I bought a laptop V3000 series AMD 64 X2 processor, December 2006. I had a Compaq desktop before that for three years and was very happy with the performance of the system and hence when I saw the laptop I really liked the design the spec list and I bought it.
But within 2 months of purchase the DVD driver conked out I had it replaced then the TFT showed dust particles inside the frame in the bottom half of the screen, it also was replaced then the DVD driver conked out again which was patched together by the service agent. Then the motherboard gave up the ghost in June it was replaced in July in Bangalore. It worked fine for a few months then the DVD drive started acting up again. But when it was taken for service it was fine a small bend in the Metal jacket of the drive meant that it didn’t properly align with its socket and it was again patched up and given back to me. Then in December the Mother board Conked out again. It was promptly replaced and barely in time as it was the last day of my warranty period. Its January 22 2008 today and my Laptop is back in HP service center, with a crashed motherboard.
A year back I was recommending the laptop to everyone I knew and today I would steer clear of talking to HP Compaq for a new purchase. I was so proud of the system it had really good specs for my budget and I had bought the laptop with my own money so it was all the more satisfying. But now I wonder sometimes if it was the right decision may be a Lenovo or a Think Pad or even may be a acer, or a HCl system would have been better. May be brand loyalty isn’t what it purports to be.
I free Lance as a graphics designer, I can’t afford to run to the service center every time my laptop doesn’t feel like working. This is an open letter to Hp Compaq to try and rectify the problem as soon as possible. And please put more dedication into your products.
Shanu S John
But his biggest contribution to the nation was not one directly contributed too. It was from his nephew's ... Ratan Tata. He has created the most respect for an Indian Conglomerate in the global arena. Tata Sons controls 98 companies Among them, Tetley, Daewoo CV, Corus, and now most probably Jaguar and Land Rover. But still his biggest contribution to India has been his dream to become an indigenous automobile manufacturer . His first project was codenamed MiNT, later called Indica which become one of the most successful cars on the Indian roads the car spawned two other siblings the Indigo, and the Marina.
He created the entire Project, in about 144 corers when Hyundai spent 1 billion dollars on refurbishing the Accent. although the project had teething trouble and the quality of the product was not upto the global standards, Tata committed to making the project a success, making constant improvements and upgrades.
now he has gone on to make another great contribution, not just for India, but for the world by creating the 1 lakh car ($ 2500). The car was created by throwing existing automobile manufacturing standards into the trash and creating new production methods, manufacturing newer parts using cheaper techniques. If the car succeeds it will revolutionise the established manufacturing methods.
So here's to Mr. Tata Na his Vision and to more of his kind
The Top Ten '80s Robots (We Expected to Exist By Now)
0 comments Posted by vagabond dreamer at 9:32 AM
We were promised robots. Crazy electronic sidekick or death-dealing automaton of doom, we didn't care, as long as the future shaped up to be the awesome electronic robo-battle we'd dreamed of as children. Flash forward 20 years and all we have are sorry, non-robotic pieces of supposedly innovative crap, such as "hybrid cars," "iPods," and "hope for the AIDs vaccine." Consider the below list a sort of report card, so modern scientists can see exactly how far they are from fulfilling the promises of our childhood.
10. Johnny Five (Short Circuit)
Sure, he might be a little obnoxious, not to mention he has the dubious honor of sharing a marquee with 1980s staple Steve Gutenberg. But he scores points for looking like a robot that could actually, you know, "exist." Also, when he gets angry, his eyes go "destruction red" and he blows stuff up with a laser. Which is classic robot!
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: Nintendo Wii
Good First Steps: Entertaining, good with people, rumored to malfunction and cause property damage without warning.
Lacks: Annoying Jackie Gleason impressions. On second thought"
9. Lisa (Weird Science)
To this day, we're not sure exactly what the hell Kelly LeBrock' character was supposed to be in this film, but we're pretty sure computers were involved, making her at least quasi-robotic. And since it' a general rule at CRACKED to include at least one entry in every top ten list that we'd like to have sex with (see number 19 on "The 20 Worst Cover Songs in Pop Music History") we're including her.
Lacking, Modern Day Equivalent: Kate Beckinsale
Good First Steps: British accent, looks good in leather.
Lacks: Has yet to exit our closet in a cloud of fog and, through a series of wacky adventures, help us come of age.
8. ED-209 (RoboCop)
Forget that whiny, morally conflicted do-gooder hero (who was really more of a man in a robot suit anyways), this big guy was the real star of the show. Save for some minor weaknesses ("stairs"), he' our pick in a fight any day.
