
Somewhere towards the north of our country is an ancient civilization which I will call AC. This civilization has traditionally had thinkers and philosophers, they have had great inventors and innovators, their technology almost always outpaced the rest of the world. AC’s warring techniques were constantly upgraded, and they flourished in art and culture and soon developed into a powerful nation. However, the emperors in AC were always wary of attacks from outside and built walls to keep away attacking tribes. Safe within these walls, the success of AC was evident in their products and lifestyle and during the Middle Ages; people came from far to trade with AC. On one particular incident traders came from a small island – IE, requesting permission to trade goods in AC’s territory. The traders of IE were made to kneel before AC’s emperor in the most humiliating way, for as far as AC’s emperor was concerned, the traders of IE were mere peasants begging for the emperor’s kindness. However the emperor of AC was greatly mistaken, these traders of IE were people with deep rooted nationalism and ambition. The traders of the
MC abolished slavery, removed titles and distributed wealth amongst its people. MC kept a fast industrial and economic growth rate. MC would do anything to stay at the top. The state – MC, was of utmost importance, and soon the man on the streets of MC was losing identity, very much like an ant’s nest where the entire population is regarded as a workforce serving it's nest in it's own way. The government controlled spirituality, opinion etc. Soon information reaching the masses was controlled, even internet based companies were asked to restrict information available to its citizens. MC’s movies were always about two acrobatic fighters flying around in combat while constantly defying gravity. There were hardly any movies that questioned government policies, or movies that depicted lifestyles etc. MC controlled spread of religion and spirituality and directed the entire population to grow militarily and economically, the wish of the individual came second to that of the state. And now as things stand our nation considers MC to be a threat to our sovereignty.
What we fail to understand is while our biggest threat may be a big nation such as MC; wars can be won, even against great armies and big nations, it has happened in the past. One tiny country in the
While we fear the threat of MC, MC’s biggest threat is not a country that it can fight. MC’s biggest threat is - It’s Own People. MC cannot afford to open up information to its people like we have, for fear of making government spending transparent; MC cannot make policies based on popularity, and it trusts think tanks to evaluate its policies. MC’s people need to be constantly disciplined, much like schoolchildren. The people are kept together not always by will, but mostly by force causing dissatisfaction and fear. The growing dissatisfaction may boil over at any given moment, and an expensive war just happens to be the right environment for such a revolution, making war even more impractical. Economics apart, the great victory of our nation is that it has managed to keep various religions, various languages and various ethnicities together as one. This has helped a great deal, people don’t see fast trains and over imposing skyscrapers in our nation as visible in the cities of MC, but people don’t fail to notice the freedom that exists in ours either. Our success is in a soft victory, a victory of hearts. Our nation may not have covered much area below people's feet, rather, it has grown in their hearts. Win people’s confidence and you can win them all.
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My analysis of the new version in 3 short words – ‘It lacks appeal’.
Some pointers:
In the start, Drummer Sivamony’s presence at the edge of the river looked very suspicious. Suddenly, it looked as though he became aware of the camera zooming into him and desperately started to beat around the water with sticks. To me, it didn’t look like he was at the water’s edge to beat his drums at all.
Mallu brethren are feeling elated though, they now have some credible airtime and some well known faces, unlike the older version where some unknown timid mahout quickly recites ‘Ende swaravum….’ and turns away from the camera feeling shy.
Actors
I do not think Deepika Padukone deserved the airtime or the position; I’d rather have Shah Rukh Khan in her place. Okay, if you are particular about a female lead actresses representive of today’s times its Kareena Kapoor - she can act, she has proved that with her roles in ‘Chameli’ and ‘Jab We Met’. I don’t know what Ranbir Kapoor has achieved that he even deserves to share airtime there – I’d rather have Ranvir Shourie, KK Menon or Vinay Pathak or Farhan Akhtar. I wanted to see tamil hero Surya in the video though.
Singers and Musicians
Sonu Nigam, the guy who faked Mohd Rafi and Kishore Kumar’s voices to fame is sporting a French beard and is desperately trying to pass off for a hunk on some crowded street. I’d rather have Kailash Kher with his original style, his blend of Sufi, and his characteristic voice. Kavita Krishnamurthy and L Subramaniam have vindictive expressions in their faces, who are the other people-, their kids? What about AR Rahman, Gulzaar, Vishal and Shekhar.
Sportsmen
The camera placements and profiling of all sportsmen were bad. The cricket team could have been included together. Baichung, Sania Mirza, Saina, Sushil Kumar, Bindra, Somdev, Vijender Singh, Rathore and other athletes needed to be shown clearly with long shots engaging in their sport and close ups.
