Mera Jahan

I am addicted to Mera Jahan - Tare Zameen Par, listen to it if you haven’t [lyrics here]. What thoughtful lyrics, I felt like someone cleaned my thoughts and soul as I listened to the song. It reminds me of the wall experience of the campus days.
Let Me In Without A Shout
Le Me In I [...]

Lessons from music industry

Stop reading this post and go read Seth’s excellent post on Music Industry, actually the post is so universal in nature, it doesnt matter if you are a hotshot MBA with I have figured it all out attitude or super brilliant engineer with Ruby is not going to die complex. It doesnt even matter if [...]

Normal is Boring : Having fun in whatever you do

I was uploading some of the pics to flickr, which btw is an amazing site for managing and sharing photos online, and came across this little button on the top-right corner of the photo which can be used to edit photos.

Out of curiosity I clicked on it and it took me to picnik image [...]

Moved to Wordpress from Blogger

4 days of Christmas break without a thing to do. The first thing that came to my mind is to revamp my blog. I have been thinking of upgrading the blog (yes, thats right, upgrading) to wordpress from blogger for a while now. Since my blog is hosted on another site through ftp, there is [...]

10 good things about Seoul

My stay here is coming to an end in the weekend. I would be back in Chennai to read Metroplus with a sip of strong decoction coffee on Monday morning. Aah, the joys of coffee and news. Even though I am not here as a tourist I could see quite a few places and interact [...]

I love missing the last bus to office

I love my Sony Ericsson walkman phone. Ever since it entered my life most of the boring situations have become interesting. Being a new recruit in office meant having to eat my lunch alone, not any more ever since I got the phone. I could play “Aahista Aahista” from Swades by ARR or “Summer - [...]

PHD’s regular blah #3

“Hold on, hold on” the conductor shouted, “Nimmakuru yevarandi?” (who will be getting down at Nimmakuru?), he banged the door with the punching tool in his hand. The red bus came to a halt and we got down. I was clutching my granny’s hand tightly. She put her hand around my shoulder, I could hear [...]