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: American Foreign Policy
Good First Steps: Destructive tendencies, suspicious disregard for civil rights.
Lacks: Shiny chassis, dual machine guns, voice that sounds like it was put through Macaulay Caulkin' tape recorder thing from Home Alone 2.
7. KITT (Knight Rider)
Take Mr. Bevledere, add a splash of Stephen King' Christine, a shot of one of the guys from The A Team and two shots of some exceedingly strange man/car sexual tension, and you've got one of the most mysterious robots of all time. It' a little known fact that KITT was not actually a special effect, but a fully functional robotic car. However, to protect the secret of the car' existence, Hasselhoff rounded up entire cast and crew of Knight Rider along with their families, and killed them with his bare hands.
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: Hybrid cars.
Good first steps: Being really high-tech and a car, general air of prissiness.
Lacks: Ability to not explode at speeds of over 35mph.
6. Data (Star Trek: The Next Generation)
He' super strong, fast, and smart, in a pretty standard, robot-y way, but what' endearing is that he really just wants to be one of the guys. Also, he does this thing where he uses the computer by moving his hands really, really fast, which is pretty cool.
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: Wikipedia
Good First Steps: Instant access to a universe of knowledge, generically good intentions.
Lacks: Fast hand trick, suspiciously accurate comedic timing, jaundice.
Is he a replicant? Or just a hard-boiled, genre-bending Han Solo look-alike? It' so damn ambiguous! For the purposes of this list, we'll have to go with the former. Either way, we'll take our young, pre-Flockhart Harrison Ford where we can get him, thank you very much.
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: Harrison Ford
Good First Steps: Being, ostensibly, Harrison Ford.
Needs Improvement: Firewall, Hollywood Homicide, the whole earring thing, distinctly non-robotic signs of aging.
4. Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo (Mystery Science Theatre 3000)
"Wait, wasn't MST3K a '90s show?" you're probably thinking. Well, according to IMDb.com, it started in 1988, smart guy. The equivalent of robot drinking buddies, Crow and Tom taught us that you don't need to look badass, or have exciting abilities, or not be a virgin to be cool. All you really need is massive amounts of sarcasm and snarky pop-culture references.
Lacking, Modern Day Equivalent: VH1
Good First Steps: Brain-splitting levels of self-referential pop culture irony.
Lacks: The ability to not inspire deep-seated self-loathing on a personal and cultural level.
3. The Terminator (The Terminator)
Sometimes, a robot just has to want to destroy all humans, are we right? Also, whether that heavily accented man from the future is here to protect or eliminate us, at least our long-standing Christ complex is finally validated.
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: Al Gore
Good First Steps: Doomsday prophecies; stilted, unconvincing dialogue.
Lacks: Murderous rampages, snappy catchphrases.
2. R2-D2 (Star Wars)
If number one on this list was our older brother, Artoo was our best friend. Adorable, loyal, but just rude enough to let you know he kept it real. Also, did we mention that he spontaneously develops features according to the needs of the user/narrative arc? We guess you could call him the real deux ex machina. (Oh, that sound? That' just our parents sobbing quietly into our liberal arts degree.)
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: iPhone
Good First Steps: Features out the wazoo, small size and sleek, appealing design.
Lacks: Ability to launch a lightsaber fifty feet in the air, sass.
1. Optimus Prime (The Transformers)
Dear lord, where to begin? He' a robot! He' a truck! He' the non-abusive older brother/father figure we never had! Red, white, and freakin' blue all over, he was truly the robo-patriot we hoped for in the next millennium.
Lacking, Present Day Equivalent: Jack Bauer
Good First Steps: Hatred of all things evil, staunch morals, and proficiency with firearms.
Needs Improvement: Receding hairline/paunch, refusal to demonstrate ability to turn into a truck.
shanu
But i do recommend that you watch the movie. ok its about this guy who is on the verge of getting married and believes that every sign he sees is telling him to get married. So its two weeks before his wedding and he receives this Email with a list of names all female and all of them with whom he has had sex with but his fiance is at number 29th and all the others he has never heard of. well the list ends his engagement and thats that and in the rest of the movie he is struggling with the dilemma of the list.
