Luis Suarez "bite" is exploding out of proportion on social media. First and foremost if you are a grown ass man, who is being paid millions to play in the biggest sporting event of the planet at the expense of millions of peoples dinner. You must behave, that's the least you can expect. Zidane was taunted, at least he had an excuse. At least he didn't bite, did he now. 

So the question is who is Luis Suarez

1. He can be the grown up version of "wittle Charlie"

2. Hannibal Suarez

3. Ct. Dracula Suarez

4. Zombie Suarez

I commend you oh great professional. You are a model for every one to follow. You will always walk alone #LiverpoolFC

 

With the group stages coming to a close. The Instagram followers of Neymar to the Facebook likes on Bastian Schweinsteiger page sheds some light on the fans who scream at them whilst they peer through a TV screen. The screamers in question can fundamentally, well realistically, vaguely can be categorically divided into 4 humane types. I must assure you, even though they seem like the folks descended from a MTV music video set, they are unequivocally the aliens, sorry humans among us.

1. Club whore - This poor chap loves the nation which has the majority of the players which makes up their respective clubs. Support here is a very fragile word. It's more like they live for this club. They have Posters, Photos, Scarfs, Jerseys. You name it they have it, flaunt it and do all kinds of things with it. Traditionally either they will support England or they will support Spain.

2. The Brazilian - The man who shares old Brazilian plays on Facebook. Yes, you , that's right we know, we all know that guy. They come out, well they came out when this Goliath of a sporting event started. The fastidious fascination towards Brazil during the World Cup started for them well either because they know two Brazil player or may be 5 who are long retired and now are immensely fat. That they even look ridiculous in a animated TV commercial. Yes,you know what i'm talking about Adidas. 

Or They just don't know much about the game and just want to play it safe. Like people who you know, know nothing about soccer/football yet state that they support Manchester United. It's them lot.

3. Old School - The silent assassins as I like to call them. They don't like a nation or a club during the bikini clad, WAG infested fest i.e the World Cup. But they adore the game which is synchronously beautiful. Where every pass, every player run is a flowing river caressing its way through the mountains into a beautiful sea. These lads think like a coach, they read the game, yell at the game. Well they do that most of the time as the teams they support usually has ridiculously slow players like Andrea Pirlo, well basically the entire Italy team. Whatever they do, they love the philosophy, the logic, the strategy and equally the WAG's 

4. Swingers -  If you find them, slap them after you read this. Their apparent "favorite" team is literally the best team in every single group!. It's like choosing from the Justice league. Well, bad reference they have Batman. He's just better than the rest. I mustn't digress !. Swingers, yes swingers cheer for every team yet watch nothing. They read the scores, memorize the teams and make arguments based on stuff posted on goal.com. Yes, Goal.com. These lot are more interested in some guys hairstyle than the way he scores. They don't like Ribery, because he doesn't look like a male model. He's too bad ass for them. However, they like, love! Rooney. Who looks like Shrek. Strange but true, go ask a swinger. 

So where do you fall into ?

Until the next one, do not think about Harley Quinn 

Technology, we love it so much. It has reached a state that we want to wear it. From the smartphones that we stroke and seek the moment we wake up to the best travel companion that could exist the Kindle. Technology is all around us. Radical innovations and the Diffusion of Innovation theory has paved way for progressive thinkers in this world. From the Henry Ford's to the Pranav Mistry's the world of technology has evolved to address one and only question. To simplify utility.

The assembly lines, the Just in time operations, the smart phone, the sixth sense technology all help us simplify the mundane tasks which take up time. However, in recent times has innovations in utility really progressed at the rate it was once progressing.? the question has been haunting me from a few days now. The utility of a phone which emerged to become a handheld computer in all of us was dreamt by the great steve jobs. They say great minds think alike. However, what I feel is that great minds don't think but they visualize in models. Words convolute us pin us down to a constant but as a model, it is a flowing variable which metamorphosis's into any beautiful character you want connecting, considering any variable that determines the outputs. 

But technology which should be helping us in creating, visualizing these variables are instead creating a environment where in we ask and understand yet we don't remember or comprehend anything. As the data plan in my phone is the only thing that matters. None of us know how to read a map, none of us know how to do research without the help of the internet. With the advent of wearables and the radical innovations that are progressing. The beauty of hardships, of knowing, of hands on experiences are being lost. We have more charging cables than books. We have more apps than the words in our vocabulary. Is this progression? that might be subjective, are we loosing the beauty of simplicity in the quest for extremity? only time can tell. 

