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Wednesday, September 13, 2006 __________________________________ "I don't want to write you a testi" Old pal Lean Dude is pissed. First, an explosion of blogs. And now, Orkut. From a fairly old post, I quote him verbatim: No!! I dont wan to make friendship with you. I dont have the silky hairs. I dont want to be on the ship that never sinks and I dont know if orkut is a name. I dont want to scrap you, I dont want to give you my number, I dont want to write you a testi (that sounds like a body part) and I dont know if orkut is a name.I have to confess that I'm an Orkut addict too. But what I'm absolutely vexed to see is the mushrooming of several other websites offering the exact same services. It dilutes the fun. When Orkut came up, the invitees-only idea was a refreshing one. And if I'm calling it right, Orkut's popularity is on the rise, especially in India. Therefore, a blooming business idea must necessarily give birth to several other competitors. In this case, it could be hi5 or Yahoo 360 -- services, which don't have anything imaginatively new to offer and work on quite the same model as the Real McCoys. Such was the case with blogs: you had two or three blogging services doing well sometime back, when a 100 others portals jumped in, thereby diluting the fun, and -- at the expense of sounding snobbish -- the then undiluted exclusivity of owning a blog and reading those few bloggers whose writings you appreciated. But, as the cliche goes, things have changed. I started blogging in 2003, quit in 2005 and restarted again this week. Having been away for an year, the blogosphere now reminds me of Mumbai -– cluttered like its suburbs, heavily cramped for space like a western line local, and only those who are distinctively different will ever be noticed here. Arvind also asks in the end: But I sure as hell do have one question.I think so, if this link is to be believed. AR Hemant, 5:29 am | 3 comments
 The September issue of Cricinfo Magazine carries this full page photo on page 42. There's a massive, massive, massive blooper here and it's bad enough to get a cricket journalist hung publicly by his Kookaburras. Not expected from Cricinfo, of all the cricket magazines out there. Can you spot the error? [Click on the photo for larger view.] AR Hemant, 4:29 am | 4 comments Monday, September 11, 2006 __________________________________
 The joys of random Googling! Much to my delight, I found this link while searching for 'Nagraj' in Google Images. Nagraj aur Jadugar Shakoora was also the first ever Nagraj comic I read -- sometime in 1989, I think. I wondered how DC Comics sued the pants off Raj Comics for this particular title. Superman, Batman and Spiderman, of course, are the intellectual properties of DC and Marvel Comics. And of course, for those lesser mortals who haven't a clue who Nagraj, the serpant-shooting, poisonous gas-breathing, terrorist-bashing savior of mankind is, here's the lowdown on the Indian sssssuperhero. AR Hemant, 1:01 pm | 3 comments
The Rahul Dravid Press Conference Quote Generator
 Rahul Dravid uses a quote generator for every press conference he attends. It works something like this: (1) It was great to win/disappointing to lose.Ok, I added the eigth point myself, but if you happen to go through the reports of the last 20 press conferences Dravid has attended, you'll see the quotes are, more or less, the same. Seriously, we all love him for the heights he takes batting to. But fence-sitting to such extreme extents can be a pain in the ass -- not for him, but for the journalists attending these conferences. AR Hemant, 3:16 am | 2 comments Sunday, September 10, 2006 __________________________________ Peepuls, all two of them, listen up! here comes my first tag, courtesy The Boyracer. Now only if Abhinay would respond as well. Here goes. I am thinking about: Whether I would be able to keep my blog alive. More importantly, I'm thinking what's for lunch. I said: I need to use deodorant more frequently. I want to: Get my tush off this chair and rush to the office to finish my story on Glenn McGrath. I wish: I wouldn't have to commute by those aweful sub-urban trains. I hear: A bird chirping loudly outside my bedroom's window. I wonder: Why I constantly itch in all kinds of unimaginable places. I regret: Umm. Mostly nothing. I am: Hungry. I dance: Never. I sing: In the bathroom. I cry: Rarely. I am not always: Quiet. But inwardly, my thoughts constantly blare on a 5000watt speaker. I make with my hands: Booger missles, which I flick across the room. I write: Crap. I confuse: Financial prosperity with real happiness. I need: To eat. Sometime really soon. AR Hemant, 2:50 am | 6 comments
I'm back. Again. AR Hemant, 2:33 am | 1 comments |
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