Saturday, December 31, 2005

On the edge of tomorrow

I'm going away from your life. I won't come into your life anymore.
Yes, I'm going to die tonight.

I don't know whether you are happy or sad.

Yours lovingly...

Well no, to your dismay, I'm not going to kill myself. Not yet.
Anyway, what you read was just part of an SMS I received, and boy, was I shaken. It wasn't until I managed to reach the end of the message that I decided to calm my veins, and have a hearty laugh. You have only read the beginning of the message, and so, here's the end:

Yours lovingly,

Yeah, just a way of saying 'happy new year!'

The year has swished by, and we've reached its end. So much stuff happend, angry politicians to angry civilians, flop songs and flop movies, and so many blog postings, that I've decided to point out the best and the worst...

With the year at its last day, here's some stuff I'd like to see next year, too!

A toast to:

Sania’s Advance

And this needs no introduction. She's managed to move up the line in rankings from a hundred-something to a whopping 31, and she's reached the cover of 'Time' magazine! And I'm hoping to see her in the top 10 next year, so all the very best to her, and two thumbs way, way up for our leading lady!


After a month of browsing around, and moving here to there, I finally managed to put up my own blog. So let me hear that applause...
Other than that (and I don't mean to brag), I won first place in three inter-school computer based competitions. Let me list them out later. And on top of that, my greatest achievement this year is a t-shirt signed by Sania Mirza (surprize!). It's not meant to be worn, so I got it framed.

The Illegal Construction Shakedown

Heck yeah to that! The government is finally clearing those clustered streets, to open up the vision of a blue sky. Thumbs up to them, for they have taken down those illegal buildings.

And a big no-no to this stuff. That’s right,
Rotten tomatoes to:

The Indian Film Industry

I don’t think I’ve seen any good Hindi movies apart from ‘Black’this year. “What’s wrong with you guys? Haven’t found a good movie to copy off?”

And please, I’d like to hear some good soudtracks, too.

The Creators of ‘Jassi Jaisi Koi Nahi’

That’s for killing Rakshanda’s role! I really don’t believe this soap. It has been awkwardly streched out, and now it has no story, no plot, and no Rakshanda. Who’s going to watch it now?
The same goes for all those other sinister soaps.

Those hoaxy ‘sex-scandal’ sting operations

From Shakti Kapoor to Aman Verma, I am against IndiaTV’s failed attempts to gain TRPs.

And that’s not all folks, there’s a long list to be emptied, ranging from the new style of pizzas to the growing number of criminal cops, from the re-runs at the end of the year to those weird MMS things, from I don’t know what to the who, what and where…But I just can’t seem to find the time to write about all that …

And before I forget, Happy New Year to all those who are reading this, and all those who aren’t! And don’t forget to keep your resolutions ready!

Sunday, December 25, 2005

And a merry christmas to you, too!

Hear the sound of the falling snow? the rustling green tree? Neither do I. But hey, that won't stop me from celebrating Christmas, and it shouldn't stop you either. Because we can all enjoy today as a holiday, and celebrate the joy of giving!

So Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 19, 2005

And that's a divorce!

Before you read this text, read the article in the picture again.

And you can only imagine what that guy is going through. What's ironical here is that, if that man was faithful to his wife, he would be dead. From ashes to dust. On the other hand though, being unfaithful has its punishment.

So you see how ignorance is bliss? You shut yourself out from the world, and you'll never know that your office building has gone down to soot, and you'll manage to keep yourself alive. But, if as an honest man, you keep yourself a victim to routine of the average life, you won't even live to tell about it!

This whole thing reminds me of the PVR campign that goes "Real life is boring..." mixed up with the "Neal 'n Nikki" tagline that starts out to say "Get naughty...".

Then what does this story conclude? You tell me. How would you react to that?

Thursday, December 08, 2005

That life may have been less lived...

Have you ever looked at that strange man's face? Ever thought about where he may have come from, what's he doing and why? Ever thought about his story?
That's what I put my head up to. And it's weird how I can draw so many conclusions, so fast. I think "Maybe, one day, I'll meet him again. One day, I may be his boss, or he could be mine. One day...

