tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38303847797526330022024-03-13T12:02:28.412-07:00Subliminal versesAshishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-40459289458022270292011-02-12T08:52:00.000-08:002011-02-12T19:56:19.102-08:0010 things i learned from Bangalore!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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1) Southies are not racist. Northies are!! (Spare the rickshaw walas)<br />
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2) There are landlords who don't mind a bachelor living his life!! (Gals are always allowed in the house!! ;-) )<br />
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3) Bitching of all sorts is less offensive in English!!! ( Learn Hindi from the Northies!)<br />
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4) Dosa with coffee in breakfast is better than omlette wrapped in aloo ka parantha (trust me..)<br />
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5) Everything is like anything!! (seriously, like anything)<br />
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6) There exists an irrational replacement for a question '????' - 'aaaaaa'. (MG roadaaaa)<br />
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7) Hot gals don't mind going out wid guys like me!! (hehehehe...)<br />
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8) The abondoned from the North thrives in the South!! - (Yes, A Rock band)<br />
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9) Show-off is patented only to the Punjabissss!! (or may be to some idiots)<br />
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10) Delhi is in no means the best city in India!! (Still disputable ;-))<br />
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</div>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-33049590627381139452010-02-01T13:59:00.000-08:002019-09-16T02:08:57.468-07:00Institute of Entertainment & Timepass<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There the teenagers study engineering<o:p></o:p></div>
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Where the freshers' party is always worth a watch<o:p></o:p></div>
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because every year it ends up in a brawl.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One day you will find yourself pleased.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Dr. Chairman is no less.</div>
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DJ plays only Bhangra and folk.</div>
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Where gals and guys are banned from sitting together,<o:p></o:p></div>
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someone's destroying their teen.</div>
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It's a secret place to make love, people,</div>
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no one’s ever gonna catch ya!!</div>
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But we know he's an alien.<o:p></o:p></div>
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While the guards shut the canteen down,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the daredevils jump off the walls<o:p></o:p></div>
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the losers return to the halls and this cycle carries on.</div>
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A night before the exam everyone plays Counter-Strike.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The other day everyone prays the deity for a Favor-Strike.</div>
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who forgets the faces that ragged them so low ?<br />
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students realize that they are so doomed.</div>
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time has come to bid goodbye.</div>
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That’s my alma mater.<o:p></o:p><br />
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</div><span lang="EN-US">Aaah!! At last I got some space in the fourth dimension for the blogsville. All this while my office kept me busy and it didn’t let me buy time for blogging at all. But that’s not all. Another reason for being away from writing was my newly developed hobby of reading novels. Oops!!! not novels but a novel. I found the title to be too intriguing; hence, I bought it at the very first sight. It’s penned by Richard Dawkins. So, if you guys know him then you can easily guess what it would be all about. Well I have always liked when someone questions the irrational beliefs and theories that exist in our society, especially on the grounds of religion. And the vituperative responses that are generated against such questioning only help me believe more strongly in the anti-belief that our society gruesomely refers to atheism. But I am not in the mood to talk about all this right now. Let me first finish this novel (which might take years as it’s quite boring and indiscernible due to its British author and his high-fundoo English). I hope ‘<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_God_Delusion">The God Delusion</a>’ becomes the 2<sup>nd</sup> ever novel in my short but long term list of 'Finished novels'</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US">.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Well there is a little bit of masala news that I wanted to share. <a href="http://www.porcupinetree.com/">Porcupine Tree</a> is coming to India. That too to Mumbai!!! And this metal head, yah this one- ‘the one writing this post’ is eagerly waiting for them as he already has his tickets booked for their <a href="http://www.moodi.org/porcupinetree/">live show</a> on 21<sup>st</sup> dec. </span><br />
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</div>You guys will be surprised to know that I came to know about Porcupine Tree (PT) only a month ago from my friend. And I started listening to them then only. I then realized what I had been missing for all these years. What an impact they had on me!!Now I listen to PT when i am in the office, when i am travelling in the bus and even before sleeping. Most of the times I refer to myself as a normal guy who is not crazy about anything but when it comes to music, there comes an exception. And I feel proud to say that I am crazy about Porcupine tree now. Though PT is a rare non-generic band, I will still refer them as ‘Rock artists who fuse different types of sound’ to keep it simple here. Their delusive lyrics, soothing and melodious guitar, heavy beats of drums and the very dexterous keyboard play will surely make this a dream concert for me. Still there is one month to go but I am already hyperexcited about it. My friends will soon start believing that I am suffering from logorrhea coz whenever this topic comes around in the discussion all I do is talking!!!<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I hope some of you who are reading this are also Porcupine Tree fans (I know I am hoping against hope coz they are the most underrated stars of music industry, very few people know about them). Hope to see you guys in the concert</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><span lang="EN-US">.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><b>P.S.</b>: I didn’t post anything in last 30 days and my IndiRank went up by 4 places. It’s 39/100 from 43/100. Hmm.. interesting!! I guess I will be IndiRank 1 if I quit blogging …what say?? :D</span><br />
