I will not eat until i have rats running down my stomach.
I will not eat till my tummy is full
I will not eat more than twice a day.
I will not gyrate each time i see dark chocolate.
I will change my hangout place from the 'Monginis Cake Shop' nearby to 'Rahul Fitness Centre' and will convince all my friends to do the same.
I will not drink more than 2 cups of free coffee at office per day.
I will try to lose my weight in an 'Arithmetic progression' and will undertake any means possible to keep the mathematical function alive.
I will get up at 5:30am every day and jog for atleast 3-5 kms.
I will have Brad Pitt as my inspiration.
Well, these 'were' my last New Year's (2007) resolutions and pretty bazzaire too as you must have found out. Luckily I managed to hold on to a few of them too... most unwantingly as, the 'Free Coffee Machine' was shifted to another wing so, couldn't have access to it other than mornings and evenings. Took up jogging religiously and in the process. befriended a lotta 'Uncles and Aunties' along with some chicks (which were not to be seen on weekdays) so, even voluntarily, i couldn't break the process as the 'Elders' (i will refer 'Uncles and Aunties' to 'Elders' as it makes typing easier) would call at 5:15am every day to make sure i gave them company.
Angelina Jolie was my fantasy chick so, Brad naturally became my nemesis and couldnot remain a role model (i replaced him with Nishant- a super lanky guy from my office and took his personal tips instead).
I continued to keep up the jogging part and can proudly state that currently i do run 13-14 kms at a stretch (had to take this drastic step as Elders couldn't keep up and i wanted to politely shrug them off. Imagine hearing a stock market and a politics- blabber along with 'Aaj kal ke naujawan kitne bighad gaye hain' type discussion every single morning!!).
Could not change the hangout zone as reportedly 'Nice' chicks visited the cake shop religiously and the implementation of my suggestion was naturally not feasible.
The gyratings continued at every desirable entity (couldn't help habit).
Weight loss surprisingly did happen, and in an arithmetic progression (this part is debatable) but, at a very slow pace. The only satisfying part being the investment to return ratio was very high (I invested only in running shoes, those too from the grey market). Yeah, it paints a fine picture but, I wanted my waist to reduce and that frustratingly did not happen. It was extremely irritating to see my body to take a better shape (better than a round one earlier) at the end of all that, you see that flab of fat around your waist. No matter what (even 50 ab squats every day) i did, it did not go, it reduced in size but, it wont leave. I argue, why does Sinhaji's Dog which is well fed (much more than well fed) does not accumulate fat? Why does Nishant get a lanky figure and gets to keep it and not me? Why does Keira Knightley have no fat on her body? (this might be a bit too far huh?).
I tried every trick in the book, searched the net for fat burning medicines tried herbal advices given by the Elders (Are biotech guys listening?) but no help for the fat around my waist. I am able to see the linings on my stomach now (muscular linings i.e.) but the fat is still there, like its made to stay, like its the inherent part of my body (eg. kidneys, lungs, heart, etc.).
So, here is the New year again, time for new resolutions and new lines to be drawn (supposedly not to cross). And, i am going to break all that i had promised myself last year. Yeah, thats my resolution. I am gonna grow fat again... like the fat around my waist needs company of some more. Like Asha aunty says Beta, you seem to be stopped growing (i am still trying to decipher what it does mean),
I wanna grow again.
And, what better way than growing from within and also from the outside?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Two Girls Molested In Mumbai On New Years Eve.
New year's eve came and went, I am sure many of us would had spent a lot amount of effort (and money of course) to ensure that we all had (highly overrated) fun. Argue that we have to go with the flow.
The next day, i wake up with a hangover (I am not an alcoholic, lot of mixed up food caused it) wondering why no mishaps reported in the news papers? Had MUMBAI lost its charm of being notoriously criminal on eves (esp. NEW YEAR'S EVE) or had the newspapers gone cold and let the criminal incidents by (considering they were a common phenomena and didn't deserve any mention)? This actually made me perplexed (more irritated considering newspapers getting casual about criminality also considering the cut throat competition which is why they show jumping monkeys and claim them to be miracles then why not this time?)
Then came a settler,
Two Girls Molested In Mumbai On New Years Eve Outside JW Marriott Hotel By More Than 40 Guys
There were smaller events also, i.e. Five guys die when their car (one of them was a civil worker) rams into a truck early morning. Now i feel normal again. (I am conditioned to such stuff you see...)
Since i am on a week-long holiday (my co is anorexic of happy people), I had a lotta time to kill.
So, what do i do? I sit and contemplate on today's newspaper.
1.Why did this happen?
2.What factors led to such a catastrophe?
3.Most importantly, Who or which type of guys did this?
Oh did i mention that a foreigner was also molested in Cochin?
We as citizens of INDIA have to understand this fact that one of our fundamental rights is
The right to travel and settle at any part of our country (with certain constitutional limitations, not applicable in this case)
Now, considering the situation, Picture this:
Now the really serious stuff starts:-
A lotta guys mainly migratory workers (We as INDIANS are inherently DESPOS esp in the rural areas as we have limited exposure to the opposite sex and so, we are vulnerable towards this issue more so when we all are in an inebriated state and spot a weak target to let out our barbarisms (more-so instinct).
Can we help this? Can we not drink? Can we not be happy (not enjoy)? Do is see some affirmatory nods?
The problem is that, the ones who earn some money (good amount, enough to pay disco passes worth 4500/- or more per night per person) are in a safe disco/pub where you can while away the night happily and drink all the time and then return home in the morning stating you had a good time. Whereas, the ones who cannot afford or have their funds reserved for the water work, they drink merrily all thru the time and then set out on the roads (even they have the right to clean enjoyment you see..), remember, they are drunk. Then the inevitable happens: They spot two good looking gals (even Tun-Tun of yester-years would be Beyonce to them at that time) and propelled by instinct get close and the fireworks follow (you know what i mean).
Now, did all that happened for good, should we turn a blind eye towards it? Do i see some nods in disapproval?
No, thats right, it shouldn't had happened, MUMBAI is a safe place for women you see... People behave themselves right? But what when we cant? Cause we just CANT, the control factor is shut down. The ones on roads are in the same state as those in four walls, but those enclosed, are controlled by guys who are there to do that. What about open places? Yeah right, POLICE is there for that... But that too will happen when they will be present which they were not (they were present at more lucrative nakas where they get or extract their NEW YEAR GIFTS). They were at all places other than where they were supposed to be.
Yeah we can debate on the presence of authoritarians endlessly but i have one grudge, Were the VICTIMS illiterate? Were they SANE? Did they not understand this major fact that the guys will be drunk on the roads? Did they not understand that they will be molested if they went in front of those drunkyards?
DO I GET THE MESSAGE THROUGH?
p.s. Commissioner was heard sating that the POLICE cannot do more in terms of security.
We call MUMBAI Cosmopolitan and do not understand the meaning of this word?
The next day, i wake up with a hangover (I am not an alcoholic, lot of mixed up food caused it) wondering why no mishaps reported in the news papers? Had MUMBAI lost its charm of being notoriously criminal on eves (esp. NEW YEAR'S EVE) or had the newspapers gone cold and let the criminal incidents by (considering they were a common phenomena and didn't deserve any mention)? This actually made me perplexed (more irritated considering newspapers getting casual about criminality also considering the cut throat competition which is why they show jumping monkeys and claim them to be miracles then why not this time?)
Then came a settler,
Two Girls Molested In Mumbai On New Years Eve Outside JW Marriott Hotel By More Than 40 Guys
There were smaller events also, i.e. Five guys die when their car (one of them was a civil worker) rams into a truck early morning. Now i feel normal again. (I am conditioned to such stuff you see...)
Since i am on a week-long holiday (my co is anorexic of happy people), I had a lotta time to kill.
So, what do i do? I sit and contemplate on today's newspaper.
1.Why did this happen?
2.What factors led to such a catastrophe?
3.Most importantly, Who or which type of guys did this?
Oh did i mention that a foreigner was also molested in Cochin?
We as citizens of INDIA have to understand this fact that one of our fundamental rights is
The right to travel and settle at any part of our country (with certain constitutional limitations, not applicable in this case)
Now, considering the situation, Picture this:
Now the really serious stuff starts:-
A lotta guys mainly migratory workers (We as INDIANS are inherently DESPOS esp in the rural areas as we have limited exposure to the opposite sex and so, we are vulnerable towards this issue more so when we all are in an inebriated state and spot a weak target to let out our barbarisms (more-so instinct).
Can we help this? Can we not drink? Can we not be happy (not enjoy)? Do is see some affirmatory nods?
The problem is that, the ones who earn some money (good amount, enough to pay disco passes worth 4500/- or more per night per person) are in a safe disco/pub where you can while away the night happily and drink all the time and then return home in the morning stating you had a good time. Whereas, the ones who cannot afford or have their funds reserved for the water work, they drink merrily all thru the time and then set out on the roads (even they have the right to clean enjoyment you see..), remember, they are drunk. Then the inevitable happens: They spot two good looking gals (even Tun-Tun of yester-years would be Beyonce to them at that time) and propelled by instinct get close and the fireworks follow (you know what i mean).
Now, did all that happened for good, should we turn a blind eye towards it? Do i see some nods in disapproval?
No, thats right, it shouldn't had happened, MUMBAI is a safe place for women you see... People behave themselves right? But what when we cant? Cause we just CANT, the control factor is shut down. The ones on roads are in the same state as those in four walls, but those enclosed, are controlled by guys who are there to do that. What about open places? Yeah right, POLICE is there for that... But that too will happen when they will be present which they were not (they were present at more lucrative nakas where they get or extract their NEW YEAR GIFTS). They were at all places other than where they were supposed to be.
Yeah we can debate on the presence of authoritarians endlessly but i have one grudge, Were the VICTIMS illiterate? Were they SANE? Did they not understand this major fact that the guys will be drunk on the roads? Did they not understand that they will be molested if they went in front of those drunkyards?
DO I GET THE MESSAGE THROUGH?
p.s. Commissioner was heard sating that the POLICE cannot do more in terms of security.
We call MUMBAI Cosmopolitan and do not understand the meaning of this word?
Am I a FAILURE?
After reading the morning newspaper, I realized CAT results were declared. Sadly, their servers crashed and i got my results through SMS. 87 percentile cant be that bad, I thought, yes they were a bit below the standard set in my community averaging 91 and hence I was below average but its ok.. I kept telling myself. There are quite a few good colleges who accept that score but not those of my area of interest. I wanted a diversion from 'Female Starved' Mech engg co to the other type- A Media company. Well, there's always the next time.
We are a bunch of few guys in my locality... not all of them whom i can call as friends but, we all socialize together in the evenings, hangout, play and do all casual stuff... Also many of them had appeared for the CAT and naturally we were discussing the outcome... two got 97-98, some of us got 86-90 other four got 91-93, the highest being 98.1. Us, the back benchers (most of whom i can actually call as friends) were having our level of discussion, y'know the 'We got a low percentile and hence which colleges we applied were a waste.' type and those above the average level were having their type of discussion. Barring some 4-5 guys, none of the rest were nerdy types. Naturally the one who got the highest was snobbing off.. Many were in awe.. he was after all among the coveted best 3% of INDIAN population. Well, the air of success and satisfaction was evident and we all settled down for a cuppa coffee nearby. Then the topper sat with us (which is an exception, he never tags along with us) and started his ga-ga about all those colleges he'd applied for will be accepted and blah blah... Then came a startler, he sympathized about our results and thats where i tipped.
The rest is not important but, its guys like him that make the institute he's getting admitted to, abhorred by me. I hate such guys and they are typically found in high-rise institutes where nerds get loozened up and achieve greatness. I am wrong, I know but putting up with such types is next to impossible, thats why i want a creative exposure in media (the aforementioned reason still holds true). Well, thats different.
Ever had a life where you have to put up with pessimistic parents every day? I am a rebel, i know and want to lead my own path. Wanted to get into a company of my fantasies and got into it.. left it, not cause i realized my fantasies were wrong but cuz of official reasons like HR and stuff... y'know all that. Then, i got into a mediocre co.. An unknown co... e.g. The earlier was the best in engineering in the country with a turnover of over 10,000 crores and the present has its turnover of over 100 crores. I joined not cause i was humiliated to join it but, it was a stone-throw distance form my residence. The pay is good too also is the environment, I get time to try out all that i wanted to but couldn't cause time was hard to find. I am in content buy my friends and parents are not... I am currently single also due to the same reason. I know, the society differentiates on not what you are but which co you go to... I can understand outsiders but my parents.. they should had understood my POV. I mean I get to play football after work.. almost daily and i am happier than earlier days but parents... they as always oppose it. They want their son to have that TAG... no matter if their son is getting a brain hemorrhage over there but the TAG is important.
Its funny in a certain sense that you realize the society out of your perspective. the way they treat you.. a first-hand experience.
We are a bunch of few guys in my locality... not all of them whom i can call as friends but, we all socialize together in the evenings, hangout, play and do all casual stuff... Also many of them had appeared for the CAT and naturally we were discussing the outcome... two got 97-98, some of us got 86-90 other four got 91-93, the highest being 98.1. Us, the back benchers (most of whom i can actually call as friends) were having our level of discussion, y'know the 'We got a low percentile and hence which colleges we applied were a waste.' type and those above the average level were having their type of discussion. Barring some 4-5 guys, none of the rest were nerdy types. Naturally the one who got the highest was snobbing off.. Many were in awe.. he was after all among the coveted best 3% of INDIAN population. Well, the air of success and satisfaction was evident and we all settled down for a cuppa coffee nearby. Then the topper sat with us (which is an exception, he never tags along with us) and started his ga-ga about all those colleges he'd applied for will be accepted and blah blah... Then came a startler, he sympathized about our results and thats where i tipped.
The rest is not important but, its guys like him that make the institute he's getting admitted to, abhorred by me. I hate such guys and they are typically found in high-rise institutes where nerds get loozened up and achieve greatness. I am wrong, I know but putting up with such types is next to impossible, thats why i want a creative exposure in media (the aforementioned reason still holds true). Well, thats different.
Ever had a life where you have to put up with pessimistic parents every day? I am a rebel, i know and want to lead my own path. Wanted to get into a company of my fantasies and got into it.. left it, not cause i realized my fantasies were wrong but cuz of official reasons like HR and stuff... y'know all that. Then, i got into a mediocre co.. An unknown co... e.g. The earlier was the best in engineering in the country with a turnover of over 10,000 crores and the present has its turnover of over 100 crores. I joined not cause i was humiliated to join it but, it was a stone-throw distance form my residence. The pay is good too also is the environment, I get time to try out all that i wanted to but couldn't cause time was hard to find. I am in content buy my friends and parents are not... I am currently single also due to the same reason. I know, the society differentiates on not what you are but which co you go to... I can understand outsiders but my parents.. they should had understood my POV. I mean I get to play football after work.. almost daily and i am happier than earlier days but parents... they as always oppose it. They want their son to have that TAG... no matter if their son is getting a brain hemorrhage over there but the TAG is important.
Its funny in a certain sense that you realize the society out of your perspective. the way they treat you.. a first-hand experience.
Predict Our Future
I was reading Harvard Business Review lately, but of an older edition, there they discussed the social scenario in the next 20 years and suggested a streamlined approach to do it yourself. I was impressed!
It dealt with a topic of totally new happenings, extremely sudden which will influence their times, something out of the blue which will cause a revolution and change the course of history. Why will that happen and how much time will it last. What when that will fizzle out, will anything else take over? If yes, what can that be? Discussion was in totality, the reader (me in this case) would be transfixed, fixated to the concept. Never was something of this novelty exposed to me and that too this simple (Well, it seemed simple after reading it all.).
I was totally hung on to it for two whole days, thinking about the points it stated to predict your own version of the future, which all according to you will make an impact?
I thought of the WWW, even iPOD for that case, YOUTUBE, Email, mobile phones, all sort of things but I had never considered RELIGION in my thoughts, I always had considered myself to be secular, true to the INDIAN spirit, UNITY IN DIVERSITY i used to think and then i read about the feud between Christians and RSS in Orissa.
This changed my approach drastically... Suddenly I found myself differentiating on communal grounds, What made some religions tick? What made them stand the course of time? Why are they still revered by their own faithfuls? Why is this first and probably the most important point of differentiation? And then, this little puny sized mass of jelly weighing a little more than 1.5 Kgs. steered in a completely new direction, BENCHMARKING.. If you are good, how can you make yourself better? If you are the best, how can you leave competition behind by miles?
Interestingly, if you observe, any new startup trying to wriggle itself out of obscurity has something new to offer, something so profound that users of that segment are tempted to deviate from their tried-tested area to that unknown new ground. If we apply that to religion, I myself being a HINDU, was highly pleased to hear that CHRISTIANS were and had a history of going the extra step in helping mankind, they are the ones to set up health camps (This is in context without any reference to NGOs and any otiose government agencies), shelters, etc. The JAINS for that matter have BHRAMHAKUMARIS, a wonderful organisation running by parallel lines, The MUSLIMS being very protective of their religion have Madarassas to help their kin, every religion for that instance has something or the other which has bonded into faith.
Now, I being from the majority part of the INDIAN population, should not be thinking about all this but sadly had to... Why cant we be better? Why cant we take cues from these and better ourselves? Why cant we organize shelters? Why cant we set up health camps? It may serve a dual purpose, for those authoritarians, it may serve as advertisement and for followers, it may serve as a new spark of humanity within themselves. Why cant we do that? Why cant we apply the PDSA cycle here? Are TQM principles inapplicable to religion?
