Thursday, November 26, 2009

An year after 26/11

26/11 is not just a reflection of Mumbai's spirit; it’s also a day to stand united against the insiders and outsiders who sell our motherland.

Endless TV debates and protests rallies culminated in nothing.

What we all thought would be the start of a new era isn’t a start yet.

We watch our political leadership sling mud on each other, while enjoying Z category protection for himself and Y category for his relatives.

The tax payer’s money which should give him better security ends up being used in providing cover these - burden on mother earth – leaders.

The common man on the street even today is a sitting duck for any one to come and shoot at.

The leaders are more bothered on who speaks and doesn’t speak Marathi. He is worried on who shouts Jai Ram and who shouts Ya Ali.

They spend 2600 crore to build their own statues, an act worthy of the dictators who flourished eating up the poor mans crop.

They fight like stray dogs inside the temple of democary, our parliament, which has transformed into a millionaires club today. Their asset worthiness grows into multiple fonts after each election..


The police men who guard the Taj hotel in Mumbai, don’t have a shelter to live in. They have made the Gateway of India into a makeshift shelter. Shame on us ???

The soldier in the border still puts his life on line 24 X 7 to guard us from our “friendly” neighbors. Our leadership still can’t decide if there is infiltration in the border or not. The parties fight to claim their stance.

The NSG commandos protect the 90 year old dads of Indian politicians, as if he is the greatest Indian treasure, whom the world is behind to kill.

Are we bothered? We should be…

But luckily for these Leaders or Dealers, we are not bothered. Our reaction ends up in an online platform or a TV debate. Unluckily for our motherland, she still gets sold in the market .

I salute the brave Indian soldier and wish our leaders never become dealers again... Jai Hind.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Ammu's First Written Poem

Ammu wrote a Poem today ... Publishing it as it is ..

Do ignore Gramatics ... Poets freedom :)

The Sun is Shining

I saw the Moon

It was very beautiful

Then I like it

Then I went to the space

Then I saw the Alien

I scared and run

Then the Alien catch me

Then I went to the Aliens home

Saturday, September 19, 2009

So Far, Yet so Near

I feel you so near,

I know you are here.

We may be away and apart,

I know you are my part.

Your Breath is that warm,

I know you are in my arm.

Your heart beats in my ear,

I know the day is near.

Close my eyes and i reach you,

I know its nothing but true.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Awesome Poems: Courtesy Bangalore post




And The Winners are:

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,

Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

I thought that I could love no other --
that is until I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go to hell”

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts tequila, one part lime

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Love is no more a criminal offence - Thanks to Delhi High Court

In a historic judgement, the Delhi High Court on Thursday decriminalized homosexuality by striking down section 377 of the Indian Penal Code. The Section 377 of the IPC as far as it criminalizes gay sex among consenting adults is violation of fundamental rights, said the high court.

This would have far reaching results. Finally we are starting to accept the fact that there is something called as individual freedom. I’m sure religious leaders would come all out to protest against this verdict. The legal battle will continue. But I’m happy for the fact that the court has finally decided to scrap a 150 year old law written by the British. This law puts Homosexuality at par with Sex with animals. It says homosexuality is Unnatural.

I heard few debates where the representatives of the church, the mosque and the temples where debating on why should homosexuals be treated as out-castes. They say it’s a deranged mind that’s in action. I felt these religious leaders are the one with deranged minds. They are the ones who need immediate psychiatric attention.

Most religious texts propagate reproduction and carrying forward life as man’s most important task. How do you explain unmarried priests and nuns? Is it not a sinful act then? Isn’t it against their god and against religion? They claim Quran permits polygamy for men. How religious is it to enjoy four women and then sit and dissect the sexual preferences of Gays?

How does one justify the lack of back bones in our politicians, who want to consult these very religious leaders before taking a decision on Section 377?

I’m for once happy that Judiciary is the saving grace in a land where blindfolded politicians and religious leaders live in the pre British era.

rain rain....

The person who sung Rain Rain go away, should have been the most unromantic person in the whole blue world

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I miss You

Its Tough for me

not to Miss you...

Cos when I dont miss you

Im not me, I miss myself

Monday, June 29, 2009

Rain is fun ...

It rained in Bangalore yesterday also.
Ammu was playing with her friends, when the rains started. They had to take a shelter in the corridors. I know how much she likes the rains. When we were in Cochin, she would insist on walking in the rains with her rain coat. She would not come back in.

