So I bought two rings from Jabong.com. If you have been a regular reader, you may recall that I bought a ring from Jabong back in 2012. I lost that ring in March of this year when I was in the loo at the office and accidentally dropped it in the toilet as it was flushing. Since then I thought I should replace it and get one or two more. So I ordered two from Jabong, from different makers, and for some reason even if I bought them on the same day and in the same shopping cart, they were shipped on different days.
That’s what the site says and I got the first one, pictured above on Friday afternoon, delivered to my home just after I left for work. I came back home and did an unboxing in the wee hours of the night and wore it to the office on Saturday. The other one came yesterday, after I had left for work. So I unboxed it and took a couple of pictures of that as well. The first one cost me just Rs.345 and shipping (around Rs.50 I think) while the second one was Rs.800 and shipping was free.
So what do you think? Do they look nice? I’m not one for gaudy jewellery and gold/precious stones. They have never held much appeal to me but I do like nice casual stuff like these.
Do you thrive under pressure or crumble at the thought of it? Does your best stuff surface as the deadline approaches or do you need to iterate, day after day to achieve something you’re proud of? Tell us how you work best.
I don’t go looking for pressure, I avoid it if I can. But shit happens and sometimes there’s only so much in your control. When it happens the best way to deal with it with a little urgency, keeping a cool mind and to not let it frustrate you otherwise it can overwhelm you and eat you inside out.
My best stuff comes out when I am not facing a deadline and when I have less bullshit to deal with. At times things have worked out well in adversity and against the clock but even if I enjoy the outcome I do not enjoy the pressure of dealing with a 1000 things that could go wrong. Once it a while it’s alright but to always be under pressure isn’t good for you. I would rather have a breather more often than just at the end of a project – keeps you healthier both physically and mentally.
For those of you who feel that you must have pressure to do your best – here’s to ya. More power to you, great for you. That’s ok but it’s not the same for the rest of us. Enjoy!
At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
I think I was pretty young when I realized that all of us, including my family, friends & myself are mortal and that we all will eventually grow old and died. And that the rest of us who live on after a loved one’s death do miss and mourn for the dead person. I was lucky that I never did experience someone close to me dying until much later in life. Would it have helped, if I had experienced it earlier in life? I dunno.
Since 1992 I have lost an aunt, an uncle I was close to and both my grandmothers. There were a few other deaths but not relatives I was really close with. In the last few years a couple of old friends & colleagues have passed away as well. I also lost two cats and a dog that I loved with all my heart. Losing pets is a lot devastating, especially since you can’t tell them how you feel in words and neither can they speak back to you. But yes the feeling is still the same even without understand the words and it is hard to get over. My dog was with me for 11 years and it has been a little over 10 since she passe but I still haven’t gotten over it and I still think of her every day. Not a day goes by without me thinking of my Shawny.
Which is probably why I came up with this fictional futuristic world in where all humans and other earthlings were infected by an alien created virus that added with a protective shield / forcefield stunted aging and made us all immortal and when you take into affect that our living conditions and technology have made us be able to live comfortable and cushy lives, things are awesome with no deaths, injuries, illness, thirst, hunger or pain. That sounds fine to me.
So I woke up after a heavy sleep at 8:45 am and after brushing my teeth and washing my face I went to get a cup of coffee. First of the morning. A little after that I needed to go to the toilet and while I was sitting there, doing my business, when out there in the corner just under the sink I see a little spider coming out. I hate spiders, in case you don’t know. They suck and they are disgusting. Since I was still on the toilet, I picked up the bidet shower (you know the water hose pipe thingy on the sides of toilets) and squirted the little beast.
He scurried away under a plastic dice designed stool I have in the corner of the bathroom and which sits under my sink. Thinking he wouldn’t dare show up again, I went back to staring into space and doing my thing but lo and behold! the little beast shows up again. I hosed him again thinking that this would kill him but he scurried away yet again, only to come out in another 30 seconds. Persistent little bastard, aren’t you? is what I thought before I squirted him with a longer streak of water and he turned upside down and disappeared behind the stool. I was almost proud of myself which only lasted another minute when he comes out again!!!