As the world turns
by abhas1

When somebody looks up at the skies,
there's dark clouds for another who flies;
When a vacation for some,
there's others with a bullet in their gun...
white tulips;
they spell peace for one,
another accepts them as a bad pun;
one man cries tears of joy,
the other returns from his lover's grave,
returned silent, maybe he's coy...
The rivers drip,
the time a birth in a crib;
The peaks, they snow,
a concrete building's about to blow...
What rules are basic to stay,
may seem complex today...
One's too casual to life,
second's the army's snipe.
So be who you'll be,
because when today's free,
and He thinks the grass is green
on your side, maybe today
you'll open your eyes for your last scene,
when another sleeps where you've once been...

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Boulevard of Broken News

It's been a long time since I wrote some stuff on things around me; the current events. So, here's a post dedicated to weird Indian news, more of which is controversy.

One month after.
Remember October 29, 2005? Don't worry if you forgot. I was asking "What bomb?" before I started out on this post, too. Well, that issue seems long forgotten; People were back at their shops the next day, even. And a month is way too long to ask. We still don't know who to blame for those blasts. We still don't know who all are actually dead, and who all have gone missing. Welcome to 'bizzaro world'.

Flip 'em the bird!
Just when the Ganguly-Chappell cricket war was starting to lose interest, along came a finger. According to what cameras have captured, Greg was seen flipping Ganguly off. What was it? Frustration? Stress? Anger? I really have no idea.
Well, Greg has finally joined a long list of celebrities who have bagged an anger un-management trophy.

Sania's on the news. Again.
It won't be long before people will actually start asking "Does she play tennis too?!". We can all thank mainstream media for this. When Sania Mirza says something, we must always look around to see if that comment can be placed in the paper for the next ten days. So now, me must drag her into every bizzare event possible. Be it the skirt, pre-marital sex or anything else, but it musn't be tennis. I'm surprised to see that she rests unaffected, and shocked to see a nation that will kill talent, and not notice what they've done.

Kapoor vs. Kapoor; Finally over!
Whew! Finally that story's over. I was getting amazingly bored of that. But see, they've cooked up another awkward marriage something. Kapoors are old news; new on the block is the Abu Salem-Monica Bedi post. Less related to what the previous story was all about, the Salem-Bedi thing is all underwater because of the 'don marries actor' part.

Zieg Heil to the Indian paper, for they have once again succeeded in grasping our attention.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Back to School

Well, the so called "2-day break" (er...weekend) is over, and I was back at school after the exams. How did I perform? Don't ask.

Yes, the same old routine has begun. I'll be surrounded by those red-brick walls, again, then I'll come back home, close my eyes for a second, and finally wake up to realise that the whole day has passed me by.

The weird thing about school is that we don't actually study there. We just go to class, the teacher says something, and then we come back. It's like we've been made to process a command. But some days are not that boring, though. There's days when you go out for field trips, the somehow longer recess days, and then the somehow shorter class days. Oh, and of course, there's fridays!

In class, it's a sight to see someone actually trying to make out, or decipher what the teacher is saying. I'm busy drawing cars, writing poetry, and yes - taking notes. I may have gone too far, but we do actually take notes. Hey, we have got to pass!

Well then, I guess it's back to the blues. It's back to our friends, back to our enemies. Back to that boy who stares at any girl who passes by, and it's back to the boy who's lost in the depths of his book. Yup, it's back to school.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Yet another cause for celebration

I was waiting for this day...

So, what do you say when a plucky-cool-spirited-teenage-tennis-sensation-of-India turns a year older?
You say "Happy birthday Sania Mirza" or you can go about saying "Happy birthday to the future of Indian tennis". But don't just blandly say 'happy birthday'. Thank her for being born, for showing the world who she is, for taking India to the world, for opening the gates of something other than cricket, for speaking for the rights of the girl child. Thank her for being who she is - a trendsetter, an icon, and above all, a humanitarian.And since I have been getting all poetic these days...

