Written on Monday, August 24, 2009 by Unknown
Today, during the course of random browsing i stumbled across this small piece of interesting information.
(Produced Verbatim below from the source)
{ The Google Natural Number Game
Google employee Neil Fraser asks:
What is the smallest natural number which when Googled produces no results?
e.g. 155253458363
}
Now since this has been posted all over the net, the actual answer changed. And it has been changing rapidly since then. Last i checked it was 155253458367
and moments later it is 155253458368.
So now i have decided to take on Google search and keep updating this blog by changing the answer till google indexes it. I know I would be fighting against a machine and it might be even futile but what the heck I would atleast know how fast google crawls web (and ofcourse my blog). I am also thinking what if i end up upsetting some top brass in Google who decide to ban this blog (am using their blogging service after all.) Or I might end up having friends who think I am completely jobless (most already think so). Whatever happens, I think, is worth the risk :)
Update - They are really really fast. My blog has been indexed. The answer now is 155253458369.
155253458370 :)
One of my readers (ilango) pinged me and pointed out that the new answer is 155253458371.
Strange Things Happening...
I suddenly have noticed that the index has started moving backwards. The answer changed back to 155253458370. I was like "Did Google remove my index?".. Next day the answer was 155253458369.. And now it is 155253458368. Did i win?
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Written on Thursday, July 30, 2009 by Unknown
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Written on Thursday, July 16, 2009 by Unknown
Virgin
Radhika
One Radhika = reports to Ankit
Two Radhika = Bang into each other while laughing
Three Radhika = Poor Himanshu
Four Radhika = Poor VMI
Ankit
One Ankit = Cheap bastard
Two Ankit = change the way VMI works
Three Ankit = report to one ankit
Four Ankit = World does not have enough space
Ankur
One Ankur = Equals entire People Team
Two Ankur = Are u nuts?
Sahil
One Sahil = Is on phone
Two Sahil = Is on phone
Three Sahil = Is on phone
Four Sahil = Network Congestion
Arun
One Arun = Is cribbing about carom board
Two Arun = is cribbing about tv
Three Arun = is cribbing about two arun
Four Arun = I change my planet
... More to follow
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Written on Tuesday, June 30, 2009 by Unknown
(It’s just a pure coincidence that title of my previous post and this one have word "Night" in common. You might be wondering is this some Nighty blog (watever that means). No it's not.)
The title was just to catch your attention. In our communication classes we called it hook. And now since you are hooked (of course you are), “The first Night” was the first night at our new House. Big deal, you may ask. But when people are updating the world about them cleaning their desktop (that was me btw) through the facebooks and twitters of the world, the first night at a new home definitely warrants a full blog entry of its own.
I kept my right foot first (because am right handed) and then my left foot (because I have two legs). The house was burning hot and Sahil flung into action, immediately. He was out of his shirts before me, Arun or the house could realize it. I actually wondered if he had walked like this all the way from office. Arun was grunting something. I was SURE he had walked like this all the way from office.
The house has one large room, one larger hall and not so large terrace (but then we have three of them… no not the houses but terraces). I can see Qutub Minar from two of it. Arun retired early. Sahil put the phone on his ear and also went off to sleep. I kept roaming around in the large hall and not so large terrace. Had switched off all the lights in the house but a few yellow lights from the street lamps were still stealing their way through the windows. An hour passed by and Arun was still grunting. Concerned I went into the room only to find that it was just the fan. He had slept long back.
Me still not sleepy, came out again. Suddenly saw something moving in a corner. I froze. So did it. I moved. So did it. Genius me, realized that it was just a glass. It reminded me of Anthony from that AB movie. Bored as I was, I actually started talking to Anthony. I wasn’t drunk!
I came back to my room at about 2:30 . Heard some noises. No it wasn’t fan this time. Not even Arun. It was Sahil still on the phone. The lights were switched off, he was lying on the bed forming a triangle with his elbows, shoulders and ears being the three vertices. Absolutely no movement, just the voice. When I went close I realized he didn’t even have a phone. The guy was talking in his sleep.
All of sudden Anthony appeared from nowhere, looked at me and said, “Welcome to the house!”
P.S 1 – I confess that it was the most content less blog entry ever written but I had to do it. It’s one of those block breaker entries and I promise lots of enriching post after this.
P.S 2 – I totally seem to be addicted to Facebook. The other day I was actually wondering if my life was a facebook newfeed, whether I would have “Like”d it. There are times when I look at people and feel like writing comments on their face. And when I was house hunting I had to convince myself that 4 facebook walls would not make a house.
