Flame rates in SOHO, UK - 750-800 pounds per hour
Flame rates in Mumbai, India - between Rs. 3500 to Rs. 5000
Why so much of a difference? pray tell me...
Friday, March 16, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
an ocean of knowledge leads to bullshit....
the internet is a great place...plenty of information...so much that i can spend a whole week and sunday and still feel bummed about not spending enough time here.I do a lot of research...for some reason, i feel the need to look for information on anything that catches my interest....work related, philosophy,art,music,graphic novels,pornography,automotive,engineering...the list goes on and keeps increasing exponentially as the clock ticks.I seldom buy stuff without checking user reviews.The internet is an ocean of information.Always alluring....never seizing to amaze....all satisfying...lots of help....cant live without it anymore....Forums are a great source of information....i have subscribed to quite a few forums to keep myself updated on certain topics of my interest.I have also recently got seduced into blogging.A recent report claimed that on a global scale, people rely more on blogs for accurate representation of the current events and news rather than rely on the media and statements of reporters....does it surprise you?
I have always been inspired to write with a certain decency either in emails or in messages to my friends because of certain nice human beings on the internet who follow a certain level of net etiquette...no matter what we say about our foreign counterparts...they are much much more decent than indians.....to be more specific...the indian youth is so cocky and misinformed and the rudeness they project really makes one aware of the youth ignorance.The youth goes around throwing the most uncalled for rude attitude when responding to a decent query or topic.Case in point is a very famous website which caters to a certain underground music culture and the rockstar kinda way of life being attached to it.Because of over overenthusiastic young people firing off their mouths about the music and its hand in hand connection with illegal drug usage...some very talented and close friends are being charges with drug usage and being called drug peddlers.The ignorant authorities who have charged these innocent bystanders didn't have the patience to do their homework or weren't interested in the true culprits corrupting the youth of our nation.Drug culture is screwing with our nation's youth...that is an undeniable fact.But the fact of the matter is that playing with peoples lives in order make EXAMPLES out of them is down right illegal and disgusting.The law is being twisted and turned and these innocent people are suffering the wrath of the law which was once made for the protection of innocent people like the above said people.The media has shown footage of provocative dancing girls on national television to show the uninitiated that trance culture is a glamorous outing of a drug abusers coming together to do drugs and enjoy music...the media is playing with peoples lives for their fucked up ratings and we all know it.The ignorant kids who watch such footage are only motivated to go be part of such a glamorous world. we all are waiting for our friends to get free of this nonsense.Wives and brothers are waiting outside the police stations.Tears are being shed.Smiles are lost.Days gone bad.Faith is being questioned.Good law abiding citizens who pay their taxes on time are being man handled just so an inspector can bask in his moment of glory. The media is pulling on the cloaks of embarrassed children walking out of the police station and trying to get ahead in life with such footage. who are these inhumans...how do they go home and face their loved ones? How do they justify their existence? In all actuality....this drug bust is such a failure...the person who was supposed to be caught was supposedly so aware that she didn't land up at the said venue.Now the cops need to justify their expensive drug bust by framing charges on innocent people.....justice is not on the side of the innocent.....it sickens me to the core to imagine living in a country where the rich snort cocaine on every weekend and the law runs after kids for justifying their existence....i don't know what to do...I've seen his face in my sleep....it bothers me to see him that way....he is a good man....he doesn't deserve this....he is innocent.....all he wanted was to have a good time....he loves music...he does not sell poison to people.....let him go....his pain is connected to his family...they are suffering with him......he knows now the meaning of freedom....you've made your point....let him go....let the kids go back to their world....they don't deserve this.....let them go...the real bad guys are out there....
