One Word for Gutsy Gibbon
One word to describe Ubuntu Linux’s Gutsy Gibbon distribution: Beautiful!
It’s way more user-friendly than the other OSs I have used (Mac not included). Can be customised to any extent…even by a lay user. Since most of the stuff is not built-in and one has to do some searching on ‘How to’ wikis, there is a personal sense attachment and achievement that develops over a period of time. That’s why I can tolerate not being able to watch VCDs (.dat files), a screwed up flash player, a menu bar that changes its alignment by itself and can still be happy.
This is how my desktop looks after I tweaked it a bit:
Many thanks are due to Santhosh for installing the OS. God bless you!
Sleepless Summer Night
Too much activity in my brain meant that I could not fall asleep yesterday night. So, picked up my brother’s phone, plugged the ear phones and started the music player. Usually I am very choosy about the songs I listen to, so decided to curb that instinct. And it felt good. Accepting whatever played. Lesson learned:Being too choosy can be troublesome at times.
The fusion of songs and thoughts went something like this:
Dus bahane karke le gaye dil…oh le’s change this one…no, don’t pick that stylus…let the song play…stay away! darn…ok.
When will I start writing the way I want to…Mahi we, teri yaad aati hai re…hmm good song…shall we jump to the next one? No, remember the resolution.
Maula mere maula mere…beautifully sung chorus, but Roop Kumar Rathod’s voice sounds constipated, shall we jump? Stop being too pesky.
Yaaron, na fikar the parvaah, bah! this one’s by that copycat Pritam…and it has Sonu Nigam to add to the woes…let’s jump this one…please! No way…a word is a word. Sigh…OK…
Kya mujhe yaar hai…mhmmm used to like this one. not bad..let it play…
Ae mere humsafar…ahaa…those good old days
And so it went on, though my ears were beginning to hurt. Turns out I listened to no less than 29 songs on the trot…fell asleep listening to Rahman and Fateh Ali Khan’s Gurus of peace…woke up with Only you from the same album. Unplugged the head phones. Had a blissful sleep.
The Sunday Bath
This is the third straight Sunday I’ve had to take a bath. Two weeks back it was Gudi Padwa, then it was Sriramanavami and today it is my dear God Hanuman’s budday. Sigh…can’t they spare me a bath on Sundays?
Anyway, heard this song playing at the nearby Hanuman temple: Aaj Hanuman Jayanti hai, aaj Hanuman Jayanti hai, aisa lagta hai jaise saari jahaan mein masti hai, aaj Hanuman Jayanti hai. Tune borrowed without permission from the yesteryear marriage anthem, Aaj mere yaar ki shaadi hai. These bhakts I tell you….That apart, my good old friend, Sumit Kale is getting married. The dude had a tough time finding a job of his choice till about an year ago…now he’s got the job and a girl too. And here I am, single and ready, and no girl gives a darn. Such is life.
Take Me With You
My niece came calling yesterday. I was about to leave for work. She came up to the door to say bye bye. The sun was shining down on her face and the shadow of the grills on her face made a pretty scene. I stopped and clicked.
Chargers Take on Riders
The IPL is on. Deccan Chargers play Knight Riders. it’s 47/2. Gilly and Monkeyman Symonds are out there. I hope they kick the Riders’ ass. At least that will make the other monkey, SRK, quiet.
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Lyrics for the moment
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave! – Eagels, Hotel California