Other Celebrities
We need to show a few of our industrialists, scientists and noble prize laureates also, plainly because some of us Indians are IT professionals and academicians remember?? (Sour note of sarcasm intended).
Is your state/community well represented? Let me know.
Miley Sur Mera Tumhara, To Sur Baney Humara
Translation: When your tune and mine combine, the tune then becomes ours.
ExplosiveNations spend millions of dollars developing nuclear weapons but never use them – it’s such an utter waste of money and resources. Now don’t tell me there is a deterrent effect to those weapons;
Those bombs don’t seem to be effective in scaring terrorists, and people are left wondering whether these weapons even have the capability that the scientists claim they do. So am I saying that we shouldn’t have developed these weapons in the first place?
Absolutely not! I’m saying, let’s get out there, bomb our adversaries and have a mushroom cloud contest.
There are many animal and plant species that are struggling at the borderline of extinction, finding a habitat, finding food sources and finally finding mates are becoming extremely challenging for many species – I submit that we put them out of this misery.
Then, there is this environmental hazard, global warming seems to threaten low lying nations bordering oceans with - floods, storms and water calamities. Glaciers are melting fast, and the great Himalayan glaciers are estimated to drain out by the year 2035. Melting glaciers would affect agriculture in a catastrophic way drying rivers, displacing farmers, and causing huge food grain shortages. Does humanity want to live under a constant shadow of threat? I say we end it our way. I say we all go down in a blaze of glory; rather than carrying on in our pitiful manner knowing quite well that a tsunami may soon engulf us.
While on one hand most people claim that they derive their morals from their religions, on the other hand, they write off a nuclear war as amoral. In most religious scriptures we easily find prophets and Gods decreeing death to their enemies. In many scriptures God seems to personally hand down packages of storms, rains of fire, floods, locusts, famine etc. in order to wipe out his (God is male, end of argument) adversaries. Do we not follow by example? Why do we allow our adversaries to have a field day, while God has bestowed on us the knowledge and the capability that can exterminate the scum of the world? We should not waste one minute now; we have the directions in our scriptures and the capability in our bombs, what are waiting for?
Finally, humanity has been embarrassing itself long enough; we have been rendering our eminent prophets as quacks and their prophecies as fallacies. Most prophecies are long overdue, and it is making us look bad in the eyes of those aliens. Even directors in
FrustratedWhat springs to your mind when I say 'Mumbai - Pakistan'? For me, it's the terrorist attacks of 26/11. I know I am a good natured person who ultimately seeks peace, but I am not willing to pretend to be smiling while I continue to bleed. My wounds from 26/11 haven't yet healed, and I refuse to kiss and make up with the enemy.
Yes, I said it - the ENEMY. I don’t need to be politically correct, I only need two things - 1) facts and 2) freedom of speech and expression. If a nation funds terrorist organizations** that carry out attacks in my country. If a nation teaches in it's history books *** that the 1971 war was an unjust war initiated by my country. (Although the whole world knows about the Pakistan orchastrated genocide in East Pakistan, and India's involvement to liberate Bangladesh from doom). If a nation continues to destabilize my country by encouraging separatists. If television personalities of a country, celebrities like Zaid Hamid, go on air over and over again and call for nuke strikes targetting my country. As a patriotic citizen, I reserve my right to classify that country as my enemy. Make no mistake, I am not calling for war, I am just not in a mood to call that state my friend.
Now coming to Aman ki Asha (translation: Wish for Peace) of Times of India - I think it's bollocks and pretty smelly ones at that.
It’s a well known fact that America is fighting terror within Pakistan and that the terrorists are on the run from drone strikes , pakistani forces and US forces. The terrorists are also seeking sanctuary in other countries in the region. There have also been attempts by the terroists to sneak into India to destabilize the region according to the findings of our own intelligence agency. In such a situation, people to people contacts, easy border movements, visa relaxations, trade relaxations etc are not acheivable without comprimising our security. And as often is the case, there is no way of telling a terrorist from a tailor.
Somebody in Times of India, knows how to make good sales and how to catch the nation's attention. While there is a traditional means of achieving sales through good reporting, it chose to take the other path. It started with regular features on Page3 parties and celebrity gossips (good to know news). It went on to regular features of scantily clad women (which I appreciated). Eventually with this campaign the TOI has fallen far below its standards. The marketing team at TOI know that a good majority of the Indian Public is still aching by the wounds of 26/11 while those who are too withdrawn from National interest want to sound stylish, sophisticated and optimistic. A campaign such as the Aman Ki Asha will get both sides of the society talking. Cheap publicity stunt at the cost of the Nation's Self Respect.
