tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83906631739471358762024-02-08T02:49:54.871+05:30The Little Ranting Reptile and Other Stories....Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-42267029466918186532013-10-18T15:49:00.000+05:302013-11-09T19:46:26.322+05:30I sleep therefore I wake up. I slept well therefore I think. I think therefore I am.<div class="blog-main-summary">
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One fine morning, I woke up, made a lame Tweet (as usual) and triggered a very interesting conversation where another chap and me formulated a basic grammar rule about lump quantities and individual items, starting from most basic observation and reasoning. After that we had a philosophical semi-scientific discussion about whether sleep is a lump quantity or individually countable item and decided upon the grammatical correctness of my tweet. This is the story of that discussion.
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An update about the blog changing to its own domain from the old blogspot domain, as well as announcement about some other websites I started, including Comics websites, a photography website and a website about how to run such websites, at almost no cost! :)
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Telomeres are like biological counters in DNA that control the number of times cells can divide. I learnt a lot of fascinating things about how these play a role in ageing, regeneration and death. And more I read, more my engineering mind found them similar to loop counters of computer programs. In today's post I discuss some fascinating trivia about telomeres as well as my analogies with computer programming.
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Find our why I think global warming is perhaps a part of natural control system of the Earth to take in more energy when its energy usage increases. The design seems set up for biosphere. It could even be the natural solution to our energy crisis, once we figure out how to artificially harness it, just how we artificially increased the energy use on Earth, outside of its usual biosphere.
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An unwitting tragedy. A poem.
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A joke about happy tears.
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How drowning men, cats, straws, camels and your sucky life are all related...</div>
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One incident of a well-off Indian couple needing to take a loan to give dowry for their daughter's marriage made me wonder if the concept of 'giving dowry' is even feasible in the society in the long term, in view of reducing sex ratio, from perspective of 'supply-demand' or 'market economy'...
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</div>Ever since I heard that it is Tetra Pak that really protects what is good, I pour the juice or milk down the drain and happily munch on its box. <div><br />
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Teacher : O.K Little Johnny, I am going to test you on gender opposites.<br />
Little Johnny : Yes miss.<br />
Teacher: King?<br />
Jonnhy: Queen!<br />
Teacher: Good! Prince?<br />
Johnny: Princess?<br />
Teacher: Thats right! So tell me, King Kong?<br />
Johnny: Ermm...Queen Congress?<br />
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Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-27593217494468692642011-06-11T01:37:00.000+05:302011-06-11T01:37:18.853+05:30Up! Up! And Abbey!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Give Me Some Sunshine!<div>Give Me Some Rain!</div><div>Give Me Another Chance..</div><div>I Wanna Grow Up! Once Again!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Thus sings Phunsukh Wangdu before the second trial of his new GM seeds. The first trial failed. He plans to sell them under the brand them Up!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>It is a comment I made here: <a href="http://www.livemint.com/2011/06/09204548/Cicadas-ready-for-prime-time.html">Cicadas: ready for prime time</a>. At the time of publishing this post it is still awaiting approval.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The article talks about a particular variety of cicadas who show up only every 13 year and are currently screeching/chirping around in Alabama and Arkansas (USA states). The author explains one existing theory why they show up after such a strange number of years. I just added my two pennies worth. Here's my nerdy comment. Have fun ;)!</div><div><br />
</div><div><div><i>"Cool explanation. I thought a little about it, thought I would present the thoughts to maybe make this 'more complete' or at least add food for thought.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>I think LCM (Lowest Common Multiple, since different people learnt different names for it in school) has a very important part in this, even more than a </i><i>prime. The LCM of two numbers is their product if they have no factors in common.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>e.g.</i></div><div><i>6 & 7 - no factors common. LCM is 42 (6X7)</i></div><div><i>6 & 9 - 3 is common factor, so LCM = 18 (6X3 or 9X2) is smaller than above even though 9 is larger than 7</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>So if our 13 year friend has 39 year cycle predator, every generation of the predator would still get a nice cicada buffet, even though that would be every </i><i>third cicada generation.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>On other hand, if our cicada had a 10 (2*5) year cycle, which is definitely not a prime, the twain shall meet every (2 * 5 * 3 * 13) ie 390 years!!! that way </i><i>38 cicada generations would heave a sigh of relief, and every 39th would be screwed. But that 'years of peace' is just the direct advantage. Additinally, the </i><i>same predator's 9 generations would be devoid of cicada. If cicada were vital to their survival, they might be very dwindled in numbers, if not gone totally </i><i>extinct. So more reasons for the 39th cicada generation to rejoice!