tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88360662011-07-31T15:35:50.736+05:30A sometimes serious, sometimes fun collection of my writings, readings and online activities...Deepak Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17412436466027473098noreply@blogger.comBlogger1631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836066.post-3577013269030175982009-10-17T22:40:00.003+05:302009-10-17T22:51:06.230+05:30

Yep, that's it, I've been smoke-free for over 6 months.I "quit" on April 10. October 10 made it 6 months of not sucking on the demon weed. I use the quotes because I didn't really quit - I reverted to being a non-smoker and my sub-conscious accepted that and didn't try to push me to smoke again. Evil friends tried to get me back on but, I being a non-smoker, the darn ciggies they shoved into my

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I'm close to day 40 after having reverted to being a non-smoker. The usual cravings have either disappeared or weren't triggered at all by what I thought would trigger them.The past couple of days have been frightening, though, because my body thinks I'm still a smoker and is producing massive amounts of mucous to replace the mucous dried out by the smoke. Only, there isn't any smoke so there

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Regardless of whatever mental games I'm playing with myself by, "reverting to being a non-smoker" rather than, "quitting smoking", the fact remains that 28 years of smoking have more or less killed the majority of the taste buds in my mouth and nose.After 21 days of non-abuse, these taste buds apparently re-grow and throw your whole eating and drinking experience out of gear.My favourite beer

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It has been surprisingly easy to stay smoke-free.One thing I've realised that the triggers I thought were operational in getting me to reach for a cigarette weren't the real triggers. Stress wasn't a trigger. A glass of beer wasn't one either. A spat with a loved one wasn't. All the messages I had been getting as to why I smoked were patently false.The trigger for me, surprisingly, was

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The electricity company (don't get me started on incompetence) subjected us to 9.5 hours of no electricity, thanks to its incompetence and corrupt officials. Let them sue me for saying that, I'll mobilise all of Pune and ride them out on a donkey, tarred and feathered.However, the point of this post is that the temptation to smoke out of sheer boredom was so strong, I nearly succumbed.What saved

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I find that the biggest temptation to reach for a ciggy isn't while drinking or when I'm tense. It's, hold your breath, when I'm BORED!I had never realised that I had gotten into the habit of reaching for a cigarette when I was bored. I always thought I smoked when events such as morning tea, post-lunch, evening cocktail, tension at work, etc., were triggered.I thought I chain-smoked while

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By reverting to being a non-smoker, I seem to be in a zone that those who quit smoking can never enter.This is day 13 or something since I reverted to being a non-smoker.I feel no anxiety, temptation or worry at not having a cigarette anywhere near me at any time.In contrast, almost each of my attempts to quit in the past have led to a satisfying puff within 7 days.I think that was because I

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I thought it would be effing difficult to handle the rejection.Wasn't bad at all.Couple of urges every eight hours.Easily handled.

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This is day 7 of my reversion to being a non-smoker.Today I got an email from someone very dear to me, misunderstanding completely my enthusiastic mail to her that I was once again a non-smoker. She thought that I wanted to provide proof to her. I just wanted to share with her the process.She also cut off communication on an unrelated matter. I call it a misunderstanding, she'll probably call it

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I've been a smoker (tobacco only) for almost 30 years. Been a heavy smoker for the last few (about the last 20... LOL).Made many attempts to quit too. Sometimes to impress various females ("For you, I'd do anything"). Those were rare but it was a given that I'd be smoking while out of her sight. Sometimes to try and exert some kind of control over my life - "DO I OWN MY LIFE OR NOT?" my mind

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I was really called, "Chairman" by the waiter at an Irani restaurant we frequented. So there, I have official claim to being, "Chairman". Being a Chairman, it devolves upon me to say, so here am I saying:You big, fight more. Small, fight less and wiserGirlfriend convinced you want her sister. If girlfriend have no sister, convinced you want BFF. Can't win this one. Just keep sending flowers.Avoid

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She walks in at will, ignoring the geriatric doggies.She refuses to make friends with me. I'll admit, I'm a doggie person and I deal with her the way I would a doggie.I open my arms.She stares directly into my eyes, ignoring whatever gesture I essay to make friends.If I approach, she leaves.Cats are apparently not doggies.She's clean, though, and lets me have my bed when I want it, which is more