Self Respect is a good thing to discuss, why is it that our nation always finds itself begging for the friendship of an arrogant Pakistan? Why does India have to invent pointless initiatives such as this one time and again? Why can't we wait till we hear an apology from Pakistan? Why couldn't TOI wait till the families of former ATS chief Hemant Karkare and braveheart cop Tukaram Ombale are given a compensation? Why do we need to sprinkle salt on the wounds of the patriots to make peace?
The philosophy 'Make love , not war' is all quite fine. But here is TOI insisting that we get into to bed with our enemies by selling our self respect and pawning our security.
Disclaimer: I have unsubscribed TOI and Bangalore Mirror.
(** there are ample proofs for the state sponsored terrorism in Pakistan including Indian, British and US defence reports, and Pakistan's own president has acknowledged it in a leading UK newspaper here: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/pakistan/5779916/Pakistani-president-Asif-Zardari-admits-creating-terrorist-groups.html)
(*** http://www.sacw.net/article459.html report by Pakistani Union minister)
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Nothing hits as hard as hangovers do. At it’s worst, the hangovers give you almost audible headaches and you are unable to carry out simple tasks. Here is a list of typical symptoms.
Prevention Methods:
i. Every drink has its own unique set of congeners (fermentation impurities). Mixing drinks will ingest various types of congeners into your system, pushing the kidney into overdrive. The kidney in an attempt to flush out the various congeners will inadvertently get rid of essential salts and water in the process. Sticking to one kind of drink is a very good idea.
ii. Since different drinks have different concentrations of alcohol. The person mixing drinks is basically ingesting alcohol into the system at various rates and will increase the Blood Alcohol Content (BAC) in a sudden surge. This is because rate of alcohol absorption and rate of dissipation vary for various drinks. It is very likely that rate of absorption into the blood for the subsequent type of drink peaks even before the dissipation of the earlier type of drink.
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Answer this before proceeding any further - Poetry recital is a task most suited for
a) Kids. b) Adults.
Okay. Picture this.
You have been persuaded into participating in a poetry recital session due next week. Assume that the recitation is from memory, all your peers will participate and everybody will be graded.
What could possibly go wrong?
a) You forget the lines
b) The mike (if any) squeaks
c) You mispronounce words
d) Your accent is ridiculed
e) People leave the room as you recite
Isn’t that all? I think we’re covered. Each item on the above list sounds bad and a combination of any of those items can be really bad.
Now zap yourself from this situation and picture yourself at a poetry recital drill in school. You and your peers are anywhere between 5 and 6 years in age.
Now let us look at the possibilities of things that could go wrong:
a) You forget the lines
b) You have forgotten your handkerchief and your nose runs excessively
c) You trip and fall flat on your chin stepping onto the dais or back
d) You are engrossed in conversation and you don’t hear your name being called out
e) You pee in your pants/knickers before your name is called
f) The class bully will make faces at you from the crowd
g) You have mud stains on your uniform
h) Your pocket is torn and you have been clutching it all the while to keep it from showing
i) Your stomach is gurgling in an oddly familiar way
j) You are frequently passing foul gas, and unable to hold on to your bluff
k) You have forgotten your tie/belt/badge and the Physical Instructor is watching, cane in hand.
l) The mike (if any) squeaks
m) You mispronounce words
n) Your accent is ridiculed
As children, things seem to go catastrophically off the mark. The humiliation will be greater, because your friends are going to laugh on your face. The teachers are going to pull you up and make a negative example out of you. Your best friend will team up with the others in bullying you. Your grades will have visible after effects, illustrated in an angry red ink.
Although the outcomes are far more repugnant at childhood for any given task, we still picture childhood by all the good things. Any insights?
I believe I have a problem.
After having covered about a kilometer from the house, my heart starts to pound, my face starts to flush and I suddenly realize I’m gonna have to face that dreaded question again - ”DID I LOCK THE HOUSE”??
Invariably after the question hits me, things play out in exactly the same way.
I start to relive the last few minutes before I finally stepped out of home…and for some goddamn reason, I’ll remember every trivial thing…like the fly that flew past my face as I bent down to pick my shoes… everything plays out in great detail, till the part where I step out of the house. It’s like playing a video in your mind, and exactly when it comes to the part where the door has to be locked, the image is distorted. I go through this process twice, at which point, I’m about 2 kilometers away from home.
