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Archive for September 1, 2010
How Not to Become a Web Bakra!
Sep 1st
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Homes and offices across the subcontinent are increasingly populated by people afflicted by the S1N1 virus, also called the social networking virus. As usual, there are multiple strains, including resistant ones. Some are harmless and even quite useful, while others can expose you to a choice range of destructive possibilities.
The infected victims can be found sitting wide-eyed and naive in front of computer screens, hyperventilating over their favorite sites, some of which have critical security issues. The excitement could be over who is having coffee and where, to who is going out with whom and when. Pretty innocent stuff really. Except for the presence of another group of netizens, who get even more wide-eyed and hyperventilated, licking their chops and rubbing their palms in gleeful anticipation of catching another bakra.
No? Don’t want to become a bakra? Then check out the following two links to become safer on the net.
http://www.zdnet.com/blog/perlow/personal-computer-security-using-uncommon-sense/13878?tag=nl.e550
http://www.zdnet.com/news/spam-scheme-spreading-via-facebook-chat/461066?tag=nl.e550
The Suit
Sep 1st
I always feel important wearing a suit at the airport. No matter how ugly looking the person wearing the suit, the suit always manages to force a smile from people at the airport. Now these smiles that I speak of are not the fake plastic ken and Barbie smiles that you get all the time these are ‘your money makes my world twirl’ kind of smiles. No matter what happens I always wear a suit when traveling. The trouble of wearing a terry wool suit and incessant heat wave that is associated with it is far outweighed by the benefits that these 3 meters of cloth bring with them.
It’s almost as if the suit says look at me I mean business, it’s a feeling that only those who are self obsessed with power can truly relish. Short men have been known to be power hungry; I claim to be no different. Last Night I had my Sunday best on, a black pin striped suit that makes me look oh so good, takes of the weight from the right places and makes me look a little fairer that I actually am, all the makings if a legend. I have traveled with this suit for years now and it has never failed me.
I was at the Bangalore International Airport a god forsaken, middle of nowhere, state of the art facility that takes too long to get to. I did the rounds, smiled at the boarding pass lady asked for the aisle seat in the front of the plane. It looked like it was going to be a good night, things were moving smoothly and it felt right.