Friday, June 30, 2006

I want Sidhu!

He he..i heard this while watching the video of Saeed Anwar's 194 against India at Chennai in 1997. Kuruvilla is bowling. Its 8/0 and Shahid afridi picks a long hop and scoops it in the air. Ganguly at mid - on takes a running catch. Lets hear what the commentators have to say

SCC(some chatu commentator) :"The first wicket falls and thats a good breakthrough for india."

Maninder Singh : "It certainly is! (the crowd is roaring...)You can see the jubiliation not only of the crowd but of the spectators(huh!!) as well.....mmmm....aaa.....but of the fielders as well. "

And certainly I think( the accent catching up), this is not what pakistan had wanted(ohhh really ??)

Afridi, bitterly disappointed (wow...that's news!!) but I think(again) India needed thisss.......thisss(oh cummmmon) .....wicket(aha!!)

Wonder what was Sidhu doing at this time? Contesting elections from Amritsar? Or running his wife's (who incidentally is also Navjot Sidhu) clinic?

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Times change

Sunday, June 25, 2006

I saw several movies over this weekend...partly because i was bored and partly because a severe constipation and a hand injury has reduced me to a bag of bones. The movies were all hindi movies, drawn from Prateep's collection.

I began with Parineeta, a movie which I have already seen and appreciated. The print was bad but the music was good.

NExt came Umrao Jaan, a classic which I ve always longed to see. The movie is elegantly made, and provides deep insight into Lucknow"s lavish mujra lifestlye of the late 19th century. The movie was particularly dear as it was in urdu - a language i ve always had a fascination with. The movie is as rich as Mughal-e-Aam or Devdas and only lack of fancy characters undermine its popularity.

I followed it up with Maqbool, an underworld movie a class apart from the likes of Satya and Chhal(both my favourites). Again, the movie revolved around the muslim world. The movie has a brialliant star cast in Om puri, Naseerudin shah, Irfan Khan, Pankaj Kapur , Tabu - all accomplished actors. The script is just brilliant and the performances by Om puri and Naseerudin shah have simply doubled my respect for them.

I saw half of No Entry till I got bored of Fardeen Khan. Movies like these are partly responsible for my lack of interest in Hindi movies over the past 2 years.

I ended the day with Zakhm which I ve always remembered as Ajay Devgan's finest movie and a national award winner. Everything in the movie - the script, the dialogues, the direction - can be described as ordinary. What stands apart is the acting, and I won"t be surprised if Devgan won a National award for his performance here.

More later....I just drank a glass of Garlic water, another of the thousand remedies suggested to me by well-wishers. This reminds of "Chikitsa ka chakkar" by "Bedhab banarasi", a beautiful vyangya katha in my hindi textbook of class 10th. I hope i do not end up like the poor narrator in the story.


Love in Lyon

This is the story i found in my yahoo mail archives

EK PUNJABAN AUR DO PUNJABIYON KI DARDNAK PREM KAHANI

ek zamane ki baat hain, ek punjaban
thi..........matlab punjaban jaisi lagti
thi...punjaban jaisi aankhein, punjaban jaise baal,
punjaaban jaisa chehra, punjaban jaise baal, punjaban
jaise hoth, punjaban jaise nak-naksh, punjban jaisi
figure(ahemmmm.............).............

par ek fight thi..........uska naam tha Vivian....aur
voh brasil ki rehne vaali thi........

par galti se do punjabi viz sahil aur "Bhavan Deep
Singh Sandha Bunny" usse prem kar baithe......use
punjaban samajh ke...........

kya amar prem tha voh........na hi himmat thi aur na
hi aukat thi baat karne ki(aukat hoti bhi to kya
karte, voh donon bas punjabi jaante the aur voh
punjaban bas portuguese jaanti thi).....

bahut lambi prem gatha chali.....yeh tha bina shabdon
ka prem, bas donon punjabi saara din us punjaban ko
dekh ke mand mand muskurate rehte aur ek doosre ki
lete rehte...........

To kahani class room se lekar mess tak, hostel
corridors se lekar bathrooms tak jaa pahunchi, par
punjaban ne kabhi unki taraf mud ke bhi na
dekha........

Donon punjabi true punjabi the. With a punjabi heart
in their hearts, a punjabi head in their heads, a
punjabi body in their bodies and a true punjabi
spirit, they led the charge...punjaban ke saamne donon
ki french aur english gul ho jaati thi aur bas punjabi
shuru ho jaati thi, bas ek hi cheez muh se nikalti
thi.........."haiiiiiii punjabannnnnnnnnnnnnnn"

us punjaban ko paane ke liye unhone kya kya papad
nahin bele, donon punjabiyon ke beech mein deevar
khadi ho gayi....aur is deevar mein darar voh punjaban
hi la sakti thi.......

ek din brasil se ek gabhru aaya.....kan, nak, thobda,
shakal, aawaz, bhasha aur sabse zyada body se poora
brasilian lagta tha..........aur usne punjaban ko
pyaar se hothon pe kiss kiya..........

natija yeh hua ki donon punjbiyon ne shaam ko ek
doorse ko daroo pilayi......aur isi tarah EK PUNJABAN
AUR DO PUNJABIYON KI PREM KAHANI KA YEH DARDNAK ANT
HUA

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Politics, huh!!

