High on Life

Blank Noise

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 11:20:39 PST

A half-lit joint
A glass of whiskey spilling away
The fractured shoulder
Pink Floyd playing through the earphones

Strong on the outside
Fragile like glass on the inside
And confused somewhere in the middle

The questions don't seem to end
The answers seem very hard to come by
Status Quo reinforced

A monologue with oneself?
Or, a dialogue with the other half?
Silence and cacophony intermingle
Blank Noise

Nightmares and Scars

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 14:01:37 PDT

They beat him up to pulp in the alley,
A broken jaw and a blackened eye.
He got up somehow...
and ran for his life.

As he entered the dark hallway,
He saw his image in the wall at the end.
It was as bad (good?) as a ghastly devil...
The wind got knocked out of his sails!

He ran again; fate it was or a twist in the tale?!
Even tougher it got to rein in the horses of thought.
A dank, unkempt, claustrophobic room awaited.
And he escaped into it, wasn't he lucky?!

Saw 'em there for the first time ever,
seemed too good to be true, all of them.
"Oh well...", said he to no one in particular.

He was flying up and above...
when they brought him down with a thud.
"You worthless piece of shit!"
He gave up...
before, much before he gave in.
And ran again!

Escaping from the escape route...
Hell yeah, what a sight!

Indecisive

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 13:57:51 PDT

Go away.
And don't come back.
Then come back.
And sit next to me.
And ask me if I want to come too.
And don't go till I come with you.
I will say no.
And then you go.
Go away... and then come back.
To haunt me. Forever.

Hearing myself out

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 11:47:52 PDT

Hear that eerie sound in the middle of the deathly silence?

That's me gnashing my teeth!

At what is... and what could have been.

What should I be regretful for...

For it all fell apart or, for it was a castle in the sand.

Or for the fact that I've got better at putting up a face!

They say resilience is the stuff the strong and brave are made of...

I say to them, they have never been resilient enough!

Resilience is what the meek prefer, without a voice or a backbone.

The ones, who have been strong for too long, just break down.

Someday I'll say it all too loud...

So what if it will be too late!

And so what if there will be no one around!

I know I'll still hear myself out...

…Gnashing my teeth in the middle of the deathly silence.

Pretty average stuff, this. But at least I'm back. Can only go up from here.

And though the post belies this, I wish you all a very Happy Diwali!

Of stars and mice, journeys and beliefs

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 11:44:19 PDT

Into the distance, I look at that star
Its luminous, beautiful and yes it's too far
I look at it and wonder
Am I on par?

The star looked to be in my reach
God saw this and He decided to preach
As he began, I lost my speech
My journey had come under siege

As always, I accepted my fate
Was I early? Wasn't I too late?
I feel like a mouse who took a bite at the bait
I should have known, no one around is my mate

But He also taught me belief
And yes, it alone can carry you through times of grief
I know my life is uneventful and brief
Doesn't it make sense to follow the Chief?

May the star's charm increase manifold
May its silver-ish streak turn to gold
May He blesses it and give it warmth in cold
May it know that I did exist once!!

This doesn't have any literary quality but still, I somehow like it. Composed it in my head inside the helmet while on my way to a class. The last line has been intentionally left out of the rhyming scheme to show the disconnect.

Please comment and let me know what you think of it.

Outlandish Soliloquy

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:06:49 PDT

Under the monstrous tree brought down by the avalanche
Lies a battered soul,
He's fucked up entirely, the Devil owns it now
Still he thinks there's a way out

He asks himself, "Who are you?"
"Don't know and I bloody don't give a damn" is the reply he gets
"Outlandish Soliloquy, this!!", says the soul
The Devil delivers one final blow!

The soul is resurrected now
He crawls into the fire and bathes in it
He is his coffin, he pushes nails deep inside
He has the bucket near, but doesn't kick it aside
He becomes the Devil or the Devil becomes he?

I...

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:07:33 PDT

I go to a temple.
I bow before Thee.
I look at the stray dogs.
I feed the stray kids.

I go to a hang-out.
I smoke a fag.
I sip at stale tea.
I kill an ant.

I don't get intoxicated after 3 of 'em.
I wonder how my friend does.
I sip at some more tea.
I break into a violent cough.

I try to cry.
I feel dry eyes and a dry soul.
I see that the ends of my friend's eyes are watered.
I feel good for him, better for his soul.

I get bitten by the same ant I killed ... or ... I tried to.
I deliver a one-liner, "Tears mark the beginning of pain!"
I see my friend nods.
I see him break into a wail.

I have my head held in my hands.
I move my fingers through my hair.
I can sense the inherent gloom in the lovely evening sky.
I feel as if my heart is being razed, layer by layer.