This time I was even a bit pissed off and I squirted the bugger with a prolonged dose and he once again went belly up and disappeared behind the stool. Feeling like Clint Eastwood, I sat back and waited. Well? Are you going to show up again?A minute or two passed by and no little spider. “Oh, I must have killed him for good this time” but I wasn’t sure. I had completed my business but I didn’t get up. Hell, was I actually worried about the little guy, having gotten a grudging respect for him by now! I was sure he was a goner but there he comes out. “Alright spidey, atta boy!” I said to myself. He went off into the gap behind the sink’s hose.
Wait a minute! Was I actually rooting for a spider?
The McDonald’s Grilled Chicken Royale comes with two grilled chicken patties & 2 chicken cold cuts. I keep calling it the Grilled Chicken “Royal” instead of “Royale” in the video. In my defense…..nope I got nothing! My brain was probably roasted in the afternoon heat! Still a great burger and it was really delicious.
Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.
Looking out my back window – well it’s the back window of my bedroom and I live in a 7th floor apartment – I see the road next to my apartment building. It’s getting dirty and it’s in dire need of repair works and it’s water logged at the sides and the potholes at the moment due to the massive rainfall we had most of yesterday, throughout the night and continuing this morning. Bikes, cars, trucks and people all trying to make their way through that road.
I see some buildings, a few houses including one large 3 storey home, a few bigger apartment buildings and lots and lots of trees and greenery. That is one of the things I do like about living here – the green is good! Lots of trees and bushes and plants and stuff. Green is the dominant colour especially when you see the view from above. Plus yeah we do have a lot of the apartment buildings and some that being built in the view as well.
There’s a lot of pollution, garbage kept in one corner of a plot and alot of junk as well. Our rather rich neighbours who own that big 3 storey house have a tendency to buy stuff (including what I suspect is plastic as well) in their vacant lot that’s just behind my building. Which makes it difficult when the smoke comes in through your windows and doors. But that’s my view.
In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)
I don’t know baseball at all but I know what the term Grand Slam means in tennis. The Grand Slam tournaments, or Majors, are the four most important annual tennis events. They offer the most ranking points, prize money, public and media attention, the greatest strength and size of field, and greater number of “best of” sets for men. The term Grand Slam also, and originally, refers to the achievement of winning all four major championships in a single calendar year within one of the five events: men’s and women’s singles; men’s, women’s, and mixed doubles. The term “Grand Slam” without qualification refers to winning the four majors in a single calendar year.
For me, a personal life “Grand Slam” – to which I am no where near to achieving is very simple. A four shot at success would be to a) get a heavy duty and well paying job where I get all the perks and benefits possible or get a work at home job where I get paid a lot but don’t have to deal with corporate BS b) find, fall in love with a wonderful woman and have her fall in love with me and get married for a successful & happy married life c) buy a nice home with a green backyard for kittehs and puppies to play in & d) get to travel and see the world as much as I want to and even move to where I’d want to move and live there.
I am no where near achieving any of that. So no Grand Slam for me. Not even one single Grand Slam tournament or final showing. Yet!
Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t.
I’d love to be able to be a whole lot more creative. I love music and wish I could have some musical skills and be able to play the drums, the saxophone, the bass, the piano / keyboards, the violin but mainly and most importantly the guitar – acoustic classical, Flamenco, blues, hard rock & metal. I would love to be able to create music or even just pay my favourite music and be lost in the playing of such music. The feeling must be like no other to be able to lose oneself in a performance.
I’d also like to have the discipline to be able to sit down and focus on writing out a book. I have so many stories, enough stuff for novels and ideas for films or tv series that I have in my mind but I lack the discipline to commit myself to writing it all out on a word processor and finish it. I once wrote 13 chapters of one of my novel ideas on MS Word and chucked it out because I couldn’t find the direction I wanted it to go in the next chapter. Deleted the whole thing! I also feel that I am unable to express the awesomeness of what I see in my brain / mind and put them down in words.
