anime

Ever since I can remember, I've been fascinated with animation. Mom had recorded a few cartoons like tom and jerry on tapes and I've watched them over and over again, always fascinated each time I saw it. As I grew up I encountered animation by marvel comics....most notably spiderman, superman and x-men. I fell in love again, and the adrenaline rush which came through each time i watched them was overwhelming. However, the novelty of the storylines slowly started wearing off. By the time I had entered engineering, my fascination for cartoons like x-men (which was my favourite at that time), johnny quest, jackie chan adventures had started its downward slide.
While in my third year, I happened to notice a particular file named samurai x on the hostel LAN. This marked the beginning of a seemingly unending exploration into the world of anime(Though I must admit that I had a brush with hentai while in high school). However, pressure of placements and landing a good job (give me a break!!!) made anime take a back seat and I had almost forgotten about it until about a year and a half later.
Enter anima. Except for my roomie, I had never expected to see anime fans. Why so? Because of the 400 odd people I knew in the hostel, there were just two people (me and roommate) who adored anime!!!!! And when I meet this character, I am humbled. Her "otaku"-ness surpasses my craze by a huge and incalculable extent. Come to think of it, she even paints anime in her spare time, writes anime stories, eats with anime and will probably have an anime character and punchline on her epitaph. Phew!!!! After putting me on the anime track, I encountered lots of beautifully written and aesthetically made anime. However, none of them matched samurai x. I had watched samurai x in english. However, anima preferred japanese. I really wondered why. Isn't it a pain to keep one eye on the subs and the other on the screen while simultaneously trying to absorb the context, the intensity (or humour), and understand the text? I thought so.
But as she and I have discovered, the Japs are different. When one compares a dubbed and subbed version of the same anime, the dubbed version sounds like a shakespearean play. The tone and manner of speaking adopted by the japs are best suited for anime.
Just after I shifted to SAP I was again blessed(cursed) with long periods of free time. I made full use of the freedom given and my anime exploration started its next leg. Here I got to watch tsubasa chronicles whose music I absolutely adore. I watched around 60 episodes, but couldn't find the remaining. I loved the anime except for one small teeny weeny part. Every time saoran makes a statement about being with and protecting the princess, she looks at him with those humongous eyes and in that very irritating voice, says saoran-kun. aaarghh!!! It gets on my nerves even when I think of it, even when I am writing about it!!!
Then came nodame cantabile. This dorama was quite inspiring. Plus, I love music..so this was a double whammy. After that came claymore. It had all the elements to make a guy happy. Lovely chicks with great assets, great fight sequences, abundance of fan service and a plot which does not drag. The series lasted for just 26 epsiodes and had an open ending. I'm surprised that it does not make a mention among the most popular anime. My guess is that its because there have been loads of previous anime which have a similar storyline.
The high note of my anime journey came after I watched bleach. I don't want to say anything about it here as those who watched it know how good it is, and those who didn't ought to do it the first thing after they finish reading ma post. 155 episodes of pure entertainment. (Okay..you can subtract the fillers and a few cliched humour scenes.)My new roomie who until a few days back used to think that it was kiddie stuff has beome an anime fan. And in the course of flirting with the technical leader of his project, he scored thousands of points BY GIVING HER MY BLEACH DVD!!!!! So you see that the realm of anime's influence streches far beyond the virtual world.

alternatives

Me : How long will I be here?
manager: why?
me: umm just curious.
manager : why?
me: want to get transferred to my original office.
manager: why?
me: i don't like this place.
manager: why? because the place is nice thats why? because the food is good thats why?
me: its not like that. i'm just used to that place and have lots of friends there.
manager: you will be here till the end of february.
me: is it not possible to get transferred earlier?
manager: yes, put down your papers and thats it.
me(in my head): ( wtf? why do i need to resign to get transferred?)
manager: there is no third alternative. ( where was the first one neways?)
me: ( walks away from manager with head down, shocked and angry, mumbling a half hearted thank you)
manager: i will see if i can get it done earlier that that.
me: ( yea you scumbag....i owe you my life) yes sir.

sweet memories....where are they?