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</div>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-46954656886707874422009-10-04T12:04:00.000-07:002009-10-06T21:35:06.284-07:00Five point some views!!!<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My friend Bharathi wrote an excellent post - ‘</span></span><a href="http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/2009/10/indian-dream.html"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Indian dream</span></span></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">’ a few days back. I request you to read it first for a better understanding of what's going to follow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bharathi's remarks on the political leaders and on our country are pretty intellectual but i kind of disagree with some of them. The aberrations in our opinions are not only restricted to the points of ‘corruption’ or ‘whom to blame for country’s situation’ but they also extend to the more subtle points like ’IST’ and ‘Whether Indians do their job whole heartedly or not’.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let me start with this – First of all I don’t think that comparing a developing nation with a developed nation is a wise thing to do. This is because the differences between them are vast and often the root causes of these differences are never addressed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The question of political corruption, the question of infrastructure, the question of good behavior, all of these have one common answer to them – ‘Money’. Developed nations have enough money to keep their citizens happy and the developing nations don’t. And I don’t need to reveal where they got all that money from J. Even the poorest there would be richer than his counterpart living in a developing nation. The problems that make a developing nation ‘developing’ can hardly be found in a developed nation. So one should not fixate his thinking on why this happens here only and not in the developed countries. You need to think deep to answer this. There is no comparison. The two categories of nations are at different levels all together. It’s like comparing a cat with a mouse and thinking when the mouse will actually be able to walk abreast with the cat. </span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But yah, what we can do is that we can compare two rats together. Like two giant rats ‘India’ and ‘China’. Then we can figure out what these two are good at and what we should learn from them in order to achieve our goal of becoming ‘Developed’. That will be a better comparision in many ways. This is because it’s more likely that the two developing nations face similar problems. Thus, by learning how one of them finds a way out of the issues, one can help the other nation in pragmatically solving the similar issues. Our objective is to become better in our own ways. All the developed nations on their path of development were actually competing with each other and that’s how they became developed :). Same trend we should follow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">‘</span></span><b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I feel politicians and corrupt officials are not born straight from sky. They indeed originate within us. They reflect the culture and practices of our entire nation. When we are pointing fingers at corrupt politicians, can we tell that our common people are free of guilt?</span></span></i></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">’</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Absolutely true Bharathi. Neither do the politicians come from the sky nor is the common man free of guilt. But leaders like Mahatma Gandhi, Sardar Valabhbhai Patel, Jawahar lal Nehru, Lal Bahadur Shastry (and the list of great leaders go on..) also existed with us. Leaders are those who make people follow them, who are considered as idols, who are respected and loved. They are not the ones who follow what a common man does. They are those who bring reforms. They are not the ones who leave their nation and society as it is. Common man needs someone to lead him. A common man’s thinking can be changed by his leader. Leader has to be influential rather than being a dumb listener. Just like Raja Ram Mohan Roy who went against the Indian society and culture to abolish ‘Sati’ system, a political leader’s role is to improve the society by bringing reforms and not to merely accept the society from where he has come from. So, I don’t think that a leader should reflect the culture and practices of the entire nation. If our society is wrong then leaders can only correct them. The sad part is that in India the kind of people who volunteer in elections are not actually made up of leader’s material but are merely representatives of people who don’t even know them. Do you think we have any strong leaders now?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">a) India is still highly uneducated.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There is a difference between literacy and education. You can earn well, you can speak well if you are literate but literacy doesn’t guarantee ‘good behaviour’. Sometimes in Delhi I feel that richies are less educated than the middle and lower class. I guess our education system has failed to provide proper education to not only to the children of poor but also of wealthy people.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That’s a very important point that you picked up Bharathi. But if you dig deep into the reasons as to why most of the Indians are not that job efficient then you will find that – ‘Indians are not usually happy with their jobs’. Not because it’s paying them less but because they are least interested in the kind of jobs that they do. Now why will someone take a job which will not interest him much? The answer is ‘Family’ and ‘Society’. Indians are wild social animals. And our culture defines our duties; Duties like taking responsibilities of your family, earn some name and respect in the society. You don’t always have a freedom of pursuing what you want to.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As of now what you can give to the UK are the condolences and sympathies from the Indians, directed towards their cricket team :). After all their largest past time colony or what I should say ‘Slave’ is currently the ‘King’ of the game that they invented centuries ago. What else can you give to them??? Just kiddin’ :p.</span></span><br />
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</div>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-40964569618547255702009-10-04T05:36:00.001-07:002012-10-22T03:17:32.397-07:00The Curious Case of Our Nation!! (Reiterated)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such has been our unity in the past that we were ruled by almost every might in this world. Such is the case with terrorism in our country that hardly anything has been done.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such is the craze for Cricket that players are treated as kings as well as waste. The condition of other sports makes them so out of taste.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such are the IT engineers here that most of them don't even know C. And still </span><st1:country -region="-region" st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is the number 1 preference for all the IT companies.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fuming faces when a Muslim girl is on the </span><st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tennis Court</span></st1:address></st1:street><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is what we get to see. The same faces grin when a Muslim actress wears two piece bikini in a movie.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such are the filmfare awards here that the best of the actors actually boycott them!! Such is the adulation for some that people actually worship them.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such are the people here who despite of knowing the truth, elect the culprits of ‘Gujrat riots’. Still they don’t agree that they are religiously biased.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The world thinks that </span><st1:country -region="-region" st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is changing and so do we, but what remains the same are the slums in Mumbai.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-30023795202135219752009-09-28T10:45:00.000-07:002012-10-21T22:55:09.069-07:00A Piscean's anger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">It’s one of those days when I am cursing myself, loathing myself for being a Piscean. The strengths of a Piscean succumbed to its weaknesses today. It’s frustrating, it’s demoralizing, it’s grim and most of all it has taken away an essential element of my life from me. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">The most famous Piscean weakness has to be this – ‘Pisceans are sentimental beings’. </span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">It doesn’t mean that they are mawkish but the fact is that they get affected with the subtlest tender and emotion on this earth. I am sentimental and I hate being this. It makes me weak. It confuses me. And most of all, it hurts me. It hurts me when people can’t understand my sentiments. It hurts when some insignificant issues spawn sentiments in my mind. And we know this world, don’t we?? Is it good to be sentimental in this ruthless world?? No!!! Absolutely not. But I just </span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">can’t get away with it. I am hapless.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">aren</span>’t born-courageous, are they??