When Sania's on the news,
and I've got the blues,
I look up to her,
motivated to work harder,
get on down and go on farther,
to reach that same level of fame,
even when I don't play her game,
I'll do my best,
to keep my head away from shame,
and without looking for anyone to blame,
I'd like to say 'thanks' for supporting my name.

And like last time we had a celebration, here's another point of coincidence:
I bought my projection TV on this day, last year. Cool, eh?

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Happy Diwali !

Yes, this Diwali does seem pretty happy, not to forget- pretty clean!
Seems like Delhi has finally learned its lesson, looking at last year, today is a big improvement. I don't notice as much cracker-blowing, not as much noise, ergo not as much pollution!

Maybe I should have titled this post "Another cause for celebration"...

Yay for the clean diwali, for it's finally come closer to 'the festival of lights'

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Back to today

I keep getting these morbid ideas about life, our political situation, and my exams.
I've been noticing that school isn't really helping me out. In fact, it's those kids I fear. The same kids who are my classmates, the same kids I'm starting to hate. I not going to point out anyone, but I'd like to say that they are going up in nicotine smoke...

That should be enough surrounding me and my teenaged adventures.
More on today, I've just gotten to know Delhi was bombed, some areas actually.

My Saturday evening, like usual, was being spent in the premesis of books, in my extra-class centre. Physics was going on, our teacher explaining about 'Solar Power'. Until an unexpected ring came up his cell. It was the call that informed us about those blasts.
Pretty soon, parents came up. Class was over early.

On reaching home, I started flipping through news channels. It was then that I came to know what really happend. Bombs were set off in various crowded areas, including south and central Delhi. 35 casualties, and growing. My pulse wasn't the only one racing, even when I was far and safe from even a scratch.

I'm assuming that the bombs were mainly set to send off a wave of terror. All of them planted in various crowded areas, that too in the festive time which was soon to be followed by Diwali and Eid. Thus, the damage inflicted was doubled.
Fortunately though, I've just noticed a news anchor talking about how the bomb squad has managed to defuse one of the bombs...

Now, finger-pointing shall begin. Who should we blame? Al Quaeda (remember UK some time ago?), Saddam Hussein (hmmm...aftermath of his trials, perhaps?), Osama Bin Laden (guess who's back, back again...), or a new terrorist group, looking for the same level of fame?

Yes, life is morbid. And then, people ask me where I get these dark thoughts from.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

The first day of the rest of my life

Not really. But it's equally important.

The first day of my life -10 february 1991- was actually a start of things. I was afraid I'd come to this.
Today, we get to the beginning of a simple week of festive Diwali holidays. And these days will be no ordinary days, Pre-Boards initiate at the termination of them.

Yes, Pre-Boards. They are the preparation for the Boards (quite simple, eh?). And the Board exam, will decide the fate of my life. They will choose which path I'll travel, and they will decide what life I live.
What is neccessary is that I must score great in my pre-board exams, because, according to what's been happening, they are a whole lot tougher to crack than the Boards. And if I do score high, then I won't be biting my nails off (like right now...) preparing for the Boards.
Board this, board that, I really can't put my mind into books, I get bored...

Just think of my situation...

Anyway, here's some poetry, completely irrelevent to the topic.

Biochem fury by abhas1

When we all fall victims to syndromes,
a prey to our dismay,
how will we ever reach our homes?
Tears on the floor; blood is on the way.
There's a vein, a syringe,
a silent killer on today;
a breakdown, a fringe,
a prisoner of war to slay;
a virus deep inside us,
it'll drag us to our grave,
there's the silence of the stone,
a slice of punishment we crave.
We can blame all orange,
an agent responsible for rave,
thank it for killing all vegetation,
thank it for the end of today,
for those who confront the system,
bear hard and brave suicide,
it's scientific war-tech,
that's responsible for genocide.