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I don't care who you are, Mr. Catholic Politician, I do not take kindly to Police Personnel in my Church.Whoever you are, suited and booted and greeting the wannabes in your suit, STAY OUT OF MY CHURCH! If you want to attend mass in safety, organise one at your home.SPARE US THE UNIFORMS that create anxiety.You've made it to Parliament or whatever. Very good. Now stop throwing your weight

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To Keefie's relief (I hope, since he's the only one who follows it) this blog is now alive again.However, It's now no longer going to be available all over the internet. This is my private space. If you're reading this, it's by invitation. Keefie is automatically invited. 'nuff said.This is my space, a very private space.I shall vent here. Subscribe at your risk.Deepak

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This blog is now at an end.I've decided to concentrate on my Deeply Simple blog. I was never one to reveal details of my inane daily existence anyway.I find it better to tackle the task of making complex internet and computer related issues easy to understand.You might enjoy it, Keefie. Or Keefie.Deepak

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Glutton for punishment, aren't you, Keefie? So you tagged me. Huh! You tagged me with "The Damned Book Tag" and blogger honour dictates that I follow the requirements of the tag.So here goes:1. Pick up the nearest book of at least 123 pagesThe nearest book happens to be "Services Marketing: Integrating Customer Focus Across The Firm". Hey! Don't shoot me, you said, "the nearest book" not "the

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That title, Ladies and Gentlemen, refers to Penguin's book on the acceptance of Indian English (or Indlish or Hinglish) on the global platform and not to any kinky skulduggery in the bedroom.So you think the Americans have kidnapped English? Think again.Read all about it in Amrit Dhillon's article in The Telegraph.Deepak

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No, really, this is about my Best Friend's Wedding!Ashish, my best friend, got married, see? In Bangalore, where he and his bride reside. I was Best Man and Toastmaster. Photographs in slideshow follow. Goa can wait. The wedding was on the 3rd of Feb but well, we all go in for big fat Indian weddings, even if they're Anglicised.You might need Flash Player to see the slideshow. Google "Flash

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Okay, Keefie, you asked for it, so here it is, the start of the Great Goan Adventure that ended with my sisters horrified, my brothers-in-law confused out of their wits and my nephew desperate to buy Playboy gear to impress his friends.It all began with us going to Goa, as it must, of course. Since I don't know what comes before Part Ducks, this is Part Uncs. Deal with it.We went in a Chevrolet

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I don't usually go mushy over pets but here are Rasputin and Flossie being, well, cute. Usually they fight like dogs. I guess it's the cold weather...Deepak

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Spent a week in Goa!What an adventurous week! Expect posts on the prawn curry and King's beer and other Goan stuff.Awaiting photographs from sisters and brother-in-law so I can tell you the story of Indian lobsters that have no claws, pork sorpotel that wasn't sorpotel, the over-generous bartender and other succulent tales.Glad to see that, even if malls and stuff have come up in Goa, the locals

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Regardless of what anyone says about Flat Worlds and outsourcing, these (good and cheap) are mutually exclusive terms.What makes me say this? A post at a freelance site that's offering $1.5 per 400 word article for "quality". And 3 articles per day.I can put 400 words together. How'd the seeker like, "the of and it by for pune kirkee chapter shoe shock..." and so on?I can do it for $1.5. I can

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For once, I disagree with Seth Godin, on the subject of speaking in public.Seth says, if you have nothing to say, say nothing and sit down.I say, it's all practice.Whether you have anything to say or not, if presented with the opportunity to speak in public, do so. Make a fool of yourself a couple of times.When it is time to pitch the GREAT IDEA, you'll do it with aplomb.Nothing can beat

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How Deepak Morris got his unusual namePre-Independence, undivided India. Solomon Moses Penkar, young, ambitious and, above all, disciplined, was in Karachi (now in Pakistan) to fulfill a government contract. Starting out as a carpenter, he had shown astute business acumen and had quickly become a leading light in his Jewish community, taking on road building contracts and executing them with a

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Into the second day of the ScriptFrenzy mania and already I'm thinking:What's the use? No one's gonna read itWhat's the use? No one's gonna stage itI'd rather write 500 words of drivel that 5 people read than 750 words of drivel that millions might read. Isn't that amazing?Be that as it may, my last night's effort is up at:http://simplynovels.blogspot.com/If Pingoat or any other ping thinks