</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The kind of truths they reveal suggest - negative. All the confessions made are just for one reason – ‘Money’. They come to this show and embarrass themselves and their families in front of the whole world for all the wrong doings in their lives and get a little wealthy. But they won’t agree with my last statement. I don’t know whether it’s their perception or their greed that brings them on that stage. But what I will say is that their perception has been corrupted with ‘The Omnipotent Money’. I mean come on, why at first you want the world audience to be staring at you in disgust when you confess the ugliest truths of your lives? What has the world got to do with you? I wonder is it money or the guilt that drives them to reveal the unspoken and the unspeakable truths of their lives. Surely it’s money. Ask them if they will like to come to this show and bring out their true selves in front of the public if they are not granted any money to do so. Well, they need a reason as to why to risk their lives, right?? Money is the best reason. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The most hypocritical thing about claiming truth in front of the world is the fact that you never really cared what the world thinks or may think of you. If you would have really cared you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">wouldn'</span>t have been on the hot seat at first. People are well aware of the fact that how they will degrade themselves in the eyes of the society and their family if they reveal things that they have done in their past life, for most of them ‘money’ was the reason. So, they think that by accepting the truth (at the exchange of money) will bring their family some kinda pride?? No. So, why do they want to devour their family’s reputation in front of the world? If they really want redemption, why don’t they bring out the confessions in their own house where their family can actually hear them with much more pleasure rather than pain? Somethings are so personal that people can’t really understand them and by revealing them in public will only help society in making a negative impression of you. And guess what, society is smart. Anyways, It won’t buy your faithfulness and sincerity in claiming the truths because you are exchanging them for money. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Confession in the form of redemption must be unconditional</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small;">So, that brings us to this question!! People lie for money and now people are speaking the truth for the same? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Yah</span> and this is the interpretation I drew from the show ‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sach</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Samna</span>’. Their souls have been tainted with the greed for money. So, even in the process of redemption they want to earn money through some or the other way. If there were no shows like ‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Sach</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Samna</span>’, so many people <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">wouldn</span>’t have confessed their truths and would have continued living with the lies that they sold to others. Strange it is. They feel alleviated after answering all those questions. And I just wonder that how they again create an illusion of doing something right by committing another grave mistake in their lives – ‘The mistake of selling their family’s reputation for some million rupees’. Their fathers never did the same. Cause for them reputation and self-respect was more important than money. They never took a wrong path even when they were living in penury. They were better humans. Money <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">wasn</span>’t everything for them.</span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small;">But people have changed now. They view things differently. Respect is a secondary word for the most. Money is first. They come to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Mumbai to find a job. And when they fail, </span>they lose their souls there. And who is the rapist? Money. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small;">Why don’t this new generation go home and tell everything to their families if they are overwhelmed with guilt?? Why now people are speaking truth only because someone’s paying them for it!! Why don’t they realize that even this money is not coming free of cost to them!! It takes all the reputation and respect out of them. Do they think their families will ever be proud of whatever amount they earned from ‘<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Sach</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Samna</span>’??? I think no family will like to answer this. </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-84939735039898862009-08-22T05:43:00.000-07:002009-09-15T04:39:35.965-07:00Wednesday's vicissitudes<p class="MsoNormal">Life is full of accidents, some fortunate and some unfortunate. But when both of these inverses stamp together, they make one hell of the day, right? Wednesday was such a day. It was one of the weirdest days that I have ever experienced. It was full of emotions. Emotions that changed their phase as the day passed by. Let me share some of them with you.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Client's meeting debacle</b></p><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O0W5Y_KYq8/So_841Y5leI/AAAAAAAABIY/Hw8XxFLT3_g/s320/SuperStock_1560R-2050625.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372790933810681314" /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Wednesday was an important day for me. The Japanese partners of my office team had planned a visit that day. I was a little excited. This was my first face to face with the clien</p><p class="MsoNormal">ts (that’s what we call our business partners, yah it’s weird). So, I wake up early that morning (7 o' clk is really early for me), freshened up(everyone on this planet is forced to, otherwise, consequences can be disastrous), hurriedly took bath(so against myself)<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>and groomed well(trust me, I always try to be well groomed) for the very first business meeting of my life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You must have heard about JIT, right? Well for those who haven’t (I mean all of you), it’s an acronym for ‘Just- in- time’. This is something that Japanese preach and Indians loath. Japanese are known to be very particular about their timings and it’s like whatever it may take, they achieve it ‘just-in-time’. Contrarily, Indians follow their IST (Indian Stretchable time) standards. Of course no one insults the 4<sup>th</sup> dimension of continuum as badly as we do. But urging to defy the common practice and being a wayward Indian, I left for office well before my usual timing hoping to reach there before 9 AM.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But that morning I forgot a famous adage. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Mr. Murphy had stated-</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>‘Anything that can go wrong will go wrong’.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I realized this when I found myself stuck in a miles long traffic jam. And it was bad. For the very first time in Bangalore, I found the traffic halting due to an accident and not due to a traffic signal. I didn’t know whom to curse, my luck or Bangalore (which is again due to my luck). None would have cruise me to office anyways. So, desperately I started wishing that my clients get stuck too. The traffic crawled cohesively and I was late to the office by an hour and a half.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> Thousands of things were running in my mind. I could imagine my lead scolding me for coming so late. I could imagine the clients waiting for me (though I had nothing to present to them). My watch struck 10.30 AM when I found myself in front of my office’s campus. But just when I decided to rush into the campus, my teammate called up and said- “Ashish, due to the traffic jam, our clients have been diverted to our old office, so rush towards the old office”. Screwed, I was damn screwed. All the curiosity, all the excitement, all the thunder was gone in a split of a second. After spending two and a half hrs in traffic, my company wanted me to spend another one hr. with it. I expected a better morning than this.