Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Almost single - book review


When you want to pass time on a train or on a long flight, or you wish to hole yourself up for a private sunday, then there is no better way than reading a chicklit book. Last month when I was browsing the shelves of Crossword in Bangalore, I came across this book called Almost Single by a first-time authoress Advaita Kala.
The book cover said something like this "

My name is Aisha Bhatia, I am twenty-nine years old and single. I work as a Guest Relations Manager at the Grand Orchid Hotel. I dine at luxury hotels and stay in five-stars during my travels; I can name old and new world wines with great élan, and can tell my cheeses apart.I tolerate my job, hate my boss, and bond big-time with my friends, while routinely suffering from umbilical cord whiplash. I don’t really care for my vital stats at the moment, and I don’t have a cute/funny nickname either. Hence this introduction: it stinks, but it sticks. In fact, sometimes I think there should be support groups like the AA out there for people like me…’

Wickedly irreverent and laugh-aloud funny, Almost Single is a delightful romp through the five-star world of champagne brunches, gay soirées, and the dilemmas of hip, young girls on the lookout for love and matrimony."
This definitely attracted my attention, and I bought it just on a whim (which I rarely do!!) for Rs. 195. The investment was definitely worth it. The book is mainly about this girl Aisha, who is constantly confused about where her life is going. (Who isn't anyways!!) She is under pressure from her mother to find a suitable boy and get married, because the Mama thinks she is almost over the hill. Her boss always breathes down her neck to make sure she is on her toes all the time at work. She has two friends Misha and Anushka, and all three make up quite a gang who act not only as confidantes to each other but also as Stress relievers for one another. Misha is always on a lookout for a NRI guy to get married to, and settle down in a life of comforts and bliss. But life is not easy on her, she always runs into trouble mostly because of her miscalculations. And Anushka, who has tried marriage and failed at it when she found her beloved husband was cheating on her, tries to find peace with herself by trying weird things. To add to the comedy part, there are tales about their friends who are gays who make no bones about their status. Plus the moms add to the drollery of the story, exhibiting typical Indian mommy concerns and attitudes towards marriage and lives of these girls!!
When its a chicklit novel, there has to be a hero who has dropped right from the sets of Hollywood who has everything right.. Right from the his profession to vital stats!! So there is this another Mills and Boons-character called Karan, who has everything going for him except the girl he wants.
The deep humor, the weird twists in everyone's lives, the silly mistakes of the girls, the tippling and the smoking habits of today's generation women - all make a good read on your beanbag with a pack of nachos! There are a lot of parts in it, where every woman would feel she identifies with this. This familiarity quotient definitely would keep one's nose buried into it till the last page.
Advaita Kala, the authoress of the book, has come out with a book where I again see the bollywood flavor in it. I would definitely recommend Sushmita Sen for Aisha, Ameesha Patel for Misha and Vidya Balan for Anushka,and for Karan, it definitely has to be Salman Khan. I am sure Ritesh Deshmukh and Zayed Khan can also try for the cameo roles :D

Friday, June 20, 2008

The 3 mistakes of my life - book review


Chetan Bhagat seems to be looking for an alternate career by coming up with stories for Bollywood. With his first two novels turning into national bestsellers, and now being produced as bollywood movies with leading actors, his third novel is also designed on similar lines.
The story starts off with the main character - Govind, who is very keen on setting up a business as he thinks that its only a businessman who is respected in Gujarat. The story revolves around his two friends - Ish and Omi with whom he has spent his childhood, and he ropes them in to be his partners in his new business setup. Ish has a passion for cricket, and always dreamt for getting into the national team of India. Omi comes from a family of priests, and to escape becoming another priest in the family, he is ready to do anything with his friends. Together they venture into a business and set up a small cricket shop. Govind has bright ideas of turning this business big, but life is never straight and easy. So the story is about how he fights the odds of life. The story is also about a young child Ali, in whom Ish sees a gift and considers him to be a national treasure who can make into the national Cricket team. The story is also about Omi and his religious maama who wants these young lads to participate in Hindutva processions and politics. And when there is a bollywood story churning up, romance, love and sex cannot stay faraway. So the story is also about Govind's and Vidya's courtship also.
This is a potboiler which has something of everything that India likes - there is politics, religion, love, drama and friendship. It has Gujarat earthquake and Godhra train incident also deep in it.
The story begins very slowly, gains pace halfway and ends in the typical, predictable bollywood style of fighting and sacrificing for the other. Chetan Bhagat should be given credit to the way he has showcased the riots of Gujarat, and some emotions that he has tried to stir. But I am sad to notice that his style of writing has become very ordinary, when compared to his previous two books.
It makes a good read when you are traveling or want to do some time pass on a sunday when there is nothing better to do.
And I have already thought of characters for this bollywood movie: Govind - Ajay Devgan, Ish - Saif Ali Khan, Omi - Akshay Kumar, Vidya - Kareena Kapoor (obviously), Maama - Anil Kapoor & Ali - Shreyas Talpade :-)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Conversations on yahoo messenger..

