At 22, While I was still wet behind my ears, and in my first assignment as a Project Leader, I was conducting a feasibility study for a power major. It was during this Market research, I did get an opportunity to understand the power woes of India. Needless to say, the project was a ultra mega flop. Trying to enjoy this monumental victory, I gulped down 10 bottles of beer - believe me, I drank them all without puking (for all those who know my Beer Quotient, you can ignore this).
Hyper-demand for power in case of a "transforming" nation (Courtesy: US state Dept for having moved India from underdeveloped to developing and now to transforming nation) like ours, cannot be over-emphasized. Economists and few politicians claim, this strategic Civilian nuclear programme with the US would do India many good. But in this case, I firmly believe, the left is right. Had it not been for the left, the BJP would have sent troops to Iraq and we would have supported a wrong cause, a cause which had left .6 million dead and 2 million homeless, a cause which had successfully dethroned dictatorship only to build a nation of graveyard and feed through the oil pipes, a few rich rodents in the US. Left, would be correct in this case too and I don't see it as pro-Chinese. Americans are probably are the most friendliest guys, but their leaders are not.
Americans see the Middle Kingdom as a threat to their unipolar world, a threat which might question their hegemony and their never ceasing heinous crimes. Reactions from US on our Pokhran I & II, Uncle Sam' Machiavellian policies with Pakistan, Afghan, Iran,etc(you know, the list is endless) should be pondered on before hugging the US of A which would stab us with its traditional double standard foreign policies.
India can still leverage on Coal based production of electricity(NTPC produces environment friendly electricity at the mouth of coal pit heads) and tap non-conventional energy resources than trusting a chameleon with a venomous snake's tongue kissing the growth of India. Meanwhile, Dr. Singh, should develop a robust foreign policy and focus on alternatives than running amok like a headless chicken;-) while I join the left singing ...
Big fella!!
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
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NRI & PIOs in the US are making big strides, is an outdated news, but the recent one about the Indian Playboy Mr. Richard Menon is not. He used all his "spare" time to create one of top porn production company in the US. Call it porn capitalism ......What a Stupid way of growing rich!!!
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
From the desk of Nary - 8 facts about me…
You know life gets hectic. I spent the whole last week immersed in one of the most exciting books – Ponniyin Selvan. Having reached the climax of PS and with enormous requests mounting from my beloved friends who have started falling in love with my words and who perennially urge me to pen down my thoughts, I decide to share with you, friends, 8 facts about my life. Thanks to Mathi who tagged and nagged me for quite sometime now. Here you go…
1 – I aspired to be one of the most creative men on earth, until one day I read a research report which said 70% of creative men are gays. Please get me “straight”, I’m not creative.
2 – Invariably everyday I have at the least 2 to 3 sweet-voiced young women - probably beautiful too - calling to persuade me to use their services. I’m highly disciplined enough to say “NO”.
3 – I hate using credit cards. (Couple facts 2 & 3)
4 – I’m emotionally strong and I firmly believe my EQ is significantly higher than my IQ - This is the reason I provide for not being so successful in competitive exams.
5 – I go around preaching my friends not to a have a girl friend. Not because they are too expensive but because I don’t have one.
6 – I’m a glib liar. I’m good looking, innocent and have a heart that beats for others.
7 – I believe, Woman is god’s best creation on earth. (No, I’m not lying)
8 – I would NOT tag my friends. Not that I do not want to, but when it comes to blogging we are a bunch of chronic laggards. Let me spare them…
1 – I aspired to be one of the most creative men on earth, until one day I read a research report which said 70% of creative men are gays. Please get me “straight”, I’m not creative.
2 – Invariably everyday I have at the least 2 to 3 sweet-voiced young women - probably beautiful too - calling to persuade me to use their services. I’m highly disciplined enough to say “NO”.
3 – I hate using credit cards. (Couple facts 2 & 3)
4 – I’m emotionally strong and I firmly believe my EQ is significantly higher than my IQ - This is the reason I provide for not being so successful in competitive exams.
5 – I go around preaching my friends not to a have a girl friend. Not because they are too expensive but because I don’t have one.
6 – I’m a glib liar. I’m good looking, innocent and have a heart that beats for others.
