Thanksgiving day is just round the corner... and thanks to the thanksgiving, i have a couple of days off... I am going to be in chennai during the time.. I have a house-warming to attend... May be I can catch up with some of my friends too...
I wanted to drive down to the place.. but the rains and the aftermath made me drop the plans.. Hope the skies are clear, atleast.
And yes, I saw the Bond, Daniel Bond.. He is pretty cool... Maybe not as stylish as Pierce, nevertheless, pretty good. He is definitely more human and humane. It seems this was the second story written by Ian Fleming (of 13). This Bond even falls in love and gets hurt when he cannot unite with his lover. Apparently, that's why he grows cold and humping.. anyways..
I loved the movie. The stunts (esp. in Uganda) are awesome.. And the locales are breath-taking. The cars and the babes, of course... ;)
I am gonna watch this again.. and probably own a copy soon!
cheers!
Bhaskar
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Been a while..
Been a while since I wrote a decent post.. But then I dont pretend to be such a decent guy anymore ;-)
First, a li'l update on things.. I am watching the new bond movie tomorrow - got exclusive couple tickets for the show from my car company! It seems Ford Mondeo is part of the star cast and hence, these guys are pretty excited about it. Let me update you after I watch the movie. BTW, there's still time if you gals wanna join me at the movie.. call me!!
I also have with myself quite a collection of movies that I got from the US. Maybe I can post a few reviews in the coming days.
That brings me to the update on my US trip... I had a whale of a time... first in Austin for abt 3 weeks and then in NY another 4 days. You would have known it seeing my photo albums linked below. One of them is from my first Halloween party ever.. Awesome! is the word... I had myself dressed up as a pirate and it was a lot of fun just preparing for it!! And then there were all kinda costumes... from the sandwich to the naughty nun ;-)
Met quite a few friends in Austin and the York.. I even spoke to a fellow blogger from here. It was nice catching up on the real world!
Forgot to mention... I got a cute li'l Olympus Stylus 740... 7.1 megapixels.. 5x optical zoom... special image capturing effects and the like... I love Olympus!! (And you 'll get to see more pics on my site ;-)
later,
Bhaskar
First, a li'l update on things.. I am watching the new bond movie tomorrow - got exclusive couple tickets for the show from my car company! It seems Ford Mondeo is part of the star cast and hence, these guys are pretty excited about it. Let me update you after I watch the movie. BTW, there's still time if you gals wanna join me at the movie.. call me!!
I also have with myself quite a collection of movies that I got from the US. Maybe I can post a few reviews in the coming days.
That brings me to the update on my US trip... I had a whale of a time... first in Austin for abt 3 weeks and then in NY another 4 days. You would have known it seeing my photo albums linked below. One of them is from my first Halloween party ever.. Awesome! is the word... I had myself dressed up as a pirate and it was a lot of fun just preparing for it!! And then there were all kinda costumes... from the sandwich to the naughty nun ;-)
Met quite a few friends in Austin and the York.. I even spoke to a fellow blogger from here. It was nice catching up on the real world!
Forgot to mention... I got a cute li'l Olympus Stylus 740... 7.1 megapixels.. 5x optical zoom... special image capturing effects and the like... I love Olympus!! (And you 'll get to see more pics on my site ;-)
later,
Bhaskar
Classic Dave Barry's!
(This classic Dave Barry column was originally published April 16, 1995.)
It's a gloriously sunny day in Miami, and I'm standing in a semicircle of maybe 500 people on a carpet of lush, sweet-smelling, green-glinting grass, the kind that makes you want to get naked and roll around on your back like a dog.
But the people around me are not doing that. They're silent and solemn, like a church congregation, except that a lot of them are smoking cigars. They're staring intently at some tiny figures way off in the distance. I'm staring, too, but I can't quite make out what the figures are doing. Suddenly the crowd murmurs, and 500 heads jerk skyward in unison. I still can't see anything. The crowd holds its breath, waiting, waiting, and then suddenly ... PLOP ... a little white ball falls from the sky, lands in the middle of the semicircle and starts rolling. Immediately the crowd members are shouting at it angrily.
''Bite!'' they shout, spewing saliva and cigar flecks. ''BITE!!'' This is how they tell the ball they want it to stop rolling.
The ball, apparently fearing for its life, stops. The crowd members applaud and cheer wildly. They're acting as though the arrival of this ball is the highlight of their lives.