The second story is of this women who seduces men and leaves them in coma with verses of poems written on the walls of the room where the deed happens. she is this woman that no one ca get their hands on. so these two stories happen and these two character go through a lot of moral and social dilemmas.
and then the seductress leaves her drivers license at one of the crime scenes and the police announce her name on the TV. and our hero realises that the name is the last name on his list. and he has about twenty more names between him and the "death Knell" well as to how the rest of the movie turns out you will have to watch the movie, you will love it. despite the name its not graphic and its not full of blood and gore. its funny sweet and slightly humorous take on our lives in this day and age. its about verbs, and adjectives that we use to classify our lives with, it about fairy tails and sarcasm and how our lives have become a constant circle repetitious monotony. Well may be not ours but of the Decadent Western Civilization (we are not supposed to talk about that, and we do no such thing, they are the ones that have no morals)
Oh and let me warn you there is no blood and gore or teary reconciliations on the station platforms, no triamphant returns, no chasing cabs and no broken weddings, no morning flights to Australia either.
Oh and then there are Bambi, Thumper, Alpha, Beta and Fred.
Take my advice go watch the movie, its all about Karma Sutra.
Tribute : Sir Edmund Hillary (July 20, 1919 – January 11, 2008)
0 comments Posted by vagabond dreamer at 12:13 AM
Sir Edmund Percival Hillary, KG, ONZ, KBE (July 20, 1919 – January 11, 2008) was a New Zealand mountaineer and explorer. On May 29, 1953, Edmund Hillary of New Zealand and Tenzing Norgay of Nepal became the first human beings to conquer Mount Everest--Chomolungma, to its people — at 29,028 ft. the highest place on earth.
The names of Hillary and Tenzing went instantly into all languages as the names of heroes, partly because they really were men of heroic mold but chiefly because they represented so compellingly the spirit of their time. The world of the early 1950s was still a little punch-drunk from World War II, which had ended less than a decade before. Everything was changing. Great old powers were falling, virile new ones were rising, and the huge, poor mass of Asia and Africa was stirring into self-awareness. Hillary and Tenzing went to the Himalayas under the auspices of the British Empire, then recognizably in terminal decline. The expedition was the British Everest Expedition, 1953, and it was led by Colonel John Hunt, the truest of true English gentlemen. It was proper to the historical moment that one of the two climbers immortalized by the event came from a remote former colony of the Crown and the other from a nation that had long served as a buffer state of the imperial Raj.
Climbing Mt. Everest is the supreme symbol of man's personal struggle to achieve. As a metaphor; Everest is simple and pure, man versus nature, it approaches a universal understanding of our primal desire to conquer and will eternally stand as a symbol for triumph and failure. As long as Everest and man exist, it will draw adventurers without mercy, leaving no culture nor people untouched. Those who have summitted the mountain seem unable to forget it for a moment, as if the mountain has seeped into their genetic fiber. Others who attempt or merely visit Everest are often equally affected.
Shrouded in mythos and legend, certain peaks reign over a landscape with such dominance they become inseparable from the land and people. While Denali is inseparable from Native Alaskan lore, Everest has dominated the cultures of Tibet and Nepal, long before it was 'discovered' to be the world's highest mountain. Tibetans call it Chomolungma, Mother Goddess of the Universe and to the Sherpa people of Nepal it is Sagarmatha, The Churning Stick in the Sea of Existence. These reverences, add to the magnetic nature of the Everest and the Himalayan Range.
There is something about Everest and its neighboring cultures that intensify our desire to better understand it. The more we learn, the more we need to know. Its profound presence, geography, glaciology, Sherpa tradition, Buddhism, the mighty Yak and even legend of the Yeti draw us deeper into Everest's mystique. By the time most people attempt to climb or visit base camp, they are so obsessed with Everest, the physical challenges are almost forgotten, until of course they reach the Himalayas. It is truly the stuff dreams are made of.
George Mallory responded "Because it is there" to the 'Why climb Everest question', he passed on a sort of permanent approval to those who wished to risk their lives climbing. by most accounts it is not a difficult mountain to climb there are other mountains, which though not as high are far more challenging to climb.
So when the expedition of 1953 set out it was more with an Attitude to do some thing that no one had ever done before, the expedition's was not a tragic one like all the previous expeditions that went before them they did not loose any member of their team and they made it to the top and came back down without too much drama though Hillary and Tenzing were held up at the south col for two days due to snow and wind. And a previous attempted climb by Bourdillon and Evans had to be aborted when Evans' oxygen system failed. The pair had reached the South Summit, coming within 100 metres (330 ft) of the summit. Hunt then directed Hillary and Tenzing to go for the summit.
