I've always wondered how to respond to certain statements or rather whether I should respond at all...
For example if someone 'Thanks" you, we are all taught from day one to respond by saying "You are welcome" etc etc , a simple "Sorry" is backed up with "Its ok"( that is of course if you are polite).
Now here is my problem, how do you respond when someone expresses their condolences by stating "Im sorry to hear about the loss" ???
Do you respond by saying :
Option 01. "Its ok" ...........thats weird isnt it? I mean ,come on, the demise sure isnt ok!
Option 02. "Thank you" ..Yeah right ! Thank you that you are sorry buddy? Now thats sounds equally crazy....
Option 03. "Im sorry too" Hmm getting warmer I guess...But not quite thr is it?
Option 04. "Im at a loss for words and I dont know to respnd to you"... thats as truthful as you can get and still gets the response through. Hmm maybe thats all you can say.
Option 05.Its a different story if the person expresses their condolences in your presence ,you can just shake and nod your head and be done with it.
I personally think a minutes silence would be the apt response.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
A dedication to the yummiest place on planet earth-VV Puram Chat street
Anyone and everyone who claims to have breathed the air in Bangalore for even a few months should swear by it.In fact if you ask me, to authenticate yourself as a true blue bangalorean you should be able to recite all the lovely,heavenly and not to forget the oh so 'not costly' fare from the beginning of the street to the end.
For all those zombies who have dared live in bangalore and have not yet sampled VV Puram here is a small sneak into what the street can churn up.
At the begining of the street near the arya mandir you have a shop which serves normal chat which almost every 'gaadi' on VVPCS(VV Puram chat street) specialises in,But this shop is famous for its out of this world gulkhand with fruit ice creams and of course masala soda. Right opposite this shop there is another 'gaadi' wala who sells great authentic mumbai Vada pav and Pav Bhaji... my only complaint against this guy is that he takes more time to give u ur stuff than the others ;-( .
Anyway personal grouses apart and moving on ,near the Gulkhand Ice cream wala you have an 'angaadi' which serves up mouth watering hot 'Obbattu' topped with loads of fresh desi ghee, Of course you can also get a mind boggling range of south indian fare here, right from the greatest 'Panniyaram idli' to the most simple yet crispy Dosa.
Saunter down the street and you can get yourself treated to a rare combination of 'Chitranna dosa'. Its nothing but Dosa with chitranna accompanied by the uniquitous chutney.yeah, i know no one likes to eat chitranna even if its offered free, but try it with dosa and its some thing different!
Spin around and you find yourself sampling every mans gastronomic dream 'Bondas'!.Of course apart from the boring aloo bonda,you have to try the capsicum bonda which is served with carrot and onion topings and tempered with tangy lemon juice.
And as a befitting finale to the chat street, there is a cluster of sweet shops , dont even dream of leaving the street without sampling the outta this planet Rabbadi. There is also an assortment of american corn chats on the oposite side of the VVPCS (opposite the park) for the bottomless pits. Unfortunately I do not have any pictures to give a glimse into the beauty called VVPCS. But im hoping my words made up for it.
Happpy drooling!
Thursday, January 03, 2008
180 DEG of separation makes a pair of opposites...
Welcome to a world where it seems like birds of opposite feathers seem to prefer to flock together...
Haven't you ever wondered how you can have two contrasting statements like "Birds of a feather flock together and opposites attract"?
Come on...It makes no sense to have such contradicting statements existing on the same plane!I've been thinking about it for quite some time now,rather trying to figure out which one actually substantiates the world we live in and which one is more apt for today's day and age, and I must say that no two birds of the same feather are preferring each other of late by the looks of it.
Lets consider books for example,Ive seen 'N' number of my friends appreciate and swear by certain books and characters they admire idolise etc etc.. now what would you expect from someone who shows an appreciation to something.. well as a normal person i would expect them to either imbibe that personality,if not completely at least a bit of it or at least not show opposite traits in their life style...well surprise, surprise they act exactly the opposite!
I have come across almost everyone who claims to love Fountainhead and is bowled over by the character of Howard Roark,but why isn't anyone who insists
that its their fav work of fiction or literature(which ever way you chose to view it) ever want anything to do with Howard Roark or with John Galt(a character in Atlas shrugged-again by Ayn Rand) in their real life?
Is appreciation only meant for the mouth not for imbibing in real life?Don't people ever aspire to be like something they admire?Why does it stop with just an empty praise?
We never exhibit the similar attitude to materialistic likes do we??If I like/ love a dress i would immediately make it my own.What stops us from making characteristics we admire our own?Maybe it is because we no longer know the means.
