Thursday, November 24, 2011

Kolaveri Songs - A compilation


My friend Brian's Rock instrumental version (my new favourite):

One of the best remix of the Song: Alvin and the Kolaveri Chipmunks

Carnatic Version: 

Inspiration: Soup boys of tamil cinema

Kid (Sonu Nigam's) Version:

"Why this kolaveri?" - Tamil Nadu politicians ask.

Sharad Pawar Slap Song - Why this Kolaveri Di ft. Harvinder Singh

Fast Tempo Comedy version:

Step Step Mani - Stepsteping Murderous Rage

Kolaveri at IIM-B

Japanese dancing to the original:

Kolaveri becomes THE news featured in both NDTV & CNN IBN:


Some group's Karaoke:

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di ..... IT VERSION: 

by Raghupathi Asari

Yo boys.. 

I am sing song..

Code song..

Error code song..

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri..di 

Rhythm correct..

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di

Maintain please..

Why this kolaveri ......................aa di 

Distance u la hike u hike u

Hike color u white u

Hike paper white u white u

Paper matter black u

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di

White-u skinu clientu clientu

Clientu heartu Blacku

Issue u Issue u meet u meet u
My appraisal darku

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di

Dialogue1: ”mama.. notes eduthuko.. apadiye kaila KT eduthuko”

Pe pe pe pe

Pe pe pe pe

Sariya reverse KT sollu
Ve ve ve ve ve ve ve ve

Dialogue2:”he he he he.. Super maama super maama.. ready? 1…. 2uu.. 3eee 4”

Pe pe pe pe

Pe pe pe pe
Ve ve ve ve ve ve ve

Dialogue3:” Ok. Maama.. now tune change.. uh?”

Kaila Mouse u(Di:”illa illa only English huh”)

Hand-la mouse uu Mouse la code u

Code u fulla error uu

Empty lifeu project come u

Life reversu gearu

Bug u bug u. Oh my bug u

U showed me BOW u

Beer u beer u.. Holy beer u

I want you here now u

God I am dying now u

PM happy how u

This song is for IT guys u
We don’t have choice u

Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di
Why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri..di

Error song…"

#Kolaveri: Killer rage or murderous rage.
Soup Song: Love failure song.
Soup Boys: Boys who failed in love.
Showed me Bouv-u: Rejected me

Watch this space for updates to this compilation...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Accidental Fitness

I don't know if it were the Gods of serendipity who conspired to do this but one day, the 26th of April, 2009, my phone started ringing at 6AM in the morning. Now, wondering who would be calling at this ungodly hour, I got up from bed to answer the phone. It was my friend Vinny who was going out for his daily run around the Jayamahal Park and wanted to know if I'd want to tag along. I don't know what had gotten into me or if I was just dreaming, half-asleep, but I said yes, got up from bed swiftly, got into my running attire and was ready in no time. My friend came along to pick me up and I went along to run with him.

After the first day’s running and stretching, had felt really rejuvenated and wanted to continue and make this a daily ritual. To my own surprise, I was able to keep up with this routine and had continued running for a couple of weeks until that fateful day of 12th May, 2011. I had completed my first run around the Jayamahal Park, enthusiastically, ahead of my friend. I looked back and saw my friend at a distance approaching me quite slowly. I noticed the beautiful pond inside the park through the grilled compound. Now, in Hindsight I think "Why did I do it?” I wanted to take a closer look and admire the pond's beauty and stepped on to the footpath from the road.

That's it! The footpath was made out of moulded concrete slabs covering the rainwater drain beneath it. I would have hardly stood on one of the slabs for a few seconds and it broke in the middle, in half, taking me into the gutter beneath, with it. All this happened so quickly that I could hardly get a holding of the compound grill of the park to prevent me from falling in. While the slab was falling in, it scraped both my ankles and when I landed at the base of the drain quicker than the broken slab, it had jammed my ankles. I wasn't able to move. Then my friend who had now reached closer to me took a while to come to terms with what had just happened and once reality struck him came running towards me to help me out.

In the meanwhile, I nudged out my jammed ankles from beneath the concrete pieces of the slab and had freed myself. My friend pulled me out and I wasn't able to walk. I had badly injured my ankles and any stretching of it caused terrible pain, but luckily I hadn't broken any bones or torn any ligaments. The injuries were superficial albeit painful.

My immediate reaction to this incident was "What if it was a small kid?”It could have been disastrous! If the slab had, for example, fallen on the head of a small child, it could have been fatal! To top it all, the gutter is almost 2 feet or more deep. Nobody except my friend noticed my plight that day. If it were a kid trapped under the broken slab inside the gutter, there is a very high probability that it could have gone unnoticed for hours and it could have been too late before help arrived. Now, THAT is scary! Isn't it?

BBMP's shoddy work and low quality slabs caused this to me. I would like some justice done with the persons responsible. Even some of the other slabs (not yet broken) have developed large cracks in them and it is only a matter of time before anyone else falls the same way.

