Chandni Chowk of Delhi

No where else in the world happens so much business I guess. Chandni Chowk is an area in Old Delhi. It is a filthy place which American and European journalists and documentary makers would love to portray as the image of India, but the amount of business that happens there and the variety of products available there really overwhelm me.

With the little bit of electronics education that I have got in the past, right now I happen to be an electronics hobbyist and I make amplifiers for the audio frequencies. I made my own D2A convertor for my computer, which is better than what the motherboard has got to offer, and I have designed my own transistor based power amplifier to drive the set of speakers that I have got. And Chandni Chowk is the best place in the country that I can think of to get all these things for the cheapest rates in the world. I can make an amplifier for about Rs 10000, with the same output and quality of Yamaha amplifiers, if not Bosch, which would be available for around a lac.

Chandni Chowk is a very huge market place. It has got everything. Electrical fittings, bulbs of a huge variety, plumbing accessories, glass tile,, electronics and great food.

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The Camera Fan

I guess Limited Visiblity is the term. India is a great country, but unfortunately it is a dirty country as well. How do you seperate the beauty from the dirty? Well, you need digital cameras to do that. You could do it with the antiquated film cameras too, but since you cant really process them digitally with ease, I guess it is not a good alternative to the digital cameras that we have on the markets today.

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Are women smarter than men?

I found this hosted on a free hosting, and didn’t want this to get lost. So, I took the liberty to publish it on my blog and make it permanant.

Here Goes.

From http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Farm/7478/womensma.htm
What do “enlightened guys” say is an important quality in a woman? Intelligence. Well, I have recently realized that we men are deluded. Forget Mars. Forget Venus. We are from high school and women are from grad school. Why do I say this? Is it something having to do with perceived differences in maturity levels? Not in the slightest. It all has to do with the simple fact that women are smarter than men.

Think about it, guys. How do you make your muscles stronger? Exercise them. Our brains are the same way. But when it comes to so many things in life, men’s brains are warming the bench while women’s brains are getting a full cardiovascular workout.

Men have ONE shoe size. I’m a 10.5 wide. Simple. Women… well it depends. They’re like astrologers doing a natal chart on the shoe. Where was it made? Who made it? Was it made in the winter or spring? What was the geographic elevation of the shoe factory? Was the leather from a happy or a sad cow? Eventually they find a undermount sink with Neptune in its 4th house and the shoe-shopping mission has been completed.

Guys what’s your pants size? You’ll say 32:30 or 34:32 or something simple, basically the waist and inseam. But ask a woman… “I’m a size 5 on the eighth day of every third month when it’s not raining, the tarot cards advise travel, and the designer’s last name starts with an F.”

And let’s not even get into colors. We men are not unfamiliar with the fact that there are multiple shades and can probably tell 4-5 different ones in each main color group. But women make us look like simpletons. They carry portable physics labs with them and can apparently discern a variation of one hertz in the spectrum of visible light. What’s the difference between eggshell white, bone white, and navajo white? Darned if I know, but a woman does.

Men just aren’t good with colors. J.C. Penney occasionally has those ads with the regular guy and the male models, and he finds out he can dress like them because of Penney’s new fashion line for men that allows us to coordinate an outfit by matching the tags inside the clothes. You know what this is, don’t you? It’s Grrranimals for grown-ups. Tiger coat, tiger shirt, tiger pants, and you’re ready to step out the door.

Think of certain words you’d probably never have heard if not for women. Ecru, taupe, mauve. These are not words that come naturally to the male vocabulary. They are inserted there after associating with women, sort of like the medical terms you know from watching “ER.” Sure, you can say them and sound cool, but you don’t know what they actually mean. Take the tibula for example. I think it’s in the leg… and I would assume it’s bone white.

And don’t get me started on purses. Go ahead, ask any woman why men don’t carry purses. She’ll turn into Jack Nicholson. “You want a purse? You want a purse? You can’t handle a purse!” And you know what? She’s right. We can barely handle briefcases. That’s why every article of our clothing has a pocket. But still, even with just a couple of pockets, like if you’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt, you will at some time or another become an amateur cop. Just observe yourself the next time you can’t find your keys. As you start looking around the room, you’ll do a pat-down search. Essentially, you’re frisking yourself.

But a woman just throws every item she comes across during her day into her purse. My mom used to have this huge purse when I was a kid. I stared into that black hole once. There were receipts, business cards, a potted geranium, a five-year supply of chewing gum, ten ounces of lint (in case the dryer ran out, I guess)… I just figured that Mom was God in training. She was collecting matter until she had enough for another big bang and then she was going to start her own universe.

In fact, the bigger her purse, the smarter a woman is. That’s why most women don’t start carrying the really big purses until they’re married, because they don’t want to scare off any easily manipulated men until they’ve got us. That’s why single women started wearing those little backpacks. They told us it was fashion, but it’s a trick. They thought they could fool us. They took all those big purses and turned them into little backpacks. Very clever.

So the next time one of you single, “enlightened” guys says an important quality in a woman is intelligence, just face it… if she can dress herself with a modicum of class and color coordination, and she carries a purse (or she’s got a backpack), she’s not only intelligent, she’s smarter than you. And if you should somehow end up getting the impression she’s not intelligent enough … that just means she doesn’t like you.

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The Mind is a bloody Monkey – a tamil proverb.

I remember that by this time last year, my brain was filled with images of Goa. Thanks to a week long trip that I had made there, explored the whole place, and had even made plans to leave Pondicherry and move there. This year, in feb, I had been to Delhi, and I just fell in love with that place, and all images of Goa vanished from my head and were replaced with magnificent Moghul archetecture of Delhi. Delhi, one of the oldest cities of the world. Delhi, Delhi, Delhi.

Where did Goa go? Would Delhi too go away too if I visit Auckland or Wellington in NZ after a few years? What if I manage to move through all fascinating cities in the world in the next 30 years? Where would I go after that?

The mind really is a fucking monkey.

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Ootylated

Had been planning to go on this trip for some time, but suddenly decided last Sunday to blast off the same night. The place wasn’t any cooler than what Pondicherry would have been in Winter. It was cetainly a good change for my son. The photos have been taking with my stupid box camera. I can’t afford a good SLR right now, so please don’t judge my photographic skills with this :D . Im really a lot better than this.

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Does the water flow scare you? It was actually softer and smoother than baby shower.
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