While last year witnessed so many incursions into the Indian territory by our petite yellow skinned neighbors... Am I being racist?? Okk then I'll call them Chinkeez... what?? Pankaj Singhania is feeling offended!!! (sorry bhai I didn't mean that) Then 'chinese' will do the part... So while chinese incursions were the hot curry of every table of discussion, people focussed on comparing the two nations on different aspects. Not surprisingly though, which should have been exactly an year before when India finished 50th with 3 medals in the medal tally of Beijing Olympics, 49 places behind China and 97 medals less. However We Indians are famous for our ability to gulp our foibles... well...not getting medals is too trivial for us to ponder on... So We celebrated the success of Abhinav Bindra all the way till We realised that he has been publicised enough and We can't take it anymore. Bindra broke the 84 year long goldless tradition of India in the Olympics for any individual event. I don't find a justification in celebrating his victory on a scale that it was done, for he had highlighted 84 years of our ineptitude as a Nation. Along with his gold came series of credit seeking claims by state govts, Archery federation and other 'God-knows-what-they-are-for' institutions. Sadly though, We all came to know the real story behind his success. To Justify our inability to climb the medal tally We have our own justifications. However the excuses that We give are no better than Dog-ate-my-homework, rather Dog-eats-my-homework will be a perfect fit. We argue that Africans have got a perfectly moulded body with fathom-long legs that perfectly compliment in sports which involve longer strides, while Chinese are petite and supple prototypes of human beings that are unbeatable in Gymnastics. Don't We sound a bit racial in this? Gymnastics is just one single chapter of the Chinese epic of Olympic medals. To contrast this point someone might present the fact of authoritarian government of China as a premise, where children are into state backed training schools and so that they always finish in the upper portion of medal count. This won't shadow our pathetic attitude towards Indian sports. We, as citizens, are not solely responsible for this apathy(you can take a sigh of relief). We share the blame with our fellow elite countrymen. Hardly any Sport body is being runned without a political interference. How can a parliamentarian know what are the requirements of a struggling sports-person? How can a politician know how to harvest raw talents?
How can a Retd. police officer know the agony of Hockey players who is far better acquainted to the pleasures of pinching a woman's bottom? Hockey Players are not millitants, so it'd be better if 'We' stop treating them like one and understand the situation.And talking of Cricket for that matter!!! stop criticising the game for it's popularity. No doubt it's a gift from the colonial times, perhaps that's why We should maintain it. As far as blaming the game for subsiding other sports is concerned, even US and almost entire Europe have got baseball and soccer where the money spent on these games is much bigger than We do so on Cricket, yet they prove their mettle in other sports... Wait!!!! Are we back on blaming education system??? LOLZZZZ !! Now this is one horrible vicious spiral. Everything zeros down to one culprit. Or is it really the culprit??
Actually there is no such thing as a vicious spiral. There are only cycles. You always have someone else to blame for your mistakes.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Winners of Marathon...
11:06 AM,
9 Jan '09,
Bhopal,
Finally Chhotu, Gampi and I won the Golden Jubilee Marathon, however from the tailing end. Ya thank you thank you!! for the praise... we actually deserve it... It has never been so overwhelming as we felt today... prize distribution had ended half an hour ago, and we were getting messages on our mobiles like " kaha reh gaye.. sab jaa rahe hai!!!"," abe saare prize distribute ho gaye...". At least we were not like Magga, who disappered after registration, that even we don't know where. But we saw him at the finishing line eating halwa, chips and other stuffs, that was actually meant for the runners.
Finally we returned home, not with head hung in shame, but held high... saale magge... hamne race to complete ki... :-P
Apart from all these nonsense, what nobody noticed was that this marathon could have turned into a stampede claiming important lives of our college. The marathon beagan with our Director standing at pole position(if there was any) and the students standing behind them. A photographer was clicking pics and everybody was posing for it. I don't know if I couldn't hear or what, but the race started like a blink of an eye, i.e. without any prior information. And everybody ran as if their lives were at stake. This could have possibly resulted to Director and couple of faculties ending in the ambulance standing by. But fortunately it didn't happen.
9 Jan '09,
Bhopal,
Finally Chhotu, Gampi and I won the Golden Jubilee Marathon, however from the tailing end. Ya thank you thank you!! for the praise... we actually deserve it... It has never been so overwhelming as we felt today... prize distribution had ended half an hour ago, and we were getting messages on our mobiles like " kaha reh gaye.. sab jaa rahe hai!!!"," abe saare prize distribute ho gaye...". At least we were not like Magga, who disappered after registration, that even we don't know where. But we saw him at the finishing line eating halwa, chips and other stuffs, that was actually meant for the runners.
