Sunday, September 26, 2010

sport

I was just reminded of this debate I had with lux a couple of days ago.....
about how she can't respect people who race around for a living. because they don't contribute to humanity. she condemns sportsmen too. all of them except long distance runners and sprinters.

its easy to put anybodys profession down, or diss someone. especially if ur not aware of what they do, why they do it and what effect it has on everybody else.

aerobatic flying and air races.

had those nutters not been craving for speed, and the ability to out manoeuvre their opponents, we could never have had the engines we have today. the aircraft engines of today are something amazing. compare today with a day 50 years ago. thats it. 50. you can get around the world in less than 24 hours thanks to those non-respectable buggers flying their machines out of their skin. aviation as we know it today stems purely from the world war era, and of the air race era before that. man has always wanted to go faster, fly higher, reach for the stars.

had those motherfuckers not been whizzing around in their tiny incredibly dangerous little prop planes, we would have no space program. most of the aeronautical engineering that we know today is a direct lesson of that era.

everyday, people can get into their cars and drive safely to work at a nominal cost. nominal, because the car itself doesnt cost that much (its the oil, that we've seen for millions of years thats the problem). My friend had an accident. crashed his car into the barrier, survived thanks to airbags, a crumple zone in his front fender and a safety catch in his fuel pump. all these innovations come from formula 1 racing.

these racecar drivers wanted to make 1 litre of petrol last longer so theyd have to wait longer to refuel, and thereby beat their opponents. this led to sevaral automotive engineers struggling to make engines more powerful and efficient. remember the mileage a car used to give 30 years ago? now think of the modern car. 5 times as powerful, 5 times less thirsty. all thanks to formula 1 racing.

innovations all around us. things that make us more efficient, faster, economical can source their origin to one of two things: sports or war. case in point- the jet engine.

today Lux is 3 hours away from home because the nazi bastards made a plane that could fly faster than a prop. this brings me to my other debate.

sports is war. but not as bloody. man, of all shapes, colours and form, is competitive. even if everything was ok, everyone had food, shelter whatever, some bastard would come up and start attacking the other guys to gain more. greed, aggression and ruthlessness is an integral part of the homo sapien. now that we have organised sports, most people who in barbaric times would have attacked each others countries and gone to war now support their world cup teams in soccer. hilarious? am i retarded? yes and no. think about it. ever wonder why there are stadium fulls of people who wear their colours, yell and scream and dance their victory dance when their player scores a goal. well, is it so far removed from the thousands of soldiers on a battlefield wearing their army uniforms carrying their nations flags battling each other.

we are human, we want to feel superior to other humans. wars in the past have not been purely for survival. no. a kingdom who was at peace. had all the natural resources it could need, still had a massive armies and occupied territories it could easily do without. why? because they could.

we are assholes. all of us. thats the beauty of the human race. sports just gives us a place to vent our aggression, where millions of people dont die. thats the beauty of sports.

ever wondered why the olympic games came into being in ancient greece? some crazy motherfucker like me realised that instead of fighting wars, lets just let athletes sort this shit out. so different 'countries' trained their athletes....spent money on them, the athletes were a source of pride for a nation, they commanded certain respect. they competed in sports which required the athletes to have the same abilities that a soldier would need in war. speed (sprinting), strength (weight lifting), stamina(long distance running), accuracy with a weapon(archery) etc...........

the wars of today are complicated. now we have sophisticated weapons. fighter aircraft that require skill, and the clarity of thought that is required at mach 2 to act and win. thus we have high speed racing.

speed, skill, patience, brute strength, strategy are all integral to the sports we see today.

football can bring nations together, unite people of different class, creed and colour. fuck that, u can have a kid in south africa, india, russia and greece supporting the same team. might not speak the same language, different lives, culture etc....but when the motherfuckers scores....they all jump together. that is fuckin beautiful.

now im not saying that all sportsmen have these noble intentions of bringing the world together in peace and harmony. no. they do it cause they like it. football, racing, flying is their passion. just like lux's passion can be money, security, stability. if she can follow her passions, why should these athletes not follow theirs.

fuck that. golf. golf requires no skill, strength, speed, accuracy....right? just go to a golfcourse once and swing at a ball. ul realise what its all about.....

its so easy to diss someone else, their passions, their beliefs.

any athlete can come up to me and tell me that i am nothing but a guy who takes other peoples money and bets with it to make money for myself. he wouldn't be far from the truth. he can go to lux and tell her that she works towards making companies more efficient. by making them more streamlined, so people lose jobs, automation takes over. and these companies can make more profit, and their ceo's take home a bigger bonus while their marketing campaigns helps them charge a higher price for the same goods.

who is right, and who is wrong?
no one.

we should all go after what we want. Mr. Valentino Rossi wants to be the best racer ever, be the best of the best, be internationally famous.....he goes for it. and does it. i want to be rich, i should go for it too.

it doesn't fuckin matter what u do. just do what u do to the best of ur ability. have ur own goals and fulfil ur ambitions.

btw, u know the one reason why i like sports. its the desire to be the best. to have no equal, in the world.. combination of speed, skill, talent, endurance and effort.

rossi, has 5 world titles. more money than god. more fans than anyone else. he is racing his team mate lorenzo in this clip. lorenzo has 1 world title. team mates. talented. but the desire to win is so strong in both of them. winning, being the best matters more to them than money, fame, publicity, whatever. that is what makes them great. check my lord and master Valentino Rossi in this clip.

whole race gone by.....last 2 laps.


wow.

at that last lap. each of them had only one thing in mind. winning. not the money. not the fame. but being able to control a machine that does 350 km/h better than the other guy. to be able to control a machine at 200km/h at a turn where they are leaning their bikes at 50 degrees and still out-think anyone else. that is something...