Do we need Joseph Juran, Edwards Deming, Armand Feigenbum or of those types (From present era those who are alive of course) to put some sense? I do not call out just towards my faith for that instance, I call out to every faith, Every creed for that matter to better itself. If that happens, me turning into a total optimist is not far.
Alchemy may take over then.
It dealt with a topic of totally new happenings, extremely sudden which will influence their times, something out of the blue which will cause a revolution and change the course of history. Why will that happen and how much time will it last. What when that will fizzle out, will anything else take over? If yes, what can that be? Discussion was in totality, the reader (me in this case) would be transfixed, fixated to the concept. Never was something of this novelty exposed to me and that too this simple (Well, it seemed simple after reading it all.).
I was totally hung on to it for two whole days, thinking about the points it stated to predict your own version of the future, which all according to you will make an impact?
I thought of the WWW, even iPOD for that case, YOUTUBE, Email, mobile phones, all sort of things but I had never considered RELIGION in my thoughts, I always had considered myself to be secular, true to the INDIAN spirit, UNITY IN DIVERSITY i used to think and then i read about the feud between Christians and RSS in Orissa.
This changed my approach drastically... Suddenly I found myself differentiating on communal grounds, What made some religions tick? What made them stand the course of time? Why are they still revered by their own faithfuls? Why is this first and probably the most important point of differentiation? And then, this little puny sized mass of jelly weighing a little more than 1.5 Kgs. steered in a completely new direction, BENCHMARKING.. If you are good, how can you make yourself better? If you are the best, how can you leave competition behind by miles?
Interestingly, if you observe, any new startup trying to wriggle itself out of obscurity has something new to offer, something so profound that users of that segment are tempted to deviate from their tried-tested area to that unknown new ground. If we apply that to religion, I myself being a HINDU, was highly pleased to hear that CHRISTIANS were and had a history of going the extra step in helping mankind, they are the ones to set up health camps (This is in context without any reference to NGOs and any otiose government agencies), shelters, etc. The JAINS for that matter have BHRAMHAKUMARIS, a wonderful organisation running by parallel lines, The MUSLIMS being very protective of their religion have Madarassas to help their kin, every religion for that instance has something or the other which has bonded into faith.
Now, I being from the majority part of the INDIAN population, should not be thinking about all this but sadly had to... Why cant we be better? Why cant we take cues from these and better ourselves? Why cant we organize shelters? Why cant we set up health camps? It may serve a dual purpose, for those authoritarians, it may serve as advertisement and for followers, it may serve as a new spark of humanity within themselves. Why cant we do that? Why cant we apply the PDSA cycle here? Are TQM principles inapplicable to religion?
Do we need Joseph Juran, Edwards Deming, Armand Feigenbum or of those types (From present era those who are alive of course) to put some sense? I do not call out just towards my faith for that instance, I call out to every faith, Every creed for that matter to better itself. If that happens, me turning into a total optimist is not far.
Alchemy may take over then.
Little Manhattan
This is the first time you see... I cannot recall anything else than I know that I have gone through it before, I have a hint of what had happened real time. Then my little beloved devil sister thanks me for showing the movie 'Little Manhattan'. Then, the pieces come together. I suddenly recall everything, that wonderful movie, those days when I was a kid, when I liked a girl in my class, those times when she seemed the most beautiful lady on this planet, her smile, her frown when I used to come late to school cause we had lost our quality time together. Our after-school lunches together, those 6 months were really blessed. We used to do almost everything together after-school that is. She used to make my hair, we used to watch evening cartoons on DD (no cable TV that time), I would be the donald duck and she would be daisy. We also had our life planned out, I played the guy who earned bread and she looked after the house, I loved to rest my head on her shoulders, hold her hand, since she liked Tom n Jerry, I saved a bit to get the tape on hire and we saw it together.
All this was saved from the outer Universe, everything we had was a secret. We tried to keep everything within doors. Our world started at 6:30am to 7:00am then from 1:30 pm to 5:30 pm. that was the time that was never mine, as if the divine souls within us had taken control. This was no simple attraction, we rarely spoke to each other but, that silence was just pure divine. My parents left for work at 9am and returned after 7pm so did her's just that her mom was back early at 5:30pm. So, to accommodate us all, our parents decided that we all (my sis, me, she, her baby brother) stay together at my place after school.
Then, her father got transferred to Hyderabad and that affection has never returned since. I remember that fateful (its not filmy) afternoon after we had our finals over, her parents were at my house and they left never to come back. I did not cry, I did not feel sad but, I craved for her presence, days passed and I learnt the art of quelling those hormones within me. Till now, I had never recalled those days but just 1 dream scooped those memories back to me, I could hear her hesky voice in the distant part of my brain, its been 17 years but still fresh. Why was the quelling machinery dead cold now? I am not used to these hormones run amok within me.
This past life of mine ran almost parallel to the movie, I never said those words nor kissed her though. That was so innocient, it was a flow with some mysterious magnetism emanting from each-other. I was afraid that some one might get a wind of it and the magic would end. Well, it ended but I kept my promise.
Suddenly guys call again and I have to go, to distract myself form this present golden flashback, to save myself from the misery that will follow, to hold me from putting someone else into a similar misery.
The game was not perfect, it never is but, it served its purpose. Our team lost 21-16. Guys compared us to the ManU v/s New Castle 6-0 thrashing and everything is normal for the moment but the door to the past has been opened, I may wander to it again though I wont want to.
I am not designed to live a normal life and so should I feel.
Thank you again Star Movies for showcasing the movie.
p.s. I have started writing blogs not for recogniion but for those who read them and forget their time to divinity.
Mahabaleshwar, Dirt Cheap, 550 Rs only.
Back in college days, we had this 4-day holiday and I had a few plans of my own, U know.. the usual, Will go swimming at a friend's well in Old Belgaum, go to the small lonely hill-rock, we called it Rang De Basanti spot and spend the night with a quilt of stars above us, party in the fields near to our college where there was literally no soul nearby to disturb us, go to the sugarcane fields and have some of that, typically, Liberate myself from the internal exams those had just passed.
But... Destiny had some plans of her own. Not like I had never been to Mahabaleshwar earlier, but I had never explored it, never seen the unseen side of the city, never been to the stables where horses are bred, never tried my stint at the nearby nursery, teaching kids A B C D... Those were actually unthought of even in my wildest dreams... Well, it happened...
My friend, he wanted to go out of town.. he had just broke up u see... and, he was badly in need of friendly support and a change to get him back to normal (He better get back to normal, I was bearing his part of misery). We suggested Kolhapur as it was very near from Belgaum, just 2 hours drive and hence, we could get back in a day. But, he wanted Mahabaleshwar.. I knew he was kidding.. Trip to other state? And that too during college sem? Goa seemed a better option but, he was adamant... Trying to be a man, he bet that he will not drink in misery hence, GOA was out of the question, well, the decision happened in 5 mins flat. I was supposed to have dinner at my mess, get an extra dinner parceled, pick a friend on the way to Aniket's room and we will catch any bus that leaves towards Mumbai.
Hey.. did we for get something? What about finance? Who has money? Arent we eternally broke? A guy had just got his cheque encashed... unluckily... So, that hurdle cleared.. Plans? Who has plans? Its not that I m gonna go 250 Kms and come back in a day... Well, leaving nearly everything to GOD, we left.. Remember its 10:30 pm.. night and its freezing cold, Well, I found myself standing with 6 other guys trying to stop every four wheeled piece of machinery on the highway inquiring availability of seats.. No luck... But I was getting confident of a quick return to my room where a nice warm bed lay in wait. No bus... its 12:30 pm... And we decide to return back to our respective rooms calling it a day.... YIPPEEE!
I am at last spared of our madness... We return to Aniket's room and discuss stuff... U know.. Guy stuff... then, he starts that misery talk again and its 1 hour now, he's not stopping.. We all decide to give it another try.. WTF.... I wanna return to my room.. U guys can go to any godforsaken place on this Solar System, I am not gonna come.. But, if you have had your stint with friends, U will know that Its hard to convince all to halt or even slow down their plans... Well, same here, I had to drag along.
We headed straight to the ST stand... Night, no soul on the road, but buses do their part of giving our ST stand a visit 24 hours a day... On reaching, we realize that there is a bus to Mumbai at 2:00 am... Why do they have buses at unworthy hours when there are no passengers? (I wanna beat up the one responsible for this timetable.. literally). Guys are happy and so should I...
We board the bus... Ask for 7 tickets to Satara... 85 bucks each... First financial casualty. As speculated, the whole bus is EMPTY.. except for us, no-other passenger. We return to our sleep... Alas!! that wouldn't happen.. thanks to roads by Govt. Of INDIA and freezing cold air blowing through the gaps of windows.. I was to be the first INDIAN dying of frost-bite Luckily, I survived the test of nature and the ST... Do they know that suspension is a major part of a vehicle that they seemed to have missed out?
Well, its 7:00 am and we are there.. at last!! But what about all morning stuff n all? I gotta go to the bathroom... Well, the Govt has everything figured out... there are provisions in the depot... 2rs each.. We are broke remember... then, we have the 'Poha' as our breakfast.. I eat 3 plates I suggest hire a cab for two days and spend our holidays in peace and call it a disaster... But guys donot listen... Assholes wanna try out a no-holds-barred approach and donot heed my advice. We take a van to Mahabaleshwar... those ferrying types.. 15 bucks each.. there, we have another breakfast.. Vada Pav... the common-man-food. Try the same old approach.. take ferrying vehicles to the various spots... been-there-done-that and, the night grows upon us.. I am scared.. these bunch of retards with me will lead us to dooms-day cause, they decide to spend the night out in open.. Its winter and we are on a hill-station... I try to reason out loud but no use... then, an old guy nearby hears our commotion and puts ahead his offer... Some family of whose he is the house keeper is ready to allow us to spend a night at this place... 25 bucks a person a night. Is GOD watching.. Do I have a Guardian Angel? Well, the problem was, his place was at a distant, inner part of Mahabaleshwar. No choice scenario, we go to his place... He manages stables and we have to sleep in the shed... It was HEAVENLY I tell you... Apart from the stink which grew up on us, a nice straw bed, a quilt each, a bonfire.. we had it all..
Dunno when I woke up It was pretty early... The old guy tries his hand at Good Morning.. I do all my morning stuff and then wake up others... A nice warm water bath.. then we all get out for our exploring but this time, the old guy is our guide... The price-- 50 rs extra... And that was the most memorable part of Mahabaleshwar that he showed us... Little alleys where they have their honey-processing industries, Cottage industries making all sorts of gifts... little kids showing us their stuff.. I couldnt help buy buy a few. There they also give us their honey-wine.. Yeah, they have that too, very light and sweet. Day passes at a lightening speed.. Bonfire, playing with horses and, we go to sleep... Again I wake up early do my stuff but dont feel like wakin the others... Its a holiday after all... After exploring a bit, i understand there's a nursery nearby.. The VANDE MATARAM song was going on so, i stand there, Dunno how I got into it but I got into a conversation with the head master and he convinces me to try teaching the basic A B C D to the little tots. Its not EASY I tell you... Little devils are affectionate and I find drawing coconut trees on the board instead... GOD, I want my child hood back.. I take leave, having failed, I understand I am not made for nursery teaching, bid adeu to the class, the headmaster and head back to our room... This time, we do not go out buy play with the horses instead, In the evening, the old guy invites us for dinner at his place. Dirt cheap, we had to eat there. Food was no doubt delicious and pretty warm.. Did we touch their lives or is it the other way round? End of Day Three.
Morning.. nothing different but, I get up a bit late..
This time, we bid adeu to the old guy, give him 50 rs extra for takin such good care.. try the locals for the last time and get to the ST stand, finding the same bus empty and ready to leave, we board with memories like no other, reach early, its 10:30pm.. That bloody bus, it was a whole 4 hrs late for us. I am in Belgaum.. but i miss Mahabaleshwar...
We divide the cost.. it turns out to Rs 530 per head... Awesome...
I bunk college the next day in pretex of rest.. but I did not need one Mahabaleshwar had refreshed me for life after all.
But... Destiny had some plans of her own. Not like I had never been to Mahabaleshwar earlier, but I had never explored it, never seen the unseen side of the city, never been to the stables where horses are bred, never tried my stint at the nearby nursery, teaching kids A B C D... Those were actually unthought of even in my wildest dreams... Well, it happened...
My friend, he wanted to go out of town.. he had just broke up u see... and, he was badly in need of friendly support and a change to get him back to normal (He better get back to normal, I was bearing his part of misery). We suggested Kolhapur as it was very near from Belgaum, just 2 hours drive and hence, we could get back in a day. But, he wanted Mahabaleshwar.. I knew he was kidding.. Trip to other state? And that too during college sem? Goa seemed a better option but, he was adamant... Trying to be a man, he bet that he will not drink in misery hence, GOA was out of the question, well, the decision happened in 5 mins flat. I was supposed to have dinner at my mess, get an extra dinner parceled, pick a friend on the way to Aniket's room and we will catch any bus that leaves towards Mumbai.
Hey.. did we for get something? What about finance? Who has money? Arent we eternally broke? A guy had just got his cheque encashed... unluckily... So, that hurdle cleared.. Plans? Who has plans? Its not that I m gonna go 250 Kms and come back in a day... Well, leaving nearly everything to GOD, we left.. Remember its 10:30 pm.. night and its freezing cold, Well, I found myself standing with 6 other guys trying to stop every four wheeled piece of machinery on the highway inquiring availability of seats.. No luck... But I was getting confident of a quick return to my room where a nice warm bed lay in wait. No bus... its 12:30 pm... And we decide to return back to our respective rooms calling it a day.... YIPPEEE!
I am at last spared of our madness... We return to Aniket's room and discuss stuff... U know.. Guy stuff... then, he starts that misery talk again and its 1 hour now, he's not stopping.. We all decide to give it another try.. WTF.... I wanna return to my room.. U guys can go to any godforsaken place on this Solar System, I am not gonna come.. But, if you have had your stint with friends, U will know that Its hard to convince all to halt or even slow down their plans... Well, same here, I had to drag along.
We headed straight to the ST stand... Night, no soul on the road, but buses do their part of giving our ST stand a visit 24 hours a day... On reaching, we realize that there is a bus to Mumbai at 2:00 am... Why do they have buses at unworthy hours when there are no passengers? (I wanna beat up the one responsible for this timetable.. literally). Guys are happy and so should I...
We board the bus... Ask for 7 tickets to Satara... 85 bucks each... First financial casualty. As speculated, the whole bus is EMPTY.. except for us, no-other passenger. We return to our sleep... Alas!! that wouldn't happen.. thanks to roads by Govt. Of INDIA and freezing cold air blowing through the gaps of windows.. I was to be the first INDIAN dying of frost-bite Luckily, I survived the test of nature and the ST... Do they know that suspension is a major part of a vehicle that they seemed to have missed out?
Well, its 7:00 am and we are there.. at last!! But what about all morning stuff n all? I gotta go to the bathroom... Well, the Govt has everything figured out... there are provisions in the depot... 2rs each.. We are broke remember... then, we have the 'Poha' as our breakfast.. I eat 3 plates I suggest hire a cab for two days and spend our holidays in peace and call it a disaster... But guys donot listen... Assholes wanna try out a no-holds-barred approach and donot heed my advice. We take a van to Mahabaleshwar... those ferrying types.. 15 bucks each.. there, we have another breakfast.. Vada Pav... the common-man-food. Try the same old approach.. take ferrying vehicles to the various spots... been-there-done-that and, the night grows upon us.. I am scared.. these bunch of retards with me will lead us to dooms-day cause, they decide to spend the night out in open.. Its winter and we are on a hill-station... I try to reason out loud but no use... then, an old guy nearby hears our commotion and puts ahead his offer... Some family of whose he is the house keeper is ready to allow us to spend a night at this place... 25 bucks a person a night. Is GOD watching.. Do I have a Guardian Angel? Well, the problem was, his place was at a distant, inner part of Mahabaleshwar. No choice scenario, we go to his place... He manages stables and we have to sleep in the shed... It was HEAVENLY I tell you... Apart from the stink which grew up on us, a nice straw bed, a quilt each, a bonfire.. we had it all..
Dunno when I woke up It was pretty early... The old guy tries his hand at Good Morning.. I do all my morning stuff and then wake up others... A nice warm water bath.. then we all get out for our exploring but this time, the old guy is our guide... The price-- 50 rs extra... And that was the most memorable part of Mahabaleshwar that he showed us... Little alleys where they have their honey-processing industries, Cottage industries making all sorts of gifts... little kids showing us their stuff.. I couldnt help buy buy a few. There they also give us their honey-wine.. Yeah, they have that too, very light and sweet. Day passes at a lightening speed.. Bonfire, playing with horses and, we go to sleep... Again I wake up early do my stuff but dont feel like wakin the others... Its a holiday after all... After exploring a bit, i understand there's a nursery nearby.. The VANDE MATARAM song was going on so, i stand there, Dunno how I got into it but I got into a conversation with the head master and he convinces me to try teaching the basic A B C D to the little tots. Its not EASY I tell you... Little devils are affectionate and I find drawing coconut trees on the board instead... GOD, I want my child hood back.. I take leave, having failed, I understand I am not made for nursery teaching, bid adeu to the class, the headmaster and head back to our room... This time, we do not go out buy play with the horses instead, In the evening, the old guy invites us for dinner at his place. Dirt cheap, we had to eat there. Food was no doubt delicious and pretty warm.. Did we touch their lives or is it the other way round? End of Day Three.
