Internal Error 2738 Windows XP

Internal Error 2738 while installing Palm Desktop software..

While searching for a solution for Windows XP , i was redirected to microsoft page and to download some fix for it.But for that you need to install a plugin for checking if the windows box is genuine or what .

Well , I didnt want that to be checked in my machine and tried the Solution for Vista . VOILAA!! it worked..Try this.

 

1) Click on Start > All Programs > Accessories. Right-click on “Command Prompt” and select “Run as Administrator.”

2)At the command prompt, type “cd \” without the quotations, and press enter.

3) Now type “cd Windows\system32\” and press enter.

4) Type “regsvr32 VBScript.DLL” and press enter.

5) Click <OK> in the successful registration window.

6) Install Palm Desktop.

 

An Interesting International Phenomenon

This weekend was rather a strange one.

Strange coz. whatever I had planned was done !!.

It is quite sometime that I am planning to attend interviews. One reason is to find out where I stand among my peers, second to climb the financial ladder if I get a good chance. Whatever be it, I attended two interviews the same day. One around noon and another early evening . Phew , It was a grueling experience I would say !! NO!! not the interviews.

The bright burning sunny dude of our Chennai Summer did try to make a barbecue out of me.

The first interview, Ah, I am gonna cherish it for some long time. I love, YES; I have fallen for the girl who interviewed me. Call it a LOVE @ INTERVIEW or something, my love is TRUE to the CORE. I love her eyes, smile, laughter, way of talking, expressions, BOY!! I will miss her for sure. I really wished the fellow guy interviewer was not around, or else I might have tried to tighten the link and came out of there. After the interview got over, I still wandered around the interview area to get a glimpse of her. This strange thing called love!!. I pray to God, that she reads this blog , identify me and she too have the same feelings for the guy who answered, ” I will Google and do it” for a tough question she shot at him without even blinking for a second!! Ummmaaah to you, my love.

The second interview was another strange one. It was like batting in Australian pitch. Everything was a bouncer for me!! Having nothing to lose I tried the “Bhajji swing” at everything that came to me. I really wonder how I cleared the first round.

Then I was interviewed by a chap who had a pleasant smile and manners. Cleared that too, again, that is another mystery!

Then came the interesting part. The third level of interview was by two experienced computer peckers, who looked like they eat, breath, talk and shit JAVA. Whatever, it felt like a psycho test for me.

eg: The guy with the cap asks : ” Explain your project ” . Without even me opening my mouth, he starts making the sound mmm..mmm.. as though he is answering a call or something.

Those guys might be doing the interview from morning. But this is not the way to treat ME!!. Well I answered to his questions sooooo slowwwwly and sooo descriptive that, most of the time I didn’t need to answer fully. By the time I dragged the answer to a point where they might have lost their patience, they will shoot another one at me. Who cares? They made me wait; now it is their turn.

At another instance one guy asked a question, while answering the question his mobile started ringing and there he goes, out of the room to attend that. Now I turn to the other guy to continue, only to find that he is drawing something on a piece of paper. GRRR .I am not going to let it go that easily. For the very next question he asked, I questioned him back on something. The experienced keyboard pecker got a kick on his ball of wisdom it seems. He got irritated and was staring at me for sometime. Well, who cares again, MY JOB WAS DONE!!. They told me that the HR will contact me with further proceeding. As though I believe that CRAP!!.

Sunday, the day I sleeps till 10 in the morning. Well this time I had to reach Lady Andal by 7.30 to watch the Chennai Fun Run – a vintage/ exotic cars gathering.My real interest was spotting a good 1942 Willys MB , but none participated with a jeep. MY LUCK .

Things I liked in the event were, I got to meet Mr. Prince Frederick. No!!! None from royal family. This is the guy who writes interesting articles in “The Hindu”. His articles about automobiles, kennels, people and their living happens to be my interests too. I like the way he writes and I introduced myself to find a humble , down to earth , non fashionable guy which was really contradicting the image I had in my mind about him reading his lines. So for you guys and gals, this is his snaps. Prince , with your permission. If you happen to read this, I liked you !!

The guys who attended were either pure automobile freaks or else wealthy guys with enough money to buy a piece of history. I particularly liked the person who came with his wife and son , and his attire suggested that he is from a upper class society, yet willing to take the spanner and dirty his shirt to repair the oldies there. Then I liked Mr. Pratap , the old , cool gentleman with a funny looking small car. Which I came to know was a real rare piece. I heard many guys discussing or making fun behind each others back too. Since am a NOBODY there, who cares if am listening. Right??

I saw Gods Must be Crazy Part 1 and 2 , in the two days . The famous SA movie. The very thing director Jamie Uys wanted to convey really fascinated me. Man complicating his life while trying to simplify his problems. Like the bush men, a life without a thursday – a wednesday – a monday – a 7.30 work time , a life without hatred , a life so simple that we live with the basics that we need is the one I think is worth living.

