Twenty Twenty Padayappa

When my telescreen failed to light up yesterday evening, i ran around for a big chunk of today creating havoc just to get it repaired in right time to watch the blue green war

but after squandering 4 hours of my self imposed feline hibernation i feel i could have better watched one of rajnikanth movies wherein he and his cronies wage a plethora of war tactics against uniform clad villains to save .....well the producer, the advantage being that i could have seen a shirtless beauty in the end instead of an ogre-ified M.S. Dhoni.(Thank you for shaving it by the way, avoided an eyesour, things for sourav ganguly to learn).

Well, the whole thing was simply so predictable..... like padayappa :). I can give u these strong reasons for Why India had to win today.

1. I had repaired my TV in half a day by paying 100 rs extra to the servicing guy (tea n snacks additional) just to watch this match.

2. For the multitudes of crores flown into the eleven pockets, plus ofcourse the old man's

3. For the wives and the children and friends of the 24 bookies who had to spend the night in a cell without tv and ofcourse mobile phones

4.Dhoni had to take his shirt off to prove that there are Indian captains with less hairy bodies

5. Sreesanth had to end whatever he started with his right hand , with his left hand but he ended up using both his hands for it
(Note: tissue prone westerners would find it difficult to understand the pun intended.
"Starting with your right hand and ending with your left is a metaphor in use among balti using population")

6. Shahrukh khan was in the stands strewing away kisses.

7.Yuvraj singh and joginder singh had to do that embarassing kamasutra (Find some pleasure discovering the same here) pose on the ground.(Sreesanth's "F**K YOU" comes next in the list)

Well mezbah seemed to be turning kabab mein haddi for some time forgetting that the villains(green goblins) are supposed to be the losers and he is not supposed to punch rajnikanth, only take the punches and turn prostrate. Thanks to his bookie friend who reminded him the rules just before the last over.
However ponnambalam afridi did justice to his role and was knocked out instantly, even before the punch was thrown(sigh... punch gone wasted)

But cant say the whole affair had lost that stint of tera mera, quoting shoaib malik "Thanks to all pakistanis..(pause)... not only pakistanis but to other muslims of the world"

Well i would like to log off for the day with a simple syllogism

provided shahrukh khan looked a lot like MJ today



He should have had a very nice time hugging some overgrown boys out there in the field ;)

Russian Dreams of smart prez

A single day and Russia all the way and u can do nothing but look at this epitome of anti capitalism, the cradle of the greatest dictator and covered up genocides in awe and admiration, well keeping aside the facts.

All in twenty four hours,

The dissolution of government

Scaring the F**ts out of uncle SAM with the FOAB

and the National conception day ...

Well the russian bioscope to the world is always packed with surprises, but this time it would have been a "" for a life time for the proletariat.

Declare a national holiday for baby production and explode a bomb while all the men are doing their duties sincerely at their homes.. Picturise the dementyevs,vladimirs and kruschevs thrown out of their beds and crouching in a corner with a quivering "U know what" :)
The sheer shock itself would have killed half of the supposed to be born patriots.
Maybe this is what putin called babies with a bang.

Putin may or may not be tried for perpetrating purposeful foetal homicide.However the Father of All Bombs stands out to be the sole father of the day.

Making an Indian wonder wherefrom his compatriots find so much of time to reproduce. and eventually transform his country into
A place where life is a sexually transmitted disease.

Even a thousand FOABs are not going to thwart the SQs of my countrymen. Go Bharat Go.


FootNote: I say peter jackson was struck by the idea of gollum after this man... any refutations?