7 – I believe, Woman is god’s best creation on earth. (No, I’m not lying)
8 – I would NOT tag my friends. Not that I do not want to, but when it comes to blogging we are a bunch of chronic laggards. Let me spare them…
Thursday, July 26, 2007
BLOG OF FAME...
One morning after the regular morning prayer assembly, Rev. Fr. Paul came with this wierd idea of re-sizing sections. Shahul and I were unfavorably placed as this unexpected displacement would bring new changes in our daily routine of trading trinkets and choclates with MADE IN FRANCE embossed on it. Our inability to penetrate the new market filled with studious kids, made me allergic to trade and concentrate on my studies. Soon, I was moving to the top ranks and it was not until then I earned friends and one among them was a fragile, pale, thin kid - Pari aka Rangan. We grew together like brothers and shared similair interests and passion. Pari unlike me is a great "Kalaakari". I always urge him to pursue his passion - art and paintings and what you would find below is a small collection of Pari's in my BLOG OF FAME....
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The Street of Peter Nagar
Tall houses queued up in a neat row on either side of the street; Peter Nagar had its old memories hidden beneath its thick tar roads. Puddles of water would ornate the moist red sand road with crisscrossed and rutted gutters making the street adventurous for any rider. Deciding to dress the red naked road with black tar, the municipality authorities would rob the street of its sheen burying the natural look it adorned. It should have witnessed every phase in the lives of Peter Nagar inhabitants – birth, death, failure, success, grief, hate, passion, anger ……it had managed to conceal their secrets under its dark tar coated mask. It remained a silent spectator when we witnessed Paapa-akka’s life taking a twist; it chose to remain still when her husband tumbled down gasping for his last breath. It was still, when the incorrigible alcoholic Albert kicked the bucket; it did not react when Allwyn, the state topper, adopting priesthood frustrated with materialistic life. It remained calm reacting to none.
To me, the street of Peter Nagar is more than just a street, it was my arena where I exhibited my cricketing prowess, it was my favorite rendezvous where I made friends for life with whom I shared moments which I would carry to my deathbed and even beyond. It is where we held our clandestine meets to decide and host our “Group Study” and we would vote the absolute choice as Appu’s place, as he was the only privileged one to possess a VCR then. Appu & I would stroll up and down this street sharing lighter moments, trying to impress the Patrick’s girls who managed to ignore our superior stunts. With no four walls around, it is where we disclosed our dark open secrets, debating on trivia, thumping on accomplishments, expressing our love, friendship and envy.
Appu & I, befriended Hemchand with the strategic intent of leveraging his cricket kit, since then, cricket was even more fun with keeping gloves, BDM stumps and a fresh SS willow. Hemchand, I should say, gave a new fillip to our street cricket. His long run ups to bowl the most expected wide balls demanded him to take long strides like a bulky monster rummaging the already dent road. The blue TVS champ (had been the most coveted to make fun trips after winning matches) wearing his constipated smile and self proclaimed “I, me, myself” stories were his Unique Propositions. After Class X, Appu & I drifted away from his company and I would occasionally meet him up to exchange pleasantries. Otherwise, he was almost a forgotten entity.
Few days back, Dr. Hemchand fell as a prey to the ebb tide of his ruthless life which left him crippled and his legs amputated. When Ramesh apprised me on Hemchand’s ill fate, my heart was drowned in pain as I sympathized with a young lad dreaming to make big in life. As a kid he dreamt of marrying the actress Meena, riding a Tata Safari, starting his own hospital. The street of Peter Nagar would no more feel the real legs of Hemchand denting it; the fate made the street devoid of the rummaging that Hemchand would make on it, the road would no more be privileged to see him running mad after he picks up a wicket in a wide ball. I walked the street with a heavy heart unable to digest the fact and wishing it was a nightmare, while the street lay silent trying to offer me solace. The street should have seen many good times and bad yet it remained calm trying to empathize with my thoughts hiding its own sadness it should have felt for Hemachand. It hid its sadness beneath the dust laid tar road as I walked down the street searching the past.
To me, the street of Peter Nagar is more than just a street, it was my arena where I exhibited my cricketing prowess, it was my favorite rendezvous where I made friends for life with whom I shared moments which I would carry to my deathbed and even beyond. It is where we held our clandestine meets to decide and host our “Group Study” and we would vote the absolute choice as Appu’s place, as he was the only privileged one to possess a VCR then. Appu & I would stroll up and down this street sharing lighter moments, trying to impress the Patrick’s girls who managed to ignore our superior stunts. With no four walls around, it is where we disclosed our dark open secrets, debating on trivia, thumping on accomplishments, expressing our love, friendship and envy.