Morning.. nothing different but, I get up a bit late..
This time, we bid adeu to the old guy, give him 50 rs extra for takin such good care.. try the locals for the last time and get to the ST stand, finding the same bus empty and ready to leave, we board with memories like no other, reach early, its 10:30pm.. That bloody bus, it was a whole 4 hrs late for us. I am in Belgaum.. but i miss Mahabaleshwar...
We divide the cost.. it turns out to Rs 530 per head... Awesome...
I bunk college the next day in pretex of rest.. but I did not need one Mahabaleshwar had refreshed me for life after all.
I Love @#$%@~&!!!!
I don't understand the attitude of media personalities towards life. They seem to jump from one extreme to the other like dropping catches in cricket. Also, they have no regrets for it. There are some who have managed to hold their line or more to say maintain their IMAGE in their viewers minds of being the larger than life Guy/Gal.
Are they peculiarly above society? Are they above law? Well, anyone with requisite
qualifications (read money, contacts, influence) has to be above law, if you have it all and then too you get prosecuted, heavy chances are either you are an idiot or, the whole society is against you and you are headed towards doomsday. I understand that they feel they are above the law or something but, still, how can your personal ethics allow you to follow extreme paths.. Influential religious leaders have been accused of murder, if they have done it, I can understand that they have at least in depth knowledge of the meaning of life, of consciousness and, hence they can evade their conscience (To beat the system, first know the system) but, what about those who are mere mortals? You just cant run away from yourself right?
Wait... What am i discussing about? My POV is... You can hold a line of life.. any line..
you see, an academician cannot be a fool just like that.. he just cannot. A politician cannot be a normal man... he just cant live as one.. Man, I am deluded.... Dunno where this is taking it.. You get proved being a terrorist, act in a movie like Lagey Raho Munnabhai and then, endorse GOA PAN MASALA, come from a family with a politician sister... This should definitely not go down well with the junta...
You have Amir khan, he portrays an image towards the society by making commendable movies and
maintains it by being a part of the public in events like Narmada Bachao Andolan.. Its different that he was not aware of what actually it was for, but you do get my point. There are innumerable ones too who donot get into the mess at all... Then there is Salman Khan.. The guy with the magical touch, He will kill people on the road, kill endangered species, kill anyone he wants, is a member of the underworld, an asshole in short but still will manage to garner votes for a Madame Tussads Wax Statue. How does he do it? I wanna learn the act!!! He even has Katrina Kaif on his side...
Dont even get me started on politicians...
Guess this is what makes us PROUD INDIANS...
That asshole Amitabh Bacchan endorses the Lead INDIA campaign having Amar Singh, a very
tainted politician by his side calling him a brother.. That Amar Singh has every deal in the RED... Whatever he touches is bound to be something illegal...
I need some sleep...
Are they peculiarly above society? Are they above law? Well, anyone with requisite
qualifications (read money, contacts, influence) has to be above law, if you have it all and then too you get prosecuted, heavy chances are either you are an idiot or, the whole society is against you and you are headed towards doomsday. I understand that they feel they are above the law or something but, still, how can your personal ethics allow you to follow extreme paths.. Influential religious leaders have been accused of murder, if they have done it, I can understand that they have at least in depth knowledge of the meaning of life, of consciousness and, hence they can evade their conscience (To beat the system, first know the system) but, what about those who are mere mortals? You just cant run away from yourself right?
Wait... What am i discussing about? My POV is... You can hold a line of life.. any line..
you see, an academician cannot be a fool just like that.. he just cannot. A politician cannot be a normal man... he just cant live as one.. Man, I am deluded.... Dunno where this is taking it.. You get proved being a terrorist, act in a movie like Lagey Raho Munnabhai and then, endorse GOA PAN MASALA, come from a family with a politician sister... This should definitely not go down well with the junta...
You have Amir khan, he portrays an image towards the society by making commendable movies and
maintains it by being a part of the public in events like Narmada Bachao Andolan.. Its different that he was not aware of what actually it was for, but you do get my point. There are innumerable ones too who donot get into the mess at all... Then there is Salman Khan.. The guy with the magical touch, He will kill people on the road, kill endangered species, kill anyone he wants, is a member of the underworld, an asshole in short but still will manage to garner votes for a Madame Tussads Wax Statue. How does he do it? I wanna learn the act!!! He even has Katrina Kaif on his side...
Dont even get me started on politicians...
Guess this is what makes us PROUD INDIANS...
That asshole Amitabh Bacchan endorses the Lead INDIA campaign having Amar Singh, a very
tainted politician by his side calling him a brother.. That Amar Singh has every deal in the RED... Whatever he touches is bound to be something illegal...
I need some sleep...
A letter by Pakistani Journalist... Just Imagine
Twenty-five thousand years ago, haplogroup R2 characterized by genetic marker M124 arose in southern Central Asia. Then began a major wave of human migration whereby members migrated southward to present-day India and Pakistan (Genographic Project by the National Geographic Society;). Indians and Pakistanis have the same ancestry and share the same DNA sequence. Here's what is happening in India:
The two Ambani brothers can buy 100 percent of every company listed on the Karachi Stock Exchange (KSE) and would still be left with $30 billion to spare. The four richest Indians can buy up all goods and services produced over a year by 169 million Pakistanis and still be left with $60 billion to spare. The four richest Indians are now richer than the forty richest Chinese.
I
n November, Bombay Stock Exchange's benchmark Sensex flirted with 20,000 points. As a consequence, Mukesh Ambani's Reliance Industries became a $100 billion company (the entire KSE is capitalized at $65 billion). Mukesh owns 48 percent of Reliance.
In November, comes Neeta's birthday. Neeta turned forty-four three weeks ago. Look what she got from her husband as her birthday present: A sixty-million dollar jet with a custom fitted master bedroom, bathroom with mood lighting, a sky bar, entertainment cabins, satellite television, wireless communication and a separate cabin with game consoles. Neeta is Mukesh Ambani's wife, and Mukesh is not India's richest but the second richest.
Mukesh is now building his new home, Residence Antillia (after a mythical, phantom island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean). At a cost of $1 billion this would be the most expensive home on the face of the planet. At 173 meters tall Mukesh's new family residence, for a family of six, will be the equivalent of a 60-storeyed building. The first six floors are reserved for parking. The seventh floor is for car servicing and maintenance. The eighth floor houses a mini-theatre. Then there's a health club, a gym and a swimming pool. Two floors are reserved for Ambani family's guests. Four floors above the guest floors are family floors all with a superb view of the Arabian Sea. On top of everything are three helipads. A staff of 600 is expected to care for the family and their family home.
In 2004, India became the 3rd most attractive foreign direct investment destination. Pakistan wasn't even in the top 25 countries In 2004, the United Nations, the representative body of 192 sovereign member states, had requested the Election Commission of India to assist the UN in the holding elections in Al Jumhuriyah al Iraqiyah and Dowlat-e Eslami-ye Afghanestan. Why the Election Commission of India and not the Election Commission of Pakistan? After all, Islamabad is closer to Kabul than is Delhi.
Imagine, 12 percent of all American scientists are of Indian origin; 38 percent of doctors in America are Indian; 36 percent of NASA scientists are Indians; 34 percent of Microsoft employees are Indians; and 28 percent of IBM employees are Indians.
For the record: Sabeer Bhatia created and founded Hotmail Sun Microsystems was founded by Vinod Khosla. The Intel Pentium processor, that runs 90 percent of all computers, was fathered by Vinod Dham. Rajiv Gupta co-invented Hewlett Packard's E-speak project. Four out of ten Silicon Valley start-ups are run by Indians. Bollywood produces 800 movies per year and six Indian ladies have won Miss Universe/Miss World titles over the past 10 years.
For the record: Azim Premji, the richest Muslim entrepreneur on the face of the planet, was born in Bombay and now lives in Bangalore.India now has more than three dozen billionaires; Pakistan has none (not a single dollar billionaire).
The other amazing aspect is the rapid pace at which India is creating wealth. In 2002, Dhirubhai Ambani, Mukesh and Anil Ambani's father, left his two sons a fortune worth $2.8 billion. In 2007, their combined wealth stood at $94 billion. On 29 October 2007, as a result of the stock market rally and the appreciation of the Indian rupee, Mukesh became the richest person in the world, with net worth climbing to US$63.2 billion (Bill Gates, the richest American, stands at around $56 billion).
Indians and Pakistanis have the same Y-chromosome haplogroup. We have the same genetic sequence and the same genetic marker (namely: M124). We have the same DNA molecule, the same DNA sequence. Our culture, our traditions and our cuisine are all the same. We watch the same movies and sing the same songs. What is it that Indians have and we don't?
Indians elect their leaders.
I have a point to make here.. This piece of information is not mine, I have nothing to do with the statistics provided in this blog I don't know how much of it is correct but, what I can infer from this article is to imagine the EFFECTS OF NOT HAVING A DEMOCRACY, EFFECTS OF NOT HAVING A GOOD GOVERNANCE,
INDIA as a democratic country has progressed by its own pace, albeit a screwed up political system, we have progressed in a commendable manner. Its the citizens, the businessmen, entrepreneurs, many more those have been the fuel to this progress engine. Isnt it time we as INDIANS woke up form our mediocre mentality and took a step in the right direction, a step for cleansing or at least electing the right leaders?
We are lethargic towards election, We will put up a hell of a fight with the system to get a voter's card but will not vote... Where is this leading us?
Wake up friends, Just visualize the growth this COUNTRY can outdo if we have the proper people at the right places...
We can get them there, just have to vote the right leaders. Just a little bit of research about who are the candidates and who among them you think is the best.
The two Ambani brothers can buy 100 percent of every company listed on the Karachi Stock Exchange (KSE) and would still be left with $30 billion to spare. The four richest Indians can buy up all goods and services produced over a year by 169 million Pakistanis and still be left with $60 billion to spare. The four richest Indians are now richer than the forty richest Chinese.
I
n November, Bombay Stock Exchange's benchmark Sensex flirted with 20,000 points. As a consequence, Mukesh Ambani's Reliance Industries became a $100 billion company (the entire KSE is capitalized at $65 billion). Mukesh owns 48 percent of Reliance.
In November, comes Neeta's birthday. Neeta turned forty-four three weeks ago. Look what she got from her husband as her birthday present: A sixty-million dollar jet with a custom fitted master bedroom, bathroom with mood lighting, a sky bar, entertainment cabins, satellite television, wireless communication and a separate cabin with game consoles. Neeta is Mukesh Ambani's wife, and Mukesh is not India's richest but the second richest.
Mukesh is now building his new home, Residence Antillia (after a mythical, phantom island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean). At a cost of $1 billion this would be the most expensive home on the face of the planet. At 173 meters tall Mukesh's new family residence, for a family of six, will be the equivalent of a 60-storeyed building. The first six floors are reserved for parking. The seventh floor is for car servicing and maintenance. The eighth floor houses a mini-theatre. Then there's a health club, a gym and a swimming pool. Two floors are reserved for Ambani family's guests. Four floors above the guest floors are family floors all with a superb view of the Arabian Sea. On top of everything are three helipads. A staff of 600 is expected to care for the family and their family home.
In 2004, India became the 3rd most attractive foreign direct investment destination. Pakistan wasn't even in the top 25 countries In 2004, the United Nations, the representative body of 192 sovereign member states, had requested the Election Commission of India to assist the UN in the holding elections in Al Jumhuriyah al Iraqiyah and Dowlat-e Eslami-ye Afghanestan. Why the Election Commission of India and not the Election Commission of Pakistan? After all, Islamabad is closer to Kabul than is Delhi.
Imagine, 12 percent of all American scientists are of Indian origin; 38 percent of doctors in America are Indian; 36 percent of NASA scientists are Indians; 34 percent of Microsoft employees are Indians; and 28 percent of IBM employees are Indians.
For the record: Sabeer Bhatia created and founded Hotmail Sun Microsystems was founded by Vinod Khosla. The Intel Pentium processor, that runs 90 percent of all computers, was fathered by Vinod Dham. Rajiv Gupta co-invented Hewlett Packard's E-speak project. Four out of ten Silicon Valley start-ups are run by Indians. Bollywood produces 800 movies per year and six Indian ladies have won Miss Universe/Miss World titles over the past 10 years.
For the record: Azim Premji, the richest Muslim entrepreneur on the face of the planet, was born in Bombay and now lives in Bangalore.India now has more than three dozen billionaires; Pakistan has none (not a single dollar billionaire).
The other amazing aspect is the rapid pace at which India is creating wealth. In 2002, Dhirubhai Ambani, Mukesh and Anil Ambani's father, left his two sons a fortune worth $2.8 billion. In 2007, their combined wealth stood at $94 billion. On 29 October 2007, as a result of the stock market rally and the appreciation of the Indian rupee, Mukesh became the richest person in the world, with net worth climbing to US$63.2 billion (Bill Gates, the richest American, stands at around $56 billion).
Indians and Pakistanis have the same Y-chromosome haplogroup. We have the same genetic sequence and the same genetic marker (namely: M124). We have the same DNA molecule, the same DNA sequence. Our culture, our traditions and our cuisine are all the same. We watch the same movies and sing the same songs. What is it that Indians have and we don't?
Indians elect their leaders.
I have a point to make here.. This piece of information is not mine, I have nothing to do with the statistics provided in this blog I don't know how much of it is correct but, what I can infer from this article is to imagine the EFFECTS OF NOT HAVING A DEMOCRACY, EFFECTS OF NOT HAVING A GOOD GOVERNANCE,
INDIA as a democratic country has progressed by its own pace, albeit a screwed up political system, we have progressed in a commendable manner. Its the citizens, the businessmen, entrepreneurs, many more those have been the fuel to this progress engine. Isnt it time we as INDIANS woke up form our mediocre mentality and took a step in the right direction, a step for cleansing or at least electing the right leaders?
We are lethargic towards election, We will put up a hell of a fight with the system to get a voter's card but will not vote... Where is this leading us?
Wake up friends, Just visualize the growth this COUNTRY can outdo if we have the proper people at the right places...
We can get them there, just have to vote the right leaders. Just a little bit of research about who are the candidates and who among them you think is the best.
Ekta Kapoor is JAPANESE
MANGA means comics in Japanese and is consiered to be the oldest form of comic books. Of Japanese origin, it consists of HENTAI (those non-adult types, adult types are a major though), Super-man types, etc. They have a really wide array of comics ranging form and to every type of situation and characters possible. Japan leads the Cartoon industry due to a strong background of the Manga and have amazing cartoons also based on them. DragonballZ (I personally love that), PokeMon, BenTen, all are based on Manga or are Manga.. as Manga has evolved into television.. you name em, you have em...
Ekta Kapoor is the undisputed leader of family soaps.. Her soaps according to me majorly are about 10 hours of crying (it surely seems 10), one or two influential BABES who manage to pull themselves into seemingly impossible situations and get out of that with amazingly simple solutions, unimportant and dud characters. It bears resemblance to Manga in each and every way.
Any one who has a minimum exposure of 1 hour watching ANIMAX or for that matter Cartoon Network with aforementioned shows should relate to this discussion.
Here are the startling similarities:
1. Eye candy: Ekta Kapoor has highly desirable characters in her soaps. Every Gal/Guy is desireable. Lead characters have to be one of the most beautiful. The BABES dress like there's no tomorrow, even the bhaji-wali bai has a designer dress. Ladies (pay attention here) strut their stuff with 500gm make-up, even grand-moms are desireable to Birju Kaka. Manga too offers its viewers beautiful characters catering to every type of demand.
2. Zoom cameras: Manga wins marginally here. Ekta Kapoor's cameras ultra-zoom into their object such that they put an electron microscope to shame. They are ultra-fast too, producing a sonic boom every time they zoom. Manga for that case has the same capabilities but at a slower pace, capturing every micro-millimetre facial change. Zooming from the end-of-the-universe to the footwear of the character.. How extensive can you get? Zoom angels are absurd though.
3. Impossible situations: Manga has amazingly diverse impossible situations in its cartoons although, the solutions may or may not be simple. Its characters come out with a winning note nevertheless, maybe for the kids to learn fine aspects of creativity (the 'Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost' scenario). Ekta Kapoor for that matter offers impossible situations with simple solutions but the same tried n tested 'Damsel In Distress' scenario (Men liberation activists cry foul).
4. Backgrounds: Ekta kapoor offers lavish sets but puny outdoor scenarios. Manga offers awesome outdoor scenarios. They range from Impossible planets which restore themselves after destruction after every commercial break.
5. Background score: Ekta Kapoor's are filed up with a wide array of scores ranging from OSO's ost to 007's theme. Except the serial verse, every piece of music used is plagiarised. Manga for that instance is original in every aspect. Every score is lisensced for that cartoon. Take DraganballZ's score, Its awesome!!! Its by LINKINPARK themselves. Manga has good scores, hence it wins here.
6. Slow Motion: Manga is much better in this area. They have ultra slow motion where you can even draw an En-I reaction graph of those elements being affected (Chem students know what I am talkin about). They have an ultra slow motion at every phase change in the serial/cartoon. Even Matrix triology as no-competition to them. EK's are a bit dud here. Low speed cameras ultra-zoom but are not so smooth.. be it tying a mangal-sutra or a fall of a glass of milk on the floor (you can even count the drops spilled if you pay attention), those cameras capture all but are not smooth.
The conclusion: Ekta Kapoor is from JAPAN. She has minutely understood the Manga like the back-of-her-hand. And one can only do that if you are among them. If she's got an INDIAN citizenship, authorities should take action.
Her soaps suck. Manga ROCKS. I love Hentai..... the non-adult part of course.
