What can i say?? :D

Steps to Humour:
1) Observe the picture shown below.
2) Read entry number 14.
3) Laugh like crazy.
4) Then read entry 15.
5) Smile.
6) Contemplate #s 14 and 15 together.
7) Laugh till it hurts.
8) Don't send me a mail calling me a filthy pervert.

I wish I couldn't see the irrationality

Logicians have but ill defined
As rational the human kind.
Logic, they say, belongs to man,
But let them prove it if they can.
 -- Oliver Goldsmith

I'm sick of trying to speak logic to people... And I've finally realised that the statement "Man is a rational animal" has no basis in fact...

Irrationality is the norm... Game theorists have it right... They define the moves in a game that would be most beneficial to the players... But they don't assume that the players would necessarily play in the most logical, beneficial way... There is in fact, built in to their equations, a large probability that only a small fraction of the population would make moves that are optimal for the situation... and people who ALWAYS do the right thing are unheard of... By and large our notion, that people are rational, is wrong... They are as irrational as Pi...

More importantly... in the real world, not only are people wont to act irrationally, they are also liable to hate you if you point this out to them... or act in what you consider to be a more rational manner...

So basically, you may be right... and may even have demonstrated, without any room for doubt, that you're right... but people will continue to do what they've always done and ignore the new method... WHY?? Because... "I've ALWAYS done it this way!" ... And you can do nothing about that... Except continue to be the idiot who wants to do things differently... or the idiot who'd not mind trying things out... even if they may potentially lead to disaster...

Where, pray tell, is your sense of adventure?? Let go! Have fun!! Go out and DO stuff!!! Even if its crazy... MORE SO if its crazy!! If nothing else, you'll have an awesome story to tell your grandkids!!

No It ISN'T!!

Ever been pissed off by Rhetorical questions??? :P

Ever noticed how on people's web profiles they have pics with labels like "that's me... Cute na??" or "that's my Boyfriend/girlfriend.... Isn't he/she hot??" or "isn't my car jus ROCKING???"

Well, no... most of the time the stuff you like is not necessarily stuff I like... so stop asking me with the ASSUMPTION that I will agree with your point of view... More likely than not, when you inquire about the beauty of your significant other, I am going to reply "Well, you know what they say! Beauty is in the eyes of the Beer Holder!" or some such equally insulting thing ("Not enough alcohol in the world!" is one of my favourites... closely followed by "Primates are genetically close to us but not close enough for it to be socially acceptable for you to date one")... Seriously, don't ask me...

So, once and for all, your car is just like any of the other million or so that came out of that production line, your girl/guy looks OK, you were cute JUST before you asked if you were cute or not, and the term 'Rocking' has been abused to death, please stop using it.

Cheers,
Adi

P.S: I'm guilty of using rhetorical questions in a singularly annoying manner myself but you must not presume to compare yourselves with me :D

Ummm... What other purpose???

HAHAHAHA .. .Found this gem outside my institute... Cracked me up, this one did! :D

I can only say "WTF??" and gesticulate wildly ...

I put that pic in for a reason... I think that the city of Bangalore was designed in exactly the same way as Windows ME... By degenerate drunkards....

There are like HAZAAR streets here called "18th cross"... WHAT THE F***??
Every part of Bangalore looks almost exactly the same as any other part... You can't bloody tell which place you're in by just looking around... You have to read signs... And here's the kicker... The signs, or most of them, are in Kannada... Again... WHAT THE BLOODY F***???

AND they have 25 buses numbered 25a to 25y !! ALSO, these don't have a common start/end point... No Sir! it isn't that easy here... These have a common VIA point... You KNOW i'm going to say it... WTF?!!?!

&%@#$@^&%#(@#

What bothers me more is that this could've been such a WONDERFUL city (Their Vidhan Sabha makes Bombay's Mantralaya look like a puny little outhouse)!!

Instead it has turned out like one of those kids turn out.... The ones who show great promise early in life only to turn into useless drunkards later in life... working for the government... designing awful cities... :P

Life is not funny...

Namma Uru Bengalluru

I'm in Bangalore... At this place... Loving the place... Oh and Bangalore ain't bad either...

But i do take issue with the fact that everything, and i mean EVERYTHING, in B'lore shuts by 11pm... Those of you who don't think that that's an absolutely absurd time to shut shop, please leave... I don't need your kind here...

I mean... these guys are nuts... If one wants to have a late dinner at a nice place... one can't... unless one wants to blow up the entire month's salary at the Taj or something... Besides, all city buses stop functioning at 11... And the Riksha-waalahs are actually thinly disguised robbers... They keep asking for extra charges on the meter... i never got that... and they ask for double the meter charge post NINE pm!!! Another absurd time chosen by the Bangaloreans... i don't get this one either, especially since i think the meters are rigged anyway...

I won't comment on the traffic because that is always bad anywhere outside Bombay...

Bangalore has it's merits too... The weather's pretty nice... and M.G. Road is AWESOME!! But that's about it, methinks... I am not counting the merits of staying on my campus here because that's not the real Bangalore...

Humour is humorous only if it is based in truth

I just saw two whole seasons of "Here's How I Met Your Mother" in one, awesomely big, marathon viewing session.
It was... leGEN - Wait for it - DARY!! :D ... True Story...

Life Is Not Funny

No reason for this post. I just felt that i hadn't asserted the non-funniness of life enough lately. So... here is me saying LIFE IS NOT FUNNY... There, i said it... Makes me feel exactly the same way as i did before i said it... Life is not funny, and it tries so damn hard to be funny it's driving me bloody crazy...

Expiliation is always a hair raising experience... So to speak :P

I went to the trichologist today... And, keeping with the highest traditions of the Indian barber community, was subjected to the most painfully atrocious radio programming... Infact, i put to you, my discerning and almost certainly mentally challenged readers, that the barber's prowess at hair-styling is best judged by his ability to zero in on the worst radio program traversing the airwaves at any given moment...

My barber chose a radio station called "meow"... This admirably ridiculous station marketed itself as a women-centric radio station... And owing to some vague parallels between the fairer sex and felines, styled itself "meow"... This is pardonable (the media world having committed other, more hideous crimes). What is NOT pardonable is the insistence of the RJ to start every conversation with the word "meow"... THIS i found most trying... Still, i could've overlooked this misguided brand marketing if the content was any good. Sadly, my troubles were not to be alleviated... The RJ, having meowed to her heart's content then proceeded to expound on the question of whether or not the old joke that women never reveal their true age has any truth in it... This disturbed me on various levels... Why should anyone care? Why should SHE care? How dumb did she have to be to go about dissecting the ludicrous "problem" on a public broadcast service? I don't know what disturbs me more, the fact that she was allowed to go on air with such garbage or the fact that there were plenty of people calling in to comment?

All through this i comforted myself by thinking of the wonderful haircut i would get as a direct result of the barber feasting his ears on this awful rubbish. Alas! 'twas not to be... The music played was not half-bad and, consequently, the haircut i got was, at best, indifferent...

'Angus' reminds me of 'Anus' and 'Fungus'... Not a kind thing to name your child that...

Today's QC reintroduces Angus McPhee... and, just like i did, J. Jacques provided a link to the comic which explains who Mr. McPhee is... I've spent the morning re-reading all the comics from thereon... I blame J. Jacques... Any one who points out my tendency to not take responsibility will also find out about my tendency to get violent and stab people with swords... :P