The Art of Shredding…

Hey there’s an interesting post by Aaron Seigo available here, which talks about how this is not 1997 anymore. For me it’s not 2002 anymore. In fact, when I’m made to work on Winduhs (yeah I picked that from Raj Mathur, I like totally copying stuff when I like it) I go like: ‘OMG this system is so primitive.’

So anyway, I played with KDE 4 beta 1 for a while today, and it was quite fun. I can see now how it’s gonna be a killer desktop once the final version is released. (Even that GNOME zealot Puthali might just finally switch. Yeah flame me for all I care, GNOME is sucky!) Anyway, many of the things aren’t working as they should yet. Then I’m not sure whose fault it is, as I pulled the stuff off Feisty-backports. Anyway, most of the stuff are working. By the way, Dolphin, the new file manager, rocks! Good job guys.

Okay, so I am listening to Pantera since I flipped in the evening and I dunno it’s weird, shredding calms me down I guess (tho I’m not really into Megadeth and the like). So I’ve been smoking and using her lighter to lit the ciggies every hour or so. It’s a pretty cool lighter, hi! (Okay its a regular lighter. But I think it’s cool, so sue me!) Anyway, all of a sudden I hear Planet Caraven, and I was like what the fuck is Sabbath doing in a Pantera album? But it wasn’t Sabbath. And the cover was just perfect. Good job guys!! Mushi’s bro Wasim got me into Pantera, it just took me a concert video to get into em. Wonder what’s up with Wasim. He’s a nutcase (in a good way) n’ keeps playing guitar all the time. And then would watch a video and try to figure out what the hell the guitarist is doing. and then try it himself. Oh and he’s way too cute too, even Mushi agrees. So all u chicks out there can watch out for him when he makes it big. lol!! Off the record: I’d a crush on him too.

Okies, me outta here! Adios!!

Blogged with ScribeFire.

Testing Flock 0.9 beta!

Knock! Knock!!
Who’s there?
It’s me!
Me who?
They call me Flock and I’m a Social Web Browser.
Good call!

Blogged with Flock

Strip to Soul…

Iqbal is one of the best fuckin movies I’ve seen this year. So what if it was originally made last year. ’nuff said!

Off the record: Suchos is the the best damn flirt I’ve ever known. She just pulled a Joey on me. ’nuff said!

Adios!!

P.S. –> Porcupine Tree is one heck of a band I’ve begun to fall in love with. Don’t forget to check out the nerve-racking stuff in Even Less Slave Called Shiver. ’nuff said!

Powered by ScribeFire.

Idiot Prayer

QOTD: If life gives me lemons, I’ll squirt them back at life’s eyes. — Noel, a 14-yr-old blogger.

My puter is fuckin dying. Gotta get a new one. Anyway I gotta get this book called The Shia Revival. Saw this hot dude reading it on a jam-packed bus last month. I hope I can manage a paperback. The hot dude was reading a hardbound one. Something about the Shias and the Sunnis are very interesting. I dunno why they keep on fighting. One of my ex-colleagues and former sutta partners was a Shia. She looked like she’s from West Asia or something. But actually she was from Lucknow. My other former colleague turned best friend is a Sunni. He reads Namaz once a day, but I guess he does it outta habbit. He’s a metalhead by default and is currently headbanging somewhere in Dubai.

Anyway, Pam Constable’s book, whatever it was called, was really interesting. I dunno where I’d left it half way through. You gotta like Pam. She writes awesome stuff. You might have seen her on CNN too. She is a correspondent with the Post. Oh yeah, the book’s called Fragments of Grace. You should read it. And once you are done, lend it over to me.

People keep asking me what kinda books I read. I’m never sure. But I guess I like these kinda stuff. Or memoirs. I dunno. I guess if I like the style of writing I can read on, or I dump a book. But I really haven’t read anything for so many months. I feel like I’m getting kinda dumb. I dunno how can my other best friend Gox keep on reading James Joyce. I think Joyce was fuckin… I dunno, I just didn’t like his writing when I tried. But then I really like these Irish writers like Rhody Doyle and Franc McCourt, if I can call McCourt Irish.

But I guess I really wanted to read Alexandra Fuller’s Don’t Let’s Go to The Dogs Tonight, tonight. That’s again a memoir. I remember falling in love with her writing the instant I read the first sentence in that book. That was 2003 when I was a member of the Kolkata BCL. Now, I often go and look for it, but people have never even heard of it.

Please give me a second grace.
Please give me a second face.
I’ve fallen far down, the first time around,
Now I just sit on the ground in your way.

Am I, Zen and Tubai Dada the only ones who love Nick Drake? I’m not much of a singer, except for I’m pretty good at imitating David and Roger sometimes. But I wish I can bring this hopelessness into my voice like Nick’s. This song just makes me insane. It’s so bloody good! Why do good songwriters always have to die early?