Childhood and years at college are often associated with memories, sweet and funny. Images of friends and yesterdays bringing smiles and tears. how often do we hear people talking about that uncle, this neighbour, that naughty cousin, how they played in slush, in the rain, in the fields, having such a good time in college, always bringing a smile and occasionally laughter at the very thought.

But when people ask me about my childhood, all i give them is a blank stare. What really happened in my childhood? Or for that matter my college days? Why is it that i don't remember being a child? what went on through all those years of schooling and college education? All the events, incidents that i do remember is simply with the help of other people. what is the most memorable thing to have happend to you? no clue. did you have a great time in college? Nothing that i remember.

friends will part but the memories of the times spent with them will always remain. I do remember my friends but the time spent with them? I dont know. I was always a dreamer, always lost in my own sweet little paradise.

I didnt have a childhood, I didn't have an adolescence, I'll never know if i was a teenager or attended college, save for my university marks sheets.

What is it that blocks my memories?

Born in the wrong era....episode 2

The mad hatter is back....this time with an argument. This is a logical argument to prove that it is not possible to create a function which generates random numbers...ever!!!

So, let us start off by assuming that we do have a function which generates random numbers. Now, given our obsession with computers, let us implement the damn thing using whatever programming language we want.

let us say we first generate some number using a generate button which activates the function.

now consider two cases: the number generated after the button is hit at time t, and the number generated after the button is hit at time t+t'

will the two numbers be the same?

If the answer is no, then it would seem that the function is dependent on time, which makes it non random.

if the answer is yes, then the function is predictable and hence it is non random.

so there you go...my argument as to why a random function cannot be generated.

but is there something called as dependant and independent random functions? if yes, then my argument holds good for a dependent random function

dreams

I've been trying to learn the guitar for around three months now ( i've calculated that by the number of times i've paid up for the classes...and i'm not very regular at that). I've always wanted to play the flamenco style. Check out the video.

This guy says its not flamingo or flamenco...am not too sure what the difference is..but what i do envy is the ease with which his fingers cruise along the fretboard. In other videos of his, he plays certain pieces so fast, it becomes difficult to even hum those pieces. How long will it take before i can play like that?

I'm trying people...just be patient and save your money for my album :-)

bored

here's what i do :
rise early morn
n go to the loo
dress up n wait for the horn

board the damn bus
wade through the shitty traffic
all this to be done without a fuss
inspite of the journey being so horrific

At my desk, my comp i unlock
eagerly to see if i've got some work
but afsos, at my door it doesn't at all knock
so while away my time like a jerk

watching anime
playing games
talking crap
looking at dames

back onto the bus i go
through the traffic stupid
my wierd little backpack in tow
my sense of optimism insipid

of this monotony
i am bored
i got into it for the money
but now im bored

Striving to be someone else

Children, they're all content with what they have

Content with the way they are,

Not concerned about what others have and how others look and behave.





Wonder why

a person develops an attitude so sly

As age comes by.





I am pretty sure 99% of humanity goes through a phase wherein they would envy even their best friends or their closest relatives. And its all about the money, the looks, the popularity: abundantly present on the other side of the fence, always lacking with oneself. It always starts out with observation which then leads one to compare. After the comparision comes the effort to match the person envied or even outclass him/her. Failed efforts will result in envy or self pity or an inferiority complex or a combination of these. Successful campaigns would result in the observation of a higher "achiever", and the process keeps repeating. This behaviour however seems to exhibit some good: it acts as a motivational factor to people to bring out whatever they've got in order to excel in what they think they're good at. The question is, at what cost? What would happen to competition if everyone were happy and content with what they have, how they look? The fact is today, there are billions of dollars floating around various industries which thrive on this very emotion of human beings. There are a few lucky birds who do find nuggets of gold in their "better than thou" quest.