Friday, October 21, 2005

The day after yesterday

Yes, modern today.
Where sounds of birds chirping have been replaced by the the sounds of cell phones ringing. The green of trees, replaced by your computer's wallpaper. And clouds, replaced by a dark smog, left out by industries that manufacture anti-pollutants...
Seemingly, this is the today, we were expecting yesterday. We've covered giant leaps, accomplished what not, and gone where no man has gone before.

And this going everywhere has resulted in a situation. A situation no less ordinary, but "extra"-ordinary. It's situations when you come to say "..been there, done that..".

Maybe, we are going to a morbid future. Machines be taking our places, so what will we do when they get fixed? Will we visit mass unemployment, the end? Or an apocalyptic rescue, sending us to salvation?

I don't know. Just read the poem for now.

The Future Collapse by abhas1

I've locked myself in a dark black room,
only to watch the flowers bloom,
It's all in my head,
'cause there is no bed,
and everyone is dead,
in the near future,
where kids are tutors,
preaching hate,
while practicing fate,
and at the rate
this is going,
bankrupt is 'Boeing',
all the leaders are going,
showing, but not knowing,
own land's innocent blood is flowing...
[not knowing, death is not slowing]
own land's morbid ghosts are towing...
[not knowing, death is not slowing]
own land's peace is nowhere growing...
[not knowing, death is not slowing]
own land's death is not slowing...
[not knowing, life is not showing...]

Thursday, October 20, 2005

A few good rhymes

Some of my favorite lines, from some of my favorite songs...

from "Sing for the moment" by Eminem
(originally by Aerosmith, but I prefer the Em version)

sing with me, sing for the year,
sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
sing with me now, just for today,
maybe tomrrow, the good lord will take you away...

from "Calm like a bomb" by Rage Against the Machine

There's a mass without roofs;
a prison to fill,
a country's soul that reads: "Post no bills",
a strike and a line of cops outside of the mills,
there's a right to obey,
and then there's the right to kill...

from "Lake of fire" by Nirvana

Where'd the bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly,
Go to a lake of fire and fry,
won't see 'em again, till the Fourth of July...

from "Criminal" by Eminem
(yes, the selection is long...)

Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
And if anybody identifies the guy in it
I'll hide for 5 minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die bi*ches
Passed this scratched 'Vette
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his a*s yet
If I ever gave a f*ck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my d*ck in between my legs and cluck
You mothaf*ckin' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked a*s
And if it's not a rapper that I'll make it as
I'mma be a f*ckin' rapist in a Jason mask

I'm a criminal
Cuz everytime I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
to tell 'em what's on my mind
I guess I'm a criminal
I don't gotta say a word
I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin'
I don't take shit from no one

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Cover story

Looks familiar?

It's the cover of Rage Against the Machine's debut album. As one of the first full-length fusions of the widely disparate genres, Rage Against the Machine is a landmark album, setting the stage for the late-
1990s boom in more pop-oriented fusions like Limp Bizkit, KoЯn and Linkin Park; moreover, the album set itself apart from those that came after it with its uncompromising political commentary. The songs on Rage Against the Machine tend to feature political mantras interspersed with angry, expletive-laced invective, with the vocals delivered in a style similar that of a hip hop artist.

This cover featured the controversial photograph of Thích Quảng Ðức self-immolating in protest of the Buddhist treatment under the South Vietnam government.

Here some info from wikipedia:

Thích Quảng Ðức, born in 1897, was a Vietnamese Buddhist monk who burnt himself to death at a busy Saigon intersection on June 11, 1963. His act of self-immolation, which was repeated by others, was witnessed by David Halberstam, a New York Times reporter, who wrote:

I was to see that sight again, but once was enough. Flames were coming from a human being; his body was slowly withering and shriveling up, his head blackening and charring. In the air was the smell of burning human flesh; human beings burn surprisingly quickly. Behind me I could hear the sobbing of the Vietnamese who were now gathering. I was too shocked to cry, too confused to take notes or ask questions, too bewildered to even think.... As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him.

Thích Quảng Ðức was protesting against the way the administration of the Prime Minister Ngô Đình Diệm was oppressing the Buddhist religion.