It seems the project to repair the drains outside this park was done not too long ago according to BBMP's own site:

Thanks to Meera, of "Citizen Matters", for the link.

The project manager and others involved in this project must be brought to task. God knows how much percentage of the project cost these people have swallowed.

This injury had me spending on medication which I wasn't planning for. And besides, I am still not completely healed. There's still slight numbness and pain even after 2 weeks. BBMP should pay for all the pain, agony and suffering caused by their apathy! 

Monday, March 28, 2011

eMBA, High School re-union, Gadgetize – Whatte weekend!

Disclaimer: This is more of a journal entry for me to remember this weekend. I’m just listing out the events. Don’t complain that it is boring and that I hadn’t warned you. Although, it has some pretty interesting links. Check them out and let me know if any of it interests you too.

“Oh you have an MBA? In that case, I’ll just show you how to do it!”

It all started with an SMS inviting me to attend a conference on eMBA (conducted by silicon India). I attended it and learnt about executive MBA programs that are on offer, their merits and comparisons with regular MBA programs and what is in it for me. Although the program on the whole was conducted a bit shabbily (It being a whole day program, expected the organizers to have some food arranged but to my disappointment, they hadn’t) I got to learn something from it.

This was followed by the high school re-union that I had organized for my school batch-mates. This happening 10 years after we had passed out from school had created a huge excitement in everyone and it turned out to be a memorable evening to be cherished for a long long time.


 Next morning involved attending the Bangalore classic scooter club’s scooter rally which I was attending after a hiatus of over six months. So, naturally, I was excited. For those who didn’t know – Yes, I’m a scooter fanatic and I’m part of the Bangalore classic scooter club involved in the noble cause of SoS – “Save our scooters” campaign. More info about the rally can be found here. If you are already on Team-BHP, check out this thread.

That same evening was a more happening event called “Gadgetize”, organized by @tsuvik and @hnprashanth. Although this time around, this event was sponsored by Dell, the format was so informal without any agenda that we had an Amazing setting, Amazing Coffee, Amazing conversations with some amazing people. Had a great time with fellow geeks of Bangalore. It was at “Matteo Coffea” on Church street. Check it out if you are heading that way. A mesmerizing place.

I must admit. I had the one of the most eventful weekend of my life.
What was your most eventful weekend? What did it involve? Let me know.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Google Person Finder for Japan Earthquake/Tsunami

The Google Person Finder for Japan Earthquake / Tsunami currently lets you report the wherabouts of missing people affected by the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, it subsequently lets you search through records as well.

If you have information about someone affected by the Japan earthquake, you can provide information about that person in Google's Person Finder app. The app is available in Japanese as well.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Typing accented letters in Windows

While on Windows Operating System, the use of the following key combinations help in typing the corresponding accented letters on any application, including the browser.

Windows Alt Codes:

Capital Vowels

Lowercase Vowels

Consonants/Punctuation À ALT+0192 à ALT+0224 Ç ALT+0199 (caps) Â ALT+0194 â ALT+0226 ç ALT+0231 (lower) Ä ALT+0196 ä ALT+0228 « ALT+0171 (Left Angle Quote) È ALT+0200 è ALT+0232 » ALT+0187 (Right Angle Quote) É ALT+0201 é ALT+0233
€ ALT+0128 Ê ALT+0202 ê ALT+0234 Ë ALT+0203 ë ALT+0235 Î ALT+0206 î ALT+0238 Ï ALT+0207 ï ALT+0239 Ô ALT+0212 ô ALT+0244 Œ ALT+0140 œ ALT+0156 Ù ALT+0217 ù ALT+0249 Û ALT+0219 û ALT+0251 Ü ALT+0220 ü ALT+0252 Ÿ ALT+0159 ÿ ALT+0255

Note: The numbers have to be pressed in quick succession and using the "NUM" keypad while holding the "ALT" key. This does no work with the number keys above the regular letters on the keyboard.

A very useful Glossary courtesy: Penn State University

Many more such shortcuts found at this page.

Image courtesy:

Sunday, February 20, 2011

The cycle of life - My love affair with the bicycle- Part 2


There must be a time in life of everyone where they've lost their bike. Surprisingly, it never happened to me. I don't know if it is because of the paranoid me that I am or what but I always took all precautions to safeguard my bike against theft.

Despite all this, a day came when I had graduated into studying Engineering at a college that was 20 KM away from home and I could no longer use my bicycle. Theoretically, I could have but then I was no Hercules (Good pun eh). Practically, it made more sense to use the... the dreaded.. Bangalore's Public transport. Once I started using the buses, though, it wasn't as bad. Perhaps I had gotten used to it. Time flew by and my Mom realised that I was no longer using my bicycle. Not even touching it. It was just gathering dust and was, in my Mom's words - "a criminal waste of space in the house." So, she decided to sell it off. And all this happened without my consent, when I was at college. She not only sold MY bike off but also my dad's. And what did she get for it? She got ripped off by some thugs who paid only half and to pay the rest a little later, but never did.

