tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75455421639107426782024-03-14T04:23:12.855-07:00The "Why?" ChromozomeThe "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-7986423975221450392014-05-01T14:05:00.005-07:002014-05-01T14:05:58.471-07:00Twitter / Raogasm: http://t.co/JfPdiVxdZ6<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><br />from Facebook http://ift.tt/1i30CdF<br/><br />via <a href='http://ift.tt/16Xitlp'>IFTTT</a></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-83978811963575451352014-05-01T14:05:00.003-07:002014-05-01T14:05:56.733-07:00The "Why?" Chromozome: Twitter / Raogasm: Test tweet with random cat! ...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><br />from Facebook http://ift.tt/1hilspX<br/><br />via <a href='http://ift.tt/16Xitlp'>IFTTT</a></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-75013739210264032792014-05-01T14:05:00.001-07:002014-05-01T14:05:28.819-07:00The "Why?" Chromozome: Twitter / Raogasm: Test tweet with random cat! ...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><br />from Facebook http://ift.tt/1hilspX<br/><br />via <a href='http://ift.tt/16Xitlp'>IFTTT</a></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-46705871790768891542014-05-01T14:00:00.001-07:002014-05-01T14:00:29.464-07:00Twitter / Raogasm: Test tweet with random cat! ...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><br />from Facebook http://ift.tt/1kokJVk<br/><br />via <a href='http://ift.tt/16Xitlp'>IFTTT</a></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-85426359180462974042014-05-01T04:19:00.001-07:002014-05-01T04:19:58.574-07:00Test<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><b>Test</b><br/><br />by Prasad Rao<br/><br /><br/><br />May 01, 2014 at 04:49PM<br/><br />from Facebook<br/><br />via <a href='http://ift.tt/16Xitlp'>IFTTT</a>from Facebook<br/><br />via <a href='http://ift.tt/16Xitlp'>IFTTT</a></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-49506503409080890692013-05-18T13:54:00.002-07:002013-05-18T13:55:07.360-07:00The dead batteries...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ok so its been two and a half years since I have started working and I am not having a gala time as I thought I would've a couple of years back when I got selected in a premier Indian IT company. The ride has not been exactly comforting nor has it been inspirational nor hast it been of the kinds that will make you look forward and dream about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Most people know me as a person who is always jolly in life and never misses out on living life. Well to an extent that is true but recent times have been troubling and at times they have drained me emotionally. Situation started worsening until an incident showed me where things were going haywire...<br />
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Being a gadget enthusiast means that I always need to have my phone around me. Staying connected is the way for me. Whatsapp, G+, Facebook, Twitter etc are my weapons of choice. The great Cell phone revolutionized communication sector in India and my life wasn't untouched by it. My phone to me is like what the Sun is to Superman. A year back I had asked one of my friends in the states to get me an Android phone. It was a big thing for me. I had heard a lot about Android but never experienced it. Android phones, a year back, had this infamous notoriety of running out of juice. Because of this fact I always carried a charger with me. As soon as the charge of my phone went down to 60% I used to again charge it up to 100% although had I let it be without charging It would've lasted atleast for another 12 hours. But I didn't care. I couldn't bear the possibility of my batteries emptying and me bearing the world without my sidekick. I kept doing this for a year. Gradually the phone started to discharge quicker than earlier. At times it would reach 60% within 3 hours. But I did not stop the maverick charging. This kept going on until 3 weeks back I attached my phone to charge with my office PC. I noticed the back heating up. I opened the back cover of the phone and popped out the batteries. The batteries were puffed up. I tried to cool it down by leaving it in the open for a while but It didn't help. The battery were damaged beyond repair. <b>The battery was dead!</b><br />
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So, what went wrong? Whose fault was it? Was it the Cell phone manufacturers fault? Or was it a battery problem? Or was it the charger? The actual problem was with me.. All the while I was worried about the battery dying soon which was a probability but not a surety and kept preparing it for the future although things weren't that bad. But I kept pushing the batteries until they gave up.<br />
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If you think about it, aren't we doing the same with our lives? In today's fast paced life we are more concerned about what will happen in the future. We crib about not seeing a bright future for ourselves. We slog our ass off to thrive for the future but in the process we tend to forget the present. We keep pushing our mind and body to the extreme, be it for competitive exams, appraisals or anything. We keep saving money for the future without noticing the misery of our present. We spend sleepless nights thinking about that elusive onsite opportunity when we are actually missing out on some beautiful dream in our sleep. We try to build contacts with people thinking that they would be helpful in the future but they are nothing more than pawns for us in the present. We neglect our family and friends just for that few extra bucks of appraisals.In this process of worrying about the future we tend to ignore the stress caused by it on our mind, body and soul. It drains us physically and emotionally. Why not stop thinking so much and live in the present. After all the present is a gift. Why not open it and get surprised by what it throws at us. The future is designed to be fallen in its right place. I have realized that worrying too much about what will happen will hamper what is happening. Its time we all realize that we are damaging our own self. Its time we dont let our batteries go dead.<br />
