Classics.

Mozart. No. 25.

Delightful.

Busy

Too busy, doing nothing at all.

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The web continues to amaze me. In this last one year, there have been so many cool things happening to the web that I didn't think was possible previously. Check out Windows Live site for instance. It's so much like a desktop application. Or the Google Spreadsheet thing.

My friend tells me he's downloaded MSN Messenger 8 beta. It's actually Windows Live Messenger. The Vista era seems to be drawing close. You can actually chat appearing offline to everyone else while you're are it. And share folders. Those are features that I'd want.

Google Earth, Youtube, Wikipedia ofcourse, the list can just go on. The web is just getting better. And better. And better.

But within moments, several scientists began to have second thoughts. Fermi became temporarily ill from the stress and worry. Oppenheimer at first remarked that his confidence in the human mind had been restored, but later, quoting from the epic Hindu poem, the Bhagavad-Gita, he solemnly observed, “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” James Tuck of the British Mission summed up the thoughts of many who watched the cloud roil the summer sky: “What have we done?”

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Paying For My Sins.

I’m not sure what it is about these librarians. I think they’ve all evolved into this strange new sub-species Homo Sapiens smile-and-your-dead or something.

I am acquainted with a few librarians, and not one has ever smiled, or exchanged even a “Hello” glance. Probably it’s something about me. Our school librarian always smiled, but I later found out that she had a huge crush on this friend of mine with who I generally was most of the time. She just loved that bloke, DJ, I shall call him. She waved of fines of Rs. 50 and upwards for him, her sweetheart. ( I know I’ll be killed next time I meet him.) She searched for every book he ever wanted to refer to. My spies even tell me she’s been to his house (highly classified and unconfirmed).

Nevertheless, I have never met with such luck. They are grumpy with me. Think of me as a pestering goon. Think I was born to pester.

And they always give a nonchalant response to whatever I ask.

Me: Good evening ma’am. How do you do?

Lib: Now what do you want?

Me: Er, do you have Lord of the Rings, perchance?

Lib: No.

Me: Er, do you have The Shannara Series then?

Lib: No!

Me: Oh, you should be having John Grisham, right?

Lib: No!

Me: Tintin?

Lib: No!!

Me: Eragon?

Lib: No!!!

Me: Shakespeare?

Lib: Yes!

Me: Charles Dic….yes? Yes? Where?

Lib: Search for yourself.

Me: Can you tell me how the books are indexed then?

Lib: No.

Phew. They pester me to no ends. I sat at the library for an hour. Searching for the book. Turns out they have quite a treasure there. I’ll be frequenting it more often now.

And then, they have this habit of talking in hushed tones so feeble, it’s like you’re at someone’s funeral.

Lib: Hush hush hush ppsss psss.

Me: I’m sorry, ma’am , I really didn’t get you. Could you please repeat?

Lib: Hush hush hush ppsss psss.

Me: (I bend closer) (A Bit louder) What??

Lib: Don’t you dare shout in the library!(Quite loud this time) I said, “did you sign in the register when you came in”.

Me: Oh….no. I’ll do that now.

And then, they are all so scholarly. A pair of glasses sit quite comfortably on all their noses. Like they have been there for eons. I once was so bold as to ask a old librarian to suggest some good books to read. And that was the best lecture I’ve ever got. He started, and except for a few gulps of fresh air, spoke at length in a monotone about how each needs to discover his own taste, genre by experience and not by an other man’s efforts.

I sighed in disbelief. And I sighed again.

They get all their lives to read, and read they do. And a lot. And wise they get. They shun the other species soon enough. But they are all amazing. Eccentric odd balls. But amazing people. Just one advice: Stay away.

Placebos?

Things I have before me while I’m studying:

1. A cap or hat. Anything that keeps my head covered. Makes me feel that what's going in is gonna stay there. (Helps really).
   

2. A Bottle of water.

3. My trusty Hero pen, with black ink. Blue ink is pathetic methinks.
   

4. A calculator in which I can punch in numbers accurately without checking.

5. Lots, and I mean lots, of rough sheets to work on, or write on, or scribble on, or draw on.

6. Some tiny toy to mess around with.

7. A list of things I’d like to do after the exams for which I’m studying, which I never get around to do later on.

8. A book ;)

9. Something interesting on my pin board.

10. A nice chair. Comfortable, but not very.

11. Something to munch on.

I have never known any of these to help me, or improve anything. They are just mere placebos. Things that keep me studying.

V - Log

It's my first video. People, please be generous.

Broadband.

No more limits. Yippee.