I get up, walk up to my bike.
I caress it, feel all the scars again.
I give it a peck where its cheek would have been.
I know it has been on my side, without a figment of complain.

I am still strong.
I can bear some more.
I'll be the last man standing.
I am sure of this, even more.

A pretty simple poem by my standards. Scribbled it while being the pillion-rider, on my friend's back.

Scarred

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:06:49 PDT

Poison eats me from the inside
No more is slow death a farce
The suffering increases by the second
The acid of insecurity gives me scars

The wounds refuse to heal
The pain just does not subside
The crooked hand of fate
puts barbed wire in my backside

What awaits me in the offing is as clear
as the sky on a turbulent stormy night
The past was voodoo-ed by satanic powers
Dementors take me over and I give up the fight

The most twisted demons wreck havoc right in my eyes
my alter-ego thinks they are angels
The robes and the halo seem Heavenly
I know Hell has a knack of deadly disguise

I can no more talk to myself
There's an iron curtain in the system
I make slow, deep cuts with the knife
Masochism resides in my cranium

Gloom to Melancholy

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:06:49 PDT

The devil seeks the angel,
Wants to gorge on him, Period!
It’s the Day of Reckoning!
Three cheers to Armageddon!!!
What matters is immaterial,
What does not,
Has been fucked apart too.

In spaces between blankness,
In crowds amidst mobs,
A raging fear sends chills down the spines.
There is sweat on the brow,
And it threatens to melt the brain.
The twist of fate has caught you unawares
Utopia has been hacked down

You laugh the twisted laugh till dark humor dons a shade you cannot fathom out
You cry out till your throat gets sore
You think till you get deluded, hallucinated
You run until you encounter the Dead End
You feel the pain till your soul is kidnapped
You see the illusion of damage till it turns to annihilation.

And then, you tread the path from gloom to melancholy!!!

Exorbitatingly Arbit!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 20:28:53 PDT

First things first, apologies for the long hiatus between this blog post and the last one.

During this hiatus, I've read numerous books, watched many movies, gorged over loads of Calvin and Hobbes and the ilk.

This post is going to have a very high arbit quotient. I am going to talk about anything and everything that comes to my mind, with something thrown in to make the mix more eclectic. So let's begin -

1. The dates for the general elections in the country - (a big hoax, actually) have been announced. Mine being a sarkaari college is going to be the projector room for this whole movie and therefore, classes will be suspended. I plan to make good use of this time period. Let's see what the future holds in store for me.

2. The wound called Ujjain's water supply problems is deepening by the minute due to the highly lackadaisical approach of the concerned authorities. There has been bakar around the globe that the next World War will be fought for water. I would not go into the details of the problem here but I guess it would suffice to say that the battles have already begun in all earnest.

3. Did Slumdog Millionaire deserve the Oscar? I haven't watched the other movies but I fail to understand the need for putting the cliched happy ending - Boy meets girl and they lived happily ever after. I must say though, the part of the movie when the main protagonists are all children is superb, irrespective of the fact that India's "underbelly" (as some high-handed critics have chosen to call it - I disagree with the usage of the term) was depicted on the screen. I have been to extremely backward parts of India's east and believe me, the movie does not even come within striking distance of portraying India's underbelly. The kid actors were awesome especially the youngest Jamal.

4. I have been a big fan of Parle-G biscuits and the other day, I wrote a little mail to the consumer cell appreciating the product. I know that in all probability, my mail would be deleted as soon as it is discovered in the inbox but nevertheless, not everything in life is meant to big and glitzy. I got great pleasure in sending the mail and that's what matters most. Maybe this is an after-effect of reading Malgudi Days.

5. I listened to Black Eyed Peas' new album "Boom Boom Pow" and sadly this comes as close to shit as possible. I don't know what must have gone thorugh the band members' mind when they were composing such songs and guess what, I don't even want to go there. I assume that this is the advantage that one enjoys by not being a die-hard fan of any one band - you don't have to take the bad with the good!

6. Tyrannosaurus Rex is back after a rebirth, albeit under a new identity. T-Rex, thou shalt be called Recession hereafter. A close confidant of mine revealed to me that my employer-to-be has brought the curtains down, temporarily atleast, on the careers of around 1500 employees without the media knowing about it. The situation clearly looks very grim and I appeal to everyone who has a stake (me included), to face the music with the chin up and at least a semblance of hope in the heart.

There is nothing more coming to my mind right now. So here ends the post.

The spirit of Entrepreneurship!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:09:13 PDT

Lose yourself...
to find the true "you"...
Never get so old...
that you can't run after your dreams...

what matters is not the greenbacks...
what matters is that you are a greenhorn...
ready to take the world on...
your mind is not corrupt...
that does help...