I was enjoying the rain. Ammu was shouting at me to come into the corridor. I told her to come out instead. She probably was confused and hence she hesitated. Then she ran towards me, and we walked in the drizzle. The rest of the kids stood in the shade.

As we reached the gate, we saw pools of water that was accumulating. I was telling ammu, how much fun we used to have as kids, playing in the rains. I don’t remember getting a cough or a cold then. May be the rains were not polluted then, and we were not eating much of contaminated food either...Anyways, as the rain intensified, we took shelter. It was a small sun shade , that we were standing under, and both of us were getting splashed with the rain. I felt good being a kid myself.

As the rain seized, the kids slowly came out so did we. I could see what Ammu was eyeing…the small pools of water in the tar way. It just needed a nod from me, and out in a flash she went. Before the other kids realized what happened, Ammu was jumping in and out of the water pools. The other kids again seem confused and were looking at me. I smiled, as if to say, Do it at your risk. Next thing I see was, the entire battalion jumping up and down, splashing water. All of them were getting soaked, but who cares.

As we walked back, still splashing water with our feet, almost drenched but laughing our hearts out, I wondered how many parents would come searching for me to ask How dare I made their kids play in the rain and now they are sick.

As i was boarding ammu to her school bus today morning, her friend asked." uncle, will it rain today”???

Friday, June 26, 2009

Michael Jackson - We Will Miss You

The first memories of MJ is of the Jackson 5. I remember having seen it in one of the late night shows of Doordarsan.

I remember sitting jaw dropped watching his moon walk.

Micheal Jackson, then came in picture as my first information of Plastic Surgery. Even now when i hear the term, MJ's face comes as a recall.

Controversial as he could be, wheather it being abused by his father as a child, His memories shared with Oprah, His facelift surgeries, His mansion, His debts, His sexuality, His relationships, His shopping trips with face covers,His child abuse allegations, His dangling of his child over the balcony and the latest conversion to Islam...I dont think any man can be this controversial and still be an ICON to a generation.

Im not a hard core MJ fan, who would have his room filled with MJ posters. But my generation carried him in our hearts as the King of POP.

The Guinness World Record for the "Most Successful Entertainer of All Time" proves what he was.

I believe, he was an entertainer and his personal life or his looks had nothing to do with what he did to entertain us. He lived his life the way he wanted it to be.

Many accredit his haywire living to the abuses he suffered as a child, no justifications, as controversies kept following him...or may be he was attracting them.

To me MJ is an icon...I loved his music...He entertained me...

Micheal, You were BAD, You were a thriller, and you healed the world.

We miss you...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Wilma Rudolph- An inspiration

One night Ammu wanted a bed time story, and i cudnt recollect any, so shared Wilma rudolph's story with her...When i used to take trainings for school kids, this was one story i used to tell them...
She has got hooked to her since ...

Its not just about a Black kid making it big...To me its about the struggles of an underprivileged mother, 21 other siblings, and the sheer will power of a small girl..

This is Wilma's story
Wilma Rudolph was born into a large family -- she was the 20th of 22 children! Her parents, Ed and Blanche Rudolph, were honest, hardworking people, but were very poor. Mr. Rudolph worked as a railroad porter and handyman. Mrs. Rudolph did cooking, laundry and housecleaning for wealthy white families.

Wilma was born prematurely and weighed only 4.5 pounds. Again, because of racial segregation, she and her mother were not permitted to be cared for at the local hospital. It was for whites only. There was only one black doctor in Clarksville, and the Rudolph's budget was tight, so Wilma's mother spent the next several years nursing Wilma through one illness after another: measles, mumps, scarlet fever, chicken pox and double pneumonia. But, she had to be taken to the doctor when it was discovered that her left leg and foot were becoming weak and deformed. She was told she had polio, a crippling disease that had no cure. The doctor told Mrs. Rudolph that Wilma would never walk. But Mrs. Rudolph would not give up on Wilma. She found out that she could be treated at Meharry Hospital, the black medical college of Fisk University in Nashville. Even though it was 50 miles away, Wilma's mother took her there twice a week for two years, until she was able to walk with the aid of a metal leg brace. Then the doctors taught Mrs. Rudolph how to do the physical therapy exercises at home. All of her brothers and sisters helped too, and they did everything to encourage her to be strong and work hard at getting well. Finally, by age 12, she could walk normally, without the crutches, brace, or corrective shoes. It was then that she decided to become an athlete.

