Life's Beautiful and Amelie and Hero.

Fragged in mid air

2005-03-10T03:53:00.000-08:00

From Xaero to zero, doesnt take much time... Came across this link and felt like being at the recieving end of a rail. But i'm not sure if the tricks discussed can be done in standard maps and mods. But anyways, from bunny hopping to strafe jumping is indeed a giant step.

Tried DemoShowCreator 1.32 to view the demos. But it doesnt recognize the demo files i've downloaded. Help!!

Music to match the mood: Iron Maiden - Best of the beast

One more reason why Quake rules

2005-02-11T03:36:00.000-08:00

Being a frag-head, I went to one of those forums by UT fans comparing UT with Quake. Every single thread had the same conclusion, "Though Q3 kicked ass all this time, UT 2004 is pretty good". I can personally give a hundred reasons why quake is the ultimate FPS, this one is simply marvellous.

Check out how quake engine computes 1/sqrt(x)!!

float invSqrt(float x)
{
float xhalf = 0.5f*x;
int i = *(int*)&x;
i = 0x5f3759df - (i>>1);
x = *(float*)&i;
x = x*(1.5f-xhalf*x*x);
return x;
}

The method is around 4 times faster than a call to sqrt() from C library with a very small compromise on precision which is ok for all practical purposes.

The code works using Newton's root finding method:
y_n+1 = y_n - f(y_n)/f'(y_n)
which is the code x = x*(1.5f-xhalf*x*x);

y_n+1 is the (n+1)^th root
y_n is the n^th root

i = 0x5f3759df - (i>>1) is the n^th root.

Cudnt quite understand how the got the magic number. The float to interger conversion is to get the exponent of the float number. The complete details regarding this can be found here.

Nice bit hack! Plus some nice math!!No wonder why Q3 performs well even on 64 mb 733 hz Celeron!!!
John Carmack is God.. is Xaero..

Message for UT

Never keep good things for later

2005-01-28T06:51:00.000-08:00

Saw Mughal-e-Azam last weekend. The movie was superb with excellent dialogues and some real good songs. By the time I came out of the theatre, it was one of my favourite movies and Lata Mangeshkar my favourite singer. I planned this post on monday, but kept it for later.

Tuesday was completely different. Came back from lunch to find out that one of my team mates got sacked and was already asked to leave. Just as this was sinking in, another was sacked.

What a relief wednesday was a holiday and didnt had to go to office.

But Thursday started badly again. Five from hq were fired. The place was worse than a morgue.

And today, day started with the president going public saying "We thought we were done. But we are not exactly done. We are done with the begining".

Finally, some good news came in the evening. Those who got fired managed to get job already. And I thought I'll post about my new found favourite movie.. :-)

What if i get fired? well, right now i really dont care..

For all Pink Floyd fans

2005-01-13T06:45:00.000-08:00

Came across this really nice article or rather a short biography about Pink Floyd. It says how Q magazine rated Floyd as the no. 1 band of all times. Also, there were some really interesting information like Syd Barrett is the only member from the band who made to the 100 greatest musical icons of all times - this inspite of being kicked out of the band after the very first album piper at the gates of dawn. There's a hell lot of information, it's impossible to put it in.

http://www.musicianforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=286205

orkut sucks - under construction

2004-12-29T06:22:00.000-08:00

joined orkut couplof days ago. well, orkut sucks big time.. planned this post on the very same day i joined orkut but then for a change got loads of work. so will complete it over a period of time. everytime i have a doubt abt it, i just open the site and there it is - ORKUT SUCKS! the idea.. the look and feel.. the smell.. Everything!!!

for a start check out the error message i got:
Bad bad server.. no donuts for you
reminds me of what fred durst suggests abt the cookie in the Nookie..

please send me ur suggestions, views on why orkut sucks big time.

Busa - Back with a Bang!

