Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Understanding a Woman

Understanding a Woman

I have tried to cover various issues in my blog but none of them has been
as complex or as mysterious like this...
Experiments ,research projects have been made over the past ,but none of them has yielded
a definite answer.
The conclusion was inevitable
It's simply impossible to find out what's in a woman's heart

So a girl asks me,why is that u never seem to understand me or rather any other girl......
and i always remain dumbfounded

Some of my female friends,when i ask them how to impress a woman ,they usually reply
1.Be gentle and kind to her
2.Be humourous
3.Compliment on her beauty(jus pure poetical lies)
4.Buy her flowers,chocolates,surprise gifts....
5.and finally be yourself(as if we were acting like Tom Cruise)

Now I wonder why is that a woman expects so much from a guy(surprisingly they never mentioned the physical looks part..phew...)

The same thing when i asked some "successful" committed guys they reply like
1)if u really want her to love u , jus ignore her for some time completely.....

Shes gonna come after u like crazy,when she begins to miss you
THATS IT........
I couldnt believe it was so simple,yet so difficult.....

Coming back to understanding her heart, i am always desperate to know
what is really going in her mind when
1)She gives you the cold stare
2)Shes smiling (Does she really love me or is it that she jus curses me in her breath)
3)She gives the cute,loving look,with a gleam in her eyes,but still manages to snubb off the guy
4)She often says you're really sweet

Cant a women ever blurt off what she really thinks about a person.....
wont it be easy for everyone then......???

After deploring all these questions,the real truth hits us like a big tornado
All the wonderful girls(having both inner and external beauty) always fall a prey to the wrong person .They never seem to understand that they can be much happier to the one who loves her than whom she loves.....

Friday, December 08, 2006

Ashes 2006

Ashes 2006

Is it Really burning for England ?

Adelaide, Australia

Is it going to be England again this time was the question raised when England left for the Ashes tour .It wouldn’t have been surprising to learn that the answer was a simple NO, which just raises some doubts as to whether the previous ashes victory by England was nothing but a fluke .

The Aussies went straight into business with a comfortable victory in the first test…
But surprise was in store was for them when England posted a 500 plus score in their
score in the first innings .But then even a big storm doesn’t deter the Australians and
neither was this score.The Aussie juggernaut kept rolling throughout and it was
Ricky Ponting and Shane Warne this time, who took the honours.

Ponting scored a brilliant century in the first innings and a match winning 49 in the second.
As for Shane,the ball didn’t stop spinning,and as usual England was Bamboozled by his deliveries. The wicket of Pietersen ,by Warne,who came off the wicket ,pitched the ball wide of the leg stump and bowled him around his legs in the off stump…..

Whoa,,,what a ball.(Guess it was just a repeat of The Mike Gatiing –Shane Warne delivery)

The mystery of the ashes on the urn,is still a debatable topic as to what was the substance
burnt. Some say it is the ashes of a woman’s hat.Some say it was the ashes of the ball
used in the first Ashes Test.

England has the same mystery as to what invisible force stops them from winning against Australia.The question would probably be applicable for any country..

The answer does not lie far.

But can any country find it?

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Mortal Gods

Mortal Gods

As many people would have wondered as to why my blog titled "People As I See" didnt contain even a single post about any particular person.
The quest for the answer ends here...
Well this post is certainly long due and i have been formulating lot of ideas as to what exactly i must write about and now i have arrived at a formidable conclusion.

Michael Schumacher

I begin the list with a most distinguishable outstanding racer,who has retired from F1 recently.
None other than Michael Schumacher...
With 91 victories ,68 poles ,72 Fastest Laps , Schumacher is undoubtedly one of the best F1 racers ever lived.(ManuelFangio of Argentina,Ayerton Senna certainly takes second and third spots...)
Also referred to as The Rain Master(noone drives better than him in a wet circuit) Schumacher has taken the game into such standards that even F1 changed rules of the game five times to stop Schumacher from winning.Though being his last race,knowing fully well that he can take only second place in the championship,Schumacher unnerved spirit and his overtaking of Kimi Raikkonen and Fisichella in the first corner still remains to be one most aggressive and the best one has ever seen..
Micahel Schumacher is a legacy ,whose story will be always told to budding youngsters and his saga never ends....

Steven Spielberg

If Schumacher is for racing, then it must be definitely be Spielberg for direction.
One really wonders ,what brilliance and thinking must a person possess to "create " a film like Schindler's List or Savng Private Ryan.

At this point,I challenge anyone,who can suppress a tear flowing down fromyour eyes,when Tom Hanks lays down his life in SPR ,or when the Jewpish people keeps roses on Oscar Schindler's grave,the greatest German ever lived.
If you hadnt , you certainly dont have any humanity left in you...

