Rohit's Realm - April 2007
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April 23, 2007
As most of the wretched souls who have the distinct displeasure of knowing me in the abysmal exercise in futility known as real life
would probably agree, I am not someone who conjures up images of a person likely to experience stage fright. In fact, quite the opposite, I generally relish in the opportunity to publicly embarrass myself in front of multitudes of unforgiving people; my public performance of the infamous Engineering Dance
(which has tragically become part of my clubbing repertoire) in front of hundreds of incoming Berkeley freshman in 2003 and 2005 should be evidence enough. However, last week, in a very uncharacteristic moment, I experienced a severe bout of stage fright at the most inopportune time: while giving a urine sample for a work-mandated drug test.
April 29, 2007
For those foolishly misguided few out there who may have attempted to leave a comment on rohitsrealm.com since the fateful upgrade to v2,
the following cryptic error message might look familiar: Sorry, you are probably not a person.
In fact, it is not just an attempt on my part to be elitist, or even ironic, as Audrey suggested today, but actually a failed attempt at devising a Turing test to keep out asshole spammers selling V1/\gr4
and other pharmaceutical alternatives to leading a sexually fulfilling life. (Perhaps they target this site because they know its readers cannot be leading such lives by the virtue of the fact that they are regular visitors here? Never mind.)
April 01, 2007
In a particularly suicidal entry last month, I posed a question with seemingly no compelling answer (in the absence of unwavering commitment to religion): why do we (you, me, people in general) continue to wake up each morning? More bluntly, what keeps us from expediting our reunion with our savior (or decay and decomposition, again depending on your commitment to religion) each day? It was only recently that I discovered le mot de l'énigme, or as we say in American, the key to the puzzle.
April 18, 2007
I hate to disappoint those readers who have become accustomed to reading my angst-ridden entries of late (I swear I am not in high school still!), but I thought I would take a (brief) break from contemplating suicide to discuss a topic that is likely just as uninteresting for the majority of readers: how do I synchronize my Gmail contacts with my CrackBerry™?