Here is a conversation that happened between me and some loser who was pinging me on yahoo messenger, way back when I was in 3rd year engineering. I this conversation is funny, so am posting it here... And I have no clue who this loser is.

psst..I've changed his actual messenger name to loser, because what if he turns out to be someone you know.


ME : hey
ME : i usually dont add ppl whoom i dont knw
ME : so sorry
Loser : oh.. its ok
Loser : so wr r u working?
ME : am not working
Loser : ok.. then studying?
ME : even am not too sure
Loser: then r u doing anything?
ME : nopes...
ME : not doing anything at all
ME :
Loser : dats gr8.. i wish i could do the same
ME : hmm..
Loser : dont u get bored then?
Loser : or r u married?
Loser : but u say u r single on orkut?
ME : i am single
ME : have i said that]
ME : u havent read properly..
Loser : oh .. ya u havent said dat
Loser : but u r only 20 n very cute
Loser :
ME :
Loser : i dont think u r married
Loser :
ME : hmmm...think
Loser : cant?
Loser : engaged withy some1?
ME : nope...as far as i remmember
Loser : ok
Loser : u interested in dating?
Loser :
ME : whom is the question!!!
Loser : for u ofcourse ...
ME : whom shud i date??
Loser : me ?????
Loser : wat happ?
Loser : i m in bangalore only..
Loser : working in a software company
ME : oh cool
ME : if i have to date u
ME : there is one small problem
Loser : and wats dat?
ME : i have to take permission
Loser : from?
Loser : from whoim?
Loser : whom?
ME : from my boyfriend....da
Loser : oh... dont do dat
Loser : we can date in secret
ME : well well...usually i dont lie to him
ME : so it wont be fair on my part
Loser : but u cant say the same abt him ?
ME : i can
ME : i can vouch for him also
Loser : ok..,
Loser : so u not interested ?
ME : well interpret it howevre
ME : u want
ME : newayz me gotta go
ME : my BF is waiting for me
ME : bye
Loser : ok take my number
Loser : 9886995424
ME : i dont need it
Loser : ok.

Don't know how many more such losers are there on the internet....HaHAHA....

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Kabhi kabhi Aditi

Ever since I have heard this song I've fallen for it. I got to know about this from chacha actually. I am totally in love with this song. It takes me back to those days when I used to enjoy being in love in a childish way, which I miss a lot. This song definitely wants you to be in love :-)

If you just want to sit back and relax, enjoy nice memories then Check this song out - click here

Here are the beautiful simple lyrics:
Beautiful music by A R Rehman sung by Rashad Ali and lyrics by Abbas Tyrewalla

Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai
kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichad jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai
aise mein koi kaise apne aansuoonko behne se roke
aur kaise koi sochde everything's gonna be ok
kabhi kabhi tho lage zindagi mein rahi naa khushi aur naa mazaa
kabhi kabhi tho lage hardin mushkil aur harpal ek sazaa
aise mein koi kaise mushkuraaye kaise hasde khush hoke
aur kaise koi sochde everything gonna be ok

Soch zara jaaneja tujhko hum kitna chathe hai
rotein hai hum bhi agar teri ankhon mein aansu aate hai
gaane to aata nahi hai magar phir bhi hum gaate hai
hey Aditi maan kabhi kabhi saare jahan mein andhera hota hai
lekin raat ke baad hi tho savera hota hai
kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai
kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichad jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai
hey Aditi hasde hasde hasde hasde hasde hasde tu zara
nahi to bus thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura

Tu khush hai tho lage ke jahan mein chaayi hai khushi
suraj nikle baadlon se aur baatte zindagi
sun tho jara madhosh hawa tujhse kehne lagi
ki Aditi wo jo bichhadthe hai ek na ek din phir mil jaate hai
Aditi jaane tu ya jaane na phool phir khil jaate hain
kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai
kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichad jaaye tho ek sapna lagta hai
hey Aditi hasde hasde hasde hasde hasde hasde tu zara
nahi to bus thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda thoda muskura

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Suicidal days for students

Bangalore witnesses 6 suicides on an average PER DAY!! This was a shocking headline to read in the newspapers recently. When one tries to ponder over this issue, one cannot help but think what is on the person's mind when he/she decides to commit this deadly act. Everyone says that only a coward can take such an extreme step, but I think you do need a lot of guts to invite death on your own accord.
But on a serious note, its the suicide of the students that is a matter of concern. Why are students jumping to end their lives? Low marks, parents harassment, peer pressure etc.. Who are the people who are to be blamed for this show? Parents, schools, or society. I think we all are the stakeholders for this apathetic condition.

