Five Point Something -- Chetan Bhagat -- Ok
Fifth Mountain -- Paulo Coelho -- Ok
Witch of Portobello -- Paulo Coelho -- Ok
The Pilgrimage -- Paulo Coelho -- Good
Veronika decides to die -- Good
Eleven Minutes -- Good
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Things to do
1 -- Copy all my blog postings to blogger
2 -- Finish of PC
3 -- Finish of the Zahir blog
4 -- Refinish PC
5 -- Plan the North India trip
6 --
2 -- Finish of PC
3 -- Finish of the Zahir blog
4 -- Refinish PC
5 -- Plan the North India trip
6 --
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Good Intentioned Gafoor .. The GIG Feature 1
So the date was 05/14/2010 .I had gone with Gafoor to watch Ironman 2 at the nearby theatre.The ticket fellow informed us that the English movie will be in Hindi. So instead of wasting our time inside we decide to waste some time outside the theatre before heading for home.while we were wasting time sitting and watching the nightwalkers , good intentioned Gafoor started playing songs on his cell.After close to 30 minutes' we headed back home and the tragedy strikes or rather i purposefully hit the tragedy by starting the song Hare Rama Hare Krishna from the movie Bhool Bhulaiya. And this song brings out the devil inside Gafooor who starts dancing.as the lifts door opens one kid comes out who also joins Gafoor in his dance. As me and Gafoor enter the lift,the music stops. With no music ,I thought Gafoor will also now logically stop his dance. But then Gafooor always had a very uncomfortable relation with logic. And so Mr Gafoor continues with his dance while the lift tries to rockets itself towards the 14th floor.
As the lift shook with Gafoor's dance maneuvers,I tried to impress upon Gafoor the risk of indulging in such earth shattering dance inside a moving lift when suddenly, somewhere close to 4th floor, the lift stops. Some "tearsome" incidents over the past year has robbed me of creativity in dealing with the unexpected and has sapped my mind of enjoying the thrills a adventure can bring. various images and news items of lift crashes went through my mind.but in spite of all my doubts I was optimistic about Gafoor's optimism. Supremely confident Gafoor represses the button for 14th floor , nothing happens. The reasonable person inside gafoor takes over and this time 4th floor is attempted.Again nothing happens.Now Gafoor presses alarm key inside the lift, again nothing happens. Bit shaken up, Gafoor now presses all buttons expecting something to happen.Again the lift repeats its earlier behavior of not reacting to stimulus Gafoor has beeen applying.With all the buttons now lit up , Gafoor with a glint in eyes shows me how good it looks when all buttons on lifts dashboard are lit.
With no indication of any help coming , i stared at the stupid cell the origin of all trouble and saw that one bar on the cell was still there to give us some support.I called up SG hoping he will come rushing to help us i found his cell engaged.after several minutes Gafoor was successful in disengaging him. In spite of best attempts by Gafoor, SG understood the seriousness of the situation and we heard him talking to the security fellow over the phone. Seeing the control completely going out of Gafoor's grasp my optimism made a renewed comeback however i being aware of Gafoor's reputation of positively screwing any positive situation, instead of showing my sense of relief i threatened him with a sms complaint to Lady Gafoor. Suddenly there were bangings on the lift door indicating the presence of rescue team on other side of the door.
So after close to 30 min inside a stuck lift I experienced first contact with the intelligence. As me and Gafoor waited patently for the door to open , There was some arguments on the other side of the door and suddenly all sound ceased. With nothing left for Gafoor to do he again starts twiddling with the lift controls. With nothing left for me to do , i again threatened Gafoor with a sms complaint to lady Gafoor. I threateningly opened my cell and type in the name of Lady Gafoor, an excited babble comes from the other side of the door. Finally the door opens, there is a crowd of ignorants waiting for us on the other side complaining bout the lack of maintenance of the lift. Gafoor is kind enuff to let me go out first. As gafoor climbs out of lift, his cell rings. It is the Lady Gafoor.
As Gafoor looks at me , I stare towards the ceiling.
