http://sandil.com/blog Techie. Writer. Photographer. Wed, 24 Sep 2008 22:40:26 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Finally, I've come out of my writing shell. It might rain after all, tomorrow -- perhaps a hailstorm. Sorry for ruining the weather, folks, and a quick word of apology directed and hurled at the Met office too. And what brought about the change, did you ask? Well, you didn't, but ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/09/25/retournez/ 1940 HRS. The 37 degrees that the pilot promised prompted me to lose the jacketlike Provogue I wore over a thin, white cotton t-shirt. A hint of perspiration as I step out, for the first time in sixteen years, to meet the sultry capital. A huge airport, with lovely conveyor ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/05/10/delhi-tonight/ I'm not blind - I admit, Kareena Kapoor is one of the hotter women I've seen out there, but whether that new firmly-toned body of hers really merits a tattoo on Saif Ali Khan's hand - or any other part of his body - is questionable. I, for one, would ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/04/06/tashan-and-tattoos-for-dummies/ To begin with, the last few days for him have seen a few paradigm shifts, well-aligned with the numbness we associated earlier. For as long as I can remember, he has been driven by enthusiasm, motivation, and a perpetual appetite to live life to the fullest. For the first time ever ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/03/28/the-plunge-into-perpetual-privacy/ It isn't often that it happens. The odds of yours truly spending two days absent from the blogosphere are the same as that of PotUS bombing the right nation. Either ways, I kind of hibernated for a bit, after an all-hands meeting at the Pune office before we kicked off ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/03/15/the-weekend-that-was/ Like every other part of Pune after midnight, even a hyperactive Koregaon Park curls in to bed and goes silent as the clock ticks time off the night. The roads get less busier, there are fewer people and the only life that roams the area past midnight are the strays. - ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/03/03/the-last-ride/ He wasn't a romantic, roses were a no-no, he wouldn't dance, and he couldn't sing - yes, he could strum the guitar and even play Richard Marx all day on the keyboard - but he wasn't the guy you'd see take center stage. Some said that he writes half-decent, some ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/02/19/immortal-imprints/ 10:20 AM on the PNQ Airport clock - and I'm mumbling the choicest of profanity for two reasons. To start with, my flight's delayed by two hours and I really need to get in to work soon. So I'm a tad - in fact, more than a tad - snappy. ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/01/30/lohegaon-sporadics/ When the cricketing world heard of Adam Gilchrist's retirement, they went from a state of shock to nothing short of mourning. Many might have even wept. I'm not surprised why - if I was there at the Adelaide Oval, watching the wicketkeeper batsman walking back to the rooms, head held ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/01/27/adios-adam/ Shall we have the facts out of the way, as I'm dying to let you know? I'm an Indian. I love Bangalore. I love rock. Fanatical - I repeat - fanatical about a certain Paki band. The 'times played' count on my iTunes for Duur is a number you won't ... http://sandil.com/blog/2008/01/20/they-came-they-saw-they-rocked/