Mountaineering as with any extreme sport is a voluntary test of human spirit and endurance, against some seriously humongous odds, with out any returns tangible enough to mention. what drives people to climbing is to test themselves against Nature, the weather, physics and their own fragility. For the most part, its heroism is of a subjective kind. It was the fate of Hillary and Tenzing, though, to become very public heroes indeed, and it was a measure of the men that over the years they truly grew into the condition. Perhaps they thought that just being the first to climb a hill was hardly qualification for immortality; perhaps they instinctively realized destiny had another place for them. For they both became, in the course of time, representatives not merely of their particular nations but of half of humanity. Astronauts might justly claim that they were envoys of all humanity; Hillary and Tenzing, in a less spectacular kind, came to stand for the small nations of the world, the young ones, the tucked-away and the up-and-coming.
Both, of course, were showered with worldly honors, and accepted them with aplomb. Both became the most celebrated citizens of their respective countries and went around the world on their behalf. But both devoted much of their lives to the happiness of an archetypically unprivileged segment of mankind: the Sherpas, Tenzing's people, true natives of the Everest region. Tenzing, who died in 1986, became their charismatic champion and a living model of their potential. Grand old Ed Hillary, who is still robustly with us, has spent years in their country supervising the building of airfields, schools and hospitals and making the Sherpas' existence better known to the world. Thus the two of them rose above celebrity to stand up for the unluckier third of humanity, who generally cannot spare the time or energy, let alone the money, to mess around in mountains.
This much was admitted by the great man himself when on Nov. 5, 1998. Sir Edmund surrounded by mountain climbers and social climbers in the posh ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco. The now 78-year-old man has grown a bit of a paunch in the intervening years; his unruly hair and bushy eyebrows are snowdrift-white, his shoulders are slightly stooped and he walks with the hint of a limp. Dressed in a dark blue suit, his tie askew, he looks rumpled and professorial -- but he still has the mountaineer's gleam in his eye.
The occasion is the annual dinner of the American Himalayan Foundation, and on this night more than 900 people have gathered from around the world to honor Hillary and the extraordinary work accomplished by the foundation he established, the Himalayan Trust. Sir Edmund is reflecting, once again, on the climb that changed his life: "I was just an enthusiastic mountaineer of modest abilities who was willing to work quite hard and had the necessary imagination and determination. I was just an average bloke; it was the media that transformed me into a heroic figure. And try as I did, there was no way to destroy my heroic image. But as I learned through the years, as long as you didn't believe all that rubbish about yourself, you wouldn't come to much harm."
To say that Hillary is held in awe by the world would be a monumental understatement. They were not, though, heroes of the old epic kind, dedicated to colossal purposes, tight of jaw and stiff of upper lip. That was George Mallory, who said most famously in 1924 that he was climbing Mount Everest "because it is there." But if he ever reached the summit, he never lived to tell the tale. Hillary and Tenzing were two cheerful and courageous fellows doing what they liked doing, and did, best, and they made an oddly assorted pair. Hillary was tall, lanky, big-boned and long-faced, and he moved with an incongruous grace, rather like a giraffe. He habitually wore on his head a homemade cap with a cotton flap behind, as seen in old movies of the French Foreign Legion. Tenzing was by comparison a Himalayan fashion model: small, neat, rather delicate, brown as a berry, with the confident movements of a cat. Hillary grinned; Tenzing smiled. Hillary guffawed; Tenzing chuckled. Neither of them seemed particularly perturbed by anything; on the other hand, neither went in for unnecessary bravado.
I am sure they felt no Zeitgeist in them when they labored up the last snow slope to the summit. They were both very straightforward men. Tenzing was a professional mountaineer from the Sherpa community of the Everest foothills. After several expeditions to the mountain, he certainly wanted to get to the top for vocational reasons, but he also planned to deposit in the highest of all snows some offerings to the divinities that had long made Chomolungma sacred to his people. Hillary was by profession a beekeeper, and he would have been less than human if he had not occasionally thought, buckling his crampons, that reaching the summit would make him famous. Those who have climbed everest or even visited it are always left with the memory. They must have realised what they had achieved when they stood on the summit and they must have anticipated the worlds reaction but i dont think they really understood what it would mean to them in the years to come. thousands have climbed the Everest after them, some at a great loss and there have been other pioneers who have done other great things like sail across the world solo, but no one was as revered as these two were and i guess the reason was simply because, even though the world simply focused on their achievement at first they must have realised that for them it was some thing to be done and not some thing heroic and hence in the later years they worked to bring about a level of awareness and their whole personae even after the climb was coated in a reputation for decency, kindness and stylish simplicity. Hillary and Tenzing fixed it when they knocked the bastard off.
"Ed pointed the way for the rest of us. It was just such a thrill to follow him."
David Breashears, director of cinematography for the acclaimed new IMAX film "Everest"
"Well George, we finally knocked the bastard off."
