Thursday, March 31, 2005

The Mighty Catch 22: Dogfight, Inc.

The US Administration's decision to sell F-16s to Pakistan has saved about 5,000 jobs in President George W Bush's home State, Texas, since makers of the fighter aircraft had been thinking about axing many staff till some time ago, reports said on Saturday.

Lockheed Martin Corp., the builder of the planes, had said it needed new orders for the jet before this fall, or it would have to take action to close the production line that employs about 5,000 workers in Fort Worth, Texas.

The decision to sell F-16s "is likely to be as warmly greeted in Fort Worth as it is in Karachi," the Washington Post said.

Lockheed, the nation's largest defence contractor, has produced more than 4,000 of the versatile F-16s since the late 1970s, nearly half of them for customers overseas. The Fort Worth plant delivered its last F-16 to the US Air Force last month, according to Lockheed Spokesman Tom Jurlowsky, who added that it is still building planes for the governments of Israel, Chile, Poland and the United Arab Emirates.

Lockheed and other global defence manufacturers, The Washington Post points out, depend on sales of sophisticated military weaponry to boost their profits. The company has sold F-16s to 24 countries and makes them overseas, too, in Europe, Turkey and South Korea.

The Fort Worth plant had about 5,800 workers in January 2004. By this January, it was down to about 5,000, and it was scheduled to be down to 4,000 by next January, according to Jurkowsky.

It takes about three years to build an F-16, he added, noting that the company has back orders for about 200 aircraft. "Right now, the last one would come off the line in 2008," he said.

Richard Aboulafia, an aircraft analyst with the Teal Group in Fairfax, Virginia, called the sale of two dozen fighters to Pakistan "a happy juxtaposition of the wants and needs" of an ally in the war on terrorism and Lockheed's troubled F-16 line. The bigger issue for Lockheed, he said, is the chance to sell another 100 or more F-16s to India.

The Washington Post said the sale of F-16s by the US to Pakistan "may cause the Indian Government to consider the American plane.

Aboulafia recalled that Lockheed's production of the popular plane was "saved" in 1992 when the Administration of President George H.W. Bush, father of the present President, announced the sale of 150 F-16 jets to Taiwan.

The cost of the plane is determined by many variables, including how many are purchased and how they are equipped, Jurkowsky said. Aboulafia estimated that an F-16 "with a full tank of gas", i.e. fully equipped, costs between $30 million and $40 million, with upgrades, spare parts and other equipment adding 150 percent more to the price tag. Despite the concerns of Indian officials about news of the sale to Pakistan, Aboulafia said, the prospect of both countries buying F-16s is a positive.

"Two countries that have F-16s have never fought a war," he said, without explaining why that is impossible.


(source:TimesOfIndia.com, Washington Post.com)

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

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The Line Begins To Blur.....

Performed by Nine Inch Nails

There are things that I said I would never do
There are fears that I can not believe have come true
For my soul is too sick and too little too late
And myself I have grown too weary to hate

The more I stay in here
The more it's not so clear
The more I stay in here
The more I disappear
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur

There's somebody on top of me
I don't know I don't know
Isn't anybody stopping me
I don't know I don't know
I won't try and hold my breath
I don't know I don't know
Just how far down can I go
I don't know I don't know

As I lie here and stare
the fabric starts to tear
It's far beyond repair
And I don't really care
As far as I have gone
I knew what side I'm on
But now I'm not so sure
The line begins to blur

from With Teeth

Monday, March 28, 2005

Feeding my addiction, no more.

It's been six weeks and some change. The cigarette lighters have disappeared, the trash bin has no cigarette stubs in them. The ashtrays are gone too. So, is the cough. These days I don't wake up to the cacophony of my nostrils wheezing in unison as I try to breathe. The urge seems everlasting, but I haven't fed it in quite some time. The empty spaces (with all apologies to Roger Waters) seem to last longer even if it's only about sharing them with myself.