The major flaw, according to me, lies in the Indian parenting system. Though I consider myself too immature to comment on this, as I have no experience at it as of now, but I have seen enough to find many faults that is giving rise to this unhealthy condition for the children to grow and prosper. The parents right from the day the kid starts his schooling, they want him/her to top in the class. Even before the child has learnt about his/her own basic interests, likes and dislikes, he/she is made to accept the truth that to be successful (i.e. to earn money) he/she has to follow the beaten paths. How can a young child, say 14-15 years, be made to understand competition and asked to important career decisions??!! Our educational system hardly has any scope for counseling. A child needs guidance and counseling to make the right decisions. He/she should not be asked just to follow in the herd. But hardly this is the case in most of the Indian family households today.
Human beings are the only creatures who let their children come back home. And its high time that children are shown the human side of parenting. Children need to be talked to. They need to be made understand on how the world's rat race works. They should not be coerced to become another rat in this race. With care, love, comfort levels existing between the parents and children I am sure these things can come to an end. Signs of boredom, solitude should not be taken lightly by the parents. Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction. The best way to give advice to is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it. There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One is roots; the other, wings.

My scary experience in the city

Recently I had the misfortune to travel alone in an auto rickshaw from Richmond road to Vijayanagar all alone. It was this time that put me into shame about the hapless conditions that a lonely woman has to witness or undergo at this unearthly hour (which might not be unearthly in so many other cities). I have traveled alone by bus and autos; cars and bikes all over Bangalore. But I would strictly advise women against traveling alone in an auto/bike after 10 pm in Bangalore.
As soon as my auto reached near Corporation circle, the traffic reached clogged deadlock position which is nothing new to Bangaloreans. But I was hoping to skip it at that hour. Little further into the road the auto moved i.e. near Karnataka Housing Board office building, it was stopped rather blocked by flying arms of a traffic police officer. Only after the auto stopped, did I realize that he was totally drunk, and was not able to balance himself on two feet. He started ordering the auto driver to take him to some place and without any hesitation tried to shove himself inside into the auto. But luckily the auto driver showed some presence of mind, and shooed him away saying that it was occupied by a lady and that he was in a hurry. He drove the auto away before the police officer could torment him further with all possible Kannada slang words. All I could do was stare and heave a sigh of relief.
Before I could thank my luck for saving me from some untoward situation, a bearded man started moving alongside our auto. I initially ignored him to be just a silly passerby, but soon learned about his intentions. I guess some sect of men in this world think that, if a woman is going without company late in the night, their attitude towards that woman changes. This ugly looking fellow kept on staring at me for more than 5 minutes and kept following the auto. Thanks to slow traffic which was virtually moving bumper to bumper, this man was finding it very easy to keep pace with the auto. Further near Majestic, he started passing lewd comments and making awful gestures. This was when I was totally scared and was thinking of screaming for help, when luckily our auto driver found some opening in the traffic and he sped away before that man could again catch up with us.
Ironically I cannot even say this happened in some remote corner of the city. This is in the heart of the city, when it was filled with people and vehicles all sides.
I vowed that every moment not to travel ever again without company in the nights in Bangalore. If this how the law keepers of the city are behaving, we have a long way to go before we realize the dream of making this city crime free or a haven for women.

Friday, May 23, 2008

22 Things Guys Always Wanted to Know...

... about women.
I have tried to answer this as honestly as possible...

1. How do you feel after a one night stand?
Just hope that I never get caught and never ever meet this person ever again in life. But honestly not to be done when in relationship.

2. Do you ever get used to wearing a thong?
No

3. Does it hurt?
Definitely..but it has purposes to serve

4. Do you know when you are acting crazy?
Yes. Right at the moment people start sniggering at me and splashing water on my face.

5. Does size really matter?
Depends on what you are talking about, but yeah more the better according to me.

6. When the bill comes are you still a feminist?
I always wish the other person insists and snatches the bill from my hand to pay it up.

7. Why do you take so long to get ready?
Because got to search for the lost make up and clean up the mess made after its all done.

8. Do you watch porn, too?
Not just watch....

9. Will something from Tiffany’s solve everything?
Definitely not.. the secret lies with swarovski

10. Are guys as big of a mystery to you as you are to us?
Guys, are usually predictable.... They lack variety.

11. Why do you sometimes think you look fat?
Because sometimes I am, infact most of the times.

12. Why are you always late?
Good things come to those who wait.

13. Does it bother you when we scratch?
Yes, esp when I can see where you are doing it, and more when everyone can see where you are doing it!!

