tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994Fri, 11 Sep 2026 06:14:47 +0000personalthoughtsliferandombloggingquotesRant Because I Cancross postnewsBooksarticlesmoviesIndiasalsawritingbusinesscross postingfunnyopinionrantsrelationshipstraveltravel-writertravel-writing2007Dubaibizarreblahcoolemotionsfoodmadridpeoplephotographyquestionquestionsvideo20083-monthsBollywoodEnglishFeatureGadlingHollywoodOprah WinfreyProcrastinationSpainSportStanfordSteve JobsTumblrVagabloggingWeb TVartistsbizzareblogging platformcareercase-studiescharitychillingcommentsconferenceconversationconversationscravingsdancingdatingdetaileatingeconomicsend of yearenvironmenteventsexperiementexperienceexpertfestivefilmfriendsgeekyhuman behaviourinformativeinnovationinspirationinternationalinterviewsjobsjournalismlearnings from the bigger worldliving abroadlovemake world bettermapmemenmierdamoneymovingmusicnet-watchnew technologyobservationparentspartyperspectivesphotophotojournalismpresentingproductprogramsrantreadersreviewridiculoussearchself-analysissex and the cityshoesshowsillysocial networkingspanishstoriesstrangetalkteaching Englishtechnologytravel-writing phasesupdateverbal diarhorreawebsiteswigswinterwisdomwomenwordsyear endEverything But NothingRants on anything and everything that takes my fancynoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)Blogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-3933316679860916225Fri, 05 Sep 2008 17:47:00 +00002008-09-05T10:52:28.331-07:00Moved!Finallllyyyyyyyyy to my OWN domain (and to <a href=")</a><br /><br /><a href="; (YAAAAAAAAY)<br /><br />Still work in progress, but this will be my new space from now on. I'm going to miss you blogspot :(<br /><br />You will see that my custom header kinda sucks. Need to fix that, and am requesting some designer friends to help out. If <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">you</span> are a designer and want to help design that space, write me!<br /><br />abha[dot]malpani[at]gmail.com<br />(Full credit will be given :)2008/09/moved.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-1344263314557542041Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:32:00 +00002008-09-04T09:59:14.793-07:00articlesBooksthoughtsIs the Western dating system flawed?<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a href=" href="; </a>from <a href=" Anita</a>, by Anita Jain: <blockquote>"<span style="font-family:georgia;">For years, I never questioned the Western dating system. The tenets on which it rests seemed perfectly sound: after meeting a man or woman through work or friends, one gets to know him or her, and if one likes what one sees, one continues to deepen the commitment, which sometimes leads to marriage. What surprises me now is how much this system leaves to chance encounter, to a kind of fate or fortune. For a decidedly unmystical society that seems to have the answer for everything else -- the best medical care, cutting-edge technology, superhighways, and space shuttles -- it seems odd that people are left to their own resources, casting around for another lonely soul, for what is arguably the most important decision of their lives."</span></blockquote><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" > <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;">Just for the record: </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"><span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;">I'm not reading this book and nor do I want to go to India to find myself a husband. I still believe in marrying for love (</span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"><span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;">if at all!)</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;">, or not. </span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My mum is thrilled that I read this piece and I think it's a thought provoking read. Marriage -- whether arranged or love, is a gamble. So I don't believe that you must get married for the sake of it and that in the long term you will be thankful, because marriage is not the foundation for your life, nor is it the solution to save you from a lonely existence. A good marriage or relationship should be a bonus in your life, which incase you don't have, you will still be fine. </span><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;" ><span><span style="font-family:times new roman,times,serif;"> </span></span></span> </p></span><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/09/is-western-dating-system-flawed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-146398013530823920Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:32:00 +00002008-09-02T01:43:05.657-07:00articlesbizarreSnails. On face. UGH.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241339261720547794" border="0" /></a>She broke the world record by having 25 snails crawl over her face. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.<br /><br />On a separate note, apparently the trail they leave has anti-aging substances so it's often used in creams. You could try this to get the real deal. :-)<br /><br />It's a great photo though. Full story <a href=" /><br />[Via <a href=" Boing</a>]<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/09/snails-on-face-ugh.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-6433067566048605085Thu, 28 Aug 2008 22:33:00 +00002008-08-28T15:34:35.067-07:00moviesthoughtsQuote for the day"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a starter home. Choose dental insurance, leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose your future. But why would anyone want to do a thing like that?" -- from the movie <a href=";.2008/08/quote-for-day_28.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-5631008699682817375Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:57:00 +00002008-08-28T06:43:50.836-07:00personalthoughtsThe weight of sign-offsI think when you write someone (a personal note), the way you sign-off says a lot. Just those few words before your name at the end of a note can change the whole tone of a message.<br /><br />There are some so neutral that I wonder why people bother writing them at all, like "Best", "Cheers" (I hate that one), "Regards".<br /><br />Then there are those that are friendly but still pretty neutral (however better than the above): "Take care", "See you soon", "Till later", "Stay in touch", in Spain "besos" (kisses), or "abrazo"(hug).<br /><br />Then there are the common but warm ones that no matter how unoriginal they are, it's just awesome when you read them at the end of a personal note: "Love", "Much love", "Lots of love", "I miss you", "Fondly", "Thinking of you", "Pxx", "Yours" -- one of my bosses when I wrote for <a href="; used to sign off with "Yours". Coming from a boss (who I'd never met), I first thought it was weird, but then I grew to like it and it opened my relationship with him. In Spain you have ones like "amor" (love) and "con cariño" (with affection). I'm not much of a romantic but I'm a sucker for warm sign offs.<br /><br />Then there are the creative ones -- which no matter what they mean, or are meant to mean -- are just awesome (well, most of them anyway). My brother signs off his emails to me "Lovelove" (I've stolen that from him and use it often too). There was a time in my life where I used to sign off "squillions of thoughts". Yeah...ugh. I think I also used to put a smiley face next to it. Super ugh, eh? (Oh do you know on my old passport my official signature has a smiley face under it? Omg. So embarrassing when I had to sign documents in the bank, or cheques, or anywhere.) Other ones like "missing you like madness"and "craving you" hit the spot but of course, they're very special sign offs.<br /><br />I have a co-worker who signs off "Chaufa". <span class="nfakPe">Chaufa</span> is chinese fried rice in South America, and since it sounds like "Ciao", a pretty novel way to sign off, I like it and use it often too.<br /><br />Lately I've been receiving emails from somebody who always signs off differently and like nothing I've received before. "Baisers" (best kisses in French?), "Inspiration 'n colors", "Tenderness 'n flavors". Yeah...oooooooooooooooo. I'm not thinking much of it but I think creative sign-offs are awesome, the more original, the better.<br /><br />Have any creative sign-offs to share?<br /><br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/weight-of-sign-offs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-8185991595732591851Wed, 27 Aug 2008 12:32:00 +00002008-08-27T05:35:12.329-07:00lifethoughtsAnother "life is short" reminderFrom <a href=";: "Dave Freeman, the co-author of <a href=" <em>Things to Do Before You Die: Travel Events You Just Can't Miss</em></a> unexpectedly died on August 17. He fell and hit his head in his own house. He was only 47."<br /><br />Crap. So sad.<br /><br />You can read the full post <a href=" /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/another-life-is-short-reminder.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-2097619620949914129Sun, 24 Aug 2008 14:54:00 +00002008-08-24T07:56:41.478-07:00quotesthoughtsQuote for the day"Procrastination isn't the problem, it's the solution. So procrastinate now, don't put it off."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-- Ellen DeGeneres<br /><br /></span>Yaay? :)<span style="font-style: italic;">2008/08/quote-for-day_24.