I still need to fathom this incredible behaviour where we would prefer to stay far apart and admire and expect something better and good but would never aspire to become that beauty which we praise.Truly Opposites attract but its just that.. pure attraction which can brushed aside but never be made good enough to make it a part of your flock.
Haven't you ever wondered how you can have two contrasting statements like "Birds of a feather flock together and opposites attract"?
Come on...It makes no sense to have such contradicting statements existing on the same plane!I've been thinking about it for quite some time now,rather trying to figure out which one actually substantiates the world we live in and which one is more apt for today's day and age, and I must say that no two birds of the same feather are preferring each other of late by the looks of it.
Lets consider books for example,Ive seen 'N' number of my friends appreciate and swear by certain books and characters they admire idolise etc etc.. now what would you expect from someone who shows an appreciation to something.. well as a normal person i would expect them to either imbibe that personality,if not completely at least a bit of it or at least not show opposite traits in their life style...well surprise, surprise they act exactly the opposite!
I have come across almost everyone who claims to love Fountainhead and is bowled over by the character of Howard Roark,but why isn't anyone who insists
that its their fav work of fiction or literature(which ever way you chose to view it) ever want anything to do with Howard Roark or with John Galt(a character in Atlas shrugged-again by Ayn Rand) in their real life?
Is appreciation only meant for the mouth not for imbibing in real life?Don't people ever aspire to be like something they admire?Why does it stop with just an empty praise?
We never exhibit the similar attitude to materialistic likes do we??If I like/ love a dress i would immediately make it my own.What stops us from making characteristics we admire our own?Maybe it is because we no longer know the means.
I still need to fathom this incredible behaviour where we would prefer to stay far apart and admire and expect something better and good but would never aspire to become that beauty which we praise.Truly Opposites attract but its just that.. pure attraction which can brushed aside but never be made good enough to make it a part of your flock.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Missed the TRAIN...
The Bangalore-Mangalore train finally chugged into place and i thought, Damn....Missed the train...
Not that I wanted to be on its maiden journey after 'N' long years, the train I missed here has nothing to do with 'THE TRAIN' rather I missed going on a trek on the Sakleshpur route which will now be completely taken over by the train.
For everyone who has no clue what the route looks like here it is:
Anyway looks like the lovely sojourn into paradise has now been replaced by a train and I'll never really get to know whats its like to walk over that track.
This incident forced me to think about the number of 'Trains' I have missed in the past. I must admit, I could almost give Southern Railways competition with the number of trains that popped up.
Why is it that we all fail to live for the moment? Certain things are better experienced now than later.You never know, they might just bite the dust of time waiting for us forever...
I’ve seen it in so many people, not doing things at one time thanks to a common stunted opinion of waiting for a better time in the future... I guess we have come to an age where missing 'Trains' has become the mantra of the day.Where is the fun in doing something at an age where you dont experience it the same way you would've at an appropriate age? Take traveling for example, I don’t care how many people tell you to believe that you can always travel the world when you are old,but trust me and I’ve seen quite a lot of old people, something gets into you when you get older, its a gooey sticky thing that makes you scared of everything and makes you dread change and of course to make things even better old age is synonymous with all kinds of ailments and who wants to carry truck loads of medication to stay alive when you would rather just carry a camera!
It’s the destination sadly all of us are focused on, but as the famous quote goes; for an ideal traveler it’s the journey that counts and not the destination... And anyway our destinations have already been scripted for us, so why miss the journey which is so breath taking?
Come to think of it, our so called journey in life is quite similar to a train ride. Here you are sitting by the window and looking at the lovely scenery whiz by. There is no coming back unless you travel on the same path again and you never know time might have sniped the scenery in your absence...
Not that I wanted to be on its maiden journey after 'N' long years, the train I missed here has nothing to do with 'THE TRAIN' rather I missed going on a trek on the Sakleshpur route which will now be completely taken over by the train.
For everyone who has no clue what the route looks like here it is:
I have never gone on this route for one simple reason... I'm ruddy scared of heights and this track though it inspires a lott of trekers, doesnt do anything to alleviate my acrophobia.Not that I never wanted to go on this route, but I have always been waiting for the right time when my fear would be on more tolerable levels.
Anyway looks like the lovely sojourn into paradise has now been replaced by a train and I'll never really get to know whats its like to walk over that track.
This incident forced me to think about the number of 'Trains' I have missed in the past. I must admit, I could almost give Southern Railways competition with the number of trains that popped up.
