Showing posts with label Random Ramblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random Ramblings. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Friendship Paradox

Recently I have had good reason to think about why I have the friends I have. I mean, I am not really a social person. I can't stand most people I meet. Well thats an extreme reaction. Let me rephrase. I don't like most of the people I meet.

Even worse, most of the people I meet don't like me. Yeah big surprise isn't it :) But the point is, I really like my friends. Yes there are a few people who for various reasons do not pretend to not know me anymore. God bless them!

So in my endeavour to figure out where my friends would land in a Venn diagram I headed over to Graph Jam. And the following is the result...



So now we see, its a very narrow band of people I can be friends with. Which means my friends are a very limited resource. Limited resources by definition become very valuable :)
So to all my friends, you know who you are, wherever you might be, if you ever do come across this post, Thank You! for being there for me!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

TV Or Not TV, That Is The Question!

















This post is dedicated to my friend, and fellow MICAn, ChUcK, for having just gotten into Nautanki TV :) Congrats Bro!



The Indian TV audience has been evolving steadily. This is a fact. Just ask Ekta Kapoor. Personally I think its reached a plateau and the “formula” needs to
be reinvented. There is only so much of Saas-Bahu drama that can be digested, don't you think? Maybe we should go the Obama way and tell the content/creative heads that its time for a change.


Let us examine what comes on the menu.







Saas bahu serials


When cable TV came into India, they did not have much idea what to do in the early days. Initially, they had song and dance shows like Chitrahaar. Then came serials. Then came Ms. Ekta Kapoor, daughter of the erstwhile Jumping Jack of Bollywood movies, and she hit upon the jackpot- in the form of Saas Bahu serials. Now, Ekta means unity, but her saas-bahu serials have actually caused disunity in many families which have been avid watchers of such serials.



Quiz shows


Then came quiz shows. These quiz shows, hosted by celebrity actors,would reward participants who could reach the hot seat. Of course, reaching the hot seat by dialling the given numbers was tougher than the tasks that mythological heroes were called upon to perform in the past. These quiz shows in turn were often used to launch new saas bahu serials which followed just after the quiz show.




Reality shows


Now, these channels have hit upon another formula. It is called "reality shows". In these shows,people typically sing and/or dance,and their performances are judged by celebrity judges. After their performance, judges give them marks. A few participants, getting the least marks get
eliminated. Not just the judges, public is also asked to judge the fate of the participants. After the performance, the participants have a message for the audience in which they request the audience to vote for them through SMS.


The presenter of the show takes a sadistic pleasure in announcing which participants are in the danger zone, and then with great fanfare and melodrama that the eliminated participant is thrown out of the contest.




Dissenting Participants/Judges


Often, some participants who get poor marks allege foul play and stage a walk out. Not just that, sometimes, one of the celebrity judges also alleges foul play when his favourite participant gets
eliminated, and he too stages a walk out.




Vote through SMS

And there are a huge number of audience who enjoy watching these "reality" shows, but the people who really enjoy it the most are the serial makers and the mobile companies, who roll in megabucks through the millions of SMSes that the public sends to vote for their favourite participants. The revenue thus generated in a matter of hours is easily more than what the sponsors of these serials pour into the coffers of these serial makers.




The Formula






Getting back to the formula, it seems, the content/ programming departments at all major channels are headed by a bunch of clones. One brave soul decides to venture out and do something original. And it clicks with the audience. What do the rival channels do? Copy it of course. Hey, if its a good idea why let it go to waste just because you didn't think of it first?


The formula basically works like this.


1. Find a show that is a hit. Either on rival channels or even from other countries.


2. Adapt it superficially to suit Indian audiences. My economics Prof called this “apple polishing”.



3. Promote it in other shows and prepare a media glitz for the launch.



4. Get well known faces into it.


5. Broadcast it to the gullible audience who will then ooh & aah over it.




The Recipe


So how does a new channel that is not a news channel launch itself into the already cluttered scene. Simple apply formula and do some borrowing/ stealing from the rival channels programme list. It would go something like this.


