Section IV:2.21:
>>Type p -i on your command prompt to check the new mails in your mail box.
>> Use the up / down keys (the ones with arrows drawn on them) to scroll over the mail list.
>>Press Enter (the big key on the right) to read the selected mail
>> If you intend to reply to a mail, simply press R.
>>A message will appear somewhere near the bottom of your screen saying "Include Original message in your reply?" Type Y/N as per your choice.
>> A second message will now appear:"Reply to all recepients?"
It is now, my dear user, In the name of the holy father/cow/prophet/whatever, please, puhleese,
type N.
repeat after me:
an N.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
no title :(
On my way home everyday, I need to travel on the bombay highway and pass through an area called Ashoknagar. Although the highway is pretty narrow,The 'banks' on either sides of the road (the 'kuccha', as we'd say in hindi) stretch pretty far.
The left bank, right from the Lingampalii crossroads upto my colony (effectively 4-5km) is lined with slums.
There is a thin naala with water as black as ink and as thick as tar that runs in from of them, parallel to the road. A traveller has good reason to look nowhere but ahead while travelling on this road: If he looks left, he may often find himself being stared in the face by exposed bottoms dangiling precariously over the drainage.
As is true with most slums, infants and children are much more easier to spot than grown-ups, probably because those children who have grown up are often out in search of work, or simply because of the numbers in which the poor reproduce.
In the evenings, boys are seen quarelling, flying kites, picking noses, and mooning passers-by. Girls don't have a choice: the few that live are seen standing in long queues at the lone hand pump, queues which begin at the start of the day and will probably stretch into the night.
Some of them had set up tents in which they worked as iron-smiths, or as key makers.
I hated that route, and whenever possible, I avoided it.
Yesterday, on my way back, I noticed that the route was quiter that usual.
I dared to look left.
They were all gone. Brick and thatch were strewn all along. It was eerie, to look at silent houses whose top half had been broken off - empty rectanlges surrounded by now naked, knee high bricks.
Only one of the rectanglular patches had a wall inside it, marking the only house which until now had hid the secret of possesing two rooms. An unperturbed ganesha was seated upon it.
All roads are destined to be widened, you see.
Sometimes, it is necessary to remind ourselves of how lucky we are.
********************************************************************
I know this is late, but anyway....
Now that this sparse blog has legged a year's journey, it is time I list some of my favourites too.
The first post by smiley "....sounds like a fun idea...". Indeed.
Sir's random comments . Hilarious writing.
To the times, Badri's and Chomo's roads ahead, Sicca's photoblog and Sir the great . Badri's "so like... happy anniversary",into the twilight zone, Chomo's profile of badri, The post announcing turbo, sir and harry's win at iitk, Apoc&Troll (lol), and well, though technically incorrect , my comment on the aforementioned post.
The left bank, right from the Lingampalii crossroads upto my colony (effectively 4-5km) is lined with slums.
There is a thin naala with water as black as ink and as thick as tar that runs in from of them, parallel to the road. A traveller has good reason to look nowhere but ahead while travelling on this road: If he looks left, he may often find himself being stared in the face by exposed bottoms dangiling precariously over the drainage.
As is true with most slums, infants and children are much more easier to spot than grown-ups, probably because those children who have grown up are often out in search of work, or simply because of the numbers in which the poor reproduce.
In the evenings, boys are seen quarelling, flying kites, picking noses, and mooning passers-by. Girls don't have a choice: the few that live are seen standing in long queues at the lone hand pump, queues which begin at the start of the day and will probably stretch into the night.
Some of them had set up tents in which they worked as iron-smiths, or as key makers.
I hated that route, and whenever possible, I avoided it.
Yesterday, on my way back, I noticed that the route was quiter that usual.
I dared to look left.
They were all gone. Brick and thatch were strewn all along. It was eerie, to look at silent houses whose top half had been broken off - empty rectanlges surrounded by now naked, knee high bricks.
Only one of the rectanglular patches had a wall inside it, marking the only house which until now had hid the secret of possesing two rooms. An unperturbed ganesha was seated upon it.
All roads are destined to be widened, you see.
Sometimes, it is necessary to remind ourselves of how lucky we are.
********************************************************************
I know this is late, but anyway....
Now that this sparse blog has legged a year's journey, it is time I list some of my favourites too.
The first post by smiley "....sounds like a fun idea...". Indeed.
Sir's random comments . Hilarious writing.
