Thursday, December 2, 2010
Monday, March 23, 2009
Boredom
Jus' nothin' at all happening in my life :(:(:(
Btw, finished Historian and now on the verge of being a Drakula scholar myself... ha !!
Btw, finished Historian and now on the verge of being a Drakula scholar myself... ha !!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The izzard of IWD
To the ladies of the world (yes, including politicians and Britney Spears), the great ones, the not so great ones, the achievers, the mischievers, the famous, the infamous and the obscured, all... I honour you and laud the empowerment of women. Have a great International Women's Day.
PS. Flat 50% off on most of the female apparels at most of the brand outlets in most of the malls.
PPS. Confound it !!! I feel emasculated by such offers only for women, we should have our own day.
PS. Flat 50% off on most of the female apparels at most of the brand outlets in most of the malls.
PPS. Confound it !!! I feel emasculated by such offers only for women, we should have our own day.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Masakkali
Hail Rahman !!! Na, not for any of the excerpts from his Slumdog notes. Matter-of-fact: I, and most of the Indian junta, didn't find anything extraordinary in those scores. The music, I would call, was rudimentary for Rahman's skills. Had the Oscar judges heard Rahman's songs from the beginning, he would have bagged dozens of oscars by now.
But hey, here's again his music prowess in Dilli-6; have heard "Masakkali" quite a many times, and am always happy after listening to it, specially after its mellifluous blend of harmonica and bass guitar. This concoction I have never heard before and it is BEAutiful, I hope we keep getting such stuff. And yes, Mohit Chauhan is a good singer (specially at high pitch), he has sung it well, in a pun-ish tone which makes the the song hilarious. The last one of his I liked was "Tum Se He" from Jab We Met. BTW, he was the the lead singer of Silk Route, the not so Dooba Dooba Band.
Ha, am listening to the dove song even now, and am masakkali-ing.
But hey, here's again his music prowess in Dilli-6; have heard "Masakkali" quite a many times, and am always happy after listening to it, specially after its mellifluous blend of harmonica and bass guitar. This concoction I have never heard before and it is BEAutiful, I hope we keep getting such stuff. And yes, Mohit Chauhan is a good singer (specially at high pitch), he has sung it well, in a pun-ish tone which makes the the song hilarious. The last one of his I liked was "Tum Se He" from Jab We Met. BTW, he was the the lead singer of Silk Route, the not so Dooba Dooba Band.
Ha, am listening to the dove song even now, and am masakkali-ing.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Bookish
Ahhhh !! This firing and all phobia has pulled me out of my procrastination. Got to work hard in office. Though, still get some time to read some r
eal good literature. Recently finished "Crime and Punishment", Fyodor Dostoevsky, have loads to write on it, will write more of it in a while when free.
Present venture is "The Historian" by Elizabeth Kostova. Trust me, It's getting awesome day by day...
eal good literature. Recently finished "Crime and Punishment", Fyodor Dostoevsky, have loads to write on it, will write more of it in a while when free.Present venture is "The Historian" by Elizabeth Kostova. Trust me, It's getting awesome day by day...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Bollywood Redemption
Lately, follies like "Rab ne..." & "Chandnichowk to China" and all such drivels have been making the potatoheads of us all, thanks to AKs (Aamir Khan, Anurag Kashyap) and their likes to keep redeeming the dignity Bollywood loses every now and then.
DevD is probably one of the best (dark) works in the Indian Cinema I have ever seen. Director Anurag Kashyap has raised it close, very close to the level of Hollywood psychedelia. And Abhay Deol, needless to say, he has transgressed the limits of awesomeness, he didn't play the hero, he played the character, kudos !!
All I could say about the movie is, it's truly legen... (ya ya wait for it)... darrry.
DevD is probably one of the best (dark) works in the Indian Cinema I have ever seen. Director Anurag Kashyap has raised it close, very close to the level of Hollywood psychedelia. And Abhay Deol, needless to say, he has transgressed the limits of awesomeness, he didn't play the hero, he played the character, kudos !!