Be it the Victor Nebroski(Tom Hanks in The Terminal),or Eric Bana of Munich,or Oscar Schindler (Liam Neeson in Schindler's List) ,Spielberg's characterization is surely world class.

If ever a movie deserved an oscar ,it surely must be one of his films..

Jeffrey Archer

One of the best story tellers alive ,remarked Larry King , after
reading his novel(i prefer to call it epic ) Kane & Abel.

The description surely fits aptly for this great author.
I have come across innumerable no of authors right from William
Shakespeare to Sidney Sheldon.But none of them has failed to
captivate me as this man..
With a penchant for simplicity ,and impossible to predict endings,
Jeffrey Archer surely has taken novel and short story writings
to the next level.
Some of his world famous titles are Kane & Abel,Honour Among Thieves,A Matter of Honour,36 collected short stories and so on.....

Sachin Tendulkar

No words are enough to descibe this enchanting and master batsmen ,India has ever produced..

With this ever lasting ,glorious straight drives,leg glances and countless centuries to his name,Sachin has been hailed the greatest ever batsmen next to Sir Donald Bradman

To describe Sachin Tendulkar,and his beauty of batting will take ages , and so i end here...


I end my post - Mortal Gods, with a person who will last a lifetime in our minds ,atleast in our ears.

A person who revolutionised music , with brilliant compositions,A.R.Rahman has become the king of Indian music, surpassig all other great music directors like Ilayaraja,R.D.Burman,M.S.Viswanathan and so on..
After a magnificient debut with Roja, Rahman has never let his title slip down and has brought
Indian Film Mudic (Tamil and Hindi) to an entirely different genre.
Be it classical or rap songs or melodies , Rahman undoubtedly rules them in all..
A definite mention of Oru Deivam Thantha Poove song from Kannathil Mutthamittal is required which got him a national award.Every one of his compostition from Kathal Rojave (Roja) to Munbe Vaa (Sillendru Oru Kathal ) is a major hit and will always ring in my ears and will never stop ringing.

My only wish is to meet all these people and ask what has taken into them to achieve something extraordinary which noone has ever made it....

Saturday, October 14, 2006

An exercpt from the Fist of God by Frederick Forsyth

An exercpt from the Fist of God by Frederick Forsyth

All wars must teach lessons. If they do not do so, they were fought in vain and those who died in them did so for naught.

The Gulf War taught two clear lessons, if the powers have the wit to learn them.
The first is that it is madness for the thirty most industrially developed nations of the world, who dispose between them of ninety-five percent of high-tech weaponry and the means for its production, to sell these artifacts to the crazed, the aggressive, and the dangerous for short-term financial profit.

For a decade the regime of the Republic of Iraq was allowed to arm itself to a frightening level by a combination of political foolishness, bureaucratic blindness, and corporate greed. The eventual destruction, in part, of that war machine cost vastly more than its provision.
A recurrence could easily be prevented by the establishment of a central register of all exports to certainregimes, with draconian penalties for nondisclosure. Analysts able to examine the broad picture would soon see, by the type and quantity of materials ordered or delivered, whether weapons of mass destruction were in preparation.

The alternative will be a proliferation of high-tech weaponry that will make the years of the cold war seem like an age of peace and tranquillity.
The second lesson concerns the gathering of information. At the end of the cold war, many hoped this could safely be curbed. The reality shows the opposite.

During the 1970s and 1980s technical advances in the gathering of electronic and signals intelligence were so impressive that governments of the Free World were led to believe, as the scientists produced their expensive miracles, that machines alone could do the job. The role of “humint,” the gathering of information by people, was downgraded.

In the Gulf War the full panoply of Western technical wizardry was brought to bear and, partly because of its impressive cost, presumed to be virtually infallible.
It was not. With a combination of skill, ingenuity, guile, and hard work, large parts of Iraq’s arsenal and the means of its production had been hidden or so disguised that the machines could not see them.

The pilots flew with great courage and skill, but often they too were deceived by the cunning of those who had devised the replicas and the camouflage.
The fact that germ warfare, poison gas, or the nuclear possibility was never employed was, like the outcome of the Battle of Waterloo, “a damn close-run thing.”

What became plain by the end was that for certain tasks in certain places, there is still no substitute for the oldest information-gathering device on earth: the human eyeball, Mark One.