1. Take 2 daily soaps. Have fresh faces in one and already familiar faces in the other. Broadcast 5 days a week from Monday to Friday before and during prime time slots. For best results repeat broadcast next day afternoon. Recommend Ekta Kapoor's. For added flavour, celebrity
appearances by actors.


2. Add 1 reality show every 3 months. Must have celebrity judges and/or participants. To
increase viewership, garnish with controversy when public interest is simmering. Recommend using Rakhi Sawant or Rahul Mahajan.


3. Spice it up with a talk/chat show with a host who is not afraid to make an ass of him/herself. B-grade actors-turned-politicians recommended.


4. For the weekends, replace prime-time and afternoon soaps with the latest movies that people are either too lazy to go to the theater to watch, or are waiting for some channel to air it.
5. Alternatively picking up whatever other channels didn't pick up could work.


6. Festive garnishing is theme based. Patriotic movies for Jan 26th and Aug 15th recommended. And no, Deshdrohi doesn't count unless you are a Bhojpuri channel.


7. A major awards ceremony is a must. Even if it is just reruns from the previous years. A fashion show if you can fit it in.






Serves:




















1 to how-many-ever-people-there-are-in-your-family and the dog. Or cat. Or Cow.




Add masala to taste.


And if you think you have a better recipe, or formula please leave a comment to let me know.


And if you think you have a better script, call Balaji Telefilms.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The Wonder Years

As yet another year is drawing to an end; I was talking to my friends about childhood memories. We talked about the things we did, the kids we hung out with, the trouble we got into (some more than others), and the games we played.

And, over the past few days, it got me feeling just a bit nostalgic, remembering the good times, the great times, as I grew up. And, it also got me thinking how some things were just simpler then, and that sometimes the progress we seem to have made has been just for the sake of moving forward when we had some pretty awesome things back in my day (yes, I realize I am old with that phrase) that stand up over the course of history. 

It is amazing where we have gone with video games over the past 30 years or so. Today, you have gaming consoles that react based on your own movements and actions. You also have incredible graphics and storylines, things that were not able to be done on such a level all those years ago. And my personal favourite, Haptic Feedback :) It rocks!

However, some of them just lack the simple nature to hold your interest and entertain you. And, for the amount of money being put into some of them, it is astounding that such aspects would be overlooked.

I remember getting out of school and heading to the playground to play with my friends, choosing sides for some cricket, a little football, or maybe basketball. I remember the sound and pattern of a car alarm when you hit someone’s car by accident, scurrying away, leaving your ball behind, and waiting it out until they either turned it off or it ran its course. At that age, your ball was worth losing if it meant not getting in trouble. I remember getting yelled at for playing in front of some people’s houses, because our sixers were over their second windows, and we kept coming up just a bit short. I remember waiting for it to get darker,or for the power cuts, so we could organize a game of Eye-spy, making sure to specify the rule of no hiding in houses or on the roof, or else someone would try hiding on the sun-shade(you’d be surprised just how dumb some kids can be at that age).

I also remember the sound of the ice cream vendor - in my case, it was Kwality, before it was Kwality-Walls, and getting a choco-bar, or a cone, or a Rainbow ice-cream that was guaranteed to make a multi-coloured mess on your face. My personal favourite remains to this day, an ice-cream sandwich. For 5 bucks we used to get a decent slab of vanilla ice-cream between 2 chocolate flavoured biscuits. It was yumm!!!

My friend reminisced that he played some strange mix of Jurassic Park and Hide-and-seek, where he played a raptor with T-Rex vision, from his description. And, unfortunately, as we grow older, we lose some of that creativity and imagination, because, to keep it up as an adult would mean a trip to the psych ward with some padded walls. However, we can keep it alive in our minds, reminiscing about those times. 