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>My Best Friend’s Tales</b></p><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1O0W5Y_KYq8/So_84Zaw_EI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Tlw7vD5mEek/s320/b,w,child,sad,baby,angry,girl,beautiful-60bc38b7781d2e44a71132ae3cfaceb4_h%5B2%5D%5B2%5D.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372790926302313538" /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Well the noon was no better either. My best friend got upset with me on some trivial issue. And me being a little senti moron, couldn’t stay normal as it happened. Now, let me admit that– ‘Women are the most talented species on this planet ’. They can confuse you on anything, they can accuse you for anything, they can threaten you on doing anything, all just with a beep of one SMS. First they recommend you to change yourself. Then when you start changing, they feel that this is not how they wanted you to be, so, if you continue to change then they will get upset and will ask you to be the same as before. Something similar to this was what my friend wanted and didn’t want from me. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Complicated, right?? Girls are complicated and nothing is complicated about this fact. I bet that no guy can claim that he can understand a girl. If he does, then he is a big liar.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Even, Oscar Wilde said-</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>‘Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood’.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>No offence to my female readers, I am not trying to be chauvinistic but that day my friend really bowled over my mood. A little series of messages were enough to piss me off. So, please excuse me for venting out my frustration publicly.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">A twist in the afternoon</span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Money</b></p><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O0W5Y_KYq8/So_8XuIu_xI/AAAAAAAABII/VNPpiPg8n3A/s320/salary2.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372790364928147218" /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">After a screwed up half-day session, I wasn’t expecting things to get better. But call it a fluke or anything, all of a sudden the day turned green. At some 3 PM, I got news from my colleagues that we will be getting a hike this month. All tensed and grim I turned ecstatic and overjoyed in a second. The sudden swing of mood was sweet as sugar. I was waiting for it. I had enough being a mediocre for a while.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Like someone said- </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>‘A steady salary is an invitation to mediocrity’</i>,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will say –</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>‘Hikes are good; they keep you happy even on a screwed-up day’. </i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Apology<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well this was not all that the afternoon had to offer to me. At 4.00 PM my mobile beeped. It was my best friend again. But this time she was feeling sorry for whatever she had said in the morning. She knows how sullen I get when I fight with her. And she didn’t want to trouble me in the office. I know she cares for me even when she is upset with me. She is a sweetheart. I smiled when I read her apology. My mind was now a placid place again. She plucked out all the tension from it. I thought that I will give a call to her in the evening. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Perhaps she is the one best suited for this quote-</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>‘</i><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";color:#321D02;"><i>A best friend accepts us as we are yet helps us to be what we shoul</i></span></span><i>d’.</i><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:#321D02;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#321D02;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1O0W5Y_KYq8/So_7pMbUicI/AAAAAAAABIA/0qbJfssIhOk/s320/Happy+Feet+Lead+2.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372789565605317058" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#321D02;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="Georgia","serif"; font-family:";color:#321D02;">So, just like another bollywood movie, my ruined life had an happy ending at the EOD. But the last Wednesday was one of the few days where you get to experience both sides of the coin. For me, the coin of emotions flipped a little fast that day, making it an unforgettable Wednesday. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-4813122786327146282009-08-12T11:42:00.000-07:002009-08-21T07:45:21.563-07:00The Perception<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Oh it feels so good!! My quiescent coefficient has been reset. After being dormant for about 2 weeks, I am back and active on my blog. I wasn’t on a self-induced hibernation but was at my new hometown, Jaipur. My family moved to a new house and this kept me away from my beloved blogging world. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Packed computer, no broadband, well I didn’t have much options. But now I am back in Bangalore so resuscitation wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, isn’t it? <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ok but before I start I have to admit something. I have fallen in love with Sandy’s blog – ‘<a href="http://ntrg.blogspot.com/">The Village Idiot</a>’. Well it really sets me thinking. It’s like the more I read it, the more I get besotted to it. And this infatuation has been very well endorsed by the mountains of similar thoughts that transcend through my mind. The impact is such that his post –‘<a href="http://ntrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/divine-question.html">The divine question</a>’ has now urged me to write something on the same line. I feel that ‘The concept of right or wrong’ can be elucidated with an even broader exegesis (in fact a confusing exegesis) of ‘Perception’. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Let’s take an example of the two arch rivals. If you are an Indian then I bet you know whom I am talking about. Of course, it’s gotta be India and Pakistan. In 1947, the Great Britain (as one stand-out comedian said- “The only country that puts an adjective before its name, so why not call it ‘The Fucking awesome Britain’???”) concluded its honeymoon (which was an orgy full of continuous ‘Rapes’ of India’s affluence and harmony) in the subcontinent that lasted for some 300yrs. Of course there were some unintentional rapists mixed with the Englishmen in the longest orgy in the world’s history, most of which were Indian maharajas who were later left hapless by their naivety in understanding the sly Britishers. Also, the brainy Englishmen made full use of a diversified India with their ‘Divide and Rule’ policy to exploit our resources. But when it came to let go everything, the magnanimous British administration as a goodwill gesture before leaving, gifted us (oops, to the world) Pakistan. Now unlike many people I don’t believe in hating Pakistan. Yah, I know I am being sacrilegious. But a saga of empathy drove me to this anti-belief.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pakistan since its existence has been paranoid of being eaten up by its very own neighbour, India. This has been the base of all the problems b/w the two countries. Since the 60yrs of existence, its perception about India hasn’t changed. The cynic army of Pakistan has always viewed India as a sniper ready to take pot-shots on her ass. “India is our first and foremost enemy”, their army believes. But why?? Cause according to them, Indian majority i.e Hindus hate Muslims (the seed of hatred planted by Britishers during their rule). The few now and then communal riots in India induce reverberations across the border deepening the hatred between the two countries. Secondly, they think that like China, India also dreams of being a super power and to show its dominance in the region, it may abash Pakistan commercially or may also invade her to grow its influence. India is more threatening than China because the hate that spawned during the partition in 1947 is still very much alive in people’s heart. So, if you ask 1000 Pakistanis about their view on India, then 995 of them will admit that they take India as a threat and only 0.5% of them would be sacrilegious like me. Hence, the Pakistani army in the very interest of securing her country designed a policy for countering the illusive Indian threat. Insurgency in Kashmir and support to radicals like Maoist in the east is a part of their foreign doctrine. The aim is to disintegrate India into smaller and weak states, thereby, eliminating any threat to Pakistan’s survival. ’ Smaller and divided India is also in the benefit of China’; it’s a typical Chinese communist party’s perception. They think it’s good for their nation’s supremacy in the region.