Until the next one, live small, think big.

We are so dependent yet so annoyed by it. The insatiable need to be connected at all irrelevant points of time is so critical for us, it is mindbogglingly baffling. However, my qualm or qualms are as long as the list of nerds whoring on Game of thrones.
The biggest annoying thing ever about the irreplaceable internet would be the irrelevant questions you need to answer when you are signing up for shit. I understand you need my name but why o why do I need to tell you what my mother's maiden name is. First of all why in the world will I know my mother's maiden name. It was so long ago that you have to go to the council to dig into the register.
Don't get me started on passwords, I have more passwords and pins in my head than things that actually matter in life. Sigh, may be the reason why I have the worst sense of direction known to man. Yes, it's that bad.

With the million pointless questions and the millionth password saved in. The next thing would be to sign in with the credentials you created, which are so unique that you forget every single time. The thing keeps on taunting by showing user name or password wrong. You either get frustrated or you end up clicking the sarcastic question which states forgot the password?. Humbly, disapprovingly you comply to the taunt and yet you don't get directed to a password change page, instead it starts to ask about your first school. Who in their right mind remembers the actual shit you entered the first time around. Somehow, you look past the passwords, pins, vehicle number plates, soccer player names and then you enter it. You rejoice. HAHA nope. your not done yet , now it gives you this mystified Prince of Persia text which makes no sense something like ApTnA 76Af and you have to enter it. Why do you want me to do that now ! why ! you take a minimum of two tries to do this or you just give up.

The swirly words the redundant questions and the captcha texts are not the things that piss me off, it is fundamentally the candy crush requests. People who created, who play, who think or even know about candy crush should be banned from the internet. They should be only allowed to use a typewriter. aaah typewriters and their ink smell. Beautiful times. I mustn't digress. yes, yes candy crush. People who don't text call or ping you, traditionally are the ones who send you this stupid, idiotic unassailable "request". It's not a request, its a plea a discerning plea towards the idiot in your bookface page. it's not the oil crisis or the dictators that will cause world war 3. It will be one from the lot who receive the idiotic requests. I hope and pray that Batman will one day show justice to the candy crushers of the universe.

Until, then dream and behave.

When I was wee little lad and I had to show up in to these strange houses, whom I had no one to interact. I used to imagine stories to amuse myself. My indefatigable cuteness would end up either people making me eat stuff or the annoying constant cheek pinches which used to occur every second of this agonizing hour.

Now the custom is you say hai, hello and even before you have memorized their name, you end up saying nice to meet you. I said Hai and you failed to pronounce my unhinged long name and my ridiculous of a nick name. But, yet you decided that it was a nice meeting. In what essence does this brief "moment" make it a nice meeting. In what universe was it nice. Oh how I digress.

Sincerely, unwholesomely what's with that ? But the annoying part while the wee lad was frantically pinched as a gesture of love was the search to find entertainment, while the grown ups went along with their grownupness.

Today, now, in this sparkly new age. You say hai, hello forget his name and after your "nice meeting", you wait in their sitting area, whilst they bring you a beverage or a new proud desert that they have prepared. As this agonizing "cold" time passes. You suddenly realize that you have a strong urge to pee like a horse. This strong urge and the beverage teamed together in minutes will result in the unequivocal question. The question at this point is obvious but you should pose that you are civil and not an inbred who doesn't know about contexts. You ask not for the directions to the loo, but for the direction to the rest room.

The kind guest, politely directs you to the restroom which in all its grandeur is plain simply cold and reeks of lady's hair products. Once you have relieved yourself , you take that long awkward walk to the living room. By then the grownupness has already started. The politics, the dad jokes and the restrospective view of literally everything has begun. The only thing you yearn for now is the elusive WI FI password.

But how do you ask for such an idiotic thing which implies that you don't care about this fastidious congregation. You pinch, stare and make faces with the kid on the other side and you finally take that leap after the longest 3 minutes of your entire life and you utter those shamefully awkward words. May i have your wifi password ?

In times like these, what you see is we seek engagement not in real people but with the one's dwelling inside our tablets, phones. People who are residing in a different time zone yet who engage in content which you love. Be it Football (Soccer), Formula 1 or plain life from your point of view. In essence, we all dream for this elusive wifi password to the world where we connect with those whom we "connect" holistically and unequivocally.

I hope you have found your password. Until the next episode of this thing , stay awesome people.