Any other creative skills? Sculpting, drawing, painting, creating models etc. Things like that.
The news about this hit me in the liver! Lol, not really but it did bring back a whole lotta memories. Old Monk Rum was the very first alcoholic drink that I ever drank, other than beer ofcourse. I was 19 and my much older cousin brother gave me two tall glasses of rum+cokes on ice (or was it rum+coke+lime) and I loved the taste. And ofcourse I got tipsy after the 1st glass. After that first taste, I started drinking rum on a weekly or bi weekly basis and Old Monk was my rum of choice.
For almost last decade, Old Monk has held the prestigious title of India’s best-selling rum and one of the best-selling spirit brands in India. As many as 8 million cases were sold every year. There was a time when Old Monk had the rum market pretty much sewed up. There were other brands also, of course, but none came close in quality or popularity. However, our old friend also had a bad year in 2014 with its sales dropping down to just 2.1 million cases. In other words, Old Monk sales contributed to just 5 percent of the market according to a market research agency, Euromonitor. The decline of Old Monk has been paving the way for many rivals including McDowell’s No. 1 Celebrations which has become the best-selling rum worldwide. Nonetheless, the loyal fans friends of Old Monk will consider it a grievance if they had to gulp down even a sip of any other rum.
With the easing of import restrictions other players entered the market. Rums from abroad began appearing in the liquor shops. Biggest of them was the Bacardi brand, an interloper from Puerto Rico. The company is the world’s biggest producer of rum. Before you knew it, Bacardi was distilling and bottling it in India itself, in Karnataka. While Old Monk came only as dark rum, Bacardi gave us a choice: you could have it dark (robust), gold (smoother) or white (perfect for mixing cocktails). Now we had something to please everyone. Women, who started drinking in larger numbers, preferred the white spirits and go to restaurants, bars or clubs in the company of men or with their women friends. They order wine or cocktails. Mojito, a white rum cocktail, became a very popular drink among women as well as men. There were other cocktails like daiquiri and pina colada that required white rum.
I will always remember the evenings & nights I spent drinking rum + coke in the bars of Bangalore back in 1995-96. When I came back to Cochin, rum and Old Monk was my preferred drink whenever I would get together with my friends and colleagues. Drinking with a few buddies after work (or on the odd occasion before a night shift) at one of the smaller & affordable bars on Marine Drive. Rum+coke was my drink until I was 28 (almost 11 years ago) and switched to vodka + sprite/7up which became the drink that defines me. Everyone knows me by that combo! However on the odd occasion I have opted for white rum once in a while and will definitely be trying more in the coming weeks and months. However along with that bottle of Bacardi white I will have to get a big bottle of Old Monk, to toast the old days. Before they stop making Old Monk altogether. Here’s to the memories!
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If that seems too easy, try this one: who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience?
I don’t or won’t name a particular person or anything like that but if I could be someone else for a day, then I’d choose to spend 24 hours as a powerful & extremely rich playboy. A multi-billionaire who would spend a $ 100,000 for breakfast alone and think that it was a cheap meal! I’d want to wake up in a rich mansion overlooking a bay, with lots of scantily clad chicks around, who will be willing to do anything for a good time!
I’d buy a huge jet plane and fly my harem to Las Vegas, on the way joining the mile high club. Oh, don’t worry – I would have sprinkled a bunch of viagra into my morning coffee, juice & protein shake to make it with all these chicks. Then I’d gamble, order lots of food and drinks, buy everyone in the casinos a drink and some lobster. Party all day and party all night, up till the sun comes up. It will be the party of the……well the party of humanity!
And then 24 hours later I wake up back in my small apartment, in my bed with just a hangover, some awesome memories and a huge grin that won’t wipe off!
Here’s a closer look at the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-E from Eaglemoss’s The Official Star Trek Starship Collection. A close up video of the E after I have her mounted on her stand and set up on my red metal chair.
