And Einstein spake thus

“I do not believe in the God of theology who rewards good and punishes evil. My God created laws that take care of that. His universe is not ruled by wishful thinking, but by immutable laws.”

Did he IMPLY Karma there?

I suddenly feel an inexplicable urge to research Buddhism more than I have ever done before. Excuse me.

One more reason why religion is a stupid idea

Einstein was not an idiot. He had a point when he said religion was ‘childish’ [citation needed?]. Well, a Muslim community in mamma mia Hindustan has the idea that dropping their toddlers from an ancient tower to hit a white sheet stretched at the bottom would guarantee that they would make their way through life without major accidents.

I have to give it to them. If this bizarre act does not lead to a major accident, chances are that those kids have something supernatural in them. What the Reuters report at the following link.

http://www.reuters.com/news/video?videoId=81490&videoChannel=1004

If I ever father a child, I am gonna show him this video just to get some respect for not putting him through it. Probably, I would be able to get the same effect by explaining what circumcision is and telling him he did not have to go through it.

PS: I am not affiliated to any religion although I claim to be a Hindu since my Latin Catholic lifestyle imitates all Hindu rituals with a facade of Christianity (Its anything but Christian to be frank). This blog post is not divisive nor is it intended to spread some damn propaganda. I am just reporting the truth out there, and yes, it sucks.

“I loove ma laaaaptop”

Thats my next song… It goes like this on the chords “C6 E F# D”. You guess the rest.

Its  a Compaq C772 with 2 Gigs of RAM and 160 gigs of HD space. Yes, it has a P4 Dual core, and I wished for a Core 2 Duo, but I am only using this for coding web apps in PHP and AJAX so its cool.

Welcome to the Police State of America

This man was investigated for holding his daughter’s hand in a bus.

http://glennsacks.com/blog/?p=2158

And you guys insist the Taliban was too restrictive. Get your heads out of your stinkin’ ass.

Belief is a funny thing that makes a lot of people get out of bed early on a Sunday.

…and thats about it.

Today my bed burst into flames, again.

And I survived, to write this post. Another aimless cigarette, again. Only a doper would realize the gratitude you feel when you find the source of the smell of burning rubber right before you pass out. I have been living on the edge for quite a while now. I have been in accidents where I lost acres worth of skin, I have been in road accidents where I had the pleasure of watching a truck tire whiz past where my head should have been. I have explored the art and stupidity of binge drinking to the point where I have stopped doubting the existence of a God for the simple fact that I managed to come out alive. I have thrown my life around in the past year and a half. I am still alive, and I know not why.

Its time to forget the losses past. But, when did this all begin? Its a simple answer for a straight forward question. I made the classic mistake an intelligent person should never make. I valued the love a human more than my own life. Most of my close friends would know who I am talking about, and as such I would like to refrain from stating the name here. I never knew a heart break could do this much damage. But it was the only heart I had. It has been a self destructive saga of disasters self made. I am sick and tired of explaining to my boss and my friends why I keep losing skin and health in accidents. As my Team Leader Sanjeev once said, “Accidents are when the frequency of occurrence is low and random, these are mistakes”. They happened not because a freak alignment of the myriad factors of chance conspired to exterminate me. They happened because I did not give a shit whether I lived or died.

And this is about to change.

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A long PS: I have refrained from writing him an appraisal. My ego prevents me from doing lip service to anyone. But in the last few posts, his name has come through again and again. And now, I intend to take this through. I have a small list of names in my brain - a list of people who have influenced me positively to a considerably degree. Today, I have a new name to add to that list - Sanjeev Mitra, my Team Leader during my time with Norton. Here is the list below, in no particular order.

Mrs. Anitha - Guru, from whom I learnt my life’s most valuable lessons, and who tried to teach me math instead

Dr. Devika - Guru, personal philosopher and conscience builder

My Mom - Guru, and mom

Sree - Guru, and boss

Sanjeev Mitra - The best manager ever

Warning:

Somebody else said this first, but I just experienced it first hand. So..

Stare into the abyss for too long, and the abyss stares back at you.

People move on. I do not make an impact, and I do not matter. When you are truly alone, everyone you ever knew matters. When you have gone far too deep in solitude, you realize that everyone you ever had around you have moved on. They are working, earning, consuming and dieing out like the minions they are bound to stay.

