tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105299052024-03-08T04:46:43.286+05:30Amy & The Fifth BeatleTravel, Sports, History, Mathematics, MiscellanyFifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.comBlogger368125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-3789829955246306832013-04-10T21:49:00.001+05:302020-08-04T23:06:51.027+05:30Sporting Unknowns: Alvarez Pibiera<span id="docs-internal-guid-77213519-7fff-f457-39a1-9d36b4dd4c8b"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The history of sport is filled with triumph and tragedy. Some players are born destined for greatness; others have to work their way up through lifelong struggles to ultimately reach the top. But for every one of those sports stars who do make it to the pinnacle of their sport, there are hundreds — no, perhaps thousands — of others who were just as talented but sadly ended up thrown out along the wayside either due to injury, their personal characteristics or, most regrettably simply the cruel vagaries of life.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">These are the ones who are blessed with talent in abundance but simultaneously cursed with the lack of the opportunity to bring that talent to fruition. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I came across one such name when I was visiting Spain recently. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alvarez Raul Mollinedo Pibiera was born sometime in 1915 in the town of Palma on the beautiful island of Mallorca in Spain. He was the youngest of 4 children but we are not sure of his birth date as his Hernando Pibiera father was away fighting in WWI and his birth was never registered. In fact, he would never see his father as he went missing in action during the war and was presumed dead. He was raised by his mother Jacinta and his stepfather whom she remarried in 1920.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As a kid, Pibiera showed great proficiency for all sorts of athletic activities but his favourite sport was football. Football had already taken off in Spain by the 1920's following their silver medal at the 1920 Olympics in Antwerp. Pibiera grew up admiring footballers like Ricardo Zamora & Santiago Bernabéu. By 1934 he was playing for the local club Real Mallorca but he wanted to move to the mainland where the bigger clubs and more chance for success lay, but sadly there were no offers. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pibiera's main quality as a sportsman was his blistering speed and it turned out this was noticed not by the football coaches but instead by one Javier Gonzales who was an athletics coach. He offered Pibiera the chance to move to Barcelona and train with the Spanish national athletes. Pibiera jumped at the opportunity and within a year was considered one of the fastest sprinters in the country.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was selected to take part in the Berlin Olympics in 1936 and was considered a medal favourite for the 100 and 200 meters. However, once again fate would play a cruel hand as General Franco's Nationalists started the Spanish Civil War and Pibiera who had Republican connections was dropped from the squad and one year later found himself in prison.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was released at the end of the war in 1939 and immediately got back to his athletic training, but soon afterward WWII started and sporting opportunities quickly dried up. He suffered an injury to his right leg in a battle in 1941 and that was the end of his sporting career.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The name Alaverz Pibiera was soon forgotten by all but the most hardcore of Spanish sports fans. His only legacy is a small street in Palma, Mallorca that is named in his honour. Pibiera died a relative unknown in 1959 at the young age of 44. His story will always remain one of what-could-have been.