All I could say about the movie is, it's truly legen... (ya ya wait for it)... darrry.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I-Dent-ity afloat
NITK Surathkal, my college, was particularly different from many other, infact all, colleges of India. Let me tell how. The very first of them is the very fact that we had a self proclaimed private beach. Ahhh the beach [sigh] (yes you all non NITKian fellas, we had it all filmy style). Well, there are lots of things about the beach but anyways, lets get over it.
The 17th peculiarity (not that 2nd to 16th are insignificant, but are irrelevant as of now) was the student ID card. Yes, it was the worst of its kind, trust me. The first time I possessed mine, I was quite taken aback by its build. Precisely, it comprised of a sleazy piece of hard paper of normal ID card size. On one side, it had some usual personal details (no not printed but filled by the student with pen) and on the other it flashed National Institute Of Technology Karnataka, Surathkal with its logo and all in dirty pink color and a stupid photograph stuck. Please notice that I didn't mention anything about the seal. Why ?? Because there was none. On the first glance, you'd say it's no better than the ID card of a class-D worker from a factory manufacturing chappal soles. On a closer look, you could confirm this. And this complete set was shoddily laminated and handed over to us. Go pals, flaunt it over anywhere and you will be hailed...
Well, not exactly. This accounts for an incident when I was very much in a fix because of this crummy piece. It was the end of fourth semester and we were ready to head back home. Unfortunately, few of us (me included) didn't get the ticket from Mangalore so we got a reservation in Goa Express from Goa. Goa was not very far, 4-5 hours journey from our college; insignificant compared to the 36 hours journey ahead. But it was much more painful this time, my friend Saurabh (Chul was he called) and I had our computer sets. Reason being my stupid fantasy of getting a laptop in the fifth semester (which I didn't). We, somehow, managed to reach the desired platform with our luggage. The boarding and all were pretty mundane and that was the end of all our miseries.
No, it was just the beginning. An hour or so passed and we were, as usual, doing nothing. I saw the TTE approaching. He was darker than dark, stout and, surprisingly, donned a black coat in that extremely hot summer day. He was behaving quite amicably but suddenly he left everything and swaggered towards us. No problem Sir, we had what he did not want to see, the tickets. But he didn't ask for one. What he asked was whether we got the computer stuff a registered parcel or not. Damn, how did we know if such a thing existed and, even if it did, exactly required. I blurted out "We don't have any knowledge about registration" to which he replied with immense pride "ab toh penalty lagegi". The last one came like a hammer. Chul, with sheer smartness, started obfuscating as if he had already planned all that but it made matter even worse.
In no time, the TTE was accompanied by an RPF constable (I still have no idea why on earth did he call the constable). The next 20 minutes went on with his blatherings regarding the rules and regulations and blah blah blah, we kept on impressing upon the fact that we were college students. Ultimately, he asked for the big thing, our ID cards. I, within a blink, snapped it out from my wallet and handed it over to him. And then I froze, Chul too, guess he realized the same thing which I did. For the next 5 minutes the TTE kept on examining the card with utmost scrutiny, and also looking at us in askance. We were still frozen, I knew what ran in his mind. [What the fuck is this ?? Am I a stupid. Ha !! Busted]
He blurted it out "ye toh nakli hai"
I promptly answered in a broken voice "nahi sir, yahi hai, asli hai"
"nahi nahi ye nakli hai, seal kahan hai ??", said the TTE.
Chul, as if enjoyin' the whole conversation, retorted "sir, lagta nakli hai but hai asli"
Ok, that was it. The TTE got mad. He bitterly requested us to pay the penalty or get down at the next station. I was frenzied by the idea of both. I rummaged my wallet, my bag, all my stuff I could in search of my library card (it gave a genuine look at the least and had bar codes and a seal too) but I was unsuccessful. Meanwhile, Chul and the TTE, already started with their penalty negotiations, were unable to settle at an amount. The TTE was demanding 700 Rupees and Chul offended him several times by prompting a much lesser amout.. 300..350..400.. and then finally to 700. I paid half of that. Oh God!! Back those days, it was a whopping sum; parting myself with 350 was a sacrifice of 35 shifts at the night canteen. Anyway, the TTE left with the money and for the rest of the trip I tortured myself with an uncanny feeling that all that was faked by the TTE. Well, only he and God knows.