Research students can get an A grade if they just copy-paste this material for themselves.. Please send monetary benefits to me if you stand to gain any advantage from this.
Ekta Kapoor is the undisputed leader of family soaps.. Her soaps according to me majorly are about 10 hours of crying (it surely seems 10), one or two influential BABES who manage to pull themselves into seemingly impossible situations and get out of that with amazingly simple solutions, unimportant and dud characters. It bears resemblance to Manga in each and every way.
Any one who has a minimum exposure of 1 hour watching ANIMAX or for that matter Cartoon Network with aforementioned shows should relate to this discussion.
Here are the startling similarities:
1. Eye candy: Ekta Kapoor has highly desirable characters in her soaps. Every Gal/Guy is desireable. Lead characters have to be one of the most beautiful. The BABES dress like there's no tomorrow, even the bhaji-wali bai has a designer dress. Ladies (pay attention here) strut their stuff with 500gm make-up, even grand-moms are desireable to Birju Kaka. Manga too offers its viewers beautiful characters catering to every type of demand.
2. Zoom cameras: Manga wins marginally here. Ekta Kapoor's cameras ultra-zoom into their object such that they put an electron microscope to shame. They are ultra-fast too, producing a sonic boom every time they zoom. Manga for that case has the same capabilities but at a slower pace, capturing every micro-millimetre facial change. Zooming from the end-of-the-universe to the footwear of the character.. How extensive can you get? Zoom angels are absurd though.
3. Impossible situations: Manga has amazingly diverse impossible situations in its cartoons although, the solutions may or may not be simple. Its characters come out with a winning note nevertheless, maybe for the kids to learn fine aspects of creativity (the 'Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost' scenario). Ekta Kapoor for that matter offers impossible situations with simple solutions but the same tried n tested 'Damsel In Distress' scenario (Men liberation activists cry foul).
4. Backgrounds: Ekta kapoor offers lavish sets but puny outdoor scenarios. Manga offers awesome outdoor scenarios. They range from Impossible planets which restore themselves after destruction after every commercial break.
5. Background score: Ekta Kapoor's are filed up with a wide array of scores ranging from OSO's ost to 007's theme. Except the serial verse, every piece of music used is plagiarised. Manga for that instance is original in every aspect. Every score is lisensced for that cartoon. Take DraganballZ's score, Its awesome!!! Its by LINKINPARK themselves. Manga has good scores, hence it wins here.
6. Slow Motion: Manga is much better in this area. They have ultra slow motion where you can even draw an En-I reaction graph of those elements being affected (Chem students know what I am talkin about). They have an ultra slow motion at every phase change in the serial/cartoon. Even Matrix triology as no-competition to them. EK's are a bit dud here. Low speed cameras ultra-zoom but are not so smooth.. be it tying a mangal-sutra or a fall of a glass of milk on the floor (you can even count the drops spilled if you pay attention), those cameras capture all but are not smooth.
The conclusion: Ekta Kapoor is from JAPAN. She has minutely understood the Manga like the back-of-her-hand. And one can only do that if you are among them. If she's got an INDIAN citizenship, authorities should take action.
Her soaps suck. Manga ROCKS. I love Hentai..... the non-adult part of course.
Research students can get an A grade if they just copy-paste this material for themselves.. Please send monetary benefits to me if you stand to gain any advantage from this.
Women CAN'T COMMUNICATE.
Women have a huge communication problem...
Whoever female species that can read or are reading this blog are to be informed that author's intent/character is not taken into consideration. This blog is completely fictious.
Male species can send material tokens of appreciation to me if they benifit in any way.
Okay.. back to our discussion...
Women have a huge communication gap which cannot be filled by any effort whatsoever. Women are very difficult to understand.(Wait.. did I miss the 'impossible' word here?) Well, they are not impossible (If they were impossible, I would had been a virgin for eternity.. which I am certainly not) but, sometimes (actually every time) the male species take a bit more time than alotted for processing the input request.. This is actually wrong, the above situation is as hopeless as it can be in terms of Women Understanding Men kind!!
Ya, you read it right, Women cannot understand men... We are simple creatures with simple needs like FOOD, TV, SEX and SLEEP (BEER too for those who drink), Any other need is obligaory, an acessory. We have limited understanding.. limited enough to understand our needs and work our way towards attaining them. We cannot process complex things and thats the main reason why we lag behind in impressing the female kind. I swear, I am not kidding... Okay.. so, you dont believe me huh?? Here's an example that prompted me to belch out my query...
My friend (Its my FRIEND.. not ME...) likes this girl.. I mean he really likes her.. and will go to some extent in running errands just to make her realise that he is interested in her.. I assume (I am perfectly sure that she knows this but not ready to acknowledge this fact due to obvious reasons) that she has a faint idea about it! (Knavish creatures they....! I know they just do it to satiate their hunger for vileness) So, its winter and her B'day is approaching fast and our bony lad's gotta impress her fast to get lucky!! (why else did you think...) okkkkaaaayyy... its not true, he kinda has a soft corner for her and WONT EVEN THINK OF SUCH GHASTLY ACTS... He just wants to make her acknowledge the fact that she too likes him. So, he asks her what is the thing that she badly wants... Anything thats been on her mind for sometime now... Y'know, doing the subtle homework... And so, he realises that its a designer top with a sunflower design and a very costly rose embroidered at its shoulder... Actually, he is ordered to get it but, the address is not told... (I told ya.. they can't comunicate or they just pretend to.) Now, he is supposed to get the top in two days without knowing where is it actually available... Well, he kinda knows where but, just cuz its on sale at INORBIT SHOPPER'S STOP for a price that will dry his balance, he wants to get from any other shop its available in. Now, if you have experienced some of this, you will know that a same top is impossible.. (I stress on IMPOSSIBLE) to find anywhere else on this planet other than the shop its seen once.. (YAY!! A new Murphy's Law created!) So, after a whole day's labour which can put GOOGLE to shame, he is deeply unwillingly ready to part with the money he's saved to get the new NVIDIA 8500 GT graphics card... Sadly, one of his needs has to be fulfilled you see... So, he gets that dress just to make her happy (and nothing else) on her B'day.
And, that moment arrives.. that moment when she's gotta say those three words that will grant him... No No... what am I thinking.... So, the moment's here, she's all smiles wearing the top, and then, those words.. 'YOU ARE THE BESTEST OF ALL BESTEST FRIEND I CAN HAVE, MORE THAN A BOYFRIEND'... Now, what did that mean? Does it mean she acknowledges the fact that we can have consensual sex? Boyfriends have sex right? I wanna be a boyfriend.. not more... What does bestest of the bestest friend mean? Does it mean 'limit I -> boyfriend'? Why are girls like a cryptex? Why can they be simple? Simplicity is nature right? Why cant girls be natural? What did those words actually mean? I emptied my account for her.... Sacrificed a game of HellGate for her... Does she understand that? Shit... I don't wanna be the bestest of bestest friend. Only if she could be a little simple... At least I wont be writing this blog.
So, proved... YES I PROVED BEYOND DOUBT that girls just cant communicate... I mean, the only other species they can communicate intelligently (okay, not intelligently) to are males.. so, why not talk in a lingo which they understand? WHY??? What does 'bestest of bestest friend' means anyway?
Now, lets be a set of dignified human beings and not bray for my blood.. I am a normal human being and you girl-kind are not... Btw, you can be booked for murder so, its against the law to kill me....
Oh yes.. WOMEN cant DRIVE either...
Whoever female species that can read or are reading this blog are to be informed that author's intent/character is not taken into consideration. This blog is completely fictious.
Male species can send material tokens of appreciation to me if they benifit in any way.
Okay.. back to our discussion...
Women have a huge communication gap which cannot be filled by any effort whatsoever. Women are very difficult to understand.(Wait.. did I miss the 'impossible' word here?) Well, they are not impossible (If they were impossible, I would had been a virgin for eternity.. which I am certainly not) but, sometimes (actually every time) the male species take a bit more time than alotted for processing the input request.. This is actually wrong, the above situation is as hopeless as it can be in terms of Women Understanding Men kind!!
Ya, you read it right, Women cannot understand men... We are simple creatures with simple needs like FOOD, TV, SEX and SLEEP (BEER too for those who drink), Any other need is obligaory, an acessory. We have limited understanding.. limited enough to understand our needs and work our way towards attaining them. We cannot process complex things and thats the main reason why we lag behind in impressing the female kind. I swear, I am not kidding... Okay.. so, you dont believe me huh?? Here's an example that prompted me to belch out my query...
My friend (Its my FRIEND.. not ME...) likes this girl.. I mean he really likes her.. and will go to some extent in running errands just to make her realise that he is interested in her.. I assume (I am perfectly sure that she knows this but not ready to acknowledge this fact due to obvious reasons) that she has a faint idea about it! (Knavish creatures they....! I know they just do it to satiate their hunger for vileness) So, its winter and her B'day is approaching fast and our bony lad's gotta impress her fast to get lucky!! (why else did you think...) okkkkaaaayyy... its not true, he kinda has a soft corner for her and WONT EVEN THINK OF SUCH GHASTLY ACTS... He just wants to make her acknowledge the fact that she too likes him. So, he asks her what is the thing that she badly wants... Anything thats been on her mind for sometime now... Y'know, doing the subtle homework... And so, he realises that its a designer top with a sunflower design and a very costly rose embroidered at its shoulder... Actually, he is ordered to get it but, the address is not told... (I told ya.. they can't comunicate or they just pretend to.) Now, he is supposed to get the top in two days without knowing where is it actually available... Well, he kinda knows where but, just cuz its on sale at INORBIT SHOPPER'S STOP for a price that will dry his balance, he wants to get from any other shop its available in. Now, if you have experienced some of this, you will know that a same top is impossible.. (I stress on IMPOSSIBLE) to find anywhere else on this planet other than the shop its seen once.. (YAY!! A new Murphy's Law created!) So, after a whole day's labour which can put GOOGLE to shame, he is deeply unwillingly ready to part with the money he's saved to get the new NVIDIA 8500 GT graphics card... Sadly, one of his needs has to be fulfilled you see... So, he gets that dress just to make her happy (and nothing else) on her B'day.
And, that moment arrives.. that moment when she's gotta say those three words that will grant him... No No... what am I thinking.... So, the moment's here, she's all smiles wearing the top, and then, those words.. 'YOU ARE THE BESTEST OF ALL BESTEST FRIEND I CAN HAVE, MORE THAN A BOYFRIEND'... Now, what did that mean? Does it mean she acknowledges the fact that we can have consensual sex? Boyfriends have sex right? I wanna be a boyfriend.. not more... What does bestest of the bestest friend mean? Does it mean 'limit I -> boyfriend'? Why are girls like a cryptex? Why can they be simple? Simplicity is nature right? Why cant girls be natural? What did those words actually mean? I emptied my account for her.... Sacrificed a game of HellGate for her... Does she understand that? Shit... I don't wanna be the bestest of bestest friend. Only if she could be a little simple... At least I wont be writing this blog.
So, proved... YES I PROVED BEYOND DOUBT that girls just cant communicate... I mean, the only other species they can communicate intelligently (okay, not intelligently) to are males.. so, why not talk in a lingo which they understand? WHY??? What does 'bestest of bestest friend' means anyway?
Now, lets be a set of dignified human beings and not bray for my blood.. I am a normal human being and you girl-kind are not... Btw, you can be booked for murder so, its against the law to kill me....
Oh yes.. WOMEN cant DRIVE either...
PLEASE MNS, ACT RESPONSIBLY
MNS initiates a crusade against NORTH INDIANS IN MUMBAI. Now, I dunno why and how.. nor am I gonna endorse that act.. I respect every community and myself though being A MAHARASHTRIAN, I am NOT FROM MUMBAI.. I myself am an IMMIGRANT from a distant part of MAHARASHTRA. My parents immigrated form SATARA when they were not even married. My identity was not even conceptualized then. Now, after I look back, look back at MUMBAI to be more appropriate, look back of the history of this city, the time that this city has witnessed, I put forth my views in retrospect.
Mumbai.. a city of dreams, equivalent to the AMERICAN DREAM.. Many came here, made big... Many will come and make big, many do still now.. It has been a huge collaborative effort of every part of this country that every immigrant transudes.. He is the one responsible for the city we can call as MUMBAI... Every single identity, every single fauna that is in MUMBAI currently has and is contributing to the growth of this city. This city is in real essence.. no matter what any human being may say, is COSMOPOLITAN. You are jobless, you look towards MUMBAI in hope. You are hungry and are in bad times, you can at least look at this city and hope to live life... This is as serious as it gets.
Current scenario: I myself being a descendant of an immigrant, PLEASE EXCUSE ME FOR EVEN ATTEMPTING TO RATIONALIZE MY VIEW. I see people from every part of this country living a life here. A life i.e.. A life of filth, degraded surroundings, obscurity and helplessness. The majority of those being the NORTH INDIANS. I don't brand that as living but.. thats my VERY PERSONAL POINT OF VIEW. They have settled here, have dissolved homogeneously in a rainbow of population and, they have made this city a city of dreams. Call it an effect of BOLLYWOOD, effect of DALAL STREET, effect of BRITISH RAJ, effect of MAZGAON DOCK, they and an innumerable other factors. Its this city which is greatful for these for what it is currently.
Mumbai is the worst casualty of crippling infrastructure. Huge population with a support system not capable of handling even 1/10th of the current growing population. Infrastructure not enough even to provide the really basic amenities like public toilets. What do these people do then? Do they have any other choice than defecating on roads, rail tracks, public grounds, gutters... DO THEY? You, me, everyone reading this blog pays his taxes and thus can ignorantly state that they deserve to stay in this city cause they are legally allowed to..
As our friend SIR.OSCIE enlightened us,
1) All citizens shall have the right—
(a) to freedom of speech and expression;
(b) to assemble peaceably and without arms;
(c) to form associations or unions;
(d) to move freely throughout the territory of India;
(e) to reside and settle in any part of the territory of India; and
(f) to practice any profession, or to carry on any occupation, trade or business.
But, is the city capable of abiding by these laws? Should these laws be applicable to Mumbai as of now?
Immigrants those have made significant contributions to this city and which can be truly credited a huge chunk to are the GUJARATIS... They have made this city the financial CAPITAL of INDIA... They are the ones who have contributed hugely to the financial status of this city.
THEY ARE NORTH INDIANS... WHY DOES MNS SPARE THEM? DON'T THEY DESERVE THE TAG OF 'ME MUMBAIKAR?' They literally should be the rightful citizens of MUMBAI.
Ok.. lets leave communities aside.. lets take into account the whole population... BMC have talked endlessly about DE-CONGESTION... I don't see them take any steps towards it.. HYPOCRITES they... Everyday thousands pour into this city in search of bread, thousands get their piece.. Its not finance thats mattering currently, its the SPACE... What to de-congest? Whom to throw out? I am not ready to leave.. nor will any other involuntarily be ready.. So, like me, every one may have their opinion of solution to this problem right from NUKING MUMBAI to DISALLOWING FURTHER ENTRY by taking appropriate steps..
PLEASE MNS... VANDALISING CURRENT POPULATION IS NOT A SOLUTION...
Mumbai.. a city of dreams, equivalent to the AMERICAN DREAM.. Many came here, made big... Many will come and make big, many do still now.. It has been a huge collaborative effort of every part of this country that every immigrant transudes.. He is the one responsible for the city we can call as MUMBAI... Every single identity, every single fauna that is in MUMBAI currently has and is contributing to the growth of this city. This city is in real essence.. no matter what any human being may say, is COSMOPOLITAN. You are jobless, you look towards MUMBAI in hope. You are hungry and are in bad times, you can at least look at this city and hope to live life... This is as serious as it gets.
Current scenario: I myself being a descendant of an immigrant, PLEASE EXCUSE ME FOR EVEN ATTEMPTING TO RATIONALIZE MY VIEW. I see people from every part of this country living a life here. A life i.e.. A life of filth, degraded surroundings, obscurity and helplessness. The majority of those being the NORTH INDIANS. I don't brand that as living but.. thats my VERY PERSONAL POINT OF VIEW. They have settled here, have dissolved homogeneously in a rainbow of population and, they have made this city a city of dreams. Call it an effect of BOLLYWOOD, effect of DALAL STREET, effect of BRITISH RAJ, effect of MAZGAON DOCK, they and an innumerable other factors. Its this city which is greatful for these for what it is currently.
Mumbai is the worst casualty of crippling infrastructure. Huge population with a support system not capable of handling even 1/10th of the current growing population. Infrastructure not enough even to provide the really basic amenities like public toilets. What do these people do then? Do they have any other choice than defecating on roads, rail tracks, public grounds, gutters... DO THEY? You, me, everyone reading this blog pays his taxes and thus can ignorantly state that they deserve to stay in this city cause they are legally allowed to..
As our friend SIR.OSCIE enlightened us,
1) All citizens shall have the right—
(a) to freedom of speech and expression;
(b) to assemble peaceably and without arms;
(c) to form associations or unions;
(d) to move freely throughout the territory of India;
(e) to reside and settle in any part of the territory of India; and
(f) to practice any profession, or to carry on any occupation, trade or business.
But, is the city capable of abiding by these laws? Should these laws be applicable to Mumbai as of now?
Immigrants those have made significant contributions to this city and which can be truly credited a huge chunk to are the GUJARATIS... They have made this city the financial CAPITAL of INDIA... They are the ones who have contributed hugely to the financial status of this city.