On September 7th, 1960, in Rome, Wilma became the first American woman to win 3 gold medals in the Olympics. She won the 100-meter dash, the 200-meter dash, and ran the anchor on the 400-meter relay team.

Thank you Wilma, for being so inspirational...

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Want to sit on the beach….

Look at the sea…

Hear the waves….

Feel the breeze…

And feel at bliss, cos I share it all with you….

The love of my life

As the wind brushes us,

As the wave pamper us,

Let me hug you tight,

As if to say, I'm holding my life.

As I write your name on the sand,

As I challenge the waves to run over it,

I'm scared if the wave would reach it…

Cos I cant stand to see that..

As we walk down the beach,

As the sun calls it a day,

I whisper in your ear,

Let this be a new start..

The dad in me ...

Wanna hold u as u walk..

Wanna guide u when u r lost..

Wanna cuddle u when u sleep..

Wanna smile when u laugh..

Wanna grab u when u fall..

Wanna pamper u when u r sad..

Wanna kiss u when u expect..

Wanna watch u when u grow..

Wanna be proud when u win..

Wanna shoulder u when u lose..

Wanna be the best dad, the proudest one ever...

Friday, May 22, 2009

Summer Rains

Today is one of those days, when i just wanna lie inside a blanket , all cuddled up ..

The weather is awesome in Bangalore. Summer rains lashing the city . Lighting and thunder at night ..

To add to the fun, the early morning dew has come back to the city, thanks to the rains

It’s a pleasure to sit in the balcony sipping a hot coffee and eating some hot hot onion pakodas, as the drizzle hits you ever so play fully. You don’t get soaked, but you feel the rain.

How much I hated rains, during my school. So does ammu. She cant play in the rains. But like me, she loves to walk in the rain with an umbrella. Loves to get drenched, come back home and boast about her venturing out ..

The best part of this rain is the post lunch nap. Windows open, heavy down pour, and inside the blanket I go.

I'm in love with rains ….again.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Mothers day

Why mother is so special ?

When I came home in the rain,

Brother asked why didn't you take an umbrella.

Sister advised, why didn't you wait till rain stopped.

Father angrily warned, only after getting cold, you will realize.

But Mother, while drying my hair, said, stupid rain! Couldn't it wait, till my child came home?

That's MOM

( thanks Anil Nar for this message )

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Torture in the name of GOD ..shame on us ...

2 elephants in punathur kotta went on rampage yday, and tried to kill their mahots..

One i remember seeing when i went there, named madhavankutty. He was in chains for the last 8 months cos of "madapadu", was unchained yday...

toture is an understatement ...

64 elephants live they are building sheds for each elephant, they say that will take care of their issues..

Its our sadistic attitude and not our beliefs that make us do it...

Gods need not be paraded on elephants...Then why the poor creature has to be tortured..

Question remains, what did these poor animals do to deserve this
If circuses cannot have elephants, how can temples be allowed to torture them ????

Monday, April 20, 2009

Time flies ...But why ?

1998 , april 19th.. A 23 yr old guy got married to his love for last 3 yrs, a 22 yr old girl..

When their groupmates were still studying, they were busy settling their life.

Its been 11 yrs now.. So much has changed. Still few of their batchmates are studying..

These two have two offsprings now, and life hasnt been the same.

Time flies, people keep saying that ...

Does it have to change so much ? May be it does ...But what if it was still ???

What if i could go back and present her a hero pen under the clock tower in botany dept ?

What if i could travel again with friends to patambi for the arts festival and then to Neeleswaram and stay in a palatial house with all those well wisher frends , thinking only of her ?

How about a train journey back from Neeleswaram singing songs, and me dying to sit next to her ?

Or even the afternoon walk at Subash chandra bose park in Cochin and then a Nooddles at Volga ?

Call me nostaligic... But I want to live back in time, which doesnt fly ...

A mad flight leaving behind the simple happiness of life , for the luxuries that lay somewhere hidden ?

How much I wish , time didnt fly

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Addicted to Mango

I'm addicted to mango. I'm a mango freak.