Monday, September 11, 2006

End of an Era

End of an Era

After an emotional win in Sunday's Italian Grand Prix at Monza, Michael Schumacher has announced he will retire from race driving at the end of this season. His relationship with Ferrari will, however, continue.
"Words are not enough and whatever I could say now will never fully express how much I love this fascinating world of motor sport and all it has given me," said Schumacher. "From go-karting to Formula One, I have lived through moments that I will never forget. I am profoundly grateful for everything I have had. I want to thank everyone who has accompanied me, supported and inspired me, right back to the days of my childhood. “Above all, a special thanks goes to (my wife) Corinna and our two children, who have given me the strength to do what I have done. All these years in Formula One have been amazing, especially those spent alongside my friends in the Scuderia. Soon my future will belong to my family, while I am happy to be still part of Ferrari. But for now, what matters is this world championship."Schumacher has been with Ferrari for 11 seasons, securing five of his drivers' titles with the team and contributing to six of their constructors' crowns. No other driver has won as much with the Italian squad, who were keen to pay tribute to their great driver."I had always said that the decision to retire would be his alone, but now that decision has been taken, I feel a sense of sadness," commented Ferrari President and CEO, Luca di Montezemolo. "We have lived through some unforgettable times together, some good some bad, achieving results that will be hard to equal. To Michael goes the thanks of everyone in the company and supporters of Ferrari for all the dedication he has shown to our colours, for the determination and courage with which he has worked, which has provided immense satisfaction. He is both sincere and passionate and has earned the affection of all of us and of our fans. His relationship with Maranello will continue, albeit in a different form and I am very happy about that." "Michael has been the author of a unique chapter in the history of Formula One and of Ferrari in particular. It has yet to reach its conclusion and what he has achieved extends over and above the results obtained," added Managing Director, Jean Todt. "He is an exceptional man and will become a legend as a driver. For me personally, he is a great friend and together we have lived through unrepeatable experiences. Having had the opportunity to work alongside him has been and will continue to be a privilege."Ferrari will announce a new team structure at the end of the year, including a definition of Schumacher’s new role.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Principles of Research

Principles of Research

Albert Einstein

Physical Society, Berlin, 1918

IN the temple of science are many mansions, and various indeed are they that dwell therein and
the motives that have led them thither. Many take to science out of a joyful sense of superior
intellectual power; science is their own special sport to which they look for vivid experience and
the satisfaction of ambition; many others are to be found in the temple who have offered the
products of their brains on this altar for purely utilitarian purposes. Were an angel of the Lord to
come and drive all the people belonging to these two categories out of the temple, the
assemblage would be seriously depleted, but there would still be some men, of both present and
past times, left inside. Our Planck is one of them, and that is why we love him.
I am quite aware that we have just now lightheartedly expelled in imagination many excellent
men who are largely, perhaps chiefly, responsible for the buildings of the temple of science; and
in many cases our angel would find it a pretty ticklish job to decide. But of one thing I feel sure:
if the types we have just expelled were the only types there were, the temple would never have
come to be, any more than a forest can grow which consists of nothing but creepers. For these
people any sphere of human activity will do, if it comes to a point; whether they become
engineers, officers, tradesmen, or scientists depends on circumstances. Now let us have another
look at those who have found favor with the angel. Most of them are somewhat odd,
uncommunicative, solitary fellows, really less like each other, in spite of these common
characteristics, than the hosts of the rejected. What has brought them to the temple? That is a
difficult question and no single answer will cover it. To begin with, I believe with Schopenhauer
that one of the strongest motives that leads men to art and science is escape from everyday life
with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever shifting
desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from personal life into the world of objective
perception and thought; this desire may be compared with the townsman's irresistible longing to
escape from his noisy, cramped surroundings into the silence of high mountains, where the eye
ranges freely through the still, pure air and fondly traces out the restful contours apparently built for eternity.
With this negative motive there goes a positive one. Man tries to make for himself in the fashion
that suits him best a simplified and intelligible picture of the world; he then tries to some extent
to substitute this cosmos of his for the world of experience, and thus to overcome it. This is what
the painter, the poet, the speculative philosopher, and the natural scientist do, each in his own
fashion. Each makes this cosmos and its construction the pivot of his emotional life, in order to
find in this way the peace and security which he cannot find in tbe narrow whirlpool of personal
What place does the theoretical physicist's picture of the world occupy among all these possible
pictures? It demands the highest possible standard of rigorous precision in the description of
relations, such as only the use of mathematical language can give. In regard to his subject matter,ŕ´Šon the other hand, the physicist has to limit himself very severely: he must content himself with describing the most simple events which can be brought within the domain of our experience;
all events of a more complex order are beyond the power of the human intellect to reconstruct with the subtle accuracy and logical perfection which the theoretical physicist demands. Supreme
purity, clarity, and certainty at the cost of completeness. But what can be the attraction of getting to know such a tiny section of nature thoroughly, while one leaves everything subtler and more complex shyly and timidly alone? Does the product of such a modest effort deserve to be called by the proud name of a theory of the universe?