I didn't need nicotine patches. Neither did I resort to gum or any assistive product that promises to help one quit. Smoking is a stronger addiction than heroin. But if you make up your mind, it is not hard to fight back. My motivation was a better, healthier life. More stamina. Of course, each time I have those five to seven minutes of 'nothing to do', I feel the urge to light up. The difference is, I don't anymore. But those seven minutes are hard to get by sometimes. So is the cup of coffee or the triple espresso. It is hard to neglect eleven years of addiction. I'm trying. I hope this lasts. It's always easy to succumb...

My father quit when I was four years old. His reason was simple. I'd taken a cigarette from his pack, stuck it in my mouth and said, I'm gonna be like him. That was it. He didn't want me to. Did I let him down? But I did tell him, the day I started. I don't think that was good enough. I know this will last...

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Steady Systematic Decline

I was watching some tv earlier tonight and I saw some commercials that simply made me swear some softly for quite some time. It's not a new thing for me to see good music ending up as background scores for tv commercials, but sometimes limits do get pushed and I squeak like a heavy mahogany desk on a metal deck. Let me explain. Every once in a while there are some songs that become close to your heart or maybe define a certain timeline in your life. These songs, everytime you hear them play, make you smile. Maybe a memory from your childhood or your first album, a memory makes the song linger on. And then there are the corporations. Everything's for sale and up for grabs. As long as the machine's fed, it's all good. For instance.

Scenario One: Three heavy set, dude-looking, muscle-bounding, gel-sporting, body revealing shirts-wearing gentlemen are sitting on a table at a local diner. The camera dollys and three breathe-taking, head-turning, saliva-altering, gene-splicing, beauties are walking towards them in slow motion. The heavy guitar licks play loud while this irresistable trio walks past the other three Einsteins and the rest of the diner is in shambles. The three dudes stare at the three dudettes in disbelief like they were walking with restraining orders on the diner for an 'instant shut down while I snatch the morsel outta your sorry mouth'. The harmony solo starts to play to accompany the heavy bass slapping. A newsflash occurs in my head. I know this track... Scorpions... The babes walk past, the music stops for a second and starts all over again as a waiter walks into frame carrying a steaming plate of pasta in one hand and a smouldering, smoking steak in the other, fresh outta the grill. The three dudes stare at the two dishes in disbelief as their mouths start to water. 'Here I am... to rock you like a hurricane...' What more can I say? How can fettucine in jambalaya sauce with shrimp or a medium rare steak with mashed potato rock anybody like a hurricane? Unless it's hurled at them @ 170 miles an hour or its fed to someone after being left outside for a week. A TGI Friday's commercial. I went into the bathroom and scraped my tongue with soap, while pledging to engage the mute button the next time around, before this classic track gets a mental beating.

Scenario Two: Life's in slo-mo. Not much to say. Coca Cola commercial. 'I want to break free' playing in the background. Freddy Mercury spinning in his grave. I'm tearing my hair out, one follicle at a time.

Scenario Three: News headline. Pepsi signs deal. Commercial not released yet. 'We will rock you' is Pepsi's new tag line. Freddy Mercury spinning out of control. I start on my eyebrows.


Fucking Neanderthals.

the more i give to you, the more i die.

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug.

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug.

You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug.

Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces..

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Can you get up off your knees?

Today's (and yesterday's) most downloaded & top song on iTunes...


(image courtesy: NINhotline.net)

The Hand that Feeds
Nine Inch Nails

Until yesterday, music was taking a heavy beating from all the wannabes, the fakers, the ones who ape and the liars. The Nails are back, with teeth. This time, with a crispier and an enhanced backdrop. Beware shitheads, music will resurrect again...

Like a river we will flow, On towards the sea we go!



An Impression Of the State Of Me Brain (around 14th March 2005)

A few days ago, while violently scurrying around my office desk and searching for salvation, I came across an inspiring moment, which is sometimes referred to as boredom. One of the immediate after-effects was to set a piece of vellum in front of me, sharpen my 2B pencil, keep my 0.2 and 0.4 inking pens next to the vellum and sketch an impression of what was ostensibly my feeling about the order of the day. It was quite an intriguing, yet shocking experience.