Last year when I had a minor surgery and the doc was advising me of what to eat, he said, Mangoes are best for you … What else I needed, the whole of last year, it was mangoes, all shapes and sizes. Raw ones, semi ripe ones and fully ripe ones, I ate them all day every day.

They say, the taste diminishes as you eat them more. With me and mangoes, it has never happened.

I remember the mango tree back home in Palakkad. It flowers only alternate years. And when it does, its one sight you won’t want to miss. I would get my share of those mangoes where ever I am. My dad somehow ensures that. He would get someone to pluck all of them safely, pack them in boxes filled with hay, ripen them and sends them to us. He has even couriered them to my uncles and aunts in Mumbai and Goa. They taste so yummy. You won’t want to even try them when they are raw. They are good only for pickle. But when they are ripe, they are the tastiest mangoes I have ever eaten.

In Bangalore, I do not have many choices. I wander around super markets to pick good ones. The risk of paying a bombshell and then getting a bad mango is very much real.

Best part of Bangalore is what they call the Mango Lassi. I even forget sugar cane juice, which otherwise is my lifeline when outside on the roads. This season it’s all mango Lassi.

I probably have too much of them, but I'm not a health freak. I am just a mango freak.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Its mango time .

When I was a year old, my parents left me at the care of my maternal grand parents.

They would visit me every weekend, and spend the two days there. I do not remember this, but has been an occasional discussion on how I loved my grand dad.

As I entered school, my visits became rare, but I would still insist I go to them.

I remember, more than the 1 hour trip, I loved the few hours I would get to play there. Every day was of exploration. The two huge mango trees, the discarded cattle shed, the out house room which was full of surprises. My grand dad, had worked in rest while Malaysia for long, and had brought with him, quite a lot of memorabilia. Going through them every day was also fun.

There were 2 huge mango trees on either side of the front court yard. One on the right side was my favorite. I could climb it and there was a branch where I could sit like in a swing. There was an ixora plant ( thechi poovu) next to this tree, and I could pluck the flowers and drink the nectar sitting up above. The tree would be full of mangoes during our summer holidays. I could sit there and decide which one to eat then, for tomorrow and day after. There was always a fear of losing my reserved mango to a squirrel or the kid walking in the road. So except while sleeping, I always had an eye on them.

I would climb the tree with a paste made of red chili powder, some salt and coconut oil. A knife was a luxury, if I could smuggle one out of grand mom’s reach. Nothing beats plucking a mango right from the tree, dipping in this paste and eating it right there. The seed would be buried with a hope that a sapling would grow there. The success of plucking the one I reserved for the day was much sweeter than the “fiddly successes you get in your complicated matured life “.

When I walk through the super markets today and buy the same mango at ridiculous prices, and then tempting my kid to have one, I miss those mango trees. I feel even sad that my kids don’t have the luxury of stealing a mango from a squirrel and eating it sitting on top of the mango tree.

I have a Twin

I have a twin .

We were born on the same day, years apart, miles apart.

Eversince we knew each others existance,we have'nt existed seperately.

A friendship has its limitations, we share something much beyond that.

My twin has the key, which can open me up.

My twim knows, when to interfere, when to distance,when i need my space and when i need support.

We are each others shoulder. Though I play the head most of the times.

Its a unique relation, i cant explain the boundaries of...

All i wish is you mean a world to me :) ,

My twin , you are my best gift .

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Feminism and reservations :

Inspired my good friends blog …

Congress in its election manifesto, promises job reservations for women. They promise one third of all central government jobs for women.

A bill for 33% reservations for women in elections is still dilly dallying in both houses of parliament.

But the actual fact is in the 2004 general elections, only 45 women were elected to the 543-strong Lok Sabha

Now I'm a strong opponent of any kind of reservations. Be it a seat in the bus or a seat in lok sabha.

Will reserving jobs for women or seats for elections, solve their problems?

Studies say, over 10 million female fetuses have been aborted in the last 2 decades in India. Every other day we come across cases of hospitals dumping female foetus. It happens in the open. Why don’t these parties, declare in their manifesto, that capital punishment would be given to all parties involved in a female foeticide ?

As high as 42% girls drop out from school at primary level. Every manifesto mentions these figures. In last two decades of modern India, nothing has changed. Girls still drop out.

We as a political system fail to address the root cause. Why because, foetus do not vote, neither do the primary school girl who drops out to be a house maid.