His monastery was just outside of Huế in central Vietnam. The light blue Austin in which he drove to Saigon to commit his act can still be seen there (along with a picture showing his self-immolation, with his car in the background). Following his death, attempts by the Buddhist community to cremate his heart only resulted in it remaining intact. It was henceforth considered holy and placed in the care of the Reserve Bank of Vietnam.

Madame Nhu, the first lady of Vietnam at the time, commented with regard to this that she would "clap hands at seeing another monk barbecue show." This supposedly resulted in her receiving the alias of "Dragon Lady."

A powerful man is all I can call him.

And seemingly, it fits right in Rage's cover.
This cover shows protest. It shows going against the system. It shows rage against the machine...

credit these links for more:

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

7.4 richter scale

Before I start out on saying what I was about to, I'd like to wish Mr. Amitabh Bachchan a very happy birthday.

Now...for the quake that hit on Saturday, 8 October 2005.

Following the tsunami disaster that hit the Asian subcontinent, this was the next worst thing. The toll has already gone over 30,000 in Pakistan, and 300 in India. The high number in Pakistan is because the epicentre -Muzaffarabad- lied in Pakistan, and that too, in the Pakistan occupied Kashmir (PoK) area. That's why the tremors, the aftershocks, were felt in India also.

Now what worries me is that, last time (the tsunami disaster) hit this area -particularly India (of the Asian subcontinent)- the government and education department took some steps, which have now proved to be of no use. The NCERT (National Council of Educational Research and Technology), and the CBSE (Central Board of Secondary Education) came up with a solution to empower the common man and the school children with knowledge of "disaster management". They introduced new books into the school system.

Now, in the texts of these new books, we could find methods of preventing mass damage from tsunamis, earthquakes (remember Gujarat on 26 Jan. 2001?), and some other natural disasters.

Seems to me that we are the greatest idiots on earth.
Writing a book like that wasn't enough; we were supposed to implement what was written! The whole purpose of this book was to teach methods of safety, the making of an air bag of sorts. And a high death toll only proves that this whole purpose was defeated.
This gives me the signal that we just made that book up, just for the sake of it.

Um... I guess all of the above implies only if the Pakistan school system was smart enough to learn from the tsunami, the Gujarat quake, and the fact that they also introduced such books.

Other than that, a moment of silence for those who lost their lives.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Kapoor vs. Kapur; Back on camera

I must say, I just love what all the Indian news channels do just to raise their TRPs. It's great and it works.

Remember, back some time ago, when Karisma Kapoor was getting married, and some press agencies sneaked right in-- to give us the "inside scoop" ? That was the only thing you could watch on the news for a few days. And not just on TV, but in paper too.

Then, a few months slipped by, and just when the news seemed to be out press, once again, looked up to the Kapurs. That was the time when all this hooplah started, regarding their married life. The press-- giving us more of the inside scoop, reported that the Kapurs weren't actually happy with their married life. A fight of sorts...

This was followed by more scoops. Pressing issues now, on their divorce. This seemed to stir up more talking in the town. This got the press happy, too. After all, everyone was switching to the news channels--new in the entertainment business. So, then this-that happend, yak-yak. And the news, once again seemed to be losing grip...

But the Kapurs came to the rescue! Seemed like they never failed to serve the media's (and to some extent, our) interest.

Now, when the couple, saved from divorce, tried another chance in life and tried to work out their marriage, the ever-so-faithful press didn't leave them alone. They put up hidden cameras, voice recorders, and a wanton raise in the TRP. So now, when you switch to your news channel, you can see the Kapurs, strolling through parks, walking around their hotel\house , and even airport arrivals.
And to make this story more spicy, *ahem* sleazy... the media has come up with another one of their innovative ideas--cheap headlines! They've titled their footage as "The lovers, back in the nest" or "Love is victorious" (something like that...)

A message to the media: You guys are doing great. You thought just like the Indian film industry (paticularly Mahesh Bhatt...), and your schemes are working great. Keep up the good meant ratings.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Not Cricket

Before I blow my head off, screaming "more controversy!" here's what I want to say for the CricketWar.