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, my question is that if your country is paranoid about such a threat from any of your neighbours then what will you do?? After all we all are living to live. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We want to survive. Well we will do exactly the same things that Pakistan does to India (believe me, I am right). Thus we should understand that Pakistan is doing the right thing in the quest of saving its sovereignty. Pakistan’s perception is right.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now if you ask me about India’s perception about Pakistan, then I will keep it short. I don’t know why a nation so small, so trivial is busy in keeping my nation busy with all the unwanted stuff. I don’t know why it is always scared of us when we have never attacked them first. Communal rights in my country are my problem, not Pakistan’s, so why it has to always interfere. The more number of Muslims die every day in Iraq bombings and Northern African civil wars, so why is it only concerned with the few unfortunates in my country? Majority of Muslims in India are better off than from any other part of the world. Well all I think is that Pakistan is just a paranoid nation and I am right (yah believe me, I am right). </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You see, it’s impossible to figure out who is absolutely right in the two points of views presented above. The reason lies in our Physics books. It’s the ‘Theory of relativity’ again. Deciding on what is right or wrong is a subjective matter, it is relative. What’s wrong for some is right for others and vice-versa. The same people for some are the ‘Mujaheedins’ (the strugglers) and ‘terrorists’ to others. Those who like metal genre can’t appreciate classical sitars for guitars and vice-versa again though both are pieces of art. Those who like Shahrukh khan cannot accept Aamir Khan as the king of bollywood and vice versa though both are excellent entertainers. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sandy wrote that when two incompatible <a href="http://ntrg.blogspot.com/2009/06/divine-question.html">custom-tailored</a> value systems collide, there are conflicts. And he is right. Well India and Pakistan themselves are such custom-tailored value systems, and unfortunately the geographies of the two make the collision between the two inevitable. We will never agree with Pakistani perception and they will never agree with us.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Sandy's conclusion that ‘Might is always Right’ is also very apt. Perceptions that have perpetuated through the generations for past 60 yrs. in the two quarrelling neighbourhoods have been continuously nurtured by their governments and armies. It’s they who have kept them prevailing. The news, the media, the government (the powerhouse of information), has kept this distrust between the two countries prevailing through their dubious propagandas. And that’s why we believe that what we think is right and what they believe is wrong. No doubt Sandy got everything correct on this topic :).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Now before I sign off, I will like to reiterate - “There is nothing called absolutely right or absolutely wrong. It’s all relativity, it’s all perception”. </p><p class="MsoNormal">And this is what I perceive and I know I am right<span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span>.</p>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-16614872129741215132009-07-18T23:58:00.000-07:002009-09-01T00:05:10.847-07:00A little Surprise…<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">On a dark Friday evening</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">when nebulous clouds eclipsed the sun,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">tired and exhausted me</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">waited on the roadside for a bus to come.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Desperate to reach home</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">where the weekend was awaited,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">my eyes glittered up</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">at the very first sight of it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It came within 5 </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">mins</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">my whim got stronger,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">gladly I jumped into it,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thanking God for not making me</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">wait any longer.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">But before the Volvo could actually take off,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">traffic became a lot loud.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">There was no accident,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">it was a routine halt.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Traffic just crawled</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and frustrated me with every stop.</span></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">“It’s a 10 </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">mins</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> affair”,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I had convinced myself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But darn this 2 Km stretch,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangalore_Development_Authority">BDA</a> created the mess themselves.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">As I oscillated to and fro</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">with every press of accelerator and brake,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I decided to divert my attention</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">from the galaxy of traffic ahead.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">My eyes rolled down to the left,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">fury arouse deep in the chest,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">now I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs-</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">“Wat </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">da</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> hell!!!”,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">at the sight of the lump bikers</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">who were riding on the pavement.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My eyes had witnessed in past,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">a wriggler biker</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">riding on the pavement,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">coming from behind, stumbling,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">tumbling, </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">failing </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">to avoid</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">an accident with an ambler</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">on his left hand side.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Uhhh</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">… </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">aaahhh</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">… </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ooyyyyeeee</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He crashed into him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ambler reacted late-</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"What was that?,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">for god's sake". </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">With his butt</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">in the puddle of mud</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">he ended up with his elbows bruised.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">What was the biker thinking??</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It wasn't a Tour de France </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">neither it was some kinda cruise!!