Saturday, September 25, 2010

pandas and watches

i just cant get this panda song off me head.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6iHCFiSqIw

the panda is a douche. but the song is so stupid and catchy. like im singing 'just you know why.....' on the tube, in my loo, at work aaaaarrggggghhhhhhhhh. its fuckin driving me crazy. just you know why.........its awful when crappy songs get stuck on ur tongue because people start believing ur retarded and ur choice in music is lame. not that i care what other people think. ok who am i kidding. i do care.

just you know why................

anyway, its time to tell you about this kickass new present I'm buying myself. so remember, if you look back in 3 years and go....meh.....remember, you really wanted this watch and were super excited about it.

you have to see it first, before I tell you the story behind it.





This extraordinary timepiece is the only 'official' watch ever worn on the Moon and the only watch flight certified for astronauts and cosmonauts during their walks in space.

On 1st March 1965, OMEGA's Speedmaster chronograph was "flight-qualified by NASA for all manned space missions" as the only wristwatch to have withstood all of the U.S. space agency's severe tests under conditions of zero gravity and magnetic fields, extreme shocks, vibrations and temperatures ranging from -18 to +93 degrees Celsius.

In the same month, the watch was for the first time worn officially on board the Gemini 3 mission.

In April 1970, the OMEGA Speedmaster rescued the Apollo 13 mission from a potential disaster, earning OMEGA the "Snoopy Award", the highest distinction awarded by the NASA astronauts. In another historical event, the Speedmaster was worn on the wrists of both the American astronaut Tom Stafford and the Russian cosmonaut Alexei Leonov during the historic Apollo-Soyuz space rendezvous. This was the first time the cosmonauts also wore the OMEGA Speedmaster. Ever since, the Speedmaster has been the official chronograph of all Russian manned space missions.

The greatest moment in the Speedmaster's history was undoubtedly 21 July 1969 at 02:56 GMT, when it recorded man's first steps on the Moon's surface. The Apollo 11 mission was a milestone in history and the Speedmaster became the first watch (and the only watch since) to be worn on the Moon. With this unique accomplishment came a unique nickname: the Moon Watch.

here is Buzz Aldrin wearing his moonwatch on the Apollo 11 mission:


Ed white had already completed the first space walk wearing this very watch before this. it truly is a piece of history.

and it looks really hot on a black leather strap too...


I'm just thrilled I'm geting such a sexy watch :)

to read more, look here

http://www.omegawatches.com/spirit/hall-of-fame/watches/the-legendary-moonwatch


btw, on the Apollo 11 mission, the cockpit mission timer malfunctioned and Neil Armstrong had to leave his speedmaster inside the craft as backup in case Buzz Aldrin's watch got damaged during his time on the moon. A conversation is copied below:

108:54:54 McCandless: Neil, this is Houston. Will you give us hack when you start your chronometer. Over.

108:55:03 Armstrong: Roger.

108:55:08 Aldrin: Give it to them later.

108:55:12 Armstrong: Okay. Okay, let's go to dump.

108:55:17 Aldrin: Dump.

108:55:18 Armstrong: Go to dump. (Long Pause)

108:55:40 Aldrin: Houston, I'll set my watch at 56. Over.

108:55:50 McCandless: Roger.

[Buzz is wearing his watch on his suit sleeve and, apparently, is setting his at 56 minutes after the hour, corresponding to the upcoming Ground Elapsed Time of 108:56.]

108:56:00 Aldrin: 3, 2, 1.

108:56:02 Aldrin: Mark.

[Buzz reopened the dump valve on his mark. This is the start of the EVA.]

this watch helped these astronauts get back home.

The Apollo 13 mission ran into serious trouble when the ship had a ruptured oxygen tank on board. The speedmaster helped astronaut Jack Swigert calculate the rate of burn and complete the mission. heres a pic of the man himself


thanks to this, omega was awarded the snoopy award for supporting the lunar manned project.


wow. thats a lot of information. however, just remember Nidhaan, what you're about to get is special, its special to you as you write it, and I'm sure it'll be special years from now too. just incase it isn't....remember you wrote this and found all this information at 2 at night just cause you were so excited. cheers, and enjoy the watch.