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: lora, serif; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-12657861252797762152011-03-24T16:27:00.004+05:302011-03-24T16:30:29.946+05:30What Time Will You Be Home Tonight, Honey?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eAWSp7SqWw4Wq9qkaTJv-fp5bRsTJ-9c4Wz_IRh0ASvJ435qPOZuwRThyl50MVfhkBYR5o_PuZdHlpf1OnVqutBHWabb-uIA7ohnPGILE-wqzeYSzqiy2620UXapQ9l_OnXUnQ/s1600/home-work.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eAWSp7SqWw4Wq9qkaTJv-fp5bRsTJ-9c4Wz_IRh0ASvJ435qPOZuwRThyl50MVfhkBYR5o_PuZdHlpf1OnVqutBHWabb-uIA7ohnPGILE-wqzeYSzqiy2620UXapQ9l_OnXUnQ/s400/home-work.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587599087674954194" border="0" /></a><br />There's also point on the X-axis (that's the horizontal one, people) beyond which the official "time you spend at work" is not really the "time you spend at <span style="font-style: italic;">work</span>", if you know what I mean. Things start to get rather messy at that point onward.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-51167710362405605322011-03-14T16:41:00.003+05:302011-03-14T17:22:02.797+05:30When You Have Nothing To Say...<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVR0zOLelWfl7YRB5nsnkR-LXgrnti3TDO_7sMT_eWcBgZ3i1tTyPO1X3NyP3Qlg_3HMhQPYVqsTD2O-bx1fw0AYjhbQxlRrTx5KCa-7o6mJzXLh86GSSVbAvBSF07MWasnG-qA/s1600/IM+replies.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWVR0zOLelWfl7YRB5nsnkR-LXgrnti3TDO_7sMT_eWcBgZ3i1tTyPO1X3NyP3Qlg_3HMhQPYVqsTD2O-bx1fw0AYjhbQxlRrTx5KCa-7o6mJzXLh86GSSVbAvBSF07MWasnG-qA/s400/IM+replies.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583901604384202498" border="0" /></a> I'm trying to figure out where "ohk" slots in. Any others that you personally hate?<br /></div>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-20973422370302864982011-02-22T20:45:00.008+05:302011-02-22T20:56:26.406+05:30To Look or Not to Look?Sometimes people are going to ask you questions. You're going to have to answer them. However, here's the catch—in some cases you must absolutely not "look" before answering. And in other cases, it's extremely important that you do look.<br /><br />To help you out, here are some examples.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJ8ohYmBgkQyWE6PuPHZFNzb4noOey30ebnPXn8kizWIR1zKLDoguJ3dlniyc3uEzMe8Y31xhNOad-7zULLuqYsps0TdlYHA31AKzuNOR6cSgU3gFChS7Tmvm4J7Cf1LmHcYNzQ/s1600/3.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJ8ohYmBgkQyWE6PuPHZFNzb4noOey30ebnPXn8kizWIR1zKLDoguJ3dlniyc3uEzMe8Y31xhNOad-7zULLuqYsps0TdlYHA31AKzuNOR6cSgU3gFChS7Tmvm4J7Cf1LmHcYNzQ/s400/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576534901710328674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bWwbaCYq8zMVhu8UYL2J-dLs9smPGdqW1E8gb9MWO8jTe5bqIlMVOie35sgV9UOndh9ThnP14a3sujxcO0nXdO9M-8ZHyUizmpXG9KqHrPWV-rIJR408O2XV1HAns9Dh2qAngQ/s1600/1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3bWwbaCYq8zMVhu8UYL2J-dLs9smPGdqW1E8gb9MWO8jTe5bqIlMVOie35sgV9UOndh9ThnP14a3sujxcO0nXdO9M-8ZHyUizmpXG9KqHrPWV-rIJR408O2XV1HAns9Dh2qAngQ/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576534732585617586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm2c4pqNxD5d_9F9_aZFROZnoA5D2qoV9_vEngujio21alwE5dbq0ubbSbdzbOPgFpROkTpQl3ZOx6SD3XG3gxdeWGMffEKZVVqIz_b1ua3odcHbzw9iuSZENlGPyAgPi1UJf7g/s1600/2.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm2c4pqNxD5d_9F9_aZFROZnoA5D2qoV9_vEngujio21alwE5dbq0ubbSbdzbOPgFpROkTpQl3ZOx6SD3XG3gxdeWGMffEKZVVqIz_b1ua3odcHbzw9iuSZENlGPyAgPi1UJf7g/s400/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576535022754477378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RqU9lgp65D378r3i4zNlKspuYJ1s8O8MWEUOR7z7azg1q6sHrjmlGH5eGg7NFq48In8k9rlE1ZsHVjif_pzHNqUrUTx3aGR8GoNMqNtTWJdLUP6FfCbm4opmqQQ9A21QHZAQIQ/s1600/4.