The zinnngg rinnngg thinnnggg

Remember Gold Spot? The zing thing?
Twas a brand owned by Parle and loved by many - associated with loads of fun and a young spirit. Then Coke came and killed the zing thing.

What a word, this 'zing'. t'as a nice ring to it.. zzzinnnnngggggg!!

What am i saying?i dunno. jus that the word zinnnnnnngggg has been rinnnnnnngggggin in my head for a bit, and i felt twas time to write somethinnnnnnnggggg. thinkin abt gold spot, and g-spots and ad-spots. I'm losin my mind. time to log out

PS: No im NOT drunk. im writin this in all my senses. and right now - it captures the state of my mind jus right!

PPS: If y'er readin Smoochy for the first time, and formin a first opinion, pl ignore this and read some of my other posts. every1 has a bad day, i jus happened to write this on one of mine

Of scientific bull...

(I just came back from work and am in fuck all state of mind. So if this post doesn't make sense, well, it's not intended to.)
This post is inspired by advances being made in the field of AI. Everyone has seen movies in that genre and the one common thread through each is that bots are smart but emotionless bastards running on algorithms and respective responses. So why can't we simulate emotions? (Note that I am no expert on the subject and all discussions are qualitative and may have been (dis)proved long back). Since most artificial systems we know of at this age are based on electric(al)(onics) components, it becomes difficult to simulate emotions. What if one was to include chemical responses in a bot. Have a system that based on a statistical algorithm would determine the particular chemistry and generate neurological responses based on that. Aha! if you are smart at this point you ask, why even carry out the chemical process. Just simulate it and reach a decision. Of course in that case one would have to be absolutely certain of the reaction to a very high degree of precision because even a small change may alter the results. So having done all this over-my-head-driving-one-crazy-i-hate-research-damn-this-sucks crap one might just might be able to have bots in the future who would infact be human!!

Fallacies: Well, for one the crap I said about the chemical processes and precision. Even if it was not simulated but real how would you know of its accuracy. And for that matter no two human beings would probably respond in the same manner. More importantly if you have read so far, you have actually read the mindless blabberous rambling of a man who has nothing to do with a) chemistry b) biology c) electrical sciences and/or any combination of those plus a lot more. Which brings me to the biggest fallacy in the model. YOU CANNOT SIMULATE STUPID!

(*guffaw followed by boisterous laughter*)

Interlude

'So when exactly do you think you feel in love with me?'
{...pause...}
'To be honest, I'm still not head over heels or somethin... (followed by whole lot of explanatory bullshit - which is truly worthy of this blog)'
{Ouch}

Why I don't like Ice cream

Well for starters it is cold. I know. duh! right? What can I say. I actually don't like it 'cos its cold. I can handle fried ice cream, which strengthens my opinion (btw I had to go back and correct 'strengthens' 8 times before I got it right. Maybe cos I have one too many margarithas in me :p. its all good). Again, it interferes with the entropy of this universe. Isn't there enough disorder in this world that you got to go ahead and increase it?
(And for the scientifically challenged let me go ahead and explain it. Everytime you carry out transformation of energies or carry out a forced change in one it leads to increased disorderness named entropy.)
And thats the thing. Ain't there enough cold things around to scare the bejesus out of you? Cold people. Chilly situations (like you look under the sheets while you are sleeping to find two legs and nothing else just hanging in midair *shudder*. i hate ghosts). Cold bleak weather (yech again..). And the worst offender of them all- cold soup!! Who for the love of mankind came up with that. It's like the worst concept ever. But lets not digress. We weren't talking about soup but ice cream.
So where was I? Oh ya - I dont like ice cream. And for that matter who cares why I hate it. And who gives a damn about if I give a damn if anyone cares about it. Bottom line I dont like it , I shall not like it and nothing anyone does shall change my mind. (ok fine I am just tired and need to go to bed and this is an easy way to end it. And if you think this was all crap and not worth penning down- oh well you are right :p)

Behind every successful man, there is Isabgol

I was going to talk about my ex-girlfriends and what sweet angels they were! But since it isn't worth it really, let me talk about something else.

Like how some people are successful in life and some are not. Yeah, I agree, actually, even this is not worth it but hey! WhoTF is going to stop me! So here goes ... :)

Successful people have one thing in common - They know how to sugar coat their bull$hit. And yessir, that's it. Simple and straight. And trust me, 5 thousand years of existence has resulted in lot of it (Simple math can prove that, I swear...) Sugar coat it and people will eat it, regurgitate and pass it on like it is His bread from the Last Supper (no offense meant to anyone, and no one in particular).

And unsuccessful people too have one thing in common - They all look constipated, since centuries!!

Pressure....

 I have been under tremendous pressure. Have not got a wink of shut eye since....and
when my body finally gave way...Have  woken up in the middle of the night, sweating like a pig. Then wandered around the house 
like a zombie, watching mindless TV shit, working the remote like am playing 3D Mortal Combat on PS10. Gone to office absolutely drained of energy. Dozing off in the 
meetings, extending deadlines till they are finally dead, shirking work to the extent that 
I have been nominated as the honorary president, CEO, et al of the LBS (read Lazy Bummers Society) in the company I work for (mind you, 
there are 50,000 more ppl in the same company). 

This morning I woke up with the cliched sun rise and decided to put an end to all this.
To undo the Bull going around in my life. Bottom line - to think why the hell is this happening.

And Eureka, I have found it. The reason for all above is that I dont want to be the last one making debut on the Hyperbull Blog. And here I am.  I have done it. I am not the last one. Yahooooooooooooo..... Yippeeee..... As eM would have said....Tra la la.....

Before you break the comps you are are reading this on - last two lines.

On this momentous occassion, I would like to thank Smoochy for creating this blog where
we can vent out the bull which no one listens to. Most of all, I would like to thank the Bull shitters I have met in the last 6-7 yrs who have inspired me to go on record wih B, because hello.... Bull sells. (before that, couldnt really differentiate between B and Non B).

Now that am off the mark (with a home run - I would like to believe), will be back with more meaningful B soon. Till then, keep (d)Reading :)

Rabid Rambler

Today I feel like rambling.
Today i feel like thinking
Today I feel like breaking
Today I feel like blogging

Long Live the free speech movement.