Fun lies in the uncertainities...
Fun lies in the journey, not in the destination...
Fun lies in asking the right questions of yourself...
Have fun, they rightly say...

Have a huge appetite...
for risk, that is...
but do know your limits...
Get your calculations exact...

Interact, Ideate, Innovate, Invigorate...
then Initiate, Implement, Intensify, Improve...
and then Improvise and Inspire

Failure is heartbreaking...
Hell yeah, it is...
But it isn't permanent...
so even if you lose, don't lose the lesson...
for it may help in your next flight into your own space...
Never give up on yourself...
You are the ONE!

Hope I can inculcate this spirit in me.

God willing, India will win this Test Match!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 03:01:53 PDT

Score update

SR Tendulkar 27* and VVS Laxman 2*
Last Batsman out - G Gambhir on 29
India 77/3 in 26.4 overs
India need 299 from 83 overs to win

"Cricket is my religion and Sachin is my God!"
A photograph bearing this banner by SRT's fans has become a part of cricket memorabilia. As far as I know, it was first flashed in Toronto, I may be wrong, but that hardly matters. My intention behind mentioning this is to relate it to the title of the post. India's victory is now in two pairs of hands, both of whom belong to God - one is up there in the heavens and the other is plugging away ones and twos and the occasional four at the Chinnaswami Stadium in Bangalore against a second-rate Australian bowlng attack when seen in light of the yesteryears.

I personally don't correspond to this concept of labelling human beings as God but I do think that SRT is one of the finest batsmen the world has witnessed. Also, he does have in him the ability and the experience to soldier on for the rest of the 5th day and lead India into victory's waiting arms. What remains to be seen is whether he has the gumption to do so.

If there has ever been the slightest blot on SRT's illuminating career, it has been that he hasn't won enough Test matches or ODI's for India when batting last. I still remember the heart-wrenching loss to Pakistan in Chennai in 1997 (SRT's favorite knock for me). News channels (however thoughtless they are!) are mercilessly flashing his average in the second innings which is way below his overall average. The daggers are certainly out for him, more so when Saurav Ganguly has announced his plans to retire after this series. All through his career and more so, lately, he has said that he doesn't have a point to prove to anyone. I do go by that. But his critics and detractors don't. But here the issue is proving a point to himself. Realistically speaking, this may well be his last Test series against the Numero Uno in India. Wouldn't he want to do it in grand style?
From what I have seen of him, he must be very determined to do so and Brian Lara's record would be the last thing on his mind, if at all, it is on his mind. The pitch is deteriorating, but his getting out to a ball that looks like it kept low, only because of his actions (the bat's toe touching the ground, his right hand coming off the bat in despair) would look highly ugly. He would still be in the team for the next Test even if India loses, but would that please him? I doubt. Also, he can play like he did in Sydney enroute to 241, carving out a draw, but would that please him? I doubt! (Req. RR - 3.6, Curr. RR - 2.6)

So fight on SRT. India and your mates in the dressing room back you to get the job done. This opportunity-in-disguise would never come back. We don't want to burden you with the weight of expectations. Do know that we are with you, in victory as well as defeat for you have served India like no one else. We are proud of you!

Score update

SR Tendulkar 31* (71) and VVS Laxman 5* (32)
Last Batsman out - G Gambhir on 29
India 87/3 in 34.1 overs
India need 299 from 83 overs to win

Edited : SRT out for 49. Huh! The match looks set to end in a draw as bad light looms large. Maybe ... If ... but ...

Union Bank of India Gold Tooth Ad

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 01:40:04 PDT

First thing first, this post and future posts under this label are courtsey this blogger - EmptyHead. Also I have used this as a guide.

Today, I start this new exercise of reviewing advertisements. As a potent form of publicity, ads have fascinated me a lot, be it the print, radio, TV or Internet version. Please be aware that the reviews are going to be totally non-technical since I'm yet to fufill my MBA dream. So, the perspective you'll get is the consumer's.

If you watch TV regularly, you could not have have missed the above advertisement. And for all you software engineers slogging at places far away from the comforts of your "Home Sweet Home", you can watch it here.

Re-branding has been the hot trend for some time now (remember Ceat and Axis Bank). Union Bank of India has undergone a complete makeover too. But it has retained its punchline - "Good people to bank with". This ad looks like a move to consolidate that idea.

Now, let us delve deep into the ad.