THEY ARE NORTH INDIANS... WHY DOES MNS SPARE THEM? DON'T THEY DESERVE THE TAG OF 'ME MUMBAIKAR?' They literally should be the rightful citizens of MUMBAI.
Ok.. lets leave communities aside.. lets take into account the whole population... BMC have talked endlessly about DE-CONGESTION... I don't see them take any steps towards it.. HYPOCRITES they... Everyday thousands pour into this city in search of bread, thousands get their piece.. Its not finance thats mattering currently, its the SPACE... What to de-congest? Whom to throw out? I am not ready to leave.. nor will any other involuntarily be ready.. So, like me, every one may have their opinion of solution to this problem right from NUKING MUMBAI to DISALLOWING FURTHER ENTRY by taking appropriate steps..
PLEASE MNS... VANDALISING CURRENT POPULATION IS NOT A SOLUTION...
Messages Recieved By My Mob In A Single Day!! (a bit long list)
Some of those ridiculous messages you get when you join a good for nothing group.
I will walk with u when u want 2, but just promise that u will hide your wings because I dont want da whole world 2 know that my friend is an angel.
Chot khate hai aur muskurate hai Is dil ko sabr karna sikhate hai Hum to gum Dekar bhi bhul jate hai Aur ek woh hai jo Gum Lekar bhi hume dul se yaad karte hai.
Friendship is like a bank in which u have to deposite love,sympathy,trust, help and joy as interest u will get companion 4 lifetime.
Bemausam Barsaat Aaj Mujhse Kuch Keh Gayi, In Baaho Me Aaj Phir Uski Kami Reh Gayi, Ek Pal Ke Liye Use Gale Lagaya Mene, Aur Phir Uski Yaad Aansu Bankar Beh Gayi.
Waqt Hona Chahiye Kisiko Yaad Karne Ke Liye, Bahana To Apne Aap Mil Jaata Hai. Jab Yaad Hi Na Karna Ho Kisiko, To Waqt Hi Bahana Ban Jaata Hai..
Aye raat tu mere akelepan par havi mat h, Varna tu us din pachtayegi, jab mera mehboob meri bahon me hoga, Aur tu ik pal main nikal jayegi.
8 Qualities of a perfect husband- Brave Intelligent Gentle Polite Energetic Nutty Industrious Sensitive. Read the 1st Alphabets only!
Sardar MUJRA Dekhne Gya, Sari RAT Mujra Dekha. Mujre Wali Ne Kaha-SAAB Humne Ap ko KHUSH kiya Ab Ap Hume KHUSH karo. Sardar utha aur NACHNE Laga..!
Aaj1sweter aur pehan lo, Aaj1rajai aur odh lo, Aaj1muffler aur lapet lo, Aaj1heater aur chala lo, kya pata kal THAND ho na ho! Happy COOL & BREZY Day. Enjoy:)
Missionary style is one of the intimate positions, but again this position works for both partners with good communication.
Hasti ko muhabbat me fana kon kare ga,ye farz mere ada kon kare ga,Haton ki lakiron ko zara dekh na,Ye dekh mere sath wafa kon karega
Girl-Maa aj mera dusri bar r a p e hua hai. Maa-maine kaha tha na aage se dhyaan rakhna. Girl- Maa maine aage se to dhyaan Rakha per haramkhor ne piche se ghuser dia
Live: Manu 0-2 CITY...63 min.. Dunne n Richards defending well.. Ronaldo unable to find space to run thru defend..
Kabhi zindgi me kisi ke liye mat rona Q ki wo tumhare aansuo ke lyak nahi hai.Or jo hia wo tumhe rone nahi dega.
Lo meri girlfriend ka photo dekho... - - - - - thoda aur aage... - - - - - - nahi dikhi - - - - HARAMKHOR bhabhi ki nazar se dekhta to zarur dihkti.
Chot khate hai aur muskurate hai Is dil ko sabr karna sikhate hai Hum to gum lekar bhi yaad karte hai Aur ek wo hai... Gum dekar bhi bhool jate hai:)
Woman on top: Gives great stimulation if woman bends forward, gets into grinding motion so her clitoris rubs against the man's pubic bone.
Why Did English Teacher Slap Santa? Because Santa Asked Her: Y Is Bra Is Singular When It Cover 2 & Panties When It Cover Only One?
Teacher: bachcho kya tum jante ho Qayamat kab aayegi. Student: yes sir, jab Vaillentine day aur Raksha bandhan ek hi din hoga...????
Golden appourtunity for invest in real estate at nagpur. beacuase came to MIHAN project next destinatioan nagpur & international metro city. growth within 6 month & 1 year. now hurry up: plz. contact indrakumar: **********
Live: Manu 0-2 CITY...70 min.. CITY making counter attacks.. Manu replcd Nani with Park Ji Sung.. Dunne defnd shot frm Tevez..
Zakhm itne gehre h Izhaar kya kare Humkhud nishana bangaye waar kyakare Mar gaye hummagar khuli rahi aankhen Abisse zyadaunk *some text missing*
Sath chuutne se rishte nahi chhuta karte, Waqt k ruthne se lamhe nahi rutha karte. Log kehte hai mera sapna tut gaya, tutati neend hai sapne nahi tuta karte. GN
Jab bhi tum puharoge,hum daude chale ayenge.,kafan me lipte chita se uth ke chale ayenge.,agar jal gaye to koi gum nhi dost,rakh banke hum udte chale ayenge.
Man goes 2 hospital 4 periodic checkup, doc told dat he has cancer in p e n i s. He goes & peats his wife & shouts I told you to stop smoking.
Q. Why did God give men penises? A. So they'd have at least one way to shut a woman up. Q. Whats the difference between a paycheck and your di ck? A. You dont have to beg a woman to blow your check.
humaare to daaman me kaanto ke siva kuch nahi aap to phoolon ke kharid-daar nazar aate hai. jahan me kitne dost mile hume par sabse ache aap nazar aate hai.
khushi milito hasna sake, gum milato rona sake, yahi dastur he stock market ka, jise becha use le na sake, or jise liya use bech na sake.
wife-suniye kya aap kitchnse garam msala lekr aayenge hsbnd-mgar yhan to nhi he wife-mujepta tha tumhe nhi milaga isiliye m pahle se le aai
Dilke bajarme sabse garib hu Khwaboki duniya me 1 mai hi badansib hu Unke pas mereliye waqt nhi Or log samajte he mai unke sabse karib hu
Live: Manu 1-2 CITY...91 min.. GGGOOAALLL Carrick hit one past.. PROVES WHAT HAPPEN WHEN BIG PLAYER DONT PERFORM
Intezaar rehta har shaam tera yaadain satati hain le-le kar naam tera Muddat se baithe hain yeh aas paale Ki aaj aayega koi paigam tERA
Kabhi Kehte the dost hamare, Ke jaan bhi maango to hazir hai, Aaj apni Girl Friend jo jaan kehte hai, Aur maango to inkaar karte hain.
Dil se bolu ek baat sacchi, Humtum ek daal ke do panchi. Dosti hamari yeh hogi na kacchi, Teri photo se to meri negative achhi.
Zarurat hi nai alfaaz ki, Pyaar to chiz hai bas ehsaas ki, Paas hote to manzar hi kya hota, Durse ki khabar hai hume apki har saans ki.
Mangu bas tuje woh ibadat dede Tere khazane se thoda pyardede Ya sath de muje umra bhar ka Ya tere dar pe marne ki izazat dede
Dilko dil lagi se bachaya na gaya kismat se apna daman chudaya na gaya sana hai log Khuda ko bhool gaye Hum se to ik shakhs bhulaya na gaya
buy ROLTA cmp t 287 291 sl 280 folow strict sl
Gum me jeene me Maza ata hai, Garibo k ghar b Khuda ata hai, 1 hum hai jo Barish ki tarah Msg karte hai, 1 aapka msg Sarkari Nal k paani ki tarah aata ha
Value Picks:Praj Ind @180..NIIT@116..Peninsula land @95 are looking very attractive one can invest without any hesitate 2 earn good rtn
SOMETIMES opportunity knocks at the door, other times the knock on the door spoils an opportunity.
Buy ABAN for a target of Rs.5800 in one year span.
MKT ARE FALLING WITHOUT VOLUME SO DONT PANIC AT LOWER LEVELS AS THESE ARE LAST DAYS OF CONSOLIDATION AND MKT WILL MOVE UP.ONE THING TO REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE EXPECT MANDIs MKT ALWAYS REACT OPPOSITE WAY.
luv me but, leave me not, kiss me but, miss me not, hit me but, hate me not, remember me but forget me ot. missing you too much dont you miss me?
An Engg. Student to Sweeper: Mere paas degree hai, Knowledge hai, Izzat hai. Tere paas kya hai? Sweeper: Mere pas naukri hai.
Didaskaleinophobia is the fear of going to school.
C od D 4: 8 - "Ragtime Warfare" The game feels like an old silent movie. 10 - "Cluster Bombs" 1 frag grenade thrown equals 5 in explosion.
Calumny (N) - False accusatin of a crime or offense, intended to injure another's reputation.
Tocsin (N) - A warning. Usage- The first atomic bomb fell and its radioactive cloud became a tocsin for mankind.
I have not modified these messages (SMSs) in any way.. not even spaces and case (upper or lower) characters.
I have just copied them and pasted them for your viewing..
If you enjoy them, thank-me-not cause I cannot come up with even one of these in any friggin life!
Many of them are utterly ridiculous while a few (ahem!) are educational. Some are live updates, some are really informative...
All these are recieved by my poor mob in a single day.. I have pasted them cause I had nothing to do on a holiday and wanted to give you guys a dose of my sucking life...
I will walk with u when u want 2, but just promise that u will hide your wings because I dont want da whole world 2 know that my friend is an angel.
Chot khate hai aur muskurate hai Is dil ko sabr karna sikhate hai Hum to gum Dekar bhi bhul jate hai Aur ek woh hai jo Gum Lekar bhi hume dul se yaad karte hai.
Friendship is like a bank in which u have to deposite love,sympathy,trust, help and joy as interest u will get companion 4 lifetime.
Bemausam Barsaat Aaj Mujhse Kuch Keh Gayi, In Baaho Me Aaj Phir Uski Kami Reh Gayi, Ek Pal Ke Liye Use Gale Lagaya Mene, Aur Phir Uski Yaad Aansu Bankar Beh Gayi.
Waqt Hona Chahiye Kisiko Yaad Karne Ke Liye, Bahana To Apne Aap Mil Jaata Hai. Jab Yaad Hi Na Karna Ho Kisiko, To Waqt Hi Bahana Ban Jaata Hai..
Aye raat tu mere akelepan par havi mat h, Varna tu us din pachtayegi, jab mera mehboob meri bahon me hoga, Aur tu ik pal main nikal jayegi.
8 Qualities of a perfect husband- Brave Intelligent Gentle Polite Energetic Nutty Industrious Sensitive. Read the 1st Alphabets only!
Sardar MUJRA Dekhne Gya, Sari RAT Mujra Dekha. Mujre Wali Ne Kaha-SAAB Humne Ap ko KHUSH kiya Ab Ap Hume KHUSH karo. Sardar utha aur NACHNE Laga..!
Aaj1sweter aur pehan lo, Aaj1rajai aur odh lo, Aaj1muffler aur lapet lo, Aaj1heater aur chala lo, kya pata kal THAND ho na ho! Happy COOL & BREZY Day. Enjoy:)
Missionary style is one of the intimate positions, but again this position works for both partners with good communication.
Hasti ko muhabbat me fana kon kare ga,ye farz mere ada kon kare ga,Haton ki lakiron ko zara dekh na,Ye dekh mere sath wafa kon karega
Girl-Maa aj mera dusri bar r a p e hua hai. Maa-maine kaha tha na aage se dhyaan rakhna. Girl- Maa maine aage se to dhyaan Rakha per haramkhor ne piche se ghuser dia
Live: Manu 0-2 CITY...63 min.. Dunne n Richards defending well.. Ronaldo unable to find space to run thru defend..
Kabhi zindgi me kisi ke liye mat rona Q ki wo tumhare aansuo ke lyak nahi hai.Or jo hia wo tumhe rone nahi dega.
Lo meri girlfriend ka photo dekho... - - - - - thoda aur aage... - - - - - - nahi dikhi - - - - HARAMKHOR bhabhi ki nazar se dekhta to zarur dihkti.
Chot khate hai aur muskurate hai Is dil ko sabr karna sikhate hai Hum to gum lekar bhi yaad karte hai Aur ek wo hai... Gum dekar bhi bhool jate hai:)
Woman on top: Gives great stimulation if woman bends forward, gets into grinding motion so her clitoris rubs against the man's pubic bone.
Why Did English Teacher Slap Santa? Because Santa Asked Her: Y Is Bra Is Singular When It Cover 2 & Panties When It Cover Only One?
Teacher: bachcho kya tum jante ho Qayamat kab aayegi. Student: yes sir, jab Vaillentine day aur Raksha bandhan ek hi din hoga...????
Golden appourtunity for invest in real estate at nagpur. beacuase came to MIHAN project next destinatioan nagpur & international metro city. growth within 6 month & 1 year. now hurry up: plz. contact indrakumar: **********
Live: Manu 0-2 CITY...70 min.. CITY making counter attacks.. Manu replcd Nani with Park Ji Sung.. Dunne defnd shot frm Tevez..
Zakhm itne gehre h Izhaar kya kare Humkhud nishana bangaye waar kyakare Mar gaye hummagar khuli rahi aankhen Abisse zyadaunk *some text missing*
Sath chuutne se rishte nahi chhuta karte, Waqt k ruthne se lamhe nahi rutha karte. Log kehte hai mera sapna tut gaya, tutati neend hai sapne nahi tuta karte. GN
Jab bhi tum puharoge,hum daude chale ayenge.,kafan me lipte chita se uth ke chale ayenge.,agar jal gaye to koi gum nhi dost,rakh banke hum udte chale ayenge.
Man goes 2 hospital 4 periodic checkup, doc told dat he has cancer in p e n i s. He goes & peats his wife & shouts I told you to stop smoking.
Q. Why did God give men penises? A. So they'd have at least one way to shut a woman up. Q. Whats the difference between a paycheck and your di ck? A. You dont have to beg a woman to blow your check.
humaare to daaman me kaanto ke siva kuch nahi aap to phoolon ke kharid-daar nazar aate hai. jahan me kitne dost mile hume par sabse ache aap nazar aate hai.
khushi milito hasna sake, gum milato rona sake, yahi dastur he stock market ka, jise becha use le na sake, or jise liya use bech na sake.
wife-suniye kya aap kitchnse garam msala lekr aayenge hsbnd-mgar yhan to nhi he wife-mujepta tha tumhe nhi milaga isiliye m pahle se le aai
Dilke bajarme sabse garib hu Khwaboki duniya me 1 mai hi badansib hu Unke pas mereliye waqt nhi Or log samajte he mai unke sabse karib hu
Live: Manu 1-2 CITY...91 min.. GGGOOAALLL Carrick hit one past.. PROVES WHAT HAPPEN WHEN BIG PLAYER DONT PERFORM
Intezaar rehta har shaam tera yaadain satati hain le-le kar naam tera Muddat se baithe hain yeh aas paale Ki aaj aayega koi paigam tERA
Kabhi Kehte the dost hamare, Ke jaan bhi maango to hazir hai, Aaj apni Girl Friend jo jaan kehte hai, Aur maango to inkaar karte hain.
Dil se bolu ek baat sacchi, Humtum ek daal ke do panchi. Dosti hamari yeh hogi na kacchi, Teri photo se to meri negative achhi.
Zarurat hi nai alfaaz ki, Pyaar to chiz hai bas ehsaas ki, Paas hote to manzar hi kya hota, Durse ki khabar hai hume apki har saans ki.
Mangu bas tuje woh ibadat dede Tere khazane se thoda pyardede Ya sath de muje umra bhar ka Ya tere dar pe marne ki izazat dede
Dilko dil lagi se bachaya na gaya kismat se apna daman chudaya na gaya sana hai log Khuda ko bhool gaye Hum se to ik shakhs bhulaya na gaya
buy ROLTA cmp t 287 291 sl 280 folow strict sl
Gum me jeene me Maza ata hai, Garibo k ghar b Khuda ata hai, 1 hum hai jo Barish ki tarah Msg karte hai, 1 aapka msg Sarkari Nal k paani ki tarah aata ha
Value Picks:Praj Ind @180..NIIT@116..Peninsula land @95 are looking very attractive one can invest without any hesitate 2 earn good rtn
SOMETIMES opportunity knocks at the door, other times the knock on the door spoils an opportunity.
Buy ABAN for a target of Rs.5800 in one year span.
MKT ARE FALLING WITHOUT VOLUME SO DONT PANIC AT LOWER LEVELS AS THESE ARE LAST DAYS OF CONSOLIDATION AND MKT WILL MOVE UP.ONE THING TO REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE EXPECT MANDIs MKT ALWAYS REACT OPPOSITE WAY.
luv me but, leave me not, kiss me but, miss me not, hit me but, hate me not, remember me but forget me ot. missing you too much dont you miss me?
An Engg. Student to Sweeper: Mere paas degree hai, Knowledge hai, Izzat hai. Tere paas kya hai? Sweeper: Mere pas naukri hai.
Didaskaleinophobia is the fear of going to school.
C od D 4: 8 - "Ragtime Warfare" The game feels like an old silent movie. 10 - "Cluster Bombs" 1 frag grenade thrown equals 5 in explosion.
Calumny (N) - False accusatin of a crime or offense, intended to injure another's reputation.
