Saturday, February 28, 2009

Some kinds of happiness

Some kinds of happiness
Are measured out in miles,
Driving down a highway road
With nothing much in mind.

Some tenderhearted emotions
Are measured out in waves,
Traveling from ear to ear
And spreading joyous tales.

Some ways of religion
Are measured out in heads,
Maybe in church on Sunday
Or rolling with the dead.

Some hopes of rebellion
Are measured out in lines,
A quill and parchment paper
Together with a rhyme.

Today we can stop
Words from a thinking mind
And rejoice, not realizing
The crime in the game.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


The latest meme-y thing doing the interweb rounds these days is Cyborg Names. Yeah, everywhere you see stuff like Electronic Robotic Infiltration Construct (ERIC). Ofcourse they'll be the first ones with their backs against the wall when the revolution comes. (First person to guess the reference correctly gets a chocolate!)

I thought it might be interesting to have a look at a few.

To satisfy my narcissistic urges, my name goes first:

Hm. Not bad. But not good enough. I want more harm-level.
Ah! much better. IMO, if you are borg, might as well be bad-ass noh?

Baccha, it turns out, is pretty dangerous as well:
KP is some sort of nocturnal owl:

Krishna. Well I though this is a better fit for Baccha, but Cyborg Names are *always* true. So Krishna is actually:
Gidwani diagnoses destruction. Apparently.

My bro has quite a short name. So he got stuck with:
That was quite lame. So I decided to upgrade him:

But ofcourse, short names aren't always bad. My favourite one puts it rather succinctly:
I'm rather looking forward to the time when robots (we're the robots) take over the world. My only concern is whether they'll be musically literate. Till then, do keep turning :)

Monday, February 09, 2009


I know of only 1 Chinese name. Chang. There are more than a billion of them and I'm sure they're not all named the same. Yet, I know of only *one* Chinese name.

Therefore, this article is titled Chang.

Now Chang was your average Chinese punter... short, slit-eyes, smart, yellow and worked in an undergraduate research lab in some US college. Perfectly normal. Except for his yellowness.

You see, he wasn't just yellow, he was a very particular shade of yellow. So accurate was his yellowness that the following conversation was oft heard in the lab:

Student: Prof, the Sodium vapour lamp is out again!
Prof: Hm. No probs.. Get Chang to substitute.

And the student went on happily observing Newton's rings.

I would like to point out that this article is unnecessarily racist. What to do ya I've been reading and writing about Ch√Ęteau Margaux (Premier Cru French Wine, may sell for $1200 a bottle) that I've imbibed some of that French snobbery.

I would like to say that I'm sorry to all those whose feelings I've hurt in the recent past: Chang, other Chinese and all my friends whose birthdays I've forgotten. Sorry peoples.... been under a lot of workload lately.

Anyhows. I should go and make my PPT titled "Why I Should Not Be Made Dorm Baap" or else I'll be stuck with extra responsibilities next year.

Adioses (plural of Adios)