Chief Avakuki: Enefda Arumbayas ket chimdai lavis gutsfa gahtah’z. Nomess in’h!
Translating Arumbaya is a cross between solving a cryptic crossword and translating the rhyming cockney slang
O.K Lets begin...
STEP:1
Lets segment the sentences a little differently as in a cryptic
/En/ef/da/Arumbayas/ketch/im/dail/av/is/guts/fa/gahtah'z/No/messin'h
STEP: 2
Replacing by the closest sounding rhyming word, as in the cockney slang
and you get...
And after Arumbayas catch him they'll have his guts for garters, no messing!
for all such enquiries
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Jun 30, 2005
Jun 24, 2005
..And it begins
Really thrilled about seeing 'Batman Begins', reminds me of all those Sunday mornings when I would wait for 'Batman: The Animated Series'. The low growl of Kevin Konroy's voice as he would say, "I am your worst nightmare", before landing one square left to the jaw of some crazed psychotic villain. The thing with this Batman movie is that for once it's keeping with the tone of TAS, a deep, dark, gloomy Batman driven by vengeance.
But that's not how Batman's always been, look at the George Clooney version, a silly, bumbling, self deriding version.
The history of Batman (as with most other comic book heroes of DC, Marvel, etc. ) is truly a long and complicated one, with each author having his own vision of the man. As the newspapers have been pointing out, this version of the movie as well as TAS derives from the seminal piece of work by Frank Miller "The Dark Knight Returns", which prefers to call itself a 'graphic novel' rather than a comic book.
The George Clooney version made the mistake of going back to the 60s version of the television series, the one with live actors and the animated KAPOWs, the humor in that version derived from laughing at itself, with each little prop in that having a prefix 'Bat' attached to it and lots of other corny jokes. Not that it wasn't funny, but the people of our generation have an image of Frank Miller's Batman/TAS Batman, The very fact that Batman doesn't like humor and only very rarely cracks the driest of jokes sets him apart.
As a little afterthought, I really liked the guy who did the Hindi dubbing for Batman:TAS, it was pretty close to Kevin Konroy's deep baritone, the only problem with the hindi dubbing was the fact that the puns of Joker, Harely Quin, Riddler et al never came through.
But that's not how Batman's always been, look at the George Clooney version, a silly, bumbling, self deriding version.
The history of Batman (as with most other comic book heroes of DC, Marvel, etc. ) is truly a long and complicated one, with each author having his own vision of the man. As the newspapers have been pointing out, this version of the movie as well as TAS derives from the seminal piece of work by Frank Miller "The Dark Knight Returns", which prefers to call itself a 'graphic novel' rather than a comic book.
The George Clooney version made the mistake of going back to the 60s version of the television series, the one with live actors and the animated KAPOWs, the humor in that version derived from laughing at itself, with each little prop in that having a prefix 'Bat' attached to it and lots of other corny jokes. Not that it wasn't funny, but the people of our generation have an image of Frank Miller's Batman/TAS Batman, The very fact that Batman doesn't like humor and only very rarely cracks the driest of jokes sets him apart.
As a little afterthought, I really liked the guy who did the Hindi dubbing for Batman:TAS, it was pretty close to Kevin Konroy's deep baritone, the only problem with the hindi dubbing was the fact that the puns of Joker, Harely Quin, Riddler et al never came through.
Jun 16, 2005
Where there's smoke there's ...
Ah, if only I had brought a cigar with me! This would have established my identity. - Charles Dickens
Well the Indian film industry undoubtedly loosing a bit of it's fire by the latest ban on smoking scenes.
What next, ban on smoking characters in books?
Imagine Ajay Devgun's role in Company without a cigarette, imagine all those period movies without showing a bubbling hookah, imagine a villager without a bidi.
You can't make a story without characters from real world having real habits. You can be sure now that certain films about certain characters will never be made on Indian cinema, people for whom smoking defines them, and they better not make it if the ban stays in place, I'd hate to see a Sherlock Holmes shying away from a pipe.
What's worse, this is specially for F1 fans, as long as you are in India you will never be able to see a full recording of a race, why? Because you will be "influenced" by cars sporting the Marlboro logo, so if you are fan enough, stay up late. No recordings. Big boost to the newly growing fan base of F1 in India.
Artistic freedom? What the hell is that?
Well the Indian film industry undoubtedly loosing a bit of it's fire by the latest ban on smoking scenes.
What next, ban on smoking characters in books?
Imagine Ajay Devgun's role in Company without a cigarette, imagine all those period movies without showing a bubbling hookah, imagine a villager without a bidi.
You can't make a story without characters from real world having real habits. You can be sure now that certain films about certain characters will never be made on Indian cinema, people for whom smoking defines them, and they better not make it if the ban stays in place, I'd hate to see a Sherlock Holmes shying away from a pipe.
What's worse, this is specially for F1 fans, as long as you are in India you will never be able to see a full recording of a race, why? Because you will be "influenced" by cars sporting the Marlboro logo, so if you are fan enough, stay up late. No recordings. Big boost to the newly growing fan base of F1 in India.