Which maybe it is. These are, after all, golf fans. And this ball was personally hit by -- prepare to experience a heart seizure -- JACK NICKLAUS.
This exciting moment in sports occurred at the Doral-Ryder Open golf tournament, an event on the professional golf tour, wherein the top golfers from all over the world gather together to see who can take the longest amount of time to actually hit the ball.
I don't know about you, but when I play golf -- which I have done a total of three times in my life -- I don't waste a lot of time. I just grab a club, stride briskly to the ball, take a hearty swing, then check to see if the ball has moved from its original location. If it hasn't, I take another hearty swing, repeating this process as necessary until the ball is gone, which is my cue to get out another ball, because I know from harsh experience that I will never in a million years find the first one. I keep this up until there are no balls left, which is my cue to locate the part of the golfing facility where they sell beer. In other words, I play an exciting, nonstop-action brand of golf that would be ideal for spectators, except that most of them would be killed within minutes.
Your professional golfer, on the other hand, does not even THINK about hitting a ball until he has conducted a complete geological and meteorological survey of the situation-circling the ball warily, as though it were a terrorist device, checking it out from every possible angle, squatting and squinting, checking the wind, taking soil samples, analyzing satellite photographs, testing the area for traces of O.J. Simpson's DNA, etc. Your professional golfer takes longer to line up a six-foot putt than the Toyota corporation takes to turn raw iron ore into a Corolla.
I know that it may sound boring to watch grown men squat for minutes on end, but when you see a pro tournament in person -- when you're actually watching these world-class golfers line up their shots -- it is, in fact, UNBELIEVABLY boring. At least it was for me. I would rank it, as a spectator sport, with transmission repair.
''HIT THE BALL, ALREADY!'' is what I wanted to shout at Jack Nicklaus, but I did not, because the crowd would have turned on me, and my lifeless body would have been found later buried in a sand trap, covered with cigar burns, because these fans worship the golfers, and they seem to be truly fascinated by the squatting and squinting process.
The more time that passed with virtually nothing happening, the more excited the golf fans became, until finally, when Jack got ready to take the extreme step of actually hitting the ball, everybody was nearly crazy with anticipation, although nobody was making a peep, because putting is an extremely difficult and highly technical activity that -- unlike, for example, brain surgery -- must be performed in absolute silence.
And so, amid an atmosphere of tension comparable to that of a Space Shuttle launch, Jack finally bent over the ball, drew back his putter and gently tapped the ball.
''GET IN THE HOLE!'' the crowd screamed at the ball. ``GET IN THE HOLE!''
The ball, of course, did not go in the hole. Your world-class golfers miss a surprising number of short putts. Too much squatting, if you ask me.
''NO!'' shouted the crowd, when the ball stopped, maybe an inch from the hole.
Some men seemed to be near tears; some were cursing openly. These people were FURIOUS at the ball. They did not blame Jack. Jack worked HARD to line up this putt, and here this idiot ball LET HIM DOWN.
But Jack was magnanimous. He tapped the ball in, and the fans applauded wildly, as well they should have, because it is not every day that you see a person cause a little ball to roll six feet.
When Jack had acknowledged the applause, the next famous world-class golfer in his group, John Daly, began considering the many, many complex factors involved in his putt, which he will probably be ready to attempt no later than June. Let me know if he makes it. I'll be in the grass just beyond the refreshment area, rolling around like a dog.
It's a gloriously sunny day in Miami, and I'm standing in a semicircle of maybe 500 people on a carpet of lush, sweet-smelling, green-glinting grass, the kind that makes you want to get naked and roll around on your back like a dog.
But the people around me are not doing that. They're silent and solemn, like a church congregation, except that a lot of them are smoking cigars. They're staring intently at some tiny figures way off in the distance. I'm staring, too, but I can't quite make out what the figures are doing. Suddenly the crowd murmurs, and 500 heads jerk skyward in unison. I still can't see anything. The crowd holds its breath, waiting, waiting, and then suddenly ... PLOP ... a little white ball falls from the sky, lands in the middle of the semicircle and starts rolling. Immediately the crowd members are shouting at it angrily.
''Bite!'' they shout, spewing saliva and cigar flecks. ''BITE!!'' This is how they tell the ball they want it to stop rolling.