Why is it that we all fail to live for the moment? Certain things are better experienced now than later.You never know, they might just bite the dust of time waiting for us forever...
I’ve seen it in so many people, not doing things at one time thanks to a common stunted opinion of waiting for a better time in the future... I guess we have come to an age where missing 'Trains' has become the mantra of the day.Where is the fun in doing something at an age where you dont experience it the same way you would've at an appropriate age? Take traveling for example, I don’t care how many people tell you to believe that you can always travel the world when you are old,but trust me and I’ve seen quite a lot of old people, something gets into you when you get older, its a gooey sticky thing that makes you scared of everything and makes you dread change and of course to make things even better old age is synonymous with all kinds of ailments and who wants to carry truck loads of medication to stay alive when you would rather just carry a camera!
It’s the destination sadly all of us are focused on, but as the famous quote goes; for an ideal traveler it’s the journey that counts and not the destination... And anyway our destinations have already been scripted for us, so why miss the journey which is so breath taking?
Come to think of it, our so called journey in life is quite similar to a train ride. Here you are sitting by the window and looking at the lovely scenery whiz by. There is no coming back unless you travel on the same path again and you never know time might have sniped the scenery in your absence...
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Gyaan of the day...
"Never ever suffer from 'the feeling to share' in front of someone who doesnt value the same things as you in life... on second thoughts, dont ever suffer from such delusional crap anyway."
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
The devil called CHANGE...
Change is ineveitable but is it desirable?
Aren't certain things in life just nice the way they are? Why do we insist on change?Im perfectly happy when i react the same way as a 3 year old to a chocalate ice-cream or a surprise gift from a friend .Why do i need to be dignified and calm when i dont feel like it at all!!!
You would say i missed an important lesson in changing over from a kid to an adult over there...
But whats the big deal with this change anyway , why would you want to slowly kill a part of you that reacts perfectly normal to fit certain standards of society?
We call change a measure of growing up... is it really growing up or is it growing the inhibition within ourselves?We surely have changed a lot as children but there is no growing up here, its just a matter of altering yourself to behave as society does...
Can't we ever live life like we did in the past? Why does our present and future have to be different from the past? Why do we need to behave differently with the same people and situations in a different way, especially if the initial way was good?
I guess change is desirable only if it transforms you like it does to a flower bud and turns it to fully bloomed flower,doesnt alter your essence just enhances it.
Aren't certain things in life just nice the way they are? Why do we insist on change?Im perfectly happy when i react the same way as a 3 year old to a chocalate ice-cream or a surprise gift from a friend .Why do i need to be dignified and calm when i dont feel like it at all!!!
You would say i missed an important lesson in changing over from a kid to an adult over there...
But whats the big deal with this change anyway , why would you want to slowly kill a part of you that reacts perfectly normal to fit certain standards of society?
We call change a measure of growing up... is it really growing up or is it growing the inhibition within ourselves?We surely have changed a lot as children but there is no growing up here, its just a matter of altering yourself to behave as society does...
Can't we ever live life like we did in the past? Why does our present and future have to be different from the past? Why do we need to behave differently with the same people and situations in a different way, especially if the initial way was good?
I guess change is desirable only if it transforms you like it does to a flower bud and turns it to fully bloomed flower,doesnt alter your essence just enhances it.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Nayi packet mein cheez purani...
You would exclaim the same too after you picked up a copy of the so called 'New improved Femina' magazine.
The Ads of course announce a different story about the mag.I must admit that the ads are something different, they portray 'Women with substance' to quote a cliche.
I have no complaints with the ads, they serve the purpose and make you spend for the magazine to find out whether it really is what its advertisements claim.One look at it and you know that its the same old recycled nonsense about how and why the only occupation for women should be to preen themselves and their cooking skills for men.
All right, they portray a lot of woman in the mag...now where is the substance you ask? Of course its the advertisement brochures which occupies almost 40% of the mag... so if you want glamour with advertisements or your simply bored with the rusty look of the purposeful free ads newspaper booklet pick up a femina mag...
They should consider putting a disclaimer on the mag stating that 'Conformity with the ads shoud not be expected and is not regretted'.
The Ads of course announce a different story about the mag.I must admit that the ads are something different, they portray 'Women with substance' to quote a cliche.
I have no complaints with the ads, they serve the purpose and make you spend for the magazine to find out whether it really is what its advertisements claim.One look at it and you know that its the same old recycled nonsense about how and why the only occupation for women should be to preen themselves and their cooking skills for men.