14. Do you wish you could pee standing up?
I love it to feel the breeze

15. Why do so many women cut their hair short as soon as they get married?
To show that they are still hep after the marriage

16. How often do you think about sex?
The better question would have been - when I don't think about it.

17. What do you think of women who sleep with guys on the first date?
slut!! But there is nothing wrong in it..but she is still a slut

18. Would you?
hmmm... naaahhh

19. Do you realize every guy wants a girl just like his mom?
Really? I don't think so.. atleast I don't want to believe so...

20. Why does every woman think she can change him?
Because they are all imperfect and inadequate to satisy us...in all respects I mean

21. Does it matter what car I drive?
Definitely because it defines your taste for power

22. Do you ever fart?
I think every human does...

Monday, April 28, 2008

Noise of the Indian Weddings

When a child is born in an Indian household one of the foremost things that goes through the parent's mind is the child's marriage. And this is so the case especially if its a girl child. Right from his infancy to the last breath, an Indian from the average middle class attends at least 8600 weddings in his/her lifetime. And mind you, this is said to be just an average number.
I guess I am no exception either to this rule. I have attended that number of weddings already I guess. So even though I cannot be an authority on this topic, I guess atleast I can speak my mind out on this ostentatious event of Indian culture.
In Indian culture, a marriage is given the utmost priority in every household. Parents make investments, save up money to show off their entire life savings in an affair of 2 or 3 days. I have attended the weddings of the rich and famous, and also seen what simple weddings can all be of. After seeing all this, I cannot help but imagine how my wedding is going to be. I do not want it to be anyway how it is usually held amongst my friends and relatives.
My wedding needs to be special, and I cannot make it any special if am performing rites and rituals which are of no meaning to me and worse this is being celebrated amidst people where I do not know more than half the people. I pity the bride and the groom when I see them on their wedding reception evenings trying to look their best in sweltering conditions, gaudy jewelry and fake smiles and handshakes. I find it very ridiculous, and can never see myself doing the same.
If I am completely given the choice to celebrate it the way I want, I want it to be a simple spiritual event in a temple. And to witness this very important event I want the people who matter to me the most to be around me. I do not want to see the wife of my cousin's brother-in-law's co-sister's bhabhi's grandmother's brother. I do not know if I am appearing to come out as very sharp and rude, but yes, that is how I want it to be. Following this simple wedding where only the main ritual of tying the knot should be there I want a very grand party to be hosted by me and my bride-groom. I would not want my parents or his, to spend all their life savings on my important day. I do not want another bland boring reception party to my credit, I would want a party that is going to be talked about. For this I request you to come and attend the wedding party, because I do not want to reveal all my plans here :D
People say marriages are made in heaven. I think more emphasis in today's wedding should be given to the couple tying the knot and their future, rather spending lakhs of rupees. Most of the people today utilize weddings as a status symbol to show their wealth and money. I would call these types of event very pretentious and lacks the mystique of marriage. Hopefully the weddings soon do not become like much ado about nothing - or something much to do about everything!! People wish for weddings for elaborate elegance, halls filled with families and friends, But if someone asked me what kind of wedding I wished for, I would say the one that would make me his wife!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Ode dedicated to kaka