This is a link to a political party's website in EU. Interestingly,this link came up as a pop-up on my browser!

Bengaluru!!

Ok, I owe this to Roopam. I wanted to say something good about Bangalore to her today, but suddenly remembered this.

Well I ve been to B'lore only once, in the winter of '92, with my family. My dad had availed an LTC( sons and daughters of middle class parents would understand that) and we had this nice little trip to Blore, Mysore, Ooty, Madras, Kanyakumari and Thiruvananthpuram. Phew!!!

B'lore would always be dear to me becuase of a certain incident. We spent about 2 days in Blore. Arrived on a certain night and roamed around the city for the next 2 days. We were putting up in papa's bank's guest house, which was pretty luxurious from what i remember of it.

Anyways, the public transport we used the most were the buses. Bow, B'lore had this interesting system in which the men climbed from the back entry while the women boarded the bus from the front door. So there was a kind of an unofficial demarcation within the bus itself.

Since I was small I used to stick to my mom and sis, while poor dad had to board the bus from behind, all by himself.

So, the third morning we were waiting at the bus stop to catch the bus to the railway station. I was wearing a yellow T-shirt, black shorts and had a camera around my neck( mind you, I was only 7).

After a long wait, three buses came one after the other. I remember DAd saying this was the correct bus. And they all hurried along.

Now, this time around I decided to board the bus on the men'S side, but lo, here i found myself amidst a large no. of women.

I looked around for mummy and sis, but couldn't find them. Then i looked behind for papa but couldn't trace him either. Since the bus was full, I thought they would be tucked away in some corner.

What actually happened was that I had boarded from the front side of the bus which was standing behind the correct bus.

SO, I kept sitting there till the conductor asked me to step down, about an hour later.

I'll go on to mom's version of the story. Well, when my parents found out that I was missing, Papa got down on the next stop , caught an auto and went back to the bus stop to look for me. The bus I was in was now moving in front of mom's bus. She suddenly realised what might have happened. She asked the conductor about the other bus, and was told that it went to some place called Shivaji Nagar, but the routes of the two buses was common for some distance. Then mummy described me to te driver, asked him to follow the other bus and somehow convey the message to the other driver. After about an hour, the conductor got down at a red-light, spoke to my conductor, who came to me, asked me if I was from Haryana, and then asked me to get down. I saw mummy get down from the bus behind me, and i hugged her. I was too innocent to know why was she crying.

A similar thing happened on another LTC trip, this time in 96. We were coming back from Puri on a super-long distance train to Delhi. I got down at the Gwalior station with a sardar uncle( a fellow pessengger i had befriended) and another kid travelling with him. We were peacefully drinking milk badam with our backs to the train when it started moving without a warning. Apparently, the train was running very late and didn't stop at Gwalior for the stipulated 10 minutes.

We caught the train when it was runnning at a fairly high speed, atleast 20 coaches behind our compartment. The train had 34 coaches in all. We were in the general dabba now. As usual, mom was hysterical and thought the sardar had kidnapped me( poor man, he was a philanthropist who ran an orphanage).

The train stopped in the middle of nowhere for some crossing after around 2 hours. So we got down and boarded our compartment(remember AC and general dabbas are separated, the partition cannot be opened).

To date, my parents remind me of Shivaji nagar and the fact that "main kahin bartan dho raha hota"!!

It happens only in India!

Monday, June 19, 2006

Women are weird


How true!!

Bold, British and beautiful!




Sunday, June 18, 2006

Oh dear....not CD again!

Its the Stamberger lake near munich....CD, I and Rocky are just back from a tiring trip to a fairytale castle. It is about to rain and we are just about to move till Rocky decides to take some snaps.....there are 3 german girls behind us...probably 17-18 years old, all gawdily dressed....it is friday evening and a Latino party is going on by the lake side.

Suddenly, a swan comes by the shore. CD decides to take a snap, the girl comes in the middle.

The girl moves back, blabbers something in German. CD looks at her, points his camera towards her.

The girl blabbers something else. CD thinks she wants him to take her snap.

CD points his camera towards her. The girls are looking somewhere else.

CD turns, dejected. The girls realise he wanted their snap. They call him. He is happy again.

The girl says something in German. I shout from a distance, "Keine Deutsche. Englisch..Englisch!!"

Girl1: "So where are you from?"
I know this is going to be crappy, I start moving back. CD apparently has just caught the mood. Rocky joins in too.

Rocky n CD: "India"

Girl1: " So you are here for Football?"

CD: "No, we are tourists."

Rocky:" Actually we are coming back from a castle. WE are staying with........"

I am already running.

Girl2: "Do you like Germany ?"

CD: "Yes, its nice!"

Girl 2: " And do you like the guys here. They are good for you".