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">That ambler was no one else but me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">“These bikers should be taught a lesson” -</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">this feeling had inundated in me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">As they mended the rules</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">in their own way,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I could still see them</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">making the pavement a freeway.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But when everyone was just ignoring their vice,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">there awaited an unanticipated surprise.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Near the junction where sidewalk finished,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the traffic police was on a high!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Baffled with the unforeseen encounter,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">bikers found themselves busted.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The keys were in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thullas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">’ hands,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">their joyride had an ugly exit.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Staring at each other without a clue,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hoping to find an excuse or something new,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">their hands reached the pockets,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ohh the scene was so cool!!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">With papers and money in their hands,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">they struggled to convince their new dads.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For all the crooked driving they did,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">they deserved this payback.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Evil smile was on my face,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">satiable relief in my mind,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I just </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">couldn</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">’t stop lauding the police,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My words were for the dignified-</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">“Whatever be the reason,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Out of the louche morality</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">How can the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">bangalore</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> police be so responsible??</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don’t know on whose behest they acted,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">be it their moral or greed,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">They taught a good lesson to the bikers,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">rightly that's what i needed!!”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Suddenly out of the blues,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the cops gave me a reason to smirk.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But it didn't last long</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">as the patrol was a temporal work.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I fear it will not be the same.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The vitiation of laws will be there again.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The stupid bikers will</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">continue riding on the pavements,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">where I shall never walk again.</span></p></div></span>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-83227545174296461432009-07-11T01:15:00.000-07:002009-08-16T00:21:45.593-07:00This is Mein Teil...<p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">Writing about ‘The things I love about myself’ had never been my wish, but </span><span style="font-family:";"><a href="http://adycted.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-tales.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Aditi’s Tag tales</span></a></span><span style="font-family:";"> left me with this unforeseen consequence and now there is no escape.<span> </span>As I am a newbie, it took me sometime to absorb the significance of being ‘tagged’. And I realized that it’s nothing but like getting an Oscar</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. I never knew that the blog world regards tagging with such an honour and respect. I just got famous I think :P. People want to know about me. Wow!! So, the tame celebrity in me is out with a bang!! ;). Thus, by acknowledging the honour given to me by </span><span style="font-family:";">Aditi</span><span style="font-family:";">, I hereby bring a piece of introspection that took a week to be penned.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:";">Disclaimer</span></b><span style="font-family:";">:<span> </span>Before I start, I will like to point out that I will try my level best to evade the extinction of modesty and humility in this post ;). For better understanding, any outrageous and indigestible brag shall be regarded as a pure truth!! </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">So, here are the five things I adore about myself!!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"></p><ol><li><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";">I love the fact that my mind is a placid place where the door is open for thoughts to come in and move out. I am not prone to a chronicle disease known as short- temper. Neither had I ever observed any turbulence in my cerebrum. Of course, so no incident of brain crash has been reported till date ;). These qualities have kept me away from any unintended incongruous acts. Also this perpetually spawns:</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family:";"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";">‘Think before acting’ policy in me. I have hardly been involved in any affrays. Now that’s not luck (I have been stressed to limits in some situations but I never gave in, nada exceptions exist). I will not mind if this leads me to a Nobel Peace prize</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";">.</span></span></li><li><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";">I am<a href="http://ashimat.blogspot.com/search/label/Agnosticism"> Agnostic</a>. And I love being like this. I think it makes me a better human being. Most of the hatred in the world today is a direct consequence of difference in opinion about God and due to shibboleths speaking of religious leaders.<span> </span>I believe in one quote- “With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion”. God is ‘OPTIMISM’ for me and nothing more. I prefer believing in myself and being dedicated to human beings rather than piously and irrationally devoting myself to some stoned-idols.</span></span></li><li><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";"><span style="font-family:";">I love being real. One can imagine a lot of things but, I will love to see them being applied to the real world. My taste of movies reflects this fact. Thus, the matter-of -fact movies like ‘The hunting party’, ‘Rendition’, ‘A Wednesday’, ‘Page3’ and ‘The last king of Scotland’ are in my favourites' list. I can’t take on any arbitrary stuff shown on T.V. which is deprived off all the sense and sensibility just for the sake of entertainment. My realistic mindset also gifted me with pragmatic approach towards life. Also, it had a direct impact on my reading. I read about world affairs, history, facts, truth and Ok ok... enough on this, I will move to the next point; please don’t start yawning</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">.