They hate to be rude, yet they'll straighten the crooked picture on your wall and snap off your blaring TV. They like people, but they hate large crowds. Like gentle doves of peace, they go around mediating and patching tip quarrels between others; still they enjoy a good argument themselves. They're good natured and pleasant, but they can also be sulky, and they balk at taking orders. They are believed to be extremely intelligent. At the same time, they're incredi­bly naive and gullible. They'll talk your ear off, yet they're wonderfully good listeners. They are restless people. But they seldom rush or hurry. Do these traits seem familiar to you. Well, it has to be because I am talking about our dear own Libran - Harsh Kataruka.
Whenever I have read about Librans anywhere, I have found it very easy to associate it all to Kaka. He has earned this nickname - Kaka very rightly as he has something or the other to be given as an advice like one benevolent uncle. Kaka has endeared himself to the entire class in many ways, but has also earned a reputation to be irritating at times. Some people might even say "at times" is not exactly accurate (pun intended!!).
A complete die-hard romantic by nature, he managed to win the heart of one the prettiest lasses in our class. Everyone in the class envied him for this, and even made people ask "yella ok, kaka yaake"!! ;)
He was one of the few in the class who could be called an all rounder, and not just because of his appearance. His forte not only included computer programming but also debating. He was known to be a good competition for many debaters in the college. I know one day he is going to carve a niche for himself in the field of finances or business and has all the potential in him to be a world class leader.
His attitude is such that he takes every little thing very seriously. He is known to be a stickler for minute management too. This habit of his sometimes can get on people's nerves actually. He has another side of his, where his mood swings like a pendulum. He is either too happy, or portrays himself as if the sky has fallen on his head. When he is happy, he brings the roof down with his jokes and fundas. But when the latter happens, he goes into this eerie silence as if to bring his body and mind in harmony with the tragedies of his life.
There is one thing I do not like about this guy. He just does to know how to move on in life and forget the past. I am not saying that it is an easy thing for me to do, but he carries his past so much so that his present and future can get hampered. He loves being despondent in life, and also he tries to blame everything on himself.
But otherwise, here is one guy who is bundled with a lot of energy and enthusiasm to live a grand life. His English skills and knowledge about history are something that I have always envied. I have heard from his hostel-mates that all he has to do to study is flip through pages. His photographic memory and amazing grasping skills would aid him to complete his studies to perfection within half the time the others took. And of course in the remaining half time, one can always guess what he did!! ;)
A testimonial for him will be incomplete if I do not mention his fanaticism his love for the religion of cricket, and his god Sachin Tendulkar. He has crickets tips and trivia on his finger tips, and never fails to show off this knowledge of his. And these days he is trying to play his guitar and croon to some numbers, he is getting to be good day by day. Also I know he tries to experiment with making cocktails and shooters.
All in all, this fundebaaz is really a loyal and a true friend, and never can there be a dull moment when he is around!




Thursday, April 17, 2008

US of A - my future?

In little over 3 months, I am heading to US of A to achieve what every normal Indian mortal dreams of i.e. the American dream. I have got an admission into one of the prestigious universities there, known as Carnegie Mellon University. I think I have chosen the course I want to do, and hopefully I have taken the right decision.
If I ask myself why I want to go to US to pursue my dream, well the only answer I can get is that this is what I have wanted to do right from my childhood or rather high school days. I think I was more serious about my studies and career during my school days rather than now. When I was the school kid I wanted to be the next Sabeer Bhatia, and I was pretty sure that I will discover or invent something that big like Hotmail ;)
Well now that I am about to embark on this journey to fulfill my dreams I am all excited. I am filled with dreams of everything. I am basically turned on because of the fact that I will be getting to stay all by myself without anyone to question my every movement,for the first time in my life. :D
But I will be lying if I say that I am all geared up without any nervousness. I am scared at the same time. There are a lot of things I am leaving behind before I go. Firstly I am concerned about my parents. Now that my mom is not in her best of her health states, her situation worries me. It concerns me because its going to be only my father with her now. Its now that I am selfishly wishing that I had a sibling to take care of them when I am going to be away. Secondly, I am going to leave everything that makes me lead a rosy life here, to an unexpected land to discover everything on my own. This doesn't scare me exactly,to be honest. The only thing I am hoping for is that the things do not become too difficult owing to current recession scenario and I will have to regret my decision of leaving a decently paying job. Thirdly and also most importantly, I am going to be leaving my friends. I am going to be going away from A, don't know for how long and don't know if its forever. I am going away from the people whom I love, trust and adore the most. I don't know if they'll miss me, if they'll recall me but I know for sure that I am going to miss each and every one in my gang. But I guess the philosophy of life is - we meet to part and we part to meet. Hope life does come a full circle!! :-)
But apart from these few hiccups I am looking forward to my next step of my life with full zeal and vigor. I am going to put in efforts to make something out of me at least now. I hope to give reasons to my parents, family and friends to be proud of me.
US of A, here I come... :-)