The ball, apparently fearing for its life, stops. The crowd members applaud and cheer wildly. They're acting as though the arrival of this ball is the highlight of their lives.
Which maybe it is. These are, after all, golf fans. And this ball was personally hit by -- prepare to experience a heart seizure -- JACK NICKLAUS.
This exciting moment in sports occurred at the Doral-Ryder Open golf tournament, an event on the professional golf tour, wherein the top golfers from all over the world gather together to see who can take the longest amount of time to actually hit the ball.
I don't know about you, but when I play golf -- which I have done a total of three times in my life -- I don't waste a lot of time. I just grab a club, stride briskly to the ball, take a hearty swing, then check to see if the ball has moved from its original location. If it hasn't, I take another hearty swing, repeating this process as necessary until the ball is gone, which is my cue to get out another ball, because I know from harsh experience that I will never in a million years find the first one. I keep this up until there are no balls left, which is my cue to locate the part of the golfing facility where they sell beer. In other words, I play an exciting, nonstop-action brand of golf that would be ideal for spectators, except that most of them would be killed within minutes.
Your professional golfer, on the other hand, does not even THINK about hitting a ball until he has conducted a complete geological and meteorological survey of the situation-circling the ball warily, as though it were a terrorist device, checking it out from every possible angle, squatting and squinting, checking the wind, taking soil samples, analyzing satellite photographs, testing the area for traces of O.J. Simpson's DNA, etc. Your professional golfer takes longer to line up a six-foot putt than the Toyota corporation takes to turn raw iron ore into a Corolla.
I know that it may sound boring to watch grown men squat for minutes on end, but when you see a pro tournament in person -- when you're actually watching these world-class golfers line up their shots -- it is, in fact, UNBELIEVABLY boring. At least it was for me. I would rank it, as a spectator sport, with transmission repair.
''HIT THE BALL, ALREADY!'' is what I wanted to shout at Jack Nicklaus, but I did not, because the crowd would have turned on me, and my lifeless body would have been found later buried in a sand trap, covered with cigar burns, because these fans worship the golfers, and they seem to be truly fascinated by the squatting and squinting process.
The more time that passed with virtually nothing happening, the more excited the golf fans became, until finally, when Jack got ready to take the extreme step of actually hitting the ball, everybody was nearly crazy with anticipation, although nobody was making a peep, because putting is an extremely difficult and highly technical activity that -- unlike, for example, brain surgery -- must be performed in absolute silence.
And so, amid an atmosphere of tension comparable to that of a Space Shuttle launch, Jack finally bent over the ball, drew back his putter and gently tapped the ball.
''GET IN THE HOLE!'' the crowd screamed at the ball. ``GET IN THE HOLE!''
The ball, of course, did not go in the hole. Your world-class golfers miss a surprising number of short putts. Too much squatting, if you ask me.
''NO!'' shouted the crowd, when the ball stopped, maybe an inch from the hole.
Some men seemed to be near tears; some were cursing openly. These people were FURIOUS at the ball. They did not blame Jack. Jack worked HARD to line up this putt, and here this idiot ball LET HIM DOWN.
But Jack was magnanimous. He tapped the ball in, and the fans applauded wildly, as well they should have, because it is not every day that you see a person cause a little ball to roll six feet.
When Jack had acknowledged the applause, the next famous world-class golfer in his group, John Daly, began considering the many, many complex factors involved in his putt, which he will probably be ready to attempt no later than June. Let me know if he makes it. I'll be in the grass just beyond the refreshment area, rolling around like a dog.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Looooooooooong time...
Hola! guys
Been a long time... How have you been?
Here is my manuscript of the time that went by!
http://www.dotphoto.com/go.asp?l=sbhaskar77&P=&AID=4047641&CID=0&T=1&E=Y
http://www.dotphoto.com/go.asp?l=sbhaskar77&P=&AID=4019256&CID=0&T=1&E=Y
Feel free to check the other folders ;-)
cheers!
Bhaskar
Been a long time... How have you been?
Here is my manuscript of the time that went by!
http://www.dotphoto.com/go.asp?l=sbhaskar77&P=&AID=4047641&CID=0&T=1&E=Y
http://www.dotphoto.com/go.asp?l=sbhaskar77&P=&AID=4019256&CID=0&T=1&E=Y
Feel free to check the other folders ;-)
cheers!
Bhaskar
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