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-783399521088461924Fri, 22 Aug 2008 09:39:00 +00002008-08-22T02:57:23.244-07:00lifenewsthoughtsLive. NOW.Two days ago, a Spanair flight from Madrid to the Canary Islands swerved off the runway, caught fire, and blew up. 153 of the 173 people on board died. I've covered most of the factual details on <a href="; and <a href=" /><br />I'm quite shaken from the news of this accident. I could have been on that flight, just as much as everyone else I know in the city. It puts back into perspective your life and how you're living it. And the wrenching thought that when it's your time to die, there is nothing you can do about it.<br /><br />As I wrote on PlanetEye: <span id="ctl07_ctl00_LabelFullDescription">One minute you are boarding a plane to go on vacation, the next minute your body is found burnt, bleeding and dead. Makes you think about your life and how you are living it. When people quote me "life is short", as much as I agree, the optimist that I am, I like to believe that life is long too...but perhaps I'm wrong.<br /><br />Conclusion: The only thing we have is Now. Now. Now. NOW.<br /><br />So guys, live and love. NOW.Don't wait till tomorrow. You might not have it.<br /><br /></span> <script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/live-now.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-142113651542417487Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:00:00 +00002008-08-20T08:18:47.086-07:00articlesBooksinspirationlife12-hours with Timothy Ferriss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619360103086738" border="0" /></a>The September issue of the <a href=" Men's Journal </a>runs a <a href=" story</a> on Timothy Ferriss, one of the most inspiring men I've come to know about lately. A must read when you have some time.<br /><br />I've read his book "<a href=" Work Week</a>", and was <a href=" away</a>. As I wrote on <a href=";: "For those not familiar with the book: it inspires you to be part of the “new rich” who work 4-hours a week, are independent of location, and earn enough money to do whatever they want to, e.g. travel the world, speak Chinese, etc. It shatters the notion of the conventional rich, who slog their whole life to earn mountains of money, only to retire old and unfit to do anything they wanted to. A BMW is bought with their hard-earned money, the rest of which stays in the bank as the owner wiles away his retirement vegetating and getting fat on some beach, on the road to ultimate boredom."<br /><br />A quote from the article in the Journal: "Nothing bothers me more than sloth. The objective is to fix mistakes of ambition and not make mistakes of sloth. I work my ass off." Read it!<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/12-hours-with-timothy-ferriss.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-3013776268338827306Wed, 20 Aug 2008 14:15:00 +00002008-08-20T07:19:29.654-07:00new technologysocial networkingwebsitesPlurk!?What, now "<a href="; is the thing to do? I can't keep up with all this new stuff! I'm just going to stick to <a href="; for now. Sigh.2008/08/plurk.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-2631527757248126519Tue, 19 Aug 2008 16:50:00 +00002008-08-19T10:14:37.768-07:00IndiainnovationnewsCondom ring tone: Seriously?2.5 million people in India suffer from HIV/Aids; using a condom is taboo (I didn't know that -- I thought it was the lack of sex education that was the main cause). Anyway, what's a good way to spread awareness? A ringtone that sings "condom, condom." Really? Yes, really.<br /><br /><a href=" to AP</a>: "A ring tone is a very public thing...it's a way to show you are a condom user and you don't have any issues with it."<p>An initiative by the BBC World Service Trust (funded by The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation) the ring tone was launched on August 8 and has already been downloaded 60,000 times.<br /></p><p>And guess what, shockingly, IT'S AN AWESOME ring tone. It's just the word "condom" sang about 50 times. Full points on creativity for the composers. You can listen to it <a href=" /></p><p>No I would never use it as a ring tone. Nor am I sure if it will serve a measurable purpose. But I still think it's awesome.<br /><br /></p><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/condom-ring-tone-seriously.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-713162461168026881Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:35:00 +00002008-08-15T17:42:24.232-07:00personalquotesthoughtsQuote for the day"I love the detachment of cats, their willingness to be loved but not to respond beyond a certain, very clearly defined point; no cat ever gave its entire heart to any human being."-- Bernard Levin in "<a href=" style="font-style: italic;">On Becoming Fearless</span></a>" by personal idol <a href=" Huffington</a>.<br /><br />I hate cats. They're losers. And evil.<br /><br />Off to Murcia this weekend. Back on Monday.<br />Enjoy your weekend. Don't be good ;-) <br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/quote-for-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-5120757738157461944Thu, 14 Aug 2008 12:14:00 +00002008-08-14T05:24:42.902-07:00newsSportIs Phelps Superhuman?