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Testimonial for my grandpa

My grandpa was like one in a million person for me. He was this fine man with hair of silver and heart of gold. He was the only one who made me feel that I was loved and that I was wanted in his life. He was the only one who made me feel that if I was not around him, he would miss me. His love for me was completely selfless. So here is something I would like to write in his tribute.
My grandpa came to stay with us after my grandmom passed away. His sons and daughters-in-law were only more than delighted to let him go. My mom, though she faced some kind of resistance from her in-laws and my father, was more than happy to let him share our home. I was the most excited. Initially I was also bit skeptical because I had to share my room with him. But it was very soon that I realized that he was so much fun. Everyday we would have something or the other to chat about. He used to treat me to Bhel puri and paani puri almost every other day. He used to get me all sorts of goodies. He would buy me stuff for my birthday, gave me small pennies to keep as pocket money. It was so much fun while he was around. He was one person whom I could bank upon very blindly. He used to always show me off in front of relatives and friends as if I am his prized grandchild. He used to praise me more than what I deserved for my marks, achievements in school or college.
One incident that totally endeared him to me was, Once when I got caught at home with a letter written to Arpan on his birthday. My parents hit the roof reading the contents of the letter and hurled all sorts of abuses on me. Their diatribe went on for days. But it was my grandpa who came to my rescue. Though he didn't completely approve of my activities, he just saw it as an innocent mistake of a young teenager and asked my parents also to see it the same way. He was like "If the child doesn't do these type of mistakes at this age who else will". That sentence stuck me so hard, that I wept because only one person seemed to understand me in that situation. I started seeing him like god sent gift during crisis.
This dear old man always knew how to just mind his own business and rarely interfered in the household affairs. We all loved him thoroughly. Infact I used to go green with envy when my grandpa started spending more time with another grandkid which was a new entrant in the family.
When he passed away in 2004, I thought that I lost someone very dear some one totally irreplaceable. He was such a person in my life that I miss him even today, remember every little thing that we shared. I love you, grandpa.
Victor Hugo once pointed out that " There are fathers who do not love their children;
there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.
"

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

My dream home

January 22nd 2007, that is the day I started earning. On this day, I started working as an intern with i2 Technologies, Bangalore. Apart from all the great work experience, SCM related skills that I was learning I started to earn money. When I earned my first salary I was thrilled beyond means. Its not as if I was seeing money for the first time or that I was financially challenged, but the smell of your OWN money is something intoxicating.
Soon I started wondering what is that I want to do with all the money that I am going to earn one day. I mean what is that one thing I would want to indulge on if I happen to earn loads of money. A car, a flat, diamonds...all that is there!! But I needed something more than this to motivate me to earn lots of money. Thats when it stuck me that I wanted two things very dearly in life - home and travel!!
Home to come back after travel, and travel to go out of my home!!!
I want to build the most beautiful home that is possible. It should not just be a dwelling place, but something filled with so many elements that I should be attracted towards it even after years of staying under the same roof. I want to feel pampered when I come home, it should be something that I would want to get people home and hear their praises. Its something I want to do up very creatively. I have already designed some aspects of my home like my bedroom, the bar, the bathroom, the garden etc etc... I would want my bedroom to be made really lavish. I want dark black granite flooring with pure white walls. One side of the bedroom is going to be facing the garden through a glass partition. I want the glass partition to be such that it has two plates and there is water flowing in between the plates continuously. I will always feel thats its raining outside, and thats when I feel the best. Another feature of my home, is going to be the bar. I make no qualms about relishing alcoholic beverages. So obviously I will have a beautifully decorated area dedicated for my bar. I am going to call it a tree-tavern. It is going to be decorated like a tree, with it's branch tips holding glasses, and the trunk of the tree will be the bar cupboard, and small tree stumps are going to be used as bar stools.. doesn't this sound great. This is my own creative idea. I hope this is feasible and works out.
This is one home that is going to be decorated for me to come back not only to rest but a home to treasure all the important events my life. My memories are going to be inscribed in there. I hope this home happens!! I hope I am able to earn all the money I want to build this home.
As Robert Southey has one mentioned "There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits” I hope to create this magic for me and my loved ones!

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Sagar sir and April fools day!!

Happy April fool's day to you all!!
Though I have not been able to really know the history behind this particular day its something I have always enjoyed on many occasions. It is a day marked by people playing pranks and practical jokes on one another. So similarly I have been a prey to many such pranks. This year was no different either. sigh! :D

One of my favorite teachers, Sagar sir called me up today morning asking for a help. He said that our HOD, Prof N K Srinath was looking for someone to help his relative to get a government job and he assumed that my dad can be of some help. I don't know how Sagar sir knows where my dad works, but he told me very innocently that my dad who works in KEONICS can help him. Though I was smelling something fishy in this conversation, but when he mentioned about KEONICS I couldn't take a chance. And moreover, he told me that it was HOD who was seeking for help. When its our HOD in question, we never ever refuse to help. So I immediately went ahead and called our HOD. And bang!! Within 2 seconds I realized that Sagar sir was again playing another one of his stupid pranks on me!! It was a bit embarrassing..infact a lot, to explain to HOD why I was calling him and he was not at all able to understand me. Then when I heard a rage of laughter in the background, all I could say was Dammit!! Sagar sir fooled me again, and did it continuously for the 4 year... Well, that makes me love him more...
This incident left me wondering, is any other batch of students in this world which is as privileged as we are to be in such closeness with teachers and HOD. Info Sci batch 0f 2003-07 will always be remembered for everything we did. I miss college so much.

Mark Twain has remarked - "April 1st: This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three-hundred and sixty-four."