Artistic freedom? What the hell is that?
Jun 13, 2005
Wear Sunscreen
I was going to write about something else today, I forget what, but I came across this interesting piece in today's Economic Times. It was a commencement address at MIT credited to a guy named Kurt Vonnegut. You might remember the song.
Well when I read the article it did ring a bell so i googled "Kurt Vonnegut wear sunscreen" and well the results did make me raise my eyebrows. This speech was infact not made by Kurt Vonnegut, it just spread in the internet that way. The actual credit goes to a lady called Mary Schmich.
And ET just fell prey to one of internet's oldest hoaxes.
Nonetheless the piece definately deserves a read, there's is a monologue at the beggining which was a part of the original piece written by Ms. Schmich in the Chicago Tribune on June 1 1997. Which would explain why it cannot be a true commencement address.
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Mary Schmich
Published June 1, 1997
Well when I read the article it did ring a bell so i googled "Kurt Vonnegut wear sunscreen" and well the results did make me raise my eyebrows. This speech was infact not made by Kurt Vonnegut, it just spread in the internet that way. The actual credit goes to a lady called Mary Schmich.
And ET just fell prey to one of internet's oldest hoaxes.
Nonetheless the piece definately deserves a read, there's is a monologue at the beggining which was a part of the original piece written by Ms. Schmich in the Chicago Tribune on June 1 1997. Which would explain why it cannot be a true commencement address.
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Mary Schmich
Published June 1, 1997
Jun 12, 2005
I AM A D100
I thought I was a leetle bit wacky but this quiz says i'm orbitting around planet Wierdo and I did answer honestly !
THE CONCLUSION
THE CONCLUSION
THE ANALYSIS
KGP summers
Today's Calvin Quote(TCQ henceforth)..."Weekends aren't worthwhile unless you have spent it doing something absolutely worthless"
So after spending some 30 days in doing absolutely nothing i am exploring the last reaches into my list of useless things to do. And blogging hits the right note on a lazy Sunday afternoon when it's literal "agnivarsha" outside.
Well I was in a self appraisal mode today tabulating my achievements over the past 30 days.
1.) Some 15-20 odd movies including a lot of Hitchcock classics including Rebecca, The Rope( i recommend this especially for James Stewart), Vertigo, The Man Who Knew Too Much, The Lady Vanishes and of course Dial M for Murder. A few others from other genres were "Sky Captain and the world of Tommorow", this one is realy kwel, reminds you off all those saturday morning DuckTales and Tales Spin except that the principal charachters are Jude Law, Gwyenth Paltrow(hope the spelling's correct) and the very sexy Angelina Jolie, then there was "Dog Day Afternoon" a brilliant performance by Al Pacino.
So that comes to approximately 60hrs of time well wasted.
2.) The Jumble game on DC++, well for non kgpians and kgpians pre circa 2004 its a jumble and trivia game on the local network, i have managed a score of 22196 which makes it a ranking of 23/725 each word is on an average of 10 points hmmm...that makes it mm...2220 words approx and on an average i get a word a minute...that makes it hmm... 2220/60 making it 37 hours of wasted time.
3.) Apart from this a lot of time is invested in food, in the absence of a hostel mess, each meal is an adventure requiring hours of planning and deliberations with each person having his own efficeint solution of cost vs. taste.
Well the above makes a nice enough report card for the summer, a few more days to go so the list is pretty much final.
So after spending some 30 days in doing absolutely nothing i am exploring the last reaches into my list of useless things to do. And blogging hits the right note on a lazy Sunday afternoon when it's literal "agnivarsha" outside.
Well I was in a self appraisal mode today tabulating my achievements over the past 30 days.
1.) Some 15-20 odd movies including a lot of Hitchcock classics including Rebecca, The Rope( i recommend this especially for James Stewart), Vertigo, The Man Who Knew Too Much, The Lady Vanishes and of course Dial M for Murder. A few others from other genres were "Sky Captain and the world of Tommorow", this one is realy kwel, reminds you off all those saturday morning DuckTales and Tales Spin except that the principal charachters are Jude Law, Gwyenth Paltrow(hope the spelling's correct) and the very sexy Angelina Jolie, then there was "Dog Day Afternoon" a brilliant performance by Al Pacino.
So that comes to approximately 60hrs of time well wasted.
2.) The Jumble game on DC++, well for non kgpians and kgpians pre circa 2004 its a jumble and trivia game on the local network, i have managed a score of 22196 which makes it a ranking of 23/725 each word is on an average of 10 points hmmm...that makes it mm...2220 words approx and on an average i get a word a minute...that makes it hmm... 2220/60 making it 37 hours of wasted time.
3.) Apart from this a lot of time is invested in food, in the absence of a hostel mess, each meal is an adventure requiring hours of planning and deliberations with each person having his own efficeint solution of cost vs. taste.
Well the above makes a nice enough report card for the summer, a few more days to go so the list is pretty much final.
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