</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i> --->So, if the cicada is looking at saving itself from just ONE particular predator ( as your article says "these loud insects are trying to evade A </i><i>predator"), it would get maximum advantage by 1) having a life cycle years number which has no factors common with predator life cycle years number, even if </i><i>it is not a prime. 2) Within constraints of condition 1, having as large cycle as possible.</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>But, therein comes the statistical aspect, and an important one. Does the cicada have to worry about just one predator? Most likely, no. And even if yes, </i><i>does the cicada/nature know what the life cycle of this predator is? Again, we could lean in favour of no. In such a 'blind' or 'random' case, cicada's best </i><i>option is to go for a prime number, because it can only have factors common with predator if the predator's cycle is a multiple of it's cycle. I that case, </i><i>the twain shall meet at every preadtor generation (tough luck!) for such special 'multilple of cicada year's predator, and will meet at large intervals </i><i>(product of cicada & predator's cycle years) for every other predator!!!</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i> --->So yeah, that way primes are best, if we don't know the predator's nature!</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>And hopefully, the things the cicadas eat do grow every year, otherwise such prime cicada's would hit puberty, come out happy to find no predators, and die </i><i>hungry!!</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>Also, this theory makes sense only if, the 'adult cicada' eating preadtors themselves are in a biological state of feeding on cicadas for only 1 year (or </i><i>such short duration of time that the cicadas are out)</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>Otherwise, say the cicada has 13 year cycle, and predator has 30 year cycle. Mathematician will predict many happy care-free generations for the cicada, (13 </i><i>* 30 = 390, so only 390th generation needs to worry). But suppose out of those 30 years, the predator is in a state that can feed on cicadas for 5 years </i><i>(adulthood suppose). Then well, the cicada and this theory are both screwed. Like this...</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>say year 0 of the cicada (13th year of last generation) was year 0 of predator (25th year of last generation). Then in the 13th year 1st generation cicadas </i><i>are safe. But in the very next generation ie. in the 26th year, the cicadas are out just when the predator starts feeding! Shit! So if the predator has a </i><i>large 'feeding band' of years, prime or its neighbour non prime would not make heck of a difference. cicadas with 13, 14 or 15 years cycle would be toast in </i><i>their second generation. Rather the cicadas with 12 year cycle (non prime) will be safe at least in second generation. This is just a knee jerk thought, and </i><i>a very conveniently picked example to illustrate it. I have yet to think whether primes still cope better with such 'band feeding duration' predators in the </i><i>long run. I think in this case the optimum number might be a function of the 'ideal cicada prime' (if predator was not banded duration feeded), the predator </i><i>cycle, and the predator feeding band years. Just an intuition. Maybe will work on it later, maybe not."</i></div></div><div><i><br />
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<div>Cos Rats were often dead because of it.</div><div><br />
</div><div>If the Cat was named Pun, and it killed 10 Rats, this is a classic example of my copyrighted label</div><div>"Pun in.Ten dead"</div><div><br />
</div><div>;)</div></div>Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-80264601686971472382011-06-06T03:57:00.001+05:302011-06-06T03:59:15.977+05:30The name is Twister! :P Twister!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div>"Some fishes can fly but no flies can fish" thought the flying fish as it died of fly fishing.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Monet">Monet</a> was a great painter!<br />
He painted the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Claude_Monet,_Impression,_soleil_levant,_1872.jpg">Impression, Sunrise</a>.<br />
This is the painting that gave <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impressionism">Impressionism</a> its name!<br />
Impressionist paintings or 'Impressions' are a rage at auctions.<br />
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Blogger Adsense is just that! Auction of ads related to page Impressions!<br />
It is all about Monet, not money. If seeing is believing, here's proof:<br />
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Still insist it is about money?<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Show me the money!"</span><br />
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</div><div>"What the heck! I am a guy! I am not pregnant! Yaargh!" (guy in the audience)</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Dammit! How did you know? I was gonna have an abortion without telling anyone!" (girl in the audience)</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Hear hear!" (anti-abortion religious person in the audience)</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Haha you are so wrong bub!" (the littlest <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matryoshka_doll">Babushka doll</a> in the bag of a little girl in the audience)</div></div>Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-7038501282702056462011-05-10T18:25:00.000+05:302011-05-10T18:25:29.968+05:30How to be more human....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Be a cannibal at times!<br />
Cos u r what u eat!<br />