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Yep,I've signed up for ScriptFrenzy's challenge: write a full-length play in a month, starting June 1st.Act I, Scene 1 of "Stage Right" is up at my Novels Out There blog (whaddya hexpect?). And to Keefieboy and Mamaduck, yes, it's "Noises Off" reworked, India style.*grin*Deepak

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Get outta here! Bachelors and salad?Yes and yes and let's get down to it.First of all, raw vegetables generally taste better than the cooked version, barring a few exceptions. Try it. Eat a chunk of cabbage or a "flower" of cauliflower raw.Nothing like boiled garbage, are they?Secondly, and here's the killer, raw vegetables taste amazing with dressing. No, that doesn't mean you gotta put French

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Not a new term, of course, just a new interpretation.Prove to me that you are interested in developing your voice and I'll give you a guaranteed, money-back way to develop your voice.Gets you a beer from across the Pub, so it's quite useful.Deepak

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DON'T go to Unusual Business Ideas That Work, unless you have a lot of time and a burnng desire to make money (oh darn! lost it after the "burning desire" bit).I'm still staring agape at a housewife who's selling tumbleweed and someone who's using girls from 16 to 22 (watch out for local child labour laws) to give marketing advice to million dollar companies.Look, I TOLD you not to go there. I

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Well, it wasn't as raunchy as a real Tamasha, but it came pretty close.What happened was, of a night, I'd notice that there were a rather sizable number of ants gathering under the gas stove (two burners on four legs, connected to the gas cylinder), frenetically doing whatever it is that ants do with eggs in their mouths.So I asked the local chemist if there was something that would keep the ants

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The time – present. Place, Pune, India. On stage are MERC (Maharashtra Electricity Regulatory Council), impeccably dressed, perhaps smoking a pipe, and MSEDCL (Maharashtra Electricity Distribution Company Limited), fat, chewing tobacco and spitting it on any available wall. In the absence of a wall, a neighbouring shirt will do. MERC: You are not permitted to switch off electricity

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Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT (capitalisation intended) visit zug.com unless you are prepared to spend hours reading the experiences of people who scam the e-mail scammers, are willing to undergo colonics just to report on the experience (warning: DO NOT click the photo links. Remember, I WARNED you), and generally push the envelope on anything and everything in the known universe.Gosh, those guys

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Fancy yourself an entrepreneur? Or thinking of becoming one?Here's a one-day course that beats a two-year programme, courtesy my boss a few years ago (when I had a boss):Leave home in the morning, neat and spruce, with nothing more than your clothes and your visiting cards on you. No wallet, no cash.Come back home in the evening with at least one coin, after having had your meals in the fashion

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Out of force of habit I called Smokin' Joe's. At 10 p.m.I'm getting a freebie because they couldn't cater to my request a couple of nights ago. What the freebie is I don't know. I'll know in about ten minutes.But it's nice to get a freebie.And especially nice to know they listened when I called to complain.Deepak

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I called at 10:35 p.m. (their leaflet, shoved under my door, says they're open 11 a.m. to 11 p.m.)No answer.Tried again at 10:36 p.m.No answer.Kept trying every minute till I got this mind-boggling response:He: Thank you for calling, Sir, but you're calling too lateMe: But your leaflet says you're open till 11 p.m.He: Yes, Sir, that's the maximum time by which we'll deliver. That means you need

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I never met Ronald Hunter personally, though I hoped I would before I exited planet Earth.I fully expected to go before he did. He was decades older than I but possessed of a spirit that humbled me - and anyone who knows me is aware that that's a difficult platform to achieve.I met Ronald Hunter virtually, through a business network, and it really shouldn't matter to me if he's on earth or

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Strictly speaking, it should be drinking but people do frown upon it so.Thing is, my Brother in Law (BIL) in the US [the one whose drinking preference I know] prefers to eat, then drink. His logic is impeccable: After you've had more than you can take, you pass out. So you can't eat then. Better to eat first, so you can drink until you pass out and be assured that you've had your daily ration of

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Two words, you say?Take the first letter of each word after the comma and you'll know what I'm saying.This is in response to blogazoo's pathetic treatment of a complaint. For months, I have been trying to get their much-touted feedback on who is reading my blogs and why.It worked fine when I spent hours surfing the blogs registered with them. It stopped working when I stopped surfing. The way I