</span></span></span></li><li><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";"><span style="font-family:";"><span style="font-family:";">Apropos the points above, many of you may form an image of a serious and sophisticated ‘Ashish’. Well if you did then stop day dreaming</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. Ask those who talk to me for some 3-4 hrs daily. Ask those who love hanging out with me. Ask those who are the most indispensable assets of my life. Yah, I am talking about my friends. I love them. And the perpetual ‘single’ status of mine makes me to love them even more</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. My energy levels experience a great transition when I am with them. It’s like if someone fed me with Licorice candies ;). The all grown up Ashish becomes an irritating and funny character with them. They have always enlightened me with the other side of me. It’s a kind of self discovery</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. See, that’s why my friends are so vital for me ;). <span> </span>And what do I do to alleviate their debt?? <span> </span>I just dedicate myself to them</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia; mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">.</span></span></span></span></li><li><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:";"><span style="font-family:";"><span style="font-family:";"><span style="font-family:";">I am ambitious and have got plans for my future. I can say that ‘I am making my life’ and I don’t want it to be the other way around. I am awed by the self believe that I have in myself and the confidence that has spawned from it</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. I think I am sitting at the niche of my career and am optimistic about the future. And if you think I am over confident about my career then don’t worry; recession is always there to bring me back down to earth</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">.</span></span></span></span></span></li></ol><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">Ok that’s it</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. I think I have viciously broken all the barriers of modesty today. It was arduous. I will never want to do it again even if all were 200% true</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";">. Well now is the time to challenge some of my mind boggling bloggers. So, I tag the following:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">1) </span><span style="font-family:";"><a href="http://supratim-afewmomentsfrompast.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Supratim</span></a></span><span style="font-family:";">: There is a reason why girls are so besotted with you; kindly enlighten us in this regard ;). <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">2) </span><span style="font-family:";"><a href="http://nee2shokeen.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Shokeen</span></a></span><span style="font-family:";">: Shokeendi it’s your turn now. Deekha de duniya ko ki tu kya cheez hai :P.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">3) Aravinda : Drunken Haze, I am waiting for your reincarnation after the hangover</span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family:";"> !!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:";">I hope you guys will write soon. I will be waiting. And yah, thank you Aditi for tagging, I need your comments on this. Adios!!!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Georgia","serif"font-family:";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Georgia","serif"font-family:";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="Georgia","serif"font-family:";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p></p>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-11940975557095278272009-07-06T12:00:00.000-07:002009-07-26T00:49:20.475-07:00An Agnostic says...<p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Last month world witnessed the horror of two air plane crashes that no one expected would come in such a small period of time. They have been catastrophic for Air France and for the families of some 450 people who witnessed their loved ones haplessly disappearing in the blue waters from where there was no return. Air France flight 447 and Comros Airbus310 both were ill fated with bad weather conditions and both went down in the oceans leaving no escape for the passengers. But as no single victim from Air France flight was lucky to survive, a 13 yr. old teen from Comros flight miraculously survived the ordeal and she remains the only known survivor to be rescued from the second crash of the month. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Miracle it was. Yeah that’s what everyone thinks. And so was the heading on one of the article on <a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">http://www.timesonline.co.uk</span></a><span> </span>- ‘Miracle survivor of Comoros Airbus crash tells of rescue from Indian Ocean wreckage’. The most intriguing things about this article were not in the content but in the comments section below. Here is an account of what i read in that section.</p><p class="MsoNormal">The comments started with a lady thanking God outrageously for saving the girl’s life. She was then followed by a bunch of theists who were thinking in the same line and thanking God. I had a wide smile on my face reading their thanksgiving speeches.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The chain of thanksgiving got broke when a comment from Roy said – <i>‘If God did it, why didn't he save the other 153 on the plane? It's got nothing to do with God at all’.</i> Hmm pretty logical, I thought. Surely this guy is an atheist, I realized. But what I think didn’t matter at all because after this the comment section on the miraculous teen’s story became a battlefield for the theists and the atheists. The Jesus’ and Allah-uh-Akbar’s posts were now followed by aesthetics of hate. <i>‘I don't understand how people bleat on about God saving this one young girl when 152 others souls were condemned to an early death!!! ‘</i>- said an atheist. <span> </span>Then a theist replied –<i>‘</i><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";font-size:11.0pt;"><i> </i></span><i>GOD: was, is & will forever be. 1000 yr's in human time is but a spec of a moment to GOD. How can mere mortals even comprehend this being, except to read his holy word and praise him? It could've been much worse. Yet he saved this girl’.</i> Hmm impressive?? Well then what about this comment by an atheist scientist–<i>‘How exactly is her survival beyond the realms of science? Even if the chances of surviving such a crash are one in a million then we would expect one person to survive for every 1 million who die. Nothing miraculous about it, just the way probability works. Well within the realms of science.’</i> ??<span></span>Now when you get to see such a sexy rationalism then how you are not supposed to fall in love with Science? Isn’t everyone just amazing in defending his/her views? No doubt every human in that comment section was a genius in putting his/her subliminal theories.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But in between this utter cynicism, don’t you think all of them forgot one thing?? You may be or may not be thankful to God but why did you forget to thank the rescue team who actually saved the girl’s life? Aren’t they the heroes? They put their lives in danger to pull others out of danger. Those who question God’s existence or absence can’t question on the existence or absence of such heroes. So why are we all so indifferent to them? What if the rescue team would have arrived late or if the rescuer had not spotted the girl or he would have just ignored her for not risking his life into danger? Rescuers are the ones who come out of all the odds not for themselves but for the others. Even if the courage to survive was given by God to that girl or even if he was responsible for sending the rescuers in time, what is the harm in thanking and showing your sincere gratitude to them? God’s role is a never ending debate but the fact is that if the rescuers wouldn’t have arrived in time, it would have been a repetition of Air France 447’s story. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But when will man understand this? When will he understand that nothing can be proved about God but everything can be proved about a human? Why can’t we live in reality and stop worrying about someone whom we have never seen. We fight for him, we hate for him and we are blind for him. The blindfold of ignorance about God has deprived us from being loved by each other. And the irony is that people’s God had always wanted us to love each other. So, I am happy in keeping an agnostic point of view. It doesn't let me hate humans who are different. And if you have any doubts then believe this that at least it doesn’t let me ignore the role of rescuers and girl herself who were audacious enough to fight against death. Salute to the dauntless rescuers and the courageous girl who defied death together. </p><p></p>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-41701695909313578272009-06-28T01:20:00.000-07:002009-10-04T05:33:48.117-07:00The Curious Case of Our Nation!!