Monthly Archives: September 2010

Snap it!

The first camera I remember owning was one of those “photography for dummies” models from Kodak. Focus was non-existent; you aim, click and then turn the wheel to move the film for your next shot.  Each photo was measured and calculated; arranging all the parties for a group photo could take days at length (that’s why class photo days were so much fun).

Then came digital cameras, the first one I remember was my dad’s Sony Mavica. It was a big as Bofors gun and could double up as a weapon as well.  It would cover my entire torso when hung from my neck. It was a floppy based; which meant you still didn’t have great freedom in terms of number of snaps that could be clicked. It also meant that, since hard disk sizes were not great in those days and floppies being based on a Mission Impossible-esque technology (will self destruct in 3 uses), you still had to choose your clicks carefully.

The real revolution came when the cameras had their own memory chips in them. It meant that you could just go shooting mindlessly like some trigger happy cop. The fun was when your friend came back from some trip and you would be very unwillingly be subjected to the 244 snaps he had collected over 3 days of the how beautiful the zebra crossings at Singapore were.

It’s all fine till here. The climax to our story is when our perpetrator meets his partners in crime – the social networking site and *sexism alert* the fairer sex . The idea of capturing any non-moment and sharing it with all the people you don’t really care in the world suddenly caught the imagination of the women.  There is a thumb rule here – Anytime 3 or more people get together the digicam has to be brought out and clicked at 40 snaps a minute – first I’ll lean my head on your right shoulder then on your left … ok now you lean your head on my right shoulder then on my left .. oh God my smile is not as big as Madhuri Dixit’s we need to do this again.  Aaarrggghhh!!!

I think I saw the worst of this in SP. Some of the girls would just pose while their designated photographers would go bonkers on the camera clicking every twist and pose the woman had to offer.  The day after parties orkut would almost crash with hoards of photos being uploaded from the suburbs of Mumbai. There would be a series of 20 snaps from one girl where the only difference in each of the snaps (or so I was told) would be the angle at which the subject’s head was tilted.

Once the snaps were uploaded on your favourite networking site, each photo would have the obligatory comments from other women in the class. “You look so nice”, “Such a sweet snap”, these snaps would later be discussed in the cafeteria – “Oh did you see her snap she looks like an orangutan’s armpit”.

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List of abused terms

LOL

Some techie once said that we produced more information in a year today than we did in all the years leading up to that one.

The fallacy in the statement is that if we were to remove the LOLs from Facebook, twitter, etc. this statistic would not hold good any more.

My problem is it is not appreciated when it happens in real life. I have been told a million times that my laugh is too loud and I should not, wait a minute, laugh out loud! Its been called the Ravana laugh. So much so, that I once laughed out loud only to reduce my friend’s cute 1 year old to tears!

And don’t lie to yourself, you’ve told people not to laugh that loud or stared condescendingly at people who did.

So, don’t laugh out loud or LOL or effing tweet like this. http://twitter.com/henrygayle/status/22858481608

ROFL/ROFLMAO

Honestly, who the fuck rolls on the floor while laughing. I once did it to impress a girl, she snubbed me then; only to marry me later. Ok! That’s not a good example.

I also laughed my ass off once; the sales of gas masks went up that week.

Bro

I am not your bro, you are not my bro. I don’t want to be your bro and I don’t want you to be my bro and I don’t want you to want me to be your bro.. you get the point!

This is the only bro I like because it was funny as hell. “Hey bro!” isn’t

Dedicated to

How can you dedicate someone else’s song to your friend, to be boyfriend or the neighbour’s bitch your dog sniffs ass all the time.

Authors dedicate books to their wives because they stuck with them; rappers dedicate songs to their mom because they kept the rappers off pedaling coke.

You can’t! It isn’t yours to dedicate. All you did was called the RJ and looked up the song on youtube and say “I dedicate it to all my countrymen”. Not done bro!

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Cricket relations and sitcom couples

Elaine Puddy – Eng Aus

They are together because they know no better. They strongly dislike each other but can’t do without each other. They fight over the silliest of reasons and make up because they are easy lays.

Chandler Janis – India Pak

They have a long history of not liking each other, cheating on each other, but still love each other (or so they think).

Monica Chandler – Ind SL

The steadiest and the most boring relationship. Ever.

Gunther Rachael – Ind Bang

Gunther can never get Rachael, but desperately wants her. She would be his final frontier. Gunther would do anything to get Rachael but Rachael couldn’t care less.

Ross Rachael – Ind Aus

They know they would make a great couple but for some reason they just can’t seem to hook up. And when they eventually do, the TRPs skyrocket.

Ross and the photocopier girl – Ind NZ

Mostly like one night stands. They can’t remember when was the last time they slept with each other but remember they once did and enjoyed it – somewhat.

Monica Richard – Ind WI

Richard was once younger and Monica looked up to him. When Monica grew up they hooked up but soon realized that Richard couldn’t keep up and deliver results.

Penny Leonard- Big bang theory – Aus NZ

We’re neighbours so might as well.

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