Please tell me your second name.
Please play me your second game.
I’ve fallen so far for the people you are,
I just need your star for a day.

I really wish either Mushi or Gox was over here. Cuz I’m so piss-ass bored right now and need some nerve-stimulating conversation. In another one-and-a-half years from now I’ll be 27 as well. But I guess I’d still be pretty much alive even after that. Wish I was good enough to die at 27. That’s certainly a magic number or somethin, wouldn’t ya agree? Not that Nick died at that age, but that bugger Kurt did. Lucky bastard!! No offense to Kurt and his millions of fans. Even I like his songs; I wonder why tho. I wish I liked happy music, but all I find myself listening to are all these fuckin depressing stuff. Maybe I’m just addicted to it. Anyway I guess people liked Kurt so much cuz he wrote simple stuff.

Rape me
Rape me my friend,
Rape me,
Rape me again.I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one

That isn’t even verbose, and still is able to get the message across. Adios!!

Powered by ScribeFire.

When I Come Around…

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
 
Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Am I just STONED?

Good lord! I still love that song. Even after more than a decade since I first heard it. I guess I saw the video, and it was an awesome video. And well… I guess I probably was cursed or somethin cuz the most attractive part of the song for me then was the intro power chords (aye, still is… but hush hush!! I hear they kick you outta the grownups’ club if you are found praising stuff like the Basket Case and power chords). But you know, I wish I had one of those cheap Ibanez thingys. I woulda been playing the same riffs all day long till my folks threw me out. And yes, of course, Billy Joe is a fuckin rocker.

Hey, it isn’t too late, is it? OK so, who’s gonna buy me a cheap Ibanez, which I can use to play these power chord riffs all day? Hey, at least I didn’t say I’ll shred — I dunno how to, so moi neighbors can chill. But then, shredding is real cool too… it just drives me insane (which is not really bad, unless I’m really pissed or somethin). Anyway, the point is… I’ve always been a fuckin awful guitarist — that is if I can call myself one — even when three of us had a band for two whole months. And as much as I wanted to be able to play the bass back then, I never woulda been able to anyway cuz I’ve always been a slack. So, the next best thing is to go get one of those cheap Ibanez thingys, bang those power chords and end up impressing the hell outta the weirdos. Neat idea, eh?

Anyway, in things not so related to the above: I haven’t seen any of my net pals, apart from Jo-not-so-fine, for over a month. Wakey wakey Robin, Gox, Zen, Sandy, Pompy, Vicks, et. all. And my best fuckin mate Mushi seems to have disappeared as well. And the thing is he’s gonna show up in a couple of months and bad mouth me over no big deal. Yeah, well, unlike others, I have two best mates for Mushi and Gox, and both of em bad mouth me when the fault is actually at their end. Assholes!

In other news: Bal has moved to Mumbai. Debs is probably gonna get married in a year and Suhos may follow suit soon afterwords. So, my whole fuckin group from school is all set to be nuked. Pretty impressive, eh? And look at this Jet band thingy singin Move On. Morons!! But it’s so 60s sounding. I love it. It goes like…

‘Cause every once in a while
You think about if your gonna get yourself together
You should be happy just to be alive
And just because you just don’t feel like comin’ home
Don’t mean that you’ll never arrive

Yeah I’m gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Yeah it’s hard
If you had have only seen
Take control
Don’t be afraid of me

Adios!!

Powered by ScribeFire.

Like a complete unknown…

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you
Peopled called you, said “beware the doll, you’re bound to fall”,
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody else that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around for your next meal

Nah! This time ’tis not Bob, but that Jimi person. And lemme break the news to y’all: HE WAS A FECKIN’ GOD!!! Woops, now the atheists are gonna disown me. This fucking sucks!

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
In no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

And and now he plays Little Wing live and I need to fucking smoke. See this post served two objectives. I was also able to demonstrate how fuckin’ is such a fuckin’ cool adjective that comes in handy when u have a sucky vocab and u wanna talk intelligent shit about great people, like Jimi in this case. Fuck yeah! Woops! Adios!!

Powered by ScribeFire.

Signify

Been a long time since I blogged on serious stuff over here. So tonight I’ll give you an introduction on how to write good config files. Following is a valid sample from my production openSUSE 10.2 system:

## /etc/bash.bashrc.local
##
## System-wide aliases & env stuff that
## I've gotten used to while using Mdv...
##
## Ya better ask me whether I'm sure or not
## before ya delete, move or overwrite stuff
alias rm='rm -i'
alias cp='cp -i'
alias mv='mv -i'
##
## Haha, there are colors everywhere...
alias grep='grep --color'
##
## Root's ls is freaking moronish cuz it displays
## hidden files by default, so I'm killing that
## by first unaliasing and then putting a
## replacement highly super-geeky alias.
unalias ls
alias ls='ls -F --show-control-chars --color=auto'
##
## Hiya, this is what a prompt should look like!!
PS1='[\u@\h \W]\$ '
##
## I'm really smart you see. Yay!!