Trouble couldn't have come easier for Greg Chapell. I guess he just didn't think twice before saying "Either Ganguly goes or I do". He just didn't taste Indian politics, the media before that.
And after he was done saying these words, the press splashed it all over.
Well, there goes the "reputed" position of India's coach.
It wasn't until the next day when he realised he wasn't the only one in a mess. The Indian population, who is led by cricket, also burst forth. Some came fighting for Ganguly's stay, and some waiting for him to leave.

Now, for the Indian Cricket Team. Our team was already sinking with the ship. Issues revolving around us for match fixing, being a sore loser, and what not. Sourav Ganguly finally got the taste of a bitter truth -- we were going nowhere. People were angered by this fact, too, so now, they want to fight, and kick Ganguly out.

And all of you will be waiting to ask me what you have asked others-- "whose side are you on ?"
Well, let me tell you, I'm on nobody's side.
I'm just not intrested in cricket.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Another cause for celebration !

Today is that special day, that special time, that doesn't come very often. In fact, it just comes once in a year.
What's so special about today, you ask? Well, it's September 27. But September 27 is no ordinary day. Today is Miss Rakshanda Khan's birthday! So here's wishing her the very best on this great day.
Why do I care, you ask? Well, she's my favorite actress. I always reserve time for TV when she's on. And she's my favorite actress! what more do you ask??
Now there's not many people on TV who I like, but she's not one of them, she's the greatest, so say again, "Happy Birthday Miss Khan!!"

Another exciting and completely coincidencial thing is that today is's birthday, too!
Things couldn't get much better...

Monday, September 26, 2005

State of emergency

Things couldn't get much worse for the USA.
Hurricane Katrina came and conquered, while New Orleans watched. It was a shame to see such a powerful nation fall on its knees, and succumb to the fury of a natural disaster. Could anyone be less prepared for oncoming events like these ?
And before anything in this scenario could change, Hurricane Rita came in. There's millions now lost in disaster management. People are still looking for signs of relief.
Mr.President? You here?

Talking about the President, George W. Bush couldn't have had it worse.
Ever since he was thrown into presidency, he has been going through hell. Al Qaeda, Saddam Hussein, the Iraq war, 11 September 2001, Osama Bin Laden, and there's more to come.
The toughest situation came at hand with the fall of The Twin Towers. That led to a chain reaction. The Afganistan part soon followed, the search of Osama.
History was being created, and it was being created fast. We were running out of pages, even.

And the Iraq war continued in the background. This event led to the loss of billions of dollars, thousands of lives, and on top of that -- over half of America's population lost trust in Bush, and they began to think about who they voted President.
Is Bush still living the Gulf War? Maybe. Maybe not.

So, what's it going to be next time. Votes; will there be "More for Gore or the son of a drug lord"? or should we wait for the "coup 'd etat"?

Friday, September 23, 2005

Some Poetry...

Here's a poem on my class.
Ahem... mic check,1..2..3..

Walk a mile down the empty mall,
you'll come across a block with red-brick walls,
go inside, check those dim-lit halls,
then you'll wonder why the place is small,
come here, it's what I call,
Welcome to my school,
please stand tall.
Once you come in,
don't forget to see my class,
it's full of trash, made of brass,
kids; you'll see some kind,
some are going, leading the blind
and others are just, outta their mind,
going ahead, what's behind ?
some kids with their short attention span,
up in physics, what's the 'Big Bang' ?
[Is it what happens when I leave my parking stand ?]
listening to stupid rock bands,
"Linkin Park" ? Not what I planned.
A lot of thoughts in my mind...Crammed!
My mind isn't much heavier than a dime,
here, I'll describe it in the following rhyme:
do da dum dum dim dyme,
chappa chappa Calvin Klein ?
& I'm not the only one commiting this crime,
everyone in this class is full of grime.
The best they can do, is climb the ladder 'o time,
and burn the bridges behind,
You know why ? 'Cause this is Tenth-B,
The best you can find...