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This one is so easy, I feel like a fraud telling you about it.You'll need:A Pressure CookerA pat of butterLegsMoneyKnife (optional)Scissors (recommended)Bread - 1 loaf or however many slices are left in the fridgeHere's how it works:Leg it to the nearest supermarket and ask anyone you see of the opposite gender where the PARAMPARA masalas are.They'll tell you. Trust me on this.Go to the aisle

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Follow all steps in Bachelor Recipe #1, except roasting/frying the poppadum.Instead, pile the whole mess onto as many pieces of toast as you can find. If your fridge magically has bread, toast it and repeat. Do not rinse.Best is to go to the corner grocer (if in Dubai, call him via free local landline) and buy a hermetically sealed pack of toast (called rusk in the civilised world but no one

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Fast and furious recipes for bachelors (apart from "dial Smokin' Joe's"), to be applied at 2 a.m., when Smokin' Joe's and all other bachelor providers are fast asleep.Ingredients:Onion: The quarter lurking in the egg tray will do.Eggs: 2 recommended, one will do if it's all there is in the egg tray - apart from the half or quarter onion.Poppadum: Large recommended. Small will do if you aren' t

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Get that, Google?I don't care if you're taking over the world. You can't take over me.Here's what happens when I try to post:1. I try to log in. I'm told I need to log in with my Google account (which I tried to do in the first place)2. I try my gmail log in name. No go.3. I try my gmail log in name @ gmail.com (which has worked on certain blogs). No go4. I try the name I first tried. It's a

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I do.There are very few places in Pune that offer authentic Irani chai (tea) and they're rapidly having to sell out to Houses of Lights and Baristas and other big guys who pay them plenty of money to vacate their ancient, authentic timber-lined tea-houses in favour of glitzy, glamorous, monotonous places that make it clear you're sinning if you're just browsing.Thing is, I'm not sure I miss the

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What does that title say to you?That the United Nations has conducted a study that says Britain is the worst place in the world for children, right?What's wrong with that?It's inaccurate, that's what. Read the report:UN Report on ChildrenBritain, according to the study, is the worst place for children "among 21 economically advanced nations". Just above Britain is the USA.So, if India or China

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Apart from my respect, which it lost a long time ago, yahoo now loses about 100% of those who just can't figure outWHY their email interface doesn't look like it used to.It doesn't because, in its infinite wisdom, yahoo has reduced everyone not on its "now out of beta" site to seeing their folders (in the case of old biddies like my Mum, just one folder, Inbox) in plain old vanilla (NOT! Vanilla

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Caferati, a writers' network, is bringing out an anthology of short stories, in which yours truly has a stake, in the form of, what else, a short story!Here's what the book looks like... umm... on your LEFT!To gain more details, do visit the Caferati blog at:http://www.caferati.com/caferati-creative/satct/Buy the book, do! It's frightfully cheap, old chaps and chappies, which in no way purports

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Well, not the whole of Ireland (I wish) but "Who Let The Dogs Out?" has inspired a play staged by a teacher in Ireland, in conjunction with the parents of the inmates (I beg your pardon, students) of the school.You can read more about the school at:http://www.lettergesh.com/home_page.htmMandy, the teacher concerned, has also been kind enough to send me photos of the mayhem that purported to be

Deepak Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17412436466027473098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836066.post-27683781795087329872007-01-19T23:56:00.000+05:302007-01-20T00:07:10.908+05:30

I suppose that should have read "My Ply in Dubai" to stick to the rhyme scheme but hey, I'm excited!It was the Dubai Drama Group that gave me the kick I needed to write my own plays. When I came back to India I wote "Business Is War" and staged it in a matter of 30 days - mainly because I had a cast, a venue, a commitment and no play, so I wrote my own.Since then, BIW has been staged in at least

Deepak Morrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17412436466027473098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836066.post-29964117439737054732007-01-11T03:02:00.000+05:302007-01-11T03:13:27.897+05:30

I have to say, I'm impressed.Last night I was far from impressed, I was p'd off!First, I couldn't get to the Post Pages in my blogs so I could send relevant links to a potential client. You have to admit, there are some posts I wouldn't like potential clients to see (although Google kinda hands them the info) so sending the relevant links is essential.Then the main blog links themselves failed.