ನಾವು ಬನ್ಧೆವ ನಾವು ಬಂಧೆವ. ಕೆಲ್ಸಕ್ಕೆ  ಅಂತ ಬನ್ಧ್ವಿ ಚಿಕಾಗೊ ಗೆ. ಮುಂಡೆ ಮಗನ್ಧು ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಅಹಮದಾಬಾದ್ ಗೆ ಹೊಧಂಗೆ ಆಗಿಧೆ. wallmart  ಗೆ ಹೋಗು ಗುಜ್ಜುಸ್, ಸಬ್ವೇ ಗೆ ಹೋಗು ಗುಜ್ಜುಸ್. ಮನೆಗ್ ಬ ಗುಜ್ಜುಸ್.  ಕೆಮ್ಚೋ ಮಜಮ ಅನ್ಕೊಂಡು ಇಂಡಿಯನ್ ನ್ಯೂಸ್ ಚಾನೆಲ್ ಗಲ್ಲ್ನ ನೋಡ್ಕೊಂಡು indians ಜೊತೆ ನೆ ಇಧ್ ಕೊಂಡು ಯಾವಾಗಲು ಒಂಥರ ಇಂಡಿಯಾ ಧಲೇ ಇಧರೆ ಬಟ್ ಇಂಡಿಯಾ ಧಲಿ ಇಲಾ . ಹೈಟ್ಸ್ ಆಫ್ ವಿಚಿತ್ರ . 

ಅಧ್ ಹಾಳಾಗ್ ಹೋಗ್ಲಿ ಇಲೂ ದಿ ಲೆವೆಲ್ ಆಫ್ ಗುಜ್ಜು ತನ has ನಾಟ್ come down . ogattinali ಬಲವಿಧೆ ಅನೋಧು ಇಧಿಕ್ಕೆನೆಯಾ . ಯಾವ್ ಲೆವೆಲ್ ಗೆ India ಧಲೇ ಇದ್ಹಂಗೆ ಆಗ್ಥಿಧೆ ಅನ್ಧ್ರೆ ಒಂದ್ಹ್ ಹಂತಕ್ಕೆ ಮೆಂಟಲ್ ಆಗೊಧು ಬಾಕಿ. ಆಧರೆ ಸಾಂತ್ವನ ಎಲಿ ಸಿಗಥೆ ಅನ್ಧ್ರೆ ನಮ್ ಆಪಿಸ್ ನಾಗೆ. ಅವರಜ್ಜಿ ಪಿಂಡ ನಾಯಿ ತಿನ್ನ, people ಅರೆ ಬ್ಯೂಟಿಫುಲ್ over there . ಅಧ್ರು ಜೊತೆ ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋ ಧಾರಿ, even though its a bit far is deeply relaxing. ಸೈಕಲ್ ಹೊಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗ್ತಿನಿ ಅಲಿಗೆ ಹಿಂಗೈಥೆ trailu .

 ಅಪಿಸ್ ನಾಗೆ US ಅನ್ಸಥೆ. ಅಧ್ ಬಿಟ್ರೆ ನಮ್ ಅಪ್ಪ್ರಾನೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಅಹಮದಾಬಾದ್ ನಲಿ ಇದ್ಹಂಗೆ ಇದೆ ಇಲಿ. 

ನಮ್ಮೆನೆ ಲ್ಯಾಂಡ್ lordu ಒಬ್ವಿಒಸ್ಲಿ ಗುಜ್ಜು ಆಧರೆ ೨೦ ವರ್ಷ ಧಿನ್ಧ ಇಲೆ ಇಧ್ರು ಒಂದ್ಹ್ ಅಕ್ಷರ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಬರಕಿಲ , ಅಧ್ ಹೆಂಗೆ ಕಾನ್ಫಿಡೆನ್ಸ್ ಇರಥೊ ಜೀವನ ಸಾಗ್ಸಕ್ಕೆ ಇನ್ such a state is something highly admirable, yet deeply confusing.

ಅಧ್ ಏನೇ ಆಗ್ಲಿ ನಮಗೆ ಒಂದ್ಹ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಇಡಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದ್ಹ್ ಜಾಗ ಸಿಕಿಧೆ , ಕೆಲಸ ಬಾರಿ ಮಜಾ ಇದೆ, ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಒಂದ್ಹ್ ಎರಡ್ ಕಂಪನಿ ಗೆ ಸೈಡ್ ಅಲಿ consult ಬೇರೆ ಮಾಡ್ತ್ಹಿವ್ನಿ, I cannot complain. 