Finally we returned home, not with head hung in shame, but held high... saale magge... hamne race to complete ki... :-P
Apart from all these nonsense, what nobody noticed was that this marathon could have turned into a stampede claiming important lives of our college. The marathon beagan with our Director standing at pole position(if there was any) and the students standing behind them. A photographer was clicking pics and everybody was posing for it. I don't know if I couldn't hear or what, but the race started like a blink of an eye, i.e. without any prior information. And everybody ran as if their lives were at stake. This could have possibly resulted to Director and couple of faculties ending in the ambulance standing by. But fortunately it didn't happen.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Operation Blue star: K.S. Brar, A story misconstrued
Lies, Myths, Half-truths and mis-interpretitions. How disasterous these words can prove to be, is no better explained as the 1984 cataclysm does. An year commemorated as an year of demise in Indian History.25 years have passed since the apocalypse, in which India nearly fell prey to anarchy and terrorism, took place. A new generation, to which I belong and is least affected by the ghastly incidents has emerged. Even if some of us belong to those families that confronted the riles, we are not as much in pain as our elders were at that time. Our Country witnessed a tough time and paid a heavy price for it. History can not be repaired, nor do we have any tool to verify it's veracity. Is it a truth or a charade, can never be known. All we can do is look for the factual and unbiased narrations of those incidents, if exists any. I chanced to read one such book on the 1984 "Golden Temple-mayhem", compiled by Lt Gen K.S. Brar(Retd). At the time of the operation he was a Lt Col and commanding officer of the operation.The author has meticulously explained every incident that occured in the wake of the incident- the ineptitude of Govt in nipping the threat in bud, the bureaucratic and judicial failures, the predicaments of Govt while taking the costly decision and the catch-22 situations the Indian Army was in and later was docked in after the operation was over.It will be very interesting to mention (from the book) that Bhindranwale was oiled by Zail Singh with patronage. Furthermore, the akalis found their own self in a free state Khalistan. So they never spoke against the antagonist of this whole drama, besides his fears paralysing them as well. Bhindranwale, along with Shabeg Singh, A retd. armyman and war hero of 1971, conjured up a plan of fortifying the Golden Temple to use it to clamour for autonomy. This was already being fueled by Master Tara Singh's campaign of recognition of Sikhs as a seperate community and seperate state of Punjabi Suba. Situation worsened in due course of time when Bhindranwale and his followers were intransigent in their demands and kept washing off any threat that sprouted. The cold blooded killing of Hind Samachar Editor Lala Jagat Narain, and DIG A.S. Atwal near the temple premises followed by the ineptitude of Govt. to arrest the perpetrators further added to their courage and the circumstances were totally out of control by then. In the meanwhile the Golden Temple was being turned into a bastion. Ridiculously however, the news that spread all over the country condemns the Indian Army for encroaching the dignity of Golden Temple, overlooking the acts of disgrace commited dauntlessly by the millitants. It was,however, the fault of strong and uncontrolled sentiments of people with the fuel of the miscommunication propagated by Media that the millitants were looked as martyrs while the Army was perceived as culprit.
In my whole life I have never chanced to read such a live and vivid description of an Army operation to the most precise detail. Brar, impartially confesses the mistakes commited by Govt. and Army while weeding out the terrorists. The writer personally believes that freezing the free press was the biggest mistake by the Govt since this gave rise to incoherent speculations which in turn raved up the sentiments. The entire operation of flushing out millitants has been explained from planning to execution, the dramatic situations that sprouted meanwhile, and the accurate description of emotions of people. This is one book of historical significance that will five you goosebumps for sure.The writer, in preface of the book, hopes this book to be useful for understanding the historical event of biblical proportions, and after reading this book I am sure that it will.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
I think Joel Pereira got the beetle wrong
I am an ardent viewer of Times Drive, an auto review show, on Times NOW, and followed them blindly till lately, when Joel Pereira, one of my favourite auto show anchors, owing to the funny-quotient he adds to the show, commited a gaffe. In his review of the Volkswagon Beetle, a cute little bug with 150 bhp max power, 172 Nm max torque and 1980cc displacement, he called the vehicle to be overpriced at 20.5 Lakh. Let's not forget that beetle is a legendary car, better reminisced in India as Rampyari from the movie Akela. The Legendary tag of this car can only be retained if and only if it is owned by very few. The 20.5 lakh tag is perhaps not a constraint for auto enthusiasts who have ogled at beetle aka rampyari from time to time. It's an exquisite car and should remain a legend forever. So I think the beetle is aptly priced and Pereira seems to have missed the uniqueness of this car.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
My New Discovery about Human Behaviour
First of all a Very Happy New Year to all of you, and as my friend says-- May your problems last as long as your New Year Resolutions...
On a special urge, although politely by Magga, I shall refrain from writing about the Powerpuff Girls( 3 lady cops) who warned us against standing near the fences of Shahpura Lake, on the last eve of 2009. But still yaar I think it was funny to watch Blossoms( the Lady Inspector) doing all the job and rest of the three, Buttercup and Blossoms( the two subordinates) quarelling like the real PPGs do. There conversation was worth eavesdropping."Tu bahut attidtude dikha rahi hai....","main kya attitude dikhaungi.. tere bhi kam nakhre nahi hai"... and so on... Well I preferred not to eavesdrop further since I was doing this for the first time, so chances were of getting caught. Moreover I have promised Magga, not to write an entire post dedicated to them
Returning back to the actual subject I am writing this post for. Yesterday I met my childhood friend Anjali. She looks a bit funny these days with her braces. But otherwise she is ...umm..umm... can't think of an adjective but I think you have got what I mean. Well this post is not dedicated to her either. It's to the discovery I made yesterday, instead. A peculiar observation about human behaviour, which has, I must quote, nothing to do with the person I just mentioned of. It's a common yet unnoticed pattern of behaviour that can be explained in a single sentence which follows. "The most natural and involuntary behaviour of a person is the one that has annoyed him/herthe most."