2004-12-29T05:51:00.000-08:00

Had heard sometime back that commercial production of busa and ninja zx12r is stopping cos these babies are too dangerous on the roads.. but just now came to know that Busa is coming with a 2005 LE. Not much of change though.. Must be that it's difficult to better the best..

Darwin Awards

2004-12-09T02:57:00.000-08:00

Encouraged by my worklessness, I decided to do a small research on the Darwin Awards.

The Darwin Awards commemorate the remains of individuals who contribute to the improvement of our gene pool by removing themselves from it in really stupid ways.

It sounded catchy, so happened to browse through couplof entries. Most of them were funny. That is unitl i came upon an entry wherin a girl was trampled to death under the horse she was trying to ride. Found it more sickening than funny. Read through some of the 'Readers Comments' , made by people who consider themselves as children of better god. The comments varied from 'maybe the horse had more sense than the girl' to 'thanks to the horse, we are now a better race'.

Sick bastards. How i wish these assholes get into something like this. Will truly enjoy when i get to read about the tragic death of those sonofbitches in that site.

Project IGI

2004-12-08T23:31:00.000-08:00

After a days idleness, was playing project igi when couple of friends came along and one of them gave his usual pervert comment and soon we were discussing the ai of the game. The other said the enemy soldiers ought be shot dead cos they seemed to be stupid. Thus it all started ( me trying to ignore them and try to get past one sonovabitch who shot me again)..

The pervert: some comment which included naked soldiers

The karate kid: It seems everybody passing out from certain institutions.. some really nice discussion which included bovines also.. Finally it comes to Darwin awards.. There's this award called darwin awards thats given to people who better the gene pool by eliminating themselves and so help evolution.

The karate kid continues with some examples
There was this couple who were making out in the forest when lightning stuck the guys ass and since the contraceptive was the only resistance in the path of flow of electrons from the guys ass to the ground, it melts. Now do to the shock of all thats going on, the female dies and now the guy is stuck onto the carcass. As if this is not enough a bear comes along and the guy pretends dead. Since his acting was more convincing than the real stuff, the bear starts eating the female and (probably its the taste or something) then goes for the guy's neck.. he somehow manages to escape the bear and is further rescued by girl scouts..

by now am really struggling to keep my mind on the game.. god i wish i had ear flaps..

The karate kid: But this is nothing compared to the other guy who wanted to go para gliding but didnt have the money.. so he decides to tie 300 helium balloons to his chair and be air borne.. but then he started rising so fast that he goes real high where upon he's about to be hit by a plane.. The guy acts fast and cuts all the balloons lose only to discover that theres something called gravity which started acting upon him. And he falls and dies..

i couldnt help it. i hit Esc and click on 'quit to main menu'. Pervert is also standing beside me with a poker face not knowing how to react.
God, gene pool would be much much better off without his genes going into it.

with due apologies to karate kid.. no offense meant, take none... guys, this was the best laugh i had in couplof days

more football

2004-12-02T04:32:00.000-08:00

it all started with dude coming to my shit hole (cubicle) telling that he needs to get a pair of boots immediately.. i politely asked him to get lost, but he got his boots anyways.. we then, dispite of the cold weather, went to play next morning.. but dude kept on falling... it's like his beer belly has seriously altered his centre of gravity..
but man, that was fun!!! today, a chai wala also set up his stall right next to the ground..

Pink Floyd and football

2004-12-02T02:58:00.000-08:00

Last week had one leg of the kingfisher league and our team kicked ass. Had loads of fun though i had to see the game from the sideline :-(.. the scores looked like that of a game of rugby :D..
went to escape after that.. they had a special show on the floyds.. awesome.. also there was a special appearance by mark knopfler doing comfortably numb.. but no match for the gods..
the ambience was also cool with black lighting. felt like buffalo bill in his basement :-)

Wake Up!!

