tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423936285064440512024-03-13T13:34:08.451+05:30Eye of The NeedleGreat minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-37061606428290841622009-09-22T11:59:00.002+05:302009-09-22T12:10:51.420+05:30Movies- The good ones just keep comingThe last 4 movies that I have watched, have all just been amazing stuff. All 4 different types of movies, but for no moment did any of them stop to Amaze me. The 4 being Up(English-Cartoon), Unnaipol Oruvan(Tamil), Oru Pennum Randaanum(Malayalam) and Kaminey(Hindi). If I were asked to choose the best 1 among the 4, I'm sure it would'nt be possible, each one may be called the best in its respective class. I've already written about Kaminey and it stands out for Priyanka and Shahid's performances. Oru Pennum Randaanum is directed by Adoor Gopalkrishnan, who is prolly the finest director today. No, the movie is not an entertainer, but every shot in it will tell you just how great a story teller Adoor is. A period movie that it is, has been captured perfectly will in an amazing style. But you might doze off as I did, considering its not a masala movie. Art at its best.<br />Going to Unnaipol Oruvan. A remake of "Wednesday". This one is great too, but no not as good as the Hindi version. Its just a treat to watch Kamal and Lal on one screen. Kamal is not as convincing as Naseeruddin Shah and Lal outperforms him, but the movie is just a treat. A few unnecessary scenes make it slightly less crisp than the Hindi version. But then thats expected of a Tamil movie.<br />UP is just the cutest movie you'll see in a long long time. The characters, you'll keep them close to your heart. You'll cry and you'll laugh. I would'nt suggest you watch the other 3 movies, but this one is a must watch. Its as much for the older people as for the kids, probably much more for grown ups. <br />I wish more n more of such movies keep getting made, or I'll have to step in and make a sequel to "ONE LAST TIME". :pAditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-33183245730215740912009-08-28T09:13:00.004+05:302009-08-28T13:39:38.425+05:30Its Awefome!I left offife at Five forty. And the fow was at fix. Drove at moderate feeds, but managed to reach on time. But the ticket counter guy told me the movie began 4 mintef back. Got the ticketf and got in any way. The firft 15 minutef me n my friend could not underfand a thing. But then flowly we did fart(oopf not really) getting a feel of the movie. Not for one moment doef it fail to entertain you. Thofe who have read my '<a href="http://adityajay.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-meet-at-all.html">Why meet at all</a>' blog will know I dont like this chocolate hero much. But boy what a performance he haf put up af Charlie. Guddu is good too. And Priyanka is amazing. The rest of the caft, well no commentf. They all have juft put up an amazing performanfe. No fingle scene where u feel comedy has been forfed into the movie. It all looked so amazingly natural. Hatf off to the director. I'm giving thif 9 on 10. Two hourf and 15 minutef later we came out and agreed on fomething for the firft time! 'The Movie was great'. And I'll watch it again!<br />If you aint feen thif, you miffing something great!<br />Padne ke baad to aapko lagega ifne har baar fa ko fa nahi kaha, lekin Charlie ne har ek dialogue mein fa ko fa hi bola..Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-14130309206320185872009-08-22T14:09:00.015+05:302009-08-22T15:10:48.641+05:30First FlightIt was the first time I got into an aircraft. In fact reached the airport a good one and a half hour before the scheduled reporting time. Too early, and I could not even go have a smoke cos I had my parents standing right next to me. Could not send them back home, cos they'd not come to see me off, they were... Wait, I was traveling with them to Delhi. And we sat there and sat there and sat there. I rated 21 air hostesses(or the staff, who cares) and another 47 passengers(or their relatives, who cares). Yes, I was counting too! As the 68th beautiful damsel(its another fact that I'd rated many of them one out of ten, but this one got an 8), I heard an announcement that I cant exactly recall, but it definitely got us moving to the 'god-knows-what-name' lounge. As we stood there I saw 3 tunnels. And a display above each one giving the flight number and Destination. No I did not think it was the aircraft parked there. But then we took one of the tunnels, which turned out to be just 10meters long and we were in to the runway. No wait it was not the runway, it was... uh whatever the name was. That was where aircrafts were parked. But then we got into a bus from there. It wasn't recession so there was no way I'd think they'd take us to Delhi in a bus with Jet Airways, I think, written all over it. Not that I would have had a problem with that, the bus was just amazing, for someone used to traveling by BMTC. Well those were before the days of Volvos and Marcopolos and the Mercs buses(Yes you can find Mercedes buses running on Bangalore-Mysore route now). As I got out of the bus, there stood a majestic Boeing 737(go verify that :p). Oow I'm getting into this! I'd love to see that 8/10 air-hostess on board getting me chocolate candies. As we got in we were greeted by No. 69, 5.5/10. She had a tray in hand with some dumb(is that teh word) chocolates. As we entered the cabin. No wait not the cabin, or was it. Whatever, No 70 4/10 now took us to our seats. The seat numbers were F something, cant recall the exact numbers. I didnt want the window seat, I wanted to be closer to where No 68 would come. So I let dad have the window seat and luckily no one came to take the middle seat. Some more time I sat there and No 70 kept walking around. It was time for take off! Lights were glowing. Seat belt time. Some one spoke over the speakers while No 70 stood at the front and proved she'd watched the Sunday 1pm(i think) news on DD1 regularly. I looked upto check if the oxygen masks would come down. They didnt. Now the flight started moving slowly. Taxiing is what they call it. I looked out of the window. Nothing worthwhile, but I knew we were on the runway(yes it was). Now there was sudden acceleration and no I was not thrown back. A few seconds and I could make out the difference in sound(well I think I did) as the flight took off. Wow that really was a sight as I saw HAL and Marathalli under us. Someone, Must have been the captain or the pilot(are both the same?), kept telling us the altitude. After some time I didnt know the altitude, but I could see the clouds. Did I tell you, theyd given us some wet towels. Didnt know what that was for, but I just aped dad. I eagerly waited for an announcement saying 'We're running into rough weather, expect some turbulence'. Ah no such thing did happen, but they announced they'd be serving lunch. I picked up a newspaper or a magazine, jet airways one.. Still turned around the pages. The trolley meanwhile reached our seat. I slowly looked up expecting No 68 or even a good enough No. 71. Eyes met her chest. And then up, beard! Up, turban! She was a he. A sardarji. "Veg or Non-veg sir" he asked twice. My dad said some thing. I took the parcel from him, disappointment all over my face. The food was not bad, in fact was good. Nice fish curry and all. Three hours after getting into the flight(or was it 3.5) one more announcement to fasten our seat belts. And whoo the touch down gave me a better high than the take off. One day I'd want to fly something similar. We got out of the flight and into the bus and I started counting again, 71, 72, 73. We waited for our baggage near a chain or a belt(Now I realize that I dont know the names for a lot of things, including the 81 rated pieces, which went upto 97 by the time, I got into my brothers car. I actually wanted to write a story here, but turned out to be something else. Any way I've written and that after 3 months! Good job Adi.