All girls laugh. CD realises what just happened. Rocky is trying to suppress a smile. I have that I told you so look on my face.

CD turns back and starts walking.

CD: "Bloody drunk german girls. Chu#*%^%@"

Of late trains, Alpine lakes and Bavarian Motor Works

This is a post about the last two days, probably my only real vacation during this internship, and probably one of the best ever. Rachna has advised me to keep my posts small, but somehow i cannot do that.
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So, it all started on thursday morning which was anothe catholic holiday and i had taken friday off. The plan was to go to munich, newschwenstein and salzburg in the next 3 days and come back on sunday. i had rocky with me, and was supposed to meet CD at Munich. It was perfect till...........

Thursday began with us missing the first train as there was no bus from our hill to the railway station. So, while we walked all the way downtown in time for the second train, it got cancelled as somebody killed himself on the tracks. We hurriedly changed our itenerary but still missed our connecting train from Ulm as our train was running 30 minutes late. Another accident apparently. Talking of German efficiency.

Apparently, Germany had beaten Poland 1-0 by an 87th minute goal the night before. So, the late trains were an excuse for some people to drub the polish(" must've been some polish guy who killed himself in front of the train")......finally we reached Munich at 2 pm(instead of our original stipulated 10 am)...and to our delight, found CD waiting for us on the platform.

The city was hot...no not just any sunny day. It was actually hot, so much that motorbikes(which are usually preserved for the 10 such days in the entire year) were out.It is a rare sight to see motor bikes in Europe(for an indian i.e.) .

We started with the Olympia zentrum, with the famous olympic village, the open-air screens, the lake, the BMW building, the huge olympia tower............the city had everything promised by lonely planet- the sunbathers, the 1L beer mugs, the football craze, the craze with swimming....

We spent a lot of time there...just enjoying the sun and had a light lunch. Next stop was English garden which was much below my expectations. To begin with, it was just another garden that one finds in a city and the mosquitoes were discouraging too. So, we headed back and had a few one euro burgers. We topped it with some ice cream(nothing compared to my fav ice cream shop at tuebingen)....and headed for Marien Platz.

Marien Platz was boring too....maybe coz we guys were pretty tired by then. So, we decided to see the Arena before heading back home. The collosal Arena did leave an impression, but not enough to prep our already down body-language.

Sanket proved to be a great host. For the uninitiated ones, Sanket is this indian guy doing his masters with some company near munich. I found him through orkut and begged him for a place to stay for 2 nights( along with 20 other people i begged....yo orkut!). We had some draught beer to remove the fatigue(trust me, its my first in more than 3 months), and cooked some "white chhole" and "Alloo-shimlamirch". After the sumptous meal, all 3 of us headed towards his petite attic and slept like little babies.

Note to self: Never sleep with Chirag Dadlani again. His snores are, to say the least, psychologically disturbing.

We got up early the next day and were out in time to catch the first train for Fussen at 7. True to his name, Murphy came in our near-perfect plans. The state ticket that we were carrying was valid from 9 am. I knew this beforehand, but thought we would pass buy by telling the ticket checker that we came from jhumri-talaiya where no one knew German and who were the dumbest people god could ever make. Thankfully, CD showed them the ticket for Thursday(which was a holiday and hence the ticket was valid from midnight.) We were politely asked to get off at the next station.

So, there I was -in the middle of Bavaria(Bayern, remember Bayern Munich) in a small village called Kaufering sitting in the railway station cafe enjoying the sun, listening to songs, drinking coffee, taking arbit pics and waiting impatiently for the train to arrive. After 2 hours of wait, we caught the 9:30 train to Fussen.

Fussen was fun. That we were only 5 kms from the swiss border was told by the sheer no. of cows with big dangling swiss bells up their necks. We found two more indians, Abhijeet and Prikshit, and started the little trek up to Neuschwenstein.

Something about this castle. It is King Ludwig II's castle, built so that he could provide a platform to his opera artists to perform. It is a real fairytale castle, and the best tribute that it has received is that Disney copied the castle in its logo. The castle is well-preserved, only 120 years old, has simple, elegant yet capturing interiors( so unlike the gawdy french castles). And most of all, its on a steep steep hill overlooking a breathtaking gorge where a small brook makes fascinating cascades and a big whirlpool. For more details, check out Neuschwanstein.

The castle tour was only 35 minutes, and we guys were terribly hungry. I don't know about the others, but i ate atleast 5 cheese slices(thats a LOT of fat). The lake behind the castle is called Alpensee( which means Alpine sea, note all big water bodies in germany are called the sea). It was just the perfect swiss lake, meandering into the alps, with towering cliffs on all sides, and a small pebbled beach and a docking area on one side. We were enthu on boating, so we 5 hired a boat and tried our hand at rowing.