ಮುಂದಿನ ಅಮೆರಿಕದಲ್ಲಿ ಬ್ರಹ್ಮನ ನಮ್ಮ ಹುಲ್ಕ್ ಆಂಟಿ ಬೇಟಿ ಪ್ರಸಂಗದ ಕಥೆಗಳು 

Ok, I'm kinda messed up. I may have tried everything humanly possible. I have even let my "valued principles" down the drain. Yet, I can't fix the issue.

I had to attend a conference in Vegas. The NSSA conference, to be precise. It was not Hangover part 4 as I don't drink. It was more of a orange juice induced walk and gaukathon. Yeah, yeah I can go on and on about the place, the casinos, the lights and the award I won in the conference. However, that is futile as the pressing matter now is, I can't sleep.

When I say I can't sleep. I mean I can't sleep. It has been 3 days now, well before that it was two hours a night. To track back, my body clock is messed up thanks to the vicarious sleep patterns that were demanded by me in Vegas. I just can't get comfortable at night, you name it I have tried it now.

They said use vanilla essence, I did. They said work out alot, I did. I even consorted to medicine. Nothing, nada, zilch. The attempts haven't stopped there. I have even tried meditation, reading the gita and listening to mozart, vidyabhushan. You name it, I have tried it. 

However, this ridiculed delinquent state of mind has brought closer to something, I call positive time. The additional hours I have procured, whilst the whole world sleeps has helped me attempt things that I wouldn't have. Well, fundamentally because I wouldn't have time to do that. This made me think of what Albert Einstein says about Time. Well he states, time is an illusion. Since, I am not confined to this illusion anymore. It has changed me holistically, if one can attempt to put it that way. As an obsessively, introspective guy who has been fascinated on how systems work. What I could deduce was if we break or convince that as Einstein says Time is indeed an illusion. The possibilities are endless. However, the strangest thing is the amount of energy I still possess after not sleeping. I run 10 miles everyday, do all the work I usually do. Yet, I don't get tired. Sure, I look like an idiot. But, I have more time than anyone. I'm trying to learn languages, researching alot more and fascinatingly enough not getting bellowed by it. I don't know when this perspicacious episode will end or how it will end. But, I have sure learnt one important lesson. Time is what you make of it. Money doesn't matter, what only matters in life is knowledge. Knowledge to know that you can know at your expense and at a steady pace without constraints. Constraints of time, which one can imagine as an illusion and utilize it in the most imperative manner that one can. 

As they say Knowledge is power and time is an illusion. Makes you wonder, doesn't it.

Until the next one, May the Force be with you padawan.

I don't like horror movies. They made me watch not one, but two of them and it scared the crap out of me.

Screeching doors, screaming hot girls and the blood thumping sound effects made me hide behind my phone. That was all expected. What I really don't understand is why people in these movies stay and scream at the same thing again and again. If I saw some old lady walking around in my place a). I would pee my pants off b). I would get my posterior out of the house ASAP. That never happens in these movies. They hear a sound they don't go WTF was that !, instead the first thing they do is to go and have a look. You Idiots !! 

These people go and venture into the dark gloomy places and scream at stuff. What do you expect to find over there? a Unicorn? muggles , i tell you. But its not the badly made up ghosts that scared me , it was the thumping David Guetta bass that came on, every second. They'll be whispering and then "BOOM" and then they continue to whisper and pedantically go to check out the ghost . Huh ! what were you expecting  Scarlett Johanssen? . Wombles !. I'd like that , though :D 

What was even more hilarious was the excuse of a devil who was the main ghosty thingy. A latex suit and a rubber mask, that's the devil. I don't want to give the story away. But, you must watch it at night in full volume, just to thump to the bass and get whimsically abused by the ridiculousness of it all. 

Insidious 2 was no different, same mix of bass, idiocy , latex ghosts and bad makeup. But the thing became really scary when normal people were dressed in some vintage clothes and were powdered up to the extent to make them look as if they were related to Marilyn Manson. These relatives who did not sing nor made me think of "beautiful people" in essence brought the 8 year old girl out of me. Good god it was scary, the most significant of them all was the lady with the shotgun. She was smiling away in a plasticy way like how Angelina Jolie does. But, had a shotgun and smiled incessantly with a grin. There was no dialogues she just smiled and shot people. Trust me, you don't want to see that at 2 am. 

To bring me back to reality, we had to watch Croods afterwards. I was that shit scared. 