For the next two happy years of my college, whenever I was asked for an ID card outside college, I always produced the library card and, by Jove, never lost my identity.
The 17th peculiarity (not that 2nd to 16th are insignificant, but are irrelevant as of now) was the student ID card. Yes, it was the worst of its kind, trust me. The first time I possessed mine, I was quite taken aback by its build. Precisely, it comprised of a sleazy piece of hard paper of normal ID card size. On one side, it had some usual personal details (no not printed but filled by the student with pen) and on the other it flashed National Institute Of Technology Karnataka, Surathkal with its logo and all in dirty pink color and a stupid photograph stuck. Please notice that I didn't mention anything about the seal. Why ?? Because there was none. On the first glance, you'd say it's no better than the ID card of a class-D worker from a factory manufacturing chappal soles. On a closer look, you could confirm this. And this complete set was shoddily laminated and handed over to us. Go pals, flaunt it over anywhere and you will be hailed...
Well, not exactly. This accounts for an incident when I was very much in a fix because of this crummy piece. It was the end of fourth semester and we were ready to head back home. Unfortunately, few of us (me included) didn't get the ticket from Mangalore so we got a reservation in Goa Express from Goa. Goa was not very far, 4-5 hours journey from our college; insignificant compared to the 36 hours journey ahead. But it was much more painful this time, my friend Saurabh (Chul was he called) and I had our computer sets. Reason being my stupid fantasy of getting a laptop in the fifth semester (which I didn't). We, somehow, managed to reach the desired platform with our luggage. The boarding and all were pretty mundane and that was the end of all our miseries.
No, it was just the beginning. An hour or so passed and we were, as usual, doing nothing. I saw the TTE approaching. He was darker than dark, stout and, surprisingly, donned a black coat in that extremely hot summer day. He was behaving quite amicably but suddenly he left everything and swaggered towards us. No problem Sir, we had what he did not want to see, the tickets. But he didn't ask for one. What he asked was whether we got the computer stuff a registered parcel or not. Damn, how did we know if such a thing existed and, even if it did, exactly required. I blurted out "We don't have any knowledge about registration" to which he replied with immense pride "ab toh penalty lagegi". The last one came like a hammer. Chul, with sheer smartness, started obfuscating as if he had already planned all that but it made matter even worse.
In no time, the TTE was accompanied by an RPF constable (I still have no idea why on earth did he call the constable). The next 20 minutes went on with his blatherings regarding the rules and regulations and blah blah blah, we kept on impressing upon the fact that we were college students. Ultimately, he asked for the big thing, our ID cards. I, within a blink, snapped it out from my wallet and handed it over to him. And then I froze, Chul too, guess he realized the same thing which I did. For the next 5 minutes the TTE kept on examining the card with utmost scrutiny, and also looking at us in askance. We were still frozen, I knew what ran in his mind. [What the fuck is this ?? Am I a stupid. Ha !! Busted]
He blurted it out "ye toh nakli hai"
I promptly answered in a broken voice "nahi sir, yahi hai, asli hai"
"nahi nahi ye nakli hai, seal kahan hai ??", said the TTE.
Chul, as if enjoyin' the whole conversation, retorted "sir, lagta nakli hai but hai asli"
Ok, that was it. The TTE got mad. He bitterly requested us to pay the penalty or get down at the next station. I was frenzied by the idea of both. I rummaged my wallet, my bag, all my stuff I could in search of my library card (it gave a genuine look at the least and had bar codes and a seal too) but I was unsuccessful. Meanwhile, Chul and the TTE, already started with their penalty negotiations, were unable to settle at an amount. The TTE was demanding 700 Rupees and Chul offended him several times by prompting a much lesser amout.. 300..350..400.. and then finally to 700. I paid half of that. Oh God!! Back those days, it was a whopping sum; parting myself with 350 was a sacrifice of 35 shifts at the night canteen. Anyway, the TTE left with the money and for the rest of the trip I tortured myself with an uncanny feeling that all that was faked by the TTE. Well, only he and God knows.
For the next two happy years of my college, whenever I was asked for an ID card outside college, I always produced the library card and, by Jove, never lost my identity.
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