All right, they portray a lot of woman in the mag...now where is the substance you ask? Of course its the advertisement brochures which occupies almost 40% of the mag... so if you want glamour with advertisements or your simply bored with the rusty look of the purposeful free ads newspaper booklet pick up a femina mag...
They should consider putting a disclaimer on the mag stating that 'Conformity with the ads shoud not be expected and is not regretted'.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Ponniyin selvan -An experience
I've been meaning to write about this epic from ages. but never really put pen to paper...
The truth is any amount of reviews or words explaining this book would be wasted and it would not even begin to encompass the true beauty of this book.How do u explain an experience?(Ponniyin Selvan to me is an experience , not just another good book).There is always a possibility that my expression might dilute the reality or override your true experience with the book.
Ponniyin Selvan unlike other novels doesn't just string together events, rather it creates a melody of events which presents itself as a perfect background for the mating of the prose of the mind and the poetic characters.
Each character is well rounded and defined.This is a huge task,given the scad amount of characters in PS. Take for example the character of Poonkuzhali's father,Thyagar Vidangar,this character gets almost obscured amongst the main ones ,but Kalki has defined even Thyagar using his other character,Aniruddha Bhramayar.No word or sentence in the book can be termed repetitive .
It is a book which gently ebbs you onto a plane of imagination and from there weaves forth the Chozha country and its denizens for you.
More on PS yet to come... this is just the beginning.
The truth is any amount of reviews or words explaining this book would be wasted and it would not even begin to encompass the true beauty of this book.How do u explain an experience?(Ponniyin Selvan to me is an experience , not just another good book).There is always a possibility that my expression might dilute the reality or override your true experience with the book.
Ponniyin Selvan unlike other novels doesn't just string together events, rather it creates a melody of events which presents itself as a perfect background for the mating of the prose of the mind and the poetic characters.
Each character is well rounded and defined.This is a huge task,given the scad amount of characters in PS. Take for example the character of Poonkuzhali's father,Thyagar Vidangar,this character gets almost obscured amongst the main ones ,but Kalki has defined even Thyagar using his other character,Aniruddha Bhramayar.No word or sentence in the book can be termed repetitive .
It is a book which gently ebbs you onto a plane of imagination and from there weaves forth the Chozha country and its denizens for you.
More on PS yet to come... this is just the beginning.
Monday, September 17, 2007
The saga of buckets, cups,spoons and the like...
This is basically an astonishing (not to mention ashamed) revist back to good old english grammar basics.
All these days whenever I had to use the plural form of 'bucketful' or 'cupful' i would actually go ahead and say "bucketsful and cupsful" but apparently it isnt the correct usage ... you would need to use 'bucketfuls' and 'cupfuls' instead...
The word 'bucketful' is actually a compund noun and in all such cases you would have to include an's' at the end of the complete compounded word not in the middle.
And i was under the impression that guessing plurals of singular objects would be childs play
:-(
All these days whenever I had to use the plural form of 'bucketful' or 'cupful' i would actually go ahead and say "bucketsful and cupsful" but apparently it isnt the correct usage ... you would need to use 'bucketfuls' and 'cupfuls' instead...
The word 'bucketful' is actually a compund noun and in all such cases you would have to include an's' at the end of the complete compounded word not in the middle.
And i was under the impression that guessing plurals of singular objects would be childs play
:-(
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Dancing in the Rain!!!
No...It isnt about any romantic movie where the couple meet in the rain and dance away till the end... Its just how unique everyone feels when it starts raining.
I have not till date come across any one single person who feels absolutely neutral about rain.The feelings move from pure happiness,wonder etc to absolute disgust regarding whats gonna happen to the wet clothes and the filthy streets etc etc and they never for once stop at the neutral zone...
No sir,not a single inert mind you would find that accompanies rain...thats the magic of rain for you.
But of all the myriad feelings rain evokes , singing and dancing seem to be the most popular ones...ever wondered why? Look at most movies or even advertisements for that matter, if you have rain you either have a song or a dance or both.. and of course if its an indian movie we are talking about more than just dance and song im sure...
For most other people its garam chai and yummy pakodas.... and im surely not complaining about this one :-).
Again some people would love to read a book when it rains.Come on, where is the fun in that! You are just gonna be looking into the book and concentrating more on the book not giving the rain its due respect!
I personally would love to talk a walk in the rain...not sing or dance just a plain good old walk down some road with lots of trees and without other curious human eyes...
There doesnt seem to be any logical explanation for why people feel what they do when it rains.
But who cares anyway...as the saying goes you can either love it or hate it but you definitely cannot ignore rain.