The strange thing is, well I say strange but its just scary. I saw a girl in Walmart, who looked exactly like the lady with the shotgun in Findlay, Ohio. I literally jumped when she said Hai, while me and my friend were browsing for some tablet cases. The lady with the shotgun is EVERYWHERE !!

In the next episode of Americadalli Brahmanna, the tale continuous in Las Vegas !, yes Las Vegas. I'm that fancy now :D .

Have you ever lived without something which you once took for granted?, it might sound profound and important. But, sometimes its the little things that you yearn for. This thin hyaapa from India had lived 8 months without tasting the spicy,juicy and smooth delicacy which my grandmother would pronounce as Bissbelle bath. I know its stupid to keep a dish which takes seconds to prepare close to your heart. But sometimes things which are strange haunt you as sometimes it is not luxury we crave for it is the dormancy. 

The hyaapa in this tale on his quest met the most genuine people he would ever come across in these vicarious times. The people whose generosity was as hospitable as the food that adhered to the tears of my stomach. The venue was an Indian Restaurant named Athithi, wherein I was reunited with an old foe whom I fought and devoured everyday in Nalpak in the most glorious of towns i.e Mysore. Oh the night was just starting as I sought my menu to seek what I yearned, Mysore Masala Dosa with some crispy, smooth red chutney. Oh how, the heart pounds when one thinks of the crispy, round smoothly cut Dosa wherein the aloo gravy rested in it's core like a baby in perfect harmony with its mother, combining to become one. 

This poor Brahmanna gorged and roared inside while his slant nose shined upon his new found friends. In the distance, the smell of the well blended, spiced and cooked Bissbelle bath winked in the distance at the bookha in me. Containing my excitement, I marched to join the queue. 

A plate full of bath and raitha set on my table, the wait began to be reunited with my long lost love, not the Dosa I devoured in Nalpak, but the Filter coffee I had like a retired banker reminiscing about his old days in Nalpak restaurant. The 16 rupees coffee is all that the heart commanded. The nostalgia kicked in while I sipped the frothy layer of milk on the perfectly blended decoction which was as smooth as silk which gave a feeling that I was back home, nestling in my sofa while m.s subbalaxmi's sumptuous voice commenced the day.

 In Chicago, with new found people whom I now cherish , I gleaned that day as I sipped my second cup of filter coffee after finishing my fourth Masala dosa. I was there but my heart was in Mysore with my dad and with that hymn. However, the very next night it would not be so hauntingly beautiful as the lady with the shotgun gleaned in the darkness to make me hide behind a pillow. The story about how I met the lady with a shotgun , in the next episode of Americadalli Brahmanna.

Chicago, kick ass architecture, great food and ridiculously windy weather. The time when my research saw the light of day. The most anticipated moment, months of work came to this day. Suited and prepared we went in the Palmer Hilton only to be belittled by our Professor's son. aah well, coffee and the urge to pee every 15 minutes thanks to the ridiculous amount of water we had consumed kept us busy. The first presentation got rave reviews and the wait continued for my presentation. The silk suit and the chilly windy weather did not bode well for the thin runner in me. Shivering away to glory we went to Pizaanos and here we met the most OCD'd waiter in the WORLD. The guy was so paranoid to do things properly he screwed up my order, as my non vegeterian friends gorged on their food. I incessantly shivered to the revolving door which was exactly opposite to where I was sitting.  The war between my gastric stomach and my shivering body began as i yearned for the Mark's special pizza. Finally, it came , well we thought it came but it was something else.

 However, I must digress as I was thinking at this point of time about the most weirdest presentation I had heard in my entire life. eh, it kinda makes sense now. But still the presentation about how world of warcraft mimics the international business market. Warcraft and marketing, how do people even conceptualize such notions is itself fascinating. While these presenters were presenting me and my friend were Googling stuff about what they were saying and what was freaking happening in front of us. While I reminisced with the growling stomach the OCD man beckoned with the most hauntingly beautiful pizza. At this point of time I was so tired from the acidity and the chill, we decided to pack the stuff up.  

Presentation time beckoned and the meager research I had done got rave reviews from the philosophers and the educators who were in the session. However, the presentation on the open source business solutions went well not because of work that went it to it. Because of the hungry desi in me who gorged 6 masala dosas and 4 idlis and some bisibelle baths aaand 2 filter coffees, the previous night. Tales of the hungry Desi in the next episode of Amercadalli Brahmanna