First Reaction - Like all ads featuring cute children, (the girl in this ad is an angel!) this ad too manages to establish a mushy connection with the first-time viewer.
Music - The background piece is very nice too, but you get so lost in the ad that it's hard to notice it, the first few times.
Novelty of the idea - The catch is that the idea of getting kids to win hearts in favor of banks is not a new one. I remember a memorable ad in which a cute boy takes his piggy bank all the way from the village, protecting it fiercely from prying eyes along the way and parts it with it happily only when he gets to the bank cashier, who shows him the way to his own locker. So, whether this ad would actually appeal to the consumer to the extent where he opens an account, is questionable.
The concept - The concept is fairly good, where the kid tries to help out the young guy in fulfilling his dream of developing a racing car and the bank tries to convey that it will help its customers in the same vein (almost like an angel investor) because "Aapke sapne sirf aapke nahi hain!". It does sound a bit cliched, but aren't ads supposed to be that way? There is a slight chance that young girls may tug at their respective (to be precise! LOL) dads to open an account in this bank, but a slight one only.
The Appeal - The ad does hold a certain emotional appeal to the consumer as well as inherent motivation for the average bank employee since it is an ad that is straightforward, carries no extra baggage and the message does get across.
Negatives - The ad has very few blatant negatives, neither does it confuse the viewer nor is it too familiar or irrelevant. But, yes, it is a bit far-fetched.
Recollection - Ads are most effective when they stay in the almost schizophrenic public memory for some time. This ad definetely scores highly on this scale, primarily due to the superb acting of the kid who wonderfully exhibits a very likeable cheerfulness in collecting broken teeth from everywhere. Also, the camerawork is good.
Overall - 4/5

Readers, please pour in with your comments. I would definetely want to improve here.

My love for Manchester United!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 09:51:04 PDT

Manchester United Football Club is a name that makes the adrenaline flow super-fast down my neck. My love for Man United is not equivalent to my love for the Indian Cricket Team, because the latter is something that had been decided by my birth, and the raging Indo-Pak political issues added fuel to fire. This love is out of my own choice, and this characteristic alone makes it that much more special, something to write about.

I became a true-blue Red Devil during the slump years from 2003-2o05, and I am proud of this fact since it wasn't a case of me saluting the rising, or for that matter, the shining sun. I watched almost all their matches in those seasons and what struck out to me was the team's character - unrelenting in attack, always on the lookout for goals, smarting from the 8-month forced sabbatical its premier defender had to take but still fighting on.

Also, Sir Alex Ferguson, their most successful manager, always inspires a sense of trust and permanence with his passion for the club being unmatched. He has had a series of spats with players of high calibre like Ruud Van Nistelrooy, David Beckham, Roy Keane but his credentials have never been doubted. Every now and then, short-sighted people attack his throat with calls for him calling it a day. But the wise ones know that Sir Alex must be allowed to continue for as long as he wants to because if there is someone out there who can uphold the glory, it's him. His absolutely wonderful handling of the enigma that is Cristiano Ronaldo bears ample testimony to this school of thought. Also, he has been central to the change in Man United's character from a team who only knew how to score goals to a team who can attack and defend equally well. Bringing players from places like Brazil and Korea is also a first in United's history. His knack for picking players from other teams (Dimitar Berbatov from Tottenham Hotspurs, Wayne Rooney from Everton) which fit into the Reds' culture is just superb. Also, a fantastic striker of yesteryears, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer is managing the reserve team and players like Paul Ince, Roy Keane have learned the tricks of the management trade under him.

What differentiates Man United from other teams is that relatively lesser number of controversies crop up and they are handled in the most professional manner possible. Also no player is given undue latitude to get bigger than the club or the game itself. Sir Alex is in cruise control mode.

I guess if I say anything more I'll be labelled a pundit which I don't want to be. But surely, the Red Devils have it in them to go for a treble this season.

Man United, Here we go!

Untitled (deliberately!)

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:05:45 PDT

Poor me..
fractured leg...
my buddies...
alcohol, bootlegged...

feeling dejected...
and alone...
fighting devils...
like Mahone...

highly active...
suddenly inactive...
fortune twists...
I'm captive...

TV, Internet...
kill time...
Someone kill...
misery mine...

Sunday night...
just me, PC...
everyone says...
"take it easy"...

Mom calls...
"Everything's fine",
I tell her...
Standard line...

SMS recieved...
"Get well soon"...
If I could wish,...
would touch the moon!

Why it's me?
I wonder...
get no sunshine...
only the thunder...

Keep going?
No clue...
No more moaning...
Life's a flu!