Let's take Shibu Soren for instance(no I am not obsessed with him). His father got killed by moneylenders, and currently he is on a spree, nipping his threats in their bud. I call this natural because one always regrets for behaviours that his/her conscience percieves to be unnatural. Further my observation is consolidated by known figures like Hitler and Napolean, and an unknown figure like one of my friends. Let's address my friend as a subject to conceal his/her identity. The subject is always afraid of getting exploited or betrayed without it's knowledge. It always bickers of the instances of exploitation and betrayal. But involuntarily, and ironically as well, it repeats these crimes a number of times. I am tagging the behaviour as involuntary on grounds that I have keenly observed and acquainted myself to the subject very well. An the shrewd activities that it bestows upon it's friends should bring about changes, minor however may be, in her body language. Or chances are there that I have missed to perceive the changes. Whatever the case may be, the subject has successfully altered,nay, shattered my ideas about human idiosyncracy. Thank you my friend!!!(if you chance to read this)
On a special urge, although politely by Magga, I shall refrain from writing about the Powerpuff Girls( 3 lady cops) who warned us against standing near the fences of Shahpura Lake, on the last eve of 2009. But still yaar I think it was funny to watch Blossoms( the Lady Inspector) doing all the job and rest of the three, Buttercup and Blossoms( the two subordinates) quarelling like the real PPGs do. There conversation was worth eavesdropping."Tu bahut attidtude dikha rahi hai....","main kya attitude dikhaungi.. tere bhi kam nakhre nahi hai"... and so on... Well I preferred not to eavesdrop further since I was doing this for the first time, so chances were of getting caught. Moreover I have promised Magga, not to write an entire post dedicated to them
Returning back to the actual subject I am writing this post for. Yesterday I met my childhood friend Anjali. She looks a bit funny these days with her braces. But otherwise she is ...umm..umm... can't think of an adjective but I think you have got what I mean. Well this post is not dedicated to her either. It's to the discovery I made yesterday, instead. A peculiar observation about human behaviour, which has, I must quote, nothing to do with the person I just mentioned of. It's a common yet unnoticed pattern of behaviour that can be explained in a single sentence which follows. "The most natural and involuntary behaviour of a person is the one that has annoyed him/herthe most."
Let's take Shibu Soren for instance(no I am not obsessed with him). His father got killed by moneylenders, and currently he is on a spree, nipping his threats in their bud. I call this natural because one always regrets for behaviours that his/her conscience percieves to be unnatural. Further my observation is consolidated by known figures like Hitler and Napolean, and an unknown figure like one of my friends. Let's address my friend as a subject to conceal his/her identity. The subject is always afraid of getting exploited or betrayed without it's knowledge. It always bickers of the instances of exploitation and betrayal. But involuntarily, and ironically as well, it repeats these crimes a number of times. I am tagging the behaviour as involuntary on grounds that I have keenly observed and acquainted myself to the subject very well. An the shrewd activities that it bestows upon it's friends should bring about changes, minor however may be, in her body language. Or chances are there that I have missed to perceive the changes. Whatever the case may be, the subject has successfully altered,nay, shattered my ideas about human idiosyncracy. Thank you my friend!!!(if you chance to read this)
Saturday, December 26, 2009
A 'half review' of Diaries of Franz Kafka
I am really disappointed for not being able to finish the Diaries of Franz Kafka. I could read only 60 pages of that diary but they appealed to me a lot. I learnt the actual meaning and sense behind the word kafkaesque, however not reading the entire diary will remain a regret to me, till i finish it, since the real pulchritude of this writer cum philospher's opus can only be beheld when one has been through the entire 13 years of his chronicles, however a little disordered.
His diary, at a few places, includes some short stories, and instances of his near ones being not very much impressed by these stories. One such instance is when he visited his grandparents and was writing a novel on two brothers. He continued his work at the dining table when his uncle snatched his paper, read it, and uttered,"usual stuff".
This clearly reveals the aura of despairity he had built around himself which affected his friends and family as well.
Wherever he went, he never forgot to notice the women, however in a desperate way. As if he was in search of a comapanion. This is eloquent in a page from the year 1910 where he writes, "I went past the brothel as if going past the house of a lover". However his description of a woman's beauty is really impressive. Beginning with her locks he crawls down to her feet, he writes about all her tangible and intangible elegance.
The review however will be incomplete if I don't mention that the diary, originally written in German, was interpreted in English by Max Brod, a close friend of Franz, who went against Franz's will of burning all his works by getting them published instead. He instructed his friend ""Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, is to be burned unread." While Max overrode his will and published them
Franz Kafka is regarded as the one of the renowned writer's on the philosophy of existentialism, which believes that an individual is solely resposible for achieving fulfilment in his life. The early few pages of his diaires have severely criticised the education methods he was introduced to, and he believed that he could have been better off without it.
While reading the book of a great philosopher, of whose philosophy people rarely accept (except for the widespread one,"I was born intelligent but education ruined me."), was a great experience for me, I personally don't prefer to read litery works on hopelessness in my holidays. Hence I returned it, only to reissue it at some later date.
Note: Readers can read Franz Kafka's Diaries from this link http://kafka.metameat.net/archives/1910.php?en
His diary, at a few places, includes some short stories, and instances of his near ones being not very much impressed by these stories. One such instance is when he visited his grandparents and was writing a novel on two brothers. He continued his work at the dining table when his uncle snatched his paper, read it, and uttered,"usual stuff".
This clearly reveals the aura of despairity he had built around himself which affected his friends and family as well.
Wherever he went, he never forgot to notice the women, however in a desperate way. As if he was in search of a comapanion. This is eloquent in a page from the year 1910 where he writes, "I went past the brothel as if going past the house of a lover". However his description of a woman's beauty is really impressive. Beginning with her locks he crawls down to her feet, he writes about all her tangible and intangible elegance.
The review however will be incomplete if I don't mention that the diary, originally written in German, was interpreted in English by Max Brod, a close friend of Franz, who went against Franz's will of burning all his works by getting them published instead. He instructed his friend ""Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, is to be burned unread." While Max overrode his will and published them
Franz Kafka is regarded as the one of the renowned writer's on the philosophy of existentialism, which believes that an individual is solely resposible for achieving fulfilment in his life. The early few pages of his diaires have severely criticised the education methods he was introduced to, and he believed that he could have been better off without it.
While reading the book of a great philosopher, of whose philosophy people rarely accept (except for the widespread one,"I was born intelligent but education ruined me."), was a great experience for me, I personally don't prefer to read litery works on hopelessness in my holidays. Hence I returned it, only to reissue it at some later date.