2004-11-18T19:48:00.000-08:00

Bad day! Started off by getting up early morning and reaching office good three hours earlier than usual for a presentation. Then to be told that the shit is getting postponed!!

so to make up listened to audioslave - cochise.. You know what? i want zach back.. it isnt the same thing without him.. ratm rocked..

infact, cochise takes off quite similar to degeneration, but no zach, no zing!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow.

vicious circle? mercy killing?

2004-11-09T02:33:00.000-08:00

Boring days.. Nothing is happening.. Went to couplof my friend's blogs.. All stagnant (except for one which has this discussion abt female nudity going on).

But without updates a blog dies.. And spilling out bullshit for the sake of it kills..

Oye, what am i gonna do??

From Afro Celt to RATM

2004-10-20T02:25:00.000-07:00

today morning, my friend called me up to tell about the uncanny resemblence of Afro Celt's Eireann to a pretty famous hindi song.. for a person who doesnt understand hindi, both would sound the same.. i told him about Deep Forest and Gupt. and yeah, there was this hip tamil number by ar rahman which sounded like Deep Forest's Night Bird. What the hell, Rahman's Boyz track has beats from Eminem's without me and then there this hindi number which was inspired by RATM's sleep in fire...

this should be no big deal considering the fact that early morning i got to listen to gult version of this famous malayalam by this 'gifted' singer..

lejjavathiye, ninte kalla kada kannil...

I always said the pantry is crowded..

2004-10-15T02:43:00.000-07:00

what to say more? shit happens.. and to know how it happened, ask balan.
and when you come to think of it, you were the one to put the rake there deliberately..
when miss.x joined few months ago, i knew she was a mallu. and i told these guys that there is a new mallu, but i wont tell which one.. i was waiting for the shit to happen.
I always said the pantry is crowded.

The Honda Pulsar

2004-10-15T01:57:00.000-07:00

Yeah.. that's right.. when bajaj introduced pulsar, i was so excited about it indegenous and original design.. the pulsar look was, and still after two years is, the best design on the indian roads..
and was so original until recently i came across this honda hornet 600..

but then, originality is how well you conceal your source.. and genius is how good your source is..

The Hayabusa GSX 1300R

2004-10-13T23:36:00.000-07:00

There are few things I am acutely interested in, moderately knowledgeable about, and innocently eager to share.. One of them is the Busa..
The 1300 cc beast which generates 150+ at wheels and 170+ at crank.. and yeah, with turbo, this baby flies at 222mph..
Who need wings to fly?

Suddenly everything else looks like prey.

Some good links
Home
Specs
Videos
Pics? Search google :-)

Time - Dark Side of the Moon

2004-08-20T03:39:00.000-07:00

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

--Pink Floyd is the best

Kurt Cobain suicide note

2004-06-18T07:29:00.000-07:00

To Boddah:
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community had proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

For example, when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begin, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.

Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too ****ing sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much, I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy,

Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I love you, I love you!

I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame

-- All Apologies

This is your life - Fight Club

2004-06-18T07:19:00.000-07:00

And you open the door and you step inside
Where inside our hearts

Now imagine that your pain is a white ball of healing light
That's right-your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light

I don't think so

This is your life Good to the last drop
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar This isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now You can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
Its only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything
Nothing is static Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart

This is your life(4)
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life(4)
And its ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet

You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grand latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless.

I say never let me be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.

This is your life(4)
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life(4)
And its ending one minute at a time

You have to give up
You have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can(2)
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

--Tylor Durden

Fight club - the return of calvin and hobbes

2004-06-18T06:45:00.000-07:00

Though i had watched fight club a number of times, it never occured to me that the protagonist in fight club could be calvin and that hobbes could be tylor, the almighty. That is, until a friend told me. Initially i just wrote it off as a result of a wierd mind and some wierd imaginations, all blown up exaggerations. Later i liked the idea, "why not? ". Won't cartoon characters ever grow up?
Just for the sake of argument consider this:

Calvin, the lonely kid grows up and put his imaginary friend behind him to be the main charchter of the story.
Picture this: a hyper, self-absorbed child initially concocts an imaginary friend as the ideal playmate, to whom more realistic qualities soon become attributed. This phantasm becomes a completely separate personality, with his own likes, dislikes, and temperament—and the imaginer and the imagined clash and argue constantly, though remaining fast friends. This pattern continues to the point where the child begins to perceive what was originally mere fantasy to be reality.