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234348132927171506" border="0" /></a>In five days 23-year old American swimmer <a href=" Phelps</a> has won five races and set five world records. He now has 11 career gold medals making him the most "medalled" Olympian of all time, i.e. since 1896.<br /><br /><a href=" Fox Sports</a>: "I figured out Michael Phelps. He's not from another planet. He's from the future. His father made him and then made a time machine. Sixty years from now he is an average swimmer, but he has come back here to mop up."<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/is-phelps-superhuman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-4787971324589922406Wed, 13 Aug 2008 11:31:00 +00002008-08-13T04:41:57.671-07:00personalSpaintraveltravel-writingMy Trip To The End Of The World<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">I wrote this about a trip I took over a year ago. I don't think I ever posted it anywhere, or did anything with the piece -- so thought I'd put it up here.<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p>------------------<br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">There are some trips I do for the sheer ‘that would just be cool’ sake of doing them. My trip to the end of the world was one of them.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>Yes, there is a place called the ‘end of the world’ or <a href=";. Located on the western most tip of <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Spain</st1:country-region></st1:place>, it’s part of the Galician province.<span style=""> </span>Apart</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233965087358257154" border="0" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-US"> from pilgrims who land-up there to throw their boots into the sea after doing the ‘<a href=" de Santiago</a>’, it’s a secret well kept.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>As you can imagine, with the name like ‘the end of the world’, the place hypes itself. Identified as the end of the world in medieval times before <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Columbus</st1:city></st1:place> came and changed that, it’s hard not to still consider it just that.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>So while pilgrims with worn out feet arrived to Finisterre after days of walking, I got off the bus from A Coru</span><em><span style="font-style: normal;">ñ</span></em><span style="" lang="EN-US">a, munching a Snicker.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>Arriving at 2:00pm, I disembarked at the port of what seemed like an unexciting, ugly, village. <o:p></o:p>A few houses, a port, lots of construction and tourists, were all I could see. Not allowing that to disappoint me, I immediately began to walk towards the lighthouse at the tip of Finisterre.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>The walk is about an hour from the port; it’s along a highway which runs on the ‘Coast of <st1:place st="on">Death</st1:place>’. The walk is pleasant with a spectacular view. You will pass a church, a cemetery where the graves look like wardrobes facing the sea, and a fresh water source where you can stop for a drink.<o:p></o:p> My excitement soared when I saw the lighthouse approaching. This was it; I would be at the historic ‘end of the world’ in less than a few minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>And there I was. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>But it was dead. The lighthouse was ugly. The view was fine, but nothing I hadn’t seen on the way there. And there was a steel boot. Fixed on a stone overlooking the coast, it represented the pilgrim’s shoe that is thrown over sea so that its owner can be redeemed of his sins.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>I sat there for 5-minutes to ponder. Not inspired, all I could think about was the elaborate 6-type recycling system they had put at the ‘end of the world’. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>The next bus was in an hour, I decided to catch it back to A Coru</span><em><span style="font-style: normal;">ñ</span></em><span style="" lang="EN-US">a where I would go to the captivating Torres de Hercules for a walk and an ice-cream.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>On a concluding note: go to Finisterre only if you want to say that you have been ‘to the end of the world’, otherwise, don’t bother.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p>-End-<br /></o:p></span></p> <script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/my-trip-to-end-of-world.