Tocsin (N) - A warning. Usage- The first atomic bomb fell and its radioactive cloud became a tocsin for mankind.
I have not modified these messages (SMSs) in any way.. not even spaces and case (upper or lower) characters.
I have just copied them and pasted them for your viewing..
If you enjoy them, thank-me-not cause I cannot come up with even one of these in any friggin life!
Many of them are utterly ridiculous while a few (ahem!) are educational. Some are live updates, some are really informative...
All these are recieved by my poor mob in a single day.. I have pasted them cause I had nothing to do on a holiday and wanted to give you guys a dose of my sucking life...
Read only if You have the patience to....
I have two thoughts about everything... Everything.. Isnt that a gobal phenomenon?
Now, if you introspect, you will realize (I have this convincing ideology.. It convinced me) that the concept of MIND and BRAIN are completely different So, is the concept of BRAIN and BODY...
Thought is an outcome of the joint exercise consisting both Mind and Brain.. Experience does not come into picture while conceptualizing thought. Yes, It influences thought initiation but, thought is independent of Experience. You can think of anything.. anything that you think of but, Experience is a parameter responsible for promoting thought to the next step i.e. thinking.. its where you analyse your thought to wether its feasible to work on it.. whether its worth to work on your thought.. Is the thought ridiculous or aceptable to your mind? Its the one which molds ETHICS into the process. If you can understand each of these entities and know how they behave/react, you have attained what they call SALVATION.. You understand the purpose of your life.. and to do that, you have to shut one of these entities off... kill them.. Cause, they cause a lot of confusion in your process flow chart.
You want that chocolate (My case) but, you don't want to get rid of that empty taste in your mouth which you love. Then you have that chocolate, you don't want to get rid of that sweet-sour taste you have after consuming it but you are thirsty.. it goes on and on.. So, to stop this thought process, I would have to Kill 'Want'. I will have to kill everything in my Mind and Brain which is responsible for taking thought to the next level.. The level where you realize that you want that chocolate. I know, it sounds a lot, lot rigged and confusing but, as you get to decipher the process you realize that you have very less needs and demands. You demand less, you think of the rest that follows less. Is it easy? Yeah right.. You kiddin me? Its next to impossible.. You cannot do that unless you are totally in control of your mind.... The one which brings Ethics into picture. This is where the real problem starts... Many a men tried to do that, are still trying, and will try till eternity... There's no perfecting the thought process.. Its the way we HUMAN BEINGS are made. The point is you can only concentrate on the DEMAND part.. and try to kill/subdue the factors responsible for it. Many are successful, many are not.. but those who are, only those are able to take it to the next level.. Believe me, its not necessary that you follow only that approach. You can not kill demand but work on other factors like satisfaction (which is somewhat relied on demand), dependency, etc... Its very difficult and also a lot confusing.. Its like understanding the concept of accuracy and perfection.. in very simple terms i.e.
I will give you a real life example (I know, I sound archaic but, I cannot find any better one)... You want to lose weight cause you THINK you are not acceptable to the surroundings (Surroundings do not only mean society)... Then, you work on whats responsible for LOSING WEIGHT... once you have whats responsible, you think you have the solution.. the race is half won until you attain your aim...
Your level of success (not only in this case) varies with other (Your) levels.. you keep your level low, you subdue DEMAND.. you perceive to be satisfied.. After all perception is what the world is based on and so, is my discussion... Perception is the factor for everything.. I would go to the extent of claiming REALITY as PERCEPTION.. the level of perception is different.. whereas Reality is that level upto you can change your perception.. after that point, you cannot change your perception and it becomes REALITY..
If you want to read further.. here is an insight into my thought process.. My two minds... Its a kinda breather from all the seemingly nonsensical ranting above...
Ok.. here are the two minds.. I call it 1 and 2.. 1 is a 'Do not Give A Damn' type and 2 is a 'Everything Matters' type
2. Look dude, we are not doing this thing right... Dad's angry on (I will take into account ILLUSIONIST cause he is the whole system) your decision to join Transweigh... He can get us into a better company if we agree to his demands..
1. I dont give a rat ass to what he thinks... This company is a good company.. We rarely meet and thats a good thing...
2. I know thats a good thing but, BRAIN is not able to process this correctly if you keep on meddling with your demands... This is causing a lot of problems to Illusionist.. We don't have a straight plan ahead...
1. We don't need a plan in the first place.. I dont want to exist...
2. Thats not possible.. You know I need you...
1. I don't give a fuck about you.. Why do you have to go trying to make people happy? They dont give a damn about you...
2. Thats their attitude.. Illusionist is different and its us that makes him different.... We have to work to make that possible...
1. Look dude... this is not working with you taking the lead.. remember last time with Radz? You were in control.. I did not meddle with you for a whole two months.. what happened? That chick was all over Illusionist.. making him to do crap.. I watched.. You tried to be nice and she was this confusing chessboard.. You come on time.. she's like "Why do you always come on time? I want to be angry on you when you come late.. I don't get to fuss over you.. Why cant you be normal..".. Where was this taking Illusionist you tell me? Is this what you call as life? Illusionist was a laughing stock all due to the fact that you were in control...
2. People are not meant to always act in a way we find appropriate.. that girl was nice.. It was due to her that you left me alone...
1. Thats why I had to return... She would had destroyed Illusionist.. She liked DOGS... DOGS? Those barking menaces.. How can Illusionist get a good nights sleep if this were to happen?
2. You should had told her in a nicer way...
1. Like I care.... She was trouble and I did what I was supposed to...
2. Ok forget that then.. How about associating some NGO? I want Illusionist to be happy... And thats only when we be balanced...
1. I do not care whether you are balanced... If things are too eccentric, I will have to meddle...
2. Why do you even care if things are getting out of control...?
1. Cause I have to exist.. I cannot go away even if I want to...
2. Then we will have to learn to co exist..
1. Why are you always like an asshole? I don't care if you are not satisfied... You will make us weak. Illusionist has to have his identity... Not the one which you are giving him. Is it wrong to be strong? You are making him look stupid...
2. I care about you dude thats why you exist...
1. Did I tell you to care about me? Do I look as if I want you and me to function? I wouldn't care if Illusionist was mentally paraplegic.. I wouldn't consult you if I want to end myself...
2. Then why do you not do so?
1. Cause I am afraid to see the other side of life.. I don't want to live again.. one is enough..
2. Then you have to let me be in control...
1. I am getting bugged.. will you stop calling me if I go into hibernation?
2. That would be nice but not for a long time.....
I know its so screwed up that you readers want to ask a lot of questions (If you understand whats goin on..). I donot have any reservations..
Now, if you introspect, you will realize (I have this convincing ideology.. It convinced me) that the concept of MIND and BRAIN are completely different So, is the concept of BRAIN and BODY...
Thought is an outcome of the joint exercise consisting both Mind and Brain.. Experience does not come into picture while conceptualizing thought. Yes, It influences thought initiation but, thought is independent of Experience. You can think of anything.. anything that you think of but, Experience is a parameter responsible for promoting thought to the next step i.e. thinking.. its where you analyse your thought to wether its feasible to work on it.. whether its worth to work on your thought.. Is the thought ridiculous or aceptable to your mind? Its the one which molds ETHICS into the process. If you can understand each of these entities and know how they behave/react, you have attained what they call SALVATION.. You understand the purpose of your life.. and to do that, you have to shut one of these entities off... kill them.. Cause, they cause a lot of confusion in your process flow chart.
You want that chocolate (My case) but, you don't want to get rid of that empty taste in your mouth which you love. Then you have that chocolate, you don't want to get rid of that sweet-sour taste you have after consuming it but you are thirsty.. it goes on and on.. So, to stop this thought process, I would have to Kill 'Want'. I will have to kill everything in my Mind and Brain which is responsible for taking thought to the next level.. The level where you realize that you want that chocolate. I know, it sounds a lot, lot rigged and confusing but, as you get to decipher the process you realize that you have very less needs and demands. You demand less, you think of the rest that follows less. Is it easy? Yeah right.. You kiddin me? Its next to impossible.. You cannot do that unless you are totally in control of your mind.... The one which brings Ethics into picture. This is where the real problem starts... Many a men tried to do that, are still trying, and will try till eternity... There's no perfecting the thought process.. Its the way we HUMAN BEINGS are made. The point is you can only concentrate on the DEMAND part.. and try to kill/subdue the factors responsible for it. Many are successful, many are not.. but those who are, only those are able to take it to the next level.. Believe me, its not necessary that you follow only that approach. You can not kill demand but work on other factors like satisfaction (which is somewhat relied on demand), dependency, etc... Its very difficult and also a lot confusing.. Its like understanding the concept of accuracy and perfection.. in very simple terms i.e.
I will give you a real life example (I know, I sound archaic but, I cannot find any better one)... You want to lose weight cause you THINK you are not acceptable to the surroundings (Surroundings do not only mean society)... Then, you work on whats responsible for LOSING WEIGHT... once you have whats responsible, you think you have the solution.. the race is half won until you attain your aim...
Your level of success (not only in this case) varies with other (Your) levels.. you keep your level low, you subdue DEMAND.. you perceive to be satisfied.. After all perception is what the world is based on and so, is my discussion... Perception is the factor for everything.. I would go to the extent of claiming REALITY as PERCEPTION.. the level of perception is different.. whereas Reality is that level upto you can change your perception.. after that point, you cannot change your perception and it becomes REALITY..
If you want to read further.. here is an insight into my thought process.. My two minds... Its a kinda breather from all the seemingly nonsensical ranting above...
Ok.. here are the two minds.. I call it 1 and 2.. 1 is a 'Do not Give A Damn' type and 2 is a 'Everything Matters' type
2. Look dude, we are not doing this thing right... Dad's angry on (I will take into account ILLUSIONIST cause he is the whole system) your decision to join Transweigh... He can get us into a better company if we agree to his demands..
1. I dont give a rat ass to what he thinks... This company is a good company.. We rarely meet and thats a good thing...
2. I know thats a good thing but, BRAIN is not able to process this correctly if you keep on meddling with your demands... This is causing a lot of problems to Illusionist.. We don't have a straight plan ahead...
1. We don't need a plan in the first place.. I dont want to exist...
2. Thats not possible.. You know I need you...
1. I don't give a fuck about you.. Why do you have to go trying to make people happy? They dont give a damn about you...
2. Thats their attitude.. Illusionist is different and its us that makes him different.... We have to work to make that possible...
1. Look dude... this is not working with you taking the lead.. remember last time with Radz? You were in control.. I did not meddle with you for a whole two months.. what happened? That chick was all over Illusionist.. making him to do crap.. I watched.. You tried to be nice and she was this confusing chessboard.. You come on time.. she's like "Why do you always come on time? I want to be angry on you when you come late.. I don't get to fuss over you.. Why cant you be normal..".. Where was this taking Illusionist you tell me? Is this what you call as life? Illusionist was a laughing stock all due to the fact that you were in control...
2. People are not meant to always act in a way we find appropriate.. that girl was nice.. It was due to her that you left me alone...
1. Thats why I had to return... She would had destroyed Illusionist.. She liked DOGS... DOGS? Those barking menaces.. How can Illusionist get a good nights sleep if this were to happen?
2. You should had told her in a nicer way...
1. Like I care.... She was trouble and I did what I was supposed to...
2. Ok forget that then.. How about associating some NGO? I want Illusionist to be happy... And thats only when we be balanced...
1. I do not care whether you are balanced... If things are too eccentric, I will have to meddle...
2. Why do you even care if things are getting out of control...?
1. Cause I have to exist.. I cannot go away even if I want to...
2. Then we will have to learn to co exist..
1. Why are you always like an asshole? I don't care if you are not satisfied... You will make us weak. Illusionist has to have his identity... Not the one which you are giving him. Is it wrong to be strong? You are making him look stupid...
2. I care about you dude thats why you exist...
1. Did I tell you to care about me? Do I look as if I want you and me to function? I wouldn't care if Illusionist was mentally paraplegic.. I wouldn't consult you if I want to end myself...
2. Then why do you not do so?
1. Cause I am afraid to see the other side of life.. I don't want to live again.. one is enough..
2. Then you have to let me be in control...
1. I am getting bugged.. will you stop calling me if I go into hibernation?
2. That would be nice but not for a long time.....
I know its so screwed up that you readers want to ask a lot of questions (If you understand whats goin on..). I donot have any reservations..
Proved: Mumbai Mirror employs German translators.
The following is a picture that I THOUGHT would prove my theory that Mumbai Mirror fellas employ German school dropouts which cannot even translate German to English leave alone translating HINDI to ENGLISH.. let alone providing quality articles...
The following are the close-ups of the circled imaged..
Do the lines translate to those provided? I agree my Hindi is limited to a few expletives but, this is just too much...
If the images are not very clear, I have uploaded them on imageshack.. you can view them here:
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The following are the close-ups of the circled imaged..
Do the lines translate to those provided? I agree my Hindi is limited to a few expletives but, this is just too much...
If the images are not very clear, I have uploaded them on imageshack.. you can view them here:
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Chronicles of a PSP.. wait, its not that...
Sony provides 1 year warranty for its PSP (Play Station Portable) subject to a lot of seemingly imaginary constraints i.e. You cannot install any non-approved software i.e. CFW (Custom Firm Ware) which allows games to be uploaded on your memory card alongwith photos, music and videos. Now thats something I find sycophantic.. I dont blame sony for that clause. Every good thing has to accompany some jackass restrictions which indirectly make the manufacturer look like a DUD... If you hope to buy a sony PSP, chances are:
1. You get a CFW and throw the warranty clause to wind...
2. You get the PSP and buy their proprietary UMDs which cost a bomb in themselves and play games on it.
3. You wait for eternity for a new game to be shipped to Indian shores cause PSP has not been officially launhed in India... and you cannot make up your own game by writing it on a cd...
I was a witness to all this and a lot more at Heera Panna yesterday when I got there to buy mine.. Now since I don't own an oil filed and I live in one of the poor nations, I had to take my chances and get a cracked PSP foregoing the warranty of course.. And if you are foregoing the warranty, it makes no sense buying it from a Sony store where they pimp its price to Rs. 9100 while you can get the same PSP for Rs. 8300 (dated 23 Feb 2008 cause these prices change by the day) at Heera Panna... So, here's what I witnessed:
The shop from which I brought my PSP also had another family One Mom, One Dad, One kid (about 5 yrs old) and One girl (about 5 yrs old... twins I think..). Since girls are genetically not attached to gadgets involving adrenaline rush and all, she was not interested in the proceedings of the shop nor in the gadgets displayed there. The kid was all excited though.. so was his Dad.. The Mom was as usual cautious about what was her son getting into.
The following commotion followed:
Mom: Keep the volume of the game low... its too high. To the shop keeper: Cant you reduce the volume of this device? If you cant, we are not buying this game (At this moment, the Dad and his son got a bit perplexed and both jumped in with unison)
Dad and Son: Yes, you can reduce the volume.. see, it has got volume buttons.. (and they show them to Mom)...
Mom: Thats ok cause I do not want you to make noises around the house when I watch my favorite programs. Also, I will buy you this thing only if you promise not to watch TV for more than 1/2 hour daily.
Son: Yes yes... I promise.. I want this PSP mama.. I promise.. please..
Dad: Yes honey, even I will ensure he will not interfere with your saas-bahu soaps..
Mom: Then I agree..
Dad: So beta, tell uncle what all games you want in your PSP...
Son: (to the shopkeeper) I want a boxing game, a cricket game, a football game, a racing game.. no, I want two racing games, I want WWF game, a basket ball game, a skating game and a disney game..
Dad to the shopkeeper: Dedo... jo bhi isse chahiye, isse dedo...
Shopkeeper (obviously happy that he got a willing bakra): Sab hai mere paas...
Girl: Mummy, don't they have a Barbie game?
Mom: No beta, they only come up with good for nothing games these days..
I am sure the Mom wanted a saas-bahu game for her own too but, I cannot read minds so, lets leave it for the time-being...
The points I pondered on at this time are:
1. Kids now a days expect way too-much from whichever devices they can put their hands on. I wont be surprised if they want Ferraris to pop out of a device like a PSP in the near future.
2. Dads are and will have the enthusiasm of kids.. that is a good thing if everyone (including their wives) understood this fact and let them be...
3. Dads are spoiling their kids by bowing to their every demand... Why did I not take birth in such a family? I would have been the envy of my school-mates.
4. Girls will be the same.. I still cant understand their obsession with Barbie dolls and Ladies obsession with soaps..
5. Every gadget we drool to.. if available in the international market will eventually be available in India within a period of 15 days...
At this moment, I walk out on completion of my transaction and I spot a hot Firangi so, I follow her forgetting for the moment that I am a proud owner of a pirated PSP... Hey, its not my fault, following a hottie is natural...
It ain't over 'til it's over
If there is one series of movies those have moved me beyond that feeling when I cleared my 8th semester of Mechanical Engineering in 4 years, are the Rocky series. Every one of those are inspiring beyond that speech of Pt Jawaharlal Nehru when India got freedom…
First caught the Rocky... the very first movie of the lot on Star Movies.. I dunno how many times I will have to thank that channel for this feeling I am having now. These guys are one of those angelic mediums where no matter how commercial it may seem, they get you good things.. suddenly Hallmark cards start to make some sense.
Rocky Balboa, the very latest of the lot which I was privileged to watch moved me beyond anything I can recall. It amazed me to no extent how can a guy 60+ years of age still have 6 packs!! Sylvester Stallone himself has written the dialogues, directed the movie and acted as the GREATEST ROCKY BALBOA. Hats off to that guy. If there is the single director I can admire beyond Frank Darabont is Sylvester Stallone.