Hobbes, calvin's almighty returns as Tylor, the ideal to our hero.
Just as Calvin has an imaginary jungle-animal friend named Hobbes, whom everyone else believes to be nothing but a stuffed toy, "Jack" in Fight Club has an imaginary cool-guy friend named Tyler, whom no one but Jack can see.

There is Marla to fill in for susie.
Somewhere between the end of high school and beginning of college, uptight, grade-obsessed Susie Derkins lost her way. The pressure to get good grades, the pressure to succeed, simply became too much for her, and she snapped.

The extras.
Robert "Moe" Paulson, Calvin’s grade-school bully, becomes a six-time weight-lifting champion, and somewhere along the line develops large man-boobs as a result of testicular cancer.

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This is your life Good to the last drop
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time

We didn't start the fire

2004-06-17T00:39:00.000-07:00

was listening to billy joel and decided to do a little research on this song.. got something really interesting.. that's the lyrics posted below.

Billy Joel
We Didn't Start the Fire
1949
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray,South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe Dimaggio,

1950
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television, North Korea, South
Korea,Marilyn Monroe,

1951
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb,Sugar Ray, Panmunjom,Brando, The King and I and The Catcher in the Rye

1952
Eisenhower, Vaccine,England's got a new Queen,Marciano, Liberace,Santayana good-bye .

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning,
Since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire
Well we didn't light it,
But we tried to fight it.

1953
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov,Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist bloc,

1954
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Tosconini, Dacron, Dien Bien Phu falls, Rock Around the Clock,

1955
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team, Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland,

1956
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev, Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez.

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning,
Since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire
Well we didn't light it,
But we tried to fight it.

1957
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac, Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge on the River Kwai,

1958
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball,Starkweather homicide, Children of Thalidomide,

1959
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia, Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no go,

1960
U-2, Syngman Rhee, Payola, and Kennedy, Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo.

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning,
Since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire
Well we didn't light it,
But we tried to fight it.

1961
Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land, Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs Invasion,

1962
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania, Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson, Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex, JFK blown away, What else do I have to say?

CHORUS
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning,
Since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire
Well we didn't light it,
But we tried to fight it.

1964 to 1989
Birth control, Ho Chi-Minh, Richard Nixon back again, Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate,Punk Rock, Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airlines Ayatollahs in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan, Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, Heavy metal, Suicide, Foreign debts, Homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz, Hypodermics on the shore, China's Under Martial Law, Rock and Roller Cola Wars, I can't take it any more!

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning,
Since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
It will still burn on and on and on and on.....
CHORUS

more about elizabeth bathory

2004-06-17T00:29:00.000-07:00

Countess of Transylvania, vampire: Born 1560/61; died, August 21, 1614.

In order to improve her complexion and also to maintain her failing grasp on her youth and vitality, she slaughtered six hundred innocent young women from her tiny mountain principality...

The noble Báthory family stemmed from the Hun Gutkeled clan which held power in broad areas of east central Europe (in those places now known as Poland, Hungary, Slovakia, and Romania), and had emerged to assume a role of relative eminence by the first half of the 13th century. Abandoning their tribal roots, they assumed the name of one of their estates (Bátor meaning 'valiant') as a family name. Their power rose to reach a zenith by the mid 16th century, but declined and faded to die out completely by 1658. Great kings, princes, members of the judiciary, as well as holders of ecclesiastical and civil posts were among the ranks of the Báthorys.

