Speaking My Mind

I recently saw a video on you tube which totally trashed Palm Pre. This video was from none other than YouTube starlet ijustine. For those of you who don't know who she is, she is the poor man's Paris Hilton! She starts off by saying how Pre is a pathetic excuse of a competition to iPhone. The she pretends to go shopping for one in Best Buy. Now best buy as we all know, is not a primary phone or phone connections seller and most often than not don't carry a working model. Well that is enough reason for ijustine to start rambling about poor marketing by palm Inc etc... Then she goes to a sprint store and starts talking about how iPhone had a huge line of people braving the cold and rain to buy iPhone. In comparison there is not much fanfare for pre. You might be wondering why the heck am I writing about her video. Well, the video was so compelling that most of the viewers would have given up the idea of buying a pre and would have felt a sense of failure for not having gone

Of late I have read many blogs of Indians who in their endeavor to display their knowledge of the human psyche, have achieved nothing but tarnished the global image of Indians. By this I do not state that Indians are seen in divine light internationally. Like any other person from a myriad of nationalities, we Indians have a certain negative and positive attributes when it comes to work culture, living habits etc... These aforementioned self proclaimed intellectuals cater nothing but to reaffirm the misconceptions held by others. Indians have often been portrayed as corrupt, lazy, lacking work ethics and ignorant of the word punctuality. More people associate Indians with 'Indian Standard Time' (which usually means 10 or more minutes later than the stipulated time). I do not wish to answer everything posted online but I wish to send a message to these people to consider the repercussions of their posts. What is more painful is that young Indians pursuing MBA's and

We had a fire drill at work today and the experience evoked several memories and questions. When I was in school I had never participated in a fire drill and not because I didn't want to but simply because it was unheard of. Once in a year the fire department would send their personnel to demonstrate the horrors of fire and how to fight it. It used to be a fun day. Everyone would assemble in the play ground and wait in the scorching sun, squatting in the dust (much to the displeasure of mom's who had to take care of the dirt afflicted uniform). To overcome the boredom we would indulge ourselves in a variety of activities like archery (aka pelting stones at other kids), making crude drawings in the dirt or giggling away at everything and nothing! Well the fire fighters would eventually get there and start their demonstration/educations drill. On one such occasion I clearly recall that one of the firemen wanted to play trivia to test our knowledge of fire emergency. So he asked

Snow has always been an object of fascination to me. When I was in Mysore (ಮೈಸೂರು) where it seldom snows, I always wondered what snow would be like. The closest I had seen snow was on TV and I used to see these people skiing, making a snowman or having a gala time with a snow ball fight. The point I am trying to make here is that, all that I could associate with snow was 'Fun'!! Over a year ago I was preparing to come over to Cincinnati and I knew that I would be finally seeing some snow and I began fantasizing about all the things I would do...I was very excited and I could almost see myself tubing down a snow covered hill!! Well, it was a 3 month wait from September to December and there were talks about the first snow of the season in a few days and I was gearing up for it. I got myself a snow jacket (or I thought it was one) which was so bloated that I looked like the Michelin man. I could hardly get my back pack on or even walk along a straight line with the 'Jacket

About 2 months ago I got a four wheeler and this blog is all about my experience with my wonderful car. If I am to do justice in narrating my vehicular experiences, I should start with the story of how I got it. Spring quarter had ended and it was the onset of summer. Most of the desi population was preparing to make a trip to India and I had to start my internship soon. So far so good, but the only catch in this pleasant scenario was that the office was almost 14 miles away from where I lived and public transit options were almost non- existent . A daily cab ride was proving to be heavy on my pockets and I knew I had to fix myself a ride. Thus began my search for a car. My criteria for a car was anything which has 4 operational wheels, moves forward and backward, is fuel efficient and lasts about 6 months. At the moment my brother told me that one of his friends is giving away his vehicle and it was quite old with a mileage which is comparable to Forrest Gump's run. The best par