The sketch that took shape in front of my eyes is the one I've posted above. A madman in a straight jacket restrained with chains to his neck . Nothing short of dementia, minus the white painted walls of an asylum with groin archs, deep blank incandescent pendant lights, wrought iron benches, the occasional clamour of squeaky wheels on polished floors and the stench of cleaning solutions. The impression in my mind.... and I said to myself, 'how did I paint this picture?'

The answers seemed to appear outta nowhere infront of my eyes.... "this job sucks... " and "you saw one of the most ill-conceived impressions of an Exorcist sequel (the Heretic) last week, so suck on it!"

Pazuzu wasn't responsible. Neither was Kokumo. It was Richard Burton's brush with Father Merrin's departed soul. T'was all crystal.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Just How Deep Do You Believe?



'The Hand That Feeds' is officially available for purchase! On iTunes and Napster. The video's up on the NIN site. The album comes out on the 3rd of May. CD and DD formats with the video thrown in onto the DD...

I"M F**Kin ExCITEd!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(source: nin.com, theninhotline.net)... not for the excitement i.e.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Remembering Them...



Twenty Third March, Nineteen Thirty One

Three real life heroes were served a death sentence. The reason was demanding unconditional freedom for the motherland from the British Raj. The trio showed their resistance against Imperial oppression by going on a hunger strike. They were not even given the opportunity to meet their families. Without batting an eyelid, they embraced death singing songs of patriotism and pride. Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev died for a better future. For us. Not many remember them today... Let us, as Indians take a moment to pray for their souls and say it with immense pride...

VANDE MATARAM!

"Sarfaroshi ki Tamanna ab Hamare Dil mein hai, Dekhna hai zor kitna Bazu-e-Quatil mein hai.
Dekh sakta hai toh Tu bhi dekh le, Aye Aasman; Honsla yeh Dekh ke Quatil badi mushkil mein hai.
Apne hi Lahoo se Likhenge Hum apni Daastaan, Zaalimon se cheen lenge yeh Zameen yeh Aasmaan.
Sar firey Jawan hum toh Maut se Bhi na Darrey, Aanch aye Desh pe yeh Kyon Gawara Hum Kare; Mulk pe Qurbaan ho yeh Aarzoo Dil Dil mein Hai."

Drinking Problem

i dont got no drinking problem

i drink

i get drunk

i fall down

no problem

Monday, March 21, 2005

Why Does Netflix Rock This Much?

  • Netflix members say they rent twice as many movies per month than they did prior to joining the service.
  • If Netflix members, instead of receiving movies by mail, drove two miles each way to a rental store, they would consume 250,000 gallons of gasoline per day and release 750,000 tons of carbon dioxide emissions annually.
  • On a busy day Netflix ships about 5,000,000 gigabytes of data on DVDs, this is approximately 70% of the entire daily capacity of the Internet in the U.S. and Canada (7,000,000 gigabytes per day).
  • Netflix ships 17 tons of DVDs per day or 6000 tons per year.
  • If you stacked every DVD we ship in a single pile, the stack would grow by 1600 feet each day and be taller than Mt. Everest within a month.
  • New Netflix members say they are immediately more satisfied with their home-entertainment experience than they were prior to joining Netflix. Their high level of satisfaction tends to increase the longer they remain with Netflix.
  • Netflix members and visitors watch more than 22,000 movie trailers per day on the Netflix website.
  • Nine out of 10 Netflix members say they are so satisfied with Netflix that they recommend service to family and friends.
(source: netflix.com)

The Spell of Bash



The President of India

In what I like to label as a very much required acerbic speech, Sri APJ Kalam took some serious political dispositions apart and sent a direct message, don't be so greedy! Here are some excerpts from the speech.. (source: Times Of India . com)

"When politics degrades itself to political adventurism, the nation would be on the calamitous road to inevitable disaster and ruination."