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I first saw him as a 16-year-old who managed to bamboozle his way into West-End theatre to watch "Young Frankenstein".Peter Boyle was wonderful as the monster.Nearly 20 years later, when I saw him in re-runs of "Everybody Loves Raymond", which us Third World denizens are privileged to watch as part of some global thingamajiggy, he was brilliant, as usual, as Ray Barone's Father In Law.RIP, Peter

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I nearly marked a genuine mail as spam today and I wasn't even on my first peg.Well, what does one think when one sees a message with a subject like, "From Frangle Golpnash"?That wasn't the actual subject line, of course, but it was close, considering I'd never heard the name before - or I'd heard and lost it in the network of sewers that masquerade as my memory - and was therefore wary

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Just go over to:http://savefile.com/files/314451And click the orange "DOWNLOAD" button.Am I afraid of plagiarism? Yeah, right, the three people reading my blog all decide to copy my claptrap and become millionaires.Do you see that happening?Enjoy the book,Deepak

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I'm just over my mad attempt to write 50,000 words in a month in an attempt to win NaNoWriMo.I didn't win this year either, falling about 8,000 words short. But, in my opinion, I did complete the novel I set out to write. If it's over at 42,000 words, it's over, and any attempt to pad it with fluff is just, well, fluff.That egotistical bit being done with, I'd like to address Chris Baty's (he's

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Kate Morris (yahoo domainkeys has certified that this message comes from the yahoo server) sent me a message saying that she saw my name at the IMDR.edu website (it's legit, the website of the institution where I completed my Master's Diploma in Business Management) and would like to know more about my name.So I wrote back saying something like, "Sure, let's compare names." Something like 'you

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I'll be with my other wife at my other blog this month because I've gone and done a daft thing followed my sporting instinct and signed up for NaNoWriMo again. No, it has nothing to do with nanotechnology, just my insatiable urge to be a goof write a novel that has caused me to enter this frustrating, and it's just the third day yet, wonderful international competition, where writers from all

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I SWEAR on all that's holy, unholy and in-between, this is a phrase I've seen in umpteen spam messages.That leads me to believe there's some backdoor trick the spammers have discovered that tells them this is the phrase most likely to deliver results."The macrodont redeposit your barn"It's rather poetic. It has a definite rhythm to it:themacro DONT RE dep OS ityourbarn (stress the capitals...

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The best quote ever, for me at least, is from MIB:Kay: 1500 years ago, everybody "knew" that the earth was the center of the universe. 500 years ago, everybody "knew" that the earth was flat. And 15 minutes ago, you "knew" that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll "know" tomorrow. I think it's a powerful line. Kay's sarcasm underlines that we don't really "know" anything. We

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My brother-in-law, Sean, is an actor in New York and he's acted in a made-for-internet video called "Street Fighter - The Later Years"Episode 1 is up and can be watched at:http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1711287/(Don't try it if you don't have broadband).He's the cab driver.If you do go there, however, make sure you watch the next video too. It's beyond hilarious.Seth Godin says that video like

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I'm still scratching my head over this one.I got this flyer in the newspaper this morning. One side was in English:The other was this:For those not in the know, that's in the Devnagiri script, a common enough device used by marketers in selling to a multilingual audience.But here's the puzzling thing; the reverse of the English flyer isn't a translation of the English text, it's a TRANSLITERATION

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A pen that can glow in the dark (note the "can" - I have control over whether it does or not.)Tacky?'swhat I thought. Until I realised it makes a jim-dandy tool to help me review plays. The glow is just enuff to help me see what I'm writing without disturbing the experts on either side of me (and behind me and in front of me and diagonally opposite me).Wanna get a "glowing" review?Stage a

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Well, "learns" is a bit of a misnomer in the title because all I've learned is - oh wait a minute, I'm getting ahead of myself. I mean, there's no sense in telling you the punchline before I tell the joke, is there?So anyway, waking up to the fact that I am soon going to be 42 and my irascible nature more or less precludes the possibility of finding a long-term partner, much less one who can

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Just saw this post by Crystal Blur:http://aashraya.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-to-hell.htmlAnd, although I've never heard of "Little Miss Sunshine" and rarely, if ever, watch movies, I'm telling you now, if it's anything like "Jane Bhi Do Yaaron", as she claims, go watch it. Watch it NOW!I'm scrambling to find a way to see it. I'll even brave the wannabes at the multiplexes.Deepak

