http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZL1FReoBTA
Now why didn't I think of that - its cute as a button :-)
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Obnoxious Little Weed
That spinner with the turban
His action's quite queer
Looks like he's doing the bhangda
Until the crease he'd near
Punter can't tell which way
That jaffa is going to go,
Unless the ball is stopped
And broken down in slo-mo
How do I get that offie
Out of my bleedin' head,
I know I cant out-bat him
So I'll get him in trouble instead!
In the dark Oz dressing room,
The team had hatched up a plan
Symmo got Bhajji all riled up,
So he cursed them like a Punjabi man
Now Hayders calls Bhajji (on air),
An obnoxious little weed,
Trust the gutsy offie to keep on spinnin',
A sticky web indeed..
His action's quite queer
Looks like he's doing the bhangda
Until the crease he'd near
Punter can't tell which way
That jaffa is going to go,
Unless the ball is stopped
And broken down in slo-mo
How do I get that offie
Out of my bleedin' head,
I know I cant out-bat him
So I'll get him in trouble instead!
In the dark Oz dressing room,
The team had hatched up a plan
Symmo got Bhajji all riled up,
So he cursed them like a Punjabi man
Now Hayders calls Bhajji (on air),
An obnoxious little weed,
Trust the gutsy offie to keep on spinnin',
A sticky web indeed..
Monday, February 25, 2008
What games do socialists play?
Not T20 cricket for sure..
Okay, a quick wiki check on what is socialism
"Socialism refers to a broad array of ideologies and political movements with the goal of a socio-economic system in which property and the distribution of wealth are subject to control by the community.[1] This control may be either direct—exercised through popular collectives such as workers' councils—or indirect—exercised on behalf of the people by the state."
Allright - so what this is, is robbing Peter to pay Paul. Now Peter may not necessarily be better off himself, but if he is even "relatively" better off, then Peter is screwed. Never mind the fact that Peter spent all those nights slaving in front of a kerosene lamp, trying to make a better life for himself, and his ageing factory-laborer parents, while Paul was selling kidneys to unscrupulous oil barons and texan worms.
A lot of commentators have first villified the shortened version of the game, an indirect productivity boost, where in a country of 1.5 billion we have people taking days off work just to catch that India-Bangladesh series. Communists, aka work-shrugging parasites, have shown the greatest opposition to the T20 game, asking for it to be banned(!!!!!!), for it viciously violates the communist norms of earning more than their fellow brother on the basis of talent, merit or any other rational word for aptitude.
Mr. Dasgupta, shut up - your annoying utterances and lack of understanding of the world around you is appalling. Why are the you and your ilk crying about the fact that players get paid (auctioned is offensive?) in the millions for (1) their worth on the field (2) their worth off of it. I'd rather you be more offended by the auctions of destitute Bangladeshi/Nepali women from across the border, than those of the country's brightest talents in pursuit of rewards for a liked game.
I don't care if nostalgic oldies without an ounce of talent to rub shoulders with even the likes of noobs Ishant Sharma/Rohit Sharma's squeal from beneath their socialist burqas that they didn't get paid well during their times. Your best efforts can be labelled as 1971 England, 1971 West Indies, and Australia 1985? All this in over 100 years of cricket? That is atrociously bad - no wonder you guys didn't get paid - you never did your job right. It was another fact that the Indian Board didn't have the money to pay you, which they would have, had India not been the socialist communist USSR loving country it was for a good part of 5 decades.
In a day and age where useless IT louts get paid in the lakhs, its only fair that the people who've gambled their careers into a game, where breaking into the national team is 1 in a million , we need to pay the top entertainers the best money. Well deserved lads, now go earn your keep.
Okay, a quick wiki check on what is socialism
"Socialism refers to a broad array of ideologies and political movements with the goal of a socio-economic system in which property and the distribution of wealth are subject to control by the community.[1] This control may be either direct—exercised through popular collectives such as workers' councils—or indirect—exercised on behalf of the people by the state."
Allright - so what this is, is robbing Peter to pay Paul. Now Peter may not necessarily be better off himself, but if he is even "relatively" better off, then Peter is screwed. Never mind the fact that Peter spent all those nights slaving in front of a kerosene lamp, trying to make a better life for himself, and his ageing factory-laborer parents, while Paul was selling kidneys to unscrupulous oil barons and texan worms.