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-3742859912115623386Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:10:00 +00002008-08-12T05:33:11.559-07:00personalrantsalsathoughtsFrom a salsera to a salsero, with loveDear Salsero,<br /><br />We girls love dancing with you guys, but there are some things that we cannot bear which is why we choose to avoid dancing with you again, and you call us salsa snobs. Here are some tips that will change your luck on the dance floor:<br /><ul><li>Cut your nails. They HURT when you hold our hands and scratch us while dancing.<br /></li><li>We don't care if you sweat, but it's a big problem if you smell. Use deodorant, carry an extra shirt, and PLEASE chew gum.<br /></li><li>Listen to the music and enjoy it while you dance with us.<br /></li><li>We don't care how many complicated steps you know. Don't experiment dance-Twister with us.</li><li>We are more delicate than you realise. Don't treat us like rusted machinery that needs to be pulled and rammed to function. Be gentle.<br /></li><li>Try to realise when you step on our feet, and acknowledge it -- that makes it OK.<br /></li><li>Do not throw us up in the air. WE HATE THAT.</li><li>No more than 6 spins please. And after those spins, don't let go of us -- we are slightly dizzy and may fall.</li><li>It is fundamental you protect us from being hit and stomped on by other dancers close by. In other words, if there is limited space don't use us to make space.<br /></li><li>The first time you dance with us, keep a wee bit of personal space and don't try to shove your leg between ours. Odds are the second time we dance we will let you do that willfully. However, that does NOT mean we want to go home with you or even talk to you.</li><li>Don't try to feel us up, we are not stupid and we will tell the rest of the girls not to dance with you the creep.<br /></li><li>Don't try to give us a lesson while you dance with us. If we want lessons we go to classes.</li><li>Lastly, look at us when you dance.<br /></li></ul>Happy dancing.<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/from-salsera-to-salsero-with-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-6829191016258679193Mon, 11 Aug 2008 10:22:00 +00002008-08-11T03:29:27.283-07:00articlesnewsopinionthoughtsHow will India perform at the 2008 Olympics?<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="konabody"><a href=" Bindra</a> just won <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> its first individual gold medal at the Olympics, and the first gold in 28 years since the Men's Hockey team won the gold at the 1980 Moscow Olympics. Is there more hope for <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place>? Or will this be a repeat of the 2004 Olympics where <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place> came back with one silver medal?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="konabody"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="" lang="EN-US">As India is booming economically, dominates the world technologically, scores a nuclear power deal with the US, has already conquered the world of feminine beauty (5 Miss World titles and 2 Miss Universe titles), as well as film (Bollywood is one of the </span>largest film producers in the world and the largest in terms of number of films produced<span style="" lang="EN-US">), why is the country so dead when it comes to the Olympic Games?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="; a great article in Asia Times that gives some insight.<br /><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/how-will-india-perform-at-2008-olympics.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-6259420566916081659Mon, 11 Aug 2008 08:59:00 +00002008-08-11T02:17:57.508-07:00artistscoolmusicJohn Mayer: Free FallingFrom his new album: "<a href=" The Light Is</a>", cover of Tom Petty's "Free Falling". Very Dave Matthews, but awesome. Check him out playing it live <a href=" /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/john-mayer-free-falling.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-3810530770179978290Sun, 10 Aug 2008 12:24:00 +00002008-08-10T05:55:42.130-07:00blahpersonalthoughtsMe Time ThoughtsIt's been a while since I've had a lot of time to myself. Pure, selfish, alone time. It's almost been liberating in a way. Like I'm allowing myself to be in a perpetual daze as I look for my "<a href=";. (Oh how I love that word).<br /><br />I'm a very gregarious person. I love to meet new people, I love to go out, I love to be doing a million social things at a time. But these days I'm just so content being with myself. And that doesn't necessarily mean being alone all the time. I've met more people in the last few weeks than I have in ages, and even transcended into new and special levels of friendship with some. But at all times, I've very much been with myself. It's like I've entered this pensive phase that I'm reveling in, and I know that I have to revel in it to get out of it. Dare I say it's been glorious in many ways.