<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don’t have to go across the globe to write about a curious case. I just need to look into my nation.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The population of Indians in </span></span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Britain</span></span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> makes British feel so out of place</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The prejudice we showed to our neighbors made them remember ‘</span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">’ as a synonym for ‘hate’.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such has been our unity in the past that we were ruled by almost every might in this world. Such is the case with terrorism in our country that hardly anything has been done.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such is the craze for Cricket that players are treated as kings as well as waste. The condition of other sports makes them so out of taste.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such are the IT engineers here that most of them don't even know C. And still </span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is the number 1 preference for all the IT companies.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Uproar when a Muslim girl is on </span><st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tennis Court</span></st1:address></st1:street><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is what we get to see. The same faces grin when a Muslim actress wears two piece bikini in a movie.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such are the filmfare awards here that the best of the actors actually boycott them!! Such is the adulation for some that people actually worship them.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such is the literate society here who spends tons of money donating to the ignorant priests. The plight of a needy is that he can never rest in peace.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Such are the people here who despite of knowing the truth, elect the culprits of ‘Gujrat riots’. Still they don’t agree that they are religiously biased.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The world thinks that </span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is changing and so do we, but what remains the same are the slums in Mumbai.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">India</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">’s 8% annual growth is just an irony. Power cuts in major cities are the sights to see.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Culture, cast , religion are said to be the things that every Indian boasts about. But the tiny box thinking of our's has left us with hate and nothing to be proud of.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even a nursery going kid in </span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Australia</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> now knows who Indians are. We call them racist, forgetting who we actually are.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The only hope left now is our new generation. But our ignorance still keeps me in suspicion.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know many may argue that this is not what India is all about, may be yah, but can’t you see the ‘Dance of hypocrisy in the world’s largest democracy’?? That’s what I wanted to bring out.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
</div>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830384779752633002.post-15684126260443085072009-06-23T12:55:00.000-07:002009-08-23T02:47:13.890-07:00Rock & Roll<p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Most people know I am crazy about western music!! To be specific I listen to a bunch of genres which make people react in the weirdest ways. An impulse reaction to this kind of music is head banging at places where you will never want to. Look at me for instance. My friends have caught me head banging at my work place numerous times (Thank god, my manager hasn’t). Me with my headphones stuck in my ears is a common site at my workplace and even at home!! The database of hard rock/metal bands is increasing day by day in my account and there is no stopping the online FM Radio to which I listen almost 24X7. Yah now one can feel that I am a big ROCK fan!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But wait, is this enough to be a rock fan?? I think the world has a different view in discerning ROCK fans. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Recently i was telling my friend about some of the metal/rock bands that he should listen to. But he ignorantly argued – “Dude!! You don’t seem to be a true rock fan!!"</span></span></span></p><p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Me- "What made you say that?"</span></span></span></p><p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Friend- "You don’t fag and all..”.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“Hunh??” was my reaction.</span></span></span></p><p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">May be he had a point. Just a few months back I went to a rock concert. It was not a trivial one, as the father of all metal bands ‘Iron Maiden’ was there!! To be true, my zeal for attending any rock concert died that very day. I found myself trapped b/w the cult of drug addicts, chain smokers, and the preachers of obloquy. Dude!! Wat da f**k, F**kin’ Damn it , b**ch bring your daddy, slut slut slut… if you haven’t heard of any of the innovative slang and abusive verses then a rock concert is an ideal place to visit!! “Welcome to the rock culture”, I said to myself!!</span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Smoke smoke everywhere, no fresh air to breathe!! I smoked some 10,000 cigarettes that day. All passively only. Felt so choked!! And then I returned home with a charcoaled face.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Rock concert wasn't a place for me. I was so out of place. After all, wasn’t rock all about music?? What does it have to do with swearing, fagging and dosing and growing long hair? All this was really alien to me. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well but this is what 'Rock culture' is all about. That’s what most of the rock listening world follows. It’s sad but true!!! And who to blame when their stars, their gods themselves lie chalked up back stage.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It is said that true rock fans are fanatics. And fanatics are harebrained. I read somewhere that a crazy fan of Marilyn Manson considers him to be GOD. Haha!! So at last someone on earth saw God. But dear your God is horrifying!!! (See his pic below)</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. Now such adulation can’t be justified, right?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1O0W5Y_KYq8/SpEPUt1iS6I/AAAAAAAABIg/lHrIxpR2Zzk/s320/Marilyn_Manson.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373092679005653922" /> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well but my anti-rock culture sentiments do not impact my liking towards this genre of music. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hard Rock songs are mostly for the sad, the grim and the unfortunate. Sometimes they are about venting your frustration and being real. They are also political, mysterious and even gothic. And there are enough bands who can sing love songs in hard rock tunes to surprise you. But the very fact that they are closer to reality actually attracts me towards them. It takes a great talent to come out with reality and tune it around with mind boggling guitar and base skills into some great songs.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Having said so, I think being a hanger-on of rock music I can regard it with the best respect that I can give but I cannot simply follow ‘rock culture’. It is not made for me. I don’t wanna get influenced and succumb to the vicious side effects of rock culture. Being its disciple will be injurious to my health and moral ;). But the cult will never feel embarrassed, they just like to succumb to the very upshot of rock culture.They love getting high with music (that's what they will say to defend themselves)!!! :)</span></span></span></p>Ashishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02632389123101628853noreply@blogger.com4