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Re-discovered the PGI Restaurant a few days ago and I have to tell you, I haven't tasted such good fish since my sister and brother-in-law were in town and we hit one of Pune's seafood restaurants (the name is lost in the alcoholic haze induced by their special offer of Chicken tikka with every two vodkas, but it's on JM Road).But I tell you, folks, if you're ever at Quarter Gate, Pune, around

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... for the camera.Check out the latest collection of "posed" photographs at funtoosh.I admit, though, I find it difficult to grin at a piece of glass in a plastic box.Deepak

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The venerable BBC World has decided to become a pay channel as of the 15th of June.Hello?Who's the marketing genie ass behind this?Sure, the Beeb was one of the most popular channels in the free bouquet. That makes some marketing Master of Bumbling Asses think it's a good idea to make people pay to watch it.Hello?Heard of buyer inertia?Heard of media overload?Seen that the cost of electronic

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It's always difficult to review a play staged by a friend because I know I'll be saying some pretty harsh things. Every play has its problems.However, "On Vacation", directed by Mahrukh Bharucha, failed to address problems that would have been apparent at the tech rehearsal, and to carry those problems over into the third performance is a bit much, in my opinion.I, and almost everyone in the

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Matt's a respected entity on the Internet and I'm really putting my neck on the line here but the latest email I got from him leaves me... um... bewildered.From his latest email:"If you purchase a copy of The AdSense Code for just $15.72 using the link below, you will receive OVER $6972 in exclusive money-making bonuses! This is a NO BRAINER if ever there was one!"Yeh, that's right. If I believe

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This post is in response to a play I attended this evening.Fine, so one makes allowances for amateur dramatics in terms of the amount of money that can be spent, or the talent that's available, but I'm sorry to say Jitendra Pawar's effort to start a "Theatre Movement" (his words) fell far short of any serious essay into drama.I have nothing against comedies. Almost all of my plays are comedies

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There's a movement on in India to ban the screening of the film version of the Da Vinci Code. Pious priests are exhorting good Catholics to add their names and signatures outside each church so that the pernickity movie don't get shown.I've never encountered such tosh before, although persons older than I am assure me that the good ole Catholic church has indulged in such nonsense all the way

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Ain't nobody gonna... okay, okay, I'll stop singing! It dates me, anyway, if I belt out that song.Yeah, yeah, I'm comin' to the point...Newplays.org, a UK based site, has selected my website as Star Site of the month. And no, Keefie, I didn't have to send them any Tandoori Chicken - or Samosas, for that matter. Well, maybe grandpappy on me dear old Mum's side had some siblings in old Blighty that

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I've bin laden with work, dat's why. Sorry all, I've just been dying to use that pun and this post provides the perfect opportunity.Okay, hold your breath, the unthinkable has happened (what else can you expect from me?) and my world has suddenly undergone a super-uber-transformation.Ready for it? Here it is... I have a JOB!I'm CEO and assistant tea-maker for a company that specialises in

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Heheh... I know I'm gonna get a whole lotta brickbats about this post but what does it matter? Every which way, I lose.Woman you're interested in says, "Let's be friends." Then she proceeds to tell you every excruciating detail of her love life. Positions and experiments included.Okay, so we're mug enough to allow them that freedom.Now it's our turn to call the friend helpline and we dial the

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What is "it"?My respect, that's all. Or perhaps not all, if I can convince people to boycott Yahoo.Almost every message I send from my Yahoo account has me try to read its incomprehensible "Captcha" string of letters and numbers to prove I'm human. Fine. I'll do it once per person in my address book. But when I have to do it EVERY TIME I try to send a message to my mother (who's currently in the

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For years, I have been searching for an intelligent reply to this idiotic dogma and I think Tom Peters has it!"Yes", he says, "but there is one in 'WIN'"He goes on to say there is also one in "Victory".Without a set of "I's" there'd be no team. We each bring to a team our own unique skill sets. Our individuality.There isn't a single "I" in "Team", there's a whole bunch of "I's".Teams are good,