<br /><br />Madrid's calmness in August helps.<br /><br />I'm also realising that midst the beauty of change, how awesome it is to have a few permanent things. They won't always be permanent, but are for the time. I refer to them as permanent because they are very deeply and strongly rooted, hence not easy to change. There's a very warm and safe feeling about those things, and now I'm taking refuge in them by reconnecting and just being.<br /><br />I'm talking a completely different language today, eh? Well it's different to me too, and too darn vague for comfort. But I'm not rattled. <br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/alone-time-thoughts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-4728504717053512889Thu, 07 Aug 2008 18:10:00 +00002008-08-07T11:15:45.706-07:00funnyteaching EnglishTeaching English in Japan :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 296px;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231840453174508226" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, ok, I know, we're all going to hell.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div>2008/08/teaching-english-in-japan.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-4940165529052791356Thu, 07 Aug 2008 10:19:00 +00002008-08-07T03:24:38.254-07:00coolDubainewsEmirates A380. Whoa.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231718977542169618" border="0" /></a>Although the news has been impossible to miss, for those of you who <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> missed the hoo-haa over the new Emirates A380, <a href=" a great post </a>with pictures and videos of the new aircraft. Pretty effing awesome.<br /><br />I've lived in Dubai for 6 years, my parents still live there, yet I've never flown Emirates. Sacrilege, eh? <br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/emirates-a380-whoa.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-1142302090754603780Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:25:00 +00002008-08-07T03:10:58.188-07:00peoplepersonalGigolo?I met him on a train to Valencia about a year and a half ago. I was given the privilege (?) to be seated next to him on the way to AND from the city.<br /><br />A madrile<span lang="es"><i>ñ</i></span>o, 32-years old, multicoloured piercing in chin, pop-rock singer/guitarist, filmmaker, novelist, and Osho follower, he was visiting his girlfriend in Valencia. He was decent company, and we had lots to talk about. We talked and talked. After about 8 hours of conversation, of course we exchanged numbers. Turns out he also lived down the road from me. What are the odds!<br /><br />Back in Madrid, he begins calling me. He calls and calls. And calls and calls. And calls and calls until the only way to stop him calling is to answer (<span style="font-style: italic;">super-pesado</span> as you would say in Spanish). The number of calls turned me off; I would answer one in 10 calls, and I never returned the others. Of course, because I was trying to avoid him, I would often bump into him at the post office, or tobacco shop, or local bar, where I would make a million excuses for not answering his million calls. I really didn't care though.<br /><br />A year of dodging his calls and bumping into him, a few months ago I ran into him with his girlfriend at the time, in the metro. We exchanged pleasantries and somehow ended up deciding to start playing tennis together.<br /><br />Getting back into the game has been the best thing I've done in a while. He makes for a great tennis partner; often annoying, but overall tolerable. The tennis works. He often brings friends to watch us play. Weird, but I don't care. They all seem nice and don't interfere. He keeps trying to get me to hang out after tennis, but honestly I have no interest.<br /><br />But his calls don't stop. He still calls and calls. He calls until I pick up. He speaks at a supersonic speed on the phone and I never understand what he says. I get sick of asking him to repeat himself, and after realising that he doesn't really say anything of consequence, I pretend I understand him and leave it at that. His conversations are normally about a movie he watched, tennis, his upcoming mini-vacation, and something about an "agency".<br /><br />Yesterday, slightly bored, when he called I decided to listen. He was on a job on behalf of this "agency" in Alicante, in a luxury villa, in a jacuzzi, with 3 girls. I was all ears.<br /><br />Me: "Who are these girls?"<br />Him: "Ah, some girls from the agency."<br />Me: "Urrr...ok."<br />Him: Yeah, I have to look after them and entertain them. They are really nice girls, so it's fun.<br />Me: "Right."<br />Him: "Why don't you come here for the weekend? It's a great place, lots of room. I have lots of time to chill, so yeah, come hang out."