Retro

Its Onam holidaze again and iam wasting away the third day of the "four days of inactivity" bestowed upon me by my caring employer.
Having ensured my share of the feast at my Grandmother's place this afternoon the malayali in me is restless to scribble something about the legacy today. Confused about which role to don... Historian, Philosopher , naturalist or a cultural anthropologist.
Historian Deepu would be an oxymoron, iam not even well updated about the history of my family, one reason i hate family functions where i put up a pseudo smile looking bluntly at those strangers who r my supposed to be relatives trying desperately to remind me of the hours i spent with them :)

Accept my apologies dear Mrs.prema,rani,suma (They were my histroy teachers in high school) and any reader who knows more than Onam, CPI and karunakaran about kerala.

This secluded land of greenery protected by the western ghats in the east and the arabian sea on the west, formed from the silt brought down from the ghats by west flowing rivers.
Boasts of culture of its own entirely uninfluenced by any others in the country, the abode of black gold and spices, which found its mention in writings of al beruni and the chinese during the aryanization. Maybe the first kingdom in the country to practice foreign trade and fully flourishing sea ports
divided into venad, konad, kolathunad and thiruvithamkode and ambiguously named after CHERANAD or the KERAVRIKSHAM , fed by the south west monsoon which brings with it the festival of flowers every year for morons like me to sit at home and blog nonsense.

I love my state :)

Bovine Consecration... Err.

When a temple and numerous believers staged a standoff with the Wales Government, not only did it make headlines back in the country thirsty for controversies but also got splendid support from the e - world.



The scandevala website even featured live footage of the animal resting, pissing and chewing the cud.

But all this backed by a religious belief and not a humane cause.

Why in the world should a desecration come into picture, the "holy cow" as it is eulogized but never been interpreted the way it has to be.

My knowledge about the bovine consecration stems from the fact that the cow had never been mentioned as sacred , but in the Rg veda which says "Cow should not be killed"
The archives from an age when cow was used as a currency, cow was the economy, cow was the wealth. So killing one would basically mean destruction of wealth.
So does it go for eating the meat.Because it cant be eaten without killing it.

The problem is that we don't change. That is in effect right from the case of the archives of hymns that haven't changed for almost 3000 years and people tend to be ignorant of the fact that they were not protocols but eulogies and 'make life better' codes.

Half of the controversies in here arise from the ignorance of the fact that "Change is one thing that doesn't change".

Conclusion: One who kills the cow is an ahindu , so is the one who tears a 100 rupee note :)

Chak Diya? Check Again.....

This is one reason why I love the onam season in Kerala... The whole ambiance blows in some divinity in ur employer so that the management resorts to give away some utsav perks to its employees. So did it happen this year too and it was a sponsored show of the film Chak De India for its heavily e-patriotic employees.

The film almost made down to my expectations of a direct pluck and paste collage from a fistful of successful hollywood sports flicks with some routine CHOPRA masala thrown in but the work with the camera during the game sequences demands a standing ovation.

A review would be an idiotic thing to do here because there are guys with better stuff out there (No ..not Rajeev Masand in case you thought so) who can do a much better job.
So I would list downs some instances in the movie when I whole Heartedly Booed with the rest of the crowd.

1. Coach Khan wid ammi leaves India Rolling a scooter, maybe the local petrol wala refused to give him petrol, or his tyres were flattened because he was GADDAR.... hmmm.. emotional turbidity. (pardonable)

2.Emotional Breakdown of Mr.Khan on India winning the World Cup. Pathetic.... he whimpers and winces relying on facial contortions, think about Denzel Washington or sean penn enacting the same, you will feel the difference.(Unpardonable)

3.Khan returning to India wid ammi to mohalla still ROLLING the same scooter(bright and shiny as ever... good servicing eh),(The tyres were OK this time, so it should be the petrol). While a kid strikes out the word GADDAR written on the wall.....and after which, believe me it looked like the word BANDAR.
Its a wonder how a few crisscrosses can change a word... smirk. (Unpardonable)

4.When abhimanyu singh proposes preeti sabharwal on his knees in front of the press when she much emphatically rejects it. Truly out of place , cramped in , unnecessary situation.I wonder what made the director do this. Obviously even a "SAAS BHI" fan would reject that scene.(Unpardonable)

However , the Komal Chautala penalty shot and the background score during the games (Except the one when the girls were trailing to the mens team by 3-2) deserves an applause.