Note: Readers can read Franz Kafka's Diaries from this link http://kafka.metameat.net/archives/1910.php?en
"Mumbai calling" is awesome
Just watched 5 episodes of Mumbai calling. A subtle ridiculing of Indian-ness... Anyway I am not able to take it any more coz of a headache of unknown origins... I couldn't even carry out my word of writing on yesterday's incidents.. But believe me I will. Coz It is a serious issue of the Indian gossamer, yet to be dealt
Friday, December 25, 2009
A merry christmas to everyone
A merry christmas to everyone. Today was a real good day. One reason is ofcourse that it was christmas and had a great evening with Binty, Durri and chhotu. well they won't agree with me.. :-P coz we couldn't arrange movie tickets and the plan was mine. Apart from this I came across an issue i can blog on. Which I will be writing after finishing my dinner. So once again a very happy christmas to all...
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Yet another nonsense bill.
20 Dec '09,
4:00 PM,
A few hours back the Gujarat assembly made it mandatory for everyone to exercise his voting right.. err.. it's no more a fundamental right... it's now a duty... not fulfilling of which will now be considered a crime. Anyway, I am sure that if it is successful in Gujarat then M.P. will be the first follower. But what amuses me is that how will they catch me if I don't cast my vote?
Let me put it in this way... My Voter ID has got an incorrect address... This is because the place where I live is already registered on the voter list on some other person's name( some guy named Vikas). Inspite of the fact that we are the first and only owner of this house since it was constructed....
So this means even if I cast the vote, the cops are going to incarcerate me. 'Cause I don't think 'Vikas' is exercising his unlawful voting right any more. So why should I care about going to the polling station when they don't have My correct address and the person registered with my actual address is just an electoral apparition.
There are thousands perhaps hundreds of thousands of such cases. Where Voter ID has such discrepency. And We, the people of India have resolved to remain indifferent to those who have turned/turning India into a haven for corrupted, money making, apathetic blood sucking criminals.
No wonder we have lost Rs. 73 lakh crore, that's 73 followed by twelve zeroes, in corruption since 1992 but still the scams hardly concern us. Accept it!! The words patriotism and commitment to the nation are mere words of dictionary now, which pop out, twice a year, superficially on 26th of Jan and 15th of Aug, and then return back to their hideouts, to avoid being discomforted by words like chauvinism, communalism and neo-nationalism.
Note: electoral apparitions, are the "farji" voters about which I assume the reader knows more than enough
4:00 PM,
A few hours back the Gujarat assembly made it mandatory for everyone to exercise his voting right.. err.. it's no more a fundamental right... it's now a duty... not fulfilling of which will now be considered a crime. Anyway, I am sure that if it is successful in Gujarat then M.P. will be the first follower. But what amuses me is that how will they catch me if I don't cast my vote?
Let me put it in this way... My Voter ID has got an incorrect address... This is because the place where I live is already registered on the voter list on some other person's name( some guy named Vikas). Inspite of the fact that we are the first and only owner of this house since it was constructed....
So this means even if I cast the vote, the cops are going to incarcerate me. 'Cause I don't think 'Vikas' is exercising his unlawful voting right any more. So why should I care about going to the polling station when they don't have My correct address and the person registered with my actual address is just an electoral apparition.
There are thousands perhaps hundreds of thousands of such cases. Where Voter ID has such discrepency. And We, the people of India have resolved to remain indifferent to those who have turned/turning India into a haven for corrupted, money making, apathetic blood sucking criminals.
No wonder we have lost Rs. 73 lakh crore, that's 73 followed by twelve zeroes, in corruption since 1992 but still the scams hardly concern us. Accept it!! The words patriotism and commitment to the nation are mere words of dictionary now, which pop out, twice a year, superficially on 26th of Jan and 15th of Aug, and then return back to their hideouts, to avoid being discomforted by words like chauvinism, communalism and neo-nationalism.
Note: electoral apparitions, are the "farji" voters about which I assume the reader knows more than enough
Friday, December 18, 2009
Just a management trick
18 Dec '09,
12:30 pm,
If the service quality in Government establishments sometimes get on your nerves, then here is one of the few management principles to deal with them and extract the maximum possible benefits out of them. Now before beginning i must apologise to every government official, if they chance to read this, but I don't think I am any different from the majority by saying that employees of gov jobs have got a kind of attitude that is not much liked.
Today I set off on foot to the local Post Office to withdraw the interest they provide on my savings account. My journey to the post office is also no less interesting. It's more like an expedition and less like a quarter mile walk. The road to Post office which is infamous for the swamps, open man-holes, uneven terrains and unscrupulously parked vehicles which appear to be goading you by saying "look at your pityful condition. You don't even have a place to stand... Dare to cross us...". Well unfortunately there are no parking waalaahs here so we don't have anyone to blame for the disorderly parked vehicles unlike in new market. As you step inside the building, the stench of urinals will burn your nose. If you investigate a little you'll be surprised to know that there is no public urinal in the building, this probably means that a few minutes ago someone might have drained himself on the wall you are leaning against. A few more remarkable features are the 'exclamattion marks' in indelible red paint produced by chewing a betel leaf filled with "who cares" ingredients and dying plaster falling off the walls like glaciers of the Himalayas.. Ohh!! my apology, the simile is incorrect... glaciers are white. I think now you have an explanation why gov employees behave the way they do. So in order to deal with them, you need to have high levels of patience, a commanding voice tuned to a pleading mode and observation skill. The most obvious scene inside the office will be a not so useful conversation going on on a not so useful topic. So in order to cut the conversation, find the moderator i.e. the person who is influencing and controlling the discussion. The next step is to approach the moderator with the work you came to the office for. This will result into two consequences. Either (if he is the person concerned) he will stop the discussion and start doing your work or he will point out someone else for it.In the latter case you need to eyeball the moderator so that he doesn't start the discussion again.This happens because he will be annoyed and will be loking for a chance to launch a quarrel with you, hence the discussion comes to a freeze. Apart from this there are few more consequences. Like the discussion continuing even when they are doing the work. In order to deal with such situations you need to interfere with the work of the person you are getting your work done from. Just try to confuse him with your presence of mind and in a few moments he will be devoting his full attention to your task... So guys this is all... good luck with gov employees
12:30 pm,
If the service quality in Government establishments sometimes get on your nerves, then here is one of the few management principles to deal with them and extract the maximum possible benefits out of them. Now before beginning i must apologise to every government official, if they chance to read this, but I don't think I am any different from the majority by saying that employees of gov jobs have got a kind of attitude that is not much liked.