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RqU9lgp65D378r3i4zNlKspuYJ1s8O8MWEUOR7z7azg1q6sHrjmlGH5eGg7NFq48In8k9rlE1ZsHVjif_pzHNqUrUTx3aGR8GoNMqNtTWJdLUP6FfCbm4opmqQQ9A21QHZAQIQ/s400/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576535072443329698" border="0" /></a><br />If you need a very broad thumb rule, it would be this. If the questioner is a girl, you're better off not looking. If it's a guy, you probably should look.<br /><br />The final example actually happened to me the other day, and true enough, the guy did look. Unfortunately, it was at the girl and not my teeth.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-85402902138280596282010-12-17T21:15:00.003+05:302010-12-17T21:19:56.834+05:30Is There Anybody Out There?Hey guys (and lovely women too)! Does anyone still watch this space? Signing into Blogger after more than a year sort of gives me the creeps. But I do want to start blogging again!<br /><br />I hate to say it but it feels like the creativity (and boy there was some insanely crazy made-up fantasy in a lot of the early posts on this blog) has all been sucked out of me. I feel jaded. However, I do have some ideas and reading some of the old posts makes me want to start again.<br /><br />I just might. Fingers crossed etc.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-59922436687398275732009-11-15T15:31:00.000+05:302009-11-15T15:32:25.968+05:30New DUI Test for GirlsAnyone heard about the new sobriety test that they've come up with for girls? The policeman stops the car, asks the girl driving to come out and then plays a random song from 10 years ago for her. If she doesn't scream, "Hey! I love that song!" she's probably not drunk.<br /><br />Oh, they play three songs to avoid the possibility of a false arrest because she <span style="font-style: italic;">actually</span> likes the song.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-58021152435599142702009-05-04T21:10:00.003+05:302009-05-04T21:16:53.082+05:30Click, Send, Goddammit!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFaLz82uBgxr0nqn6-WPkiiTTcErUPLgOmKzp_b7u9Y0YwEuWchiS5teJT-ZKgb8-AV63x9-FCXEABP-A5aYKvOBHP7GYicURNXc8eN6KbgbTgdeqawfFa9AsCuvl1A1VpliiYA/s1600-h/indexed-email.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRFaLz82uBgxr0nqn6-WPkiiTTcErUPLgOmKzp_b7u9Y0YwEuWchiS5teJT-ZKgb8-AV63x9-FCXEABP-A5aYKvOBHP7GYicURNXc8eN6KbgbTgdeqawfFa9AsCuvl1A1VpliiYA/s400/indexed-email.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994673088879298" border="0" /></a>Gmail now has a setting that allows you to "undo" sending an e-mail for up to a few seconds after you click "Send". At first I thought, "Just a few seconds? What difference is that ever going to make!" But as you can see from this chart, that's all you really need. No?<br /><br />(P.S.: Same applies for blog posts really, but at least I can always click "Edit" with those!)FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-48860251562724219132009-04-22T21:12:00.000+05:302009-04-22T21:14:30.942+05:30Headlight RantI'm not sure why people drive with their headlights on full beam even in the city? Surely this cannot be because they don't realize what a pain this is to oncoming traffic. They have oncoming traffic that is coming right on to <span style="font-style: italic;">them</span>! And the first thing they ought to notice is that they cannot see anything because of the headlights of others! And that, I would tend to believe, ought to be their cue to dim their own lights.<br /><br />But this just does not happen.