MRI- Most Revered Indian

Knowing all the farce that this sport is , yet it seems to be entertaining for some of us, like the looney tunes, muscular guys but potato heads who loose a match by climbing upside down from the ring while his opponent lands on his feet. The gimmicks , the abuse and the hype and some really pathetic acting and expressions mostly by the "all time loser"(atleast in the ring) chairman himself until I watched this.




The phirangis in saree performing Bhangra looks quite disgusting ,looking more like a tribal pagan ritual.
The sensible ones in the audience ring start to boo right from the second minute. As the acromegalized "most revered Indian" appears garlanded and booed accompanied by a thumbzilla.

After he fetches the microphone he talks wats supposed to be Hindi.

The first 10 seconds (precisely from 3:30) its like the rumble of a truck, or like he is gargling hot water, only the word Punjab pops out a bit clearly.

"Koi mere ko na hara saka, koi na harayega, main sabko zor zor se maaroonga"... he mumbles like a kid which the thumbzilla translates as "Khali said that he is the first and only champion from India"

The real shock was yet to come at 5:38, "Indians revere him like Mahatma Gandhi" where I wasn't laughing anymore.
The guy in the white coat is a truly ashamed Indian now. Look at his expression at 5:40.

Also look out for the comments

"Khali has liberated India,, the land of a billion people"

"What a handsome man khali is?" (Indian perspective of beauty highlighted....!!! )

Did the federation downsize the the nation's history?? well maybe another controversy in waiting

But I had a good laugh.... I pity u giant.

Mysore Blues

I always wanted to look a bit more excited than my peers when it came to sightseeing, and this one was special, here I was in a place which was pretty much the cradle of south India's resistance to british domination and which witnessed Tipu's rockets taking the british by surprise.
So I was a south Indian among a group of Northies with a pretty much pride swollen heart relishing every moment I spend in this relic a dominion of age old intelligence and valor.

So we were a part of a six month program that would metamorphosise the lax,care free college brat in me into a bread winning professional, I guess that didn't work out with me quite well. Well that would be dealt with in another gibberish.

We snitched out some time during the tight schedule and worked out a plan for a city sojourn. Myself enjoying an advantage of being in the place earlier and holding a Know_All nameplate (be it the local dialect or the alley ways , I had this terrible capacity to make people believe that I was the missing link between them and the vox populi )

The number 13 rickety bus dropped us at the city center , and we alighted with a detailed plan to visit five key points and be back the same spot in four hours.

The punjabis and marathis left each of them treasuring My mobile number t o SOS into if they got in trouble with the routes. Little did they know that their supposed to be savior himself was carrying a bunch of mobile numbers of local guys and his dad back home in case he gets lost. I never told them..... The chics should find at least something appealing about me .

Of course quite unnaturally we all made it back to the city center at almost 6.
First timers were exulting and trying to extract useful information from what the tourist guide had told them in his broken angrezi.
We still had ten minutes of wait time for the bus , so couple of us decided to venture into an adjacent savepuri stall.
Smelling around the stall I felt this urgent call in my groins which reminded me that I had not had a leak the whole day. Looking around I couldn't find a place without at least three guys. People everywhere... looking at you suspiciously... this is one time when I badly wished i had been in a desert.
Turning around I asked the stall wala for an available restroom nearby. He directed me to the barren land on the other side of the bus stand (if i had to go for that, I could have very well done it in front of his shop ), I insisted for a public loo when with a grimace he directed me to one corner of the stand.

It was getting dark and my visual senses started to get de-powered, relying on my olfactory senses I ventured to smell out the restroom (Luckily in My country it is quite easy).
My nose led me down a dark alley with considerable hustle at the end of it, a dimly lit room of the size of an aidpost bustling with people, mostly old.

