The AI and I: A Love Story (Not really)
The AI and I When ChatGPT arrived, I was told that my job was in danger. Engineers with twenty years of experience were going to be replaced by a chatbot tha...
Est. 2008 · Bangalore, India
"Notes from a man who read too much."
Won a contest, met Anil Kumble, travelled with the team. Peak life achievement, still unmatched. This is where the "cool factor" lives.
→ 02 EssaysCorporate personality enhancement through strategic jazz consumption.
→ 03 AI-RefurbishedCorruption, conscience, and uncomfortable moral arithmetic.
→ 04 FictionThe universe vs. your phone calls.
→ 05 RCB & CricketWhen the fame expires and Monday returns. Post-RCB reflections.
→Posts marked AI-Refurbished are classics from the archives, now enhanced with AI-generated media.
The AI and I When ChatGPT arrived, I was told that my job was in danger. Engineers with twenty years of experience were going to be replaced by a chatbot tha...
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Five Whatevers 1. Object Thou shalt not steal. Else, you are a thief. And the object, Stolen. 2. Work Rose, “I shall have the glory”. Thorn, “I too, will...
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We The People Scenario 1 : Two kids with their Mom Mom : Sonu, Monu ! Come let's go to the Tagore Academy. There's an exhibition on Chola dynasty sculptures....
Ten Years in Industry This June 17th, I will be finishing 10 years in industry. The duration is almost a dog-life. A kid born 10 years ago would have learnt...
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Please Vote For Me I need your votes for the 'Chief Blogger' Contest for Royal Challengers Bangalore. The 'Chief Blogger' gets to travel with the team and bl...
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Bee and the Beast I saw brightness shimmering through the window glasses of his house on that rainy night. Then he opened one of the windows to smell the wet...
Helpless I have come to accept that no matter how much I reason, I am not immune to the whims of surroundings. How else to justify the Bournv...
Trip Home Lull is a funny word. And that’s what this place has been going through for a long while now. I have forgotten how to structure a post to the level...
How we learnt 'English" over the last few decades. Year 1958 . Well, first the basics . Movie : Dilli ka Thug C.A.T. Cat, Cat Maane Billi, R.A.T. Rat, Rat...
The Happening Wednesday evening. Around 9 PM. I called up Chitto to discuss about the Goa-trip that we three (third one being Pravu) had planned for the firs...
A Word Game I’ve got almost three hours left, as these very words are typed, before I default on the grand promise made to myself of writing at least one pos...
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Facebook Agony Aunt Pokers Q. I am being poked and tickled a lot. Yesterday, a classmate I haven’t met for seven years pinched me. How do I react? A. It woul...
Rage Against The Tags I have been busy doing nothing for the entire week. As a result, the blog suffered blatant neglect. Time to make amends. First, a few i...
Men In The Mirror Everyday as I drive to office, I dread that one minute, the time to be spent in the lift. The lift in my office has reflecting surfaces on...
The Profound Lie A solitary word spoken for the entire day and that too was a lie. Optimizations, in daily life, have been stretched too far I guess. Probabl...
Zakmhi Shayar ke Sher 1. Gaane the , taraane the, Sunane ke liye kai afsaane the, Magar wo zamana aur tha, Un dino hum zaraa diwaane the 2. Haqeequt ne y...
Tina Damn the vulnerabilities of daily existence. Just when I was going to coin the term Pseudo-Swines for those who were cashing in on the flu-mania to stay...
So kid, what do you want to be when you grow up ? [Original Post](https://brownphantom.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-kid-what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you.html)...
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Three silly, but very short stories 1. Droplet "I would prefer a blackhole to a sponge", said the suicidal droplet. A river devoured it. 2. Shoes Twins. Bot...
"Ascension" Short Fiction Contest There's this cool short fiction contest going on here. You'll find some fantastic works there. None of the stories are more...
Handshakes, Dating And Succumbing Observing last few posts, I felt that the blog is getting too analytical and didactic. So the second part of the previous p...
Don’t cry over spilt milk Four babies are being born every second. Scientists at ISRO are toiling hard for nation’s first mission to moon this month. Rules a...
In Top 9 For Chief Blogger RCB Just saw the results here. and I am shortlisted in top 9 for the post of chief bloggers. Extremely relieved and happy right n...
What Happens In Dewas Stays In Dewas After six long years, I celebrated Diwali with family in my home town Dewas (fondly called Las Dewas by expatriates). “...
So Far Away Beautiful Joanna lays naked on the beach, sipping her Pina-colada from the crystal glass. Sky is blue and the water green. Waves come and go, and...
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Unborn Before she died, she had one last look at the sky. She has been sleeping since then, only to keep waking in another dream. Now she found herself on a...
Good Old Days After every seven years, you are a new biological person. Defining the boundaries of a new generation is a difficult question and doesn’t have...