"Let us be honest to ourselves. The arithmetical compulsions of incremental numbers and the alleged tradability of certain legislative seats, won perhaps through means allegedly dubious and undemocratic, have many a time created doubts on our democratic system in the public eye."

"Let us not risk it. It is time all of us did an introspection and grew up to the expectations that were enshrined so diligently and optimistically by the founding fathers in our Constitution so that India sustained itself and grew as a mature, healthy, vibrant, democratic nation."

"The need for removal of poverty totally, the need for providing opportunities for all our people in the fiercely competitive and knowledge-based world and the need for providing security to the people and nation in the complex world of today, these multiple needs would lead to the necessity of our graduation from political politics to developmental politics."

Thursday, March 17, 2005

New shit has come to light, man... In the parlance of our times.

"I like your style dude.."

"I'm not Lebowski, you're Lebowski. I'm the dude, so thats what you call me.. Or, His dudeness, Duder. Or El duderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing..."

I watched it again! This movie is absolute American classic. Starting from the time the Dude writes a 99 cent check to Ralphs to the time Walter uses a Folgers tin to disperse Donnie's ashes to the bosom of the Pacific. The Coen brothers have made some of the best movies, but The Big Lebowski falls into a new category, the Dudeness category of movies! Each character is very well defined with some amazing lines and performances to compliment! TBL has to be watched again and again to grasp each and every dialogue and it gets funnier each time.

Here are some really cool excerpts from the movie! (source: imdb.com)

Jesus Quintana: You ready to be fucked man? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Liam and me, we're gonna fuck you up.
The Dude: Yeah, well, that's just, like, your opinion, man.
Jesus Quintana: Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes "click."
The Dude: Jesus.
Jesus Quintana: You said it man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
Walter Sobchak: Eight year-olds, Dude.
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Walter Sobchak: OVER THE LINE!
Smokey: Huh?
Walter Sobchak: I'm sorry, Smokey. You were over the line, that's a foul.
Smokey: Bullshit. Mark it 8, Dude.
Walter Sobchak: Uh, excuse me. Mark it zero. Next frame.
Smokey: Bullshit, Walter. Mark it 8, Dude.
Walter Sobchak: You're entering a world of pain Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.
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Treehorn Thug #1: You're name's Lebowski, Lebowski!
Treehorn Thug #1: Wu, isn't this guy supposed to be a millionaire?
Wu (Treehorn Thug #2): Fuck! He's looks like a fuckin' loser!
The Dude: Hey, atleast I'm housebroken!
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Walter Sobchak: Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and... up to... Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabozoz, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
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Donny: What's during league play?
Walter Sobchak: Life does not start & stop at your convenience, you miserable piece of shit!

To meet a legend....


Gnaah!
WEDNESDAY: (events blogged today)
It was my day to get the laptop, finally. I received my package and left for office at 12pm after loading MageSlayer (my new laptop, ya-h-ay!) with the usual goodies. I was walking in the corridor of the office building and who do I see? KERRY KING! The embodiment of the axe, in the flesh!!!! I ran through the corridor screaming "raining bloooooooooood!!!" and Kerry simply lifts his arm and replies, "Guilty!"

Three guys got together in Huntington Beach, circa 1982 and decided to unleash absolute horror onto the music scene. Slayer was born. With albums sounding heavier with each helping and lyrics inspired by the Dark Lord of Terror, Slayer was the unrelenting metal act that pioneered and inspired a million other wannabes, and finally a new genre, Death Metal. Although, I never really ended listening to a lot of the death metal bands, Slayer has always been in my top favorites. Personally, South of Heaven and Undisputed Attitude are what help me work up the aggression.

Anyways, there was Kerry standing in the corridor with some arm candy and I ran upto him. My reaction only made him laugh and he was like" Yep, that's me.." I said "I've been listening to Slayer since 1990 man.... all the way in India!!!" Then came the photo opp. The fuck I messed up. There I am, standing like a farm boy in total amazement. I should've posed better; maybe stuck my tongue out, thrown the goathead with both hands!!!! METAAL RUULZZZ!! YAAAAAARGH!!! A brief pause and then back to the salt mines doing 3D work and belting out construction documents.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

As I tear my hair out in frustration...