I wondered what they were doing in such a place other than ,you know.. doing their waterworks.
They were simply hanging about, watching every new comer with a welcome smile.
I talked to my conscience, "Maybe a bunch of nostalgic guys, had been peeing in here for years and now had been quite obsessed with the smell and place", (I have a friend who thinks it is nostalgic to watch jurassic park)

I placed myself in one corner and started to have that leak i had been longing for, when a visibly stout man, pot bellied , in a decent attire anchored just beside me whispered "BEAUTIFUL"...
I looked at him, a black skinned sweaty figure, he had a cut on his nose like most of the boxers have and he was smiling, I smiled back, maybe a greeting or a vague complement.. i thought, but for what? and beautiful??? what in the world should that mean?

I was almost half way through when he hissed again...beautiful.....What the? I looked up at him, but he was not looking at me, He was looking at my " ". Whoa.... this guy is gay, so are the other guys in here, the old man started to walk towards us spread eagled , a nepali whacker popped his head out the adjacent slab with blood shot eyes.

I was becoming an instant celebrity... a celebrity in a fixation, My body was above my mind now,I was into something that my brain had no control on(waterworks still going strong),
Should I push them off? If so am I risking their enragement.
Should I turn around and piss at them? what if it didn't work? Then iam in the most vulnerable position.
I guess the old man, the stalwart of the gay lot was morally responsible for preying first while the minuend gays waited. I summed up the courage to hit him, luckily my leak dried up as soon as he lay his hands on me. In a jiffy I pushed him hard on his right shoulder and took to my heels, I could hear the laughs rocking the room and the alleyway which my feet left behind.
Were they laughing at the incapability of the old man or was it at me or was the whole thing a farce, a prank of some terribly bored sexagenarians... I am still not sure.

But that night , my salvation came at the price of me boarding the bus in the nick of time with an open fly , among howling friends.

Gandhi Chicken -- Cookin in Yerwada

Digest This!

Read the caption , i tried , failed miserably , contracted diarrhoea. :(
Brand marketing has stooped from mission munna to save munna to recipe munna.

"Chicken Sanju Baba" (The name speaks a lot, u sent him to jail and now u call him chicken?)
is selling like hot cakes in 100 yr old restaurant in mumbai.
Reason: HandWritten recipe of the same by Sanju da Gandhi Baba.

When the (visibly drunk) restaurant owner claims its authenticity and customers hail the dish, what difference is it going to make for a man who cant even dream of chicken for the next 6 yrs (or will it, sorry i dont know, i enjoy overlooking things)

and to go in as the latest into the archives of monotonous, boring,puffed up , vestigial dialoges were the host's comments after tasting the same

"ummhmmmm.....(with V fingers)... the masala just melts in ur mouth..."
Duh... wat did he expect? the masala to stick around his mouth??... then its not masala dude. it should be (*)um. (*) in {g,c,b.....}

Loosing Toothirginity

Hello Doctor,

My son is 8 yrs old and he still has not lost his first baby tooth. While all his friends have lost at least one , he is still going strong, there is not even a visible shake in any one of them. Should we resort to forcibly removing them, Iam scared for my son doctor.. will he be able to lead a normal life?
Yours Faithfully
Worried Parent

If anyone had come across the "Ask the Doctor" section in the "Aarogyamasika" a health publication in the early 90s then this worried guy wud ve probably been my father.
Everything was happening late to me. It appeared that not only the tooth fairy , but all the archangels responsible for bringing forth the boon of adolescence had totally deserted me.
As a proof of the graveness of my most pathetic state I can reveal one of my deep dungeon secrets now (I dint know anything about s## until i passed my tenth. I guess some of my friends must ve practiced that art form by then)

So such a loser I was , still digging my nose while the biggies in the class discussed about girls and hot aunties until one fine day my dear friend paul MS unleashed his fury on my deciduous duo.