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And oh yeah, like the nuclear deterrent...no one will mess with u! World peace!</div>Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-50811233637718646352011-04-10T11:14:00.000+05:302011-04-10T11:14:31.502+05:30Dear February,<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Stupidosaur: Hey you know, my landlord keeps changing the house rent every month!<br />
Smartamigo: Haha thats odd!<br />
Stupidosaur: Yeah.<br />
Smartamigo: Is he like, crazy or something?<br />
Stupidosaur: Not really<br />
Smartamigo: But why do you put up with having to pay more and more rent every month?<br />
Stupidosaur: Oh he doesn't do that. He sometimes increases the rent, sometimes decreases it!<br />
Smartamigo: Thats insane! Didn't you sign some rent agreement with him?<br />
Stupidosaur: Oh we did! It was for the monthly rent!<br />
Smartamigo: Umm.....?<br />
Stupidosaur: It is the daily rent he keeps changing. High in November. Low in December. He didn't change it in January. But man he increased it to killer heights in February! Thankfully it went back to low January rates in March, but in April he has increased it back to the old November high!<br />
Smartamigo: (Processes the info and...) Argghhhhh!<br />
Stupidosaur: But don't worry! My daily wages also change the same way ;)</div>Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-85103772878628401882010-11-26T04:20:00.000+05:302010-11-26T04:20:39.193+05:30Dial F for Four Letter WordI never say the f word in the usual non literal contexts. Why? Am I a prude? No. Since class 8 I could never understand why I should start making a mental association between a word that describes something nice and negative states such as anger, hatred, frustration, etc. Just didn't make any sense. Neither makes sense now.<br />
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If you find that odd, go chuck yourself. Wherever you prefer.<br />
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P.S.: Taken literally, the last sentence just tells u to get the hell lost somewhere. although a rhyming word might have made you think something else :P<br />
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And yeah, happy swearing everyone!Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-49062958358293441442010-11-20T22:40:00.000+05:302010-11-20T22:40:46.080+05:30Her favorite!There is a pretty girl who loves to eat. She loves fruits. She loves vegetables. She loves milk. She loves fish. She loves meat. But no eggs. Anything egg-less, yes she loves it. She loves <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enrique_Iglesias">Enrique EgglessYes</a>.Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-69516770640331602622010-11-20T20:52:00.001+05:302010-11-20T20:54:48.269+05:30Two Tales of Three TVsHave you watched a TV ad promoting a TV by showing two TVs on your TV? I am fascinated that there are so many of them around. It is the ultimate tribute to stupid. <br />
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In this ad, they show a generic TV with bad picture and then they show the advertised TV with a great picture. If I am able to see clear picture in the second example and be fascinated by it, it automatically means my current TV is good, since it can show that clarity to me. So why would I need to buy their TV?<br />
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Or, if my current TV itself has bad picture, then I will never get fascinated by the 'clarity' of second picture. So why would I give a damn about buy their TV?<br />
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Their wonderful TV will look only as good as my current TV already is :P<br />
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I am having hard time to decide. Are the advertisers stupid? Is the audience stupid? Or is it stupidity that makes the world go round? :PStupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-11515934230977889232010-08-30T09:10:00.000+05:302010-08-30T09:10:10.573+05:30New Kid On The Blog!Hello folks!<br />
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Its been quite some time since I blogged. With my blogging frequency reduced, another punk has come on-board to make up for it. Its none other than my Camera! Yeah. Stupidosaur's Camera! Go check him out...<br />
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<a href="http://ooh-its-a-beautiful-world.blogspot.com/">http://ooh-its-a-beautiful-world.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Also, since he was pleading so much, I nominated his blog here<br />
<a href="http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/99206">http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/99206</a><br />
You can vote if you feel like it. There is that minor inconvenience of registering though!Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-52095062615779365752010-06-12T23:58:00.001+05:302010-06-13T00:36:39.629+05:30Prayer to the pot-belly deity!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Oh no, I am not talking about Ganesha here! That one has an elephant head on a pot belly. I am talking about the one that supposedly has a lizard head on what is now officially a pot belly...The Stupidosaur!</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">The thing is, I recently had my 'Body Composition Analysis' done. I didn't get it done by going out of the way. It was done as part of regular admission procedures at the gym I recently joined. And what did the analysis find out? The same thing many of us knew just by looking at me...that I am OBESE :P Thrrrrbbbt! :P</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Here are the hard numbers to convert the non-believers amongst you into believers....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Body Fat Mass (kg) - 20.5 (</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Normal range - 7.4 to 14.7)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Verdict? OBESE!