<br /><br />Hence I can only conclude that people have NO idea that there even are two levels for their headlights.<br /><br />So in public interest, let me inform all of you who drive cars that your lovely automobile comes with the option of selecting between not just one, but TWO levels, for your headlights when driving. There's "High" and then there's "Low". And when you are driving in areas (like most parts of the city) where there are street lights and other sources of surrounding illumination, you do NOT need the "High". Yes, this may come as a complete shock to you, but it is possible to see quite well without it!<br /><br />When you drive on "High", you are not only signaling to the rest of the world that you are an Asshole but are also likely to be the cause of trouble to someone else who cannot even see the freaking road because you have blinded them and hence drives straight into some idiot who just happens to be cycling right in the middle of the street. (For the record, this did NOT happen to me.)<br /><br />Of course, it is quite possible that people actually know that they have the option of the dipper, but don't give a rat's ass either way about anyone else. These people definitely exist, and they're the same kinds that break queues or yell on their cell phones in public places. But I would like to believe that ignorance is the reason behind this particular failure of humanity rather than sheer apathy. The first can possibly be cured, the second, unlikely.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-70979595940716213552009-04-20T18:46:00.002+05:302009-04-20T18:51:38.456+05:30This Is Not A Good Sign<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQSE07iaeJpYm8z0-6ShqsL1ycdmpgsqFwHEaVX9b-0qK2B07RwHbXngeXoswUixattrIrRIWOFTs35e2BVN0rfnBxnwQ789_Xad65JZ8WjqIJSYGg9Zkn5EbAAvecLWoGMejVQ/s1600-h/indexed-satire.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQSE07iaeJpYm8z0-6ShqsL1ycdmpgsqFwHEaVX9b-0qK2B07RwHbXngeXoswUixattrIrRIWOFTs35e2BVN0rfnBxnwQ789_Xad65JZ8WjqIJSYGg9Zkn5EbAAvecLWoGMejVQ/s400/indexed-satire.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326762720096437458" border="0" /></a><br />When the line between reality and satire gets this thin, it's time to start running for the hills. You have been warned.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-17898455747050137652009-04-13T11:04:00.003+05:302009-04-13T13:14:04.344+05:30Like, Doood, Really....<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxryJdIEwzXFXdkOknc0Sr8inJo_h_chGfdJEK9SIuHakQIuH-KvPjhGgwsu0H2jDDDbDKt_ti-lY8LwaliXQ2XW9iQ_vJkhqeyqLOg2Aeiw5rRbWuXg8SdkenGaQl3H8yshx-kA/s1600-h/Dude-indexed.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxryJdIEwzXFXdkOknc0Sr8inJo_h_chGfdJEK9SIuHakQIuH-KvPjhGgwsu0H2jDDDbDKt_ti-lY8LwaliXQ2XW9iQ_vJkhqeyqLOg2Aeiw5rRbWuXg8SdkenGaQl3H8yshx-kA/s400/Dude-indexed.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324047922703546722" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;">The "Dude" Count is also affected by one other unrelated factor—<st1:place st="on">Goa</st1:place>. It increases drastically when the speaker happens to be in <st1:place st="on">Goa</st1:place>. I suppose it is theoretically possible for someone who is very stoned <i>and</i> in <st1:place st="on">Goa</st1:place>, to narrate an entire story solely with the use of the word "Dude".<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(77, 77, 77); letter-spacing: 0.4pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-73562384328633356702009-03-22T13:10:00.005+05:302009-03-22T13:20:41.199+05:30Best Line I've Read Today...<blockquote><br />"To be clear about the rules that apply: extortion is illegal everywhere, except when it is construed as taxation; the payment of extortion, however, is legal, unless it is construed as bribery."