Today I set off on foot to the local Post Office to withdraw the interest they provide on my savings account. My journey to the post office is also no less interesting. It's more like an expedition and less like a quarter mile walk. The road to Post office which is infamous for the swamps, open man-holes, uneven terrains and unscrupulously parked vehicles which appear to be goading you by saying "look at your pityful condition. You don't even have a place to stand... Dare to cross us...". Well unfortunately there are no parking waalaahs here so we don't have anyone to blame for the disorderly parked vehicles unlike in new market. As you step inside the building, the stench of urinals will burn your nose. If you investigate a little you'll be surprised to know that there is no public urinal in the building, this probably means that a few minutes ago someone might have drained himself on the wall you are leaning against. A few more remarkable features are the 'exclamattion marks' in indelible red paint produced by chewing a betel leaf filled with "who cares" ingredients and dying plaster falling off the walls like glaciers of the Himalayas.. Ohh!! my apology, the simile is incorrect... glaciers are white. I think now you have an explanation why gov employees behave the way they do. So in order to deal with them, you need to have high levels of patience, a commanding voice tuned to a pleading mode and observation skill. The most obvious scene inside the office will be a not so useful conversation going on on a not so useful topic. So in order to cut the conversation, find the moderator i.e. the person who is influencing and controlling the discussion. The next step is to approach the moderator with the work you came to the office for. This will result into two consequences. Either (if he is the person concerned) he will stop the discussion and start doing your work or he will point out someone else for it.In the latter case you need to eyeball the moderator so that he doesn't start the discussion again.This happens because he will be annoyed and will be loking for a chance to launch a quarrel with you, hence the discussion comes to a freeze. Apart from this there are few more consequences. Like the discussion continuing even when they are doing the work. In order to deal with such situations you need to interfere with the work of the person you are getting your work done from. Just try to confuse him with your presence of mind and in a few moments he will be devoting his full attention to your task... So guys this is all... good luck with gov employees
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Jannat Barooay Zameen Ast, then it is this
17 Dec '09,
08:00 am,
Bhopal,
If there is heaven up there... I saw a glimpse of it today. I have never seen an 'oh so romantic' a blue sky. The aphrodisiac fragrance of a winter morning has never been so bewitching. The clouds have never seemed so exquisite, all I missed was a camera to capture the moment forever into my life.
As I drove my way back to home from hostel, after a sleep over following an exquisite chicken curry delight prepared by Chef cum Engineer Tiwari, a delightful experience for winter, I couldn't keep my eyes off the picturesque views. I drove watching the greens rejuvenated and a morning made beautiful by an untimed night drizzle. I was however a little bit intimidated, the night before, by the cold, that generally follows such winter drizzles and hence that would prevail from the next day. But this magnificent climate seems to have shadowed my apprehensions. I have never felt so romantic on a morning like this before. It has unleashed the aesthetic human inside me. So beautiful it was today that these words spilled out of my heart and fluttered my lips "If there is heaven on earth... it is this, it is this, it is this"
08:00 am,
Bhopal,
If there is heaven up there... I saw a glimpse of it today. I have never seen an 'oh so romantic' a blue sky. The aphrodisiac fragrance of a winter morning has never been so bewitching. The clouds have never seemed so exquisite, all I missed was a camera to capture the moment forever into my life.
As I drove my way back to home from hostel, after a sleep over following an exquisite chicken curry delight prepared by Chef cum Engineer Tiwari, a delightful experience for winter, I couldn't keep my eyes off the picturesque views. I drove watching the greens rejuvenated and a morning made beautiful by an untimed night drizzle. I was however a little bit intimidated, the night before, by the cold, that generally follows such winter drizzles and hence that would prevail from the next day. But this magnificent climate seems to have shadowed my apprehensions. I have never felt so romantic on a morning like this before. It has unleashed the aesthetic human inside me. So beautiful it was today that these words spilled out of my heart and fluttered my lips "If there is heaven on earth... it is this, it is this, it is this"
My crush(es)
16 Dec '09,
01:20 PM,
However I am very well acquainted with the fact that my blog is no more hidden from my family members but i must mention that I am no more a coward in admitting truths. So I can now make a confession... A confession about the first crush I had. The confession about the longest crush I had. The confession about the shortest crush I had. And here I must mention that all through my life, till now, I have had only 2 crushes; none of which is prevailent anymore.
There have been only 2 girls in this world so far who have blown dangerous avalanches in my mind. Through 'dangerous' I certainly don't mean that I was madly after them. Of course I have a habit of getting berserck and lunatic about a goal I wish to acheive. I chase those things in a mad pursuit..(Sorry for praising myself, I hate it as well. But it was required here)
But unfortunately girls are no 'thing'. So I never took any step.Very soon I will post about it... This was just a teaser... :-P
01:20 PM,
However I am very well acquainted with the fact that my blog is no more hidden from my family members but i must mention that I am no more a coward in admitting truths. So I can now make a confession... A confession about the first crush I had. The confession about the longest crush I had. The confession about the shortest crush I had. And here I must mention that all through my life, till now, I have had only 2 crushes; none of which is prevailent anymore.