Paul MS was the most energetic guy at the same time the most pathetic student of the class. Teachers abhorred him, girls feared him, and i hated his skin, skin with red rashes and blisters emanating soapy liquid when he scratched them with his long nails.

Bestowed with a degree in his name since his birth he knew how i hated his spores and would casually douse his finger with the shit that he squirted from his blisters and would chase me around the class threatening to smear my face with the same (pretty awkward...i used to run... i cudve turned around and spat at him )

So one day we were on our routine run, Paul MS pointing all the 5 fingers at me. My mission motto as always it has been was to keep him away until the class teacher came in.

I had almost succeeded and was running towards "freedom from chalam" over the wooden desks when the sadist in PaulMS uprooted the desk.
My knee poked into my face and my primaries were gone. not one but both. shattered and rocketed in 2 different directions.
I could feel my breath passing freely through the newly created crater in my mouth.

The teacher came in , caned paul for causing the bloodbath, I guess the class leader also got one for failure of action.

Paul was assigned with the benign task of finding my lost teeth because the teacher believed that scattered teeth are dangerous.
Paul crawled beneath the benches,scuffled through the bags until one was found in one of the open pencil boxes. But the other was never found :(

Paul swore not to use his pus weaponry again while my happy father welcomed a soul with a hole in the evening.

Mohana Revered Krishnan

pst pst.. one more school teacher goes absconding after getting involved in
maarder of her student.

Thrashing was an innate part of school life. Iam not talking about the teacher's chums behind the heavy prisms who left their seats only for their shit/pee routines but about the less privileged groundlings of the classroom. This used be the coup de grace of the teachers when it came to punishing . the last resort for that incorrigible soul after a series of magnum torturas like facing the wall, standing on the desk,getting expelled from the class to wait in the corridor (This was stopped after the exclusives teamed up in the corridor and started playing cricket) .

Thrashing tactics varied from using the wooden/steel scale on the palm(the line of applcation varied in angles for the desired effect) to something called "parathi adi" where the teacher would position himself almost in the middle of a group of excited students and swing his cane blindly like a lone warrior in a battle field. which would be followed by scores of hissing sounds and sour butts.

Everyone in the class loathed this physical abuse. Mohanakrishnan too hated it until one fine morning when the whole class started smelling of shit. The guys started accusing each other of answering the nature's call in his knickers. The monitor spoke at the podium and requested the anonymous shitter to leave the class. Not one soul moved.

As the teacher moved in with avid smile which slowly pilfered to make way to a frown as she pointed "What the $#%$#% is that"

Large footprints of pure shit smeared the floor right from the door to her desk.

"Mohanakrishnan's appa was here"..the bully shouted.

Mohanakrishnan, the son who was to pay for his dad's mistake waited impatiently, evidently scared for the risen cane to land on him. One raised leg in a desperate attempt to ward off and Mohanakrishnan was down clinching his balls.

In a frantic attempt to sustain Mohanakrishnan's progeny he was rushed to the only male teacher in the school, the Vice Principal................................................

High School.

The vice principal is caning the defaulters in the school assembly

New Guy : What abominable thing? A mere look from him makes me nervous.
A placid Mohanakrishnan : Who ? that guy.... U know one thing ... he held my balls.
(Reverend)

Honey I crushed myself

Aah.. atleast now its revealed dat those hunk of a shoulder is not that protective
Dont ask me why i liked this video.
No i dont envy john... do u think so.

CORNERED

"May a thousand curses descent upon you and may you be reborn as govinda" should have been the words my friend whispered into my ear but i was too shocked at what was happening in front of my eyes to react to the situation.

What started as a mid day rabidity culminated into a nemesis when my really really sweet friend incorporated a really really sweet revenge upon me for spoiling his really really sweet sunday.