In my belief the name is justified; for the general laws on which the structure of theoretical
physics is based claim to be valid for any natural phenomenon whatsoever. With them, it ought
to be possible to arrive at the description, that is to say, the theory, of every natural process,
including life, by means of pure deduction, if that process of deduction were not far beyond the
capacity of the human intellect. The physicist's renunciation of completeness for his cosmos is
therefore not a matter of fundamental principle.
The supreme task of the physicist is to arrive at those universal elementary laws from which the
cosmos can be built up by pure deduction. There is no logical path to these laws; only intuition,
resting on sympathetic understanding of experience, can reach them. In this methodological
uncertainty, one might suppose that there were any number of possible systems of theoretical
physics all equally well justified; and this opinion is no doubt correct, theoretically. But the
development of physics has shown that at any given moment, out of all conceivable
constructions, a single one has always proved itself decidedly superior to all the rest. Nobody
who has really gone deeply into the matter will deny that in practice the world of phenomena
uniquely determines the theoretical system, in spite of the fact that there is no logical bridge
between phenomena and their theoretical principles; this is what Leibnitz described so happily as
a "pre-established harmony." Physicists often accuse epistemologists of not paying sufficient
attention to this fact. Here, it seems to me, lie the roots of the controversy carried on some years
ago between Mach and Planck.
The longing to behold this pre-established harmony is the source of the inexhaustible patience
and perseverance with which Planck has devoted himself, as we see, to the most general
problems of our science, refusing to let himself be diverted to more grateful and more easily
attained ends. I have often heard colleagues try to attribute this attitude of his to extraordinary
will-power and discipline -- wrongly, in my opinion. The state of mind which enables a man to
do work of this kind is akin to that of the religious worshiper or the lover; the daily effort comes
from no deliberate intention or program, but straight from the heart. There he sits, our beloved
Planck, and smiles inside himself at my childish playing-about with the lantern of Diogenes. Our
affection for him needs no threadbare explanation. May the love of science continue to illumine
his path in the future and lead him to the solution of the most important problem in present-day
physics, which he has himself posed and done so much to solve. May he succeed in uniting
quantum theory with electrodynamics and mechanics in a single logical system.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Sunday, July 16, 2006



Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a
High School about 11 things they did not
and will not learn in school. He talks about how
feel-good, politically correct teachings
created a generation of kids with no concept
of reality and how this concept set them up for
failure in the real world.

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!

Rule 2: The world won't care about your
self-esteem.The world will expect you to
accomplish something BEFORE you feel
good about yourself.

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right
out of high school.
You won't be a vice-president with a car
phone until you earn both.

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough,
wait till you get a boss.

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your
dignity.Your Grandparents had a different
word for burger flipping -
they called it opportunity.

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your
parents' fault,so don't whine about your
mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents
weren't as boring as they are now.
They got that way from paying your
bills, cleaning your clothes and listening
to you talk about how cool you thought you
were. So before you save the rain forest
from the parasites of your parent's generation,
try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with
winners and losers, but life HAS NOT In some
schools they have abolished failing grades and
they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to
get the right answer.
This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to
ANYTHING in real life..

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters.
You don't get summers off and very few employers
are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do
that on your own time.

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life.
In real life people actually
have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds.
Chances are you'll end up working for one.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

A Tearful Farewell !!!

A Tearful Farewell !!!

July the first' 06, the world witnessed the most dramatic world cup football match ever to be seen in a long period of time.
The match was between England VS Portugal , with England being the clear favourites to win it right from the start.But until half time the score line remained nil-nil.
Moments after the break England's most cherished and inspired skipper, David Beckham was substituted after suffering a slight knee injury.
The match was half over for England. Adding insult to the injury , England's key striker and wonder boy Wayne Rooney was sent off by referee Horacio Elizondo, from Argentina(The same referee who sent off David Beckham in the 1998 World cup) for a slight push on Christiano Ronaldo.
There were I'm-innocent-me protests. With Rooney there always are.He is the ultimate grunt - the sort of man that future generations will clone to go to war - a player you would always want on your team, even though you know he's always primed to explode. Today he did.

The sad thing is that Rooney's dismissal came just when England were imposing their will after a cagy first half. Aaron Lennon, on for the limp and limping David Beckham, had just scared the life out of Portugal only for Joe Cole to thrash over, while Frank Lampard should have done better from Steven Gerrard's pinpoint corner.

Yet the sending-off didn't unduly bother England. Sven, the defensive Serie A schemer, looked to be in his element, while Portugal sorely missed the art of Deco. On the break, Lennon's crude speed tormented poor Nuno Valente.

Even at the death England were running, harrying, chasing. Owen Hargreaves, in particular, was magnificent. By the final whistle, the mob that had bombarded radio phone-ins to protest at his inclusion in this World Cup squad were serenading him.

There were many a one decisions that went against england, with handballs not being given penalty kicks,several aggressive tackles by the portugese players ignored and so on..

But then penalties arrived, and the songs turned to howls

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

The World is Flat

The World is Flat

------A Brief History OF-------

- Thomas Friedman

Download : The World is Flat(E-book)

Straight out from the New York Times BestSeller's List in the Non Fiction category, The World is Flat is a brilliantly conceived book by the famous New York Times columnist Thomas L.Friedman.