– Hillary's first words, to lifelong friend George Lowe, on returning from Everest's summit
"Quite simply, Edmund Hillary shaped the course of my life."
Then Jon Krakauer, author of "Into Thin Air"
Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)
Ahuh Ahuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain
I hydroplane into fame (Eh eh)
Come'n down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We Rocafella (Eh eh)
She fly higher than weather
And she rocks it better
You know me
An anticipation for precipitation
stacks chips for the rainy day (Eh eh)
Jay, rain man is back with lil Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?
[VERSE 1]
You had my heart
and we'll never be world apart
Maybe in magazines
but you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the Dark
You can see shiny Cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
[VERSE 2]
These fancy things,
will never come in between
You're part of my entity
Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard
Together we'll mend your heart
Because ...
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
[Umbrella lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
[BRIDGE]
You can run into my Arms
It's okay don't be alarmed
(Come into Me)
(There's no distance in between our love)
So Gonna let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Yeah Read let's go look....
Because ...
Jay Read:
Yo my umbrella's up when the world is too much
We still ride for each other like Starsky & Hutch
The new school Jayson & Lyric and nothing comes near it
We close to Lorenze and Nia and its nothing really to it
We got Love Jones we could never be seperated
We always find our way home and never be decimated
I'm speaking from the heart we been the shyt from start
An we gone grind to the end to our life re-starts
Come back in another life
An see you in a different light
An if I'm Superman babygirl you know you kryptonite
My only weakness its hard to defeat this
An even when I'm losing it feels so goooood
I can't complain you everything I aint
An compliment each other from the root to the base
Sitting on the top is where we always wanna stay
It a take a meotor to break us and that'll be tha day
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We'll shine Together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
It's raining (raining)
Ooo baby it's raining
baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining (raining)
Ooo baby it's raining
You can always come into me
Come into me
A series of Adverts by NHTSA
We’ve all heard that women want a guy who’s tall, dark and handsome. But maybe it’s time to update that to “tall, dark and handsome—and on a Harley.” Because it seems that since the days of the flicks The Wild One and Easy Rider, a guy on a bike has held a special kind of bad-boy appeal. In fact, in a recent Match.com survey, “motorcycle” was the second most-popular term that women used when searching through online profiles.
So we decided to see why it is that a two-wheeled scream machine ranks so high. Dr. Kate Wachs, a Chicago psychologist and the author of Relationships for Dummies, says, "Motorcycles are still perceived as rebellious, tough, and strong—but, unlike in the past, they're now much more socially acceptable." Like tattoos, motorcycles are often the hidden fun-factor in otherwise respectable citizens. Here, the full story on their allure.
Guys with motorcycles have a little extra oomph.
There's no doubt about it: A motorcycle signifies a little extra ingredient in a guy—a little extra testosterone in a world of sensitive men. Hey, sensitive metrosexuals are great, but some women still like a little cave with their man. "A man on a bike exudes independence, self-reliance, and fearlessness," explains Michelle Midyette of Santa Fe. "He has nothing but leather between him and certain harm—clearly, he freely embraces risks and has a lust for life." Yes, that rebel vibe can work its magic.
But of course, this little extra oomph can be a double-edged sword. On the one hand, he's more masculine than the average pencil-pusher; on the other hand, "you need the tough-boy exterior balanced by a kinder, softer side when you're off his ride," observes Dennie Hughes, relationship columnist at USA Today and author of Dateworthy: Get the Relationship You Want. No problem, says Midyette: "Almost all the bikers I've ever known — and I make sure to introduce myself to most that cross my path — have been sweet, big-hearted, intelligent men.”
Guys with motorcycles offer instant invigoration.
Riding along on a bike, you can feel of the wind in your... er, helmets, which makes a lot of women swoon. "I don't care if it's raining, snowing, whatever—if I am in a bad mood and my biker says 'get your leathers on,' and five minutes later I'm catching the wind, that's always a mood-booster," says Georgia Tillery of Ocean Beach, CA. "There's nothing like that kind of wind blowing in my face—even the dirt in my pores and the occasional bug in my teeth is worth it," agrees Christine Hall of Carlsbad, CA.
Guys with motorcycles thrive on spontaneity.
A guy with a bike is no doubt the sort of fella who’s likely to say, “Let’s go for a ride” on the spur of the moment. If the mood strikes to head for the hills, the seashore, or anywhere else, he’s likely to seize the moment on his bike. And he’ll take his date along for the fun. "With a motorcycle, you're guaranteed two things: Speed and convenience," says Mark Byron of Los Angeles, so you can go wherever your whim and wheels want to take you. Another benefit: "It's a lot easier to find parking close to a restaurant," points out Max Perez of San Francisco—making dinners out all the more convenient.