Here are some of those unforgettable lines:
It ain't over 'til it's over.
Never give up. And never stop believing.
It's not about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.
The last line of the lot is the one practiced by the frail ‘Dude’ of India inspiring millions around the blue planet. Since child hood I was raised up hearing ‘It isn’t how hard you get hit but how hard you hit back’ And now I realize how wrong that statement holds.
Puked At OSCARS???
Sometimes I wonder that Oscars are as rigged as cricket match fixing scandals... the ones I find a huge deal of similarity mainly cause the ones you suspect to be rigged are not exciting, everyone seems to be acting their parts and just wanting to go back to their rooms to sleep.
Filmfares are a bit different than these, they at least have a public opinion for a certain extent and cause of those, they at least don’t pick movies like ‘Hamar Lugaai Tohar Bahujaai’.
I just can’t comprehend how does the Oscars Academy come up with the nominations. Yeah, they are the best 99% of the time but, what happens for the 1% time is I dunno.. This time it seemed that 1% had surfaced again. Now you do the math. I have seen just one movie of those nominated for the Best Movie. Courtesy Torrents of course and I am sure at least one move of the lot ‘Must be better than No Country For Old Men’ I emphasize must be cause nominations are supposed to be technical masterpieces and this movie is par brilliance. The editing is slick, thrilling, enchanting, direction is on the point and keeps you on edge throughout the whole movie. Javier Bardem as a cold blooded psychopathic killer with iron principles is just perfect, the characters are perfect I would give the movie 9/10 on technical basis but, somewhere through the movie, I did not justify it receiving an Oscar.
Now call that an Indian effect, I have been grown up watching movies with heavy storyline, awesome script (you can laugh on that) and a lotta emotion... Its different that my favorites have shifted from Hindi to English. Maybe coz I was a bit saturated watching the same old routine but, no matter how much I resent, these outlines are embedded within and hence, a recall is based on those lines.
I decided to watch the movie cause it received an Oscar in the first place and have judged it with that POV, forgive me if I get too tangential in my views but, I will do so using my logic.. Viewers may and I am sure, will have a different view other than this.
A lot of time.. 2hrs 10 mins (Indian way of describing a movie duration) or 130 mins to emphasize that old men are not capable of handling a torn apart country and eventually give up… (Politicians of India are an exception though) is just too much. You leave the theatre (The PC in my case) high and dry.. I had questions like why did Josh Brolin go back to that site in the first place even after having all that money? And why during the night?
Well whatever, I did not watch the other movies and cannot be sure that there are/is any better of the lot. But, I am disappointed that an Oscar went to a movie that failed to convince me.
A Demon In The CORPORATE ARENA!
Another boring day in Corporate Training. I wonder why do companies even bother to give long training periods when you are left with no one to get trained by. Heck, even a 4 mbps internet connection, a desk phone equipped with long-distance calls, a kick ass computer at your desk capable of a lotta recent games, all for your use but restrained by the thought that I am on a training schedule and cannot be caught dead even thinking about using these things for the next three months… So near yet so far…
Corporate glitches you can call these but they don’t realize that they need to hide the coffee machine cause someone has spent 3 whole months just to lose a lotta weight and that endless free coffee consumption is gonna nullify all that effort. I promise myself to get my PSP to work just in case I will get a chance to use it.
Evening questions based on the training throughout the day are boring as hell too. Now, what do I know what BQP or AOF or OM or other greek words stand for unless they are told to me?? Sometimes I feel bad that the days of the Dungeons & Dragons are over. If they were still there, I would had surely booked a cell a cell for him there till eternity.
Its amazing how time plays games with your mind.. esp during training periods..
e.g. I think of something, look at my watch, its 10:15 am. Then, I try something else, chat with fellas, drink water and then check the watch again. Its 10:15 am.
Conclusion: The watch is broken.
I look at the office clock. Its 10:15 am.
Conclusion: The office clock is broken.
Then, I suddenly spot the receptionist lurking around. I go and have a chat with her for about two minutes. I check my watch. Its 10:45 am. I check the office clock. Its 10:45 am.
Conclusion: Fuck the conclusion, bloody Einstein’s Theory Of Relativity came into play.. And NO, that does not mean I have feelings for the receptionist
Suddenly, my mentor is calling me. I spend the afternoon trying to figure out how to make my office a better place to work in to increase productivity. I had a few ideas of my own which I put forth such as ‘Soothing’ Music (If that were to be materialize, Metallica and Slayer were on the 'soothing' list for sure), recreation chamber in the block where we work, all of which were instantaneously shot down like a pack of ducks gone shitting together and hence were an easy target. The ones I did not mention were having a few semi-nude chicks in the massage parlor at my proposed recreation chamber. But, that was the second phase of my suggestion. Since the first phase itself was shot down, I did not get a chance to emphasize the importance and the positive effects of the second phase.
Come evening, Question time. Miffed as usual but, I gave the answer to a boring afternoon question and YAY!! I get full points.
Its 5:30 pm ‘Triiinnnnggg’ End of the day!! Say bye to the receptionist, to hell with the mentor, and head home…
Corporate glitches you can call these but they don’t realize that they need to hide the coffee machine cause someone has spent 3 whole months just to lose a lotta weight and that endless free coffee consumption is gonna nullify all that effort. I promise myself to get my PSP to work just in case I will get a chance to use it.
Evening questions based on the training throughout the day are boring as hell too. Now, what do I know what BQP or AOF or OM or other greek words stand for unless they are told to me?? Sometimes I feel bad that the days of the Dungeons & Dragons are over. If they were still there, I would had surely booked a cell a cell for him there till eternity.
Its amazing how time plays games with your mind.. esp during training periods..
e.g. I think of something, look at my watch, its 10:15 am. Then, I try something else, chat with fellas, drink water and then check the watch again. Its 10:15 am.
Conclusion: The watch is broken.
I look at the office clock. Its 10:15 am.
Conclusion: The office clock is broken.
Then, I suddenly spot the receptionist lurking around. I go and have a chat with her for about two minutes. I check my watch. Its 10:45 am. I check the office clock. Its 10:45 am.
Conclusion: Fuck the conclusion, bloody Einstein’s Theory Of Relativity came into play.. And NO, that does not mean I have feelings for the receptionist
Suddenly, my mentor is calling me. I spend the afternoon trying to figure out how to make my office a better place to work in to increase productivity. I had a few ideas of my own which I put forth such as ‘Soothing’ Music (If that were to be materialize, Metallica and Slayer were on the 'soothing' list for sure), recreation chamber in the block where we work, all of which were instantaneously shot down like a pack of ducks gone shitting together and hence were an easy target. The ones I did not mention were having a few semi-nude chicks in the massage parlor at my proposed recreation chamber. But, that was the second phase of my suggestion. Since the first phase itself was shot down, I did not get a chance to emphasize the importance and the positive effects of the second phase.
Come evening, Question time. Miffed as usual but, I gave the answer to a boring afternoon question and YAY!! I get full points.
Its 5:30 pm ‘Triiinnnnggg’ End of the day!! Say bye to the receptionist, to hell with the mentor, and head home…
Does One REALLY Need A Management Degree?
Date: 20th Feb 2008
I call up Sumeet, ask him about the Maharashtra Management CET (Common Entrance Test). The following convo took place:
Me: Hi dude… wassup?
Sumeet: Cool man, at last, tension relieved… got some reprise.
Me: Your english sucks as usual… Yeah, all this classes thing was taking a huge toll no? Hey, who all were at your centre with you?
Sumeet: Amit, Ravi and Ravina.
Me: How did the exam go? And how was it for the rest of the guys? How much do you expect?
Sumeet: Tu pehele tera bata…
Me: Just shut the fuck up and tell me or else I am gonna come there and kick your balls outta you…
Sumeet: Ok.. ok dude, don’t get so worked up you sick slimy bitch, exam was cool, should get around 95-100, same with Amit and Ravi. Ravina says she should be getting around 110 something… Yours?
Me: Yeah, gals are anyways better at academics. I did not give the exam man, so, I cannot say…
Sumeet: What? You outta your fucking mind? What happened? Sach bata, examiner caught you copying right?
Me: No man, I did not feel like giving it.
Sumeet: Don’t lie… well, we will meet in the evening. Gotta go bye..
Evening time:
We guys hangout, one of them is Chirag, an IIM Ahd. grad. He is one of those cool guys you rarely find. He stays right next to my flat and is a very good friend of mine. At the first look, he doesn’t strike you as an academician, one of the very few educated guys who knows what to talk and when to talk. He has helped pull my ass outta a lot of trouble many a times I have managed to get myself into and hence, I don’t mind whatever he says against me..
So, Sumeet, Chirag, myself and all other guys in our locality gather around for our usual play of soccer. Sumeet starts and informs others all the convo happened earlier during the day.
The resulting convo was as follows:
Chirag: Yeah, he is a fucking moron, CAT mein to daal gali nahi aur abhi yeh chance bhi chala gaya. What do you think? How wil you get into a good MBA school? Bade bade baatein karta hai. Bolta hai 6 figure salary chahiye…
Me: Saale, maine pagar ke bare mein kab bola? Jhooth mat bol..
Chirag: Theek hai, magar life mein aage kaise badhega?
Me: I dunno, I am happy currently..
Chirag: Happiness ke liye paise bhi chahiye. You won’t even get near to a 6 fig salary without an MBA from a reputed college. Now you have wasted one whole fucking year.
Sumeet: Maine bhi yehi bola usko, saala meri baat sunta hi nahi…
Me: Look guys (in hindi), stop fucking my brain. (in english) You guys say as if my life is stuck in a deep hole. I agree, MBA is an instantaneous jump to one’s career, but its not a pre-requisite. What if I decide to shape up my own career? And yeah, without an MBA? I can read stuff that you did and do, I can think the way you do, I may not be better tham an MBA fella but I can equal the mental development without your fucking piece of paper or certificate or whatever you call it…
Chirag: Phirse badi badi phekne laga…
Me: Your ass (in hindi). I am seriously considering the prospect of a self-MBA.
Sumeet: Look, its already 8:30 pm. Khanna aunty will start shouting soon, we better get on with our game….
And so, the ‘MBA’ centric commotion ended but yeah, I am gonna self-develop myself. And if I still feel appropriate to do an MBA, I will join a B-school. Still one year for that decision.
As they say, little knowledge is more dangerous than no knowledge, GOD forbid if I take an unwanted step.. I am into an uncharted territory.
Well, right now I am gonna get back to books… Freakonomics by Steven D Levitt for me…
All names changed to protect privacy.
Dude Sumeet, if you are reading this thing, you know, i have displayed the message of names being fictious so, no one is gonna know.. Please dont try to break my bones...
I call up Sumeet, ask him about the Maharashtra Management CET (Common Entrance Test). The following convo took place:
Me: Hi dude… wassup?
Sumeet: Cool man, at last, tension relieved… got some reprise.
Me: Your english sucks as usual… Yeah, all this classes thing was taking a huge toll no? Hey, who all were at your centre with you?
Sumeet: Amit, Ravi and Ravina.
Me: How did the exam go? And how was it for the rest of the guys? How much do you expect?
Sumeet: Tu pehele tera bata…
Me: Just shut the fuck up and tell me or else I am gonna come there and kick your balls outta you…
Sumeet: Ok.. ok dude, don’t get so worked up you sick slimy bitch, exam was cool, should get around 95-100, same with Amit and Ravi. Ravina says she should be getting around 110 something… Yours?
Me: Yeah, gals are anyways better at academics. I did not give the exam man, so, I cannot say…
Sumeet: What? You outta your fucking mind? What happened? Sach bata, examiner caught you copying right?
Me: No man, I did not feel like giving it.
Sumeet: Don’t lie… well, we will meet in the evening. Gotta go bye..
Evening time:
We guys hangout, one of them is Chirag, an IIM Ahd. grad. He is one of those cool guys you rarely find. He stays right next to my flat and is a very good friend of mine. At the first look, he doesn’t strike you as an academician, one of the very few educated guys who knows what to talk and when to talk. He has helped pull my ass outta a lot of trouble many a times I have managed to get myself into and hence, I don’t mind whatever he says against me..
So, Sumeet, Chirag, myself and all other guys in our locality gather around for our usual play of soccer. Sumeet starts and informs others all the convo happened earlier during the day.
The resulting convo was as follows:
Chirag: Yeah, he is a fucking moron, CAT mein to daal gali nahi aur abhi yeh chance bhi chala gaya. What do you think? How wil you get into a good MBA school? Bade bade baatein karta hai. Bolta hai 6 figure salary chahiye…
Me: Saale, maine pagar ke bare mein kab bola? Jhooth mat bol..
Chirag: Theek hai, magar life mein aage kaise badhega?
Me: I dunno, I am happy currently..
Chirag: Happiness ke liye paise bhi chahiye. You won’t even get near to a 6 fig salary without an MBA from a reputed college. Now you have wasted one whole fucking year.
Sumeet: Maine bhi yehi bola usko, saala meri baat sunta hi nahi…
Me: Look guys (in hindi), stop fucking my brain. (in english) You guys say as if my life is stuck in a deep hole. I agree, MBA is an instantaneous jump to one’s career, but its not a pre-requisite. What if I decide to shape up my own career? And yeah, without an MBA? I can read stuff that you did and do, I can think the way you do, I may not be better tham an MBA fella but I can equal the mental development without your fucking piece of paper or certificate or whatever you call it…
Chirag: Phirse badi badi phekne laga…
Me: Your ass (in hindi). I am seriously considering the prospect of a self-MBA.
Sumeet: Look, its already 8:30 pm. Khanna aunty will start shouting soon, we better get on with our game….
And so, the ‘MBA’ centric commotion ended but yeah, I am gonna self-develop myself. And if I still feel appropriate to do an MBA, I will join a B-school. Still one year for that decision.
As they say, little knowledge is more dangerous than no knowledge, GOD forbid if I take an unwanted step.. I am into an uncharted territory.
Well, right now I am gonna get back to books… Freakonomics by Steven D Levitt for me…
All names changed to protect privacy.
Dude Sumeet, if you are reading this thing, you know, i have displayed the message of names being fictious so, no one is gonna know.. Please dont try to break my bones...
Better Than America
Students taking GMAT / TOEFL / IELTS rose by more than 30% this year with a majority of them choosing USA as their prime destination. Now, facts are simple.. many go with the hope of settling there and getting rich, and then planning to return to their motherland (no reference to MNS and hypocrite Bachchan here) when their balls cease their prime function i.e. to produce their fertility cells.
Well, cant blame them or can we? Call it greed or call it plain disgust for their surroundings developed due to their non ability to blend in the filth around.. both social as well as physical but, they are attracted to the richest country in the world. Partly attracted to the cheap beer there and partly attracted to the ability to make love in the open surroundings without interference.
Well, if you as reader are playing a part in the brain-drain of India I suggest you re-think your strategies. USA as a country is financially the most weakest in the world filled with blood sucking leeches around every nook and corner.. Well, I held that view some time back till I came across this movie 'SICKO' by Michael Moore. I held myself guilty for this view. My my.. how wrong was I? USA is not so bad.. USA is not full of blood sucking leeches. It has a few good people like George Bush, Bill Clinton, Robert E. Lee, etc. who are there to attract immigrants and eviscerate the very basis of existence of humanity in the garb of democracy. Yeah they may seem angelic 'guy next door' type fellas but, I tell ya, they are a lot more.. Did you know, one of these even had a huge contribution in blowing up Iraq and crippling its society to find oil, luckily, he chose the wrong country and blamed the terrorists for this act. No, I am not gonna tell you his name.. do your homework.
Now, concentrating to more national issues than international ones.. We are Indians you see, the 'Moti Chamdi' type people.. translates to 'Thick Skinned' type people. We dont give an earthworm to the journalistic pee we are subjected to these days. They talk about China and its problems with Tibet and Dalai Lama. Journalism was busy making love with Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton (who is incidentally and convincingly shown to be a corrupt politician in the foresaid movie) when there was a severe clamp-down on free speech and transparency for the last 6 years or so. Well, they were making love and I dont see a better activity than that.
So, if you are seriously considering the 'Abroad Education' option, please watch this movie.. Please as I may repeat cause you are my fellow Indians and 'All Indians are my brothers and sisters (except those whom I elope with)'. That was my pledge which I took every day except Sundays, summer holidays, public holidays and semester ending holidays and I am staying true to my pledge. Fellow brethren, please as frightened souls, I donot recommend USA for any type of excursion. There are better avenues for education, business, love, beer, cinematography, etc. Also, there is atleast some type of security from trigger happy citizens who religiously find educational campuses as perfect spots to practice their shots.
Please watch the movie. Beg, Borrow, Steal.. Even if you are not planning to 'visit' USA, atleast you will find solace in the corruption of India where you get your job done in a few hundred rupees worth buttering. Its affordable guys. Feel blessed that you live in a country whose population does not care whether trains are blasted or not, whether the city drowns or not but cares how to get back home.. and will get back home even if it means going through a swarm of corpses, swim or rather wade through miles of sunken tracks.. After all, its Home Sweet Home!
Oh, you will also start respecting Cuba a lot more than any football club you admire and respect and will want to procure your fever/cold medication from there. Dont blame me if you ever get caught.
Our Deeds
Indians have a very dominant lineage of considering their siblings as their own property and hence, at their disposal. Not that, they are wrong or inappropriate in any way with reference to this subject… Well, it’s what the parents feel. I suppose I have given a thought on this human behavior for like 10mins or so and felt to write something. Also, I feel to write cause I have not written since my girl ditched me and that’s a really long time.
