Scrapboy - (S)crap Instantly!

Sometimes you wish certain things were never invented in this world - TV, Internet and Women. If you could add a sub list to each of the above( of which Internet and Women alone would be meaningful! ), I would list Orkut and now lately Scrapboy!

If you've not known Orkut, you're a very reserved person or a scientist or an ascetic or a very sensible and should we say, time-conscious person.

Lets assume you're not time-conscious.

If you orkut(verb) too often you might have noticed that you turn green too often because Pankajam, sitting next to you in class, having less of friends, and talking even lesser than thou somehow ends up having more scraps than you. Your problem is that you're not able to scrap easily as your broadband offers a break-neck 12 kbps connection when you believe you've taken a 128 kbps connection. Ain't it? Are your scraps still in 100s? Do you feel you might never be able to get to 1000s and talk about it proudly with your friends? Do you feel low as your scrap count shows how lowly you are to Pankajam?

Don't worry! No need of calling up your service provider and abusing the call-center girl! No need to turn green! Dylsex...hic...hic...^© kinda proudly presents, Scrapboy! (Scrapboy is not a product by us! We only present.), a messenger-ish tool that helps you orkut(verb) more. As and when you get a (s)crap, Scrapboy notifies you immediately of it and you respond to the scrap by right-clicking on the person on your listbox and selecting 'write a scrap'.(Somehow the makers of Scrapboy didn't dissect the two words etymologically to find out what 'writing a scrap' means.)

It also has an interesting feature, wherein it informs you if any of your friends have got a new scrap, provided you right click on xyz'z name in the list and select 'unblock xyz'z scrapbook'.

So next time when Pankajam gets a scrap, you can get to know it and scrap to all your Malas and Saraswathis and Manimeghalais and pray that your scrap count beats that of Pankajam. So go and get Scrapboy and show that holier-than-thou attitude!! And beat your friend today!!!

PSBB: No money back guarantee. Software is free.

My place at the back...

Wait a minute...aren't you...Dennis Rodman?

How many times do you come across people who have a semblance to someone you know very well, say, like Madhuri Dixit and also like Sharukh Khan? In case you're wondering as to whom I'm talking about, its none other than the great......me.

I can see that you're still wondering, just that its on lines of whether you're wasting your time. Trust me, everybody does! So don't worry, read on, waste some time, but I'm sure you'll not regret it unless your net connection is through a dial-up modem.


Myheritage.com is a site that contains a database of 3200 celebrities from around the world. Here's what you get to do in it.

1. Register yourself in the site.

2. Upload your picture. One in which your face is more prominent than anything else of course.

3. Click on the 'Run Face recognition' button and wait.

The face recognition software compares specific features of your face in the uploaded picture for verisimilitude with 3200 celebrities it has in its database and gives you a list of celebrities with whom your face bears any likelihood and the percentage of it.

Its nice fun to sit and watch you being compared with the celebrities.

I tried uploading 3 of my wonderful pictures and got the following results, which at some places left me agape and at some places ROTFLing.



Below is a list of celebrities and the percentage of my likelihood in appearance to them.

Elvis Presley - 50

Will Smith - 52

Jaquin Phoenix - 50

Nicholas Cage - 45

Rajiv Gandhi - 61

Martin Luther King Jr - 59

Madhuri Dixit - 54

Chris Tucker - 50

Norah Jones - 57

Dennis Rodman - 52

Sharukh - 59

Denise Richards - 55

Eric Bana - 54


Don't believe it? Neither did I at first. But after staring at myself in the mirror for some hours and some deep thinking, I got convinced. So people, I could be a singer, actor, politician, sportsperson or a sexy model.

However, there is just one thing that shocks me. How the hell am I looking 52% like Dennis Rodman??

In case you haven't seen it yet...I don't give a f*ck!

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(Y)en Route No. 7

Till recently, I used to travel in a bus - Route No. 7, one of the most wonderful buses this blogger has ever seen, in my life and times at SSN, not because we used to party everyday in it or have interesting females to gawk at, but beacuse of its sleep-inducing cushioned seats - a rare privilege enjoyed by few students in the entire population at SSN.

My sweet spot in the bus used to be a two-seater, mostly occupied by me, during first two years there. It was midway, amongst all the two-seaters. I used to feel that I had my own place in that bus. I used to feel happy. I could read any book, lech at pretty girls, if any, outside, hum a tune, and most of all sleep, without anyone nudging me and giving me vibrations in addition to those produced by the bus, thanks to the shocking shock-absorbers it had.

Seniors were a pivotal part of my college-bus-life. I must say, I had the most wonderful of the lot in my bus for four years. Fourth year, I was a senior. But that apart, I had a great time vibing well with most of them. The most significant part of a person's college life, I believe, is to have a great rapport with his/her seniors. Its a really good feeling to know them, the things they tell you, their perspectives, and experiences, despite the fact that you yourself will be a senior one day. But that is not the heart of the matter. I just can't say enough. If you haven't known your seniors, atleast some of them, during your college life, you really missed something, and didn't live through the experience fully. Thats my opinion, atleast.

There used to be a time when I used to be so 'in' their circle, that I even used to rile one or two among them and get beaten up(in a friendly manner). Gawdd, I miss those times!

Our college is located at the far end of humanity, so long, so apart, that you cannot help but sleep. The thing with sleeping inside the bus is that, even though you might hear horns honk, and girls giggle, if you have a silent partner(sadly I had only males sit beside me) beside you, and if they aren't too bony, you can rest your head on their shoulders and slumber comfortably. Head & Shoulders!