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">BMI (kg/cubic meter)- 25.2 (</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Normal range - 18.5 - 25.0)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Verdict? OBESE!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Percent Body Fat(%) - 29.1 (Normal range - 10.0 - 20.0)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Verdict? OBESE!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Waist to Hip Ratio - 0.89 (Normal range - 0.75 - 0.85)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Verdict? OBESE!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">For such a mighty deity as described by the statistics above, I have made a prayer. However unlike usual prayers, it is more of a bhoot-bhagao (ghost-busting) mantra - meant to destroy the very thing it is directed towards - my godly obesity!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">So folks! Without further ado and boring delays, I present to you....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Prayer to the pot-belly deity! </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">(Side by side original prayer in gray for a greater illuminated enjoyment ;-) )</span></b></span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><br />
</b> </span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Tum hi ho mota, p</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>etu tum hi ho,</b></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tum hi ho mata, Pita tum hi ho,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Tummy baloon hai, sukha tummy ko!</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tum hi ho bandhoo, Sakha tum hi ho.</span></b></span></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tum hi ho Haathi tummy se haarey...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tum hi ho saathi...Tum hi sahare...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tummy naapna, bada huaa rey!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Koyee na apna siva Tumhare!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Thinny hoainga, toning kavraynga...</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tumhi ho naiya Tumhi khevaiya</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tummy se bhondu sucka' tumhi ho! </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tumhi ho bandhu sakha Tumhi ho.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Jo hil sakey na woh fuley bum hain</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Jo khil sake na woh phool ham hain</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tumhare (charne-ki-bhool)-e-gham hai</b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b>Tumhare charano ki dhool ham hain</b></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b><br />
</b></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The yucky bursty bada pet apna</b></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b><div><div style="text-align: center;">Daya ki drishti sada hi rakhna</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Tummy baloon hai sukha tummy ko</span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Tumhi ho bandhu sakha Tumhi ho</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Tum hi ho mota, p</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><b>etu tum hi ho,</b></span></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tum hi ho mata, Pita tum hi ho,</span></b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Tummy baloon hai, sukha tummy ko!</b></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Tum hi ho bandhoo, Sakha tum hi ho.</span></b></span></span></div></div><div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"></div></div></b></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>So, is the deity gonna go all 'diet'y? Nah! Just exercise I guess :P</b></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><b><br />
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</span></span></div>Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390663173947135876.post-27655755889395380592010-06-07T01:47:00.001+05:302010-06-07T01:49:09.646+05:30Meetha Sa Chadiya Bukhaar...Ramji Karo Beda Paar!Statcounter keeps me informed when people visit old pages on this blog. Recently someone visited this one:<br />
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A comment by Abhishek Sim there set me thinking. What would have the joke that he mentioned actually been like...<br />
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Why should a guy wanting to get paired up go to a temple?<br />
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Wahan...<br />
Bhakti milegi,<br />
Aarti milegi,<br />
Pooja milegi,<br />
Shanti milegi,<br />
Punyata milegi,<br />
Diya, Deepika...haan woh bhi,<br />
Saumyata milegi,<br />
Khushi bhi mil sakti hai,<br />
Prerna bhi,<br />
Arrey haan, wahan aksar Vidhi bhi hoti hai,<br />
Kisi kisi ko Deeksha bhi prapt hoti hai.<br />
Mandir ki Garima toh ekdum khas hoti hai.<br />
Aur kuchh mandiron ki Shobha badi hi sundar hoti hai. (Spell checker of Chrome is prompting me to change hoti to hot)<br />
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Why should a girl wanting to get paired go to a temple?<br />
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Wahan...<br />
Prabhu milega,<br />
Dev milega,<br />
Anand milega,<br />
Prasad milega,<br />
Kalyan hoga,<br />
Omkar hoga, Om bhi,<br />
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I am feeling sleepy and giving up for now. Who all do you expect to meet up with at temples? Comments section is wide open! Continue the lists!<br />
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(BTW title is a song (not title song ;) ) from Dev D, which is quite fitting, since the movie has both 'Dev' in title and marriage somewhere in the theme ;) )Stupidosaurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14440677810342540223noreply@blogger.com13