This is exactly the point when my mobile will ring.
Now, on the other end is Ms. Anita who firmly believes I need a credit card from Petty Bank. I tell her I’m not interested. She wants to know why. I’ve begun to sweat at this point in time. The traffic signal turns green. The SUV behind me starts to honk. Too many things happening. I apologize to Ms.Credit Card and hang up. The SUV guy has shifted his honking from the “we will rock you” rhythm to a continuous “I will kick your butt” blare.
I let the chap overtake me, he looks down to my mini car through his Rayban as he passes by. I read his lips, I recognize two of the words from his mouth - he speaks Shakespearean. I am still not sure whether I locked the house. I am now 3 kilometers away from home.
Silence. One minute goes by and I am stil driving.
Now I hear two distinct voices, funnily, both are mine.
Voice 1: “It’s best that you turn around, go back home and confirm”
Voice 2: “You’ve been doing this perfectly everyday. You definitely locked it today”
Voice 1: “But, what if you actually forgot to lock today? Your house could be empty when you got back”.
Voice 2: “Come on, you are about 4 kilometers from your house now. Do you want to drive through rush hour traffic only to ridiculously stare at a locked door? Especially, a door you locked yourself 10 minutes ago?”
Voice 1: “The thought is gonna bug you all through the day at work”
Voice 2: ” You locked it pal, I know…uhm…I think”.
Voice 1 wins. I turn back. I’m driving back home to check.
The cars in front of me seem to be taking forever. I honk. I look at my watch. I know I’ll be late today. I need an excuse; I can’t use this one, as I’ve overused it. I honk in the “we will rock you” rhythm just to keep the chap in front of me on his toes. Goddamnit!!! The guy driving the sedan in front of me is talking over the phone, what a nerve!! I lower my windshield and give him the bird.
I come home, and see the door safely bolted and locked.
Voice 2: “Heee-haw!! Jackass”!!
The swine was ecstatic; she had made it to the headlines!
For most others it was a happy recollection of their glory moments. Almost all animals had a claim to fame when their names were somehow connected to human epidemics.
It was a legacy that began with the rat fever; soon animals of all shapes and sizes joined in - viral fever, bird flu, chickenpox, malaria, SARS, monkey fever, anthrax, cat scratch disease etc….and now the latest was the swine flu. All animals were quite happy with the ongoing, all except one, and a significant one at that – The elephant.
The elephant was melancholy; he was yet to make a mark while even the mad cow had scored against the humans. He was just not content with the mollifications, and he did not intend to sit around and wait for the winds of fortune to blow in his direction. He was going to observe, theorize, prove and refine till he would be deemed responsible for the monster epidemic; an epidemic befitting his persona.
On observation, the Mad Cow wasn’t a feeble contestant on any account, if the flatulence of the sanest cow could cause greenhouse effects, the mad ones could only be deadlier. Size, somehow, didn’t matter in this field – little wonder then, that the viral fever was so dreaded and incurable. Since the SARS, swine flu and the viral fever had caused such a hue, he decided to go with a disease having similar symptoms for the shock value.
Most of the deadly diseases had the same list of symptoms - running nose, cold, headaches, body pain and fever. And then, it suddenly dawned upon the elephant that, in order to pass it on to his human foes, he’d need to catch the disease himself at first.
He theorized that such a disease would not be worth catching, let alone carrying it around till it was passed on to humans. The thought of a running nose that was 3 meters long made him sick. He then imagined pains in his body, most of which he hadn’t even seen. Realization struck him hard; he was never going to be able to make it to the newspaper this way. Gloomily, he flipped the page to the international news, and something caught his eye “30% of American adults are reportedly obese.” And below the heading was the picture of a creature that looked so much like him, and yet parts of it resembled humans.
He learnt that the number of obese individuals was ever increasing. He was certain that given the rate of increase in obesity, soon, there would be little difference between the human race and that of the elephants. His hostility towards humans was gone in a flash. In one great heave, the elephant rose to his feet, and was off on his way, merrily as ever.
I have long hair now, and I tie it up in a pony tail. Now, if you thought that this piece of information was too trivial to be mentioned, it’s because you simply could not appreciate the effort that went into it.
Simply put, my hair is frizzy by nature. Honestly put, it’s a wiry corrugated mass of black coir-like fiber. It was difficult trying to get them to a manageable length before I could literally straighten them all out.
Goldilocks - Each day as I comb, I think of you.