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-53230326246503234642009-02-16T14:01:00.002+05:302009-02-16T14:08:41.230+05:30V-Day BluesI heard the constant clatter of vessels, as I drifted out of my dreams. I could hear mom murmuring, irritated at all of us sleeping till eternity. All of us included my dad and sister. My eyelids opened up, adjusting to the light of another day. I looked at the ceiling and 'Yawn'. My hand automatically moved, drifted under the pillow and emerged with the Nokia 5300. This has been a routine for the past 4 years. I pressed the disconnect button and watched the LCD glow to tell me it was 11:23AM. Right below it, was written 14-02-2009. I put down the mobile phone and rolled around towards the window and gently eased it open. I glanced outside to see, the neighbor aunt walk out the back door with a bucket full of clothes. Her son followed her out with a red baloon in hand. Thats when something bothered me. I jumped up and picked up my mobile to look at the date once again. Valentines day! Priya! SouthIndese! Muthalik! Red Roses! Baloons! Ram Sena! 11 o'clock! Lunch! Hold my hand and walk! Pink Chaddis! Will you be my Valentine!! A host of thoughts ran across my mind. I looked at my mobile once again and noticed something that had not caught my attention till then. '9 Missed Calls' it screamed. I pressed 'Show' and it did show me 9 rows with Priya's name all over. Oh oww.. I pressed Call and waited impatiently listening to Brian Adams tellin me 'Everything I do I do it for you'.<br />No Answer. I tried a couple more times and then jumped off the bed. Shot off to the bathroom and was ready in 10minutes.<br />My mom walked into the room just as I pocketed my wallet.<br />'Where you going?'<br />'Hmmm.. errr.. Office...' and I put my head into my cupboard to emerge out with my ID Card.<br />She stared at me and said 'Go have breakfast'<br />No! I had no time to argue. I jumped onto the dining table and gulped down the tea and had one dosa. My dog came down to me and started licking my feet. I pushed him away slowly and went out of the house. Literally ran to the bus stop and waited there for what seemed like eternity. 'You dont have a bike, Dont fall in love' I realized.<br />I got into the bus and purchased a ticket to Shivajinagar. I picked up my mobile phone and called her once again. Nope! No replies.<br />Yesterday she'd mocked me saying, 'I'll wait for you! For ever!' . She must be dead angry with me and waiting at SouthIndese. She wouldnt be angry with me after Chettinad Chicken and Duck Vinadloo and finally Tropical Iceberg. Girls have a weird sense of taste.<br />After what was 'unusually' high Saturday Traffic, I reached Shivajinagar. Popped into an Auto and asked for '100ft rd, Indira Nagar'. I got out of the Auto paid the guy, picked up my mobile and confirmed it was 12:16PM. I slowly walked into the Restaurant. The guy at the entrance asked me 'Do you have a booking, sir?'<br />Uhh I did not know what should have been my reply. 'Yes.. Just came to have a look'<br />He looked back at me wondering 'Is this a museum'. He opened the door either way. I walked in slowly, not knowing what had to be done.<br />'Beep Beep' My mobile announced that some one had sent me a message, helping me easy out of the 'I'm an Idiot look'. I picked up the mobile, flipped it open at the same time looking around. 'Incomming Message Priya'. I stood there and read the message 'Come out'.<br />I smiled, pocketed the mobile and walked out with the door-keeper giving me that look again. I could not see her outside the restaurant. Must be hiding somewhere 'Weird Games, these girls play'.<br />I stood there looking around with that dumb look again. Someone tapped my shoulder, just then. Must be her I thought and did not turn around. Taps again and then a male voice 'Adiii'.<br />Now what! I turned around and met his eyes. Krishna. Beside him the ever so beautiful Priya stood there. He had his hands around her hip. She looked at me and the bitterness showed. Well could I really blame her? She did have a soft corner for him.<br />It seemed a long time before Krishna broke the silence 'We came out for lunch dude. What about you?'. Thats when I noticed the single red rose she was holding.<br />'Aah Was just passing by. Came to meet a friend'<br />She may not have told him, I was supposed to be there.<br />'Ok chal see you guys, have a nice time' I shook his hand and walked away.<br />I had barely walked a few feet, when I saw a Sumo whizz past and come to a screeching halt. And out stepped 7 guys holding saffron flags. The self proclaimed 'Protectors of Indian Ethos'. For once I liked them. Krishna and Priya were surrounded. I froze. Dont hurt her I prayed to the 'real' Krishna. And the big 175 pound guy picked out a Rakhi from his pocket. And the rest as you can see is the 70mm Smile on my face.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-25628383962684197182008-12-23T16:19:00.001+05:302008-12-23T16:19:23.776+05:30Revenge<div><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;">"Is it always like this? Is it the same way for every one else?" I used to think. I could almost see misery everywhere. Were the others too suffering like me? Most of them were I knew. And I knew for sure.<br />Does he love me as he claims to? I really cant be sure of that. I never can be. Every morning, every evening, he <span class="698184610-23122008">uses</span> me. He says, he feels great. He tells his friends, I'm great. How disgusting? How can a man be so cheap? I would wonder.<br />But I am getting used to all this. Its been two years, we've been bonded. And bonded they say for life. The initial few months we were inseparable. He would take very good care of me. Take me out. Introduce me to his friends. They all secretly were jealous of him, I know. A few of them were giving me those looks, trying to grab my attention. Looking all over me. I felt a bit weird, feeling like an exhibition show piece. They were hitting one me. But he loved me a lot, I thought.<br />But as time went by, he began showing his true colors. Or so I thought. He did not care much about me. He would leave me all alone for hours together. He would just come to me when he wanted and would leave me somewhere or anywhere. He did not care. And then that dreaded day came. I knew it would come. I knew it. He let one of his friends have me. "Just one hour" I heard them say. It bought tears to my eyes. But I obeyed him like the ever faithful wife. What else could I do?<br />He thinks he owns me. And may be he really does. What else could I do? No where I could go, in this cruel world. "All men are the same" I knew it. Yes, I knew it.<br />And then one day, we were going hand in hand. I knew it was coming. I knew it was coming. But I could not take insult no more. I knew it was coming. I did not warn him. And then it was just a flash. I watch him, now lying in a pool of blood underneath the lorry, next to the divider. I too have been wounded, but no wound compared to what I have been through. I lie here looking at him die. I may never be the same again, but I got my revenge in the end.