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I was, I think, about five. I know I hadn't started going to school yet. We lived in a little apartment on the first floor of a rather large building and I could look right down into a little temple that was in the middle of the street (lots of those on old streets in Pune).One day I watched some ceremony taking place in the temple - a lot of singing and playing of indigenous instruments - and

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... their new Flash animated ads are IRRITATING!Yes, I use free services like yahoo and gmail because deepak@whateverorg.com doesn't last very long. So those free services offer continuity and help people stay in touch with me.Now for the problem: Yahoo has started some new-fangled ad thingy that puts a humungous drop-down banner across my messages. So I can't click the message to read it, nor

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Leo Janssen, an old online pal of mine, has started this cool site along with his wife, where you can put up old books for sale or buy books that others have placed. It's called Dogears Etc. and I think it's a great idea. As one who haunts used book stalls, I'm gonna be visiting that site pretty often, I can tell ya.Deepak

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Okay, can someone tell me which wise man decreed that I connect to here, type a godawful lot of text and then find that I can't post it because my internet connection went dead as I typed?And why does Reliance (talk about misnomers!) go dead for about an hour every 2 a.m.? Pleasant as it is to hear a female voice at that hour when I call customer suport, I'd rather not have to.And why does

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Many people wonder why I get so irritated by tags and email forwards. After all, tags help people know more about the tagged, right? E-mail forwards are fun and funny and good "time-pass", right?Ummm... wrong.Tags and the more innocuous-appearing email forwards are, at the very least, "Mind Viruses". They give you an excuse to take your focus away from what you ought to be doing right now and

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So Keefieboy decided to tag me. Big deal. Ole chap (well, he's older than me!) doesn't know I'm the quintessential rebel and tags don't make no difficuns ta me.So I'll respond to his tag just 'coz, and I shall not re-tag others. The tag stops here. If you're desperate to be tagged, figure out how to contact me and I'll tag you but you gotta say "tag me please". What can I say? Tag - you're it! ?

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By the time I finish this post, I'll probably have to disconnect and reconnect wice.Why? Coz I have a Reliance connection, which seems to take delight in dying mid-post.So what do I rely on? The fact that every time I try to post on the internet, I'm going to be let down?Disconnect and reconnect within four lines. Reliance indeed.Deepak

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Talk about internet woes. First, I tried to use Pingoat's service (which works fine for my other blogs) and was told good ole Bloggy Howl has been blacklisted.What's more, they're so understaffed, they can't handle my problem for a while yet. So if you have time, please volunteer to help pingoat.com and take some of us genuine bloggers off the blacklist.And then, blogger won't let me post to or

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Saw a blog titled, "Another Man's Meat"Innocent, wouldn't you say?I say, "Goldarn! There's no way another man's meat is coming anywhere near my wife." The fact that I don't (and am unlikely to ever) have a wife is irrelevant. What was the guy thinking, to create such a blog title?Now for the Indian scenario:There's an ad being repeated on TV that has a refrain "Thoda hilana pada" (had to shake it

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Okay, please forgive the regional inaccuracy of the title of this post but I saw this on the internet and just HAD to post it. Enjoy:http://www.nata2.info/humor/pictures/americans.gifDeepak

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I have one client I'll swear by, come hell or high water. I do just one thing for them in a year and the money I get from them is just about okay. No great shakes. But the professionalism they display makes it all worth my while.The client is Sun-N-Sand Hotel and I have been emceeing their in-house New Year bash for the last three years. The deal goes like clockwork. About a month before the

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Just got news about the competition. Here are the details:1. A reprise from last year, SMS Poetry : http://caferati.blogspot.com/2005/01/caferati-at-kala-ghoda-arts-festival-1.htmlThe basic rule is simple: your poem must fit into a single 160-character SMS.For more details, prizes and the jury, please seehttp://www.caferati.com/contests/SMS.htm2. The second contest is a new one, Flash Fiction.