I have always been inspired to write with a certain decency either in emails or in messages to my friends because of certain nice human beings on the internet who follow a certain level of net etiquette...no matter what we say about our foreign counterparts...they are much much more decent than indians.....to be more specific...the indian youth is so cocky and misinformed and the rudeness they project really makes one aware of the youth ignorance.The youth goes around throwing the most uncalled for rude attitude when responding to a decent query or topic.Case in point is a very famous website which caters to a certain underground music culture and the rockstar kinda way of life being attached to it.Because of over overenthusiastic young people firing off their mouths about the music and its hand in hand connection with illegal drug usage...some very talented and close friends are being charges with drug usage and being called drug peddlers.The ignorant authorities who have charged these innocent bystanders didn't have the patience to do their homework or weren't interested in the true culprits corrupting the youth of our nation.Drug culture is screwing with our nation's youth...that is an undeniable fact.But the fact of the matter is that playing with peoples lives in order make EXAMPLES out of them is down right illegal and disgusting.The law is being twisted and turned and these innocent people are suffering the wrath of the law which was once made for the protection of innocent people like the above said people.The media has shown footage of provocative dancing girls on national television to show the uninitiated that trance culture is a glamorous outing of a drug abusers coming together to do drugs and enjoy music...the media is playing with peoples lives for their fucked up ratings and we all know it.The ignorant kids who watch such footage are only motivated to go be part of such a glamorous world. we all are waiting for our friends to get free of this nonsense.Wives and brothers are waiting outside the police stations.Tears are being shed.Smiles are lost.Days gone bad.Faith is being questioned.Good law abiding citizens who pay their taxes on time are being man handled just so an inspector can bask in his moment of glory. The media is pulling on the cloaks of embarrassed children walking out of the police station and trying to get ahead in life with such footage. who are these inhumans...how do they go home and face their loved ones? How do they justify their existence? In all actuality....this drug bust is such a failure...the person who was supposed to be caught was supposedly so aware that she didn't land up at the said venue.Now the cops need to justify their expensive drug bust by framing charges on innocent people.....justice is not on the side of the innocent.....it sickens me to the core to imagine living in a country where the rich snort cocaine on every weekend and the law runs after kids for justifying their existence....i don't know what to do...I've seen his face in my sleep....it bothers me to see him that way....he is a good man....he doesn't deserve this....he is innocent.....all he wanted was to have a good time....he loves music...he does not sell poison to people.....let him go....his pain is connected to his family...they are suffering with him......he knows now the meaning of freedom....you've made your point....let him go....let the kids go back to their world....they don't deserve this.....let them go...the real bad guys are out there....
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
gym sessions
Working out is something which I've been doing on and off ever since I was a little boy.If ever I do get to a consistent pattern of going to the gym and sculpting my body to a desired level, I would like to give credit to Rocky Balboa...a character Mr.Stallone created in the beginning of his career. This character is among the single most inspiring story of an underdog making it big and the movie showcases some very good sequences of working out where Stallone goes through his sessions.Anyway since i work in Bandra but live in Andheri, i prefer to go to a gym next to my workplace cause it makes more sense for me to go straight to the gym after work rather than travel back to Andheri and then hit the gym. My line of work is not too physically demanding.An example of physical activity would be picking up the phone and asking for coffee from the pantry.That can be quite strenuous too..if u have too make clients around and they need coffee on a reguar basis...Then there is the rare occasion of us required to attend a shoot for supervision purposes...which again demands us to go there and sit on our asses and chat away to glory about the shot....Such is the physical life of a compositor.Sit on your ass, work wit a stylus, pulling keys, cutting garbage mattes, taking stuff from here and pasting it there....full on mental shit and very little physical activity.But before u decide to make a career change...let me also tell u that the "sitting on your ass" can be for 3 hrs or as much as 72 depending on how nice or shitty the client is.So when one leads a life where picking up a suitcase or having to walk a bit makes one feel like a loser....one is enlightened to the fact that "muthafucka...go join a gym!"
Everybody has their own reasons to work out.If u ask me...whatever works ya!it may be to build up stamina....look good....wear a certain size....whatever....just go do it. i observed that i even change as a human being as i walk in there. I switch off.i don't think anything. i try my best to be the dumbest guy around. I go into the "damsel in distress syndrome". since i choose not to pay a trainer to dedicate his one hour wit me...i have to generally work with whoever catches my eye....i look at a trainer free and start talking like a kid....give him respect for his body.....make him feel like a king....he's the man...i know nothing....then he gets the kicks and then my session is nice and optimized....he sticks wit me....motivates me..and i walk out satisfied...paisa vasool!!