I ve always had a fascination for rowing. I always thought it was a tough sport, but i realised that it didn't require much of muscle effort. It was synchronisation which was the problem. Only abhijeet was the pro among us...and i think it was a bad idea to start your first rowing session with one pro and 3 amteurs . CD would say that i was the worst( he was the only one who knew swimming, and we weren't even wearing life jackets, and he didn't move his ass a tiny bit from the boat's end...didn't even touch the oars)..but i wud deny that. After much of 'chappu chalana', water splashing and some good rowing in flashes, we headed back to Munich.

I am sure you can guess what came next. The food ofcourse. WE guys were dying of hunger(what else do you expect from a group which has Chirag the great Dadlani and me)?? Cd got a Salami burger. I took a cold cheese sandwich(with Brie literally hanging out of it) and Rocky tried that too. Poor guy, he wasn't accustomed to eating cold sandwiches and european cheese.....I finished half of his burger :D. Was begging for some more.

We finished the day in style, at the Stamberger lake. It had started to drizzle a little. The lake was big, it was Friday evening and a Latino party was on. Rocky caught one of his Rajnikant( or should i see Sandy bhaiya's fever) and started clicking arbit photos of him in arbit poses. Then there was a little conversation between CD and two German girls, which i will recite in another post.

We reached Sanket's place at 9 am, cooked some pasta and had a little wine to go down with the Italian food. We also saw a little bit of Fanaa and a little bit of Darna Zaroori hai( Sanket had specially got these movies for us, but it was too late and we were too tired for anything.)

Next day was Munich again. We hit the MarienPlatz directly and were there just in time when the churches ring their bells simultaneously and the knights on the balcony of the city's main monument fight depicting a tradition that has been preserved for centuries . We spent the next 2 hours shopping, window-shopping, checking out arbit food joints, taking even more arbit snaps and even more arbit poses and arbitrarily passing time. Finally we bid CD goodbye at 12 while Rocky and I came down to KArlplatz to check out the streets there.

I was hungry again and decided to fill myself up. So i went to McDs and hit myself with 2 burgers, a coke and french fries and we came out to a world full of thousands of brasilian revellers.

What a sight it was!! Right in the middle of the city which literally 'worships' football. There were roadside Karoeke shows, scottish bands playing the bagpiper, and thousands of people sporting the yellow jerseys singing "Brasil.......lalalla...". The atmosphere was just intoxicating. WIsh we could have spent some more time there.

Munich would go down as one of the most memorable trips ever(after Shimla, and Konstanz). There is nothing special about the city-it is just too international. But it has everything a european city can boast of - good cafes, cheap pizzerias, beer gardens, a mix of languages, lakes , gardens, sun-bathers, gothic churches, world-famous museums and an enviable public transport system.

Viva La Deutschland!!




Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Just beautiful......

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Ahhh

There are many things i like about my new home. The kitchen for one. It is brilliantly stocked, and offers me all the experiments i make with my cooking(actually i am still quite a conservative cook). I have my own bath, my own little room where the window doesn't open to the road and offer the public a full view of what's inside(unlike my previous house). I have net here so I don't need to spend long hours at the lab(although the real usefulness of that is yet to be seen).

But most of all, I have access to PRateep's CDs-his little movie collection. And it has given me back what i love the most- Movies.

I just finished Ocean's Eleven. I remember it used to be CD's favourite movie.

The wait...

Of football and italian victories

Well to be very honest, I dont have much interest in football. I don't even know how long is the break between the two halves! I dont know the meaning of 'additional time' and so on. But well, i had to see this match yesterday.

So, I had just carried all my stuff to my new home. Isabelle had aske d me to join her in the little party which was being thrown by the Italians for the football match. I said, "Why not"! And the rest, as they say, is history.

Ah....it was difficult. I knew nobody there..and there were italian hooters all around me. Trust me, i dozed off atleast thrice during the match. But it wll still go down as the first complete football match i saw-all 90 minutes of it. I have played football at a stretch for more than 90 minutes but have never seen a match.

I dozed off a little in the middle...but did enough hooting to deserve my petite verre of Champagne after the match.

Night was fun. I couldn't sleep. I found Prateep's CD collection. There are some great indian oldies. I saw more than half of Koshish and almost cried at the beauty of the movie. Then saw Mona lisa smile. Have lots of things to say about that...juss wait!!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

More thoughts

Well, this post is intended to convey many things that i ve been thinking of the past few days now. Lets start one by one.

2 nights ago, we had quite a fruitful discussion over dinner. Every night, I used to talk about the orkut communities and what people are talking about reservation . I elicited a response but got none. Alekh is too involved in his theoritical computer science to think of such things( though he has great brains and good fundas, but they don't concern him, not superficially atleast). Suri is the cribboo types who will make irrational deductions on any topic, and then pass it off as it being 'his opinion'. He is judgemental, impulsive, cribboo..........unfortunately the traits of so many punjabis i ve seen. Tanmay again holds the 'moral' and the 'correct' virtues. He is about to make his life as an Oxford scholar and i won't be suprised if he wins a noble prize in medicine some day. But he wants to devote his life to basic research(not to industry research-making shampoos to stop falling hair and stuff), and it is more important to him than serving the nation or serving his fellow countrymen.