I have not till date come across any one single person who feels absolutely neutral about rain.The feelings move from pure happiness,wonder etc to absolute disgust regarding whats gonna happen to the wet clothes and the filthy streets etc etc and they never for once stop at the neutral zone...
No sir,not a single inert mind you would find that accompanies rain...thats the magic of rain for you.
But of all the myriad feelings rain evokes , singing and dancing seem to be the most popular ones...ever wondered why? Look at most movies or even advertisements for that matter, if you have rain you either have a song or a dance or both.. and of course if its an indian movie we are talking about more than just dance and song im sure...
For most other people its garam chai and yummy pakodas.... and im surely not complaining about this one :-).
Again some people would love to read a book when it rains.Come on, where is the fun in that! You are just gonna be looking into the book and concentrating more on the book not giving the rain its due respect!
I personally would love to talk a walk in the rain...not sing or dance just a plain good old walk down some road with lots of trees and without other curious human eyes...
There doesnt seem to be any logical explanation for why people feel what they do when it rains.
But who cares anyway...as the saying goes you can either love it or hate it but you definitely cannot ignore rain.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bitten/Tagged by a fellow travel bug...
I've been tagged to list the new 7 wonders of the world which i've already visited and 3 which i wud like to visit...
Well here's a sad one ...ive not visited any of the new 7 wonders...yep not even Taj Mahal ...
Well here's a sad one ...ive not visited any of the new 7 wonders...yep not even Taj Mahal ...
:-(
Now if i had to pick out 3 places in the list which i could visit it would be
Now if i had to pick out 3 places in the list which i could visit it would be
1. Machu Pichu in Peru definitely...
There is something about mysterious places and long lost civilisation concepts which pulls me..and of course the fact that it was an Inca civilisation settlement really intrigues me to visit that place.
http://www.sacredsites.com/americas/peru/machu_picchu.html
2.Chichén Itzá,Mexico
Again mystery civisilation -Mayan civilisation this time...Mayan civilisation was considered to be phenomenally ahead of its times... would love to visit this place and have a look at everything these guys used before we even dreamt of it ...No idea how they got extinct...
http://www.mysteriousplaces.com/mayan/TourEntrance.html
3.And of course the Taj Mahal
Simply becuase i have to see it for myself and find out what the fuss is all about....and why its a crime that ive not visited it yet.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Dumb,Dumber,Dumbest
I always thought it would be extremely difficult to find instances of Dumb,Dumber and Dumbest in one single day and in one single person, but well lets just say i got extremely lucky!!!!
Let me recount the lucky incident for the benefit of mankind in general.
A few days back i saw this person trying to cross a 4 lane road with a divider in between.
Im blessed to have witnessed dumbness coz he like a whole bunch of idiots was trying to cross the road where there was no crossing indicated for pedestrians.
Dumber coz it was a blind curve and he was the only dare devil who decided to cross over at that point where every vehicle driver would be possesed by Schumacher's spirit...
And finally the dumbest simply coz he decided to keep watch on the other side of the road (the place where he eventually wanted to go) while crossing instead of looking in the direction where the vehicles were approaching him.....
Let me recount the lucky incident for the benefit of mankind in general.
A few days back i saw this person trying to cross a 4 lane road with a divider in between.
Im blessed to have witnessed dumbness coz he like a whole bunch of idiots was trying to cross the road where there was no crossing indicated for pedestrians.
Dumber coz it was a blind curve and he was the only dare devil who decided to cross over at that point where every vehicle driver would be possesed by Schumacher's spirit...
And finally the dumbest simply coz he decided to keep watch on the other side of the road (the place where he eventually wanted to go) while crossing instead of looking in the direction where the vehicles were approaching him.....
Monday, July 16, 2007
Unexplained Corelations
Its strange that certain words remind u of something which is in no way related to the actual meaning of the word.
For example whenever i hear the word 'Test' im always reminded of sugar water.... sounds weird i know... and "Russia" reminds me of Mysore pak!!!!!
For some crazy reason the correlation is to food though...
For example whenever i hear the word 'Test' im always reminded of sugar water.... sounds weird i know... and "Russia" reminds me of Mysore pak!!!!!
For some crazy reason the correlation is to food though...
Friday, June 22, 2007
Lamentations of a dormant blogger
One of my dear friends asked me why its been a year since my last post. I couldve answered right away using the mode of communication that i seem to utilise better than any (yaking of course ) But i felt this was a more appropriate medium.
Anyway, i did decide to think over his question and i came up with more questions about my blogging abilities.