With the world being subjected to rapid technological change , one must really push to their limits to keep in constant pace to compete against others.
The competition back then was with a neighbourhood guy.
Now as the World is becoming flatter than ever before, a guy in the US now faces competition with a guy in China, India or the Soviet Empire

The days of the postal system is gone far back, while technologies like instant message communication, wiresless netoworks, broadband internet communications at cheap prices,
is driving more and more people to join the software sector for further innovations.
The author notes at this stage , that Bangalore (or any other city in India) is becoming a suburb of New York and Boston.

With cheap costs (almost 1/5 th of the price) , highly educated people available for a far lesser salary(compared to the US) , India and China is becoming major outsourced countries providing
various services right from reading an X Ray of a patient in the US, to providing technical solutions to the multinational companies in the US like Microsoft,Cisco,IBM and HP.

But do countries like India can really become flat?
The answer to the question, says the author , is no.
With less or almost no Infrastructure, poor health care systems,poverty,illeteracy and ignorance,communal riots and caste based segregation(The Backward classes gets more preference), India can never attain to become a flat world , unless all of the above conditions are satisfied.

The Book provides various thought provoking, and arguable issues which makes it a more better read. Though at some places it gets too lengthy , it certainly is termed as one of my
So u better start reading it .......(I have also provided u the ebook, where u can download it from here)
Download : The World is Flat(E-book)

Thursday, June 08, 2006



- Survival Of the Fittest

A Movie review

June 5 , it was ,when i entered the theater, to watch the most awaited
Selvaraghavan movie, Pudhupettai..
And to say i was utterly dissapointed is a bit off the track ,since there were some
exceptional features in the movie..
Well the first i noticed was the camera work (A digital format called Qube first introduced in this movie, worked out so wonderfully) and the other one was the brilliant nerve shattering background score by Yuvan Shankar Raja..

Dhanush with his ever so lean body could have atleast put on some pounds
to act in such a big gangster kind of movie.
He seems miserable while fighting and when raising his voice..

The most miserable aspect of the film is blood..any moment ur in for a big slaugter scene.At a stage, one gets so irritated , that he even wishes for the hero to be murdered and the film to get over soon..

The film resembles many popular yesteryear Gangster movies like ScarFace by Al Pacino and The Godfather by Marlon Brando.. After watching all those brilliant movies i really regret to a great extent watching this movie.

The film has a caption "The Survival of the Fittest". It certainly is, cos it really tests which person can really withstand to watch the movie till the last moment.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Learnt a lesson finallY?

Learnt a lesson finallY?

With the conclusion of the recent five match one day series against the West Indies,
the Indian cricket team has clearly realised what it lacks the most..
A passion towards the game, an attitude to win and last but not the least

As quoted by Brian Lara , one person that could have made all the difference would have been
Sachin.. The Indian team with its highly inexperienced squad,other than Dravid and Sehwag,
was humbled by a team , which most countries prefer to call as minnows.

With careless shot selections , giving away wickets too easily, dropping simple catches and in nunmerable run outs, the Indian team was never in the race to win the matches nor the series as a whole..
Players like Suresh Raina,Sreesanth,Ramesh Powar and a few others provided the West Indian batsmen a superb batting practice,especially players like Lara,Gayle and Sarwan who made mincemeat out of them..

Those people who stayed late night,esp in India to see till the last ball, must have clearly predicted,after seeing the way they played, that this present Indian squad without Sachin can never even get through the first round in the World Cup, to be held next year..

And the inevitable question to be asked now is
Will the Indian team rise again and do something about the forthcoming test series?

And finally let me congratulate Lara for his splendid performance and wish him a great journey ahead in his life , after his enchanting and most memorable cricketing career coming to an end..

Tuesday, May 16, 2006



If some responsible and energetic and a youthful citizen is watching the news for the past
one week, then it would have been no surprise if he asked himself this question....

I am getting enraged as I begin to write this post, just after watching the news
that The Da Vinci Code which was slated for a worldwide release tomorrow
is to be put on a temporary hold in India.
This decision was made by the utterly useless Information and Broadcast ministry
after many catholic organizations had requested to ban it.
The question I'm asking is when this ministry allows such horrible and incorrigible
porn flicks to get released all over India, why can't they allow a brilliant and thought provoking film like The Da Vinci Code, based on a brilliant novel written by Dan Brown, to be released ?

India , being a democratic country, is not supposed to discriminate the issues
and must let the people to decide what is right for them..
If a certain group of organisations feel that this film aint good, then they can boycott the film
among them and not across the nation....

I certainly dont need any introductions and brief description about the recent quota issue
that has sparked a great level of interest in the student's community
and more particularly the media..