There have been only 2 girls in this world so far who have blown dangerous avalanches in my mind. Through 'dangerous' I certainly don't mean that I was madly after them. Of course I have a habit of getting berserck and lunatic about a goal I wish to acheive. I chase those things in a mad pursuit..(Sorry for praising myself, I hate it as well. But it was required here)
But unfortunately girls are no 'thing'. So I never took any step.Very soon I will post about it... This was just a teaser... :-P
Monday, December 14, 2009
Yet another contravention of a grand convention
13 Dec '09,
6:00 pm,
It's 6 PM, the sun has gone beyond the horizon and the twilight is dissolving in air as if God is hippie and took a marijuana drag just a few seconds ago and the smoke is fading out in the sky. A few kids can be heard frolicking a few blocks away and chorusing the tune of a telecom company... Free ADVERTISING!!! There parents should ask for money from the company. I scratched my scalp and despaired at the strands of hair falling out on my diary which lies on today's newspaper. I don't want to become Vin Diesel before you know what or even Nicolas Cage for that matter.(D-:)
I swayed away my mind from my distressed coiffure back to the newspaper, The Copenhagen saga is still on. While the entire world is clamoring for curtailing carbon emissions, a clan of intellectuals, which I am adhering to, is pessimistic about the convention. Will the conference be worth all this effort? Even if a consensus is built up, which seems unlikely after the EU taking a stand and the Beijing summit conglomerates denying to accept the treaty in it's present form, it won't make much of a difference to the prevailing climatic degradation. History is full of examples wherein treaties have been violated by countries to shirk political and economical instability within the territory of same. The most relevant example being the Kyoto Protocol which wasn't earnestly followed since closing down industries and slowing growth rate, the only possible option in absence of technological changes, would have caused serious turmoil in the nations concerned. As a Result the countries didn't compy to the target of reducing emmission rate by 5% of what was in the year 1990. In Fact the emmission rates have surged disasterously. But of course there have been numerous technological innovations for the sake of environment, but very few of them have been viable.
Surrender to the truth!!! We are in a cul de sac. Either we must compromise on political instability or conjure up some viable technological solution or put an individual effort. I shall stick to the last one instead of summoning countries for conventions with such pomp and grandeur. To simplify things, the problem can be solved much well on an individual effort rather than creating a brouhaha on an international level which does nothing but intimidates and paralyses the common man.
6:00 pm,
It's 6 PM, the sun has gone beyond the horizon and the twilight is dissolving in air as if God is hippie and took a marijuana drag just a few seconds ago and the smoke is fading out in the sky. A few kids can be heard frolicking a few blocks away and chorusing the tune of a telecom company... Free ADVERTISING!!! There parents should ask for money from the company. I scratched my scalp and despaired at the strands of hair falling out on my diary which lies on today's newspaper. I don't want to become Vin Diesel before you know what or even Nicolas Cage for that matter.(D-:)
I swayed away my mind from my distressed coiffure back to the newspaper, The Copenhagen saga is still on. While the entire world is clamoring for curtailing carbon emissions, a clan of intellectuals, which I am adhering to, is pessimistic about the convention. Will the conference be worth all this effort? Even if a consensus is built up, which seems unlikely after the EU taking a stand and the Beijing summit conglomerates denying to accept the treaty in it's present form, it won't make much of a difference to the prevailing climatic degradation. History is full of examples wherein treaties have been violated by countries to shirk political and economical instability within the territory of same. The most relevant example being the Kyoto Protocol which wasn't earnestly followed since closing down industries and slowing growth rate, the only possible option in absence of technological changes, would have caused serious turmoil in the nations concerned. As a Result the countries didn't compy to the target of reducing emmission rate by 5% of what was in the year 1990. In Fact the emmission rates have surged disasterously. But of course there have been numerous technological innovations for the sake of environment, but very few of them have been viable.
Surrender to the truth!!! We are in a cul de sac. Either we must compromise on political instability or conjure up some viable technological solution or put an individual effort. I shall stick to the last one instead of summoning countries for conventions with such pomp and grandeur. To simplify things, the problem can be solved much well on an individual effort rather than creating a brouhaha on an international level which does nothing but intimidates and paralyses the common man.
Women-The biggest puzzle
13 Dec '09,
11:30 pm,
If woman is said to be the reason behind your success. Then history is evident she will destroy it as well with finesse. I must mention here that I am not saying this out of any personal experience but after the calamity that has befallen the ace golfer,Tiger Woods. After the fate bringing him to a sure end of his golf career, now it was time for Gillete to make a blow. They have axed the $19.4 billion deal with the golf-God. Let's see what's more for him in this Pandora's box. That's why they have rightly said If she can wade off your woes, then she can also become worst of your foes....
11:30 pm,
If woman is said to be the reason behind your success. Then history is evident she will destroy it as well with finesse. I must mention here that I am not saying this out of any personal experience but after the calamity that has befallen the ace golfer,Tiger Woods. After the fate bringing him to a sure end of his golf career, now it was time for Gillete to make a blow. They have axed the $19.4 billion deal with the golf-God. Let's see what's more for him in this Pandora's box. That's why they have rightly said If she can wade off your woes, then she can also become worst of your foes....
Friday, December 11, 2009
11 Dec '09,
1:20 pm,
I just came back from college... A workshop on Robotics and microcontrollers (duh..!! which are way beyond my engine's load bearing capacity) is being organised. It's being organised by DRMZ, a company runned by an alumnus from our college and further a graduate from IIM Indore. I went to the workshop with my usual motives for workshops where I have nothing to do in, i.e. for NSP... (NSP is a term with unknown origins which expands into Naen Sukh Prapi, or Eye Candy) Well that's what MANITers do if they are neither of the participant nor the volunteers. But to my dismay there was no one worth staring at. Anyway, the workshop was doing good but the participants reminded me of my childhood days. The days when teachers used to ask a question and we used to shout the answers while simultaneously raising the hands. While in college, I don't remember raising the hands at any instance... Cut from flashback and I am still impressed by the enthusiasm of those kids from the workshop. Since I had no work to do over there so I made a retreat.