Guys with motorcycles are the only match for ...girls with motorcycles!
Of course, tons of women have motorcycles themselves and are avid riders—and that's why they search for biker guys: To complement their sassy self-image. "Of course I have to search for a guy with a bike," says JoMarie Spagnola of Atlanta, GA. "Who else is going to keep up with me on my 2001 Yamaha V-Star?" Just remember this, says Hughes: "Between two motors, the wind, and neither of you wanting to get too distracted from the road, motorcycle riding doesn't exactly make for meaningful conversation." Make sure you've got other things in common besides four-stroke engines, otherwise you might be headed for a relationship ditch.
Guys with motorcycles make even the most empowered women feel girly.
In this day and age, women are the masters of our own destiny. No longer do we look to men for power, permission, or affirmation. And as great as that is, there's a part of many of us that likes to be a li'l lady once in a while. "The back of my guy's bike is the only place I'll let a man (literally) take the front seat. I’ll give up my independent power to wrap my hands around his middle and put my trust in him for just that small while," says Amy Kaye of Brooklyn, NY. "It's a little taste of being old-fashioned. That's a great feeling—at least for a little while.”
Dating a biker dude gives a woman an excuse to tap her wild side.
If you’ve ever wondered about what your bad-girl side would look like, this is the opportunity to find out. Surely you won’t be hopping on the back of a Harley in a camisole, prairie skirt and heels. Nope, this is your chance to shine in jeans, boots—and whatever black leather is lurking in your closet. None to be found? No worries! Anything casual will do the trick. Notes Vin Amendola, a guy with a bike in Middle Village, NY: "At any age, a woman looks sexy and rebellious on a bike—even if, in real life, she just dropped off the kids off at soccer practice."
Of course, some women don't dig the biker thing at all. "To tell you the truth… I'd rather date a guy with a convertible," says Dale Chestnut of Albany, NY. "No helmet required, and you can drink coffee and wear short skirts." To which we say: Doll, you're born to be mild.
Amy Keyishian is a New York-based freelance writer who loves anything on wheels, as long as it's a Honda. Her work has appeared in Cosmopolitan, Maxim, Men’s Fitness and Nerve.com.
i was watching a Episode of Law and Order Special Victims Unit, in this episode they dealt with a serial killer who abducted woman and tortured them and then killed them. he then dumped the bodies in remote locations. then he went back to see the dead bodies, the profilers said, that made him feel like God. after he had killed 12 or 13 victims the FBI profiler working on the case killed himself in depression. His protege a young female agent works with SVU after the 23 victim who was found along with a young man shot in the head. Its later discovered that the young FBI agent found the serial killer and killed him, but she realised that he had another victim some where and needed help finding her.
The SVU finds this out and tries to Convict her, in the end during a face off with the SVU the agent says
"Those Who Fight Monsters, Should Make Sure That They Don't Become Monsters Too"
and takes her own life.
That and the movie Shoot Out At Lokhandwala movie set me thinking. I mean i have always been a huge proponent of the way the Israelis have lived. situated in a hostile corner of the globe they always took the threats to them selves or their land head on. they took out the Iraqi's Nuclear plant before it was completed or be it the rescue of the Hijack victims of the Air France 747, or taking Golan Heights, they always followed an aggressive policy of protecting their own, any where in the World.
So the question I asked my self and i have asked it at every instance when a case against any criminal takes ages and ages to resolve or a conflict over capital punishment arises, is it really that wise to keep confirmed criminals on trial for ages and then put them away in jails, i.e. if they cant wriggle out of it using their political influence or by throwing around their money, first, where they get fed, clothed, and get more protection than any of their respective victims, while the families of the victims try and cope with the loss of a loved one or the trauma of the incident. is it such a bad idea to summarily execute multiple murderers, or rapists or child molesters or terrorists. is the idea of rapid response squads that have the right to shoot to kill terrorist cells that bad?.
most of you will point out that such measures will remove the thin line that differentiates us from such criminals, or that since we cant give lives we cant take lives, but dont we have the right to protect our selves from fanatics, sickos and psychopaths. Why should society pay for the up keep and well being of these people who were a menace, why should we take the risk that a pardon or a jail break will release these people back into the mainstream of society?