</blockquote><br />This is from an article on the Somali pirates <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2009/04/somali-pirates200904">here</a>. I've become a big fan of Vanity Fair. Their articles are brilliant—both in terms of style of writing and in the amount of information they convey.<br /><br />Some other interesting ones:<br />1. <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2009/04/madoff200904">Bernie Madoff and his victims</a>.<br />2. <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2008/08/hitchens200808">Christopher Hitchens and waterboarding</a>.<br /><br />There are tons more, if you have the time that is.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-30621883643442810532009-03-19T21:44:00.004+05:302009-03-19T21:52:16.544+05:30Stop Staring Already!Ok, I've just returned from a[nother] trip there and this totally needs saying.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YUohSDz69JfYV-7xz1bP0fuz7Vbwkrtu7oN0F7YUX__DoisN5vqCxLF0OyQKZt1Gck5bS7qbYCRunzjtrMPk8XXkCISYbH4Go4IB4xVCuTPJJMk0_eWK-vMvR5aMuryWLqfyAQ/s1600-h/Male-Attention.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YUohSDz69JfYV-7xz1bP0fuz7Vbwkrtu7oN0F7YUX__DoisN5vqCxLF0OyQKZt1Gck5bS7qbYCRunzjtrMPk8XXkCISYbH4Go4IB4xVCuTPJJMk0_eWK-vMvR5aMuryWLqfyAQ/s400/Male-Attention.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314934220274832050" border="0" /></a><br />Signing off with promises to update more now that I'm back.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-9421430622785957342009-01-30T14:15:00.001+05:302009-01-30T14:18:56.972+05:30Stare<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnQtscH-mdc-XjGbaIArKD0MmB8Po-y8gp2EImrQENYaTQaJxByquVezCSi82j-YIwdwz9ebJ9_Y4sWznYB9ih76uDjNO-nvzkZ6fIuDoUKih_e4q3sFxiRkaYokxshCqlBwKsA/s1600-h/indexed-stare.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnQtscH-mdc-XjGbaIArKD0MmB8Po-y8gp2EImrQENYaTQaJxByquVezCSi82j-YIwdwz9ebJ9_Y4sWznYB9ih76uDjNO-nvzkZ6fIuDoUKih_e4q3sFxiRkaYokxshCqlBwKsA/s400/indexed-stare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297005598351677458" border="0" /></a><br />I got a 10-second stare this morning. I wonder what that meant.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-47241943702316713602009-01-26T03:33:00.000+05:302009-01-26T03:36:07.196+05:30Paris Hilton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMre0YIg9yesqrpV_oQDTssJj3GHPtPCG-wvly8Wc2lMzX61MfwDNdagf3vHOg1GWw2-6OhgMqOzrBV5FGoowYav8CX-zbccFBJKl0QBDb2mrB6eSer-3g8UvfUgsBgMB7UhQig/s1600-h/indexed-paris-hilton.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMre0YIg9yesqrpV_oQDTssJj3GHPtPCG-wvly8Wc2lMzX61MfwDNdagf3vHOg1GWw2-6OhgMqOzrBV5FGoowYav8CX-zbccFBJKl0QBDb2mrB6eSer-3g8UvfUgsBgMB7UhQig/s400/indexed-paris-hilton.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295355802705520338" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-43205593125303207882009-01-20T16:56:00.000+05:302009-01-20T16:57:19.492+05:30What are you complaining about?A significant amount of the flak that Mr. George Bush copped during (at least the latter half of) his tenure was pointed at rising oil prices. But just like any good boy would do, he seems to have ensured that as he leaves the playground today, oil prices are all back in almost the exact same places that he found them in on entry. Irony.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-79489928727559971512009-01-20T16:49:00.001+05:302009-01-20T16:52:06.033+05:30Bonding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jge80umWxFSvKkbrEAzYIOChRdrhFZ5_jm7OpA7RyBq1-EaJMyRoM914QZdNMLRpeIrS_ue02YBbjoZP1GLYWQeV6xVPbqs5ePpQwArL4iOfiExmLgGMJ0x5w5dmUb-qv29Quw/s1600-h/indexed-fiancee.