<br />And for all the times he took pleasure, I finally proved I am "DEFINITELY MALE". </span></div>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-7895208370440651262008-12-11T12:41:00.000+05:302008-12-11T12:42:40.836+05:30The big Indian Double StandardDouble standards?<br />India along with Israel and USA are the countries most affected by terrorism. Well thats a notion most people in India and the west have. But in the past other European countries like Spain and UK have been at the receiving end of serious terror attacks. Well, these forms of terror need to be tackled. The USA has done it successfully. Israelis have been doing it but are yet to see complete success. Europe is united against terror and they look to have it under control. So that brings us to India. Attack after attack have been a common thing in India. We have lost over 50,000 lives to terror since Independence. And we still do not seem to have a concrete measure to tackle the issue. But post-Mumbai the government seems to have woken up and we have been promised concrete measures. But anyway that'll not be the point that I'll try to drive home.<br />How many of us have noticed the double standards that Indians have when it comes to tackle terror. There is one small country in the Southern hemisphere that has been witnessing a different kind of terror. And now for 38 years. Terror that is not related to a religion. If I were a media person I'd promptly name it 'Tamil Terror'. Why does India not recognize that Srilanka has been facing the same kind of terror in Jaffna that India has been witnessing in Kashmir. Its a group of separatist who want a country of their own. And what for? Do we not tell 'them', if u dont love India u may as well go away to Pakistan? Then why this double standard here? If one Armyman called 'some' politicians 'Jokers', why on earth is India so bothered? Why dont they mind their own business? The politicians say 'They are our people' so the feelings. If thats the case, then why not bring them back to our country, why should they be fighting another country and to break it up? Is there any logic there? And if they are ethnic Jaffnites, then why the heck should our people call them ours? Only because they speak the same language? Do you know that the LTTE is banned in 32 countries, including India. And we lost one of our most promising Prime Ministers to these terrorists. But still we have 'jokers' openly supporting them and there is nothing the country can do about it.<br />Let the country stand united and lets not interfere in some other country's internal issues.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-23267837691280213332008-12-04T18:57:00.003+05:302008-12-04T21:08:11.674+05:30You lost meI have voted four times. And none of the times have I seen a symbol other than the Lotus on the EVMs. Well, now thats gonna change. It all started with the BJP opposing the nuclear deal. Well if the country did not come first, then sorry buddy. And next was the very guy I voted for, Mr HT Sangliana, cross-voting. Sigh and it was not for the nuke deal. Next 6 MLAs from the opposition resign from the JD(S) and Congress and their seats too. All of them are inducted into the cabinet and they'll be fighting on a BJP ticket(Hope they all lose). And now look at the party's reaction after the Mumbai blasts. No Mr Advani, I admire you, but no my country comes first.<br />And hell no, I'm not gonna vote for any other of these political party(Congress, JD, Left, BSP or any other rotten eggs). Let me join the majority of youth who have no faith in democracy and will not vote. Will not vote until we the youth come forward with an alternative.<br />I want a safe India. One that is safe for all my countrymen and women.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"Krishna nee beganee baaro"<br />"Come back as anyone, comeback and save my India, our India"<br /><br /></span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-17486442178165951722008-10-24T19:10:00.005+05:302008-10-24T19:30:30.748+05:30Hindu Terrorists and Secularists..."Hindu Terrorists" .. "Hindus are terrorists as well".. "Hindu terror must be taken care of".. Brinda Karat and Amar Singh screaming on top of their voices. The same people if you remember, who were and are still are going all out to protect the so-called 'victims' of the Jamia encounter. They kept suggesting that Jihad had no religion. Yes we all agree, terror 'probably' does not have any religion.<br />We need to look at the Kashmir scenario. In 1941 when Kashmir pandits formed 15% of the population of J&K, they are now down to roughly 0.1%. Most people either migrated fearing for their lives or lost their lives. According to sources, 36289 lives have been lost in the valley between 1989 and 2003[<a href="http://www.satp.org/satporgtp/kpsgill/2003/chapter9.htm"> source: SATP ]</a>. This was the most successful ethinic cleansing ever to happen.<br />We live in a world where every 'sane' human being is threatened by 'Islamic Terror'. Be it the United States, Israel, Spain, UK or India. Millions of lives have been lost. But come home and the Left parties, Samajwadi Party and even the congress, seemed to have turned a blind eye to this fact.<br />All muslims are not terrorists. Everyone(politicians not included) of us believe this. My neighbor is not and can not be a terrorist, I'm sure. But then just because of the fact that 'Jihadi terrorists' are killing people at random all over the country does not mean people have to prove that 'Hindus' are terrorists as well. What this is doing is 'Diverting' the attention towards Bajrang Dal and other so called 'Hindu Terrorist' outfits. Will these so called 'hindu terrorists' be killing people(mind you they have not targetted 'random people', even after we put an end to the 'Jihadi Terror' that has gripped our country?<br />How safe is any one of us when we get out of our homes? I'm one of those people who believes that 'A Wednesday' was not an exaggeration. At least I'm sure that it wont be ' The Hindu Terrorists' that would killing me.<br />The 'protectors of minorities' claim that if we start pointing fingers at muslims blaming them for terrorism, we will be marginalizing them and driving the innocent Muslims towards terrorism too. Now that must be correct. But then in the first place, no one blamed <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALL</span> muslims for the acts of terror that the police have evidence that certain people from the same religion have committed. But then when the police arrest them, they are being framed! Great for the country. The shopkeeper near my house(A muslim) lives without fear. None of us suspect he will be a terrorist. But should not the real terrorists be put to death?<br />Hindu bashing seems to be the way our country is headed. First people put up pictures of Saraswati, Seetha, n all in the nude. Then others bring out literature claiming certain Hindu godesses were 'prostitutes'. Hindus all over the country live in fear. But then it was only time before a radical group came out and reacted. And reacting they have started with vengance. Now the same logic that applies to Muslims do not to the Hindus. Even if we feel marginalized we spineless Hindus will not react.<br />I do not support the acts of the Radical Hindu out fits. But just imagine, how much more longer do Hindus live in fear in their own country. If the Hindu hit back gets more wide spread, the country will only go to the dogs. Banning them will make no difference. The only solution is to control 'REAL TERROR' and make the normal Hindu, who by the way does not vote and so is not a big vote bank', feel safe in his country. Remember you can not clap with just one hand.