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A cell phone battery can always be replaced but your life cannot!<br />
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-Prasad Rao<br />
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The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-24737730856837040952012-06-21T14:38:00.002-07:002012-06-21T14:39:42.863-07:0011 Reasons why I should be made the President:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<li><span style="font-size: small;">I do not pronounce 'v' as 'b' or 'a' as 'o' (eg. Its Saurav not Shoraabh!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I am < 96 years old.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I can sit without doing anything for decades let alone 5 years.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I swear I will spend less than 1/10th or may be even 1/100th of Rs. 200 crore on my travel costs unlike others.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I
will not leave presidency If in case any other fictitious higher post
comes into existence (Ref: Leave Finance Ministry and bicker for
Presidency)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I will not only fly in a Jet fighter aircraft but also Chandrayaan 6 and become the first president on Moon.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I can be a rag doll and be motionless for hours.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I will make sure that my offspring get less than 100Cr of benefits from my post.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I am used to listening to shit and not reacting to it.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Even in general life my opinion is not counted let alone politics and ministries.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I can superficially lead the Army, Navy and Air Force and yet have no control over them. </span></li>
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</div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-65648225378612444922011-12-24T12:49:00.000-08:002011-12-24T13:21:37.817-08:00Blogorithm :D<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="font-size: small;">This is how I Blog!!! :D<br />
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Blog Algorithm:<br />
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1. Observe something.<br />
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2. Is it an awesome topic? Yes: Go to 3 NO: Go to 9<br />
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3. Get excited and Think some more. Go to 4<br />
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4. Awesome content collected. Go to 5<br />
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5. Is it short? Yes: Go to 6 No: Go to 7 <br />
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6. Post it on Facebook. Go to 9<br />
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7. Check Colour of Moon. Is it blue? Yes: Go to 8 No: Go to 9<br />
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8. Write a Blog on it. Go to 9.<br />
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9. END</span></span></h6></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-84317290542175678062011-07-21T14:28:00.001-07:002011-07-21T14:33:55.323-07:00Murphy on a Bus!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLG-3k8o8gQ2uqvua6NUycSdng7B4rfCCBpUSLkXpgxaHH-FsKUruRQCxH80l1NOWb9oGfp6CZb_dAHBcoQ-t5x9C_gl3PQzZzpRfF54fBju9IUTHzwkkZbggdr93fbpMNKKQn5twSdVr8/s1600/best-bus-2-500x438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLG-3k8o8gQ2uqvua6NUycSdng7B4rfCCBpUSLkXpgxaHH-FsKUruRQCxH80l1NOWb9oGfp6CZb_dAHBcoQ-t5x9C_gl3PQzZzpRfF54fBju9IUTHzwkkZbggdr93fbpMNKKQn5twSdVr8/s320/best-bus-2-500x438.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>You cannot help but crib about how travelling sucks especially if you happen to pass by a certain JVLR!! The worst part comes when you have to travel in a BEST bus!! BEST? Really? The following explains how it happens:</b></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><ol style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"><li>You catch an AC bus considering the summer humidity.</li>
<li>You ask the conductor to give a ticket for Vikhroli and takes out a Rs 100 note.</li>
<li>The conductor looks at you as if you are a lowly filthy creature and says "Chhutta do". Chhutta? really? The ticket costs Rs 35 and you re the one whose supposed to keep chhutta!</li>
<li>You say no. The conductor stops the bus some 300 mtrs away from the nearest bus stop so you dont have any other option other than to walk.</li>
<li>So you reach the nearest Bus Stop and catch another Bus which you remember your friend telling you about.</li>
<li>The Bus is medially crowded. You manage to get a seat but theres a problem. The seat is reserved for ladies.</li>
<li>As fate would have it a girl with a iPod in one hand, wearing sunglasses and wearing kilos of make up enters asks you to get up. Come on! There are other seats empty too but no, she wants ladies seat only! As if her gender would change if she sits on some other seat.</li>
<li>Now you see an empty seat on the left hand side. With having no options I sat on a "Jyesth Nagarik" seat!</li>
<li>Karma bites again, an old man enters and the seat is gone again.</li>