I have this theory though...that the gym is one place where one must shut the fuck up, cause that is one place dedicated to one's body and the mind takes a back step.....push ure body...put it through all the possible stress, so that when u rest, your muscles are developing....don't go to the gym and start bullshitting away to some lund and waste your time...cause your body wont wait...its cooling down....watch that meter....work out and get the fuck out....I put my body through all that punishing so that later my mind can be at ease.
I attend this physically torturous ritual 6 days a week and chill on Sunday cause the trainers need that Sunday too man!!!There's plenty of motivation around.I see some fine ass bodies around & i don't mean only them rapchik items.There are some desirable triceps on one guy.Well developed biceps on another.But i try not to compete.It only makes my session more stressful.I got this theory about competing.It came to me while i was playing one of them lame ass PS2 games.The only person one competes with, in these games...is themselves.( i know its not rocket science but it kinda feels good when these things come to u and u create ure own interpretation out of it and justify your existence and quality of life around it.)In the above said PS2 game, one faces off against many opponents either in a racing game or a combat situation or out and out nonsense fighting game...who r these oponents?...A.I.which means they r just code running around trying to pass off as competition.If one goes about ignoring these fools and just playing the game, the way the designers intended you to play....doing things right..making the right jumps...hitting the right combos...one is bound to win...I apply the same logic in the gym and in my general life too...keep going at it at your own pace....look and be inspired but don't try to be that guy...you will never be that guy...if you want to be that guy?...then who the fuck r u?....what is ure identity?....you no longer remain an individual...you become just another brick in just another wall of hypocritical society we all live in.The level of my workout is dominated by my genetics ,my mental strength and persistence.That's where one needs to give in to nature but work on one's mind for the persistence and strength...There will always be guys who can pull more weights and do more reps than me.Does it matter that stronger guys and bigger guys exist? well in a fist fight..it does but other wise hell no...
So what i do?I stop working out for the wrong reasons.I work out for myself and for the poor souls who have the unfortunate privilege to have to look at me. i work out so i can carry this burden called life...weep..weep..a little more easier...So i can take that walk around New York without having to fall back.It left me weak & tired in the winter.That sucked man.So that my clothes fit me better, till a day comes, when i can get them custom made....I wish to make her proud when we walk together on the street or when we enter a party.We men sit & check out chicks with great bodies and lust after them.Don't we all desire a piece of that well toned ass that just walked by. So what do we have to offer to our better halves. a beer belly? Fuckall clothes which we pass off as casual wear?What efforts do we make to keep the desire meter full for them.I'm sure a gang of men out there are shouting right now...."fuck this superficial shit"....i say to them.."wake the fuck up"....If being healthy and wanting to wear better clothes for the purpose of impressing one's mates,wives,mothers,sisters,fathers and friends is superficial....go ahead live in your warped realities.my sister once told me about this thought and it kinda opened up my mind.Is it too much trouble to go through?After all it is only once a while that we all go out.We mostly work the whole day and come back home late and rarely get the opportunity to dress up.Well to answer the question....put a price on the smile you see on her face when she sees u looking all sharp and neat and tidy on that one rare evening.that smile stays there through out the evening and to me that is priceless....females work in a very weird manner....they aren't impressed by the beautiful fireplace or the temperature of the flame...they just care about how much you have gone through to provide her with that flame.its always been the thought...the effort which gives them the kicks...that's what makes them happy....I've been working out for quite some time now...and even though I've got my reasons....I'm in a situation where the one person i want to impress, isn't around....if ure reading me...come back...cause it gets a little difficult without you....
Everybody has their own reasons to work out.If u ask me...whatever works ya!it may be to build up stamina....look good....wear a certain size....whatever....just go do it. i observed that i even change as a human being as i walk in there. I switch off.i don't think anything. i try my best to be the dumbest guy around. I go into the "damsel in distress syndrome". since i choose not to pay a trainer to dedicate his one hour wit me...i have to generally work with whoever catches my eye....i look at a trainer free and start talking like a kid....give him respect for his body.....make him feel like a king....he's the man...i know nothing....then he gets the kicks and then my session is nice and optimized....he sticks wit me....motivates me..and i walk out satisfied...paisa vasool!!