A lot of commentators have first villified the shortened version of the game, an indirect productivity boost, where in a country of 1.5 billion we have people taking days off work just to catch that India-Bangladesh series. Communists, aka work-shrugging parasites, have shown the greatest opposition to the T20 game, asking for it to be banned(!!!!!!), for it viciously violates the communist norms of earning more than their fellow brother on the basis of talent, merit or any other rational word for aptitude.
Mr. Dasgupta, shut up - your annoying utterances and lack of understanding of the world around you is appalling. Why are the you and your ilk crying about the fact that players get paid (auctioned is offensive?) in the millions for (1) their worth on the field (2) their worth off of it. I'd rather you be more offended by the auctions of destitute Bangladeshi/Nepali women from across the border, than those of the country's brightest talents in pursuit of rewards for a liked game.
I don't care if nostalgic oldies without an ounce of talent to rub shoulders with even the likes of noobs Ishant Sharma/Rohit Sharma's squeal from beneath their socialist burqas that they didn't get paid well during their times. Your best efforts can be labelled as 1971 England, 1971 West Indies, and Australia 1985? All this in over 100 years of cricket? That is atrociously bad - no wonder you guys didn't get paid - you never did your job right. It was another fact that the Indian Board didn't have the money to pay you, which they would have, had India not been the socialist communist USSR loving country it was for a good part of 5 decades.
In a day and age where useless IT louts get paid in the lakhs, its only fair that the people who've gambled their careers into a game, where breaking into the national team is 1 in a million , we need to pay the top entertainers the best money. Well deserved lads, now go earn your keep.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
No time for sentimental fools..
The net has opened up an amazing plethora of possibilities - with the advent of networking sites like orkut, facebook, myspace et al on the www, its been a whole lot easier to catch up people from the college, high-school and even your kindergarden days.
How much of people you want to re-acquaint yourself with, is something of a personal choice. I've found in a lot of instances that there are so many people I've not been in touch for almost a decade and a half, and obviously its nice to catch up on not just where you are right now, but how the journey was for you all the way along.
Somehow, us guys are not much talkers anyway, so we don't recollect the finer details. A normal conversation would probably include among other things, the schools we went to, and the job(s) we were at, and how we led our lives in general (!). Beyond that the talk kind of withers away, and there isn't much to say to each other anyway.
Kind of ironic, the best buddy, with whom you shared your school lunches with, shared your first crush with, or the awesome fun you've had with during those awful hindi classes, that you need to reconnect all over again - you are worse than strangers - you are two people who have had a history of good friendship a long while ago, and now there is nothing. And neither is trying to make an extension to reacquaint..
I guess a lot of friendship is temporal, that unlike blood ties, we need some level of emotional interconnect for a person to be relevant. Its been tough to let go of people you used to be close with, but I guess its a lot less disconcerting when you try to look back upon the good times you and that person have had, and decide its time to move on. Just like what will happen to the present lot of friends in a good part of a decade.. Touche
How much of people you want to re-acquaint yourself with, is something of a personal choice. I've found in a lot of instances that there are so many people I've not been in touch for almost a decade and a half, and obviously its nice to catch up on not just where you are right now, but how the journey was for you all the way along.
Somehow, us guys are not much talkers anyway, so we don't recollect the finer details. A normal conversation would probably include among other things, the schools we went to, and the job(s) we were at, and how we led our lives in general (!). Beyond that the talk kind of withers away, and there isn't much to say to each other anyway.
Kind of ironic, the best buddy, with whom you shared your school lunches with, shared your first crush with, or the awesome fun you've had with during those awful hindi classes, that you need to reconnect all over again - you are worse than strangers - you are two people who have had a history of good friendship a long while ago, and now there is nothing. And neither is trying to make an extension to reacquaint..
I guess a lot of friendship is temporal, that unlike blood ties, we need some level of emotional interconnect for a person to be relevant. Its been tough to let go of people you used to be close with, but I guess its a lot less disconcerting when you try to look back upon the good times you and that person have had, and decide its time to move on. Just like what will happen to the present lot of friends in a good part of a decade.. Touche
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sins of the Father
What blood coarses through these veins
That be'it my own
Or of my progenitors of yore?
What wounds do you carry
Of injustice today,
Or of generations before your own?
Where ends this cycle
Of endless retribution
Why must I pay
For the "sins" of my forefathers?
- Harish
I'm not apologizing for mistakes that are not of my own actions..
I'm not begging plaudits/forgiveness for deeds/mis-deeds of my ancestors
Lets start judging each other by our actions of today,
The hurt may be there, but guilting people into paying reparations based on follies that are not of our own is just plain wrong..