<br />Stop Hindu bashing. Thats my request to the Pseudo-Secularists.<br />I only hope that the 'Jihadi Terror', 'Forcible Conversions' and all other acts that hurt Hindu sentiments have to be stopped. Or there will only be more and more Radical break away Hindu Outfits. I do not want my country to go to the dogs.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-83450169956885628842008-10-08T19:11:00.000+05:302008-10-08T19:12:23.371+05:30Symbol of Love<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;">"L<span class="862224013-08102008">a</span>dies of the gentlemen, Beautiful monument for Beautiful womans."<br />"Emperor Shah Jahan created, SYMBOL OF LOVE"<br />Ranjit went on. Ranjit had been doing the job of a Tourist Guide for 4 years at the Taj MAhal.He would act as a tour guide for the foreigners who came down by the 1000s everyday. He had even picked up a bit of French and German. He even had got business cards printed with his phone number.<br /></span><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Scarlett kept staring at him all along. She knew it was love at first sight. At the end of the one hour tour around the entire complex, they were out and people were paying Ranjit. Eventually it was all done and Ranjit stood there counting the money. Scarlett looked around. She was in a group of 4. They stood there discussing something, she never heard. They all were now looking at Scarlett who stood there staring at Ranjit. "Lunch time sweetie" Mark said and Scarlett jumped up in surprise. She eventually managed to convince them to carry on and that she would join them at the hotel in the evening. Scarlett walked to Ranjit who stood there staring back at her. She approached him and said "Can I buy you a drink"<br />He stood there looking perplexed and stunned. Too stunned to even speak. He finally said "Madam Yes"<br />In the evening Mark, Smith and Errica walked into the hotel lobby. They looked at Ranjit walk by. He smiled at them.<br />Smith stood staring at him. He turned around and said "Look at him blush. Whats Scarlett upto?" They all now walked back to their room. They knocked at the room where Scarlett would be. No response for 5 minutes and so they tried calling her mobile. They heard it ring from inside. They went on and called up the reception. Sameer came to the where the 3 stood with a master key in hand. He moved forward and slowly opened the room for them. He stepped back. Errica was the first to enter. She let out a scream.<br />Sameer slowly walked away looking a bit scared.<br /><br /><i>Ranjit walked out of Scarlett's room as she kissed him good bye and promised to meet him the next day. She stood at the door and watched him walk away. Sameer walked in from the other side. He saw Scarlett say good bye. Ranjit crossed across the lobby. Scarlett stood there. She walked back into the room leaving the door open. She was in a world of her own. She slowly feel onto her bed and lied down there. Sameer now stood at the door and looked at Scarlett. He looked at her beautiful feet. He kept staring at them for a minute and then slowly moved into the room and locked the door.</i><br /><br />Ranjit did not go back to the Taj for his evening 'shift'. He lay still in his bed thinking about her. He had met the love of his life. He head a few foot steps. Four policemen barged into his room and dragged him out.</span><br /></span></span>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-43877833611475079522008-09-02T16:06:00.000+05:302008-09-02T16:07:10.587+05:30The Rite<div> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Six men marched ahead. Three on each side, supporting the casket draped in the tri-colour. A few thousand people watched in awe. Stunned to silence, a pack of youngsters stood fighting back their tears. The six men proceeded towards the crematorium as the trumpets blared at the back. Slowly the coffin was lowered in breath-taking formation. They had practiced these a 1000 times, but when it came to a real human-being, one of them, it was different. Slowly the two men at the back lifted the flag and moved forward. A moment later the men at the center, like a pair of synchronized swimmers, moved forward. Finally the two men at the front picked up the front end. They moved in perfect co-ordination to form a perfect triangular fold of the flag. The general received the flag from the men, turned around and marched forward. The men again in two rows behind him marched synchronized. The general inched closer towards an old lady, at the front of the crowd. She stood there awestruck looking at the men in uniform march towards her. It had been just six months. Her son, in similar uniform had gotten into the train, waving his hands as the train moved. The 6-foot general standing in front of her, brought her back to reality. Her hands trembled as she received the national flag. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She lifted her head to look at the general. A proud mother she was. Beside her, stood a young girl, tears in her eyes. She could still recall, that day 20 years ago, when she stood beside her mother, receiving the flag. How Ironic "Like father Like son" her mother used to tease him, the way he used to sit in front of the TV watching their favorite movie. She felt a chill run down her spine, as she looked at her 1 year old son clinging on to his dad, unaware of what was going on around him.</span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-38116979880557939352008-05-28T10:41:00.001+05:302008-05-28T11:18:15.126+05:30My First Mistake and the effect<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >March 1983:</span><br /><br />I sat in one corner. The room was partially lit. I could see through the windows. I looked down through the window and could see the earth. How I was desperate to get down there. Then through the window I saw him coming. As usual he was on the swan. It flew magestically. Across the window. A moment later, he emerged into the room. The swan was left outside. He walked upto me and said.<br />"Son, Its time for you. Its time to go and enjoy the world."<br />I looked at him and smiled. I was happy. And a lot at that. Then he continued.<br />"But I give you 3 options. There are 3 different places where you could be born. You must choose one of them."<br />I shook my head in agreement as he continued.<br />"The first one is a farmer family in Hubli. You will go onto become a farmer as well. The next one, you could be born into a Tribe in Waynad. Or finally you could choose to be born in Bangalore"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">APril 2008:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario1: </span><br />I sit my sprawling bunglow near the farm land. Dad walks into the room and says<br />"Son, from now on those idiotic salaried class sitting in Bangalore, Madras and Delhi will be paying for the tractor fuel we use."<br />"Oh wow dad. You're great."<br />"And yeah I've placed an order for a Chav err Chavee err la Oppatra."<br />"It was great idea to stop paying those 4 loans we took"<br />"Yeah and thank god those working people dont vote.Phew"<br />"Yeah dad and hear that those people have promised free electricity dad."<br />"Yeah so we can buy our new washing machine and AC too and a new pumpset."<br />"Oh we must thank those people who took loans and used it for other purpose and finally comitted suicide."