Appu & I, befriended Hemchand with the strategic intent of leveraging his cricket kit, since then, cricket was even more fun with keeping gloves, BDM stumps and a fresh SS willow. Hemchand, I should say, gave a new fillip to our street cricket. His long run ups to bowl the most expected wide balls demanded him to take long strides like a bulky monster rummaging the already dent road. The blue TVS champ (had been the most coveted to make fun trips after winning matches) wearing his constipated smile and self proclaimed “I, me, myself” stories were his Unique Propositions. After Class X, Appu & I drifted away from his company and I would occasionally meet him up to exchange pleasantries. Otherwise, he was almost a forgotten entity.
Few days back, Dr. Hemchand fell as a prey to the ebb tide of his ruthless life which left him crippled and his legs amputated. When Ramesh apprised me on Hemchand’s ill fate, my heart was drowned in pain as I sympathized with a young lad dreaming to make big in life. As a kid he dreamt of marrying the actress Meena, riding a Tata Safari, starting his own hospital. The street of Peter Nagar would no more feel the real legs of Hemchand denting it; the fate made the street devoid of the rummaging that Hemchand would make on it, the road would no more be privileged to see him running mad after he picks up a wicket in a wide ball. I walked the street with a heavy heart unable to digest the fact and wishing it was a nightmare, while the street lay silent trying to offer me solace. The street should have seen many good times and bad yet it remained calm trying to empathize with my thoughts hiding its own sadness it should have felt for Hemachand. It hid its sadness beneath the dust laid tar road as I walked down the street searching the past.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Sivaji – The BOSS (Bachelor of Stupid Show)
A Hyper-hyped India’s most expensive movie starring India’s greatest style icon raises a simple question. Why the hell the movie was made?
Conspicuous, throughout the movie, is the dilemma that the director should have faced – either to present a Rajini movie with no content or to direct a Shankar movie and deliver a message in his own extravagant style – and successfully failing to create a movie which is neither of the two. Invariably, a normal viewer might miscomprehend Vivek as the protagonist and Rajini as a comedian who accomplished an unsuccessful attempt to make the first part of the movie a slap stick comedy, thereby making a gleeful suicide attempt.
Horrendous comedies, awful screenplay, pathetic direction, poor characterization, weird re-recording and appalling acting constitute the movie Sivaji. Sum of parts is always greater than the whole and the role of Shreya is mere a constant C in the equation y=mx –c and she balances the failing, down-sloping equation. Evident it is - both Shankar and Shreya should have forgotten their brains in their wardrobe. AVM should have been frugal enough to spend on Shreya’s costumes, as the only cost they should have incurred is on a couple of Maagi noodles pack. Wearing these threadbare noodles in all the songs, she reveals all the interesting and barely managing to conceal the vital.
In short, Sivaji is a poorly executed low-quality movie contributed by powerful band of bigwigs thereby enlisting it as another stupid movie produced by the mighty Indian cinema house AVM.
Sivaji vaayula mannu thaanda(pallavi) ….
Sivaji Thalayula thundu thaan da ….
aaheke right a Sivaji right a
aaheke right a Sivaji right a (chorus) …
Conspicuous, throughout the movie, is the dilemma that the director should have faced – either to present a Rajini movie with no content or to direct a Shankar movie and deliver a message in his own extravagant style – and successfully failing to create a movie which is neither of the two. Invariably, a normal viewer might miscomprehend Vivek as the protagonist and Rajini as a comedian who accomplished an unsuccessful attempt to make the first part of the movie a slap stick comedy, thereby making a gleeful suicide attempt.
Horrendous comedies, awful screenplay, pathetic direction, poor characterization, weird re-recording and appalling acting constitute the movie Sivaji. Sum of parts is always greater than the whole and the role of Shreya is mere a constant C in the equation y=mx –c and she balances the failing, down-sloping equation. Evident it is - both Shankar and Shreya should have forgotten their brains in their wardrobe. AVM should have been frugal enough to spend on Shreya’s costumes, as the only cost they should have incurred is on a couple of Maagi noodles pack. Wearing these threadbare noodles in all the songs, she reveals all the interesting and barely managing to conceal the vital.