I jus cant seem to figure out how India will be in the future , though anyone with the least
sense of common knowledge would dream it to be the next super power , overtaking the United States...
But with the recent quota system being proposed or one can even say mostly implemented
(50 % quota for bc and sc/st in major instituitions like IIM and IIT and even in the medical sector) , I cant even imagine India to be next to even a minnow like China, who some twenty years ago was nowhere is now surprisingly becoming a huge global leader in the field of technology.

One of the major thing that India boasts about it its IIM and IIT 's.
When the government is proposing a higly unacceptable quota system like this,
one cannot but wonder the quality of students being produced by it...

Finally the one thing that ponders over my mind is
why is this demonstration and anti -reservation protests taking place in only 4 cities
and not the entire country..?
And as a Chennaiite all i'm asking is why arent we particiapating in it.....?

Pls send in your comments in this...

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Speech By Larry Ellison

What follows is a transcript of the speech delivered by Larry Ellison, CEO of ORACLE (2nd Richest Man on the Planet) at the Yale University to the graduating class of 2000

"Graduates of Yale University, I apologize if you have endured this type of prologue before, but I want you to do something for me. Please, take a good look around you. Look at the classmate on your left. Look at the classmate on your right. Now, consider this: five years from now, 10 years from now, even 30 thirty years from now, odds are the person on your left is going to be a loser.

The person on your right, meanwhile, will also be a loser. And you, in the middle? What can you expect? Loser. Loserhood. Loser Cum Laude.

"In fact, as I look out before me today, I don't see a thousand hopes for a bright tomorrow. I don't see a thousand future leaders in a thousand industries. I see a thousand losers. "You're upset. That's understandable. After all, how can I, Lawrence 'Larry' Ellison, college dropout, have the audacity to spout such heresy to the graduating class of one of the nation's most prestigious institutions? I'll tell you why. Because I, Lawrence "Larry" Ellison, second richest man on the planet, am a college dropout, and you are not.

"Because Bill Gates, richest man on the planet -- for now, anyway -- is a college dropout, and you are not. "Because Paul Allen, the third richest man on the planet, dropped out of college, and you did not. "And for good measure, because Michael Dell, No. 9 on the list and moving up fast, is a college dropout, and you, yet again, are not. "Hmm... you're very upset. That's understandable. So let me stroke your egos for a moment by pointing out, quite sincerely, that your diplomas were not attained in vain. Most of you, I imagine, have spent four to five years here, and in many ways what you've learned and endured will serve you well in the years ahead. You've established good work habits. You've established a network of people that will help you down the road. And you've established what will be lifelong relationships with the word 'therapy.' All that of is good. For in truth, you will need that network. You will need those strong work habits. You will need that therapy.

"You will need them because you didn't drop out, and so you will never be among the richest people in the world. Oh sure, you may, perhaps, work your way up to No. 10 or No. 11, like Steve Ballmer. But then, I don't have to tell you who he really works for, do I? And for the record, he dropped out of grad school. Bit of a late bloomer.

"Finally, I realize that many of you, and hopefully by now most of you, are wondering, 'Is there anything I can do? Is there any hope for me at all?' Actually, no. It's too late. You've absorbed too much, think you know too much. You're not 19 anymore. You have a built-in cap, and I'm not referring to the mortar boards on your heads. "Hmm... you're really very upset. That's understandable.

So perhaps this would be a good time to bring up the silver lining. Not for you, Class of '00. You are a write-off, so I'll let youslink off to your pathetic $200,000-a-year jobs, where your checks will be signed by former classmates who dropped out two years ago.

"Instead, I want to give hope to any underclassmen here today. I say to you, and I can't stress this enough: leave. Pack your things and your ideas and don't come back. Drop out. Start up. "For I can tell you that a cap and gown will keep you down just as surely as these security guards dragging me off this stage are keeping me down..."

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Crash Movie Review

Crash Movie Review

A review of a brilliant movie i recently saw

Racism collides with its targets during one
thirty six-hour period in Los Angeles. Alive with bracing human drama and blistering wit, the film benefits from the strong directing debut of Paul Haggis, the screenwriter of Million Dollar Baby. In the style of Magnolia, Haggis and co-writer Bobby Moresco weave many stories (too many) into the narrative. But the rage sticks, as do the emotions underlying it. The district attorney (Brendan Fraser) and his wife (Sandra Bullock, strikingly uncongenial) are carjacked at gunpoint by two black men (Ludacris and Larenz Tate). At home, the wife orders the locks changed and then changed again because a Mexican (Michael Pena) did the first job. A black TV director (Terrence Howard), getting a blow job from his wife (Thandie Newton) while driving home, is stopped by two white cops. One officer (Matt Dillon) gropes the wife to humiliate the husband, while the other cop (a standout Ryan Phillippe) watches helplessly. A Persian store owner (Shaun Toub), taken for an Arab, buys a gun for protection. Don Cheadle plays a detective who ties these stories together when he finds a dead body in the road. The acting is dynamite, notably by Dillon and Newton in their shocking second encounter