<br />"Hehe "<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario2:</span><br />I sit outside my new farmhouse in the Porch. Dad walks in and says<br />"Son, Dont worry"<br />"Dad I'm still worried about where to join"<br />"Dont worry son, they say, they'll be opening up the public sector too for reservations."<br />"Oh great dad. SO I can probably choose Infosys. But they say cut off is 70%, I have only 45"<br />"Oh dont worry they'll bring down the cut off for us"<br />"But dad, you've not been to office for a week now."<br />"Thats no problem, I can go there next week and sign my attendance."<br />"Great dad. Phew thanx to those people who made us a vote bank."<br />"And thank god the educated people dont VOTE"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario3: </span><br />I sit in my 2BHK crammed up flat and blog. My dad walks in and says "Son, I wish we were not educated."<br />I come to office and sit here writing this bull shit.<br /><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br /><br />Q1: Why did the farmer's commit suicide.<br />Ans: He took huge loans in the name of buying tractors, pumpsets and for good quality seeds. But he bought low quality seeds, low quality pumpsets and used the remaining money for having huge marriages, booze and all other things. Finally the monsoon was bad and the crops failed. He could not repay the loans. He commits suicide. So what does the government do? Waive off the loans. SO what does the smart farmer do? He stops repaying the loans even if he can. Its waived off. So who loses? The country..<br /><br />Q2: What about reservations?<br />Ans: Sigh. Votebank. How many deserving people lose a chance. How many of the truly underprevilaged actually benefit. Imagine a guy with no sense going on to become a surgeon. Oh so people will say, its not just them even the "General" people can be undeserving. Oh definitely, but then he goes no where anyway.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-62719211001993868392008-04-23T10:18:00.002+05:302008-04-23T10:23:18.540+05:30One ResolutionNow that I do not have access to Infy Blogs(Sigh!!!!!), I will be posting here regularly.. Sigh hope I can keep this resolution of mine at least...<br />Have my hands full now a days. Being an ardent Bangalorian logically makes me a Royal Challengers fan, means I need to follow the IPL. SIgh!!! And then the Karnataka Elections coming up. Wow. Hope we do well.. And then a new job.. A learning experience.<br /><br />Thats it for now. Hope to come up with lot of crap in the days to followAditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-15933519248037070752008-04-05T14:26:00.002+05:302008-04-05T14:31:54.593+05:30The InfoscionThe title says what I'd love to be called all my life. SIgh! Yeah, one night after I surrendered my ID card and walked out of the Infosys campus, it all of a sudden feels weird. Have I loved the company? I dont know. But definitely I love a lot of people there. Will be missing them all. Chatting with people on Office communicator, Blogging on the internal network, reading the forwarded mails and replying to all. I will miss all that.<br />Two years of life in Infosys has been real real great to say the least. Ok I have not made any progress as far as my career is concerned. But I have lived every moment of it and enjoyed it. Have had a huge number of great friends. People I do not want to miss. :( But life goes on.<br />Now sitting at home jobless, I'm thinking of all the good moments. At times it may bring tears to my eyes.<br />Tuesday I join my new company. New people, new domain, new field, new office and a new cubicle. SIgh!<br />But Infosys and the people there will be part of my fondest memmories for ever.<br />ThankYOU INFOSYS.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-78301821461659793772008-02-10T21:34:00.000+05:302008-02-10T22:15:01.426+05:30One Last TimeJust happened to watch a movie called "One Last Time". Its a 8 minute short movie about drugs and the affect on young guy.<br />The movie has been written and directed by a debutant director. But it does not seem so. It looks very good for a first timer. And especially when he started out with just a part script and no proper story board. The movie stars new comers Anish TG and Sinoy Xavier and the director himself in a small role. But the actors have put up very good performances.<br />It could definitely have an impact on the youth. Even if the movie acdtually does not manage to make people quit drugs, it can make people start using it. Beautifully depicts the life of an addict and the pleasure he derives out of these drugs.<br />All in all a super movie. A must watch. Its available on Youtube. Do check it out.<br /><br /><strong>Having said all this lemme reveal to all you people, that the director is ME..</strong><br />Please do watch the movie and let me know your valuable suggestions and comments.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lQwlk7rZO4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lQwlk7rZO4</a>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-4552680432754583332008-01-21T17:55:00.000+05:302008-01-21T17:57:04.104+05:30When I becomes WeHow about mob psychology for a topic. When you are in a group and a few people in the group turn violent or start doing something, how many times have you noticed that the rest of them just follow suit. It could just be a small provocation. And most of the people there might not actually have wanted to do this.<br />There are innumerable examples too. Take for instance the recent monkey chants in Mumbai. A couple of people start it and the entire section of the crowd joined in.<br />There are people who say that the recent molestation on New Year's eve in Mumbai was also something like this. The crowd was huge and when a couple of people did this, the rest of them joined in to have a piece of the cake.<br />I am sure most of you might have been witness to mob psychology one time or the other. This need not be physical violence of any sort. But just for instance take a college festival. With some one performing on stage. A few guys in the crowd begin boos and cat calls, have you not seen a majority of the crowd join in? And this majority may not actually endorse what they themselves end up doing.<br />On the positive side, when people start chanting "Once more Once more" at the end of a performance, you too are dragged into that, even if u'd actually prefer some change :D:D.But what is actually mob-psychology. Why do people actually behave in this manner? It might be upto a psychologist to answer this.<br />Wiki says "Individuals tend to behave in a different manner as part of a group in contrast to acting independently. Members of a group are prone to acting in ways that they would deem immoral or unjust if in control of their behavior".<br />So is this really something that a person can not control no matter what? Can people actually justify themselves later on, blaming "Mob-Psychology" for it? How would you react if you were at the recieving end of this?<br /><br /><em><strong>What made me write this:</strong> Yesterday a BMTC bus ran-over a 3 year old kid near JC Nagar in Bangalore. What happened next was a huge mob of people stopping all busses passing that way and virtually destroying them. They even damaged a lot of public property, vandalizing the road divider and other traffic property.So is this act justifiable?