I don't claim know every thing and any thing about life, but is it right that our forces and police constantly loose people to terrorist attacks because they are not actively allowed to follow the enemy home and destroy the base. is it right that the perpetrator of the Nithari killings is still alive after taking the lives of all those children?
so my question is when does it become right to kill a person who has been proven beyond doubt to be a criminal when can we bypass the criminal justice system because the crime is so repugnant that hardened law enforcement officers gag at the sight, or one of our soldiers defending our territory while keeping all those international treatises in mind, is captured and tortured to an extent where his own family and comrades can not recognise the body.
I don't pretend to know the answers to all these questions but i do support the statement that to keep our own sanity in check and to protect our own, if we do have to become monsters to hunt down monsters i dont see the wrong in that.
A lone dew on the long lost leaf,
Greener than a thousand dusty cactus...
They call my name...yearn my touch,
Whisper in my dreams
"When will you come back to us?"
... A lone tear on the wrinkled cheek...
Brighter than a thousand splendid suns,
A forgotten name, lost in its shame...
Say "ash to earth, we meet again brother"
URMI
Hawaiian roller coaster ride ..... Song for the day
0 comments Posted by vagabond dreamer at 7:19 AM'Ano 'ai ke aloha e
Aloha ae aloha e
A nu ay ki aloha e
There’s no place I’d rather be
Then on my surfboard out at sea
Lingering in the ocean blue
And If I had one wish come true
I’d surf till the sun sets
Beyond the horizon
A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
Lawe mai i ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride
A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
La we mai iko papa he na lu
Pi'i na nalu la lahalaha
O ka moana hanupanupa
Lalala i kala hanahana
Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one
Helehele mai kakou e
Hawaiian roller coaster ride
There’s no place I’d rather be
Than on the seashore dry, wet free
On golden sand is where I lay
And if I only had my way
I'd play til the sun sets
Beyond the horizon
Lalala i kala hanahana
Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one
It’s time to try the Hawaiian Roller coaster ride
Hang loose, hang ten, howzit, shake a shaka
No worry, no fear, ain't no biggie braddah
Cuttin' in, cuttin' up, cuttin' back, cuttin' out
Frontside, backside, goofy footed, wipe out
Looking for the wipeout
Let's get jumpin', surf's up and pumpin'
Coastin' with the motion of the ocean
Whirlpools swirling, cascading, twirling
Hawaiian roller coaster ride
There’s no place I’d rather be
Then on my surfboard out at sea
Lingering in the ocean blue
And if I had one wish come true
I’d surf till the sun sets
Beyond the horizon
A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
Lawe mai i ko papa he'e nalu
Flyin by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride
A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
La we mai iko papa he na lu
Pi'i na nalu la lahalaha
O ka moana hanupanupa
Lalala i kala hanahana
Me ke kai hoene i ka pu'e one
Helehele mai kakou e
Hawaiian roller coaster ride
"@#$$@#" i mumbled to myself. i hate Bangalore autowalas, well i had left work late at night and these autowalas were asking like almost a 100 bucks for barely a 4 kilometer trip, and to top it all it had started raining and i resigned my self to a long walk home. then i saw this girl, standing a little down the road and trying down to flag an auto, too. i didnt give it much thought and started my hike. but as i passed her another auto stopped and we told him our destination at the same time which coincidentally were close by so i suggested we share an auto and pay the preposterous amount they were quoting , it was ten in the night and we were getting wet and hungry,but when they saw two of us together the prices went up accordingly, we we then decided to take a walk, we got to talking and we realized that we had a lot in common. She was a Mallu working in oracle, and was living barely a kilometer from my place, we ultimately hitched a ride on a returning cab from one of the thousands that roam Bangalore, shuttling Staff of one multinational or the other, half way into our trek. drenched and soaked to the bone we gratefully climbed into the back of the cab and settled down for the journey down Airport Road. we got of at Domlur and we went our separate ways. i thought she was smart, talented and intelligent. I really liked her and I thought I had gained her as another friend in this city.
Well it wasn't meant to be i called her a few days after the walk in the night. but she told me that she had too many friends and didn't want another one and any way she didn't like coffee much. so hey If your reading this it was fun to take a walk in the rain and i still think you should have taken my jacket it would have kept you slightly dry and oh I'm sorry i think that i blabbered a lot that day.
