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Stand Up Desk

Haven't quite gone into the science of 'how sitting can be detrimental to health', but quite some time back started feeling that sitting for long isn't the right thing for my body. Had asked for a stand-up desk at office but you know the vagaries of uniformity. Since everyone must be treated equally, 'equal treatment' percolated in the sitting infrastructure as well.

Anyhow, I am out of that office. And one of the first things I did once out of office was get myself a Stand-up Desk made.

A senior friend, Rohit Varma, shared a link to the article titled "Confirmed: He Who Sits the Most Dies the Soonest", so I felt I should share these pics:


A slightly closer look below:


Doesn't mean I don't sit and work. But it does mean that I give myself the space to alternate between the two modes.
I observe that sitting facilitates paunching. Nice rotund kind of paunches.

TVS Poopache! Oops, sorry Apache!

So TVS manages to do this. Words don't fail me right now but then to criticize also there must be some motivation, right? :)

Pulsar 200NS took the entire industry by surprise it seems. Of course, other brands would love to respond. More so, once the bike gets launched. But a response like this is hilarious. Beats Karizma ZMR hands down in the ugliness quotient.

Looks like TVS has nothing new right now to offer. And looks like they are just out of their slumber to realize that they are way too behind now to save themselves from sinking to the bottom. Definitely looks like every department at TVS is trying hard to show that they are really working hard.

Criticism apart, what should TVS have done? Technological battles - twin-spark and triple-spark and so on - aside, there are quite a few ways to counter the threats from other brands. If, as is apparent, design is what they want to defend with, they can't overload themselves with 'design'. Heavier the armor, greater the chan…

Courting danger and smoking

On some occasions, I have given into the urge of smoking. And every time I have smoked I have questioned why people who smoke do so so regularly or find it so difficult to quit.

So here's some theorizing.

For one, 'style' is a strong reason for people to smoke. The holding of a cigarette and smoke coming out of mouth is quite a leisurely style statement. Moving beyond style...

I am always in awe of someone pulling off a difficult motorcycle stunt. I respect the cyclists who can do cross-country riding. I admire the men who scale difficult mountain peaks. In each of these I suppose there is a danger of losing life or doing serious damage to oneself. There's something about courting danger. About taking arduous tasks. It's a signal of 'strength'.

After knowing that SMOKING KILLS, if a person continues to smoke as intensively and regularly as earlier, clearly he's given into a show of strength. That he can risk his life. That nothing can happen to him.

If…

Bouncing Boards

You shoot a ball and back comes an arrow - Critic, jealous friends

You shoot a ball and back comes the same ball - Your wall

You look and back comes the same look - Mirror

You shoot a ball and back comes a tricky dodgy ball - Competitor, Rival, Opponent

You shoot a ball and back come hundred different pieces of the ball - Society

You shoot a ball and back comes a-man-riding-the-ball - Friend who cares, Coach, Partner

Weird dream

In response to my message, a friend wrote back, "Words are violence."

This is what I dreamed this morning. I had almost forgotten until this message landed.

I am surrounded by some swordsmen. Five or six. (Can't recall who they were. I could only see their eyes.) They are ready to attack. I don't have anything to defend myself. I am afraid I won't survive. Can't run. I give up. One of the swordsmen slashes at me. I try to block his hand but he is quick. The sword runs through me. I don't expect to see the next moment. But to my surprise, there's no blood. No blood. I heave a sigh of relief. But the very next moment, there's pain. No body part's bleeding but there's pain. And another swordsman runs his sword through my head. And I am watching. Again no bleeding. I am flummoxed. I am not dead. Body's not hurting but there's pain. I stand my ground, and take a few more slashes. I keep my eyes still, focusing on the swords. I see them…

An indifferent birthday

A pigeon-couple somehow managed to sneak into our balcony and create a nest on top of my book storage. I shooed them away this morning and pulled the glass shutters tight. Since then, I've watched them umpteen times trying to somehow get back in to their nest. Pecking at the shutter-joints, as if they would poke out a big enough hole. Flying into the glass from different angles. Watching their nest through the glass panes from different positions. May be on occasions watching me watching them.

I doubt the pigeons think of me as the villain. Besides, there's an irresistible urge to keep the balcony clean.

Yesterday, 2nd April, was my birthday.

I've used social media to convey my greetings to many 'friends' in the last few years. Just in the manner that they conveyed yesterday. Yesterday, a lot of people facebooked me. On an earlier birthday I wouldn't expect so many people to greet me. I wouldn't expect so many people at a 'certain distance' to gre…