The seeds of dissension in Indian society are far deep-rooted into the psyche of the common Indian. There are so many different categories to slot yourself into, and to further sub-categorize yourself into.
I never knew who I was, until I was forced into a corner. And all for good reason. Mumbai, the city of dreams, where everyone from the crass CEO to the honest daily-wage worker rub shoulders on the ubiquitous mode of transport - the Mumbai local, is home to me, and my innate respect for the other man. We never did judge on where we were from, or what we spake, or what God we worshipped. Life was good..
My tryst with Indians in America changed all that. Most Indians in America are insecure - both mentally and financially, which is quite ironic, considering most Indians migrate to America to make more money. Here you would see people bond only with people from their own state/religion. Its just nauseating. The poor cosmopolitan Mumbaikar is caught in a dilemma, on which side to take. I am not the one to find myself slot into a category, although even if I did, it just wouldn't work out!
People have tried to gauge my personality based on my "TamBram" lineage. Unfortunately this makes for (a) a bad rude surprise (b) a cheap stereotype, neither of which the closed-minded people are ready for.
A peek into my lineage shows I've got a lot to be proud of - but I'm not going to rest on the laurels of the past, and I want Indians in India and abroad to be more judging of people's abilities.
I've tried being someone else, I've given it a shot from time to time, but it just wouldn't work - I am proud to be an individual, without claims to inherit any legacy, good or bad. I'm a child of this free world, and I'd be damned before you insular people hate me for something that I am not!
Give me the tolerance of Mumbai anyday over the narrow-mindedness of the rest of India. MNS be damned. There are 30 million Indians living in this mega-city without hatred, and we are as Maharashtrian as varan-baath. You can challenge that over my dead body...
P.S> This author was born in Mumbai and spent 18 glorious years in that city
That be'it my own
Or of my progenitors of yore?
What wounds do you carry
Of injustice today,
Or of generations before your own?
Where ends this cycle
Of endless retribution
Why must I pay
For the "sins" of my forefathers?
- Harish
I'm not apologizing for mistakes that are not of my own actions..
I'm not begging plaudits/forgiveness for deeds/mis-deeds of my ancestors
Lets start judging each other by our actions of today,
The hurt may be there, but guilting people into paying reparations based on follies that are not of our own is just plain wrong..
The seeds of dissension in Indian society are far deep-rooted into the psyche of the common Indian. There are so many different categories to slot yourself into, and to further sub-categorize yourself into.
I never knew who I was, until I was forced into a corner. And all for good reason. Mumbai, the city of dreams, where everyone from the crass CEO to the honest daily-wage worker rub shoulders on the ubiquitous mode of transport - the Mumbai local, is home to me, and my innate respect for the other man. We never did judge on where we were from, or what we spake, or what God we worshipped. Life was good..
My tryst with Indians in America changed all that. Most Indians in America are insecure - both mentally and financially, which is quite ironic, considering most Indians migrate to America to make more money. Here you would see people bond only with people from their own state/religion. Its just nauseating. The poor cosmopolitan Mumbaikar is caught in a dilemma, on which side to take. I am not the one to find myself slot into a category, although even if I did, it just wouldn't work out!
People have tried to gauge my personality based on my "TamBram" lineage. Unfortunately this makes for (a) a bad rude surprise (b) a cheap stereotype, neither of which the closed-minded people are ready for.
A peek into my lineage shows I've got a lot to be proud of - but I'm not going to rest on the laurels of the past, and I want Indians in India and abroad to be more judging of people's abilities.
I've tried being someone else, I've given it a shot from time to time, but it just wouldn't work - I am proud to be an individual, without claims to inherit any legacy, good or bad. I'm a child of this free world, and I'd be damned before you insular people hate me for something that I am not!
Give me the tolerance of Mumbai anyday over the narrow-mindedness of the rest of India. MNS be damned. There are 30 million Indians living in this mega-city without hatred, and we are as Maharashtrian as varan-baath. You can challenge that over my dead body...
P.S> This author was born in Mumbai and spent 18 glorious years in that city
Friday, February 01, 2008
Thrilling you swiftly..
Feb 1st 2008
My 1st car, and 2nd vehicle joined my family..
The Arctic Pearl Metallic White 2008 Suzuki Swift just captured my heart completely. It shows signs of sluggishness in its pickup - the 1st gear is kind of short, but it feels at home in 3rd and 4th over the 30-odd kms I've driven so far on day 1.
The steering and EPS is just awesome - exteremely soft and responsive, makes turning real fun!
This is a really bad pic, but at 9pm its just what comes out with the assistance of tubelights.
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