For starters its really weird that i have so much to write about but I just cannot get myself to actually write abt it. I guess its the classical problem of trying to put my thoughts on paper.That sounds pretty derogatory so i would rather think that maybe by the time i want to write about the 1st thing i thought up of, I've already thought up of a good 10 other things...Fast thinking girl u c :-P
Now here is the second problem, When I start thinking I'm on a roll and i can write the history of the world down,i get bogged down by the presentation ,u have to worry about all the spellings and grammar and etc etc.It feels like I'm trying to correct an English essay paper :-(
I mean cmon it's a blog do we really need to compose anything in perfect English? ( i must confess though that i actually checked the spellings for this one ;-P)
Of course there is this other major thing of trying to actually log in to blog spot and compose Ur post...I know im sounding like one major lazy bum,. but thts the truth... even the composing part of it seems ok, but logging into ur blog post account is such a pain...
This time though im going to do some justice to my blog, inspite of all the major hurdles that ive already written about.
Anyway, i did decide to think over his question and i came up with more questions about my blogging abilities.
For starters its really weird that i have so much to write about but I just cannot get myself to actually write abt it. I guess its the classical problem of trying to put my thoughts on paper.That sounds pretty derogatory so i would rather think that maybe by the time i want to write about the 1st thing i thought up of, I've already thought up of a good 10 other things...Fast thinking girl u c :-P
Now here is the second problem, When I start thinking I'm on a roll and i can write the history of the world down,i get bogged down by the presentation ,u have to worry about all the spellings and grammar and etc etc.It feels like I'm trying to correct an English essay paper :-(
I mean cmon it's a blog do we really need to compose anything in perfect English? ( i must confess though that i actually checked the spellings for this one ;-P)
Of course there is this other major thing of trying to actually log in to blog spot and compose Ur post...I know im sounding like one major lazy bum,. but thts the truth... even the composing part of it seems ok, but logging into ur blog post account is such a pain...
This time though im going to do some justice to my blog, inspite of all the major hurdles that ive already written about.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
A Brainy Entangle
Can a brain transplant change the complete character of a person?
Everyone who has studied basic high school science knows that the brain dominates most of our day to day activities.Any stimulus we receive from the external world is analyzed and stored and then utilized at a later date from the brain.We all acknowledge that the brain literally dictates everything from how we perceive the society to how we interact with people.
So all in all we agree that the brain defines us as an individual, it defines our basic character and also the way we react to situations.
Coming back to my original question… can a brain transplant change the way we think, act and perceive the world around us?
If yes then to ensure world peace all we need to do is catch hold of all the terrorists and transplant their brains with that of normal peace loving citizens.
:-)
Is it really that easy?
Or on the flip side can we transplant the brian of a lion with that of a dog and watch a sea change in behaviour?????????
There may be a lot of ethical issues related to such ‘Brain Transplants’.
Is it possible to surgically change a few knots in the brain and make a person behave differently?
Hmmm… lots of questions about the brain and no concrete answers…
Friday, July 28, 2006
Allah ke bandhe
Here are the lyrics of an awesome song....
Wont talk much abt wht listening to this song does to me...U have to close your eyes and listen
to this song...
Its beauty in all its simplicity...
:-)
Wont talk much abt wht listening to this song does to me...U have to close your eyes and listen
to this song...
Its beauty in all its simplicity...
Toota Toota Ek Parinda Aise Toota
Ke Phir Jud Naa Paaya
Loota Loota Kisne Usko Aise Loota
Ke Phir Ud Naa Paaya
O O O O Toota Toota Ek Parinda Aise Toota
Ke Phir Jud Naa Paaya
Loota Loota Kisne Usko Aise Loota
Ke Phir Ud Naa Paaya
Girta Hua Woh Asma Se
Aakar Gira Zameen Par
Khwabon Mein Phir Bhi Badal Hi The
Woh Kehta Raha Magar
Ke Allah Ke Bande Hasde Allah Ke Bande
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Allah Ke Bande
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega
Kho Ke Aapne Par Hi To Usne Tha Ud Naa Sikha
Kho Ke Aapne Par Hi To O O O
Kho Ke Aapne Par Hi To Usne Tha Ud Naa Sikha
Gham Ko Aapne Saath Mein Lele Dard Bhi Tere Kaam Aayega
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Allah Ke Bande
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Allah Ke Bande
Allah Ke Bande Hasde Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega
Aa Aa Aaa
Tukde Tuke Ho Gaya Tha Har Sapna Jab Woh Toota
Tukde Tuke Ho Gaya Tha Aa Aaa Aa
Tukde Tuke Ho Gaya Tha Har Sapna Jab Woh Toota
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Saturday, July 22, 2006
Muzikaaalllll Indiyaaaa.......