<br /></em>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-57516617109901822152008-01-04T18:14:00.000+05:302008-01-04T18:19:20.508+05:30The Last Moments of my LifeIt was 30 days after Fool's day. It was 3 am in the morning. I sat down at my study. I was about to pen down my will. It brought back memories of Emmy and Edda. I had sent them back to the Bavarian mountains in February. They would be safe there, I knew. I had also gotten a million marks to my account in Berchtesgaden. Had I betrayed them? It was just last night that I married Eva Braun right here. She had been a faithful friend for long. She decided to share her destiny with me. No, I realized. I have lived for a cause. I lived for my people. I started wrting. Martin Bormann, my most faithful comarade shall be the executor. He shall take what is necessary for my brothers, sisters and co-workers to lead a modest simple life. I chose my remains to be burnt right in this city, where I have served unto death. I finished at around 4am. I called Martin to be witness to this. He signed and I handed over the will to him.<br />I went over to my bed and lay there holding Eva tight. We slept. It was afternoon that day when I sent for Bormann. I had lunch with my secretaries and dietician. Eva was not there. She did not want to have anything. But I had to spend time with the people who had stood by me. A few minutes after lunch, I summoned all of them. They were in a sullen mood. I had to tell them again. I had to tell them <strong>WE HAD LOST</strong>. It was the most painful truth. 12years of struggle had to end this way. But I had done justice. I knew people would remember me. For good or bad. But they would.<br />I went back to my study. Eva was there I kissed her on the cheek. We sat beside each other for what seemed like eternity, hand in hand. We came out and I was dressed as usual in my uniform jacket and black trousers. Eva was wearing a blue dress with white trimmings. We said goodbye to Bormann, Joseph and Goebbels, Burgdorf and Krebs. We slowly walked into the bunker as the men looked at us with tears. We walked in. Closed the door behind us and sat in the sofa. We held hands and sat for a couple of minutes.<br />Then I took out the 7.65mm Walther pistol. I did not think much I pointed it to her temple and pulled the trigger. She seemed extremely calm as she fell back. I kissed her motionless body and turned the revolver onto my head. But I knew I would be born again. I would be born in 1983. It would be in the India. I would make the world dance to my tunes the next time. I would be more than Fuehrer next time. And I pulled the trigger.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-33144025619718933792008-01-01T14:43:00.001+05:302008-01-01T14:46:52.814+05:30Why Meet At allA bit too late for this review I know. But then most people have been talking about a wonderful movie. Here is my take on it.<br /><br />Enter chocolate face hero.. <a name="cutid1"></a>Err I mean exit... Business collapse ho gaya. Wow. Bhaago zindagi se bhaago. A serious looking face(supposedly) and a frown to go with it. Even my mum could put up a better face and especially when I run away from home(hmmm err yeah to office) without having breakfast. Chocolate face walks and walks. Obviously its his gal friends wedding too... Bhagwaan jab deta hai to deta chappad phaad ke. Closeup Chatrapathi shivaji terminus platform number 6. Enter the new train. Obviously AC compartment only, especially when you dont have a ticket and the train is empty naa. Focus shift, enter whitewashed face heroin... Err or enter her saaman(Wicked mallus, please read as luggage) first into the moving train.. "I never missed a train all my life". Continuous speaking ensues for the next 10 minutes. Lot of jokes supposedly... I heard laughter from a handful of people around the theatre.. Cool man Army School never did any good to my hindi??? Huh... Followed by 2 hours of absolute entertainment(Ok so what if only a dozen people understood most of the jokes).<br /><br />Some immortal conversations.<br /><em>"Mein Karate Brown Belt hoon"</em><br /><em>*hero is thinking obviously</em>*"Nahi mein tumhe rape karne wala nahi hoon"<br /><em>"Tum chaaho tho bhi nahi kar sakte" :p:p</em><br /><em>"Nahi mujhe nahi karni tumhari rape"</em> //Huh even I would'nt do it//<br /><br /><em>"are tumhari wajah sei mein aaj zindaa hoon god damn it"</em>*Taaliyaa Taaliyaa. what an emotional outburst, brought tears to my eyes :p*<br /><strong>Finally I went home... I entered my bed room. I took out shwetha's photo(Yeah, I loved her long long back. Err she never did, though :p:p). I lit a match stick and burnt the picture. Put the remains in the closet and flushed her away from my life.... Oh really made me feel better... I've been crying all night god-dam it... Imtiaz bhai, if ever I meet you, maa kasam, you are dead!!!!</strong><br />PS: Who cares, it was the project party fund.<br />PPS: But errr, Forum to Home- Auto 120RS :'(Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-44697955914539621552007-12-31T18:35:00.000+05:302007-12-31T18:37:52.380+05:30Shit all overThe exact date of this incident is a mystery. But I can say it was some time when I was in high school. So it was some time mid-90s. Ah the location is Kannur in Kerala. I was in my ancestral home and it was a sunday. There were no chicken shops in our village. So I had to go down to a nearby village to get chicken. You can call this place a semi-town with loads of shops, and a B-class movie theatre. And this place was 20 minutes by bus from the house.<br />I went there early in the morning(Yes, 9 'o clock is early). I went down and asked for chicken. I watched with interest as he pulled out a chicken from the cage and put it down on the weighing machine. He then went on to slit its throat. The blood started gushing out and he put it into a metal container for life to fly out. I was listening to the chicken struggle in the container. And then all of a sudden, out of no where, I could feel it. I could feel the pressure. I could feel the pressure in my stomach. I thought I could manage to reach home. Suddenly I was not paying any attention to the chicken. He was finishe with the dressing and gave a packet to me. I paid him and walked back to the bus. All the while the pressure was increasing, increasing and increasing. I sat in the bus controlling. But no I could not. I got out of the bus just as the driver revved up the engine. I started walking on the road looking for a loo. None in sight. My eyes finally fell on the Theatre there. I paced myself to the theatre. I asked the gate keeper to let me in. He was a plesant fellow(thank god). I dashed off to the loo. I relieved myself and walked out a very very accomplished boy.<br />As I walked off from the theatre my eyes fell on the posters around "Now Showing: Ikkili(Malayalam) RAting:A".. Ok mallus know it.. But for the rest of u, well its a soft porn movie starring the evergreen Shakeela.. LOLzz. I walked out looking around, if anyone was watching me. Finally I walked out of the gates and there he was.. My neighbor staring at me with a wicked smile...<br />Chicken: 40rs<br />Bus ticket to home: 3rs<br />Expression on my face: Priceless???Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-46093136431435120152007-12-24T11:25:00.000+05:302007-12-24T11:39:49.273+05:30Ballot ka SaudagarNo matter what happens the commies and the dynasty would prefer to call Moditva the "Maut ka Saudagar" and would like all of us to believe that Moditva triumphed yet again because of the communal polarization. But Modi and his five and a half crore gujaratis have proved that real development and the creation of a cult status will mean that BJP has a "West Bengal" of its own now. 11 years and now definitely going to be 16 is no mean achievement. A miles above that of what the commies have done in WB. In WB they have the hard core base and the kind of cadre that just will not slip away. This is something unique to West Bengal and not seen anywhere elese. You put any tom, dick or Budhdha on a commie ticket and he will win in WB. But thats not the case in Gujarat. Its sheer hard-work and its just the one man thats made it possible.