1:20 pm,
I just came back from college... A workshop on Robotics and microcontrollers (duh..!! which are way beyond my engine's load bearing capacity) is being organised. It's being organised by DRMZ, a company runned by an alumnus from our college and further a graduate from IIM Indore. I went to the workshop with my usual motives for workshops where I have nothing to do in, i.e. for NSP... (NSP is a term with unknown origins which expands into Naen Sukh Prapi, or Eye Candy) Well that's what MANITers do if they are neither of the participant nor the volunteers. But to my dismay there was no one worth staring at. Anyway, the workshop was doing good but the participants reminded me of my childhood days. The days when teachers used to ask a question and we used to shout the answers while simultaneously raising the hands. While in college, I don't remember raising the hands at any instance... Cut from flashback and I am still impressed by the enthusiasm of those kids from the workshop. Since I had no work to do over there so I made a retreat.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Useless day
9 dec '09,
5:55 pm,
I have slept too much in the afternoon... I was reading a book and God knows when i dosed off... I woke up after 2 hrs of sleep. I am finding it hard to budget the rest of my day, especially when i have got to go to the market for vegetables... I'll keep my eyes open and see if i come across a topic to blog on
5:55 pm,
I have slept too much in the afternoon... I was reading a book and God knows when i dosed off... I woke up after 2 hrs of sleep. I am finding it hard to budget the rest of my day, especially when i have got to go to the market for vegetables... I'll keep my eyes open and see if i come across a topic to blog on
Monday, December 7, 2009
Franz Kafkaaa!!!! Can I torch this book??? x-(
7 dec '09,
2:00 PM,
Can't belive that such a man ever existed and made it to the clan of Philosophers. I am right now, trying to catch up with the views expressed by Franz kafka in his diaries. The diary begins at 1910 and continues till 1923, an year before he died. His works were preserved and later translated and published after his death by his close friend Max Brod. In his last days he gave his diary and works to Max and asked him to burn them. But the latter didn't... Treachery!!!!!!!
His works manifest the philosophy of existentialism and his loathe against the bureaucracy. He was a stout and short man( as he writes about himself) and had a deformed and quirk perception towards life. Even after being an insurance lawyer, he had little faith in law. He was an isolated person and always thought about himself. His diaries have got weird sketches made by him, about which i am trying to learn. Interestingly the famous quote " I was born intelligent but education ruined me" was given by Franz Kafka... As soon as i finish this book i will be uploading a review. But had this not been a prescribed reading... I won't have dared to touch this book. It gives you chronic headache if you read this continuously for a long time. I still feel like burning this into ashes. I think Franz Kafka had this last wish.
2:00 PM,
Can't belive that such a man ever existed and made it to the clan of Philosophers. I am right now, trying to catch up with the views expressed by Franz kafka in his diaries. The diary begins at 1910 and continues till 1923, an year before he died. His works were preserved and later translated and published after his death by his close friend Max Brod. In his last days he gave his diary and works to Max and asked him to burn them. But the latter didn't... Treachery!!!!!!!
His works manifest the philosophy of existentialism and his loathe against the bureaucracy. He was a stout and short man( as he writes about himself) and had a deformed and quirk perception towards life. Even after being an insurance lawyer, he had little faith in law. He was an isolated person and always thought about himself. His diaries have got weird sketches made by him, about which i am trying to learn. Interestingly the famous quote " I was born intelligent but education ruined me" was given by Franz Kafka... As soon as i finish this book i will be uploading a review. But had this not been a prescribed reading... I won't have dared to touch this book. It gives you chronic headache if you read this continuously for a long time. I still feel like burning this into ashes. I think Franz Kafka had this last wish.
Some scars will never fade (6 Dec 1992)
6 Dec '09,
11:59 PM,
It was not until I went to the drawing room while my Mom was watching TV there, that I realised that today is the 17th anniversary of the Black day of Indian Secularism. Yes, the day when Babri Masjid got demolished, the day which seeded the motives for the inhuman act in Mumbai, the day that raved up communal sentiments and the day that left us with so many conundrums.
I urgently need a sleep so I won't analyze the chronicle of events that lead to, as well as followed the demolition. I will discuss them in a later post.
The Structure has become dust, but it still stands as an edifice in the minds of the people connected to it religously as well as emotionally. Every year the two sides mark this day, one side mourns over it and the other celebrates. But I know a third kind, which includes people from both the communities concerned as well. Who don't care about which side triumphs. Who don't care if the saffron flag is hoisted on the ground zero or the green one.They have much more important works to do than to goad people and aggravate sentiments. And I am one of them.The issue is unsettled for he last 17 years and who knows how much more time will it take us to find a solution.
There is a Book written by Late. P. V. Narsimha Rao over this issue titled " Ayodhya, 6 Dec 1992". Which menions the events,official letters and orders pertaining to this issue in chronological order and successfully explains the judicial and constitutional loop holes in our country's governance. He also attempts to justify his inability to declare President rule over the state. I chanced to read it and made my own opinions over it, which will be mentioned in the later post. It's been 17 years and not an inch has moved (I have little hopes from Liberhan Commission Report) but the phantom of this issue will stray in our poilitics for some more time.
11:59 PM,
It was not until I went to the drawing room while my Mom was watching TV there, that I realised that today is the 17th anniversary of the Black day of Indian Secularism. Yes, the day when Babri Masjid got demolished, the day which seeded the motives for the inhuman act in Mumbai, the day that raved up communal sentiments and the day that left us with so many conundrums.
