What I learnt in Singapore
1. 
..are HAWT!
99.5% roam around Singapore’s malls all the time.
99.5% of those in the above category wear hot pants all the time.
99.5% of those in the category immediately above are always accompanied by a dude who looks like a total jackass.
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2. 
Clearly they don’t do things the way Indians do it.*
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* Stella Maris happens to be one of the better colleges in Chennai. Consisting, as it does, of only girls. Hot ones at that.
p.s – Maris Stella seemed like an all-boys school! Sacriledge.
Kitni shiddat se tumhe paane ki koshish kee hai ….
10 posts old and I’ve already got an award! Ha!
I’m a Fucking Fantabulous blogger according to Anand Ankur ji. Oh oops, it’s just Fucking Fabulous. Never mind. I don’t deserve either 
. And i’m not passing this on to anyone (unless you want it). Please let me know if anybody wants it. It would be pretty lame if you said you wanted it right? Yeah, I agree. But, do let me know if you really want it! It’s a competitive world. Sometimes you need to reach out and grab blogger awards.
I will not reveal 10 truths about myself. I’m not in the mood for revelations. But if you’re a girl and you are really curious, you can mail me. I’ll tell you.
Penang – The Esplanade
My pics are still uploading to picasa. But I coudn’t resist uploading these here. Penang was extremely colourful. And the camera didn’t disappoint. 
More pics later. Maybe.
The sky, sand and sea colour combination was mesmerising. Loved the color of the sky more than the sea. 
Unfortunately I realised the year in the imprint date was wrong on the last day of my trip.
Random pictures log
Haalp! The moon is leaking!!
Global warming has “far reaching” consequences. :)
I watered this plant for 3 months. Then lost focus
The mosquito zapper. Weapon of mass destruction. My mom's weapon of choice, with in-built torch.
It broke a couple of days back actually. So if you hear an uproar in the T. Nagar area, it’s the mosquitoes celebrating a battle victory. The war, my friends, is still on.
My ex-GF. She dumped me for a 4 year old, Mangalorean hunk 
What did first crow tell the second crow?
Vaada yen machi. Vaazhakkai bajji*
A more pertinent question would be – “which is the first crow?”.
* Immortal words of the great T. Rajendran Rajender himself. Translates to Come my friend. Raw banana (covered with gram flour), deep fried.
Lengen- wait for it – dary!
Neil Patrick Harris’s spouts some really cool laws in this show. In the video he explains the hot crazy scale for girls. It basically provides guidelines on the hotness to craziness ratio that a girl should maintain. Do check it out!
This is a great show. Probably the best sitcom around currently. The comedy is not slapstick. In fact the jokes are sometimes quite intelligent. And if you’re not watching it, you should be! A pleasant alternative to Friends (which quite frankly i can’t bear to watch again anymore. Already know the dialogs from most episodes).
Enjai Ho!
Addicted
Photography enthusiasts should definitely watch this video. This song was shot as a series of still pictures, which makes you appreciate the amount of work that must have been put into shooting this whole song. I can’t even imagine, how much time it must have taken for putting together all the pictures to form a motion video.
I am currently addicted to this video. The song more than the video actually. It’s the kind of calm, soulful song that sticks to your mind and wants to be heard again and again and again. And in turn makes you feel like everything is alright with this world.
The song is called Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie.
Decisions
Does this school have better placement prospects? Will I get part time work in this university? School A has a good biology department. Can I make extra money by donating … umm … how do i put it … bodily fluids for research experiments? Is this school less expensive than the other one? Will it be colder at Univ A or at univ B? Orkut community discussions show many jerks headed to Univ B. Should I head to A then? Why are all of them headed to B anyway? Is the program at B better than the one at A? Are the chicks at B better than the ones at A? Is the beer at B’s pubs better than the ones at A’s? What if the admit at C also comes through? So many questions. So little time.
Decision, decisions, DECISIONS! My life seems to have become a series of continuous decision making. Bad ones, mostly. The latest one I’m forced to make is regarding choice of school I plan to attend for my Masters. I’m spoilt for choice. Proud as I am at the outstanding enthusiasm on the universities’ part to recruit me as their student, sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a genius and universities wouldn’t fall over each other to have me. 
It’d make my current decision making process a lot easier!
Ironically, I will be studying decision theory as one of the subjects. Whichever university I go to.
