This blog is no longer being updated. Last post was “Farewell”.
Now what were you expecting? Something extremely secret? Perhaps, the narration of a clandestine personal affair (not in that sense of the word)? Some really bitter feelings about a certain something, which is not going right in my sad life nowadays? Or, maybe, a detailed analysis of something that could suddenly make me the next most wanted person among all the intelligence agencies in the world? (Okay, that was too much.)
The thing is, that this blog was not named ulta seedha if this wasn’t meant to be ulta seedha. So, either protected or public, the posts here will be nonsense, thank you very much.
But I must admit: the idea of having a password protected post, and then supplying the very same password in the post title came not from my worthless mind, but from here. Do check it out, it’s nifty.
So, credit given where it’s due. What’s next?
Actually, there are many, many things that one can write about. Summer, summer heat, summer rain, load shedding routines (ugh!), politics (more ugh!), and studies (the ugh-est of them all!). Then there are those phone calls to our home in which the caller asks if we’re Microsoft, because they wanted to “activate” their “Windows”. When I received the first such call, my immediate reaction was “huh?”. After some more calls, I became more “confident” and would politely tell the caller that s/he has made a mistake. Afterwards, I started advocating free software, and eventually pirated software, arguing that why would someone bother to activate their legitimate copy of Windows when they can have it for as less as Rs. 40 from the local CD wallah, and that too without the hassles of activation and licenses and stuff. Needless to say, I always used to hear the disconnected tone after stating my precious advice. One lady, however, had started asking me who I was, and that was when I used to politely tell that I have nothing to do with activation of Windows. Apparently, she thought that I was a prankster who was somehow employed by Microsoft.
Perhaps, I should have conned all those callers into adding a fat amount of money to my bank account. Bill Gates should be thankful to me.
By the way, for those of you who are in Islamabad/Rawalpindi, and plan to go and watch the web-slinging superhero on the big screen: don’t. It’s not that it’s not a good movie, or if it’s boring, or if it makes you throw up, but when you go to the cinema hall and watch the opening credits while having that stupid, anticipating grin on your face, and then hear “Mein hon Peter Parker!” instead of “It’s me! Peter Parker!“, it does make you want to throw up. Add to it some lines like “Mujhay tum par vishvas hai, Peter” and you’re guaranteed to have such a great time. I can’t believe I paid Rs. 70 to watch Spider-Man talking in Hindi.
Oh well, I guess I’ll wait till the “master print DVD” of Spider-Man 3 comes up. Till then, I’ll be haunted by the memory of listening translations like ‘lallu‘ for ‘tiger’.