As Andrew Steyn (Marius Weyers) in the movie said , “An interesting international phenomenon” , my mind goes back to the girl who interviewed me ,

Yaayaayaaayaayaaaaaaayiiii..

The great escapade !!!

I was returning home last day, night 7 O’clock.

On my way is my bank’s ATM.

Got my wallet refueled for the next week.

Started my “street hawk”, wrooom..wrooooom…wrooOOOoooOOm..stoppp.

The next major junction!!.

Had to stop or else the vehicles coming from right side , crossing the road and going towards my left would have made a chutney out of me and my bike. Well, had other reason for this abrupt breaking too. I didn’t see the policeman signaling me to stop till the very last millionth of a second before I came to complete halt. Blame it on my dirty helmet visor. Whatever, I lifted my visor and nodded at the police man, yup , I stopped my Highness, Let the vehicles pass by!!.

I think the node was a wrong move or is it that my bike is an, other state registered one. I could see a twinkle in cop’s eyes from that far itself.

He approaches me.

I pray to God, Don’t make him take the keys off.

Well God was pretty fast in responding. He just signaled me to park my bike to the side of the road.

Being an actor from birth and an idiot that I am, it was easy for me to sit like a dumb, as though I didn’t understand his action. He asked “NOC konjam kaattungo” or something. OK, he is not asking me to park anymore . Again my Oscar winning dumber looks.

“NOCCC” at top of his voice again.

Well this time I need to say something. Don’t know why I did that. I patted the trunk or tool box area of my bike and said “Inside, Inside”. He too repeated “Inside” with a disgusting look over my head towards the huge traffic block we (the cop and I) have created. Adding to the situation, someone honked too..

EEE..Now he has more trouble on his plate and walks back to his previous position, most probably cursing the high time traffic. Thank heavens..leave NOC , I was not having proper pollution certificate and Insurance. Lucky me!!!

I would like to dedicate this blog to all who have gathered behind me and supported me with their impatient looks and honks.

To say the least..I owe you all, a portion of my 100 bucks that would have been on cops pockets by now.

Thank yaaa one and all!!!

A confusion called GIRLS!!

A and B are good friends . Not just good friends , they are best buddies. They don’t have much secrets between them .In recent past A has gone for his studies abroad. B is in his home country pecking keyboard for a living. So the story goes this way.

One fine sunny day , B gets to know that a girl , call her C , who used to be A and B’s batch mate during their graduation, got married. You may ask, What is so strange in that ?? Well, she got married a month back and none from her friends circle knew it officially. There are always some guys who gathers all these gossips, they knew it on time , but kept mum. B don’t care an inch for C ,so B is least bothered of C not inviting him.

Now B calls A and says , Bro , you remember that girl C ?? She got married last month and nobody knew it .To have some masala for the story B commented that she might have eloped with someone. Normally crazy A went dumb struck mute for 2 – 3 seconds. B asked , What CRAP??. A as usual  threw his emotional speech at B , for which A got an ear full. After lot of abusing and persuasion , he spit out the truth on promise that B won’t tell anyone.

It goes like, A met C , sometime during his vacation before going abroad and they got along well and started calling each other on phone. They used to share their adventures after the time they ( A,B,C , everyone ) left the graduation and told about their affairs etc. So A was aware of C’s affair with a guy of another religion and C’s family opposing it and eventual break up. B got aware of A’s rendezvous of similar kind. The telephone romance went smoothly until one day C’s sister snatched the mobile from her hand and asked if A is interested in marrying C.C too confessed that she is having a crush on A and she too is willing .That was a question from cosmic void for A and A nodded NO to that. There ended the romance and he flew abroad for studies.

Within a month C is getting married !!!. A got so emotional ( Don’t mind , he gets emotional for everything ) and told B  that , C might have taken this hasty step because of A’s denial of C’s love. B was also lost in deep thoughts. Hmmm..(During graduation B had a crush on C . At that time A only setup everything for the proposal , which C denied .Now you know why B was least bothered , right ? )

Well ,later on B comes to know that C eloped with someone new , that too within a month of proposing A . When B called up A to inform this , A was wondering and lecturing about the complexity of female psychology.

The last scene of the story is A and B sharing a vulgar joke on C and other girls they met over a mug of beer and laughing off.

End of story!!

Personal Note :C is another specimen for B’s inability to understand women. For him the quest to decipher them remains as an unfinished challenge!!

Hope he acheive that in this mortal life.

Legal Note : Any resemblance to any real character is pure coincidence .( This will save my…err.. B’s promise ).

March Marches Away

Was pretty busy on almost all weekends last month.
First weekend went to Thirupathi
2nd weekend went to bangalore
3rd weekend went to home town
4th absolutely lazy and relaxed @ home..

Nothing much happening to life . Work is getting monotonous and am feeling kinda bored these days
Last week, i removed a tooth , 3rd molar …eew was kinda scary and painful..