Multiplication shortcuts wanted
Does anybody know multiplication shortcuts for 33 and 13? I am going to Singapore-Malaysia and those are the approximate currency conversion rates there. And being a middle-class Indian person (who btw, is currently regretting blowing away money on this trip instead of saving up for his Masters in US) on his first foreign trip, I would be constantly multiplying whatever numbers I hear by either 33 or 13. And, needless to say, freaking out at the money I will be wasting. If the waiters at Saravana Bhavan @ Singapore say that the dosa is S$10, it would be easy to freak out and scream, “You mean Rs. 330 for a lousy dosa?!?”. But if the number turns out to be, say S$13, I do not want to spend 5 minutes with paper and pen performing long multiplications and then freak out and scream the exact converted amount. It’s just not done. The moment would have been long gone. I could scream approximate amounts, but then I’m a perfectionist.
So, if anybody knows multiplication shortcuts for 33 and 13, please tell me. Maybe I’ll get you something cheap from Singapore. Or Malaysia.
Does Saravana Bhavan @ Singapore accept Sodexho vouchers?
Why I want to study further
So why do I want to leave a cushy job with a company that provides a reasonably fat pay-cheque, challenging work which i conveniently ignore in order to tweet at complete strangers, home pick-up and drop facilities in an A.C. CAB! with …..OMG!….wait for it….. flexi-timing!!, free medical and health insurance for self and dependants (and that includes my father who is working!); to study in a university in the US of A, when the economy is at an all time low, is expected to get worse, neither the internship nor the placement scenario is showing any promise of a job, and …. OMG! …. I might actually have to take some probability and statistics based courses for credits???
Simple. I like living life on the edge. I’m the adventurous type. That, and the results of new studies which show that the male’s brand equity in the matrimonial market is equivalent to that of a sewer rat as long as he’s just a B.E.
Online studies taken up by up-to-date maamis recently have also shown that if you’re only a BE, and happen to be associated with the IT industry (eek!!), then your brand equity dips to a new low. It becomes equivalent to that of a lice on the sewer rat’s fur. And it is common knowledge that if there’s anything more unwanted than a dirty sewer rat, it is the lice residing in the dirty sewer rat’s fur. However, high its standards of personal hygiene may be. So if you’re just a BE (and an unmarried male) in the IT industry, God help you!
Investment bankers are currently the ones with the lowest brand equity. Statistics show that no investment banker has managed to score in the matrimonial scene in the last 3 months. Brand equity comparisons are being made with the bacteria dwelling in the rat’s… well, you know what? Let’s not worry about investment bankers. They’ll do fine once the market is back on its feet.
The Lost joke(s)
It’s official. The last post/strip was a total disaster. What, I thought, would make me feel like what Einstein must have felt when first presenting the theory of relativity among his chuddy buddies and the general scientific community, has turned into a damp squib. I was expecting hoots of laughter and general appreciation of my complex intellect for coming up with such a fine piece of deviously humourous literature. Much like Einstein would have expected a “Cheers mate! The Nobel’s yours!”. Instead, I feel like Einstein, who after animatedly presenting the theory of relativity (with the enthusiasm of Navjot Sidhu discovering that his fellow commentator’s mic has stopped working), finds the chuddy buddies and the general scientific community staring blankly at him as if saying, “EH?”.
The hidden meanings, double meanings and all other forms of meaning that I had delicately nurtured on my way to work, while pretending to work and while going back home from work, have gone unnoticed. One friend summed the last post up nicely for me, “It went over the top buddy”.
A-hole-has-been-found-in-the-nudist-camp-wall.-The-police-are-looking-into-it. This is not a Looking-into-the-hole-Get-it-Ha-ha! type reconciliation post. I am not planning to explain my joke in this post. The only thing worse than a joke that is not understood is the attempt at explaining it. It’s like the hymen reconstruction surgery that a girl, having lost her virginity undergoes before marrying the unsuspecting software engineer types. The joke’s lost on him. The software engineer would be all “Aah! Haha. NOW I GET IT!!”. But it’s of no use. Virginity, time and double meaning jokes are handed out to be lost only once. So I will refrain from any such reconstruction.
This is just an angry rant at having lost the chance for a Nobel prize in Literature.
This is also my stupidest rant i think. But then I keep raising the bar on stupidity.
Double meaning jokes are on the endangered list. Something has to be done.
Did I use the word reconciliation correctly?