I am not being judgemental. I am not calling them 'bad' or ' insensitive' or 'selfish'. I would have been one of them had I not opened my eyes to the real me some time ago. Anyways.........

Anyways...the discussion revolved around several issues, and finally reached to 'Gandhi' vs 'Hitler'. Suri compared gandhi to hitler in the way that both had a great influence over the people, thanks to their mass appeal. But , in my opinion, the only way we can compare them is in this manner. They were different men, and different leaders in any other way.

Now, Suri said, that Hitler used his power( I'll define power as the ability to influence other people, their thoughts,actions and decisions) to kill Jews. Gandhiji used his power to make people kil themselves. By making people follow his ideals of non-violence, gandhi was killing them, or at least hurting them. And he is as guilty of being 'immoral' as hitler is.

Tanmay vehemently oppoised this by saying that killing is not the same as letting oneself hurt. Suri said its the same( the Tit-for-tat mentality i ve seen in so many people..the ego...which gets passed off in the name of self-respect. "Saale tune mereko gaali di...teri ma, behen$%#$$#%#$, YEh reservation maangne aa jaate hai saamay cle, mera dost to saaala SC ho ke car mein ghoomta hai and what not.." ) According to Suri, taking a life is as 'bad' as giving one. And then he took the examples of Lala lajpat rai who didn't respond to the lathicharge at Lahore because he was a follower of gandhi( and extremist, but no revolutionary was he), and he refused to respond to him.

And then he blabbered about the post-partition riots,and how gandhi was nothing but a propaganda man, who delayed our independence for so long because

a) he was 'representing' india in a way. He was there in all the round table conferences, the irwin pact, the mountbatten pact and what not. His popularity meant that alternative leaders and ideologies were not much sought after.
(b) His meekness meant that the british could delay our independence. He was not threatening or blackmailing them( as , some historians say, jinnah did to snatch independence for Pakistan).


Maybe it is true that Gandhi was merely a propaganda man. Maybe he was just another man who luckily stuck upon a novel way of revolting-Satyagraha; whose initial rebellions evoked a huge response, bigger in scale than the 1857 revolution or any extremist action till date. Maybe like all men of power, he wanted more power and sacrificed several thousand lives, so as not to compromise his relationship with the british.

Maybe he was like Hitler in this respece. A good leader, a rational man....who gave his country just what they needed, The germans needed to blame somebody for their voes and hitler gave them the Holocaust. The Indians needed a leader, a common roof to fight the British(Remember india was highly fragmented. There were a large no. of princely states, each asking for its own independence), and Gandhi gave them the will to fight, an ideology to uproot the british.

Historians say( and i belive too) that the Brits would have left hte country anyway, thanks to the World WAr II. I have read and heard of the precarious situation London was in, and England was just not able to withstand any more of struggle from the indians. HAd India been a profitable colony for them, then they would never have let it go. But they had to pump so much money and resources to sustain india, which could have been used to rebuild england.

Atlee and churchill were great statesmen, and again it is no joke that the British divided india before they left. The seeds of communalism, laid down by the British, but nurtured by indians themselves, had now grown so much that more than 10 lakh( maybe its too less) people died in the subsequent riots.

But then historians have found so many to blame for this. The indians blame jinnah. (atleast in the 9th standard NCERT books). Then some 'wise-cracks' say Nehru was responsible for it( especially after his inability to tackle the Kashmir situation and the fact that india lost the 1962 war because nehru did not know the attack capability of his own air-force).

Maybe Gandhi was just a father figure elevated by congress to god-hood so that they could stay for another 40 years in power. The congress banners even today carry his portrait. Maybe Gandhi wasn't THAT great. Maybe he was just one of the many leader instrumental for india's victory- but the unique way in which he did it(non-violence) and the fact that he was affiliated to INC, has made him as big as he is today.

Maybe what they say about the feuds between him and Subash chandra bose during 1930s is true.

My point is , even if the history that we know is factually incorrect, what difference does it make now?? Knowing hte real facts will only being more trouble. People will feel cheated. The history, however distorted it is, has served its purpose. The indians got a leader, a father figure, a man they could look up to and be proud of and brag about and what not.

I read an 'ekanki' in 10th. It was called "Mahabharat ki ek saanjh" and it was by Shri Bharat Bhushan Agarwal( Tanmay's grandfather incidentally). In it, the author nearly convinces the reader that the Kauravas were more 'correct' (dharm-pakshi) than the Pandavas. From Bhim's blow on duryodhan's thigh to krishna telling duryodhan not to go naked in front of his mother to the way they killed dronacharya to ashvathama to the killing of karn( highly 'akshatriya ' on arjun's part i believe) to the fact that yudhisthar put Draupadi on the cards, the Pandavas were wrong all through.

But my question is, SO WHAT?? So, one side was right and one was wrong. The story served its purpose- good over bad. It is meant to teach us something, and it does. Though Pandavas' actions are still not highly appreciated by everybody, and thats why Ramayana is considered a more revered book than Mahabharata. In ramyana, one kills a demon, in mahabharata, one kills humans, one own brothers, but it is justified by the recital of Bhgwad Gita.