Disclaimer 1: Sahil and Arun are for real.
Disclaimer 2: I copied this style from a friend's blog and took due permission before doing so. Here is a copy of the "right of use".
me: i am stealing your ps1 and ps2 idea for my next (and probably from now on all entry) in my blogs
5:15 PM and no due credit would be given
you are free to call me a chor in the comments part
i wont delete it
am busy right now
so here you go.. CHOR!!
me: ok
:)
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Written on Wednesday, June 11, 2008 by Unknown
As usual i opened my laptop to catch up with those must watch but pending-since-long movies, on the train from Calcutta..... ok Kolkata to Darbhanga. Few minutes later, I was cursing Vijaya Mallaya for providing those cheap kingfisher headphones in their flight which would invariably fail when you would need them the most. I am sure there must be better ways to recoup your billions you so thoughtfully invested in your Test 20 (pardon the pun) team. Anyways, the movie by now, almost oblivious of me, was already into its 3rd minute as if to suggest it does not care about anything that happens outside the laptop.
I ruefully informed them (the movies) their time has not come yet and then moved on to look at my co passengers. By now every passenger in the train had settled down and knew where everyone else was going. This question aap-kahan- jaaoge (where are u going) could arguably be termed as the best ice breaker of the world, invented by some unknown Indian traveler in 18th century. If Indian railways carries 80 lakh passengers every day then this questions gets thrown in at least 50 lakh times a day. However, when somebody tosses up that question to you in a Mumbai bound flight you can’t help but just wonder how people have taken this idea a little too far. Though I did reply to him, “Mumbai, and You?” with the most inquisitive looks mixed with feelings of astonishment. He too replied, in fact very earnestly, “Mumbai”. I now thank Vijaya Mallaya for putting up those glasses in the windows of their aircraft or I would have jumped straight out of it in that moment of haplessness.
There were two more people and a family in my compartment. It was badly lit, thanks to the yellow light inside and dark clouds outside. There was this person lying on the seat right in front of me, completely bald, resting his head on a small black pouch. I wondered why he needed that when there were two pillows lying just next to him. After few moments, when he woke up and sat upright i noticed that small black pouch had risen up with him sticking to his head on the back. I concentrated a little hard to figure out how it happened and then cursing the bad light i realized it was actually not a pouch but a huge bushy bunch of hair covering the back of his head and spreading wide on both ends. So he was only half bald. If you were to look at his head from the top, it would look like some round spherical heavenly body which had a slippery shining northern hemisphere while southern hemisphere had dark dense tropical forests. He didn’t speak a single word in the entire journey and would soon go back to sleep along with his black pouch, still sticking to his head.
Then there was this interesting chap, who according to him had met almost every famous person in this world. He never named any, he just called them “bade-bade log”. He runs this huge chain of factories and keeps buying 3-4 of them every year. He even showed a few of them from the window of the moving train. :O . He also warned us not to mistake him by his clothes or his appearance because he believed in simple life and hated people who showed off. Understandably people had a hard time controlling their sheepish grins. This person indeed was a man of “Big talks” and he did carry them with élan. He recently met GM of RBI (whatever it is supposed to mean) who had actually come to meet him at his factory. RBI is the place where crores and crores of rupees and coins are minted, he added candidly for the ignorant souls. He described his conversation with the GM.
GM – You are one sample
The big talk guy – Yeah I am sample, just like you
I banged my head three times onto the walls of compartment, and then i realized he actually meant simple, and both of them coincidentally believed in simplicity-is-the-best-policy.
And finally there was this family, husband and wife and their poor little kid who had to perform all his school rhymes to the train audience which included the occasional passer bys and chai wallahs. The parents kept on proving to everybody that they had indeed produced a whizkid. Meanwhile the whizkid singed, danced, taught us alphabets and mathematics tables relentlessly, much to the pride of their beaming parents. By end of the journey I could remember kid’s resume by heart which included his name, class, school name, name of mam and age (no not of mam).
By now i had overcome the tragedy of conked out headphones. I was thinking how Indian railways could be the perfect epitome of colourful Indian diversity which we all fondly love to talk about. I got on my berth to catch up with some sleep; meanwhile nobody in the train seemed to get tired. The train kept on moving, the half baldy kept snoring, the big talks kept becoming bigger and the kid was already on his way to become a prodigy.
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