But this is Haggis' film; his characters, his city, his vision. It's deeply human and empathetic, observational without being judgemental, compassionate without being soft, shocking without being gratuitous, clever and contrived but never for a moment predictable or easy.
From such a well worn formula, Haggis has managed to craft something truly original. Scenes you may think you've watched play out a dozen times before go places you'd never have dreamed. Often darkly humourous, Crash nevertheless throbs with power and resonance. Not only are we presented with breathtaking dramatic scenarios, we're also forced to confront our own attitudes and ask ourselves how our preconceptions influence our everyday interactions, not forgetting that there are two sides to every story: Ryan may be a racist prick, but he's still a heroic cop ; Daniel may be from a bad neighbourhood and have the appearance of a gang member, but he's still an honest tradesman with a family ; Cameron may rightly feel indignant over Ryan's abuse, but he's still a wealthy voice actor who is reluctant for his audience to know he's black.
Compelling, brilliant, gripping, funny, constantly surprising - this is everything cinema should be. Go see, go see.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Craig David

Craig David

Seven Days
My friend recently told me about this song and it certainly
impressed me like anything.... so i thought i can share that song
in my blog.......

"7 Days"

On my way to see my friends
who lived a couple blocks away from me (owh)
As I walked through the subway
it must have been about quarter past three
In front of me
stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body
She asked me for the time
I said it'd cost her her name
a six digit number & a date with me tomorrow at nine

Did she decline? No
Didn't she mind? I don't think so
Was it for real? Damn sure
What was the deal? A pretty girl aged 24
So was she keen? She couldn't wait
Cinnamon queen? let me update
What did she say? She said she'd love to
She asked me what we were gonna do
said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two


took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday

[Verse 2]
Nine was the time
cos I'll be getting mine
and she was looking fine
Smooth talker
she told me
She'd love to unfold me all night long
Ooh I loved the way she kicked it
from the front to back she flipped (back she flipped it, ooh the
way she
kicked it)
And I oh oh I yeah
hope that she'd care
cos I'm a man who'll always be there

Ooh yeah
I'm not a man to play around baby
Ooh yeah
cos a one night stand isn't really fair
From the first impression girl hmm you don't seem to be like that
Cos there's no need to chat for there'll be plenty for that
From the subway to my home
endless ringing of my phone
When you feeling all alone
all you gotta do
is just call me call me


took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday


(Break it down, uh break it down)
Since I met this special lady
ooh yeah
I can't get her of my mind
She's one of a kind
And I ain't about to deny it
It's a special kind thing
with you-oh.......


took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
took her for a drink on Tuesday
we were making love by Wednesday
and on Thursday & Friday & Saturday we chilled on Sunday


Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Indian cricket and its tale of sheer disgrace

Indian cricket and its tale of sheer disgrace

First Ganguly and now it is the turn of Sachin to take the hoglight, as Indian cricket
and its fans shows to prove to what depths it can stoop down to bring the game into
its maximum disgrace.

The disgraceful exit , as commented by famous people round the globe,
Sourav Ganguly was shown the door by the Indian Board of Selectors.
A remarkable batsmen of very high calibre, Ganguly was dropped out of the Indian
squad , just because he had a string of failures in a few test matches..

And then now Sachin is being criticised for his recent poor form..
Trashing Tendulkar for an uncharacteristic failure is much like attempting to dismantle the Taj because one of its walls has developed a minor crack over time. It is simply not done. And the shocking incident in Mumbai says more about where we — as a nation of cricket-obsessed people — are headed than about Tendulkar's own travails in the twilight of an unmatched career.

In the fullness of time, we will know whether the great man's nightmare-run with the bat is a temporary slump in form or, perhaps, the beginning of a much more serious career crisis. But, right now, this issue is less relevant than the fact that people who may have never had the good fortune to let their spirits soar to exalted levels with each Tendulkar symphony chose to greet his first innings departure with catcalls and booes to leave a scar on the not-so-pretty face of the game in India.

For, if the ones that booed the little maestro had had the good sense to look beyond the man's momentary struggles at the crease to the grand monument he has left behind, his dismissal might have brought a sort of heaviness to their hearts and tied up their tongues in sheer disbelief

Then again, for many sportslovers, that is precisely the problem today — they have lost the capacity to appreciate history, to look at the larger picture, to go beyond the most recent stimuli and understand events in a historical perspective.

Worshippers of instant celebrity

Many of us, thanks to the influences of the age in which we live, have become worshippers of instant celebrity. The non-stop dross coming at us from all directions has forced us to wilfully conclude that today's success is the greatest success ever achieved, that today's seat-edge thriller is the greatest game ever played, that today's superstar is the greatest megastar of all times.