Adopting an exalted name did not alter some basic familial preferences among lesser lights however, and in order to consolidate more tenuous clingings to influence there was considerable intermarriage amongst the Báthory family, with some of the usual problems of this practice produced as a result. Unfortunately, beyond the 'usual problems' some extraordinary difficulties arose (namely hideous psychoses) and several "evil geniuses" appeared, the notorious and sadistic Erzsébet the most prominent of them.

Truly, she was evil enough to be recognized as one of the original "vampires" who later inspired Bram Stoker to write the legend of Dracula -- but unlike Stoker's story, she was real.

Unusual for one of her social status, she was a fit and active child. Raised as Magyar royalty, as a young maid she was quite beautiful; delicate in her features, slender of build, tall for the time, but her personality did not attain the same measure of fortuitous development. In her own opinion her most outstanding feature was her often commented upon gloriously creamy complexion. Although others were not really so equally impressed with the quality of her rather ordinary skin, they offered copious praise if they knew what was good for them, as Erzsébet did not accept unenthusiastic half-measures of adulation; and she was vindictive.

She was only 15 when she was 'married off' for political gain and position to a rough soldier of (nevertheless) aristocratic stock and manner. By reason of the marriage, she became the lady of the Castle of Csejthe, his home, situated deep in the Carpathian mountains of what is now central Romania, but which then was known only as Transylvania. Located near no exciting urban center, the castle was surrounded by a village of simple peasants and rolling agricultural lands, interspersed with the jagged outcroppings of the frozen Carpathians.

While the picturesque setting embraced a bucolic tapestry of ideal small fields, meandering stone walls, quaint cottages, a few satisfied brown cows, and goats with tinkling bells about their necks scampering amongst the chickens, life here was uneventful. The castle was typical for its day and place: cold, dun, gloomy, damp, dark; unlike the cozy thatched houses of the peasants below.

While her husband was pursuing his passion, the soldier business, and off on various campaigns, for Elizabeth -- who did not wish to amuse herself in the out-of-doors where those loutish peons were grubbing in the mud -- life became poundingly boring in very short order. Being an energetic teenager, although one with a view and experience of life which was 'special,' she set about finding novel amusements to occupy her days.

Her tastes were of a certain slant, and consequently she began to gather about herself (as her ample financial resources readily accommodated) persons of peculiar and sinister arts. These she welcomed into her presence, affording them commodious lodging and lavish attention to each of their most singular needs and interests. Among them were those who claimed to be witches, sorcerers, seers, wizards, alchemists, and others who practiced the most depraved deeds in league with the Devil and too painful to mention even in a story such as this. They taught her their crafts in intimate detail and she was enthralled. But learning such unspeakable things was not enough.

War in the 16th century was a brutal affair. While fashionably fighting the Turks and attempting to gain information from prisoners captured, her husband employed a horrid device of torture: clever articulated claw-like pincers, fashioned of hardened silver; which, when fastened to a stout whip would tear and rip the flesh to such an obscene degree that even he, a cruel man, abandoned the apparatus in disgust and left it at the castle as he departed on yet another heroic foray.

Elizabeth was not alone in her 'unusual' interests. Aware of Elizabeth's complex preoccupations, and amused by them, her aunt had introduced her also to the pleasures of flagellation (enacted upon desolate others of course), a taste Elizabeth quickly acquired. Equipped with her husband's heinous silver claws, she generously indulged herself, whiling away many lonely hours at the expense of forlorn Slav debtors from her own dungeons. The more shrill their screams and the more copious the blood, the more exquisite and orgasmic her amusement. She preferred to whip her 'subjects' on the front of their nude bodies rather than their backs, not only for the increased damage potential, but so that she could gleefully watch their faces contort in horror at their most grim and burning fate.

