Why is it always blondes and Sardars who are dumb?

Before you ask, no, I'm not a Sardar or a blonde. But I find it increasingly irritating to read a dumb blonde joke or a Sardarji joke. Nearly every SMS I get these days is a joke based on Sardars.



An example :



"Sardarji was filling up an application form for a job. He promptly filled the columns titled NAME, AGE, ADDRESS etc. Then he came to the column Salary Expected: He was not sure as to what to be filled there. After much thought he wrote: Yes"



We have a couple of Sardars in our College and one of them is quite intelligent. Though I admit, I don't know any bright blondes, but that's probably because I know very few blondes.



Forget dumb Sardars. Ever played the game Grand Theft Auto 3? All the Taxi Drivers in the game are Sardars. There aren't so many Sardars in USA who drive taxis, are there? I wonder what they felt when they played the game...



Update: I had a kind of an adventure last Saturday. I've narrated it at my College Life blog, since it's something that happened on my way back from College.



A Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!

Desires of the Heart

I quite clearly remember my mindset last year. Seeing no valid reason for the existence of this universe and influenced by the sagacity of the sages depicted in epics, I concluded that life is unreal; I lost interest in this material world. I was peacefully content, with no wants whatsoever. I never cared for worldly events.

But things aren't the way they were before. At this point of time, I yearn for a lot of things. Here's a brief list, in no particular order.

I want:

1. To get out of my college's hostel.

2. The best 128 MB AGP card money can buy.

3. A reasonably fast broadband internet connection.

4. The best portable pocket-sized MP3 player.

5. A high resolution digital still camera, bluetooth enabled.

6. A Wi-Fi enabled notebook computer for obvious reasons.

7. The best keyboard(music) ever to hit the market.

8. A violin. Any violin.

9. The money to satisfy wants 2-8.

10. To practice euthanasia on myself provided no one will miss me, there's no such thing as an afterlife, and I'm not reborn.

Actually, a lifetime supply of Pepsi and daily necessities, and a computer with a fast, unlimited internet connection, free for life, would suffice.

Anything you want?

I'm beginning to hate the Internet.

Rather, I'm beginning to hate the lack of it wherever I go. You are probably familiar with the fact that I can access the internet only once a week when I go home, if you've been reading my blogs. Even that was ruined, at least for the past 2-3 weeks. I come home for the weekend, eager to blog and check my mail, and my parents tell me that the modem is kaput. Try to connect to the net, and you get "Error 633: The port cannot be found or is busy", or something to that effect. I knew the port couldn't be busy; we had no applications which used the COM1 port. With some tweaks here and there, it started working, but not for long. As soon as the computer was rebooted, the same error message appeared when one tried to connect to the net. Doing the same thing didn't fix the modem this time. So we assumed getting a new one would solve the problem. But, the day being a Sunday, no shops open, no modem. I had to wait for another week.



Next weekend, I come home; we have a new modem, but the same problem. It seems the modem worked fine till the computer was rebooted. Obviously, I began to see a pattern here. But I still couldn't fix it.



The next weekend, i.e., this weekend, I hit the jackpot. I completely understood what the problem was. Now we have two working modems. The fault didn't lie in the modem, it was the OS. Microsoft's OS. Windows XP. Service pack 2. In an attempt to secure the internet connection with a firewall, XP had done something, which was the source of all my misery.



I want wireless internet. But that's not gonna happen, at least not now. For that to happen, there have to be Wi-Fi zones wherever I go, and I have to have a Notebook Computer, with wireless functionality. The only free Wi-Fi zone (as a matter of fact, the ONLY Wi-Fi zone, free or not) in Chennai is at the Railway Station. And I won't be visiting that place too often.



While I'm doing this, there's this guy on the phone boasting about his MP3 collection, but unfortunately he doesn't have an MP3 player, so he wants me to write some on an Audio CD. What do I get in return? I don't know. He keeps saying that he'll gimme his entire collection, but that doesn't seem to be happening. I'll have to think it over.



I'm seriously considering applying for the internet connection at College even though it's extremely unreliable and slow. Even though you can't use Yahoo Messenger. Even though you can't download any music. Even though you can't browse websites which aren't education related. I hate my life. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do. At least for now.



Update: 3 weeks worth of updates at College Life. Be there, or be square.