When i had frantically called marauder and dunds to watch the old man in Action i hadnt anticipated this in my wildest imaginations. All gathered up at the movies to find out that the old man has been sidelined for a day by the boy wizard due to an insurge from a huge fan following.

Well now according to the "If not the mistress at least the maid" policy we set out in search for the nearest theatre complex to make up for the loss. and landed up for this lifetime reverence.

Govinda making a comeback and that too romancing katrina kaif , excellent chemistry with salman muscle khan and a 2 star by rajeev masand (i have stopped watching his show) were the taglines.




My friend did not leave room for any second thoughts and purchased 3 tickets as soon as we set our foot into the complex.

All of us were smiling all this time. Well i wanted to show others that i havent made a total fool of myself by taking this decision and iam gonna thoroughly enjoy this and i presume they too wanted to convey the same thing.


We entered the groundling circle and the entry door had a strong stench of urine. I bet the ticket collector must be peeing regularly on the door to vent his anger for the theatre management.
Managed to get seated among a bunch of bihari migrant workers who smelled funny.

My friends were still smiling...

The supposed to be funny plot unveiled as the life of love guru aka salman who finds it quite easy with the opposite sex right from his birth and pursuing a job of love consultant.

Govinda is a loser (IIM A graduate with second class as he introduces himself)(All CAT aspirants note this)
who is madly in love with his boss (k kaif) consults salman to help him out.

We sat dumbstruck during the funny scenes , laughed our head out during the emotional scenes and slept during the song sequences and somehow made it through the three hour long shit bath.

The only remnants i have about it are

1. Salman's CBR
2. Govinda's boobs
3. Katrina kaif's thighs
4. All the extras in the party , office and mall scenes (people seldom notice them. take my word. they r real fun to watch)
5. The extremely salty LAYS we had
6.The Urine at the door

David Dhawan has managed to make his magnum tortura with this diarrhoeal adaptation of HITCH

Friends not smiling now... :)

PS:- My Friend, you are turning suicidal, u almost got us killed today.

Transforma-Aficionado

Michael Bay is back this time with some really gigantic stuff and the tremors that reckoned the arrival of the giants have materialized into some really solid threat to other contemporary releases at the box office this week.

Transformers marks the onscreen revival of the famous transformer series of toys from hasbro where they fly in to protect mankind from a more ruthless,more metallic decepticons.
megatron, barricade and blackout.Its fulltoo entrtainment guaranteed when optimus prime and bublebee fight it out against their arch rivals.

But ofcourse the juiciest part of the movie is .... yes the TRANSFORMATIONS as such
Its just an orgasmic feeling to watch that old rickety trucks and cars slowly transforming themselves into towering triple storey sized robots.(I envy the japaneese for this kinda stuff. they get to see it daily in all of their cartoons)

i remember watching the citreon c4 commercial in a loop mode just to satiate my hunger for mechanical contortions.



With the baddies hosting a series of fighter jets and choppers in their pedigree lists. this is going to be much finer and sophisticated.

The shapes on screen range from a lockheed F22 raptor(starscream) to an 18 wheeler(optimus pime). and a flurry of other roadies like mustang and pontiac.

Michael Bay had redefined the limits of his potential as an action movie maker with Bad Boys 2. The film was acclaimed for its action scenes and special effects. In here he seems to deliver the same kind of unshaky "count ur breaths baby" action extrvaganza.

And the sheer size of these these things adds to the sex appeal

All i can say is This is gonna be a gourmet luncheon for some ever hungry robo fans with a penchant for hefty action scenes.

Statutory Warning : Indian Call center employees may find some scenes like this one disturbing

Note: The movie has managed to rake in a record 67 million dollars in its first week of opening.
Sadly Indians have decided to go with more magical kind of stuff this week.