Shine On!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:52:13 PDT

There are numerous adjectives that mortals shower on men or groups possessing talent and then, there are some who rise aeons above such pettiness because of the sheer, everlasting quality of their work and more importantly, their absolute disregard for the concept of comparison. These men are so deeply involved in collating matter that flows out of their creative outlets that everything else automatically assumes secondary importance for them. This is where the highest principle of Objectivism, as stated in that God of books - "The Fountainhead" comes into the picture.

Pink Floyd is how you spell genius. This band from the UK was, is and will be the marquee name in Psychedelic Rock. I am no music connoisseur, I don't even come close to being called a dilettante. But to me, psychedelia unleashes its complete effect on the listener only when it fulfills two criteria - extraordinary poetry and unparalleled music.
If I start elaborating about the music (the absolute perfection over instruments, the tunes, the riffs, daredevil experimentation like Musique concrète et al), it would be like showing a candle to the Sun. The poetry was absolutely phenomenal too, with radicalism, surreality, allegory, philosophy, Onomatopoeia, imagery, simile and metaphor being the highlights of almost everything the band created.
But what stood out was that simplicity was never sacrificed and that vital connection with the listeners (the elixir for any band) was always established. And the back-to-the-basics idea behind the cover art lured audiences, no end!

Pessimists, critics and other related tribes have always got diatribe up their sleeves with respect to the controversies that Pink Floyd was involved in. But as they say, "Many men, many minds!".

Pink Floyd is definitely, the single most powerful source of inspiration for the novice writer, the poet in me.

I wrote this post as the words, "There's someone in my head but it's not me" reverberate in my ears through the headphone, along with the sado-masochistic laugh of a lunatic. No prizes for guessing what exactly I'm referring to - "Brain Damage" by Pink Floyd.

Of Compiler Design and a 4th grader

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:09:39 PDT

Are "parsing" and "purse-in" one and the same thing?
For everything that goes in, comes out sooner.
How can alphabets be non-elements?
No, please don't go back on primary education!
It befuddles me no end, I swear!

How do LR and SLR differ?
does SLR refer to "Sylar" from "Heroes"?
My God, save my soul, or rather brain from that evil man!

Why do we have languages for all levels - high, low and middle?
We got to have uniformity and equality, don't we?
That's not what they taught me at school
Is it not akin to fooling me? Answer me, O teacher!

Why do we need to transfer the innocuous dot to so many places?
Won't it get tired? Come on, think of it!

Who is going to explain to me what is happening out there, no; in there in the compiler?
Who is tending to what and whose ID are we constantly referring to?
Arithmetic tells me to open the brackets first,
but here the rules have been marauded!
I don't know when, don't even have a clue!

'I' referred to only me, that's what my English teacher told me
It was strictly singular, though plumpy she herself was,
good enough to be two! (hope she is not listening!)
Here there is a sea of 'I's', I saw eleven of them on the blackboard today
God, am I hallucinating or what?

Someone please come to my rescue,
this is a SOS call
My cute, little brain is not able to compile all of this arbit gyaan
The load is too much, this flood of symbols, arrows, elements and non-elements
I swear!

Readers, please empathise with me in my troubles with understanding Compiler Design.
Please pour in with your comments.

Euthanasia is what I seek!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:07:33 PDT

Psychedelia strikes me
It's insanity for sure
I'm losing my grip on things
there seems to be no cure!

She has left me on the crossroads,
they have turned their backs.
What I thought of as an invincible wall,
hell, ya, it's got cracks!

They say it's a passing phase,
looks like the phase lasts a birth.
This is what they call a disaster,
I'm the last guy running in this mad race!

It's a monstrous tree,
Entangled I feel in the ghoulish branches,
The bark is so sticky that it hurts,
I just can't let go
Egregiously sour and laced with the choicest venom,
the leaves and fruits seek to destroy my cranium!

What do I do?
I've nowhere to go!
One look at myself in the mirror
"A decimated, good-for-nothing warrior",
howls from alter-ego from within.

There's been talk of a fairy-tale ending,
and also, every black cloud has a silver lining,
about light at the end of the tunnel and the like!
with me, it is sadistically different
the fairy has transformed into a witch,
The lightning camouflaged has stuck me too
the tunnel has become a funnel,
On which end am I is crystal clear,

It engulfs me all around, it's fear!
Euthanasia is what I seek!

Readers, please pour in with your comments.
Ciao!

Pickbrain made my day! - 1

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 09:20:58 PDT

There is a well-known but untrue story of the word "quiz", which says that in 1791 a Dublin theater owner named James Daly made a bet that he could introduce a word into the language within twenty-four hours. He then went out and hired a group of street urchins to write the word "quiz", which was a nonsense word, on walls around the city of Dublin. Within a day, the word was common currency and had acquired a meaning (since no one knew what it meant, everyone thought it was some sort of test) and Daly had some extra cash in his pocket. However, there is no evidence to support the story, and the term was already in use before the alleged bet in 1791.