Well, it happens all the time.. Inspite of taking all kinds of precautions, the travesty that my life can be sometimes! My laptop had been sitting in Shanghai at the Fedex's location for three whole days since the 10th of March. It took HP thirteen days to put it together since I requested some custom changes and it'd finally reached shipping status. Looks like the Fedex people were examining it for possible conspiracy theory leads, which may have proven useful in bringing a conniving squirrel to justice. Shams! For the last five days I've been walking on nails trying to figure out when it'll reach my hands as I salivate in greed.

On Sunday they updated the status quoting that the shipment had reached Indiana and I guess the shipment decided to take a tea break for another two days. The estimated delivery date was the shown as the 16th since then and when I checked the status this morning, the package was out for delivery! Now, I appreciate that but I cant pick it up!! I'm swamped with work here and I cant leave! I couldn't give my office address for shipping; a quirky reason mentioned by HP and now I have to twiddle my thumbs... WAAAAAA!!! I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, March 12, 2005

....And will never return. Never.



My mentor, my guide, my strength & my intellect.

Friday, March 11, 2005

From Where I See.

This morning while I was reading the papers online, I stumbled across an article in Jane's journal citing the development of an ER(extended range) scud missile derivative. The range of the delivery system was anywhere between 600 kms to a 1000 kms. For many years North Korea has been in the cross hair of a lot of international scrutiny. The concern that the tyrannical state's capability to use nuclear weapons has grown especially after the news of Pyongyang procuring materials on delivery systems and heavy water generation.

I decided to find more material on the DPRK (Democratic People's Republic of Korea). For me, it was a question of reading up about life in the Communist State, about its rich and beautiful landscapes untouched by tourism and the nation's zest to get back and restructure itself after the devastating Korean war. I searched through the web and found a lot of articles ranging from records uploaded by the CIA to the official homepage of the DPRK. But, the most intriguing of them all was a site containing pictures of the four major cities. You can find it here. It is so true to say that a picture speaks a thousand words. I will read some more and if time permits, post a few thoughts and opinions. In the mean time, do take a look at this section on Lonely Planet's webpage that provides an unbiased description of N Korea's breathtaking beauty and culture.


Of course these monuments are a medium of Communist propaganda, but I see them from an artist's point of view. The intricate details, folds in clothes, the compositions, the expressions of selfness even at the prospect of self sacrifice captured, the symbolic unity, the feel of polished bronze and above all the human character. To me, these are the impressive qualities.

Source: A wonderful pictorial site by Mr.Debrisson

Thursday, March 10, 2005

What was that?

The tracklist for this lousy Thursday morning & afternoon:

  1. Pearl Jam - Alive
  2. Nirvana - Lithium
  3. Metallica - Pulling Teeth (Anesthesia)
  4. Danzig - Not of this world
  5. Pearl Jam - Oceans
  6. Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride
  7. Queensryche - Eyes of a Stranger
  8. Jimi Hendrix - Mannish Boy
  9. Jimi Hendrix - Drifter's escape
  10. Jimi Hendrix - Soul Bleed
  11. Jimi Hendrix - South Southern Delta
  12. Danzig - Twist of Cain
  13. Danzig - Anything
  14. Danzig - Am I demon
  15. Danzig - Not of this World
  16. Danzig - Not of this World
  17. Danzig - Not of this World
  18. Megadeth - Rust in Peace... Polaris
  19. Megadeth - Crush 'Em
  20. Megadeth - Tornado of Souls
  21. Megadeth - Dawn Patrol
  22. Danzig - Not of this World
  23. Metallica - Pulling Teeth (Anesthesia)
  24. Metallica - Pulling Teeth (Anesthesia)
  25. Metallica - Battery
  26. Metallica - Battery
  27. Metallica - Battery
  28. Slayer - Mr.Freeze
  29. Slayer - Guilty of being white
  30. Slayer - South of Heaven
  31. Slayer - Dead Skin Mask
  32. Pink Floyd - The Hero's Return
  33. Pink Floyd - A great gig in the sky
That should help me get through the rest of the afternoon.... A few repetitions were expected. I'm currently addicted to 'Not of this world' , performed by Danzig. A very tight and crunchy track it is.... it's available on iTunes, I picked up the album from yonder.