<li>You dont see any other seat empty than the "Drivers friend seat" at the front which is meant for the physically challenged. You conquer yor throne.</li>
<li>Uptill now you should be drenched with litres of sweat. You settle down. The traffic is slow moving and you have just reached Jai Coach! You try to get lost in the sights of Air Conditioned Mercs and BMWs. You sigh. </li>
<li>Suddenly you feel someone tapping on your shoulder. You turn back and you see a man in his early thirties with a dressing bandage on his index finger of the right hand. He asks you to get up pointing at the board which read "Reserved for the physically challenged". Looking at the guy the board should ve been "Mentally Challenged"! For once I wanted to retort "ungli kaha kaha ghusate ho?" but kept mum and hung on to a rod like a wet umbrella.</li>
<li>You try to go to sleep in the "Standing Position". You succeed considering the night shifts you've been doing at your job.</li>
<li>After a good 20 mins you wake up and you dont recognise the area the bus is cruising thru. You ask the conductor about the whereabouts of the bus and you get the shock of your life that you have reached Saki Naka!</li>
<li>You call up your friend and ask him if the bus number was correct. You get a lame answer "Pehle toh jaati thi Vikhroli!"</li>
<li>You hang up after you make sure you have utterred all the expletives from delhi belly to your friend.</li>
<li>Dejected you catch another bus and the cycle continues!</li>
</ol></div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-35363391995674845332011-04-08T12:11:00.000-07:002011-04-08T12:11:43.691-07:0010 easy steps to get fired!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Tell your boss that you have Swine Flu and the Virus spreads through LAN!</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Whisper sheepishly into <st1:city><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:city> boss’ ears “I’ve got two tickets for a movie”.</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Ask him to outsource the project from a bunch of college kids for Rs. 10000.</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Tell him about the adventures you had in the previous company by escaping with confidential documents.</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Shout out loudly in the office “No! My PL doesn’t watch porn!”</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Tell him how comfortable your Cotton undies are!</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Ask him if he needs assistance in wearing supporter at the office Gym!</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Tell him the story about how you shot your professor mercilessly because he wont give you good grades!</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Drop in at the Boss’ house to tell his Wife/Daughter how superbly he handles his female resources at work!</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Post a snap of your Boss’ salary slip on Facebook and tag your Boss! Don’t forget to add this caption: “My Ambition in Life!”</li>
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1. You wake up at 8:15 in your house and ur feet start walking towards the bathroom. You then bang the Bathroom door and shout "Abbe saale Cherry bahar nikal! Hagna hai, sava aanth baj gaye!" (At this point of time your folks are looking suspiciously at u!)<br />
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2. You keep on pulling ur imaginary Tie knot upwards even when u are wearing a T shirt!<br />
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3. You take a sniff at your socks to check if they're on the verge to be washed!<br />
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4. Your Mom shouts at you coz u throw ur clothes on ur kitchen platform!<br />
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5. You press Ctrl+Alt+Delete while leave ur home PC!<br />
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6. You give ur mom a green coupon when she gives u a plate!<br />
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7. You tell ur mom "Arre Bhaiyya thoda aur paneer dalo!"<br />
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8. You ask ur mom "Unlimited khana hai kya?"<br />
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9. You panic when its 10:30 pm and u are outta ur home!<br />
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10:You catch people who come to ur home and make them sing songs!<br />
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11:You swipe your smart card on your house door! (I know its 11th!)</div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7545542163910742678.post-67378786540811733112011-02-26T01:30:00.000-08:002011-02-26T01:33:40.604-08:00My first Blog!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hmmm... Seriously, I cannot explain you why have I started blogging because there may be more reasons than one. Its a pity that now that i have a Blog I dont have a subject! The following may be the reasons why have i forayed into this "new","fascinating" world of blogging!<br />
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1. On this day ie.26/02/11 Saturday Afternoon i am too bugged to do anything productive.<br />
2. I work as a coder, hence i type huge lines only when i am coding, hence i wanted to type JLT.<br />
3. My brand new TRIBAND seems to be in a stable condition.<br />
4. This will help me explain and put forth thoughts in a better way.<br />
5. The previous 3 points were just fillers!<br />
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There you go... perfect way to waste a dull saturday afternoon! </div>The "WHY?" Chromosomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07473645238707761004noreply@blogger.com1