Notice how everything out there is sufficiently commented. Commenting stuff in these nifty config files is for helping yourself realize (in some future time) how smart you always have been when it came to writing good config files. Of course, the last comment on your smartness is real important too. Adios!!

P.S. –> The dashes (–) are supposed to be two hyphens (- -, w/o the space in between). WordPress thinks it’s too smart and interprets it as dashes. Some fecking SMARTASS it sure is…

Where is my Mind?

You fuckin’ die, I said to her. I said, You fuckin’ die, to her!
Huh? What?

lol!! I’m so original!! Anyway, some pretty good stuff is out there @ 4AD. Adios!!

P.S. –> Oh! By the way the image is probably copyrighted by 4AD and I’ve used it w/o permission obviously. Yep, I’ve become pretty responsible and all these days.

Powerslave

What if 1984 did exist? Then what?

Yeah… well, sometimes I do talk deep stuff and as you can see I’m often good at it! Adios!!

Tommy can ya hear me?

Tomboy is good fun! Today while searching for this thingy in it came across the following… 

Due to the fact that the Microsoft server administrators have to recover from crashes weekly, they are much faster that the Linux server admins who have a hard time remembering what to do after long vacations due to lack of administration needed. – Gunman67

Dunno from where I lifted that, but it’s funny. So, u can bet ur ass how GNU/Linux admins aren’t really worth ur penny if u wanna spend money wisely enough that is.

So anyway, to begin with the real important stuff I wanted to talk about: Whatever happened to KG, man? I sorta remembered KG while thinking about something else I can’t really remember. One of KG’s family friends I met in one his cousin’s wedding thingy was this real hot chick (guess that sorta got me excited about remembering KG to begin with?). Now, this hot chick (whatever was her freaking name) was like different than the rest of the bimbos who also quality for the hot-chick crown for the fact that she’s also sorta cool in a way. She acted like boys, only she had long (I mean real long) hair. What’s up with that? That surely disqualifies her as a tomboy for sure. Plus she was wearing this saree thingy. What kinda wanna-be tomboy wears sarees, irrespective of the fact it was at the event of a wedding thingy and all? But she was hot (umm… cool) alright! I mean u know how I’m always uncomfortable with chicks around cuz I never really know what to talk about and wish they’d all just disappear outta thin air or somethin (that usually goes to most of the boys too). But this one was ok to talk to. OK! She’s damn ok to talk to. How about that? Well, fine, she was awesome to talk to irrespective of the fact she had reeeeal long, shiny, straight hair and all. Now, if only I could remember what the hell we actually talked about. I also can’t remember why the hell she was talking to me to begin with. I mean there were obviously some good-looking blokes around and add to that the fact she’s actually taller then me, why the hell was she talking to me anyway? It was the summer of 2002, so I was definitely not into Free Software but rather my only obsession back then was Floyd. I also used to dig W. Axl Rose big time (cuz everyone seemed to hate him?) Anyway, I bet I wont talk to a hot-looking chick (who’s also rather cool) and flaunt my wisdom by saying how I think Waters is the best songwriter ever and stuff like that. Hmm… whatever’s up with that… Oh yeah, her name was Rangoli (what kinda freaking name is that for a hot chick who’s also rather cool?).

Anyway, so it was. I wonder what KG’s been up to? Or maybe he’s one of those Ph.D guys by now? I wont be surprised if that’s what he is now. I mean he was like those booky-types who always crib how they hate whatever subject(s) they are specializing in. But so was KG. You can ask any of those three jerks I’m still in contacts with from school and they’ll all have to say the same shit about KG. The chicks might add KG was cute and all (yea rite, they can share the desk with KG for a 45-minute class and listen to him crib about all things known to us species, and then we’ll talk about how cute he was). I mean KG was weird. You know those mechanical drawing classes? He’d take out the board, clip on the sheet, fix the drafter, umm… ok no more commas necessary. That’s all he’d do. For the rest of the class, he’d just sit idly and talk all sorts of crap things. I mean he was so good at it, he could beat me flat-out when it comes to talking crap. Even Bal and Debs, man. He was that good at it. When I come to think of it Bal occupied the desk behind us and pretended to work oh-so-hard. Dunno why tho, cuz Suchos (his then girl) was in a different section. So who the hell was he trying to impress?

So anyway, forget and forgive fuck I’m outta hear already. I’ve a life you know, so I need to figure the deal with this thing they call NIS, whatever the fuck that does. Adios!!

powered by performancing firefox