I am sure there are plenty of theme songs, be it from cartoons you watched on Saturday morning or afterschool during the week. Even as I take a stroll through Landmark, Central, or Odyssey every once in awhile, there are just too many options. How many Batman figures does one really need? You’ve got Batman, Batman with the Kung-Fu grip, glow-in-the-dark Batman, Batman with the removable mask and cape so he’s really Bruce Wayne etc. There are too many special lines that it makes it nearly impossible for a kid to maintain any type of collection. As a kid, I had G.I. Joe figures. I also had He-Man and the Masters of the Universe. Later, there would be Power Rangers, which I thought were kinda lame, and Pogs, which I thought were pointless. I also never got Pokemon or Magic: The Gathering, but they were struck way too late for me anyway, when I just didn’t see anything new measuring up to the toys of my youth. I am sure the toys of today can do all kinds of things that my toys couldn’t. And while that is pretty cool as far as technological advances are concerned, it limits your imagination. I don’t want my action figures’ weapons to make noises. I want to make those noises myself. I don’t want them to have action poses or movements. I want to position them to do those very things myself. There is something lost in the ability of those toys to do everything for you. 

Remain young at heart, because as we get older, we are in jeopardy of losing the ability to be a kid at times. Life toughens you. Stress, work, bills, etc. all play a factor in having to be a grown-up and killing away some of your childlike qualities. So, every once in awhile, bust out with Monopoly/Business or Snakes & Ladders to keep it alive. There’s nothing wrong with taking out some of your old toys and staging massive battles or fights among the different sides. For the ladies, feel free to host tea parties for your Barbie dolls or your massive amounts of stuffed animals. Anyone visiting at the time might think you’re a bit crazy, but at least you’ll be having some fun for yourself, remembering those good times, when life was so much simpler, and sometimes just easier. 

And have a Happy New Year!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Pillow fighting

Pillow fighting is the deplorable act of two or more pillows attacking each other in an often violent fashion. These acts can range in intensity from minor bar fights to full scale turf wars, and are heavily frowned upon by the world community as a whole.

For many, the realization that pillows — often depicted as soft, cuddly, and even submissive to the human head — have such violent tendencies can shatter their entire world perspective. If one cannot trust his own pillow, who can one trust?

History

Most experts agree: Pillow fighting has been around since the dawn of pillows, or at least the early morning. Though artworks since the dawn of civilization hint of pillow fights, no one can pin down the exact moment altercations have begun.

"Brawling with each other seems to be built into the genetic code of these pillows," says scientist Harvey Von Braun, "Using goose feather dating, we can pinpoint a mutation in the genetics of the Downus genus of pillows all the way back to the very first human civilizations."

The human element, as always, has only increased tension. Instead of allowing their negative energy to healthily flow out by beating the stuffing out of their brothers, they have instead been domesticated. Yet few people are aware of the boiling rage hidden just beneath the cover they lay their heads on every night.

Why they fight

It is not fully known to us humans why our pillow brethren partake in such violent activities with members of their own species. However, many theories are circulating as to why they do, most profoundly one which relates to a human flaw as well: ethnocentrism.

How these pillows view themselves to be greater than different pillows is unknown, though further corollaries have been produced. Qualities and characteristics such as color, variations in covers, manufacturers, and feather type have been hypothesized as possible "races" or "ethnicities" by today's leading pillologists.

Still, this theory has yet to become fully accepted by scientists. Most biologists agree that genetics is entirely to blame for the violent outbursts.

"Everything is controlled by genetics," explains one biologist. "The sort of tea you like in the morning, that's genetics. If you're a criminal, it's not your fault, it's just genetics. In fact, we've recently uncovered a gene that determines the precise brand of toothpaste you are most likely to buy in your later years."

When asked what progress has been made in the biological causes of pillow fighting, the biologist responded that biology has more pressing matters and cannot be bothered with such trivial items as pillows. He was reportedly caught in the crossfire of a serious pillow fight mere weeks later over who got the top bunk.