Have you ever noticed or rather keenly observed the musical scene in
What is it about music and movies in our country? The whole gamut of musicians ( read that as the whole range of music directors, singers, guys who play instruments etc) are recognized by a complete nation only if they sing/ compose or do something for a movie.. And when I say a movie it cannot just be any movie... it has to be a complete recognizable”Apna Bollywood flick”
We have a great talent pool of music directors ranging from AR Rahman, Illayaraj Shankar Ehsaan Loy etc to the great RD Burman in the past. So what happened? Why have all their best been only for movies?Are our musicians guilty of not looking beyond the confines of a movie? I’m just curious to know in what way movies govern the musical talent of our country. Even if they do end up making individual music albums... they don’t last as long or to be put plainly they just don’t sell enough…
Take the case of someone like Bombay Jayshree, she is a classical singer and has been rendering great songs for ages but it took a ‘Zara Zara’ or a ‘Vaseegara’ for the whole country to sit up and take notice of her.Bismillah Khan is just fine, but ironically he would fade in popularity when compared to an Anu Mallik.
If you observe any other Non Asian country, the scene there is just the contrary... you have a lot of people churning out albums, the dependency on movies to make their music big is just not prevalent.
Now here is the catch, people in
So do we appreciate our music makers more when they are in a filmi setting rather than an individualistic setting ?
Or .............
Do we need to relate to Indian music in particular in a more movie like setting?
Or..............
is it something about the visuals that attracts us more to music from movies? Does that explain why a Shakira CD would sell more than an Illayaraj or Rahman CD?
Monday, January 23, 2006
PARITRANA- Is this finally the true long awaited "For the people,by the people and of the people"?
I was a bit shocked when I read the news a group a 5 IITians have floated a political party called Paritrana in
Tanmay Rajpurohit (National President)
B. Tech (Aerospace) IIT Bombay, MS (Aerospace) Georgia Tech. USA, MA (Economics)NewYork, USA.
Ajit Ashwalayan Shukla (National Vice-President)
B. Tech (Mechanical) IIT
Amit Beesen (National Vice-President)
B. Tech (Mechanical) IIT
Santhanagopalan Vasudev (Chief Advisor)
B.S. (Physics)
Chandrashekhar (National Treasurer)
B. Tech. (Computer Sc.) IIT
Dheeraj Kumbhat (National General Secretary)
Clearly having an array of degrees after your name does not necessarily make the political party the best but it definitely paves a ray of hope that something different and something concrete could happen here. It sounds,looks and feels like straight out of the movie "Yuva" .
The whole concept is idealistic and a highly audacious move in a country like ours where an IIM graduate was murdered for thinking straight.
It stands a risk of sounding more like a dream, but I hope this is where their motto “May you be as tough as rock” from the Rig Veda comes into the picture. I for one hope that this party succeeds in making a mark on the country unlike the others.
The guys are proposing to tour a few cities in
Friday, December 09, 2005
Ms Blue and her kind.....
I had actually thought that my first article (or whatever it is they call these things that you put up on your blog) would not be a crib story. But of course, circumstances decided otherwise...
Anyway here goes the cribby wibby story, I was off to lunch today afternoon like any other decent,self respecting software engineer. I walked all the way down to my canteen which is another block and about 10 minutes walk from my so called IT block…. It was already 2.15 Pm and most of the software engineers supposedly “working”(before anyone takes offense its Friday today… so I don’t think I need to expain the supposedly working part of it) in the IT blocks had finished their lunch…
I reach the Canteen and stand like a Good girl in the small Q to pay for my food and collect my food coupon when all of a sudden breezing through the canteen door a woman entered ( the perfect hindi cinema symbol for Ms goody two shoes.. whom our IT guys would have called the perfect configuration.. she was packaged completely in a nice salwar kameez hair done nice and to add the overall touch a mangalsutra J and a bindi of course), so Ms “Blue”( ill call her blue for various reasons 1. she was wearing a Blue dress and 2. the thing she did made me want to beat her Blue) decides to bypass all the 4 fools who have been standing in the Q and reaches right to the counter .. Mind u there is already a poor innocent (if u can actually use that term on a Software engineer) guy holding out his 20 odd rupees waiting for the coupon guy to give him a coupon…. But our Ms blue does not bother about this guy... after all she is a WOMAN and to hell with unisex rules like (only if thy are physically disabled can thou be given preferential treatment else u can take a hike dude/dudette etc etc ) anyway she holds out her 20 odd rupees and takes her coupon and actually decides to walk away, when one brave woman ( Duh.. its obviously me ) in the Q right behind Mr. Innocent decides to confront Ms blue and asks her “ didn’t u realize there was a Q????”