i read a new year blog by a fellow blogger named Smriti. and it set me thinking about my new year celebrations over the years. Well most of the new year parties were spent with my family some with friends and some with cousins. but two stand out. two years back i was in the deepest shit any one could imagine. life was crappy, every thing that could go wrong had gone wrong or was progressively going down the drain, well 2005 was ending and the year had been shitty, the only high point was my birthday party and the internship in bombay Local trains and all. that should tell you how bad the year was. i mean dont get me wrong the intership was good the company was good to me and i really made some really nice friends but the comute was a bitch. so i had pretty much resigned my self to the fact that my life had gone down the fox hole and i could never ever get it back, infact i didnt think i wanted it back. so i was brooding in my room, didnt want to go home even and then moose came along, asking me what plans i had.well i told him the truth i had no plans, our town was, well is a small one and there are only a few noteable parties and one was at a place called On The Rocks, and he said he had a friend who could get us in, no girls no dates just us guys. well with a lot of reluctance and a ton of misgivings i gave in to his insistance and off we went. we waited for about one hour for Moose's friends to show up and they didn't so i knew the night was going the way like the rest of the year and was resigned to home finally that he had dragged me out of campus. though i wasn't thrilled about the fact that id have to face my parents after i'd blown them off earlier that evening.
But Moose wasn't going to give up and neither was he going to let me give up and we waited another fifteen minutes, when one of our friends showed up, and we decided to get our own tickets and finally go in, so we went in got our complimentary drinks got a table in a corner and sat and chatted for a while when our friend joined us, three tables down there was a trio of ladies, one Indian and two foreigners, and well they were real cute looking, and Moose and Jassi wanted to dance but as usual they wanted me to front the operation, so i got up with the two hulklings flanking me, i walked upto their table and the moment i look around hulkling one was still at our table and hadn't moved and hulkling two was at the buffet table, well i asked Claire to dance and stated that my mates would like to ask Shaheen and Breeda to dance too well we danced they joined us for dinner later and we brought in 2006 with them, it was fun we went home and found out that even though i had said i wasnt coming home earlier that evening, dad had got vodka for me and mom had kept food out for both of us, the next day was sunday we met those guys at church again in the morning it was a good new years, it wasn't good because we picked up Foreigners, or we had fun with some really awesome girls, it was good because i realized no matter how bad things were good friends will always be around to help u out, push you around or even bug you when your down, they will never let you be alone, second no matter how bad things are and how bad you've been your family will still be around.
the second memorable one was last year, well now the year before last, end of 2006 i had had a good year i was straightening my life out my friends had helped me a lot and i did not want to spend the new years with any one else but people i held really close to me and for some reason or the other most of them including mom and dad couldn't be there so it was me Mudassir, and Vineet on top of a hill we sat there with Kurkure, Lays, and Pepsi we chatted about things, listened to music and talked a little more, we were there till nine, then the others went home and i went to the station to pick Mini up she came down from Delhi for new years, we bought a bottle of Mr. Smirnoff's finest, Orange twist to be exact, a Big bottle of more Pepsi and a bunch of movies. we got Casablanca, Pretty Woman, Die Hard, Lilo And Stitch, A Walk In the Clouds, Titan AE, and Schindler's List and A Street Car Named Desire, Me and Mini Dragged the couch to the Dining room popped the Movies into the DVD player and got Cosy in a blanket, opened the bottle and talked talked about a lot of things the movies, past girl friends, boyfriends, and the future.
Well again i don't know much and im not into partying much I'm not with my really close friends oh and this new years i spent in an hotel lobby wearing my Favorite Tommy jacket and reading a book in Bangalore, and it was fun too i missed my friends and most of them were alone too spread as we are through out the country. I missed mom, dad, and all my friends. but life just seems to be getting better, there's a long way to go, hey but as a friend recently reminded me "A journey of a thousand miles Begins with But one step"i believe i've just started running again. So here's to another year and Cheers to every thing that makes life worth living.
song for the day -- Burning Love - Elvis. for you Bhavna
0 comments Posted by vagabond dreamer at 8:54 AMI feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
Its burning through to my soul
Girl, girl, girl
You gonna set me on fire
My brain is flaming
I dont know which way to go
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
I feel my temperature rising
Help me, Im flaming
I must be a hundred and nine
Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me
I just might turn into smoke
But I feel fine
Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
And you light my morning sky
With burning love
Its coming closer
The flames are reaching my body
Please wont you help me
I feel like Im slipping away
Its hard to breath
And my chest is a-heaving
Lord almighty,
Im burning a hole where I lay
Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
With burning love
Ah, ah, burning love
Im just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
and daced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward i've climbed, and joined the tumbling of sun-split clouds
and done a Hundred things you have not dreamed of,
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
hovering there, i've chased the shouting wind along
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air .....
up up the long, delirious,
burning blue i've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
where never lark nor ever eagle flew
and while with silent lifting mind ive trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand, and touched the face of GOD
