Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Get in the ring!
Yuck! Got into an online free-for-all with some jerk some time back. No wonder they call it the Internet Wars!
It started with this chap - DD (as in Demented Douche-bag? Or Donkey to keep it simple) posting about something that he done with some buddies and then bragging that a lot of other people were going green since only these were the privilege few. (Now what gave him that conclusion that everybody is just ready to breathe and eat exactly what he likes?)
So along comes my buddy, the Surgeon - nice chap, polite, charming, quick thinker who knows the in & out of almost all engines - both 2 wheelers & 4 wheelers. Seeing DD's words, he simply tells the guy to grow up. That's it! A torrent of abuses in a melange of words, starts appearing with no fixed
goal of what the nincompoop actually wants to prove. Though taken aback, the Surgeon goes on the offensive. While he has a temper, he is normally soft spoken and ready to accept his mistakes. Not this time! He probes & pokes in every conceivable direction and DD is just about lividly dancing around, still not certain if he wants to speak in English or Hindi. He now calls the Surgeon, a 'mechanic' who's living on other people's bike parts, and some other weird terms.
Well you get the picture - it starts getting murkier!
Now that is something I didn't like. The Surgeon is someone who's got a heart of gold, ready to help anybody and always ready to work on friends vehicles. He does not deserve this. I jump into the fray, with my view that DD does not know exactly what he wants, but thinks that he needs to show that he's done something (whatever that may be). And now DD starts gunning for both our heads. I have better work to do, so I hardly pay much attention, but when I check in a few hours later, I can see its going strong and mean.
Have you seen the Jurassic Park trilogy? You know, when the people start running, you'll see smaller baby tyrannosauruses creeping in trying to get some part of the action, biting here, wailing there and basically showing that they're the next gen wannabes! Now that is what was happening. The 'Chellas' (what we'd call) were circling around, cheering on DD, who still does not know why did it all start. This time the Surgeon goes below the belt, hitting the poop face exactly where it hurts. Unfortunately this really angers him and he's all ready to go physical, snorting and hissing just like Mama T-Rex in the Jurassic movies. Except there's still no fire.
I am really getting put off with the lack of substantial material in DD's arguments, with only bad words and broken phrases making it really difficult for us to understand. This time, I subtly ask the Surgeon to back off. Understandably which idiot is ready to get rabies from a mad dog? If all he wants to do is bark and show the world he's alive, then let him do so. To show everybody that he's actually doing something good, either for himself or for others is a different question altogether. Who wins after all?
By this time, the Surgeon has had enough too and gives a couple of parting shots. DD of course, like his namesake is still baying at the moon. Then he goes onto another friend's profile and starts his sad tale. Well let him do so. Maybe he's not really learned which side is his face and which is his posterior!
Did we give up? I don't think so. While we're ready to accept our faults, we won't accept defeat to some mindless battering. After all we just need to feel sorry for the poor sod, who's just a bit dumber than others and has only an ego to fall back on. We also have our family, friends and our professional life to thank for, that we are indeed better than those who can just bark but not bite!
It started with this chap - DD (as in Demented Douche-bag? Or Donkey to keep it simple) posting about something that he done with some buddies and then bragging that a lot of other people were going green since only these were the privilege few. (Now what gave him that conclusion that everybody is just ready to breathe and eat exactly what he likes?)
So along comes my buddy, the Surgeon - nice chap, polite, charming, quick thinker who knows the in & out of almost all engines - both 2 wheelers & 4 wheelers. Seeing DD's words, he simply tells the guy to grow up. That's it! A torrent of abuses in a melange of words, starts appearing with no fixed
goal of what the nincompoop actually wants to prove. Though taken aback, the Surgeon goes on the offensive. While he has a temper, he is normally soft spoken and ready to accept his mistakes. Not this time! He probes & pokes in every conceivable direction and DD is just about lividly dancing around, still not certain if he wants to speak in English or Hindi. He now calls the Surgeon, a 'mechanic' who's living on other people's bike parts, and some other weird terms.Well you get the picture - it starts getting murkier!
Now that is something I didn't like. The Surgeon is someone who's got a heart of gold, ready to help anybody and always ready to work on friends vehicles. He does not deserve this. I jump into the fray, with my view that DD does not know exactly what he wants, but thinks that he needs to show that he's done something (whatever that may be). And now DD starts gunning for both our heads. I have better work to do, so I hardly pay much attention, but when I check in a few hours later, I can see its going strong and mean.
Have you seen the Jurassic Park trilogy? You know, when the people start running, you'll see smaller baby tyrannosauruses creeping in trying to get some part of the action, biting here, wailing there and basically showing that they're the next gen wannabes! Now that is what was happening. The 'Chellas' (what we'd call) were circling around, cheering on DD, who still does not know why did it all start. This time the Surgeon goes below the belt, hitting the poop face exactly where it hurts. Unfortunately this really angers him and he's all ready to go physical, snorting and hissing just like Mama T-Rex in the Jurassic movies. Except there's still no fire.
I am really getting put off with the lack of substantial material in DD's arguments, with only bad words and broken phrases making it really difficult for us to understand. This time, I subtly ask the Surgeon to back off. Understandably which idiot is ready to get rabies from a mad dog? If all he wants to do is bark and show the world he's alive, then let him do so. To show everybody that he's actually doing something good, either for himself or for others is a different question altogether. Who wins after all?
By this time, the Surgeon has had enough too and gives a couple of parting shots. DD of course, like his namesake is still baying at the moon. Then he goes onto another friend's profile and starts his sad tale. Well let him do so. Maybe he's not really learned which side is his face and which is his posterior!
Did we give up? I don't think so. While we're ready to accept our faults, we won't accept defeat to some mindless battering. After all we just need to feel sorry for the poor sod, who's just a bit dumber than others and has only an ego to fall back on. We also have our family, friends and our professional life to thank for, that we are indeed better than those who can just bark but not bite!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Everytime it rains....
Just love Simone Simons voice in this song.
The entire orchestral music leads are just amazing!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6y2IroJQZyA&feature=related
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