Sniffer

All these years he got paid for sniffing things out of other's butts.
Now he's gonna get it for sitting around and sniffing his own (or maybe his her's)

slap crap

slap Nose-tradamus

The news had nothing exceptional about it . But the central theme was worth mulling over.
Slap aka thamacha. The ultimate weapon that the Indian heroine uses against the lascivious villain when he tries to unleash a hamla on her sanctity.
The bolly flicks of the 60s featured slap as the weapon ultima. Most tense scenes culminated with a tight slap , from hero to heroineee, heroinee to villain, saasumaa to bahu or from villain dad to heroine daughter.
All of them took turns and slapped each other on the screens lavishly hither and tither while the audience watched them with bated breath followed by thunderous applause.
Of course the then villains althhough insane under the effect of daru had a huge sense of self respect and often came to conscience within one or two slaps from mala sinha or nutan. and then they would leave the place for the 'heroinee' to exhibit the lacrymation capabilities to the audience.

However as bolly stepped into the late 70 s and 80s. more dreaded villains emerged, shameless scums, who were capable of insanity without daru.
While yester year heroines who had been on the receiving side happily donned the older , mature saasu maa, and maa roles and started delivering a volley of slaps to the new comers irrespective of gender the madhuris and jayapradhas employed a very tactical shift in their approach.
dhakkas (pushing), laafa, chaakus and jhadoos (brooms) came in to assist slaps.
slowly they gained prominence and slaps started fading into the oblivion.

However some noted actors like prem chopra, gulshan grover and prathapachandran(one time omnipresent rapist in mallu movies) did help in their own way to preserve this rarified bolly culture by trying it on the heoines intermittently to subjugate them.
(technical flaw here. Why is it that the villains use ghoonsa(punches) against the heroes but only slaps against the heroines, actually punches are more effective than slaps, and its not illegal to punch a lady... hmmm need to ponder on this stuff)
This is from my own personal experience when one of my friends used a ghoonsa on my face(cheeks) instead of a slap in a friendly brawl.I felt a heavy metal ball rolling from my left lobe to my right lobe and then into my lungs through my medulla oblangata (Thanks to my biology tutor). That was the only time i had preferred someone had slapped me.

But however lately a slap renaissance seems to be in vogue.Some movies like Munnabhai featured the desi laafa as a counter force to videshi martial arts. (Remember the scene in which Sanju baba introduces himself as laafa champion!!!!)

Its time up for the day. Iam left with a hoard of slapper stuff. Slap enthusiasts may watchout for another post

Jab tak rahega laafe mein dum
Tab take rahega jhandu balm.


adieu ...alvida....sayonara.

Rhetoric

When we listen to taciturns and their golden phrases we feel either those words are really pithy or they are utter nonsense , used to veil the sheer ignorance of the speaker

When the Prez exclaims "Fantastic Fantsatic Fantastic"
to all the questions thrown at him, it pains a lot to see him as one in the second category
Later when asked about having a Women candidate for the presidential Race .. the same words rolled out.

if u listen carefully , those words are fragile , very fragile and with a slight knock can be crumbled into pieces.

Maybe People's Prez Kalam is the best Scientist we have got, maybe he is a good human,his astronomical calcs never erred, but in poliitics he has erred, else the events wouldnt have taken such an ugly turn

Kingmaker's Lady Fighter

and then

Veteran Tantri the Manthri in waiting

Now the third front was very busy managing dinakaran, jaya, kumarasamy, birthday celebrations etc etc that they were unaware of these developements at the centre.
and when they came to know it was too late to look for a new candidate, What to do? Obviously .... pull the scientist in.

Iam cross with everyone :(

and ofcourse some comedy numbers from the extras in the scene

KarunVP

and then comes the twist

Tantri turns modest

Meanwhile aam janta still hopeful the peoples prez wont fit as a pawn in the political vendetta

Third Front ka baaja baja

But when the leaders met the prez

Dekh ab kiska baja

It's cinematic isn't it???

I wonder what more surprises they have in the prez poll package!!!