Her husband died in 1604 (some say 1602) of stab wounds imposed on him by a harlot in Bucharest whom he had not paid, and Elizabeth immediately dreamed of a lover to replace him, since she never cared for him in the first place -- so much for her mourning. However, the mirror showed her that her prurient indulgences, as well as time, had taken their toll on her appearance. Her 'angelic' complexion had long since faded to something less than perfection; she had reached 43. Her desire for a lover did not fade; she raged deep within, cursing time.

Such a simple interest as a new husband was not to rule the day, it was merely a detail. With the demise of her husband, prowling highly placed men began to smell a ripe opportunity to seize the power and influence encapsulated in the Báthory name; likely by acquiring her and then eliminating her. As well, she was next in line to become King of Poland, and she wanted the job. This seeming anomaly was possible within the governing constructs of the time, and the office of queen held no political weight. At the same time, she was educated beyond all those around her, reading and writing four languages while the prince of Transylvania was an illiterate boor (who bathed regularly -- every year on his birthday).

Maintaining her youth and vitality became central to this developing plot; the absolute divine right to power she understood was hers to keep and protect would be essential to the attainment of all that she sought. Vanity, sexual desire, drive for political power all were seamlessly blended into a central primordial passion. If she lost her youth, she could forfeit all.

Her mood deteriorated markedly and one day, as she viciously struck a servant girl for a minor oversight, she drew blood when her pointed nails raked the girl's cheek. The wound was serious enough that some of the blood got onto Elizabeth's skin. Later, Elizabeth was quite sure that that part of her own body - where the girl's blood had dropped - looked fresher somehow; younger, brighter and more pliant.

Immediately she consulted her alchemists for their opinion on the phenomenon. They, of course, were enjoying her hospitality and did not wish to disappoint, so, fortunately, they did recall a case many many years before and in a distant place where the blood of a young virgin had caused a similar effect on an aged (but generous) personage of nobility and good grace.

With such clear evidence at hand, Elizabeth was convinced that here was a brilliant discovery; a method to restore and preserve her youthful glow forever, or at least until she got what she wanted. The advice of her 'beauty consultant,' a woman named Katarina, concurred that her clever realization was most surely sound.

Elizabeth reasoned that if a little was good, then a lot would be better: she firmly believed that if she bathed in the blood of young virgins -- and in the case of especially pretty ones, drank it -- she would be gloriously beautiful and strong once again.

For years, Elizabeth's trusted helper in her various secret pleasures had been Dorotta Szentes. Now with her, and other 'witches' to help carry the load, Elizabeth roamed the countryside by night, hunting for suitable virginal girls as raw material for her difficult quest.

When back in the castle, each batch of young girls would be hung, alive and naked, upside-down by chains wrapped around their ankles. Their throats would be slit and all of their blood drained for Elizabeth's bath, to be taken while the heat of their young bodies still remained in the thickening and sticky crimson pool.

And every now and then, a really lovely young girl would be obtained. As a special treat, Elizabeth would drink the child's blood: at first from a golden flask, but later, as her taste for it increased, directly from the stream, as the writhing and whimpering body hung from the rafters, turning pale.

Although she had held off her political foes, after five years of this enterprise Elizabeth at last began to realize that the blood of peasant girls was having little effect on the quality of her skin. Obviously such blood was defective and better blood was required.

In early 17th century Transylvania, parents of substantial position wished their daughters to be educated in the appropriate social graces and etiquettes, so that they might gain the 'right' connections when ripe. Here was an opportunity.

In 1609, Elizabeth established an academy in the castle, offering to take 25 girls at a time from proper families, and to correctly finish their educations. Indeed, their educations were finished.

Assisted by Dorotta Szentes (known also by the graceful diminutive "Dorka") these poor students were consumed in exactly the same beastly fashion as the anguished peasant girls who preceded them. This was too easy, and Elizabeth became careless in her actions for the first time in her dreadful career. During a frenzy of lust, four drained bodies were thrown off the walls of the castle.

The error was realized too late, for villagers had already seen, collected, and begun to identify the girls. The disappearance of all those young women began to be solved; the secret was finished.

