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G-Talk November 4, 2008

Posted by sauvik in Humor.
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                                                                G-talk                                                   

 

 

Certain things in life are best left untold, the rest are displayed in G-Talk. Thinking what this line refers to? The little things in life, we do, yet everyday, for no reason. Ever since Google launched their messenger service, it’s amusing to notice how we are updating our G-Talk status messages with every moment that takes our breath away, how else can you justify as to when Sweta said, “Life is not about how many breaths you take, but how many moments take your breath away.”  And Raj replied with his own, “Since when did New York become so polluted?” Google should be considerably happy about this achievement. They have changed the way the people look at status messages.

 

We hardly get to see a routine one such as “Busy”, instead we beat around the bush and state, “You have the right remain silent, so please consider it” or something like “No matter how much you ping me, it will be retorted with silence” or maybe more guesses, “You don’t need to ping me, go fly a kite”.  The basic nature of human being is to go against the nature. What the n number of people does, the n+1th guy tries to do (read: write) something different. Hence you see a Raunak stating, “I am never busy” and hereafter when you go happily pinging him –

 

Me: Hey dude, ‘sup? How you doing?

Raunak: Busy hoon yaar. Talk to ye later.

Me: L    

 

The trend that is has other advantages too. A salient message can do wonders in striking up a conversation with the opposite sex. Wondering how? Some days back, my friend put up this, – “cows aren’t only living ones, who swears by the grass” So the next obvious question is as follows –

 

She: Hi, interesting message…

He: J yep. Guess the other?   

She: umm… maybe a goat? Wot say?

He: neah… it’s me

She: Lolls… care to explain…

….

…….

 

The rest is history. He  later checked it out in the chat logs(and showed me), how the conversation became a marathon, of 869 lines My friend bragged how grass here refers to marijuana, and how they made stuff and how much they smoked and finally ending with a Saturday evening date at Barista.

 

Other ideas exist too. It can well be used for some commercial gains. While I was in third year in engineering, we had to book tickets 2 months prior to the date of the journey, otherwise tickets would sell off. Later, 7 days to go for the exams to end and we are ready to hop into the train, our department exams got postponed and we had to stay back. Selling a ticket was a tough task (for some reason I didn’t want to go to the station and cancel it, lazy perhaps) I put it up as my status- “1 Sleeper coach seat available for Bangalore city- Howrah, you need it, then ping me. I got a customer within 24 hours. J Interesting;      

 

So till here, goes the analysis of how people try being different, how people try and strike up a conversation and how people use it for financial matters. The events too take a toll on their minds. Last year, when the Bhajji- Symonds fracas came out in the public, some of them made us read something like this – “I spit on the face of the aussies” and then to quote a recent happening, of Sourav Ganguly’s retirement Arun and Partha put up – “goodbye dadaK and “good bye dada!!!” respectively. One was more sad than excited and the other the reverse. (That’s my conclusion)  

 

Deb, went to Amsterdam for a client visit, and said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge” and the picture associated with, its best left untold, while other things are displayed in G-Talk.

P.S We love our status messages, and it’s just an innocent humor in uniform, one small one-liner a lunch-time inspiration. One last minute update, Deb changed his status a few minutes back, “No, more status messages please!!”  

 

Acknowledgement: I am ever in debt to some of my buddies, from whom I have borrowed, these whacky one liners, without prior permission, while some are original works of the author J

The adventures of Tintin and and a Little Boy September 8, 2007

Posted by sauvik in Humor, Tales from childhood.
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“Blue blistering barnacles!!!!

Thundering typhoons!!!

You nincompoops, interplanetary pirates, I am not going into that flying coffin again!!!!”

 

 

–Capt. Haddock to Thompson and Thomson in the,” Explorers on the Moon”

 

 

 

Oh!!! How could I forget captain Haddock and his favorite Loch Lomond brand of whiskey? And the inimitable Cuthbert Calculus, Bianca Castafiore, the two bumbling detectives? I was lazing around… in front of the idiot box last night, and suddenly this show on cartoon network came up…I just thought of watching Tintin for a change… and I exclaimed to myself, “blue blistering barnacles, I forgot almost all the stories in it!!!! And once it had been one of my choicest of all books. I still remember I almost pestered my mom to insanity every other day, to buy me all the Tintin series until I had all 23 of them. Hee haw!!! Someday I was too bored of reading them over and over again, I would scramble up to my mom’s lap and blurred out,

 

“MOOOOm, read this story for me, pleaseeeee” my dad was always my back up plan, because he was a bit impatient while reading out stories. Lol…

 

 

There was a time, when I had almost memorized the entire 23 books, err… well almost!! I used to sit with a Tintin book on the dining table, while having meals, and I could hear my mom screaming,

 

“Why do you bring this book, along with the food?”

And she used to show stupid excuses,

 

”if you don’t pay attention to what you are eating, you will never grow up into a strong boy!!”

 

And I being the smallest of all kids, used to look up to mom, starry eyed, and murmur under my breath,

 

“Ma, just this one last time, only 10 pages left to read” my mom would say,

 

“no, leave this book, I will tell you a nice story instead… oh!! I was heart broken!

 

A child and his childishness hah!! My mom finally gave up the idea.

 

Then there were days, when we actually used actually play being Tintin. Ewes, what was that game. Umm, well we used build houses with the legos and actually make up our own story with a certain tuft less Tintin, a hot tempered captain Haddock, and the good old Cuthbert calculus, who used to act as he was “a little hard of hearing.” And that game would be fun, with occasional fights,(childhood adventures you know).

 

One day I even slipped one Tintin book into my school bag, so that I could read it in class, and I did, and I got my caught too!!! I had a guardian call. Gawwwd, I can still pain in my butt, I was crying like a baby (well… I was one at that time…). My dad locked up all my 23 hot collection in the cupboard, until my final examination was over. God!! How crazy can dads get over silly things!!

 

 

I reached for my precious book shelf, wiped out the dust, went through the stupid Enid Blytons, hardy boys, the dumb old pop-up books, the john grishams and the amitav ghoshs’ until I found the entire 23 crazy diamonds. The pages have turned yellow, with time, the corners of the front covers were coming off, I wiped the dust off with my hands, and thought oh! Crap what a mad little brat I was, over this immortal soul, and handed it over to my 6 yr old cousin sister, who went away dancing… I was really happy that day.

Its like passing on a precious gem, the passion will never die.

 

Hey c’mon guys this Tintin fever’s not yet over now, I got a Tintin cd collectors pack, the entire lot.