When I reached back home, I was shocked to realise that I've lost my love. The two bikes were no more my property. No more little scoots around the neighbourhood, no more fixing a flat tyre, no more chain grease all over my pants and no more joy-rides. That was a sad day. I still keep scolding my mother if ever she brings up the topic of bicycles.

My dream now, is to get a bike with all the bells and whistles that I always wanted. A 21 speed gear shifter, disc-brakes, alloy wheels, and the part that hurts the most (literally) - a custom made saddle for my Bum.

I've seen a lot of these on road these days but cost more than any standard 100cc motorcycle does. Phew! The prices almost make me faint. And I have no Idea how people, who have it, have it. Is it worth paying almost 30K for a bicycle? What do YOU think? oh loyal reader of my blog.

Recently, to my relief, I've seen a few Hercules' bicycle ads that are bringing bikes with all the features that I mentioned, called the "Roadeo" for under 10K. That is great, indeed. Still nothing comparable to the 1600 rupees that I paid for my Hero ranger in 1994. Well, times have changed, steel prices have sky-rocketed owing to the Olympics in China. And then there is the other major villain called "Inflation" whom our Government is portraying a picture of trying to control it but proving to be terribly lousy at it.

If there are any generous souls out there reading this obscure post of mine, a kind request to you - if you have any bike that has gears and all that jazz and you are no longer using it, please donate it to me. Don't let it go to dust.

With that, hopefully, in some months (or years), I would possess my love back. The recently held BSA cyclothon has renewed my interest in cycling and was one of the main reasons for getting my lazy ass to get up from bed and make this post early Sunday morning. So, Thank you BSA cyclothon, although you are long over and I did not participate. I would love to participate in the next year's edition. By the time which I hope to have bought a good bike.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

The cycle of life - My love affair with the bicycle- Part 1

My story begins with not a bicycle but a Tricycle. Yes, the one that had three wheels. No, I'm not talking about NOW. This was the beginning of my love affair for anything with wheels.

Although my memory of those days on the trike are hazy, some incidents are vividly engraved, like the memory of I going round and round in my small compound of my middle-class home (surprisingly, in which I still live in. Surprising because I always thought I'd have to move to another place or even another city once I get a job, anyways, that topic's for another day) without a care in the world! Aaah... Miss those days.

Then came the bicycle when I was in the 1st standard. Complete with a Banana seat, a set of training wheels and painted with a dual tone of bright red and white, it stole my imagination. This was the first cycle on which I learnt to ride a two-wheeler. This was bought from Vellore and was transported all the way to Bangalore, after my holidays got over and I had to return. I very vividly remember the back alleys of this small town in which my Uncle lived until (until a few years ago) where I used to practice on this cycle with training wheels on.

Even today, it is hilarious, when I run the film in my mind, of how my uncles, aunts, grandma, mom, everyone used to run behind me when I first took of those training wheels, to prevent me from falling. To the best of my memory, ironically, I never remember falling while trying to learn but remember a lot of accidents after I had finished learning. This bicycle was probably my only "grand" birthday gift ever! Sorry, Mom & Dad, if you remember giving me anything else, but my memory fails me.

Usually, most of my gifts were from my uncle. He used to travel to Bangalore and surprise me every single time. I used to always look forward to the holidays to go visit him or keep secretly wishing for him to visit us so that I can get all the things I want. Mom & Dad were usually strict about what they bought for me. Uncle was far more lenient. And at the time, he able to afford to buy new stuff, made it even more fun for all of us.

My next Bicycle, you guessed it right, was gifted to me, again, by my uncle. This time, it was the real deal. The full-size, Black & yellow, "Hero Ranger". Although I had practiced riding my Dad's full sized cycle - the Hero classic, this one really blew my mind. I had specially requested for the brake guards, stickers, electronic horn (which some A hole, later stole), a water bottle holder. The only thing missing, in hind-sight is multiple gears, which wasn't very common at the time. Nevertheless, this became my only medium of transport around town. I never left home without it. Whether it be to school, to go out shopping, attend events, though, not many at the time, as I was just a kid, or even to the corner tuck shop very near home, I used my beloved bicycle.

Then came the time when I finished school and had graduated to PU college which was 7KM from my house. Thanks to the pathetic state of public transport, after only a couple of days of travel by buses to college, I was fed-up with it. I had to go in the opposite direction to my college in order to reach the terminus and change buses to go back to college. It was SICKENING!

Then I took the bicycle again. Very loyally, it came to my rescue. My one hour commute reduced to just 20 minutes and in the process, the obese me turned into a taller, fitter me. And then, I lost my bicycle...

Stay tuned for Part 2!