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Yep, I'm a-gonna do it. Oops, just did! I'm blogging my novel. Check out chapter one athttp://simplynovels.blogspot.com/The blog is still raw (yay! you get to see it on day one!) and you still can't subscribe via bloglet, but you can via RSS (that's automatic - just click the orange thingamajig on the bottom right of your browser if you're using Mozilla Firefox).Oh, and it's a Murder Mystery -

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Well, not yet, but if Dina Giolotto has her way, all you denizens of Cyberia will be celebrating a new holiday from this year onwards.It's called WCAD, or Web Content Awareness Day and let me tell you, this woman has her priorities right. You can SEO your site to Kingdom Come but if you don't have the content to have visitors coming right back to your site agin' an' agin' an' agin', you ain't

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Used to be that my prime beef in life was that women told me I was the ideal brother; protective, caring, stuff like that.Now they're saying I'm the ideal dad.Okay, who stole my sexuality?Oh well, at least they aren't saying I'm the ideal Mom. I'd hate to talk to a 13 year-old about menarche.Moms get my vote as the bravest human beings, ever.Deepak

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I guess I'm officially Scrooge.I hate SMS New Year greetings. Or even SMS Christmas greetings. SMS birthday greetings are okay. They probably aren't part of a mass-SMS.I've been deleting "Happy New Ye" (that's what my mobile displays as the header to each New Year message) all day long. I'm not interested in who's sending me those messages.You wanna wish me? Call me. Email if you can't call. Best

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In response to the comment from Anonymous to my previous post, here are the financials for Project Aristotle:(Note: All financials are in Rupees and relate to Pune, India. They will have to be extrapolated for other cities / countries)Outflows:Per School:Production:Rs. 32,400 x 4 = Rs. 129,600/-Workshops / Rehearsals:Rs. 250 x 480 = Rs. 120,000/-Books:Rs. 70 x 1000 (students) x 4 (productions) =

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Project Aristotle is a business idea that’s “packed and ready to go”. I’ve analysed it extensively and even generated the financial projections and capital requirements. The only reason I haven’t put it into operation is I don’t have the capital to even form the NGO (Non-Governmental Organisation) that would be the first step in making it live.So I’m offering it here for anyone to take up.The Aim

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There's a relatively unknown - but quickly losing that status - form of fiction going around. It's called 55 word fiction. For an explanation of what it is and isn't, check the San Luis Obispo competition. There's even a blog of 55 word stories by Indian authors.Here's my first 55 word fiction story:Blogging about an Ex-GirlfriendBlogger:So, well, chick called me up and turned out she was an ex.I

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Way cool!I discovered this site called the Dialectizer and it converts text on websites into dialects like Cockney, Hillbilly, Jive, etc.Here's what my Christmas post becomes in Jive: Christmas be comin'! Preach it loud, bruddah!! Preach it loud, bruddah! And dere gots'ta be some funny sto'y about it, right?Way back when ah' wuz some teenaga' and

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Don't think so?Then check this post by this blogger called Kat: Walmart Husband's - Not news or politics related, just a funny No, I'm not copping out of my assumed role of entertainer. I'm just lazy.Deepak

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She: What's the price of admission?I: To what?She: Your next playI: One hair off your headShe: That's it?I: Not quite... it has to be on my pillow

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And there has to be a funny story about it, right?Way back when I was a teenager and belonged to a youth group, so did my sister, berry berry straightlaced back then.As guys are wont to do, we had taken to pulling each other's legs (the males in the group that is, not my sister and I) and one of the ways was to "rewrite" Christmas Carols. And so we came up with "Deck the House with Balls of Ollie

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We’d convinced the Principal to let us go on an overnight picnic. In the hundred-year-old existence of the junior college and, to our juvenile minds, the equally centurion existence of the principal, that had never happened. Good grief! Boys and girls – 17 to 20 year-olds at that – together overnight! The maternity hospitals would be overflowing nine months down the line!So there were a lot of

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* This is the opening scene of "The Patriarch", my second murder mystery.Lobsang and the Inspector(The tourist camp at Nubra Valley, near Leh. It is evening. The GUIDE is settling things, tending to the campfire (still unlit), etc. The side of a tent can be seen back, the start of a tent Stage R. Enter INSPECTOR)INSPECTOR HelloGUIDE Good Evening Sir!(enthusiastically)Welcome to Nubra Valley! (

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Okay, now that all three of my fans have voted and the results show that two out of three want more funny stuff, here's the funny stuff:Brain CandyBased on an email that’s doing the rounds(At rise, Spot slightly off centre STAGE R, on a teller’s booth facing front. PATRICIA is sitting behind the glass, apparently counting notes. STAGE L is in darkness. Enter KERMIT, R, in full frog costume. He

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