Similarly, it shouldn't matter if Gandhi was wrong or Hitler was right. What they did was ultimately shown to be good/bad. Gandhi fought against colonisation and thus he has to be shown as good. Hitler killed people and so he must be shown as bad.This is nothing in fact. During the cold war, the entire concept of Capitalism was shown as 'bad'. So much so that many russians and chinese still proclaim communism over capitalism( notwithstanding the many civil liberties that they lack........its the history they have studies which makes the difference.)

a more striking example is that while Jinnah is shown to be responsible for the partition, he is worshipped as the father of the nation in Pakistan. There cannot be a better example of distorting history for one's needs. That is why, once Nehru was glorifies, his role in the creation of LOC is still not known to many people.

Now, I understand the importance of our history textbooks. For a long time( before Wikipedia and the internet in general), my knowledge of history has come from my history text-books, especially in 9th and 10th. And yes, they were highly similar to the NCERT text books. I am fortunate enough to look at these things the way i am looking now. But many of us do not want to budge from our stands ,and perceive things from a narrow point of view.

Its views and opinions like these only which lead to communalism and conflicts and religious fundamentalism.

Sometimes i wonder what prevented this world from turning into the nightmare that George Orwell surmised in 1984. Or what we see in so many sci-fi movies. Is it because human rights are still alive. Is it because of UNO. I am sure it is not because of USA, for sure. Even if it is against communism, it is still powerful and like all men with power, it wants more power. I know that the world is heading towards a uni-polar world. I know that no matter how powerful individual countries become, there will always be a country which is more powerful than that. I know that the next war will not be fought with nuclear weapons, but neither india nor pakistan would want 10 lakh deaths on its frontiers. Then maybe some foolish guy will pull the triggger, and somebody will drop a nuke. I know that there will be riots in France, and another genocide of Muslims like the ones in Rwanda and Algeria. I know that one day USA will attack Iran and then Syria and then Oman and then Saudi Arabia for Oil, and this will kill more lakhs and create a lakh more oppressed, destitute, homeless and angry frustrated palestinians vowing for the blood of the americans. I know that there will be huge riots between hindus and muslims in India, very soon.....and no matter how sane i sound now, my best friend will get hurt in it....and i will become a fanatic too.

I know its not too late to be human. We just have to open our eyes!!

ASShole!!

I got this from Abhimanyu Rana's blog. He is 2 years senior to me in DBEB. I don't know if he even knows my name. I would personally never write(nor be able to write) such a stuff ,but i am reproducing it here to convey the anger and despair i felt at A) reading the transcipt and then B) watching arjun singh's interview with KAran Thapar.

My interpretation of Karan Thapar interviewing a certain person


Rape of the future, Act II, scene II: The after math.
Arjun Singh Shrimaan (hereon referred to as ASS) is heating a poker over the funeral pyre of logic. Everynow and then he glances towards Mr. future, which lies spread eagle across his desk and chuckles whenever another good sadistic idea passes through his warped mind. He is already drooling non-stop thinking about how his name is going to figure in the history books. The drool os collecting by his feet and he tests the poker's temperature every now and the by vaporising some of it.

Mr. F: Do you have any idea what you are trying to do.
ASS: No
Mr. F: Then why are you doing it.
ASS: It look slike fun, plus it won't hurt me.
Mr. F: You know, you might end up killing me.
ASS: And what evidence do you have in support of that statement? It will help matters by making ur ass soft for the shuddas and OBCs to screw.
Mr. F: Common sense?
ASS: I have none
Mr. F: HT, TOI state that a you are likely to get killed if you are impaled in the ass by a red hot poker
ASS: We cannot rely on their facts, they have never been impaled
Mr. F: Have you? Do you have any evidence to support YOUR claim
ASS: I am superior. Because I can, therefore I will
Mr. F: What about scientific evidence?
ASS: The weather is nice
Mr. F: Experts you hired are saying that your idea is bad, and not supported by reason
ASS: It depends on what you want to hear... try this... idea is -------- supported by reason. You cannot arbitarily chose what you want to listen to
Mr. F: Don't you care?
ASS: If i ever cared about anything, I would have resigned after Bhopal gas tragedy. Here, its white hot now.
Mr. F: So you know that you are going to kill me, but still would go ahead?
ASS: The decision has ben taken based on my instincts. I cannot back out and appear logical. You see (points towards the pyre), I killed him already. Anyway, you are expendable, but I have been promised a new underwear by the ISI if I impale you.
Mr. F: You mother fucker!!!
ASS: Shit, how did u find out???

Friday, June 09, 2006

My stuff on orkut

Many people arguing for reservation have the arguement that general category students have the benefit of better coaching, better parental guidance(since childhood) and in general more awareness. That is why they(the SC/ST/OBC) cannot participate in the same category as the others simply on the basis of merit. The above article shows the story of 30 students, mostly OBCs and SCs cracking JEE once they were provided free coaching and accomodation for two years.