And…. (I wish I could announce prizes for guessing Ms blues reply… but im still a software engineer and I hate sharing wealth so I might as well give u the ans.. keeps me richer that way J ) Ms Blue whips around to face me … she coolly replies “Oh ... I didn’t realize “and walks away……..
Ahem Ahem Ahem …….
Nice story right?
But here is the irony; this is not a stray occurrence as most of you know... It happens in every walk and platform of life… what is with people and their aversion to Qs .. Nobody ever wants to wait in a Q….
The same incident occurs when you are waiting for your company bus or any other damn transportation with more than 3 people... It is what my Friend describes as a “Flockish” behavior… I Mean gimme a break humans.. What is it with crowding the entrance like nincompoops? U can neither get in yourself coz u are standing in an odd position with your hand holding the handle bar near the bus door and of course your body can be located if we forcibly pried out 2 other similar nincompoops who are in front of you…
It’s become a tradition... Whenever there are more than 2 people and the bus stops we have to run and crowd around it irrespective if we are respectable educated software engineers who have gone onsite umpteen times and wouldn’t be caught dead doing similar things there or if we are uneducated people who just haven’t heard of the word “Queue” or if we are the kind who just run because.. Hey everyone else is running …
We all get so upset with these things but no one complains and no one even bothers to change……
Anyway here goes the cribby wibby story, I was off to lunch today afternoon like any other decent,self respecting software engineer. I walked all the way down to my canteen which is another block and about 10 minutes walk from my so called IT block…. It was already 2.15 Pm and most of the software engineers supposedly “working”(before anyone takes offense its Friday today… so I don’t think I need to expain the supposedly working part of it) in the IT blocks had finished their lunch…
I reach the Canteen and stand like a Good girl in the small Q to pay for my food and collect my food coupon when all of a sudden breezing through the canteen door a woman entered ( the perfect hindi cinema symbol for Ms goody two shoes.. whom our IT guys would have called the perfect configuration.. she was packaged completely in a nice salwar kameez hair done nice and to add the overall touch a mangalsutra J and a bindi of course), so Ms “Blue”( ill call her blue for various reasons 1. she was wearing a Blue dress and 2. the thing she did made me want to beat her Blue) decides to bypass all the 4 fools who have been standing in the Q and reaches right to the counter .. Mind u there is already a poor innocent (if u can actually use that term on a Software engineer) guy holding out his 20 odd rupees waiting for the coupon guy to give him a coupon…. But our Ms blue does not bother about this guy... after all she is a WOMAN and to hell with unisex rules like (only if thy are physically disabled can thou be given preferential treatment else u can take a hike dude/dudette etc etc ) anyway she holds out her 20 odd rupees and takes her coupon and actually decides to walk away, when one brave woman ( Duh.. its obviously me ) in the Q right behind Mr. Innocent decides to confront Ms blue and asks her “ didn’t u realize there was a Q????”
And…. (I wish I could announce prizes for guessing Ms blues reply… but im still a software engineer and I hate sharing wealth so I might as well give u the ans.. keeps me richer that way J ) Ms Blue whips around to face me … she coolly replies “Oh ... I didn’t realize “and walks away……..
Ahem Ahem Ahem …….
Nice story right?
But here is the irony; this is not a stray occurrence as most of you know... It happens in every walk and platform of life… what is with people and their aversion to Qs .. Nobody ever wants to wait in a Q….
The same incident occurs when you are waiting for your company bus or any other damn transportation with more than 3 people... It is what my Friend describes as a “Flockish” behavior… I Mean gimme a break humans.. What is it with crowding the entrance like nincompoops? U can neither get in yourself coz u are standing in an odd position with your hand holding the handle bar near the bus door and of course your body can be located if we forcibly pried out 2 other similar nincompoops who are in front of you…
It’s become a tradition... Whenever there are more than 2 people and the bus stops we have to run and crowd around it irrespective if we are respectable educated software engineers who have gone onsite umpteen times and wouldn’t be caught dead doing similar things there or if we are uneducated people who just haven’t heard of the word “Queue” or if we are the kind who just run because.. Hey everyone else is running …
We all get so upset with these things but no one complains and no one even bothers to change……
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