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Not of this world
And nothing bites like I do
Nothing screams out loud
In this empty night
Nothing can keep me from you
And you think that you know
The reason I'm alive
Truth is you only
Know the lies
Not of this world
And nothing can hold it back
I am the dawn upon your bloody beach
Come to pass
Not of this world
For I am nothing known
When the seasons shift
They call my name
To carry me home

written by Glenn Danzig
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What Am I Going To Do?

It's finally happened. The timing was wrong, it was simply borderline anachronistic! As I stared at the lifeless cadaver of my USB hub, my heart felt like a crestfallen lump of lead. The ever enthusiastic hub that had six generous ports kept my peripheral devices breathing with life and in sync with my beloved Diablo, my pc. And now, the hub shows no signs of life, whatsoever.

My pocket pc lies benumbed in its cradle, my webcam stares back at me with an absolute forsaken gaze. My bluetooth dongle has turned its face away from me, unable to bear the fact that it can never establish a seamless connection with the symbian os of my phone to help me browse its contents with the gentleness of a ballet dancer.... How will I upload my favorite midi ringtones to my phone now? How will I download me photos? What on earth can provide me the luxury of syncing my ipaq from my couch while I type away with the renewed enthusiasm of a newborn lamb. The packet loss is unbearable.

Anesthesia (pulling teeth) is playing in my headphones, a sad reminder. It seems like the final ride of my universal serial bus has just ended. Sorry folks, its time to bid adieu to a superb if not brilliant piece of technology. I hope the hub has a safe trip into the next world..

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Another One Bites the Dust!


Mr.Nikhil & Mrs.Nikhil Nayak
It's in sweet irony, that I pinch myself as I see my friends falling prey to the grand old trick of them all. Marriage! My good friend Nik, nothing short of a kid brother to me, sent me this picture of him and the lady of his life! Now, I only mean well, but I can clearly see that marriage has cost him his hairline and some serious athletic agility! He was the quickest of cats and now, I'm sure he needs 250 kilocalories of energy just to point his finger in a direction that took him another 300 Kcals to concoct.
Jokes apart, I'm really happy for both of 'em. It was an amazing feeling to see my friend looking happier than ever! I wish them the best of everything! I still cant believe that it's the same guy who would play the silliest of tricks on every classmate of his and had presented designs worthy of citations in various arch journals. He's in Bangalore, working for Autodesk. I must confess, I hardly know anything about her.. Nikhil was too busy busting my chops over the phone! Anyways... my eyes.... uhh... my eyes.. must trrryyy.. mussst... nottt... sleep... must stay awake... must.....zzzzzz......

A meditating V!



Swami LowTar&Nicotine Anand

A Very good friend... The kiddo incarnate.. Keeps falling in and out of love.. The dude.. He can't seem to find the right girl even after 67,032 attempts. Must be looking in the wrong places I reckon...

T2: The sequel that never made it!


The Corn Cake saga..

James Cameron had a theory. It materialized into an evil spectacle with an Austrian accent, a resounding "who's your daddy? what does he do?"background score and a Republican furor. But, before he was back, another theory had been proposed. To make the terminator a general contractor, who travelled through time and opened a portal in Rancho Cucamonga, just outside the building department. The catch was that John Conner would someday grow upto be a framer and have the moment of realization (world destruction: skynet) while choking on a tortilla strip straight out of a Marisco's burrito.