Notable pillow fights

The Serengeti

The earliest pillow fight in recent history was between an ostrich feather throw and a cotton-stuffed black velvet bed pillow. The fight took place in 1845 in the Serengeti, supposedly after the British man who owned the black velvet pillow allowed it roam around a while. This was a very foolish move, as time has proved over and over that any pillow with the will to fight and the freedom to roam unchecked will go searching for trouble.

Unbeknownst to the escaping pillow or the Brit, a tribe of Zulus had surrounded the camp. The chieftain saw the escaping pillow and inspiration struck him. He loosed the tribe's personal pillow after the black velvet one. The black velvet pillow was looming threateningly over an anthill when it spied the ostrich feather throw. It immediately lunged at the Zulu pillow, but the throw dodged. The ostrich-feather throw struck with a spear and gutted the hapless black velvet pillow, emerging victorious.

The chieftain, having seen the battle, took it for a good omen and opened an attack on the whites. They killed everyone in the camp, and the tribe lived in peace until the Brits returned, this time with guns.

Tasselsippi Burning

In December 1957, a pillow fight that would give solid evidence for the Modern Pillocentrism Theory took place. This date was when Strings 'n' Things opened a new throw-pillow factory on top of Polonium Hills Cemetery, a now defunct Native American burial ground and toxic waste dump, next to a slow community of comforters. The very next month, January 1958, the first recorded pillow murder was, well, recorded. The discovery of an unidentified paisley cotton-stuffed throw pillow led to the arrest of cotton-stuffed Michael Drigg for murder in the first degree. According to the police, it wasn't just some hit-and-run, but a full frontal pillow fight.

"There are obvious signs of a pillow fight. A line of guts went on for almost a whole block," said detective Forrest Driver, "there were buttons and string and even cotton splayed all across the sidewalk, like a gruesome tapestry. It was very uncomfortable."

Up until this point, there were no historical signs of cotton-on-cotton warfare, but revolutionary scientist Hawthorn Stratsborough proposed the idea that there was more to pillow fighting than just stuffing. The killer Michael Drigg admitted the fact that his community wasn't accustomed to the presence of "those damn tasslers" so he and a few of his friends beat the throw pillow to death. A whole new field of research was opened, and a whole field of social interaction between pillows was closed.

"We can't trust these pillows to live near each other knowing they're just going to fight. Needless to say, this was the case of the century. Nothing of this much importance has ever gone down in history before," continued Forrest Driver. The interviewer, tiring rapidly of Driver's attempts at humour, promptly beat him to a bloody pulp.

Pro-Pillow Fighting

Some humans, known as Feather Flyers, have taken pro-pillow fighting stances. They are heavily ridiculed and chastised for doing so, some going so far to say that they have sold their souls to Satan himself. Satan, however, during an interview, claimed that he is not even in support of pillow fighting.

Feather Flyers range from seedy pillow harvesters who sell them for sport or feather harvesting, managers of underground pillow fighting rings and cash fights, down to simple fight sympathizers or aiders.

Pillboxes

Feather Flyers and belligerent pillows have been collaborating with each other in underground Pillow Fighting clubs, also known as pillboxes for the last few years. In these clubs, small stakes pillow fights have been held and organized by humans and pillows alike, and on some occasions pillboxes were used as facilities for planning larger scale fights or protests.

"These pillows honestly believe that they have a right to harm each other," says Nobel Peace Prize winner and polka-dotted pleather pillow Paul Pussitio, "It just makes me want to push my feathers out of all my little holes at once."

Paul wrote a bestselling novel based on his first-hand experiences going undercover in pillboxes, and can provide the most accurate testimony on the situation:

My first time in a pillbox began as usual, they started off by the customary reading of the rules. You don't talk about pillow fighting, you don't talk about pillow fighting, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. However, once the battles began, my innards turned straight to stone from gruesome astonishment.