Eddie Vedder.

what a singer, what feel. I've been listening to Pearl Jam for a long long time. In my opinion, the most average bunch of musicians ever. like seriously. no one knows who the bassist is, or the guitarist or the drummer. still, people remember the songs.

jeremy would be my favourite. from the ten album. love the song. infact the whole album was gold.

night attendant at a gas station to lead singer of an internationally famous rock band. seems like a story out of a movie.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

like seriously.

ok.

the quality of my writing has sunk to new subterranean levels. i mean, i was always crap.....but now im like the craps crap. why is this so?

well i just found out that people have been reading this shit.

listen motherfucker! if you've been reading this, thank you. im flattered. now, fuck you. cause i can't write like myself.

i changed the fuckin webpage cause i was getting hits on my other page. i mean. i want people to read this. people like you, random person....and make me feel appreciated, loved, maybe even cared for....NOT!. ok. it is a strange situation. i want people to read what i write, and i dont want to know that they do when actually i do cause that makes me feel good, but knowing that makes me write crap just like this fuckin post. im fuckin incoherent. wow. i do write well.

anyway. i am going to stop thinking about the millions and billions (or 7) of people reading this shit and just write what comes to me naturally.

ok.

here goes.


nyaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaimakakakakakajuijuijuinetetetetetetetetetekekekekemamamamamamamamama.

phew. glad i got that off my chest.

ok. now for the real deal. i just started working. guess what. im a fuckin investment banker. no jokes. yes. the legendary shit drummer for that shit punk band which did well is now a fuckin investment banker who just got paid an insane amount of money today.

more money than ive ever had in my whole life. more money than i would have made in a year had i taken my previous job as a software engineer in a multinational.

i work hard. sorry. hardly. atleast right now while im still training...in 2 weeks its going to get really rough. im talking 7 to 8 working hours. and i dont mean 7-8 working hours. i mean 7 am to 8 pm. really looking forward to that.

fuck me sideways. i now have so much money. and no time to spend it. it sucks. life is all wrong.
all i wanted was enough money to buy a couple cymbals, maybe afford pizzas once in a while, top up the balance in my cellphone. now i have money, no drumkit, no place to keep a drumkit in my really tiny apartment in a really posh development (we have a private cinema, swimming pool, gym, sauna, steam room, solarium, blah blah blah), no time to hang out with friends, no nothing. i was unhappy then, im unhappy now.not really. i was ultra happy then, when i could do all that shit, now that im all old and mature (im 23), i can finally do all this other shit i could never do. i am now soon-to-be the proud owner of a stunningly sexy omega speedmaster professional moonwatch with a black leather strap and a clasp. oh yeah. fuck yeah. oh oh yeah.

anyway. gotta sleep. job tomorrow. and then. the weekend. oh yeah baby.


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

of love hate and friendship *edit* and stupid knock knock jokes.

why must we hate?
when i say 'we', i dont include me. i don't hate anyone, and very few 'thing's'. im not bragging. its fuckin true.

im all about hurting the other guy, and not me. so hating makes no sense to me. cause the only thing that gets hurt when i hate, is me.

ignorance however, is a nasty little weapon. helps you stomp all over the other person's ego, save some face for yourself and generally keeps you in a calmer frame of mind. don't get me wrong. i dont mean anger here.

im angry as hell. but its a spike. i go from calm to serious anger to calm in the space of 3 minutes. maybe less. ive always felt my anger is a gift. i dont want to let go of it. its helped me all my life. you could call me stupid, irresponsible, ive once even been called jackass:the indian adventure. but nobody, and i mean nobody can ever tell me that ive backed down from a confrontation when i know im right. thats the one thing i can say with pride. im not proud of fighting, i hate to fight. everytime i fight, i know no matter how much i hurt the other guy, tomorrow i too will wake up with one or more parts of my body aching, and possibly my face(my meal ticket(i wish)) not looking so good. however, for anyone who has not felt the adrenaline rush of getting into a fight and laying a punch which has all your body behind it on another guys chin:

1) either ur a nice and lucky guy.
2)you backed out. got scared. next time, fight. i know its wrong to say this, but be a man.

i dont imply that fighting makes you a man. but standing up and not taking shit does.

why am i like this? what makes me this way. 2 answers:

- my father. the most courageous guy on the fucking planet.
- westerns. influenced my father, influenced me. used to read them before sleeping and have crazy dreams.

i idolize my father, as well as hate his guts. we get along epicly when we are united against a third person. but have ego problems with each other. he can still beat me up, break my arm in arm-wrestling and play better sports than me when im 23 and hes like what....49?

the man is truly phenomenal.

anyway, so where was i. yes. hating. not worth my time. and now that im working (more on that later), i find i have even lesser time now and hating anyone is out of the question.

hmmm. how can any post be complete without a mention of my kisunja. kisunja has left me to meet her mom. im all lonely. the internet is nice, but i know it'll be tough sleeping tonight.

but hey. one good thing. i got to update my blog :)

recently blogs and twitter accounts became a big topic of debate(polite term for fighting) in mehome, but fuck that. i honestly don't care about the topic, the fight or the twitter blogs.

damn, i wish i knew some cool quote which i could put down here and seem all intellectual to myself. meh.

ok ok. heres one.

knock knock.
whose there.
boo.
boo who?
stop crying you stupid bitch and open the fuckin door!!!

ok. that was lame of epic proportions.