I urgently need a sleep so I won't analyze the chronicle of events that lead to, as well as followed the demolition. I will discuss them in a later post.
The Structure has become dust, but it still stands as an edifice in the minds of the people connected to it religously as well as emotionally. Every year the two sides mark this day, one side mourns over it and the other celebrates. But I know a third kind, which includes people from both the communities concerned as well. Who don't care about which side triumphs. Who don't care if the saffron flag is hoisted on the ground zero or the green one.They have much more important works to do than to goad people and aggravate sentiments. And I am one of them.The issue is unsettled for he last 17 years and who knows how much more time will it take us to find a solution.
There is a Book written by Late. P. V. Narsimha Rao over this issue titled " Ayodhya, 6 Dec 1992". Which menions the events,official letters and orders pertaining to this issue in chronological order and successfully explains the judicial and constitutional loop holes in our country's governance. He also attempts to justify his inability to declare President rule over the state. I chanced to read it and made my own opinions over it, which will be mentioned in the later post. It's been 17 years and not an inch has moved (I have little hopes from Liberhan Commission Report) but the phantom of this issue will stray in our poilitics for some more time.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
White Tiger, Book Review
5 Dec '09,
10:45 PM,
Bhopal,
Despite all the apprehensions passed on to me by my friends against this book, whenever I mentioned about it, I never lost my interest in it. Not to forget Dadlani and Sarkar who have peculiarly bitter taste for this book, and were warning me about it as if I am setting off on a life threatening expedition. Possibly because my buddies have a different taste for books, so they couldn't enjoy the book as I did.People have different tastes. Just as Balram in the story who hated Pizza... What!!! No yaar... I am not comparing you with Balram ... (:-P)The real pulchritude of "White Tiger" is that it is not a novel, it's a letter. A letter written to the Premier of Republic of China, Wen Jiabao. An innovative and unconventional letter which speculates how a semi-literate person from village with a perennial greed for knowledge, would write a letter. A meticulously crafted letter which brings to life the vicinities in front of your eyes, of every scene that is narrated. The reader feels like he is sitting next to Balram while he writes the letter. The reason for choosing the addressee to be Jiabao and not some other personality is also what makes this book by Arvind Adiga, a subtle piece of art. He compares the assumed failed democracy of India to the delusive success of communism in China. The novel begins in the backdrop of Laxmangarh, a place near Gaya, and advances through Dhanbad, Delhi and finally to Bangalore where he fulfills his dream of becoming his own master. The protagonist is an extraordiray boy, with unimaginable ambitions but born in a family which can harldly earn enough food. The portions of the story which move your heart are when the writer fascinatingly conjures up the atrocities in front of our eyes, which we might not have even heard of. The boy finally makes his way through the dungeon to become an enterprenneur, and writes in the letter about his enchanting voyage from rags to riches. So if you want know how a tea stall boy, a driver, a house-help, a murderer and a fugitive think... This book will satiate you with the answers.
Friday, December 4, 2009
I hate elections
4 Dec '09,
3:30 PM,
Bhopal,
The election date for the post of mayor of Bhopal Municipal Corporation is round the corner. So the candidates are busy campaigning as ridiculously as they can. While I am writing this blog, a candidate from a particular party is busy campaigning down on the road that my room faces. They are playing the song "Aye mere watan ke logo" which confuses me if this is an election or a death match. But I am happy that they have not made a humorous parody of it as it has happened in previous elections. The election campaigning in India is one of the many funny things in Indian Democracy. I am not being cynic. All I want is that instead of playing a stupid song on a Piaggio Ape' , shouting "hail" slogans and requesting the locals for vote ( which sounds more like a vegetable vendor clamouring to you for buying from him) on a microphone that appears to have been dipped in water, can't we go for a face to face debate like they do in US...
Hey wait!!! I can't hear that song anymore... Thank goodness... they are gone...
So where was I??? Yes... the rhetorical question with an obvious answer of NO... we don't want to embrace a proper election procedure.. We are still apprehensive about elections being a dirty game of criminals. We can't accept the debates because we have much more important works to do than to vote for a candidate... So much busy are we in our lives that we only get the election day for hanging out. It's a holiday after all. And about people like me!!! And even you( if you are taking interest in reading this post) We wait for a messiah to glide from the sky and bring about a revolutionary change... Don't we??
3:30 PM,
Bhopal,
The election date for the post of mayor of Bhopal Municipal Corporation is round the corner. So the candidates are busy campaigning as ridiculously as they can. While I am writing this blog, a candidate from a particular party is busy campaigning down on the road that my room faces. They are playing the song "Aye mere watan ke logo" which confuses me if this is an election or a death match. But I am happy that they have not made a humorous parody of it as it has happened in previous elections. The election campaigning in India is one of the many funny things in Indian Democracy. I am not being cynic. All I want is that instead of playing a stupid song on a Piaggio Ape' , shouting "hail" slogans and requesting the locals for vote ( which sounds more like a vegetable vendor clamouring to you for buying from him) on a microphone that appears to have been dipped in water, can't we go for a face to face debate like they do in US...
Hey wait!!! I can't hear that song anymore... Thank goodness... they are gone...
So where was I??? Yes... the rhetorical question with an obvious answer of NO... we don't want to embrace a proper election procedure.. We are still apprehensive about elections being a dirty game of criminals. We can't accept the debates because we have much more important works to do than to vote for a candidate... So much busy are we in our lives that we only get the election day for hanging out. It's a holiday after all. And about people like me!!! And even you( if you are taking interest in reading this post) We wait for a messiah to glide from the sky and bring about a revolutionary change... Don't we??
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