The terminator had one mission, then. To find John Conner, grease him with his bare hands and then return to the future by taking the last Amtrak train out of Union Station by swiping the last MTA transfer before it implemented a 'no transfer' policy. Well, the plot didn't get past the script writer's desk since the theory had a few errors to begin with. First, the terminator had three tasks to fulfil and the first choice to play the part, our very own Alex Sordo sported a mullet and could only count to two. Moreover, the actor who was to play the part of John Conner (I cannot give out his name, I'd have to kick you) had to learn the contractor's secret language which predominantly contained the word 'fuck' and passionately indulging in ice lollies.

Since then, Mr.Sordo has been interested in building airplanes and terrorizing his colleagues in the office by playing the Carpenters and Hacienda heights instrumentals on a loop. He also builds beautiful homes and sports a tee shirt that reads " A S S design". He infuriates his colleagues by calling them 'pegorsch' and repeating the sentence, "Let's.. uh.. let's.. uh.. go to uh... El Torito!" It's too bad the sequel didn't qualify. I'm sure the third helping would've been more meatier... no pun intended.

The Caress Of Steel



The Disney Concert Hall Roof on a Sunny Day.

The Early Days of the War


An Empire Burns...

When Hitler seized power in 1933, his vision of the Third Reich was an empire that would last a thousand years. This empire would be built on the bones of millions of innocent people, categorized as diseased, evil and unworthy of living. Battles had to be waged to purge the earth of the unworthy; at what cost was immaterial. With such sinister and inhuman beliefs, the empire surged on. Inside Nazi Germany, there was prosperity blooming, after a long period of gathering the spoils of the First World War and a treaty that made the Fatherland fall onto its knees and accept defeat. The German people were deeply hurt and when the Chancellory revoked the Treaty of Versailles, it was not uncommon to feel pride and a sense of relief that the people who had been wronged had finally found justice. The Wehrmacht was thus found..

Within a span of six years, Germany prospered. People found jobs, the common man had money to buy a car and the economy boomed. To the outside world, Germany was never looking back and the progress would be fuelled by an effort to maintain peace and balance in the world. Deep down inside, the Gestapo was busy rounding up Jewish families and preparing for the big purge. The propaganda waged by Joseph Goebbels turned friend against friend and a wave of seething hatred swept across the nation. 'Anschluss!' shouted the Austrian & German Nazis and Austria was annexed without a single shot being fired. The English looked on and so did the rest of the world. By early 1939 the Danzig corridor was annexed and propaganda of inhuman torture of German descendants in Czechoslovakia enraged more fertile minds.

While Hitler and Stalin annexed the remainder of the Czech state, the British House of Commons roared with echoes of "He's a jolly good fellow!" sung in honor of Chamberlain's noble efforts at avoiding a military confrontation between the Nazis and the English over Czechoslovakia. Hitler grew more confident and the final preparations began. The Fuhrer decided to launch a full scale offensive although the top Nazi brass had warned him that Germany wasn't ready to go to war until 1941. The attack began with Hitler's massive campaigns to conquer Poland, Denmark, Norway, Belgium and finally France. Blitzkreig. Shock and awe. Murder, bloodshed. A turn of events over a period of 6 years that claimed 61 million lives..

Recommended Reading:

Rise and Fall of the Third Reich: William Shirer
Inside the Third Reich: Alber Speer
Barbarossa: Alan Clark
Torpedo Junction: Homer Hickam
Rommel Papers: Erwin Rommel / Liddell Hart

Recommended Viewing:

The World at War
World War II: The lost color Archives
Blind Spot: Hitler's Secretary
Patton (feature film)
Stalingrad
(feature film)
A Bridge Too Far
(feature film)

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

When Am I Going To Die?



The Death Clock!

A century before, this date....
  • The British captured Madagascar on May 6th, 1942.
  • The Soviets recaptured Kiev from the Wehrmacht on January 13th, 1942.
  • On May 28th, the Wehrmacht entered Kharkov and defeated the Red Army.
  • On June 4th, the course of the Battle of Midway changed, after 4 Japanese Subs were sunk.
  • Brazil declared war on Germany and Italy.
All dates and timeline obtained from SecondWorldWar.Co.Uk

Folks!