In short, Sivaji is a poorly executed low-quality movie contributed by powerful band of bigwigs thereby enlisting it as another stupid movie produced by the mighty Indian cinema house AVM.
Sivaji vaayula mannu thaanda(pallavi) ….
Sivaji Thalayula thundu thaan da ….
aaheke right a Sivaji right a
aaheke right a Sivaji right a (chorus) …
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
FAITH, the road more traveled
Hitting the road, the spotless white Indigo danced to the tunes of the convoluted serpentine road which twisted and turned on its whims and fancies. Watching the world move behind me, I was spoiling myself in the plush leather seats as my ipod was playing its 1GB magic in my ears. Waging an authoritative altercation I was successful in disapproving the list of topics carefully chosen by dad & mom and let sleep creep in their exhausted minds to prepare them for the next round of lists which I would certainly disapprove of. Though I realize, mental paradigms could not be changed in just wink of an eye, most of the times, I feel quite sad and stupid as my parents fail to understand the needless pain they invite upon them in the name of religion, belief and superstition. This is one such “pilgrimage” for my parents in their pursuit of a heavenly after-life while I was enjoying their presence and living the current moment to my heart’s content.
Starting with a holy dip in Nala Theertham of Thirunallar (a temple for Saturn god) in a belief that it would make us devoid of all the future ill-luck, the trip un-winded as we visited Thirupampuram (Kingdom of Serpents), AnandhaMangalam, Swamimalai(A place for the war god Karthikeya), Uppaliyappan and Vaitheeswaran Kovil. Curious to know about the stories made around these temples I had started to collect the documented history(Thiruthala Varalaru) and was busy criticizing the well cooked up stories while my mom was fuming in fear that their mighty God might punish me.
All throughout the trip, I was quite successful in winning never ceasing arguments with dad and was brimming with pride for having exhibited glimpses of my analytical brain. Turning impatient, as I could see my dad enjoying the defeat, I was determined to humiliate him further and chose to discuss about the core of their beliefs – FAITH. Questioning their faith and their obsolete religion I was close in winning another battle until my dad uttered his closing sentences in his own unique style. FAITH IS ALL THAT KEEPS US MOVING AND ALIVE. IT IS THE ONLY LINK BETWEEN MAN & MAN and MAN & GOD. ONE WHO LOSES FAITH LOSES EVERYTHING. I found the answer convincing, and for the first time in the trip, I was defeated but yet felt the real joy in losing to my loved one and having rediscovered a known fact. Silence crept in and dad went back to his hibernating mode while my mind was furiously thinking about the truth in the fact called FAITH. I could see the world moved past as the Indigo cruised along in the road more traveled.
Starting with a holy dip in Nala Theertham of Thirunallar (a temple for Saturn god) in a belief that it would make us devoid of all the future ill-luck, the trip un-winded as we visited Thirupampuram (Kingdom of Serpents), AnandhaMangalam, Swamimalai(A place for the war god Karthikeya), Uppaliyappan and Vaitheeswaran Kovil. Curious to know about the stories made around these temples I had started to collect the documented history(Thiruthala Varalaru) and was busy criticizing the well cooked up stories while my mom was fuming in fear that their mighty God might punish me.
All throughout the trip, I was quite successful in winning never ceasing arguments with dad and was brimming with pride for having exhibited glimpses of my analytical brain. Turning impatient, as I could see my dad enjoying the defeat, I was determined to humiliate him further and chose to discuss about the core of their beliefs – FAITH. Questioning their faith and their obsolete religion I was close in winning another battle until my dad uttered his closing sentences in his own unique style. FAITH IS ALL THAT KEEPS US MOVING AND ALIVE. IT IS THE ONLY LINK BETWEEN MAN & MAN and MAN & GOD. ONE WHO LOSES FAITH LOSES EVERYTHING. I found the answer convincing, and for the first time in the trip, I was defeated but yet felt the real joy in losing to my loved one and having rediscovered a known fact. Silence crept in and dad went back to his hibernating mode while my mind was furiously thinking about the truth in the fact called FAITH. I could see the world moved past as the Indigo cruised along in the road more traveled.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
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