<br />Moditva has defied all odds, all opposition, all exit polls to emerge the tallest man in the BJP. For those who believe Modi will be a problem to Mr Advani. They are mistaken. He will compliment Mr Advani. He will bring back the hardline BJP. He will bring back the BJP that will now shed the mask called Mr VAjpayee.<br />From the begining Mr Modi faced stiff oposition from everywhere. He was the Media's favourite punching bag. The pounced on him at any given opportunity. Then there was the Rahul Gandhi Road show. I thought circus had road shows. Then came Madams "Maut ka saudagar". Well you cant blame her for that. You give her the recipie for Butter chicken masala by mistake and she will read that out at the election rally. So then there was criticism from within the BJP led by Keshubhai. And the central leadership knew more. They knew, if there was one man that could win Gujarat for them, it was Mr Modi. And true, without him the BJP would have been battered. Even the Sangh Parivar was not whole-heartedly behind him. But then Modi with his amazing cult image has romped home. And just like someone at the BJP office in Ahmedabad said "Gujarat is India". Modi will be a huge figure in Indian politics. What ever the leadership thinks, Mr Modi definitely has a demigod status with the BJP workers and their new religion is called MODITVA.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-11462992474768787802007-12-09T19:29:00.000+05:302007-12-09T19:41:45.582+05:30The Big Modi BlunderNarendra Modi has a demi-god status among the hard-core BJP supporters over the country is a very well know fact. And this is very evident form the pro-BJP communities on Orkut too. Modi has been facing rebellion within the Gujarat BJP is a very well known fact too. His style of functioning has been equated to that of Hitler's by a seniour member of his party in Gujarat. In spite of all this Modi was expected to sail through and comfortably this time around too. Courtesy his development and the "Vibrant Gujarat" slogan. Gujarat under Modi has progressed rapidly is a very well known fact and has been accepted by his detractors too. Even the congress has not been able to nail him on the development plank. And this explains Madam's "Maut ka saudagar" rheotics. This was just a bait for Mr Modi to draw him into the volatile areas. But the seasoned politician in Modi was not able to identify this and has fallen prey to the Congress tactics.<br />Now Mr Modi finds himself in a precarious position and the development plank on which the BJP was supposedly riding seems to have been swept under the carpet. He could face disciplinary actions from The EC and hence is being forced to defend his comments on Sohrabuddin. Mr Modi is being drawn deeper and deeper into this mud-slinging. But the BJP sure did not want it this way and finds itself stuck in between. The top leadership is not able to openly endorse Mr Modi's comments and is being forced to attack Sonia.<br />All this I feel has definitely has made it a much more closer call for Mr Modi's prospects of getting reelected the CEO of Gujarat Inc. Dont be surprised if the BJP manage to just scrape through or even if the Congress manage to pull up a surprise.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-60459583368561966012007-12-05T20:52:00.000+05:302007-12-05T21:07:38.886+05:30Controling Your AngerBeing able to control ones anger or frustration is a major thing. I've just begun to understand the importance of anger-management(If there ever was a term like that). I had always boasted about being a cool and calm guy. And most definitely have been into advicing people who are just too eager to lose their cool. Of late, after a couple of incidents its hit me hard that I'm not that cool after all.<br />The two incidents were very much different in its nature, But the one common factor was that it proved to me how fast I've started to get red. The first instance was a conversation with a friend when he said something and I just walked out enraged, with a couple of other friends looking at stunned. And the second instance happened on a public forum, wherein someone happened to criticize me. And I now wonder how I could have been such a pathetic bloke, that I had to give a reply and in a very harsh language. This has ended up most definitely tarnishing both our images.<br />I went on to apologise to both the people involved, but the damage had already been done. This brings a major questio. Is it the work pressure thats getting over me? I dont think so. Because I enjoy more on the job than elsewhere. But then why?<br />Now I'm sitting wondering whats the best anger-management technique(This word has already been coined :p)? I guess I should have taken a break in the second instance and let myself cool off. Or I could have spoken to the concerned people in a better way. Just keep yourself in control.<br />Let me take an oath not to get angry and get back control over myself. This will most definitely help myself and people associated to me from being subject to embarassing situations.<br /><br />Signing off<br />Eddie....Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-20279382390236291842007-11-16T18:26:00.000+05:302007-11-16T18:29:09.077+05:30The TRAI BouncerRecently the The Telecom Regulatory Authority of India has brought up the question of <a href="http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/2007/08/10/stories/2007081050800400.htm">mobile number portability</a> to improve the quality of services. What this basically means is that you can have the same mobile number all your life, irrespective of the state where you are or the operator you choose. So if you have a Karnataka Hutch number starting with 9886, 2 years later you could have the same number even if you were in Rajasthan and your operator were to be Airtel. Now you could choose to say "What an Idea" and be known as 9243104*** all your life.<br />This is bound to have a lot of great advantages. The obvious one being that you never need to worry that you will lose contact with people just because you have changed your operator/state.<br />But I take pleasure in pointing out the disadvantages concerned here. Ok none of them are life threatening and TRAI need not rollback this <span style="color:#000000;">IDEA</span>. <span style="color:#006600;">:D</span>.<br />Talking of the first one. Lets say you get a call from a particular number(Assume you dont know that number). But due to some reasons, you were not able to pick the call. So what do you do later? Call back once you are free? Here is the Googly. But now you dont know whether its a local number or an STD? So how do you decide what is to be done? Ok you call up and you speak to the person, not realizing that he is in Punjab. You speak for 10 minutes and by this time its already cost you 26 rupees. Ok now that may not be a big amount for a lot of us. But it is for many.<br />Say the first one may be figured out. Fine now there is a problem with local calls. Too We have <span style="color:#ff0000;">A2A</span>, <span style="color:#000099;">T2T</span>, <span style="color:#ff0000;">V2V</span> free offers and a lot of people rely on that. Now you dont call up a person and ask him whether he's got a Tata or a Reliance phone. Again same thing ends up happening.