Goaded on by the roars of the crowd around them, [the pillows] circled around each other, tightening, coming ever closer. My eyes drifted onto the audience as I tried, desperately, to keep watching the tragedy unfolding before me. The lot of them looked on with hungry eyes, and I noted, with a sinking of my heart, that these were hardly the evil-looking men I had expected.

They were like pillows themselves — soft, innocent, some even beautiful. I could only surmise that it was a tragedy both of the human and pillow condition that looks can be terribly deceiving. These men and women could have been anyone. It was hardly a stretch of the imagination to picture them sitting at a monotonous desk job. My eyes flew back to the circling pillows, and I felt a sudden surge of pity. These were young pillows with their whole lives ahead of them. They should be resting on a couch somewhere, warmed by a pleasant sunbeam, or lying on a bed awaiting the return of their owner and the warmth of his head.

Recruited for the sick purposes of entertainment, they were trapped now, blindly following the crowd's chants in the heat of battle. Then, from the mass of the unfeeling mob came a single pillow, a mere child, not even with a fully developed stuffing interior. He flew and met his fate in the ring, smacking against one of the two monsters, and enraging him all the more. On that spot, he died in a cloud of stuffing, and the crowd cheered, cheered a sickening cheer that reverberated through my feathers and made my cover quiver with fear and hatred.

One of the fights stuck out in my mind, particularly, for it was one of the few with incorporated the use of a human familiar. Three seriously messed up triplets insisted on paying extra admission in order to get a bunch of Feather Flyers to swing them around at each other by the balls. It was horrific not just in content, but also because they were enjoying it, like they were as retarded as the Hanson brothers.

It was then that the true horror of the situation captivated me. It was then that I knew the world would not only be enraged by this account, it would also leave them hopelessly confused if I put in enough pretty words. It was then that I discovered, this would make damn fine novel material.

Civil rights movement

In order to keep pillows of different ethnicities apart following the Tasselsippi affair, a controversial set of "Linen Crow" laws were put into effect by human governments across the globe. Almost immediately, pillows still in touch with their id began speaking out in protest. Upon realizing they could not hold up protest signs or form a proper crowd without being trod upon, the pillows' civil rights movement experienced a minor setback.

The council of protest leaders considered using unorthodox tactics, such as hiring mercenaries of the knitting and sewing profession to make battle-ready Frankensteins. This idea was quickly shot down when the council didn't agree upon whether it should be in the style of Mary Shelley's book or the movie. After the ensuing pillow fight, a new council had been chosen to discover new methods of protests, only to have the same process of "debate into fight" occur every time. In fact, the 22nd council of '98 lasted only 4 minutes after drunk and bitter Wally Huffaguss got especially angry over Vinny Toussant's unkempt looks and piano key tie.

Reaction

Steps have been taken in order to stop pillow fighting all around the globe. People have acted in a variety of ways, such as advocating sterner feather regulations, or more radical ideas such as trying to get pillow factories shut down. The owners of Bed Bath and Beyond have been shocked at the latter proposition, and have been up at arms to date.

"'Bath and Beyond' simply just doesn't have the same ring to it," says manager Washington Irving, "so what if a few nasty pillows are stirring up problems, the majority of them are still good, aren't they? I assure you, we only manufacture and distribute pillows of the highest moral quality."

Nevertheless, pillow fighting remains a highly controversial topic. Several pillow-burning demonstrations have already been organized, yet as was soon discovered, this turns the pillows into angry fireballs, unleashing massive amounts of destruction. It looks as if pillow fighting is stubbornly staying put, its arms folded and lower lip protruding, whether the population likes it or not.