To the times, Badri's and Chomo's roads ahead, Sicca's photoblog and Sir the great . Badri's "so like... happy anniversary",into the twilight zone, Chomo's profile of badri, The post announcing turbo, sir and harry's win at iitk, Apoc&Troll (lol), and well, though technically incorrect , my comment on the aforementioned post.
Friday, March 03, 2006
1st Anniversary of "The Band"
Badri has written another post about an year of blogging. This is my review of the year gone by. Suddenly I realise how quickly time flies. An year ago, this blog had its first post by Smiley and it is suddenly today.
It has been through periods of prolonged dormancy, but I think it has served its purpose pretty well, as a record of things going on in our lives here at IIIT. Apoc has posted quite regularly and I have chipped in once in a while with my crappy posts. But the blog has been going on pretty smoothly.
The posts are a fairly accurate reflection of what goes on in our minds. Jimmy's posts are mostly of the neta type, Ganands' are thoughtful, Badris' are typical apocalyptic stuff. Sir is an honorary member who compensates for the lack of posts by providing the X-factor. Smiley writes rarely, but writes well. Smiley's post at the end of our first year in IIIT, is in my opinion, the best on this blog. I better not say anything about my posts.
So,here is a list of my favourite posts:
It has been through periods of prolonged dormancy, but I think it has served its purpose pretty well, as a record of things going on in our lives here at IIIT. Apoc has posted quite regularly and I have chipped in once in a while with my crappy posts. But the blog has been going on pretty smoothly.
The posts are a fairly accurate reflection of what goes on in our minds. Jimmy's posts are mostly of the neta type, Ganands' are thoughtful, Badris' are typical apocalyptic stuff. Sir is an honorary member who compensates for the lack of posts by providing the X-factor. Smiley writes rarely, but writes well. Smiley's post at the end of our first year in IIIT, is in my opinion, the best on this blog. I better not say anything about my posts.
So,here is a list of my favourite posts:
- The Dynamics of Change in a Homo - Sapien's Mood:Don't miss the comments by the potbelly.
- Random comments:Sir's only post
- To the time..:Smiley raaking raa!
- Blah by Troll
- The Road Ahead[Scene 1 , Take 2]:Historic post where Badri makes perfect sense
- _4poc_ & Troll:Latest and funniest
a year up!
may seem wierd to point this out, but this blog had its first post on the 3rd of march, 2005. a whole year, right to this day, of non-posting by everyone, and all of a sudden, im extra eager to highlight this fact? well, i'll steal this statement from i-dont-remember-who, who said that if you start something, no matter what it is, as long as you end up alive, it will be a year old on some or other day.
well, the only post-ers here have been sica (8 posts) and me (12 posts) with a few random posts (about 7) from ganand. supreeth managed to post just once. smiley didnt post anything after his initial flurry (of 3 posts). and troll has about two posts.
so, why did the idea of blogging first originate? all thanks to smiley, who now hates blogs as much as i hate orkut (which marginally surpasses my hatred for brinjal). the original motive was to "record" the fodu and the not-that-fodu times, over the four years. but now, this has degraded into another defunct "yahoo! group"-like endeavour. so, what next? some decent posts of the year (nominated by me :P)
smileys tribute
sica into blogging
supreeth's only post
troll the neta
ganand + senti post = :(
me + pseudo-senti post = ?
me kicking troll. badly.
camera mania :D
11 months old. exactly.
nothing else but links back to the same blog? lame, aye? well, what else can be done? jump around in glee and break my foot? celebrate by "bursting" cakes and eggs? smear it all over my CPU? give my monitor bumps? no??!
how about a nonsensical post?
->ap0c4lyp53
well, the only post-ers here have been sica (8 posts) and me (12 posts) with a few random posts (about 7) from ganand. supreeth managed to post just once. smiley didnt post anything after his initial flurry (of 3 posts). and troll has about two posts.
so, why did the idea of blogging first originate? all thanks to smiley, who now hates blogs as much as i hate orkut (which marginally surpasses my hatred for brinjal). the original motive was to "record" the fodu and the not-that-fodu times, over the four years. but now, this has degraded into another defunct "yahoo! group"-like endeavour. so, what next? some decent posts of the year (nominated by me :P)
smileys tribute
sica into blogging
supreeth's only post
troll the neta
ganand + senti post = :(
me + pseudo-senti post = ?
me kicking troll. badly.
camera mania :D
11 months old. exactly.
nothing else but links back to the same blog? lame, aye? well, what else can be done? jump around in glee and break my foot? celebrate by "bursting" cakes and eggs? smear it all over my CPU? give my monitor bumps? no??!
how about a nonsensical post?
->ap0c4lyp53
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