I think it is more feasible for the government to open such coaching centres( government sponsored) for the ecomonomically backward students(not just on the basis of caste). I know that this will not be a permanent solution, but if a few people get together in every major city, then we can atleast provide one oppurtunity to the poor. And oppurtunity is what they lack.

I know that it is not a permanent solution. But then, it is more feasible than increasing the seats in the current engineering colleges. Already, IIT has a 'preparatory program'. I am not sure if it is for SC/ST only( i think it is for them only) , wherein low rankers in JEE can stay in IIT and get coaching from IIT professors for one year. Since IITs are heavily subsidised( the food and the lodgin too),this means that they get quality coaching at relatively inexpensive rates( much less compared to the coaching centers).

But seats in such a prep course are limited, and one needs to have a rank in JEE( albeit very low) to be able to avail it. Maybe increasing the no. of students in that is an option as well.

Following are some of the things i wrote on the community,"We support reservation". I would like to have a permanent record of them.

And yes, I do not support reservation.


"And I have specified here that there are very few non-meritorious students who get admission into colleges on the basis of reservation. I am not saying that all reserved category students are non-meritorious, neither do i imply that all general category students are meritorious. But I am sure that all of you would agree with me that the no. of meritorious students from general category is higher than reserved category....

I clarify again. I know all of us have struggled to make our lives. Competition is what differentiates a developing country from other developed countries, and this idea of competition has been well-ingrained in us since childhood.

Yes, I agree with Ajit that there are a large no. of people who are deprived of the basic standards of life. But do you think that reserving seats for them wil provide a permanent solution to alleviate all their problems. But differences are everywhere. A poor 15 yeaar old kid saw his mother work in the fields and he wanted to be able to earn money to build a house for her. A middle class boy saw his father go to his office on scooter everyday and he secretly wished he could earn enough money to buy his father a car.

Ambitions never end. But where do we put a limit to them?? We cannot simply be narrow in our outlook and lament our past. As Ajit said, we need to be open-minded and approach these issues with rationality. We indians never cry or crib or demand for special treatment when we go to states to study or work. Its not because we are a minority, and we are scared of the majority. But it is because that is the way life is. India was glorious in the past when America was ruled by red-indians. But USA has greater technological advances today while India still struggles to provide the basic standards of life to thousands of people.

True, there have been historical wrongs but they can be corrected by other means as well. If sane and rational people get together, they can end the caste discrimination. I have never looked down upon anybody from a lower caste, nor looked up to anybody from a higher caste. I am sure there must be thousands more who think like me, but lakhs more who dont. What we have to do is to make those lakhs think rationally and open-mindedly.

When i say that passions run high, I mean that it is common for young people to think irrrationally for an issue which affects them in a seemingly dear manner. While reservations is a ray of hope to lakhs of young students to enter good colleges and make their lives, it is also a spell of doom to those lakhs who prepare for these colleges and who are not bright enough to get the top ranks. They obviously feel wronged. Now, they are only using these petitions, hunger strikes etc, as a way to protest, and unfortunately the media is sensationalising them. These actions are not justified. Infact, no form of unruly protests and hate remarks are justified. But if we ourselves show immaturity by taking deep offence to these slogans, and then take harsh stand; then who will rationally sit down and discuss these issues.

Its like saying all Pakistanis are bad, simply because a few narrow'minded ones made defamatory statements in public. Its like saying all Muslims are bad, simply because some embittered ones in your locality indulge in anti-social behaviour and criticize the country. I admit that some people in their irrational minds have made bad statements against the low caste people, but that doesnt mean that the others should also behave in a similar manner......

And this is for Dhagej..you are right that caste discrimination is still in prominence. The burning of dalits that you cites is just one of the many incidents that happen. But do you really feel that reservations will end this attitude?? So, a poor kid from low caste will get a job, earn money and probably shift to the city. But will that remove the hatred which is prevelant between the higher caste and the lower caste. Only education can help us remove this evil. It wasn't easy to convince people that having a large no. of children is bad for the ecomonic health of the family, but it took many decades for people to understand the same. Sati was a social evil so deep-rooted in the society that young widows would willingly immerse themselves in their husband's pyre....but we don't see any more cases of SAti today.

Change is always difficult to implement, and change always takes time. Reservation is not a permanent solution, but changing the outlook of the people is. Its not easy, but its worth trying, don't you think!!!"



Monday, June 05, 2006

Love shower-once again

And they did it again...last night. It was only 12 pm, and i walked up to the bathroom half asleep when i realised that the door is locked and the voices are coming from inside. I said a loud "Sorry" and went back. I couldn't even laugh this time around.

Looks like I'll have to give a link to this blog to Isabelle..

Of long nights and late mornings

So It was a long weekend, with the germans celebrating the saturday, the sunday and the anniversary of 50 days of ressurection of jesus( when the holy spirit came down). A long weekend should mean lots of rest, but in my case, it was a 3 day time to clone this stupid sa HAMP mutant in a harmless PEt30 vector.

