My digital dilemma

I am a gadget freak.
A music lover.
Crazy about movies.
Awesome photography charges me up.
So does great ads…

And yet to get used to reading e-books

Why am I saying all this?

Well I have almost three-four TB (Terrabytes) worth of data. Movies, music, ads, images and the works. I want to expand more… Have more data on western series (Lost, 24, Dexter, Mad Men etc etc… God why does this list go on and on?) I am also on the lookout for great NGC (National geographic) images. World cinema haunts me. Coz there’s nothing better than watching such finely crafted movies…

But I have an issue. While I understand technology, the minimal space it encapsulates, the speed it delivers and the unsurpassed quality that it promises… It has it’s own share of problems…

I usually sit on a weekend night with my drive attached to my laptop and keep searching for my fave company be it a good thriller, horror, drama or some wonderful world cinema… what it does is that it takes time for me to get used to the storyline and hence I end up watching, skipping, searching, watching, skipping… the movies all over again! I keep doing this and by that time I realize I am already two hours ahead of time and there’s very little time left for me for watch anything of my choice…

Technology has really spoilt myself with choices like these. The collection keeps multiplying every week and I end up buying yet another external hard drive six months later to accommodate the ever increasing titles. Just as it has increased my film viewing habits since now I have a wide collection to choose from, it has also increased my confusion and I am yet to figure out a way out of this madness.

I was very happy during the early days… I was happy with my VCR and magnetic tapes (cassettes) collection. Atleast I stopped buying stuff when the shelf was overflowing… I also used to see/ hear almost all of the them over and over again. They all were well utilized. There were no issues of data being stored somewhere and me searching them till eternity!

During my times in Middleast when I was just starting to earn better than before, I used to buy a CD almost everyday! Yeah, everyday! It was like coffee for me. Like brushing my teeth in the morning. Like having a bath… that normal. Something that I used to do everyday. This almost continued unstopped for almost a year and a half. By the time I saw my shelf raining with CDs I shifted gears to iPOD. iPOD helped me to consolidate all my songs into a digital format and lo! My music collection alone ran into some 30,000 songs… that ran into some 28 days non-stop music (On iTunes if you add songs more than 10K it will display the total running time of these songs in hours and days!) I had all the collection in the world but would always listen to an RD or may be ARR or maybe REM and maximum a Coldplay or Dire Straits…

Digital collections surely helped us get all that we want.
But do we need this?
Do we really have the time for all this?

It’s a good ego massage to say I have this and that… and for all we know, it will just lie in some corner of your shelf that doesn’t even exist. And when it does, you are again generations ahead with some new technology that you don’t really need but want so desperately!

Sometimes you are stacked up so much that you don’t feel hungry.

I guess our digital dilemmas are something like that.


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86-year old lady’s letter to bank

I am really tempted to post this for four main reasons:
#1: This letter is for real
#2: This letter is written by an 86 year old amazing woman
#3: This is so hilarious and eye opening that the letter got published in New York Times
#4: It does bring a smile on your face

Today I thought I would do something different. For the first time ever I’m posting a HumpDay Humor blog that doesn’t have anything to do with anything. Its just classic Humpday Humor. Enjoy:

Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.

Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, — when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate. Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further. When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH
#1. To make an appointment to see me
#2. To query a missing payment.
#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
#4 To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping
#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
#6.. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home
#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.
8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.
#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.

While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?

Your Humble Client

And remember: Don’t make old People mad. We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.

Source:
http://stephentremp.blogspot.com/2010/03/86-year-old-ladys-letter-to-bank.html
And thanks to Humor Uncensored group in Facebook plus various results from google…

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What is in a name?

Actually there’s more to it…

Psychiatrist and Proctologist

Two doctors, a psychiatrist and a proctologist, opened an office in a small town and put up a sign reading:
“Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors.”

The town council was not happy with the sign, so the doctors changed it to read, “Schizoids and Hemorrhoids.”

This was not acceptable either, so in an effort to satisfy The council, they changed the sign to”Catatonics and High Colonics.” No go.

Next, they tried: “Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives.” Thumbs down again.

Then came “Minds and Behinds.” Still no good.

Another attempt resulted in “Lost Souls and Butt Holes.” Unacceptable again!

So they tried “Analysis and Anal Cysts.” Not a chance.

“Nuts and Butts?” No way.

“Freaks and Cheeks?” Still no go.

“Loons and Moons?” Forget it.

Almost at their wit’s end, the doctors finally came up with:
“Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones, Odds and Ends.”

Everyone loved it.

Have a great weekend!

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All you need to do is just smile…

It’s amazing to know that after our seven years of marriage we are parents all over again.
Like they say life repeats itself…
Diaper change, nappy change, baby clothes and toys all over the house… a messy house (Practically)

Not to mention the smell of baby milk around you. And a very noisy baby who wouldn’t just budge unless you feed her and put her to sleep or just cajole her…

Wow… the feeling is just so amazing.

It’s a usual thing for new born parents (Yeah, with every new born kids… a parent is born again!) to go through this and we are no strangers…

The best and the worst part is the midnight madness.

Let me get to the worst first.
You had a tough day taking care of the baby and for me it’s the office pressures. So obviously I would like a good night’s peaceful sleep. You start dozing away to glory only past the midnight. Until then is the usual twist, curve and turn trying to find that perfect shape and pose which will really give you a good midnight’s sleep. Yeah, I am almost there and about to zzzzzzz…. then the alarm rings… I meant the baby… wwwwaaaaaahhhh!!!!! she cries… and it gets louder… You know what… it’s bad, really, really bad…
You then prepare her the milk. One hand on her neck. The other on the bottle and head rested backwards against the wall, a cozy pillow to support your back… you are still sleeping… But your baby ain’t drinking… You shake her… rattle her… slightly twitch her cheeks to get her to wake up… She shakes her body with a thudder… and sipping that by-now-very-cold milk again… she sure hates it… does she have a choice???

Now the best part
She’s still sipping… not comfortable posture eh! Yeah but still sipping… Milk is frozen cold by now and just few ml left. Maybe 10 or 15ml… and you are at your peak and best to whack her out… Your sleep’s gone… a big day tomorrow… house cleaning chores for your wife… a big presentation for you tomorrow… How do I ever catch up with all those now that this tiny little devil is far and wide awake and in no mood to finish off this milk? You wonder…
And by now you have reached that stage where all hell breaks loose… There is a stunned silence in the room. It’s dark. A small light glowing in some corner and throwing its glow on her soft and supple cheeks.

You know she looks her prettiest even in this goddamn time of the night! You have lost your cool by now… and you start yelling at her… She’s stunned… awake… Why-blame-me kind of look she gives you.

She looks straight at you in the eye… as if searching for something… and…

Then she smiles…

Should I say anything more… God I am so blessed…

After all this… Just her smile is enough to give us the strength for the next day…

God bless all the babies!


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Young and old employees – A perspective

A funny look at how the young and older employees perceive their weekdays…

Where do you fit in?


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