Wednesday, June 30, 2004

GAME: A Twist on the Mouse Maze



Click on the Start button above. Then...

Use arrow keys to help the mouse get to the cheese. The first round is simple. In second round, the arrow keys are changed. In the third round, the arrow keys change dynamically during the game. A case for consistent interface.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

The Meatrix










Excellent work by TheMeatrix.Com. May just turn you a vegetarian.

Friday, June 11, 2004

Ads I Love: Pepsi Outdoor

Right under the nose of the rival. The cola wars don't get any better.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

VIDEO: Vande Mataram

4 mts 51 secs

Click on the image above, and then click on play button once it becomes available.

This video marked the birth of the slick national-integration music-videos. This first of Bharatbala productions from 1998 does make the little hair on the back of your neck stand up. It does manage to inspire pride and patriotism. Vande mataram, countrymen.

P.S. - Vande Mataram is, of course, the national song of India. For many freedom-fighters it was a greeting, war-cry and sacred hymn. The above video is not a music video of the national song, even though it does borrow the title. The national song is as under:

Vande mataram, vande mataram, vande mataram
Vande mataram, vande mataram, vande mataram

Sujalam sufalam malyajasheetalam
Shashyashyamalam mataram

Shubra jyotsna pulkit yaminim
Phulla kusumit drumdalshobhinim
Suhasinim sumadhur bhashinim
Sikhdam vardam mataram

Kotikotikanth kalkalninand karale
Kotikotibhujairdhritkharvale
Ke bole ma tumi abley
Bahubaldharinim namamitarinim
Ripudal varinim mataram

(Mother, I bow to thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Green fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.)

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

GAME: Curve Ball



Click to serve the ball.

Move around mouse to move the paddle.