I'm reminded of a really hilarious incident that happened way back in my first year. Wouldn't seem so funny if told. You had to be there to laugh your guts out. Anyways, there was our bus going through Nelson Manickam road, as always. It stopped at this usual bus stand, that was opposite Food World. Immediately, a very old paati climbed up the stairs and found a seat besides one of the students in a three seater. Driver says - "Hayyo !!" and hits his head in despair. Just then everyone realises what happened and we all burst into laughter. Driver to cleaner - "Dei, atha erakki vidu da" ("Get that out of the bus"). We must have laughed nonstop for atleast five minutes.

One other feature of every other bus, leave alone Route No. 7, was 'Bus Day'. Its one of those days wherein you find an excuse to have fun, throwing colours at one another, and whatnot resulting in colossal wastage of pepsi, chips and cake, all by pouring and smearing over each others face. Damn! One of the reason why I didn't take much to it. Its orchestrated entirely with the help of juniors, with contribution of money and whatnots in this way:

1st Years - 60% :((
2nd Years - 30% :(
3rd Years - 10% or 0% ;)
4th Years - Middle finger! :))

It is the general policy of 3rd years to collect money from the other juniors and appropriate appropriate amounts from it and use the rest to run the show. Sadly, I never got to be the collector when I was in 3rd year. Bad math and management skills, I guess.

All that is now over and long gone.

- Posted in the nostalgia of all those wonderful seniors and juniors that I've jostled alongwith en Route No. 7 . You ROCK guys!

Aru - 18 Mos - 72

Its that time of the year when everyone seems to know something about football, catching up with the World Cup 2006 mania thats happening as I write this, in Germany. In fact, I heard somewhere that special arrangements have been made to facilitate the visitors/fans to have safe sex.

But 86866688.72 miles apart there is a poor soul who's sitting in front of his computer and hitting mosquitos by the minute. (Infact I just smudged one onto the monitor)

Rules:

The rules of the game are slighlty different though, and there appears to be only -

Rule 1 - Players are allowed to use only hands. However, at no point of the game is it to be named 'handball', as it gives it a feminine touch to it.

Rule 2 - Touching one another will not be considered a goal, hitting or biting, whichever is possible will be considered duly as one.

Rule 3 - You can have the half-time when you're lucky to be without one another.

Rule 4 - Red card shown to refree forever. So, no refree.

Rule 5 - As far as time limit is concerned, you can either run out of the venue or fall asleep to reach full time.

I'm pretty sure every Indian plays this game in his/her household daily from......err.. depends as to until when such time they're awake. The following are some of the tactics you can follow.

Tactics:

1. If you're opponents are the Mosquitos, you can cleverly turn on the local mosquito repellent or 'All Out'.
2. Don't hit them while they're on your face. You don't need me to tell you how wonderful you feel when you look at yourself in the mirror every morning.
3. Whenever you hear a sound that goes something like this - 'goynnnnnnneeewaaaazzzzznnn', you better turn towards that ear and face the mosquito eye to eye. Though it won't scare them, you can get some time to size up your opponent.
4. If your hands are wet chances are that you feel you have been playing squash. However, it is you who must get things cleared up, if you know what I mean.
5. Listening to the commentary can be a bit demoralising. For instance when the commentary goes something like - "Goyyneee in the midfield....Wyynnee....Zzznnneee...Oh and Zzzznnneee strikes it...strikes it hard...AND ITS A GOAL!!!....Straight on to the face of the goalkeeper...."
   
6. Reading any more tactics will confuse you. So, concentrate!

I guess I have provided you with enough details to keep you playing the game. And currently the scores are -

Aru - 18
Mos - 72

Now once, the game is over, goynnnnnnneeewaaaazzzzznnn..........Shit!

Close encounters of the 14th kind

Well, Close encounters of the 14th kind refers to a breed of bloggers who scribble something in one blog, create another blog, start posting there with a promise of continuing, stop abruptly after a whopping 1 post and create another blog and start music again.

I'm one amongst that breed - wavering, bored, cute and single, altogether in a single body.

I was suffering from writer's block and still do think I suffer from it as nothing interesting seems to come out, and that too I've been writing this literary piece for around 15 minutes now. So I think its chronic.

I'm currently thinking of using this particular blog as a diary and record whatever that comes to my mind from time to time. Besides, I'm known to change my mind from time to time.

I don't feel I should introduce myself or say what I'm doing and all.

For starters, my name can be looked up from my profile on the right column of this page. I've completed my B.E. - thats Breaking & Entering for you. That apart I feel a little bit hazy thinking about my aggregate. It gets me worried and thoughtless. I'm currently pouting and smiling sheepishly. If you'd want to die of a heart-attack, imagine my face.

By the way, why don't birds take off from ground vertically?

My think, its the same reason why we don't walk backwards. And, by the way 'methinks' is a very old, antiqutaed form of usage invented by Sir Walter Graham Neuville. So......use it if you want to....and I guess 'my think' is very much the in thing. It was invented by Count de Monet( aka Koundamani - the thalai of tamil comedy).

Alright, before you scratch your head and before your eyeballs move towards that little 'x' button on the top right corner, here's me stopping. Over. (Roger that)


PS: If you found this post a little bit boring, its purely because of my handwriting.