If you could pick one person to be commemorated on a day dedicated to him/her alone, who would you choose?
Me. Why the fuck not?
I can be a great friend, a good listener and empathizer. When people need help, as long as they are good people who don’t harm me, I try and help out as much as I can. I try to get them stuff, help out with resumes, appraisals, job applications, interviews etc. I offer advice when it is requested. I try to do right by most people who are good.
There is father’s day, mother’s day – what about sexy uncle’s day? Lonely bachelor’s day? Best friend who is always out of the spotlight day? Guy who would help you and admires you from a far day? Ok but not in a creepy stalker way. What about guys like me? we need a day too, for you all to appreciate us!
Ok I meant only me. Cause I am one of a kind. Screw the others!
I just finished clearing out an old steel almirah that sits in my bedroom and took all of it’s contents (save for a few things that I am still looking for a place for). This has been pending since February of this year Man, do I ever procrastinate much! Well in all fairness, even though I went to look for book shelves / display shelves for my room, the problem was that there was a bunch of old but unused sarees and some sheets, bedspreads and other stuff that my mom kept in the almirah. I need to free space to keep those first.
As you may have read in a previous post, I finally got round to clearing out my built-in cupboard and that freed up space for the things in the almirah. So today I removed all the sheets & clothing material from the almirah and stored them in the built-in.As you can see in the left pic, it is empty except for a few things – my old BlackBerry, a USB cable, some other stuff which I can easily move when the time comes to take the almirah away. All other old books, music cds (i have everything backed up on hard drives in mp3 format as that what I listen my music and haven’t play the cds in ages) and junk has been put in boxes to be hauled away and sold.
In the right pic below you can see some old magazines and some diaries on the top shelf of the built-in cupboard and just below that are some of the dvds that I have. I have a lot more space for more, so I am good there. On the left pic you can see the cloths and sarees and other items which I have kept in the bottom two shelves. There is still some room left over for more stuff.
And finally the top right larger shelf – currently here lies my collection of 12 Star Trek Starships (from Eaglemoss) that I have bought so far. I will be buying two shelves to display them and more items that I intend to buy later. Also in the pics you can see my Camera coffee mug and a custom Star Trek theme coffee mug that I had made – both in their boxes. Someday soon they will all be on display properly.
Actor Omar Sharif, best known for his roles in classic films Lawrence of Arabia and Doctor Zhivago, has died aged 83. Egypt-born Sharif won two Golden Globe awards and an Oscar nomination for his role as Sherif Ali in David Lean’s 1962 epic Lawrence of Arabia. He won a further Golden Globe three years later for Doctor Zhivago. Earlier this year, his agent confirmed he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. His agent Steve Kenis said: “He suffered a heart attack this afternoon in a hospital in Cairo.”
In 1954, Sharif began his acting career in his native Egypt with a role in Shaytan Al-Sahra (Devil of the Desert). In the same year he appeared in Sira` Fi al-Wadi (Struggle in the Valley). He quickly rose to stardom, appearing in Egyptian productions, including La Anam (Sleepless) in 1958, Sayyidat al-Qasr (Lady of the Palace) in 1959 and the Anna Karenina adaptation Nahr el hub (The River of Love) in 1961. He also starred with his wife, Egyptian actress Faten Hamama, in several movies as romantic leads. Sharif’s first English-language role was that of Sharif Ali in David Lean’s historical epic Lawrence of Arabia in 1962. This performance earned him a Best Supporting Actor Oscar nomination and a Golden Globe Award for Best Supporting Actor – Motion Picture, as well as a shared Golden Globe Award for New Star of the Year – Actor.
In recent roles he was seen in The 13th Warrior, Hidalgo and narrated 10,000 BC in 2008. In later life, Sharif lived mostly in Cairo with his family. In addition to his son, he had two grandsons, Omar (born 1983 in Montreal) and Karim. Omar Sharif, Jr. is also an actor.
Omar Sharif (born Michel Demitri Chalhoub) – April 1932 – 10 July 2015