At some point in your solitary contemplation, you are bound to realize that you are stuck in a frame of time that the rest of your society passed by without giving it a chip of thought. You will love this frozen moment and silently revel in it. You will fight the urge to catch up with time, and your society. And you will stay.

Welcome to the mind of a lost soul. You will find nothing here, but the realization of the most basic fact of life - It ain’t shit. Disillusionment dished out in episodes of incomprehensible prosaic eruptions. Welcome to the true world. What follows, will blow your mind and will waken you up. What follows will make you wish you were dead.

PS: I hope I pass out before I write the rest.

Will we keep going?

Life has changed. After a year of trouble shooting Norton installations and putting my brain to waste (as Siewert put it), I walked out at 1 pm, not to return again. The company promised to make me a communication trainer and went back on it, I promised to serve till the end of the month and guess what? Went back on it.

I walked out. No more talking to Americans who answered “Office 2002″ to my question, “Are you using Windows XP or Vista?”. No more assuring some blonde that the window that went away will come back if she clicks the button on the task bar that says “Symantec Support”. No more newbies to teach how to click. No more Americans who wake up when I start sleeping. No more waking up at 2 in the morning. Or so I thought, until when I joined my new job and the first client I caught (from Atlanta, Georgia) emailed me at 10:40 pm asking me for design samples. If God had anything to do with the design of the world, I believe he would have made it flat, just so we could all be in the same time zone.

I had ignored my blog for too long. Partly because I had found another way to vent my emotions, which was to diffuse them with alcohol and music (Thanks Symantec and Sutherland for putting that guitar in the cafeteria, but you do remember that I started this trend by putting my OWN guitar in the cafeteria of the MG road office?). Coming back to the point, I had ignored the blog because my life had become too routine and there was nothing to report. I could fix any problem with a Norton product in my sleep. I was too good at the job and too lazy to add to that. I was good enough to meet targets 6 hours into my 9 hour shift and lazy enough to close shop at that point. Those who were not lazy, toiled on. I pretended to look busy and read reddit.com and notalwaysright.com (Both recommended reading for my readers, pity you).

When I did come back, wordpress had this to say to me, “You have 363 posts, 4 pages, 16 drafts, contained within 23 categories and 6 tags.” And what do I do about it? This. Now I have one more post.

Welcome to the new me. Now, I am a web programmer. I do day shifts, unless one of my US based clients would like to talk to me. If you do have a Norton program on your computer that is misbehaving, please feel free to contact me in the middle of the night. Chances are, I would still be awake and rolling. I am still a 24/7 man.And Anju, Fuck you Bitch. I now make more money than you ever will. Who is laughing now heh?

My Team Leader was a gentleman if you stretched the meaning a bit. But he was the kind of manager I would want to be if I ever become one. He understood what we came to work for. He knew it wasn’t because we wanted to break the regional production record. Although everybody knew that every agent with a head phone stuck to his ears just wanted to have some fun on the floor and a smoke outside it, he seemed to be the only one who acknowledged the fact. It was a privilege and an honor to serve under him for this long, and this blog takes notice that the author has never spoken good of any other human being before during its 4 year long existence. The name was Sanjeev Mitra, and boss, if you do find this page while ego searching on Google for yourself, THANK YOU, YOU MADE ME. (And I probably have a bigger beer belly than you by now, I have been working on it

And that’s about it. I appreciate being able to sleep at night and wake up in the morning, something you guys in development already take for granted. I respect and value my clients in the US and will keep up my 24/7 work culture. I get paid to do that. More than you, hopefully.

PS: As I lay down and type this out on my C772 laptop, I finally realize. Shit ain’t gonna get any better than this.

Prohibition of death - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Prohibition of death has occurred in three settlements in southern France: Cugnaux,[2] Le Lavandou,[3] and Sarpourenx,[4] of which the mayor was inspired to pass the law due to the success of the mayor of Cugnaux in acquiring more space for tombstones in the village.[5] Ever since the law was passed in Sarpourenx, the village, with 240 inhabitants, has had just one death in all 2007

Prohibition of death - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

It must suck to live there. Or die, for that matter. That brings us the the inevitable question - How do they intend to punish a dead person for illegal death? Resuscitation followed by imprisonment?

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A year ago, I looked like that.

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Now, people think I am 27 years old.

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