<br />Me: "Urrr...thanks for the invite. I will let you know if I fancy it. But didn't you say you are working?"<br />Him: "Well, yeah, but it's not really work you know. It's easy. And it pays well. It's helping me pay off my debts."<br />Me: "Cool. Well I hope the girls are hot atleast."<br />Him: "Yeah, they're young and pretty. In fact, you should consider being part of this agency."<br />Me: "Right."<br />Me: "I gotta go. Call me for tennis when you get back."<br />Him: "Cool. Have a great week."<br /><br />I hang up with him and try to understand what he's just told me. And then it registers, but with doubts, of course.<br />Is he a male prostitute?<br />Is he a pimp?<br />Is he looking after female prostitutes, or "luxury escorts", while they're on a job?<br /><br />He is a nice person. He isn't good-looking, or well-built, and is often on sedatives. He is a bit weird and moody at times but not threatening, or unpleasant. I am no one to judge him. If it works for him, good for him. I'm just happy I have a tennis buddy.<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/gigolo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-6146010486848317437Wed, 06 Aug 2008 10:41:00 +00002008-08-06T03:51:30.033-07:00ProcrastinationprogramsMy Wordle<a href="; title="Wordle: Abha's Wordle"><img src="; style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px; width: 172px; height: 133px;" /></a><br /><br />This is my <a href=";. A word-tag-cloud-design thing made from the most frequently used words in my blog. Yup, procrastinating bigtime.<br /><br />It's not clear at all though :( I wish I used cooler colours and font. I saved it in haste and there's no edit option. Argh. Anyway, if any of you are bored enough to want to look at this image more closely, click on it!<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/08/my-wordle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-6480406210080551725Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:41:00 +00002008-12-11T10:13:41.684-08:00informativemake world betternet-watchThe Story of Stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228572133256925922" border="0" /></a>Here's the link to a 20-minute animation called "<a href=" Story of Stuff</a>" you must watch. It talks about what we, as a disgustingly consumerist society, are doing to our planet.<br /><br />It's a straightforward yet powerful presentation, which after watching (if you have any conscience) will stall you from shopping for a while, and hopefully make you think seriously about what you can do to help the dismal state of our Earth today.<br /><br />So get a cup of coffee and sit down to watch it. It will probably be the 2o most constructive minutes of your day.<br /><br />(Thanks Daveeeed for the link!)<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/07/story-of-stuff.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-7209264453165482393Fri, 25 Jul 2008 14:30:00 +00002008-12-11T10:13:42.255-08:00articlescase-studiesWho said you can't be the successful product of your own business?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="; alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226963293167673042" border="0" /></a><br />I've been reading a certian <a href=" Allison's</a> blog religiously for about 2-years now. I've always found it entertaining -- both on an intellectual and emotional level, and the fact that it's so effing personal has kept me hooked. Call it a girl thing, or whatever. She updates her blog every day a few times and upto 20 times a day on Twitter, both of which I check on a daily basis after I read the news. And sometimes I even check her stuff a few times, she's great to procrastinate with. Yup, totally sucked in, and I'm not the only one.<br /><br />Check out a <a href=" article</a> documenting her self-promotion that has lead to her becoming an internet celebrity, even though she is a nobody. (Ouch. Harsh but true. Good for her.)<br /><br />I suppose her tremendous virtual tangibility is what keeps me hooked. Now she has her own business/website (<a href=";) with her two best friends, where they document the minutes of their life. It's brimming with constant updates, photos, videos and publicity stunts, and the initiative has lead them to get their own reality show. Whoa.<br /><br />It might not be your thing, but she's a great case study.<br /><br /><script src="; type="text/javascript"></script>2008/07/who-said-you-cant-be-product-of-your.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17628994.post-7248511102708261864Wed, 23 Jul 2008 20:40:00 +00002008-07-23T15:25:45.721-07:00quotesQuote for the day<span style="color: rgb(156, 156, 99);font-size:100%;" >"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson.2008/07/quote-for-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Abha Malpani)