Let's, for a moment, suppose that this fable about the word "quiz" is true. Also, according to the Hindu system of beliefs, every soul incarnates on earth seven times. On the basis of these assumptions, I would whole-heartedly conclude that Giri "Pickbrain" Balasubramaniam is James Daly reborn, barring the cash thing, of course.
Pickbrain is primarily responsible for the resurgence of quizzing as a serious hobby in Indian colleges and companies. His wit and repartee, diversified knowledge, unparalled enthusiasm ('passion' would fit the bill) for quizzing and above all, the ability to connect with audiences as well as participants, across geographies, age-groups, educational levels etc. make him the Prima Uomo of Indian quizzing. His whole-hearted dedication is proved beyond doubt by the fact that he left a lucrative job at Walt Disney to get going

On 18th September, yours truly got a chance to witness Pickbrain in action live at Hotel Fortune Landmark, Indore (albeit as audience only). The occasion was the regional round of the Tata Crucible Quiz for Corporates - 2008. Kudos to the house of Tatas for sponsoring such an event right from 2004.

First things first, one had to book the audience passes on the website itself. I reached there at around 5:45 PM, with a friend of mine and a team that I was supporting fervently and praying for. Although I was aware of the scale of this event beforehand, the banners and posters welcoming us reaffirmed that. We just ambled around in the lobby for sometime and also confirmed our entries at the desk. Then, I got a glimpse of the man of the moment. Immaculately dressed in a dark-coloured high-neck T-Shirt and a light-coloured jacket, he looked in the groove for the quizzing feast that awaited us. There was a slight delay as CNBC was setting up shop during which yours truly pounced on the golden opportunity to get Pickbrain's autograph. He asked me if I was a participant and was pleased to know that engineering students were going to be in the audience too.

DEATH

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:05:45 PDT

DEATH is a actually a Fender Stratocaster that starts playing a riff to elevate you to an all- new high even as the other sounds fade out

It's a melody that pleases you, to fill the heart with contentment, perhaps even a sense of confused bliss, never experienced before

It's the time when defeat and victory lose their meaning, because the realization sets in that ultimately, fate will lead everyone - the victor and the vanquished, on the same trail ...

Then, like a bolt from the blue, the ephemerality of this phase strikes you and the memories pertaining to your life, right from spring through to autumn, flood your soul

In the fleeting moments, you wish that all of this turns out to be dream, but deep inside you know that it is not!

And then, you don't breathe!

These lines by yours truly, show death in a different light.

Please post your comments.
Ciao!

Fundamental rules of Quizzing!!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 09:22:04 PDT

I had a really bad quizzing experience on the 15th of September. I am not going to disclose the exact details because I don't want to start any controversies. Also, I don't want to wash dirty linen in public - no hard feelings towards the organisers at all. Lastly, I don't want this post of mine to be taken as a case of sour grapes. So, please keep these in mind before reading further.

Here, I would like to re-iterate some fundamental rules of quizzing that the organisers seemed to overlook, which I think, was a blatant error.

1. If you organise the contest in two rounds (the first being a written round for screening and the second being an audio-visual one), you don't make the top qualifier from the first round sit on the first table in the second round directly. That way, you are punishing it for standing first in the qualifying stage because most rounds are going to begin with that team. There must be a lottery system to introduce the element of luck, the quintessential feature of such contests.

2. You just don't begin all the rounds with the team that is sitting first. It's an alternate thing between the first and the last teams. You are not placing all the teams on the same pedestal because the first team will always be the first one to be in the line of fire. Ouch! It still hurts!

3. You have got to keep in mind that the questions in any one round, carrying the same weightage must be of the same difficulty level. For example, in a cricket-crazy nation like ours, you cannot ask the following two questions in the same round for the same number of points.

What is the length of a cricket pitch? (even your kid brother knows that! Doesn't he?)
What is the SI unit of thermal conductivity? (You have to agree that this is tough for mortals! I had to actually check out Wikipedia for this!)

4. You just don't ask the same question twice in the contest, and there's no way in hell you ask that to the same team, both times. That's egregious!

5. It's really good that you think of new ideas like a bid round in the end where in you have to place a bid in terms of points on the question that's going to be hurled at you, before hearing the question. If you get it right, you add that much to your score otherwise you lose that much. Two such questions will be there for each team. This is talked about as "The Make-or-Break Round". The idea - very nice indeed! The execution left a lot to be desired. As I have elaborated above, the first team had to face the music first. But the disappointing thing was that both the questions to a team were asked at one go, not one round of questions and then the other. That means, effectively the first team was playing blind. On the two questions, it just had to bid for points equal to or more than the deficit with respect to the leader to win. But the leader had its chance later. So, they could always come back. Therefore, you are minimizing the chances of the highly unfortunate team winning.