The three most important people! Can't believe it's been 2 years, since I've seen them....

The Other Shenoy & an old friend.



My father.. My best friend, guide and mentor.. Goofy likes him too!

The goD in me?

Monday, March 07, 2005

Instant Rage

I am experiencing, what I like to label as unparalleled instant rage at this very moment. The way things work here, at this very location where I earn bread and butter are akin to tossing a cat into a toy box and expecting Marvin to roll out. The people who are seemingly incharge have the ability to organize lettuce in a salad bowl and nothing more. Limitation is the key. Haplessness is a virtue. Disorganization is a passion. Fucking monkey wrench. Functioning like a professional firm is as difficult as trying to put on a pair of pants, one leg at a time in the humble words of Christopher Walken.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Jimi Lives On...



Gonna leave this town, yeah 
Gonna leave this town
Gonna make a whole lotta money
Gonna be big, yeah
Gonna be big, yeah
I'm gonna buy this town
I'm gonna buy this town
An' put it all in my shoe
Might even give a piece to you
That's what I'm gonna do,
what I'm gonna do,
what I'm gonna do..

pic: swer.net

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Speed Metal Defined!


METAL RULZ!

It's all coming back now. A full circle, traced over a period of more than 16 years. I'm reliving my speed metal years! It had all started back in 1989 over a silly AC/DC tape; Blow up your video tactfully left on my desk by my cousin and my life'd never been the same. The slow yet regulated and controlled crossover from rock to hard rock, hard rock to metal and finally from metal to its sub-genres has paid off. The initiation into one of the most vocal, aggressive and powertripped form of music has become an inherent part of my 'circuitry' (with all apologies to the mighty Trent Reznor who re-incarnated the term in flesh n' blood). So, the journey has been anything but sweet. Personal failures, overflow of emotions, anger, rage and every conceivable emotion has been experienced with additional enhancement offered by the music.

Sudarshan, my good friend from years had brought two recorded cassettes for me around October 1989. The cassettes had four albums in all; Ride the Lightning & Master of Puppets on one and Rust in Peace & Peace Sells but Who's Buying on the other. I still blame the fucker for bringing me into this. I'm addicted, and the urge has been uncontrollable ever since. Two weeks later, from the time I got those tapes I raided a music shop armed with two hundred rupees and a thirst to get every album recorded by Metallica and Megadeth. I was able to procure most, minus the inlays, the lyrics and additional eye candy available in most international album releases. But I can still recall how within a year I'd started listening to Anthrax, Testament, Corrosion Of Conformity and the Cowboys from Hell, if you know who that is. Added to the agony were two more acts that could not be heard without experiencing severe gooseflesh, clenched fists, gritting teeth and an uncontrollable urge to scream until your vocal chords bled. Slayer and Sepultura, reincarnations of the radio station from hell.

One must understand that growing up in Mumbai, India and listening to heavy metal don't exactly gel. Hailing from a conservative background, it's impossible to indulge in the ultimate metal fantasy; growing long hair, drinking beer, smoking, hanging out with girls (I dont exactly miss not doing that) and the best of them, all seeing your favorite band live (now that I miss fr sure!). This part of the world remained unborn to the groups and they would get as far as Japan, thats it. Most of all, this form of music cannot be understood by every individual. Which meant only a handful of us were the ones who did and we swore by that! Most of my contemporaries were still listening to Madonna and Michael Jackson or tapping their feet to the 80s pop music scene. We chose to get past the hair/glam bands, grab at the NWOBHM and the speed/thrash scene.

Bruce Dickinson growled in my bedroom about how I needn't be afraid, the experience was as safe as a song could be; honestly I'd to just let myself go......... Tipton's riffs helped me perfect my air guitar skills on harmony solos while I fought under blood red skies! Fucking Awesome! And then as time passed by, the advent of the more darker, notorious and sinister songs crafted by Mr.Reznor took charge. The occasional Mechanical Animal with his zapruder eyes tried to to convince me that rock was deader than dead.