And guess what!! I couldn't even reach the ligation stage. The 2 day job received 4 successive failures, all at the gel extraction step, which is a standard protocol and has little possibility of anything going wrong.

Meanwhile, I spent a lot of time watching movies. Got hold of some good movies generously contributed by Indro and Cedric. So i saw, this, this, this, this , and this .. The last one was particularly good and i enjoyed every bit of it. The sound track is wonderful, the acting is well done, the dialogues are touching and that girl, Miss Penny LAne(Kate Hudson) is just too good. She certainly deserved an oscar for this.

So, while i was up till 3 am watching the movies, obviously i felt hungry. So i got myself a chocolate and 2 glasses of milk. And I did get up atleast thrice to take a leak. Each time was a story in itself.

WEll the first time, when i came out...i heard voices. Ah!Its just Isabelle i thought, with her boyfriend. FOr the uninitiated ones, Isabelle's bf Marco had come over for the weekend and so i bumped into them at times, during dinner time. Now, this time, her room was open and the voices were coming from the shower!!!

Right in front of me...nobody in the house! The kitchen's empty, Erica out, and Isabelle in the shower with Marco and the worst part is..........the shower's door was ajar!!!!

For the pervertish souls, the door was simply ajar, not open or revealing anything. And besides, they were obviously in the bath tub with the shower curtain on so I might as well have done my stuff and gone back....but I dared not do anything. Apparently they had heard me coming out and the loud ,"Shit!' that came out of my mouth...so there were some hurried hushes . I had meanwhile gone back to my movie.

As soon i turned on the volume, I laughed....at the silliness of the entire thing.

well, they had emptied the bathroom in 15 minutes. So I could easily do my stuff, but not without funny voices from the paper thin wall which separates the bathroom from her bedroom.

I shall end the story here, coz there's nothing more to say.....but seriously guys, its not easy to live with a girl!!

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Reservation, once again.

I'll begin by saying that I am writing this because i read this little made up story on http://reversation.blogspot.com. The story was good, but the analogy was sick.. What disturbed me more were the comments on that.

So, I am modifying my comment on that story and proceed to give my views about reservation.

Firstly, I agree with the fact that India will surely go to dogs if it keeps favouring merit over incompetency (or over the underprivileged which leads to them becoming incompetent). There is social discrimination in the society and we all know it. I also agree that the percentage of downtrodden people is much greater than those of middle class people. And I also believe that 'the bright and hardworking son of the middle class banker' from chandigarh could have done something good in his life even without a seat in IIT, but the poor, ambitious and no less hard-working dalit from rohtak would have been nothing but a small-time technician or baboo in some sarkari office had he not got into iit on his second attempt, thanks to reservation.

But this still doesn't justify reservation.


Because, this way of bringing things on the same level will be at the cost of merit. Merit, which will serve the country, in a much better and more impactful manner. So, reservation directly translates into a hamper in progress.

Reservation is a pessimistic action. It is not a just mode of social upliftment after 59 years of independence. The root cause, which is social discrimination and lack of oppurtunity at an early stage, must be worked upon. I know it is easier said than done.

So, it basically means that the government must fulfill its role in a better manner. By ensuring schools for all, in the remotest of villages, for the most 'backward' of classes. It must ensure good health, water, employement oppurtunities to make these communities less 'backward'. The Scheduled castes have been 'scheduled' because they were discriminated against. The government must function in a manner that this discrimination is completely removed.

All this should have been done in the last 50 years. By accepting the fact that there are still the downtrodden and the underprivileged, the government is accepting its failures as a responsible government till now. ( And I am not contesting that, there ARE the poor and the underprivileged, and the government COULD have done better).

Reservation is like the 'license raj', i.e., issue of licenses for everything, to protect state's interest. It is like the concept of subsidies( Ironically, WTO's motto is free trade, and India supports it. And we all know how hard India is lobbying so that the european countries remove subsidies on agri products.).

License raj suffocated india's growth for decades till liberalisation came in.
Subsidies are a bane to the economic properity of many countries. Do you not see the essential pessimism in the very idea of reservation?? Its not protecting anybody's interest, but actually promoting more discrimination, corruption!!

There is nothing which can justify reservation, not in 2006. India is at a time where it needs more engineers( and better engineers) to support the strong infrastructure growth. It needs more doctors to ensure that all sections of the society are absorbed in the mainstream and get the benefit of the country's booming economy.

And it needs people with open minds, so that there is no discrimination, and thus no reservation.


Thursday, June 01, 2006

Hmmm

  • I spoke in french after a long time today. With Isabelle. Seriously, today i realised that its such a beautiful language. Never realised it before. Not when i learnt it, not when i spoke it!!
  • My orkut fortune,"Your happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life!!"


I think life is beautiful.....

Am still sad!!! buh buh buh....

Truths of life

  • I hate Luria-broth!
  • Beta-mercaptoethanol smells like shit!!
  • Buh buh buh........
  • I am tired, buh buh buh buh!!!!!!!