<br />But I'm not complaining and i like the Idea, I'd like to be known as 9243104*** for ever. :D<br />One advantage more that I'd love to mention here. Its about the Unsolicited calls you recieve. "Sir, We are offering the HDFC International Credit CArd for free" I got a call like that even today. Not many of us have registered with the "Do-Not-Call Registry". Now we all know that they ring up random local numbers. Its easy now. But wont be so after this has been implemented. So people like me can have some fun with these irritating people who call up...<br /><br />Signing off<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Eddie</span></strong>Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-86349742392342771332007-10-12T16:00:00.000+05:302007-10-12T16:01:11.637+05:30Pseudo Secular IndiaPeople scream about we Indians not having changed our attitude even 60 years after independance and blame this for our country still carrying the <em><strong>"Developing" </strong></em>tag. But I disagree with all these people. We are still a developing country because our attitudes have undergone a sea change. Yes, We have become obsessed with secularism. Or I call it minority appeasment. Be it the media or the politician, "be the champion of the minorities" has become the buzz word. This at the cost of the Hindus for no fault of their own.<br />We have a prime minister talking of minorities getting first use of all resources. And yes for what. We have madam Maya who wants to be the champion of the dalits. Then there is Ajith Singh jee who wants reservation for OBCs everywhere. Talk of degrading the standards of high profile institutions.<br />So what is wrong with the majority community here. Well they have just become numb. They have become people who just will not react. Any one can paint the Hindu godess in the nude and in any way according to his whims and fancies, and you justify it calling it freedom of expression. Imagine what could happen if someone painted Jesus Christ or the Prophet in similar fashion. The same people who talk about artistic freedom, will take up cudgels can call it misuse of freedom or call him communal. Oh, of course they were the champions of the minority.<br />You still have people blaming Narendra Modi for the 2000 Godhra Fiasco. We have images of Muslims being burnt with tags like human rights violation. Yes afterall the kar-sevaks inside the train were not human and they did not have no rights.Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-77686654517583257052007-10-10T17:44:00.000+05:302007-10-12T18:30:59.176+05:30Sports in India Sucks... Why??I always wanted to write something about the sorry state of affairs in Indian Sports...True we wonder how the hell Priyaranjan das Munshi has survived as President of the Indian Football association. What on earth does this guy know about soccer. what has he been doing to improve football here, except appear on Tv to gain political mileage. Its not just football, we have KPS Gill, who ruined hockey in India. Yup thats my view. The glory days of Indian Hockey, back in the 80s ended for sure. Then we have the great Mr Pawar. Present sir. look at the shambles BCCI is in now... Laloo Prasad had something to do with the Bihar Cric Association, if I'm right. Now then are we not from the country where our<b><i> Honerable </b></i>sports minister Mr Money Shankar Aiyer blurts out <i>"We should try to improve our roads and uplift the poor and not host the Olympics"</i>. ##### Why the hell is he sports minister, then???? Now if u think I'm just taking a dig at the Congress, then <b>GoToHell</b>. I hate that lawyer, Arun Jaitley, for being the President of Delhi Cricket Association. No player from Delhi wore the Blue cap, eversince. Now fine. And we all know what <b><i>wonders </i></b>Ms Sanyasin Bharati did for sports in India. Hey by the way, did we forget <span style="color:red;"><b>Aamir, SRK, Bipasha n Aishwarya Rai </b></span>carrying the olympic torch, when the govt. invited Milkha Singh n PT Usha a bit late, because of <b><i>procedural delays</b></i> supposedly....Now if u think I'm just a complaining baby and like Dravid said "Speaking, sitting in the drawing room is easy", then again "GoToHell". I know how tuff its for any upcoming sports person in India. And if the <i>sport</i> is not cricket, then God help You. I've represented my college in Football, Long distance running and High Jump. We had a PD who used to siphon off our TA/DA... It is trecherous, trying to find a proper place to practice.. The entire system is rotten. We need a wind of change............Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-242393628506444051.post-16312195024820050062007-10-10T17:36:00.000+05:302007-10-10T17:41:21.413+05:30Auto TalesThis was some 2 years ago. I was near MG Road(Bangalore) and was lokking to get back home. Twas around 7pm. So, I decided to take an auto..... So....Waved my hand to stop one*I was about to get in*<br /><b>Autowala</b>: Yellige saar... /*Meaning: Where To?*/<br /><b>Me</b>: RT Nagar<br /><b>Autowala</b>: Illa Sir /*No*/<br /><b>Me</b>: Huh *Gets off and wave at another auto*<br /><b><br />Me</b>: RT Nagar<br /><b>Autowala</b>: 70 rupees hoga sir<br /><b>Me</b>:*With an irritated look on my face* Yeh Auto ka daam nahi poochaa<br /><b>Autowala</b>: Nahi saab, 70 rupees.. aana hai to aaao.<br /><b>Me</b>: Nahi jaana... *Now a more irritated look<br />*Now 3rd Auto arrives*<br /><b>Me</b>: RT Nagar<br /><b>Autowala</b>: 1 and half dena saab..<br /><b>Me</b>: Arey kyon 1 and half?<b><br />Autowala</b>: Vahaan se khaali aana padegaa boss.<br /><b>Me</b>: Nahi<br /><br />*4th Auto arrives*<br />*5th Auto arrives*<br />*6th, 7th, 8th Autos come and go* *Same story every time<br />*Finally 9th Auto Arrives.. By this time it was already half an hour after the first auto came*<br /><b>Me</b>: RT Nagar<b><br />Autowala</b>: Saab one and half rupees deneka<br /><b>Me</b>: Arey kyon yaar, RT Nagar kyaa Mysore mein hai kyaa....<br /><b>Autowala</b>: one and half nahi to nahi jaayegaa<br /><b>Me</b>: Ok Chalooo *What the hell???**With me inside, the Auto started moving*<br /><b>Me</b>: Aap log sab aise kyon ho?<br /><b>Autowala</b>: bhai saab vahaan se khaali aana padthaa hai *Now I've heard that before*<br /><b>Me</b>: arey yeh RT Nagar, jangal ke andar nahi hai jee.. *Silence for some time and then we near RT Nagar*<b><br />Autowala</b>: Saab RT Nagar mein kidhar?<br /><b>Me</b>: errrrr.. Police Station ke paas<b><br />Autowala</b>: Police Station ke paas, kidhar saab?<br /><b>Me</b>: Aap chalao mein bataaoongaa...*Keeps on driving till we near the Police station<br /><b>Autowala</b>: Saab... Straight yah left?<b><br />Me</b>: Wahaan *Poiting to the police station<br /><b>Autowala</b>: *Looks back with a priceless expression on his face* Kahaan saaaaab<br /><b>Me</b>: Station ke saamne*He stops in fron of the police station.. Meter showed 35 rupees or so.*<br /><b>Me</b>: Ab kitna loge?<br /><b>Autowala</b>: Kyaa saab... One and Half bola thaa naa.<b><br />Me</b>: Woh to tab bola... Ab kitna bolta hai?<b><br />Autowala</b>: Saab 50 rupees diyo saab...<br /><b>Me</b>: Ek minute andar jaake aata hoon..<br /><b>Autowala</b>: Saab.. kidhar jaaraha hai saab...<br /><b>Me</b>: Nahi tumhe 50 chaahiye naa. abhi aayaa *n started walkin into the police station compound*<br /><b>Autowala</b>: *Stopping me* Saab aap 35 do saab.. Mein jaata hoon.. *I give him 35 bucks.. n he packs off in full speed.. n must have been cursing me*Aditya Jayanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06992055786400633667noreply@blogger.com0