PS: Hot News

CIA had tried to topple the first communist govt in Kerala by funding congress rallies:)
(I didn't say that... CNN IBN did)

Desi Bushism

UPA presidential candidate Pratibha Patil unleashing a controversy!!!

Lady Bush

making blatant statements based on unreliable facts or is it giving the aam janta a glimpse of bushism in desi flavour?
I hope this is'nt just the beginning!!!

Anticipatory Bail : No gender Bias here

Appeasing Thyself???

Not everyday does an Indian get to see something like this nowadays .
No Reservations For Us Pls
Amidst the daily rumblings and catfight between minorities and minority of minorities for quota, reservation,special rights... and a plethora of other goodies...this news comes as a cool breeze.
Whatever may be the reason for the rejection and overlooking the fact that they can later demand for reservation but with a change in the policy this leaves me musing..
Minority appeasement or self appeasement?

Being Sisyphus

My thought process often demand answers for insane queries but when asked,
"When did you last feel like a complete idiot?",I was astonished to find that it was on Friday the 4th of May 16:45 pm
and more astonishingly this was precisely the time that i thought that i had done a worthwhile job.Do all the professionals feel the same way? If so .. is it good or bad?Whatever may be the outcome, Sisyphusism has tightened its grip on a pretty good number of people today.
"Futile Work", the most dreaded kind of punishment that can be awarded to any one.
This was obviously the factor considered when sisyphus was condemned by the gods to roll the stone up,to the top of the cliff and then watch it roll down into the unfathomable deeps of the valley when he very badly wanted it to be at the top.
His posture, chin pressed against the coarse surface of the rock, soiled skin and bruised legs.Crinkly face and sweaty body is the characterisation of the effort that he has to take to attain his goal. As he climbs up, he is blinded by his goal,his urge to take the boulder to the top, ofcourse driven by the hope of surmounting the days of toil.He thinks of nothing else thus getting rid of his conscience like a goal oriented machine.
And as soon as he is about to make it, he has to watch his effort disappearing into the darks of the deep in a series of tumblings.He would initially feel very depressed and then maybe he would go blank unable to stand the gravity of the loss.
But what about the Sisyphus descending the cliff to get back to the boulder? Ofcourse he would be feeling like a complete idiot but.....
He is humane now. He is thinking about himself, his work and contemplating on his future.His skin starts to burn, His bruises sting and his feet start to ache.....He regains his conscience. albeit he would loose it summing up his pseudo goal again.
But,next time when you feel like a complete idiot, be proud of the fact that u have preserved a rarified virtue.

Radicalism- What Good?

What good is a protocol that smothers you in a barbed cage when a carnival goes around it.
This is no anticipatory bail that i am taking by referring to a beautiful religion as a protocol, but i would rather prefer to stick to this convention because even slight vulnerabilities can prove to be an achilles' heel.
Although our senses have gone numb to the instances of religious extremism that frequent the media today, i couldn't help contemplating on this one.
"Iranian president mahmoud ahmadinejad facing the scorn of religious leaders and people of Iran for hugging and kissing his seventy year old elementary school teacher!!!"
I had been trying hard to attenuate the bitterness induced by the news of a fatwa issued against the pakistan tourism minister nilofar bhaktiar for hugging her fellow paratrooper after a successful jump that this one strikes.
Don't these protocols distinguish promiscuity from maternity?
The old lady was so overwhelmed on meeting her student that she had offered him a hug and to decline that, for the president would be an incongruous act and we expect the same from an infallible leader like Mr.Ahamadinejad for his devil may care attitude and determination.
If he has chosen to defy the protocols, then that is for a humane cause, to give an aging lady the love she asked for, unfortunately that had to be in a public place.
What good is a protocol which treats women as repulsive objects and crafts a proponent , a plastic keyed toy with an aluminium spring which when keyed and let go, barge straight onto that wall , goes bang bang bang .... and fall down dead.