Monday, March 31, 2008

A visit to CUPA

We needed a new pet for our farmhouse. My mom who is also an animal lover like me, came up with a idea to get it from CUPA - Compassion Unlimitied Plus Action. I have been there a few times before, but it was only this time that I was really touched to see the animals and hear the heartrending stories about them.
We took a cute pup from there to our farm. He is this charming little naughty thing, with large brown spots and a stub like tail. We named him Bunty, and I guess he is also as happy as we were to have found a home with us.
But what I am worried is, not all animals are as lucky as Bunty. There were atleast 20 more pups and kittens wanting to hear some love or feel some attachment. There were dogs, cats, pigs, rabbits birds, turkeys etc... And I must say that CUPA is doing a brilliant job with whatever little resources like money, infrastructure they have. We were helped by a vet, Dr. Lingaraj. He helped us in great deal to learn and understand the animals. He was making sure that the animals that were being given away to the adopters, were going to right shelters. His enthusiasm in giving advices, instructions about pet care was something really praiseworthy.
I have always called myself an animal lover, but only when I saw the plight of animals is when I realized that I am hardly doing anything. I saw one beautiful dalmatian dog, which was rescued from the streets after it was left by its owners who had shifted their house. Then there were dogs returned by their owners as they were clueless about how to care of it. I am glad that they were given to a place like CUPA and were not left in the streets to fend for themselves. Also there were animals involved in accidents. Some crippled for life, some severely wounded, some blind, some deaf.
Animals give such a good company when you are sad or happy, when you want to play with or when you want a should cry on. I fail to understand why many people cannot appreciate the idea of having pets when they can afford to have one and have the time for it. Caring for a pet at home, is no easy task and at the same time its not daunting either. Its an experience altogether different. The smile that you can see on your pet's face will make you want to hug it and love it. Pets don't ask for anything else.
Many who read this can come back to me with their silly banter about animals being a nuisance to the society. Plus people also argue that I have more concern for animals than humans. I firmly refute those contentions. Its just that I make my love for animals a bit more obvious and thats only because I want to draw the attention of more people towards their plight.

All that these animals are asking for is a home and your love!! Try to give love, and you will be surprised to receive the same in magnitudes more than what you can imagine.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Its five past midnight in Bhopal - book review


This is the book I was reading for last 2 weeks, and finished reading just the last night. I have never read any other book which describes a tragedy so much in detail that it comes to life and brings it right on face about the callousness attitude of many towards life of poor. The catastrophe that stuck the heartland of India, in 1984 left a deep scar on many residents of Bhopal, mainly the poor and destitute which they continue to suffer even today.
Dominique Lapierre and Javier Moro, the authors of the book investigate in-depth about how the American pesticide giant discovered a magic formula to help farmers worldwide, and market their product as if its the next best thing that happened to mankind after the electric bulb. Union Carbide, the name responsible for over twenty thousand deaths on that fateful night, very cleverly landed in India for the sole purpose of earning profits. They made right maneuvers through the government, got the necessary permission and licenses to set up their plant right in the middle of densely populated city of Begums - Bhopal. The Indian peasants who carried the ancestral curse of famines and droughts welcomed the factory and its products as if this would let them attain the salvation they were in search of for years. But alas, little did the poor know what misfortune they were calling upon themselves.
The book lets you travel through the incidents leading to the catastrophe, right from the it's inception in India. The book also shows the Indian side of the entire story, their happiness when number of jobs were opened up for them. It goes into minute details of all slum dwellers, the main affected from the incident, about how they came to stay around the factory, how they participated in each other's highs and lows.
Gangaram, the leper, Pulpul Singh the moneylender, little Padmini the tribal Advasi girl from Orissa whose wedding took place on what was to become known as "The Night of Deadly Gas".
The epilogue of the book highlights how the affected ones are suffering both physically and physiologically even today. Its wound has been so deep rooted in the genes of the inhabitants of that place, that even the new borns today tend to suffer from some kind of disease or the other. The cases of cancer, tuberculosis, skin allergies, pulmonary disorders are on a high even today. The hiroshima of India, continues to haunt many and dont know till when this scourge is to be suffered!!
One would probably wonder that these have been suitably compensated, but alas that is another part of the story to be read. The American hulk of the pesticide industry chose to shrug off its shoulders all the responsibility, and cleverly blamed its Indian counterpart for the whole disaster. All their promises of remuneration have gone up in the air. Very meager amounts have been paid, hardly its reached down to the really affected. Even the Indian politicias played the role they are best known for. They have used this event to garner votes and strengthen their individual positions. Little has improved even today.
This book laments the loss of thousands of lives, and the best part of it is that the authors are using all their earnings and royalties towards the benefiting of the unfortunate victims of Bhopal tragedy.
The shame what it brings to me is that its two foreigners Dominique Lapierre and Javier Moro, a French and a Spanish to talk about a calamity befallen on the Indian soil. So I insist that you go out and buy the original copy of the book from the market and help the destitute.
Kudos to the authors. I wish to meet them someday!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