Notes

  1. It is speculated that the advanced Mayan civilization collapsed in the year of 879 AD in part to a colossal battle between two of their mega-pillows, Xyquathalus and Quezilo; a similar event was believed to have happened in Babylonia. Since then, people had stopped making 150 foot tall pillows made entirely of stone and iron for use in public sleeperies (the practice of sleeperies died out not too soon after).
  2. Also known by his notoriously appropriate nickname The Polka-Dotted Pleather Pussy.
  3. The prior contained a conscious and intellectual freak of nature capable of questioning the morality of its own existence. The latter, similarly, starred Boris Karloff.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Volcanoes

Volcanoes are large bulges in the earth's crust where the very ground itself opens in a melodramatic burst of annoying lava and ash. In other words, they are like mountains, but scientists like to talk about them. This is because the volcanoes are annoying little attention whores.

Although most people try to simply ignore them, their frequent eruptions make this very difficult. As they spew forth their fiery magma, they claim it is a "cry for attention." In actuality, some volcanoes really do just want to be loved. Most, however, are only following an annoying trend laid down by their forefathers, the mighty attention-whoring volcanoes of old.

Formation

Volcanoes are often formed where two plates of crust decide that they don't love each other anymore, and move apart. They can also be formed when the two plates get into a fight, and charge at each other with blind ferocity, often as quickly as two inches-per-year. If the new bulge of ground that they form is unstable, perhaps due to low self-esteem or bad grades in school, it can erupt its vast reservoir of emotions, or "magma." When this happens, a volcano has formed. Some will continue to erupt sporadically for the duration of their lifetimes. Others, meanwhile, will simply wonder what the hell they were thinking and move on.

Sometimes, when several volcanoes are formed in an area, they will get together and form a band, or "chain" of volcanoes. A prime example of this is the Hawaiian Island chain. At first, they felt they needed each other's support. Now, they feel like they need the entire world's. To remedy this, they erupt often, and each year thousands of annoyed tourists flock to the islands to tell them off.

History

Throughout history, volcanoes have erupted, and pissed off those that did not expect it. When Mt Vesuvius erupted over Pompeii in AD 79, numerous Roman officials attempted to crucify the mountain. When unsuccessful, they instead had a local town crier climb it and give it a "stern talking to." This town crier, as well as several officials who escorted him up the mountain, were soon engulfed by flames as it erupted again.

Much more recently in 1980, Mount St. Helens, of WA, USA erupted in a fiery cloud of ash and toxic gas. Its excuse? Nobody had climbed it in a few days, and it got lonely. 57 people died in this eruption. According to the governor of WA, the state will soon embark on a large project to have the volcano "decommissioned." They will use a complex psychoanalysis program to assess the psychological reasons for the mountain's unhappiness, and will attempt to solve the problem with words. Although the project will cost large sums of money, the governor feels that action must be taken, even if it is an inanimate object.

Dormancy and Violence

Although most volcanoes are content to merely whittle away their incredibly long lives whoring peoples' attention spans, some will eventually become "tired of being sad all the time". These volcanoes are usually so tired that they become dormant, and are content to simply "move on", and go the rest of their life without a single outburst.

In other instances, however, the volcanoes are unable to cease whining. They allow inner pressure to blast off large chunks of their sides, just so they can get a little magma to escape. Most volcanoes claim that "the pain on the outside is nothing compared to the pain on the inside" but this is generally accepted as crap. It gets to the point where the mountains have a physical addiction to erupting, and actually continue to do so until they either run out of magma or blow themselves into oblivion.

What YOU can do to help

I bet it seems just awful to you, the reader, this whole volcano issue. The trouble is, it's a vicious cycle. They're volcanoes because nobody likes them, and nobody likes them because they're volcanoes. But you, yes, you can help. Just do the world this one favor. If you see a volcano, don't taunt it. You'll get nowhere, and it'll probably just get mad and char you to a crisp with a million tons of fiery hot magma and bad poetry. Instead, just say "Hey volcano, thanks for not erupting today. I appreciate you saving your fiery explosion for one of my descendants." And isn't that really all we can ask for?