Human beings (my experiment/observation pool is limited to Indians only and hence, this blog is in reference to Indians only) have a huge sense of pride and belonging, emotional bond to things where their efforts matter, both living and non-living, a rather strong emotional bond, independent of their ownership on that particular thing. Now the most surprising thing I observed is, the attachment towards material possessions are well guarded and looked after without causing harm but it is not always true pertaining to siblings. Young children are scolded, beaten, left scarred if they deviate from their guardian’s expectations. This live subject I came across:
Now, since I get medical bills reimbursed by my employer (I know MY EMPLOYER ROCKS!!!!), I get all my bathroom items billed under a medical prescription by my family doctor. And no, I don’t know and don’t care what the medicines he prescribes stand for unless they amount to a huge sum and the medico sneers with surprise after reading the list. You see, we three have a symbiotic relationship: Me, the Medico guy and the Doc. And so, I was getting my (ahem..) privileged (read costly) cough syrup from my medico and there was this angelic young guy around 10-12 years old.. old enough to understand the ongoing happenings, checking out all sorts things.. both living and non living. He was accompanied by his father. I suppose it can only be a father who, in all probability can act in a manner that followed:
So, I was asking the medico guy what all were the latest addons in the bathroom product-line in his kitty. But, since he was a bit busy, I did not mind looking around and checking out rainbow colored shampoos and body sprays (One thought: are these all even used.. illegally?). Then, this kid came near me and was a bit amused of my PSP and wanted to check it out. I felt something.. as if my past was alive in front of me. I kinda bonded with the fella instantly, we both exploring my gadget. Just then, his supposed father gave him 20 bucks to get any piece of candy within the range of provided expense. Lucky kid I thought.. I never used to get money when I was a kid.. I mean I still am but an age of 23 does not make me eligible to contest for that tag. So this young dude goes to the counter selling sweeties and he picks the imported jelly ones.. for 20 bucks.. even I wanted to buy one so, I got one.. of course billed on my cough syrup. These were tasty I tell ya.. I even offer them to the young kid who wanted to savor his sweeties later at his leisure. So, this kid shows proudly his selection to his dad which I suppose should had been very pleased for his kid’s selection but no, he on looking at these sweets, snatched them from the kid, slapped him in the shop in all public presence, chided him for his choice and got him a 5-star instead which obviously the kid did not want.
Now, I don’t see what went wrong.. was it the candy he got? Was it poisonous? These were not even sweet.. these were the tangy and chewy ones. I looked into the contents, lest I would get impotent or anything but, these were clean.. I even inquired to the guy at the counter if these had any problem? Same answer.. no problem.. What went wrong? After all the investigation, I was still clueless as to what went wrong to tip his dad off..
Then I thought the father’s PDA (Public Display Of Anger) was showing up.. that only was the logical conclusion I could get to.. Imagine the trauma and shame the kid must have had felt.. self-confidence just went outta the window. I felt sorry for the kid.. promising to buy the same candy the next time I get to see him.
Parents should have a pre-parental examination of some sort. Like those umpteen entrance examinations you have in India to determine whether the person is fit to be a parent or not. And not that one just inserts his dick into a vagina.
No wonder in earlier times people used to take the permission of their king to allow them to raise a child..
Human beings (my experiment/observation pool is limited to Indians only and hence, this blog is in reference to Indians only) have a huge sense of pride and belonging, emotional bond to things where their efforts matter, both living and non-living, a rather strong emotional bond, independent of their ownership on that particular thing. Now the most surprising thing I observed is, the attachment towards material possessions are well guarded and looked after without causing harm but it is not always true pertaining to siblings. Young children are scolded, beaten, left scarred if they deviate from their guardian’s expectations. This live subject I came across:
Now, since I get medical bills reimbursed by my employer (I know MY EMPLOYER ROCKS!!!!), I get all my bathroom items billed under a medical prescription by my family doctor. And no, I don’t know and don’t care what the medicines he prescribes stand for unless they amount to a huge sum and the medico sneers with surprise after reading the list. You see, we three have a symbiotic relationship: Me, the Medico guy and the Doc. And so, I was getting my (ahem..) privileged (read costly) cough syrup from my medico and there was this angelic young guy around 10-12 years old.. old enough to understand the ongoing happenings, checking out all sorts things.. both living and non living. He was accompanied by his father. I suppose it can only be a father who, in all probability can act in a manner that followed:
So, I was asking the medico guy what all were the latest addons in the bathroom product-line in his kitty. But, since he was a bit busy, I did not mind looking around and checking out rainbow colored shampoos and body sprays (One thought: are these all even used.. illegally?). Then, this kid came near me and was a bit amused of my PSP and wanted to check it out. I felt something.. as if my past was alive in front of me. I kinda bonded with the fella instantly, we both exploring my gadget. Just then, his supposed father gave him 20 bucks to get any piece of candy within the range of provided expense. Lucky kid I thought.. I never used to get money when I was a kid.. I mean I still am but an age of 23 does not make me eligible to contest for that tag. So this young dude goes to the counter selling sweeties and he picks the imported jelly ones.. for 20 bucks.. even I wanted to buy one so, I got one.. of course billed on my cough syrup. These were tasty I tell ya.. I even offer them to the young kid who wanted to savor his sweeties later at his leisure. So, this kid shows proudly his selection to his dad which I suppose should had been very pleased for his kid’s selection but no, he on looking at these sweets, snatched them from the kid, slapped him in the shop in all public presence, chided him for his choice and got him a 5-star instead which obviously the kid did not want.
Now, I don’t see what went wrong.. was it the candy he got? Was it poisonous? These were not even sweet.. these were the tangy and chewy ones. I looked into the contents, lest I would get impotent or anything but, these were clean.. I even inquired to the guy at the counter if these had any problem? Same answer.. no problem.. What went wrong? After all the investigation, I was still clueless as to what went wrong to tip his dad off..
Then I thought the father’s PDA (Public Display Of Anger) was showing up.. that only was the logical conclusion I could get to.. Imagine the trauma and shame the kid must have had felt.. self-confidence just went outta the window. I felt sorry for the kid.. promising to buy the same candy the next time I get to see him.
Parents should have a pre-parental examination of some sort. Like those umpteen entrance examinations you have in India to determine whether the person is fit to be a parent or not. And not that one just inserts his dick into a vagina.
No wonder in earlier times people used to take the permission of their king to allow them to raise a child..
No Honking Day!!
An absolutely ridiculous take on this (ahem!!) sensitive subject:
Normal junta cooks up a lot of attempts towards serious issues which look really funny to laymen who donot understand as to why they are created in the first place. It may be due to their limited cranial capacities or a P1 processor still running which they need to upgrade.. I am one of such nonsense mongers.
One such day was the Batti Bujhao Day (or something like that) the best part is that they were sane enough to tell junta to switch off lights for just an hour unlike out ‘Intellectual’ politicians who would advice to shut off lights for an year or so.. which is not feasible… I need to watch porn on my rig which requires electricity so, I would had withdrawn myself from such an agitation instantaneously. Well, the agitation worked and Tata Power acknowledged a 35% drop in electricity load during the stated hour. Success nevertheless…
Now comes a ‘No Honking Day’ 07 April.. I suppose its their first ‘No Honking Day’. Wonder how many such days are actually present.. There’s Teachers day, Engineer’s day, Children’s day, Health Day, Pets day, Animal day, Kings day, Aids day.. I cannot even recollect all that I have even heard of.. and no, these are not searched on the net and pasted here.. see, I have left out Father’s day… All of these seem so fucking ridiculous. Tomorrow if we all are dying of cholera or some other water borne epidemic, we will have a ‘No Peeing Day’ or a ‘No Shitting Day’ or something like that.. I wonder why have they not come out with a ‘No Wanking Day’? or a ‘No Sex Day’ that would be something interesting.. Its funny what people try to get attention.. well, it gets attention but not quite the way they want..
Imagine if we a ‘No Sex Day’ (I doubt its existence).. and a couple gets hyper, they will have sex on the pretex that no-one is doing it and so, they automatically become the elusive ones to get down.
This ‘No Honking Day’ if implemented, would be a disaster.. the riders would have one excuse less if caught in an accident imagine the convo:
Victim to Police: He did not honk and hence, I did not realize he was there and he ran over me.. now I am one family jewel less..
Driver: Today was supposed to be a No Honking Day and hence, being a good citizen as I always have been, could do nothing other than let him be my target
Police: So, you two are innocent huh? Well, whatever, you two need do shell out 5000 bucks each.
Victim and Driver in unison: To each other? That makes no sense..
Police: No you dumb fucks.. you need to give it to me so that I can buy a vehicle and practice this noble day.
Victim: But, what about my treatment?
Driver: It’s a No Honking Day if you have not yet understood.
Police: So, you are getting the cash or we can settle the easy way…
Victim and Driver in unison: What easy way? You gonna give us the money?
Police: No, you two come with me to the Marine Drive station.. My boss is gay.. he will treat you guys for like one night and then let you go.. this is the easy way..
Victim: One jewel less is better than losing my virginity.
Police: You will not lose your virginity.
Victim: What do you mean!!... What? No way, I am not gonna get used.
Driver: Whose idea was this ‘No Honking Day’ anyways?
Police: Don’t tell anybody, but it’s a new outcome of our new extensively intellectual ‘Public La Yeda Banva’ program.
Driver to the Victim in private, ‘Look, we will just take off.. you get yourself treated and I will get on my way, lets just pretend this never happened.’
Victim: Yeah.. lets just take off.
Driver: Look, an accident!!
Police: Where? A new bakra.. looks like I will have that new Pulsar by the evening.
Driver and victim boot in the meantime.
And I Went To The Psychaitrist
And so, it all started.
I was a normal kid in school till the 5th grade, having the normal hormonal spurts.. i.e. pimples on my face (what else did you think you sick perverts!!) and some problems with the female population in my school. You see, I was in a co-ed and had not yet faced such a prob.
Then came a miracle of God… my Dad decided to move to another area in the city and so, I had to change my school. The new one was an all-boys convent. You see, as a kid if one gets away with the opposite sex scenario, it’s a crystal clear world ahead of him. Well, it was not actually crystal clear… I had two all-gal convent schools in a very-near vicinity and one being affiliated to the same church as ours, we had a very steady and regular visiting companionship every Mondays and Thursdays for our religion/value education class. Me being a non-catholic, had my share with the female kind in our class. And God, did I look forward to attending it. In my living memory, I think I did not lose a single functional value-education class. Well, it was really ‘Value-Education’ after-all.
As for the rest 95% (well, 8 classes a day and 5 days a week.. you calculate) of the time.. I was a spoilt kid spoilt in the sense, I lived school life to the fullest, broke school rules to the maximum, defied teacher’s orders to the maximum.. well under permissible limits. Yeah, those were the good ol’ days. Thank heavens Mumbai Mirror was not available those days or else, I would had been famous for all the wrong reasons.
So, came the 8th grade. Days were passing by happily until the fated open-house that year. At an open house, one is required to get their parents or guardians so that they will get to know the teacher (nudge.. nudge) of their ward, his academic progress and clear any doubts pertaining to their ward’s academic and school life. This time, our class teacher had changed. By that I mean our class teacher was not the regular ones you can find.. she was a bit cautious type. The one who will take interest in your breathing pattern types lest you may mysteriously choke to death even if you are on an unmanned island without anything in your hands. She was just too much. So, this teacher after putting up with my antics for just about 2 months or so, decides that I should have a trip to the psychiatrist. She thought, ‘It will be good for the child’ and my dad also having the same notion since my birth, agreed instantaneously.
And, so the day arrived. I reviewed all that I had heard about psychiatrists, the notion that they are deemed to prove that you are a behemoth of satanic activity, also that they show you mysterious pictures and ask you to interpret those. Well, I was ready. I did not care of whatever he told me to tell him, my answer would be typical: I love Britney Spears’s songs and not the singer herself. I have not studied female bilolgy. I am not interested in Black Sabbath’s songs. The pictures he shows me are of beautiful flowers blooming. And not the least, no matter what, I was not gonna sleep on the couch.
So, we entered the psychiatrist office. He looked as one of those people who had long passed their professional expiry dates. He gave a very big smile, welcoming us and offered me chocolates. I declined instantaneously stating my allergy towards chocolates lest they were injected with some truth-spewing medicine. They are the players of mind you see.. He asked me all sort of questions, some of those:
Which is my favorite TV serial?
Ans: Mickey Mouse
Which is my favorite sport?
Ans: Carrom
Which is my favorite personality?
Ans: Mother Theresa
What do I do in my pastime?
Ans: Paint flowers and gardens.
What do I think of Sharon Stone?
Ans: Who is she?
Do I like WWF?
Ans: Whats WWF?
Why does my teacher complain about me to my father?
Ans: I dunno, maybe she must be talking about some other guy who was mistaken to be my father’s son who is actually not his son but some other father’s son which is cause I am my father’s son and I am his only son.
What would you like to be when you grow up?
Ans: I would like to be a doctor.
Why would you like to be a doctor?
Ans: Because I like to help people and make them happy (yeah right!!).
Do I know any swear-words like bhen***d or something?
Ans: I know what saala means and use it but in rare cases.
And so, the session ended. Thank God, I was not subjected to the couch.
Conclusion: I needed to get out a little and get to know some guy stuff like mountain climbing or something. I was incidentally subjected to a lot of peer-pressure and had to take my time off books.
Dad was hell confused hearing diametrically opposite views from the doc and the teacher. Well, he decided to go with the doc and here I am, grown up without any constraints whatsoever and have not taken a trip to another psychiatrist whatsoever.
I was a normal kid in school till the 5th grade, having the normal hormonal spurts.. i.e. pimples on my face (what else did you think you sick perverts!!) and some problems with the female population in my school. You see, I was in a co-ed and had not yet faced such a prob.
Then came a miracle of God… my Dad decided to move to another area in the city and so, I had to change my school. The new one was an all-boys convent. You see, as a kid if one gets away with the opposite sex scenario, it’s a crystal clear world ahead of him. Well, it was not actually crystal clear… I had two all-gal convent schools in a very-near vicinity and one being affiliated to the same church as ours, we had a very steady and regular visiting companionship every Mondays and Thursdays for our religion/value education class. Me being a non-catholic, had my share with the female kind in our class. And God, did I look forward to attending it. In my living memory, I think I did not lose a single functional value-education class. Well, it was really ‘Value-Education’ after-all.
As for the rest 95% (well, 8 classes a day and 5 days a week.. you calculate) of the time.. I was a spoilt kid spoilt in the sense, I lived school life to the fullest, broke school rules to the maximum, defied teacher’s orders to the maximum.. well under permissible limits. Yeah, those were the good ol’ days. Thank heavens Mumbai Mirror was not available those days or else, I would had been famous for all the wrong reasons.
So, came the 8th grade. Days were passing by happily until the fated open-house that year. At an open house, one is required to get their parents or guardians so that they will get to know the teacher (nudge.. nudge) of their ward, his academic progress and clear any doubts pertaining to their ward’s academic and school life. This time, our class teacher had changed. By that I mean our class teacher was not the regular ones you can find.. she was a bit cautious type. The one who will take interest in your breathing pattern types lest you may mysteriously choke to death even if you are on an unmanned island without anything in your hands. She was just too much. So, this teacher after putting up with my antics for just about 2 months or so, decides that I should have a trip to the psychiatrist. She thought, ‘It will be good for the child’ and my dad also having the same notion since my birth, agreed instantaneously.
And, so the day arrived. I reviewed all that I had heard about psychiatrists, the notion that they are deemed to prove that you are a behemoth of satanic activity, also that they show you mysterious pictures and ask you to interpret those. Well, I was ready. I did not care of whatever he told me to tell him, my answer would be typical: I love Britney Spears’s songs and not the singer herself. I have not studied female bilolgy. I am not interested in Black Sabbath’s songs. The pictures he shows me are of beautiful flowers blooming. And not the least, no matter what, I was not gonna sleep on the couch.
So, we entered the psychiatrist office. He looked as one of those people who had long passed their professional expiry dates. He gave a very big smile, welcoming us and offered me chocolates. I declined instantaneously stating my allergy towards chocolates lest they were injected with some truth-spewing medicine. They are the players of mind you see.. He asked me all sort of questions, some of those:
Which is my favorite TV serial?
Ans: Mickey Mouse
Which is my favorite sport?
Ans: Carrom
Which is my favorite personality?
Ans: Mother Theresa
What do I do in my pastime?
Ans: Paint flowers and gardens.
What do I think of Sharon Stone?
Ans: Who is she?
Do I like WWF?
Ans: Whats WWF?
Why does my teacher complain about me to my father?
Ans: I dunno, maybe she must be talking about some other guy who was mistaken to be my father’s son who is actually not his son but some other father’s son which is cause I am my father’s son and I am his only son.
What would you like to be when you grow up?
Ans: I would like to be a doctor.
Why would you like to be a doctor?
Ans: Because I like to help people and make them happy (yeah right!!).
Do I know any swear-words like bhen***d or something?
Ans: I know what saala means and use it but in rare cases.
And so, the session ended. Thank God, I was not subjected to the couch.
Conclusion: I needed to get out a little and get to know some guy stuff like mountain climbing or something. I was incidentally subjected to a lot of peer-pressure and had to take my time off books.
Dad was hell confused hearing diametrically opposite views from the doc and the teacher. Well, he decided to go with the doc and here I am, grown up without any constraints whatsoever and have not taken a trip to another psychiatrist whatsoever.
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