Deepanjan Nag's Magnum Opus

Ever since Faust made his pact with the Devil, many have longed for things they could would willingly trade their souls for. The Holy Grail would have worked, but nobody could find it. The Philosopher's Stone was a contender, but gold lost its shine. Marijuana had promise, but couldn't make it past the sixties. Trendy dotcoms that served free latte to employees came close, but didn't last long enough. The lost tribes of the information age needn't despair anymore. Move over Faust, Google is here. An account with Google's email service, Gmail, with its 1 GB of storage, fantastic search facilities and innovative storage options is something every Net user has been dying to get his hands on. Till now only a chosen few have been invited to sign on. But they, in turn, can invite three more to sign up. So high is the demand for these invites that a whole marketplace has come up around it. Sean, a Canadian, has started a website, www.gmail-swap.com, which lets people w...

This must be one of the best movies of all time. It made me cry.

Blogger flaunts a new look and it just blew me away!

Santosh and I were witness to this heavenly sight from Ranchi. Semester exam was impending, but we managed to squeeze in some time for the visual fiesta. Total Lunar Eclipse

Google has stirred the hornet's nest for Hotmail , YahooMail and their fraternity. It is offering an unprecedented 1000mb space per email account! This is the genesis of the reinvention of web-based email.

An old discord flared up yet again and left me in tears. What have I done to deserve this?

I have been an avid reader of BusinessWorld for the past 6 years and thought of testing the unchartered waters for a change. Tried Business Today . Verdict : No Match! It's back to vintage wine for now.

BIT,Mesra

BIT,Mesra

Euphoria came, mesmerized the crowd & left. Caught amidst the fireworks of Computer Graphics (we were supposed to have a test the following day), I was coerced into missing all the fun. Anticlimax :Classmates who had exulted at the show played the emotional chord and got the test postponed, making me feel like a jackass. Life surely sucks!

It was proving to be a humdinger of a show until the hoodlums reared their ugly heads. What followed isn't worth a mention.

Myth against History-DILEEP PADGAONKAR(Times of India) The ugly turns and twists in the controversy over an American scholar's book on Chhatrapati Shivaji drive home the point yet again that in this country it is myth, not history, that ignites popular imagination. History is stuffed with ambiguities and contradictions. Its resources cannot be easily marshalled to push ideological and political agendas. A myth, on the other hand, is sanitised enough so that the good guys can be set apart from the bad ones without a trace of ambiguity. The casteist and the communalist, the regional chauvinist and the political opportunist can thus exploit it to further partisan goals. When members of the Sambhaji Brigade, a chauvinist Maratha outfit, ransacked the Bhandarkar Institute, a leading centre for Indological studies in Pune, and terrorised those historians and writers who had collaborated with the author, James W Laine, it was precisely because the book, in their eyes, slander...

1. My avant-garde views will fry tempers and crush egos of people with archaic mindsets if I continue with my overt postings. 2. I've made no bones about my real identity, thus necessitating mild self-censorship, something that has ruined the efficacy of my entries. 3. Living under the constant glare of public scrutiny is not particularly entertaining. It's like bathing is a transparent bathroom! 4. My write-ups tend to be a wee bit sardonic. It could breed bad blood amongst my acquaintances. Consequently, future postings will be made anonymously in a new blog. I may use my discretion in the distant future to transfer some of the more innocuous posts into these pages. Adios!

Leonids scheduled for 14-21. Hoping to catch a glimpse.

The impending semester-end exam has caught me with my pants down. Fear Not! Procrastination is my forte.

The bad thing about good things is that they are so transient. They leave behind in their wake fond memories that painfully linger. How helpless we are before the tyranny of time!

My table-clock exists in a sexist regime. As soon as its batteries begin to run out, its normally feminine-voiced hourly chime changes into an intimidating baritone!

I've stooped to the level of the masses & bought the November issue of Filmfare , a magazine most apt for the zillion empty cans who populate our country. Actually, the hidden agenda was to procure the text-marker that was bundled free with the copy. I guess that extenuates my case a bit, though I'm still guilty of patronizing tabloid stuff!