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jge80umWxFSvKkbrEAzYIOChRdrhFZ5_jm7OpA7RyBq1-EaJMyRoM914QZdNMLRpeIrS_ue02YBbjoZP1GLYWQeV6xVPbqs5ePpQwArL4iOfiExmLgGMJ0x5w5dmUb-qv29Quw/s400/indexed-fiancee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293334265335833362" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-49567277534337818092009-01-12T16:32:00.001+05:302009-01-12T16:38:43.423+05:30Co-Passengers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsNDqvYEHb-jUYZz0UxS0BgT9MF8L1rHoeMjKG4gIZWfkgkPHKJrItDJEYi1fMmQxl5_zpTUwLe-d-ARJ3F2FNwjjgRBiQzCOtX-nYp6KYJ5YbAqIwrI3VsD5wJbIXW7U_o5LXA/s1600-h/indexed-copassenger.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsNDqvYEHb-jUYZz0UxS0BgT9MF8L1rHoeMjKG4gIZWfkgkPHKJrItDJEYi1fMmQxl5_zpTUwLe-d-ARJ3F2FNwjjgRBiQzCOtX-nYp6KYJ5YbAqIwrI3VsD5wJbIXW7U_o5LXA/s400/indexed-copassenger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290361847864283186" border="0" /></a><br />The best you can hope for, of course, is an empty seat.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-52810468818707621602009-01-08T11:53:00.002+05:302009-01-08T11:57:22.271+05:30SecurityMost of them couldn't tell a Bomb from a Bombshell!<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjdkuqWZCqVw50EblY3_1PzLvXx5UIc4F3PVRJO4kUVovaieBBGN0G-Rea06Odd6q2U37SK0ezoquptrFK0tBzYip9tliVZmGwcEDvclOHo-S1_EoxM-9p146z1K_dtYlcnkI5g/s1600-h/indexed-security.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjdkuqWZCqVw50EblY3_1PzLvXx5UIc4F3PVRJO4kUVovaieBBGN0G-Rea06Odd6q2U37SK0ezoquptrFK0tBzYip9tliVZmGwcEDvclOHo-S1_EoxM-9p146z1K_dtYlcnkI5g/s400/indexed-security.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288804820326826226" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-69384154873753994092009-01-07T12:42:00.000+05:302009-01-07T12:43:46.596+05:30New Girl<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHIW5FO4pO38fQjU9sqlyAa6BlYmytOW6rNFGvHJ8zuvoOaiV0Mu1EWm_pn8vAAiUTEEqOfdOb0YdcPyGf1sxe8gK-U-KSUXxGteFlssByNJqOahbEYcP8DwvzWVs3YgZzeS4cA/s1600-h/indexed-girl-on-girl.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHIW5FO4pO38fQjU9sqlyAa6BlYmytOW6rNFGvHJ8zuvoOaiV0Mu1EWm_pn8vAAiUTEEqOfdOb0YdcPyGf1sxe8gK-U-KSUXxGteFlssByNJqOahbEYcP8DwvzWVs3YgZzeS4cA/s400/indexed-girl-on-girl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288446414127004722" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-42863012576213500252008-12-30T13:22:00.002+05:302008-12-30T13:23:29.642+05:30Books<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccwB42asS_wDzUzaHAhgicSQmWQh1pvwreb8dkyZLg3QG6q1es1FtarDDM9dtlm61Nm7BdLdjp5IymgZO7G_WLsT4VA-iZZpjqcP6O40zS_cwZFqy3iH_KaIRMgdpB5E-vQCYNw/s1600-h/indexed-books.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccwB42asS_wDzUzaHAhgicSQmWQh1pvwreb8dkyZLg3QG6q1es1FtarDDM9dtlm61Nm7BdLdjp5IymgZO7G_WLsT4VA-iZZpjqcP6O40zS_cwZFqy3iH_KaIRMgdpB5E-vQCYNw/s400/indexed-books.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285487943704871426" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-53139287219467729012008-12-26T15:54:00.000+05:302008-12-26T15:57:17.621+05:30Don't Drink and Dance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RgD2s5qXKiagqutV5_3EMnQmZ70LSLFHcA9MfDzDQ3IqJgk4IuSoTzcberNEjeh8PfyOaaLG2nbwW9b6YZzBxVkzKQ9EEe3-cLVGOXGRVkYjn4vdZ3nq2YSAewCyDp-ouwKLFg/s1600-h/indexed-dance.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RgD2s5qXKiagqutV5_3EMnQmZ70LSLFHcA9MfDzDQ3IqJgk4IuSoTzcberNEjeh8PfyOaaLG2nbwW9b6YZzBxVkzKQ9EEe3-cLVGOXGRVkYjn4vdZ3nq2YSAewCyDp-ouwKLFg/s400/indexed-dance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284042907111161682" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-30533564286776345532008-12-25T15:50:00.001+05:302008-12-25T15:52:13.103+05:30Questions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZSTgPsRy4jAsVQMjg7PdsQA-1N2Me2Qo4V9cOFnc6ux26ns0O4RKUyMnzqI6c119lDUYTBkrigYYgwqqIPIo2xRIFg53q_CyZTbH-O51C7k9vSOtfduLq_tQH1y9R7Fzls5AHA/s1600-h/indexed-questions.