We have the so called feminist groups and womens rights group advocating day and night for equality and women power. With half of India being women, why don’t they propogate for a women candidate in every constituency and campaign for them. Men don’t stand a chance. But for that, they need to leave the delicacy of 5star cuisines, TV talk shows and Page3 status.

Sarojini Naidu had said – “Why do you want to make women realize that they are not at par with men? Why reservation for them when they can do equally well or even better than men in many spheres of life? Why this discrimination of reservation against women, yes discrimination. Let them gain confidence and allow them to be proud of their achievements. Let them feel that what they are today is only because they deserved it and not because they were given any special treatment or they enjoyed any special privileges.”

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Double standards by media and cops ???

We are coming across Police busting parties often, in bangalore and in mumbai.
The media end up celebrating this as if the cops have managed to bust a terror cell who would have blasted a nuclear bomb here.

The "culprits" are paraded in front of herds of mediamen, and their hungry lenses capture these people to be shown to a national audience. The so called rave party busted in bangalore, and the party in Mumbai were televised like national events.

This when, the poice provides masks for culprits in rape/murder and even terrorists .

It irritates to see young college students paraded in front of TV sleuths as if they were culprits, at the same time covering up faces of terrorists...

What rule is this ???

The guilty should be punished... My point is on the media exposure being given to such cases.

Most of them were treated by police and media like convicts, and were being paraded..

Where as they police themselves issued face masks to dreaded terrorists even when they were taken after being convicted.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

NOSTALGIA - what we were and what u miss

Got it as a forward ,but made me nostalgic..Sharing here...

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's? We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…

Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours… No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops… Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air… No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…

We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How? No one knows…

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swig from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ...

BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…

We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…

We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days… We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..

Most of all, we learned to respect others…

Are YOU from that generation??

Else sorry , you missed it...

Friday, March 20, 2009

Why not death for Rapists?

Josef Fritzl, raped his daugher 3000 times, after confining her to a bunker for 24 years. She had 7 childern from him, one on who he killed . He confessed to his crimes, and says he feels sorry !!!He gets life behind prison !!!Why wasnt his head chopped off ???

Yesterday a 55 year old man was arrested for alledgedly raping his daughters. His lawyer says on national TV, that the daughters are lying.He questions, how can such a thing happen for 2/3 years with no one knowing ? Matter is subjudice, let the law decide. Worry is when ???

Another case in Shimla, teachers rape their students and are arrested. Medical examinations prove the rape.

2 and 3 year old girls get raped by maniacs whislt they are sleeping and get thrown into the gutter. Media covers it for a day, and they forget this. The poor girl sadly was not story material.

An excerpt from Times, which I read few months back, where the court asked the rapist, why he shouldnt be given death sentence?

Resorting to an unprecedented interpretation of criminal law to ensure "true justice" in the rape-murder of a six-year-old girl, whose body too was subjected to conscience-jolting treatment, the Punjab and Haryana High Court on Tuesday asked a man, convicted for life for the heinous crime, why his life sentence should not be enhanced to death. The post-mortem of six-year-old girl, who was raped and murdered by Ibrahimin 2001, revealed that a 10 cm-long piece of sugarcane was found thrust through her vagina into the lower abdominal cavity.

Child abuse being treated like another petty crime is a shame on our rich tradition and culture . The same culture which is quoted for everything necessary and irrelevant . But when it comes to such a dastardly crime, our law makers take the cover of giving him a chance to repent, or may be his is a maniac, so treat him and what not.

Why should he be spared??

Would we still argue, capital punishment is cruel ??

Would we still say, he is mentally not sound and should be treated and brought back to society??

Why shouldnt the parents of that 6 yr old girl be allowed to shove a sugar cane piece up his *** and leave him to bleed to death ?

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Our Birthday !!!

Me and ammu are seperated by a day .. Im born on March 16th, and she on March 15th.

I have hardly celebrated my birthday as a child, except for the privilege of going to school in color dress and distributing chocolates to neighbors. And college life gave me the luxury of waiting for birthday cards, and mine-o-mine , what a wait that was... The sight of the post man would send chills down me. Reading through those cards were like having recieved a billion dollar treasure.