Word of this horror spread rapidly and soon reached the Hungarian Emperor, Matthias II, who immediately ordered that the Countess be placed on public trial. But, her aristocratic status did not allow that she be arrested. Parliament at once passed a new Act to reverse this privilege of station (lest she slip from their hands) and Elizabeth was brought before a formal hearing in 1610. Interestingly, no authority seemed inclined to offer any form of attention to these matters when merely peasant girls had been the subject of Elizabeth's blood-letting for five years previous.

By the final count, 600 girls had vanished; Elizabeth admitted nothing. Dorka and her witches were burned alive, but the Countess, by reason of her noble birth, could not be executed. Katarina was somehow seen as another victim, and was set free.

So, Elizabeth was damned to a death while alive. Sealed into a tiny closet of her castle -- and never let out -- she died four years later.

Elizabeth did not ever utter even a single word of regret, or remorse.

A note of interest: When Elizabeth was 25 years old, Stephan Báthory (a prince of Transylvania and her uncle) was elected King of Poland.

The last regularly scheduled trans-Atlantic passenger ocean liner ship in operation was named the "Stephan Batory" (a typical spelling variation.) It ceased operation in 1991, and its ports of call were Gdansk, Poland, and Montréal.

WHAT A BITCH!!

thirteen autumns and a widow

2004-06-17T00:27:00.000-07:00

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory

Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth

She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed...
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhored
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord

"I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With Him undead for three long nights"

Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to Her door
Tombed Her soul with such stone
For She swore the Priest sighed
When She knelt down to atone...

She feared the light
So when She fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When Her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white....

The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
The She kissed the Devil's phallus
By Her own decree...

So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between Her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the Sorceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair

Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared Her
In even darker themes

"Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again"

And under lacerations of dawn She returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as She rode
Through mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows

She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...

---- Cradle of Filth

And the geeks shall inherit the earth

2004-06-14T08:16:00.000-07:00

went to bank yesterday and there was this asshole filling out a form.. in between he stopped to ask the lady at the counter "should i click these checkboxes?"
yes, you son of cyber sex, you are supposed to send this form to the lady as an attachment..

Not working... What is not working?

2004-06-14T08:12:00.000-07:00

just went to pee after a cup of black coffee... someone has put up a post on top of the urinal saying "not working".. why, if you try to pee, your piss won't come???

ee pantriyodum vida

2004-06-13T23:18:00.000-07:00

so, today this stupid fellow in our office is leaving.. the guy would miss pantry more than anything else(after money, ofcourse).
let me tell you something about this pile of shit..
ever heard of this joke about work stations??
bus stations is a place where bus stops.. so is a train station.. so thinking in this line, what is a work station??
and the reason for the existence of this joke is standing next to me grinning broadly at people, trying to remind them that he is leaving today...
as soon as we come to office planning to do something productive for the company, this fellow comes running and makes sure all of us accompany him to the pantry.. but it doesn't stop there..
well, just realised.. am not doing any productive work right now, because i'm making this dumb entry on request of this dumb scum who anyways would be leaving soon.. adios asshole..

passwords

2004-06-10T09:15:00.000-07:00

try this as a password :
justfuckoffbehnchod
the best one i came upon till now :D
and yes, there's always the legendary
"laal gulab.."

some cool links

2004-06-10T07:06:00.000-07:00

this fello is one son of a gun... check out this link
Maddox

and also Bored at Work

and if you feel like kicking some ass and won't mind help at it Insult Monger.. (i warn you, don't ever try to use it against me.. i got some links which you 're better off not knowing!)

and some film reviews Metaphilm

Statutory Warning

2004-06-10T03:19:00.000-07:00

ideas and views expressed in this blog are mine and disagreeing with them could be injurious to health

check it out

2004-06-10T03:09:00.000-07:00

all ya fuckers... check it out