RACE movie review


I had gone to this movie RACE on last Friday with two of my friends - Rajashree and Sowmini. I liked the movie. It was this typical Bollywood-nowhere-near-to-reality movie about sexy men, exposing women and beautiful backdrops, obviously it has to be a foreign locale and apparently this time its Durban.
It starts off with showing Saif Ali Khan getting almost killed in an accident with a heavily loaded truck. His car somersaults in the air and falls completely inverted, but nope...Saif doesn't die. He is this tough man who can survive come what may!! He plays the main character of the movie who owns a beautiful ranch inherited from his father, runs his father business and romances a model who is none other than our voluptuous dusky beauty Bipasha Basu. She has quite a history to her credit in the movie, which you got to see it to understand better.
Then there is another character Saif's younger brother Akshaye Khanna. He is shown to be a alcohol addict but by the end of the movie you are left wondering whether his addiction is for real or not. Another stereotypical character is Katrina Kaif, Saif's secretary who wears shiny blouses with top 3 buttons open and a tight skirt. Apart from her fair skin, her innocent-like looks, not-a-great-cleavage she has nothing more to offer in the movie.
These four characters try to shape up the movie story with all possible 2645546 twists and turns. The younger brother turns out to be a wicked one who wants to snatch away everything from the elder brother, including a 100 million dollar insurance scheme. I wonder who gets such insurances in today's world. He almost succeeds in doing it by murdering Saif, but only again to be confronted by a fruit-loving inspector played by Anil Kapoor and his bimbo Sameera Reddy. She has over and again proved that all that is required to be a movie star in Bollywood is neither brains nor acting skills but big boobs. They try to investigate the case where he comes across that the younger brother has killed the elder brother for all the money. So whats new or shocking in this!!
But..Hang on...Saif is not dead. He is alive...and how did he survive even after being pushed from the 20th floor of his office, for that I guess you should watch the movie. Its funny, you know!!
The movie continues to show that the elder brother confronts the younger brother and challenges him to defeat him in the car race along the winding paths of a hill-side and also promises to give away everything to him if he wins the game. And take the million dollar guess who wins it!! Bollywood never has the courage to go against its known formula. Its always the good man versus the bad man! Good always reigns and the bad is always defeated. Thats somewhat which nearly happens with our movie also.
Now you sit back and figure out who is good and who is bad.... Happy RACing.
A movie worth watching for hot bodies hot scenes and hot SAIF!!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A day spent in my life

Everyday I keep the alarm to go off at 6:15 am, so that I can at least push myself out of the warm cozy bed by 6:30. But that rarely happens. Then the thought of having to travel all the way by the dreaded BMTC buses to office gives me a jolt and wakes me up. I get up only to know thats its almost 7:15, and i have around 30 mins or so to get ready. I huff and puff to the bus, barely manage to catch it, look for a nice window seat and look outside at what cosmopolitan Bangalore has to offer. I flip thru my Outlook magazine and try to catch a snooze of 15 mins. Its better to sleep than watch MG road in the wee hours of the morning, and all its construction dust.
I reach office, check mails, attend to some stuff...and then what??
I have the rest of the day to spend before my friends cum colleagues call me for lunch. After lunch time, I look forward to the tea time. Then wait for 6:15 pm bus to go home. Thats another helluva bus ride about which I will write some other time. I get to hear some gossips sometime. I look forward to chat with someone in the bus, but in vain. None of them are "my" types!! Then catch another sleep, hoping that by the time I open my eyes I am somewhere near Vijayanagar. Rarely God answers my prayers. Usually when I wake up I have atleast 30 mins to spend on board. I again try to flip thru my magazine and listen to crooning kannada songs on the radio. Then comes Vijayanagar, my home sweet home.. I smile!! It feels good to get back home so that I can stretch and feel pampered. But Alas, that also rarely happens. Thats when I decide that it would be a good idea to take my dog - Scooby out for a walk, and also call someone up to catch up on their day's events. Usually I end up calling Arpan. He will be in midst of studying for his GMAT or as usual will not have any mood to talk. He says something, I say something. We feel we have talked and hang up. Then will usually try to take another book to bed and try reading it before I doze off. Or else watch some movie. I dream about a lots of things but nothing thats worth mentioning usually. Then again the alarm sounds at 6:15 am, and my day starts...continues...and ends!!!
Oh are you wondering that nothing productive is happening...well even I am wondering the same! sigh!