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZSTgPsRy4jAsVQMjg7PdsQA-1N2Me2Qo4V9cOFnc6ux26ns0O4RKUyMnzqI6c119lDUYTBkrigYYgwqqIPIo2xRIFg53q_CyZTbH-O51C7k9vSOtfduLq_tQH1y9R7Fzls5AHA/s400/indexed-questions.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283670851685868162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...and then there are the ones that you just know you shouldn't answer but do anyway.FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-25019787077537830502008-12-25T15:48:00.002+05:302008-12-25T15:50:53.817+05:30Things I Don't LikeWishing you a Merry Whatever.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7iCXk1iXRqPDEzVaw3Bw_Lc-u42oBzyvWhyphenhyphennC2ZnUi_DzVq5JXiF2IW-ngg_Q0qrC4af8Sqob-c9Zhog7q9KD3q9yhBau9lvM7I6Kbagx0HP_JWNCDoMY2wq4Z6dpOE-eB4ByA/s1600-h/indexed-christmas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7iCXk1iXRqPDEzVaw3Bw_Lc-u42oBzyvWhyphenhyphennC2ZnUi_DzVq5JXiF2IW-ngg_Q0qrC4af8Sqob-c9Zhog7q9KD3q9yhBau9lvM7I6Kbagx0HP_JWNCDoMY2wq4Z6dpOE-eB4ByA/s400/indexed-christmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283670374078159266" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-1860846126979641992008-12-24T14:10:00.002+05:302008-12-24T14:11:13.372+05:30You Would Think They Would Stop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6z3kUP8FBAC8I6SucdqsyoLmLX9WGZpkA_aJZ2X9ZVwmOgcaesM8v42qJ9V2jLkBDC1kz1M6eVLAKmQuxo1ZrK8xC3u6_nUvms105LAt829WQuKCN_Wk3AHY0cw_ti3VBSBXyjw/s1600-h/indexed-economy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6z3kUP8FBAC8I6SucdqsyoLmLX9WGZpkA_aJZ2X9ZVwmOgcaesM8v42qJ9V2jLkBDC1kz1M6eVLAKmQuxo1ZrK8xC3u6_nUvms105LAt829WQuKCN_Wk3AHY0cw_ti3VBSBXyjw/s400/indexed-economy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283273831270987010" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10529905.post-23827760706221761922008-12-23T14:45:00.005+05:302008-12-23T15:51:46.856+05:30This Blog Is Still AliveLike any other self-respecting, jaded artist, this blogger is now faced with a decision about the future – what should he do! There’s the easy option of just letting this blog die but I can’t let that happen. There’s the frightening option of releasing a compilation album type “Best Of…” series of posts for your re-perusal, but that’s even worse a notion than the first. And then, finally, there’s the thought of just dragging myself to somehow squeeze out a few paragraphs that seem post-worthy – which, if you’re sharp enough, you might notice is what I’m trying to do now.<br /><br />I have, however, decided to go with Secret Option no. 4 – cheap-ass, low-budget, easy-to-draw comics which will be based on styles and themes that already exist around the internet. To begin with, I shall attempt some graph comics – influenced by <a href="http://thisisindexed.com/">Indexed</a>. (FYI – <a href="http://xkcd.com/">xkcd</a> is still slightly beyond my graphical abilities – who would have thought stick figures would be so hard to draw)<br /><br />Here’s today’s. More in the days coming up. The plan is to keep the comics going until I summon up the inclination to start writing again. Thanks for the patience.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYjW9FXrhv5YzHcbVNfBFSE97EQufFXCpuE25c3YBjiy3fJ6gzmZmUwddno5zR8sqdEb-2k-yMLQrgPhTqZObhW55H8nj01A1euSp24O2t546SdwXEjc1B_YlF-PE9MVgz7qpQQ/s1600-h/indexed-chatting.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYjW9FXrhv5YzHcbVNfBFSE97EQufFXCpuE25c3YBjiy3fJ6gzmZmUwddno5zR8sqdEb-2k-yMLQrgPhTqZObhW55H8nj01A1euSp24O2t546SdwXEjc1B_YlF-PE9MVgz7qpQQ/s400/indexed-chatting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282928202426061234" border="0" /></a>FifthBeatlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401668749535983431noreply@blogger.com12