The post has already become very long...but I just couldn't control myself. I am waiting to go the Tata Crucible Corporate Quiz in Indore as a spectator. Hope to see some good quizzing there!

Readers, pour in with your comments

Ciao!

Keep climbing!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:09:58 PDT

koi chamakta sitara nahi hoon main
naa koi mujhe seene se lagayega
shayad kismat ko bhi main pasand nahi hoon
par musibaton aur mushkilon ne sacchi wafa ki hai mere saath

main hoon kaun ? apne nishaan dekhta hoon ...
apne andar jhaankta hoon ...
apne wajood ki woh ek kambhakht wajah talaashta hoon ...

fir achanak ... badi lambi, gahan ... ya ... fir sirf upari jaanch ke baad ...
(lambi ... gahan ... upari ? kya ajeeb trikon hai ... )
mere mann main ek vichaar kaundha ...

ki shayad main himmat hoon ... rannkshetra main tikna meri aadat main
shumaar hai
main ... haan, main garv hoon ...
raahon main jo roke mujhe, un sthitiyon se mujhe kuch pyaar sa ho jaata hai,
na jaane kyun?

shayad isliye....shayad nahi, yakinan
kyunki ek din jab suraj purab se ugega
tab main unhi sthitiyon ki aankho main aankhe daal paaunga
aur mere mukh par hogi ek vijayi yodha ki santusht muskaan...
haan, woh ek din zaroor aayega ...
woh din ek punarjanam ki tarah hoga mere liye

kyunki us ek din se ...
kisi darr se nahin darrunga main
aur mujhe pasine ki mithas ka ekdum satik anumaan ho jaayega

fir main peeche mudunga ...
kuch pal apni raahon ke nikhar ko nihaarta rahoonga ...
aur fir, agle hi pal apne fefdon ka pura zor lagakar iss duniya se kahoonga

aakhir jeet meri hui ...
par zyaada mahatvpurna yeh hai ki ...
main nahi khela apni mannmaafik sharto par ...
aur apna raasta bhi maine khud banaaya ...

The above lines are an apt depiction of my thoughts in tough times - specifically, my resolve to emerge victorious.

I have been thinking on some issues, of late. Here are my thoughts -

1. There is a spate of turncoats in this world today. These are people who appear to be on your side, generally your friends, specifically from the opposite gender. Be wary of them. I have seen two people very close to me suffer hell due to such sandbaggers.

2. Another category of people includes those whom you care about, but in return they don't give a damn about you. That's bad enough. But as if the demons weren't satisfied, they go one step further - they don't even want to hear what you have got to say, but you have to bear with all the bullcrap they throw at you anywhere, anyhow, anytime. So most people who are at the receiving end, just close up themselves, their entropy goes down all of a sudden and that leads to dire consequences. They begin to resemble the insides of a pressure cooker which is just not being opened. And, every Tom, Dick or Harry knows what happens next - The inevitable blast which just exterminates everything in sight. You have got to put your intelligence agencies to work - they are the ones who will tell you the hidden details about this blast. (Are RAW and IB listening?) And then when you get the cues, you have got to foil these terrorist-like plans. Start loving yourself for a change and also, people who love you selflessly (i.e. your parents). Just focus on the activities that will make this set of human-beings happy. Believe me, it works wonders!

3. Now, what to do of those hypocrites? My advice : forgive them! For today, they will not realise the value of your forgiveness when they indulge in merry-making without having a figment of concern for your state of mind. But one day, when you whisk away the ghosts in your mind and conquer your self-doubts, they will hear a silent noise (silent noise - it rises from within) which has the power to de-stabilise their thought process completely. . Agreed, that wasn't and shouldn't be your primary motive, but that's when they begin to seek your forgiveness once more. For that's the exact time when the sad realization hits them like a bolt from the blue.

4. To my mind, the road that leads to sucess is an uphill one..and a very steep one, at that. So don't make your march towards success a rat-race. The tricks that no one is going to tell you are - to start early, to set periodic targets which you must achieve without fail and to reassess the circumstances after every target achieved and to never stop pushing yourself, come what may! Let every possible obstacle be unleashed in your path. You must not budge. You must not stop going up even if that ascent is at snail's pace. BUT you must never stop, NEVER! Because the steepness will cause you to drift or even slide downwards and then it will be back to square one.

Readers, please let me know about your thoughts.
Ciao.