I have this theory though...that the gym is one place where one must shut the fuck up, cause that is one place dedicated to one's body and the mind takes a back step.....push ure body...put it through all the possible stress, so that when u rest, your muscles are developing....don't go to the gym and start bullshitting away to some lund and waste your time...cause your body wont wait...its cooling down....watch that meter....work out and get the fuck out....I put my body through all that punishing so that later my mind can be at ease.
I attend this physically torturous ritual 6 days a week and chill on Sunday cause the trainers need that Sunday too man!!!There's plenty of motivation around.I see some fine ass bodies around & i don't mean only them rapchik items.There are some desirable triceps on one guy.Well developed biceps on another.But i try not to compete.It only makes my session more stressful.I got this theory about competing.It came to me while i was playing one of them lame ass PS2 games.The only person one competes with, in these games...is themselves.( i know its not rocket science but it kinda feels good when these things come to u and u create ure own interpretation out of it and justify your existence and quality of life around it.)In the above said PS2 game, one faces off against many opponents either in a racing game or a combat situation or out and out nonsense fighting game...who r these oponents?...A.I.which means they r just code running around trying to pass off as competition.If one goes about ignoring these fools and just playing the game, the way the designers intended you to play....doing things right..making the right jumps...hitting the right combos...one is bound to win...I apply the same logic in the gym and in my general life too...keep going at it at your own pace....look and be inspired but don't try to be that guy...you will never be that guy...if you want to be that guy?...then who the fuck r u?....what is ure identity?....you no longer remain an individual...you become just another brick in just another wall of hypocritical society we all live in.The level of my workout is dominated by my genetics ,my mental strength and persistence.That's where one needs to give in to nature but work on one's mind for the persistence and strength...There will always be guys who can pull more weights and do more reps than me.Does it matter that stronger guys and bigger guys exist? well in a fist fight..it does but other wise hell no...
So what i do?I stop working out for the wrong reasons.I work out for myself and for the poor souls who have the unfortunate privilege to have to look at me. i work out so i can carry this burden called life...weep..weep..a little more easier...So i can take that walk around New York without having to fall back.It left me weak & tired in the winter.That sucked man.So that my clothes fit me better, till a day comes, when i can get them custom made....I wish to make her proud when we walk together on the street or when we enter a party.We men sit & check out chicks with great bodies and lust after them.Don't we all desire a piece of that well toned ass that just walked by. So what do we have to offer to our better halves. a beer belly? Fuckall clothes which we pass off as casual wear?What efforts do we make to keep the desire meter full for them.I'm sure a gang of men out there are shouting right now...."fuck this superficial shit"....i say to them.."wake the fuck up"....If being healthy and wanting to wear better clothes for the purpose of impressing one's mates,wives,mothers,sisters,fathers and friends is superficial....go ahead live in your warped realities.my sister once told me about this thought and it kinda opened up my mind.Is it too much trouble to go through?After all it is only once a while that we all go out.We mostly work the whole day and come back home late and rarely get the opportunity to dress up.Well to answer the question....put a price on the smile you see on her face when she sees u looking all sharp and neat and tidy on that one rare evening.that smile stays there through out the evening and to me that is priceless....females work in a very weird manner....they aren't impressed by the beautiful fireplace or the temperature of the flame...they just care about how much you have gone through to provide her with that flame.its always been the thought...the effort which gives them the kicks...that's what makes them happy....I've been working out for quite some time now...and even though I've got my reasons....I'm in a situation where the one person i want to impress, isn't around....if ure reading me...come back...cause it gets a little difficult without you....
Friday, March 2, 2007
Samosa party
a samosa party was held on the terrace of Pixion. the purpose of this party was explained to us as a way of getting the old guys to meet the new guys...No such thing happened..it was the worst party in Pixions history.Everybody came...ate samosa and kachori and went away.It was pathetic.The people who organised such a pathetic party deserve to be fired. What is wrong with these people....i have nothing more to say about this samosa party.
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