Much has changed. Started being part of Ammus birthday celebrations ever since she was born. Last year we celebrated our birthday in an old age home. This year I wanted it to be in an orphanage. I had my doubts on how the kids may take it. They live a life of bare necessities, and would they be able to accept a child of their age coming in and celebrating her birthday? We decided to go ahead with it, by making it a party mode for the kids.

We had a cake cutting, lunch and then gifts for the kids. They were given enough balloons to blow and burst, which seemed to be the best fun they had. Ammu also seemed to be in her wits with the kids, mingling well with them, posing for snaps and bringing out smiles.

My birthday is shared with some very special friends. Whoever that said online gives you fake relations, was an idiot. Come and see my friends. My twins ...born on the same day and who care to share for each other ..The levels of which cannot be interpreted.

I was away from my dear one on my birthday, that guilt still pricks. Had plans for having a great day in bangalore. I had over 100 wishes on my orkut scrap book. A good number additional in FB . A very sizable number in my mobile. What more does a hungry for care person need ? I was so happy .. The icing on the cake was that we got the best vendor award from TATA tele in kerala.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Why cant we party ????

Bangalore works 24 hours..

We earn the most foreign money for India..

We are the IT capital ..

Why does banglore gets a differential treatment when it gets to unwinding ???Its not even about partying...

Hyd is open till 1 am.. Mumbai goes till 1.30 - 2.00 am..

The cops dont throw you out ..Travel across the globe and u see night life starting at 12 mid night..

In bangalore, we get thrown out at 11.30 and then they treat u as if u were some anti social elements..I have had my share of such experiences, where cops havent let guests finish their food, and forcefully made them leave, using abusive language ..

Bangaloreans are much better in terms of civic responsibilties and our records on crime and hooliganism are much much low compared to most Indian cities..still..!!!

Now on Sunday morn party was busted and 110 people taken in to custody and paraded in front of TV cameras as if they were terrorists from across the border.The allegations against them,

a)Its a Rave party - crime and judgement before the medical tests came out, not to mention no drugs were discovered at the venue

b)Thinly clad girls - Since when did short skirts and nodle straps become a crime ?

c)Obsene dance - Is there a secetion to punish someone dancing ? Then all doing salsa and jive on TV should be behind bars.

d) Loud noise- To borrow words from a friend in a social forum "How about the neighbourhood orchestras that are organised by the local rowdies with the bahana of Ganesh chaturti that doesnt disturb you ? Even with those C grade artists who will sing for 200 bucks and who sounds like he just got mothered by his wife and vice versa ?And jobless neighbours who burst crackers when the great 11 men in blue win a match over war torn Sri Lanka doesnt disturb you ? "

What wrong have bangaloreans done to deserve such a bad treatment ??

Friday, March 6, 2009

Possessiveness ... Good/bad/ugly ?

How possessive can one get ???
Started writing on this and i got stuck...

have not been a person, who is too possesive..

But at times, i have noticed that part in me, which turns and twists from being possessive to protective and then defensive/offensive..

Is being possessive good ??

Is it an invasion into the other persons privacy?

Is protectiveness good/bad?

Should we be possessive at all ?

Will await some thoughts ...

Cheers to Vijay Mallya

I'm so happy that Vijay Mallya bought the Gandhi souvenirs and is bringing them back to India. At a whopping $ 1.8 million or Rs 9 crore, he didn’t hesitate to buy back what deserves to be in India.

Still amuses me why did the government not interfere in Gandhi’s heritage being sold like Madonna’s wardrobe under the hammer??

Isn’t something that belongs to the Father of the Nation not prestigious to us ,that it was left to be sold by a James Otis in New York?

I had a strange feeling that an Indian business tycoon would step in to save the day .We after all have 3 Indians in the top 5 or 6 in the Forbes list of richest people. No one seemed to have paid interest, but for few rich American desis like Sant Singh Chatwal. Vijay Mallya deserves the credit for stepping in at the right time.

Though it’s a matter of Irony, how much different Vijay Mallya is from Gandhi and his schools of thoughts.

Where as Mallya lives out on a life of sheer luxury, a play boy image, calendar shoots, designer wears, and what not …and Gandhi’s life in itself an example on how simple one can be.

More ironic that Mallya made his fortunes selling liquor and Gandhi stood for its abolition.

Would Gandhi be happy to know that his memorabilia is being brought back by paying dollars from a liquor tycoon’s chest?

No guesses…

But Cheers, Mr. Mallya.