Computer Networks Test...

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 08:23:22 PDT

Today, I attended college right from 10.30 am to 5.00 pm, like an accha baccha....like an asli engineer. So, I'm going to write about today's test so that my worldwide readers (if there are any....work up some magic, FEEDJIT!!!) get a sneek-peek at my Pyaara college, GECU.

The subject was Computer Networks, taught by my favourite teacher in college, by some distance. The test was from 3 pm...was feeling very sleepy before it, so went to the electrical department and washed my face with the coolest water in the college, for the umpteenth time......the heat is really getting to me with every passing day.

My classmates had decided to give the test in room F9 where the benches and desks are quite close to each other...so that rampant cheating can take place. But, the Prof had other tricks up his sleeve...He went to F10 - the engineering graphics class, which was soul-less, literally and promptly ordered us to sit in that class...he was standing just outside the class as we entered inside in a military-like line, wishing a good afternoon for him...and for us too. FINGERS CROSSED!!!

See, the students here are highly adaptable to any situation, as they mention it in their resumes. In this case, the situation was the change in seating arrangement, to which they adapted like newborn turtles adapt to water. Here was the time when having more pockets in your college bag turned out to be life-saving, or rather marks-earning strategy. Kudos to the guys who publish Shivani, this little gem of a book is so compact that it can get in anywhere -

in the pocket for waterbottle : all rolled up
in the pocket of your pants : just that its location can be clearly found out by....no, not a GPS, but by the bulge in your otherwise mal-fed thigh
in the drawer of the monstrous, slanting ED table (I never liked them!!) : but that is the place being used since 10000 BC (yes, that's true!!) and so all Profs have one eye fixated there, somewhat like MadEye Moody (our Profs are Aurors in their own little ways!!)
etc etc etc...

So, the test started...one 5 mark question and five 3 mark questions....all from Unit1....was unit1 really that big??...I asked myself.....but, did my opinion matter now?.....It was the time of reckoning, the make-or-break time....(see how I glorify a harmless, 20 marks test!!)

Let me tell you the questions

Distinguish between data and signal??
Distinguish between bit rate and bit interval??
Define a periodic signal??
Mention steps in Data communication by circuit switching??
Mention basic differences between datagram approach and virtual circuit approach to packet switching?
What are the advantages and disadvantages of circuit switching?

Well, to cut a long story short, I finished the test quickly and was satisfied by my performance.

p.s. - Got "Parallel Processing and Distributed Computing" tomorrow. Wish me luck!!
BYE

List of different types of....shit!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 08:57:44 PDT

*WARNING* This might be gross to some. Hilarious to some… :-D!! Read at your own risk. But, boy o boy this is one comprehensive list. Kudos to the people who came up with it.. I got it as an email forward today ;-)!!

THE LIST OF DIFFERENT TYPE OF SHIT [Tatti]

Ghost shit
The kind where you feel the shit come out, but there is no shit in the toilet.

Clean shit
The kind where you shit it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.

Wet shit
The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and underwear so you won’t ruin them with a stain.

Second Wave shit
This happens when you’re done shit-ing and you’ve pulled up your pants to your knees, and you realize that you have to shit some more.

Pop-A-Vein-In-Your-Forehead-shit
The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.

Gassy shit
It’s so noisy, everyone within earshot is laughing.

Drinker shit
The kind of shit you have the morning after a long night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.

Lincoln Log shit
The kind of shit that is so huge you\\\’re afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.

Corn shit
Self-explanatory.

Gee-I-Wish-I-Could-shit shit
The kind where you want to shit but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.

Spinal Tap shit
That’s where it hurts so badly coming out, you would swear it was leaving you sideways.

Wet Cheeks shit (The Power Dump)
The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt gets splashed with water.

Liquid shit
The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.

Mexican shit
It smells so bad your nose burns.

The Surprise shit
You’re not even at the toilet because you are sure you’re about to fart, but oops…….a shit!!!

The Dangling shit
This shit refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done shit-ing it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.

ROFLMAO!!

Where are we all running??

noreply@blogger.com (Abhishek Chopra) — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 08:58:40 PDT

I read a blog post about the perennial, eternal hurry in which today's world is. Just thought that you might like to read it too.

http://mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com/2007/12/hurry-om-hurry.html

Aso, just have a look at this...all you busy people....You are gonna love it for sure!!! I can bet my bottom dollar.

http://underheavenz.blogspot.com/2008/03/yuno-pc.html

I'm a Google fan....if you are...then read this...
http://specials.rediff.com/money/2008/mar/11google1.htm

This is my name in hindi - अभिषेक चोपडा।
That feels good.

Bye!!!