Monthly Archives: September 2011

How the love affair between Apple & Me started

Most people think I became a fan of Apple after getting the MacBook & the release of the iPhone. Well it began way before that, when I saw the first Apple product: the iPod nano. And it was love at first sight. The rest as they say is history.

Here is the blog post from June 2006. [I had no concept of unboxing of gadgets then, but it was all so beautiful that I HAD to document it.]

Warning: This was one of the first posts ever on the internet. I had just discovered blogging. The tone & language is that of a n00b 🙂

Hey, guys Mamu has brought an iPod Nano [black] for dad.

Earlier I thought that I wouldn’t need it as I already have a music player in my Nokia 7710. But when I saw it I was bowled over.

Its black, razor thin, has a colour display, & I’m in love with it’s swivel wheel. It has only 2 GB memory, but it’s good enough. [specs.-3.5X1.5X.27 inches, any smaller it would be too awkward to use]

Man now I dearly wished that I had not told Mamu that I did not want it. It’s colour, & slimness is extremely appealing [I didn’t know that nano was that slim, thought that iPods were quite thick & a bit bulky].

The sound quality is fantabulous with an ace equalizer, sorting in form of playlists, albums, artists, genres, composers. Yaar, I hope dad gives it to me [he already has an MP3 player 512 MB].


Twitter on Dravid

Some quirky & humorous tweets on Rahul Dravid’s ODI retirement

@Crownish : Someone give Dravid a honorary Civil Engg degree.

@sidvee : Afridi just texted Dravid: “First retirement is always great fun, bhai. But the seventeeth retirement is always the best.”

@jokes_fun: Now that Dravid is retiring, maybe they’ll name a road after him in Bangalore & then we’ll have our own “Wall Street” 😛

@TheTweetThumb : Rahul Dravid : Rahul d Divar #Wall #Anagram


I am not one of those people who can rattle off cricket stats at the drop of a hat. I don’t watch every match, own an Indian jersey or sit motionless fearing a dismissal if I move a single inch. I myself would not call me a ‘fan’. Infact I would much rather watch one of the movies/ TV shows that I have recently downloaded instead of a match. You then maybe wondering what I am doing writing this post.

The fact that I am writing this after saying “I am not a cricket fan” should tell you about the aura of this man.

I admire him because through his single-mindedness he has achieved greatness. And he has not shirked away from the labour that was required. He is the only cricketer whose biography I have read & it tells the story of a simple person whose strength was demand for perfection. He is the gentlemen in the gentlemen’s game

“Some people are born great, some people have greatness thrust upon them” Rahul Dravid has demanded his greatness.

Living under the shadows of a man the nation considers God, he made his mark with the flick of his wrists. The true team man, changing, adapting as the situation demanded. He bore the brunt of the opposition, shielding the struggling “stars” on a nasty pitch & he bore the brunt of the spectators when there was a dot ball with the same stoic face. He gets dropped for youngsters when the team is riding the winning wave because he is too old, too slow. The same team wants him back when the youngsters fail, the hard hitters injured. Does he complain? Never.

When he does fail, because he is after all a man, he doesn’t make excuses. He does the only thing he knows: gets back to the grind. A sword, now blunt after so many battles is heated, hammered, quenched & sharpened back into shape.

He has done it all:Batting, fielding, captaincy, wicketkeeping. And has done them brilliantly.

There are lots of Rahuls but only one Dravid.

He has batted up & down the order, sometimes opening, many times consolidating & also finishing. What was to be a stopgap solution of a temporary wicketkeeper became permanent, because it allowed flexibility in the lineup. Still he played masterful knocks after those long squatting sessions behind the wickets. He was the captain during one of the toughest times. Even with all the mudslinging he came out with his head held high.

Others awe the crowd with their aerial shots, smashing aggressive boundaries. Flashy shots are not his forté, silken touch is. And the statistics tell you that. You could breathe easy knowing he was still there….as long as he held on there was hope. And boy can he hold on! So many indian wins have been sculpted with him as the bedrock.

A typical day in the life of Rahul Dravid:A big target, openers back in the pavilion, morale low, outlook bleak. he walks in, takes his stance & gets going. Swingers, bouncers, yorkers, spinners nothing fazes him. Dripping sweat, fighting cramps [oh those cramps!], losing partners he gets us home. Stuff of legend.

Today he will wear the Indian Blue for the last time. For us it will be emotional watching him play his last ODI, but like always he will be in his zen. Calm eyes looking dead ahead, bat tapping away, unmindful of the sweat dripping off his nose & the chaos around him. The Gladiator.

[images from espncricinfo]

Steve’s Genesis




On the first day He created Apple. And it was good.

On the second day He created Mac. And it was good.

On the third day He created Mac OS X. And it was good.

On the forth day He created iPod. And it was good.

On the fifth day He created iPhone. And it was good.

On the sixth day He created iPad. And it was good.

On the seventh day He rested…


[Via:Richard Bukovansky ]

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