When our sporting culture has suffered this sort of corruption, when its essential core has been eroded by these giant new waves, it is hardly surprising that a great icon such as Tendulkar should himself become a victim in his own backyard.

The point is, Tendulkar never promised any of us a masterly century in every innings that he might get to play. We were the ones who set that impossible goal for the little man. That he has failed to meet that unrealistic goal is no sheen off his greatness; it merely throws light on our own foolishness.

At no point in his remarkable career did Tendulkar tell us that he was immortal; we turned him into a sort of superhuman phenomenon — where none exists in the known world — because we were perhaps ashamed of our own all too human limitations and wanted someone not-quite-like-us to look up to.

Never in the last 16 years that he has been dominating our sporting consciousness has Tendulkar ever hinted that he was invincible; we turned him into an invincible champion because we felt the need to bolster our own sense of everyday reality with something supernatural.

The harsh reality of the capricious business of sport is this: every champion that has ever drawn breath, every champion as yet unborn, can be sure of one thing — some day, he will fail. The world of sport is yet to toast a truly invincible athlete.

But, then, in dealing with Tendulkar's failure — or any issue of this sort — it is very easy to find the answer we want; much, much more difficult to find the answer that matches the truth.
But what is not fair — and will never be — is to stoop down to the sort of mindless pettiness that triggered the Mumbai booing on Sunday.

Friday, March 17, 2006

The greatest the world has seen

The greatest the world has seen

NEVER before, never again. After the most astounding, most exhilarating - OK,

the greatest - one-day match, there were no other conclusions to be drawn.

How else do you describe a game that featured Australia's world-record score

of 4-434, then a successful South African run chase? And how can you put into perspective a performance that has redefined the boundaries of possibility in
the limited-overs game?

The final match aggregate of 13-872 looked more like a pinball scoreline as it eclipsed the previous highest scoring game by 179 runs. Using the short
Wanderers boundaries, the thin high veldt air, a pancake-flat pitch and some poor tactical bowling to their fullest advantage, Ricky Ponting (164 off 105
balls) and Michael Hussey (81 from 51) steered Australia to 4-434 - the first
time a team had passed 400 runs in a limited-overs innings.
Having been shown the path to batting's new frontier, the South Africans walked it.
No, they sprinted it. With Graeme Smith (90 from 55) already batting as if he had a cab waiting outside the ground with the meter running, the loss of the slow-scoring Boeta Dippenaar in the second over proved a blessing as it brought Herschelle Gibbs to the crease.

Gibbs is an extraordinary athlete. The son of a world-class sprinter who, because of his colour, was denied the opportunity to compete at the highest level under apartheid, Gibbs had been offered a tryout with Tottenham Hotspur and played rugby for South Africa's combined
schoolboys side. But he chose cricket.
And it hasn't been the smoothest of rides.

Banned for six months for taking money to throw his wicket in a one-dayer in
India in 2000, and generally regarded as a batsman of sublime ability but questionable temperament, Gibbs has angered and frustrated South African cricket fans for a decade. Perhaps now he has made his peace with them. His 175 from 111 deliveries might not have been the highest one-day score but it was almost certainly the best.

The record books now show that Gibbs set a new world record for boundaries (21 fours and seven sixes), posted the fastest century by a South African (79 balls) and the highest total by a South African against Australia in one-day competition. What the record books don't show, however, is the sheer violence with which the ball thundered from his bat and into the grandstands. Or the look of exasperation on Australian faces.
Or the adrenaline coursing through the veins of the Wanderers' crowd.
Those factors made this an innings thatmay never be rivalled in the limited-overs game.

Gibbs received a life when dropped by Nathan Bracken, but was eventually dismissed by Andrew Symonds. By that point, though, the Proteas were well and truly in the contest. Entering the final over, South Africa required seven runs for victory. Mark Boucher slammed the first ball into Brett Lee's shin and scampered through for a single. Andrew Hall blasted Lee's next offering over a short-ish mid-on. He wasn't so fortunate the next time. Attempting the
same stroke from Lee's third ball, Hall instead spooned a catch straight to Michael Clarke.
Three balls remaining. Two runs for victory. One wicket in hand.

Makhaya Ntini steered the next ball to third man for a single. And then , in a shot that will doubtlessly be replayed millions of times, Boucher drove Lee to the mid-on boundary.
As the ball sped away so, too, did he ghosts of the 1999 World Cup.

Graeme Smith didn't have much to say after the match. The smile, the glint
said more than any words could. The choker tag was gone. The team that failed
to qualify for the one-day finals in Australia last summer had achieved the
impossible. Even Ponting, the vanquished captain who graciously handed over
his man-of-the-match award to Gibbs, described the game as the greatest ever

And so it was.