Thursday, September 22, 2005

What to wear?

Have you noticed all this controversy circiling Sania Mirza on what to wear and what not to wear?
Well I have, and it seems to be an interesting topic for me to write on.
Maybe I'm a fan, maybe not. But I still have a point to make.

Hey, for all I know, Sania has a lot of championship titles to her credit, wears funky shirts, and she's been framed into an *ahem* MMS(it's a good thing she decided to ignore those idiots)... and now this?
Seems like if anyone can handle all these hurdles, it's her.
I understand the religion fact, but are we all missing the point here?

It would be wrong to go against her religion, but then again, you can't go for a swimming tournament wearing a pair of jeans can you?
The same way, every sport has its uniform, a cloth code that everyone follows. So making her wear something else is not an option at all. And if it still appears so "wrong", then maybe we can put her out of the game (and put India back down to nowhere in female tennis) or we can have her play the way she does (like everyone does...). And if we do decide to stop her, then don't forget to put a ban on Zeenat Aman and Katrina Kaif.

What's there to be ashamed of? If there's anything wrong, it's the society. Cure it.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

CBSE still planning?

I remember, back when I was in eighth grade, the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) started talks on going for grades (for academic performance...) rather than the traditional marking system.
Well, now 3 years later, I'm in tenth, and I'm still being marked by numbers.
The CBSE seems to have forgotten its statement, because now the grading system seems to be nowhere in sight. And on the other hand, CBSE has started some more thinking.
A few months ago, CBSE decided to 'lessen' our burdens by cutting down on the school syllabus.
And now it seems to be talking about terminating the feared "Board Examination".

Well, the school syllabus hasn't changed for half a century now, and the way it's going, I doubt anything is going to happen, let alone ending the "Board" exams.

The CBSE may still be "planning", and we are still waiting.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Power to the masses

How many times has this happend to you?

You are sitting in front of your computer screen, for you don't know how many hours. You have been trying to do this for a few months now. You have finally come sooooo close to achieving creative glory. You have created something that Da Vinci will envy, or maybe you just cracked the "Da Vinci Code"...
BUT, you remember now, you forgot to save your work.
"Ah... good thing I remembered..." you say to yourself. And just as you move your cursor to "Save As", the screen blacks out.The CPU's out...

"This can't be happening!" You are worried. "NO!" your pupils are dilating... "It's another blackout..." (surprise, surprise!).

All your work gone.
Lost into cyberspace.

Well it happened to me a few days ago, and surely, I was annoyed.
Now, without looking for someone to blame, I'm gonna say "You are not getting away with this MCD!!".

The next day I read the paper and I found that, even though I lost electricity for about half an hour, other areas in the city were powerless for about 4 hours, without any backup!
And that wasn't the only problem in those areas; they were also NOT getting "sufficient"(as the government calls it) water.
What's next? will they also be denied air?

Poor work for a country that's still developing...

A cause for celebration!

Today has to be the greatest day of my life.
Well, not actually the greatest, but still a great day.

So the point is, after around 3 years now, I get to see Seinfeld on air (again!).
Back when I was in the U.S. of A. ~4 years ago (somewhere in 2001) I witnessed my first show of Seinfeld. And that, too was a great day.But the sad day came when I came back to India (sometime in 2003) only to find they hadn't even heard about that show. And after a few months of looking at the night sky and hoping to see that show again, I gave up.

But now the darkest hour before dawn is gone and dawn is here, so let's have the good times rollin'.

Seinfeld-- is a show, best described by comidian Jerry Seinfeld himself, that is about nothing.It dedicates entire 30 minutes to situations like sitting in a cafe, waiting for food or looking for their car in a mall parking lot, and still gets away with being the funniest show ever. Be it Jerry's love for comparing life with superman, or Kramer's way of sliding through Jerry's apartment door, this show is a world apart from those other "funnies".

Thank you Star World for airing Seinfeld.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Hello World!

Helloooo people!
This is my very first post on my very first blog! (no wonder I'm so exited!)

um....did I miss out on anything?