As the lift shook with Gafoor's dance maneuvers,I tried to impress upon Gafoor the risk of indulging in such earth shattering dance inside a moving lift when suddenly, somewhere close to 4th floor, the lift stops. Some "tearsome" incidents over the past year has robbed me of creativity in dealing with the unexpected and has sapped my mind of enjoying the thrills a adventure can bring. various images and news items of lift crashes went through my mind.but in spite of all my doubts I was optimistic about Gafoor's optimism. Supremely confident Gafoor represses the button for 14th floor , nothing happens. The reasonable person inside gafoor takes over and this time 4th floor is attempted.Again nothing happens.Now Gafoor presses alarm key inside the lift, again nothing happens. Bit shaken up, Gafoor now presses all buttons expecting something to happen.Again the lift repeats its earlier behavior of not reacting to stimulus Gafoor has beeen applying.With all the buttons now lit up , Gafoor with a glint in eyes shows me how good it looks when all buttons on lifts dashboard are lit.
With no indication of any help coming , i stared at the stupid cell the origin of all trouble and saw that one bar on the cell was still there to give us some support.I called up SG hoping he will come rushing to help us i found his cell engaged.after several minutes Gafoor was successful in disengaging him. In spite of best attempts by Gafoor, SG understood the seriousness of the situation and we heard him talking to the security fellow over the phone. Seeing the control completely going out of Gafoor's grasp my optimism made a renewed comeback however i being aware of Gafoor's reputation of positively screwing any positive situation, instead of showing my sense of relief i threatened him with a sms complaint to Lady Gafoor. Suddenly there were bangings on the lift door indicating the presence of rescue team on other side of the door.
So after close to 30 min inside a stuck lift I experienced first contact with the intelligence. As me and Gafoor waited patently for the door to open , There was some arguments on the other side of the door and suddenly all sound ceased. With nothing left for Gafoor to do he again starts twiddling with the lift controls. With nothing left for me to do , i again threatened Gafoor with a sms complaint to lady Gafoor. I threateningly opened my cell and type in the name of Lady Gafoor, an excited babble comes from the other side of the door. Finally the door opens, there is a crowd of ignorants waiting for us on the other side complaining bout the lack of maintenance of the lift. Gafoor is kind enuff to let me go out first. As gafoor climbs out of lift, his cell rings. It is the Lady Gafoor.
As Gafoor looks at me , I stare towards the ceiling.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Mumbai roars , MNIK sinks the Sena
As Marathi Manoos kicked sena in its guts , the message is loud and clear. The common man of India will no longer be intimidated/fooled in by parties trying to disguise hooliganism with politics/patriotism/nationalism . The party which tried its best to use democratic tolerance to strangle democracy in the country and the state has been given a fitting response by this simple act of maharastrians of watching the Khan movie.
I was shocked when I saw a person who was once speaker of Lok Sabha i.e presiding office of the highest democratic insitution of India ,Mr Manohar Joshi supporting such moves to force khan to apologise .And as Maha Govt seemed to be dithering before the possibilities of violence, everything seems lost . And at this time , it was the common man who took upon him to show to the rest of world how deeply the values of democracy and respect for individual views are embedded into the Indian psyche.
This simple act will go a long way in strengthening the Indian democracy and justifying all the sacrifices which were made in order to ensure individual freedom in the country ..
Hats off to the Common Man ! Hats off to the Mumbaikars !!
I was shocked when I saw a person who was once speaker of Lok Sabha i.e presiding office of the highest democratic insitution of India ,Mr Manohar Joshi supporting such moves to force khan to apologise .And as Maha Govt seemed to be dithering before the possibilities of violence, everything seems lost . And at this time , it was the common man who took upon him to show to the rest of world how deeply the values of democracy and respect for individual views are embedded into the Indian psyche.
This simple act will go a long way in strengthening the Indian democracy and justifying all the sacrifices which were made in order to ensure individual freedom in the country ..
Hats off to the Common Man ! Hats off to the Mumbaikars !!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Aye Mere Watan Ke Logo
Well I am in India and the nation celebrated it's 60th Republic Day with the traditional fervor :
- India to deploy Trishul Missiles
- Read a book about the Nov 26 2008 terror attack in Mumbai
- Re-reading the books India After Gandhi and Shantaram
- Maha CM tried to make Marathi as a compulsory language for taxi drivers in Mumbai
- Govt has just announced the list of Padma Awards winner
- AP is burning because of the Telanagana issue
- Prices are going up and the govt is working very creatively to look on whom to blame.
- IPL people snubbed the Pak
- SK was forced to go Delhi on 26th in spite of it being a holiday
And with all these thoughts creating a muddle in my mind i logged into the internet and i saw the news on IBN live about Naya Mile Sura and how it had became a Film industry Integration Program rather than a national integration program .. I checked it to see Big B and Big B's Family telling us about how their sur met ... I logged on to orkut and saw each and every person Jai Hind'ing each other ..
And so I thot why not join the crowd and do something similar .. But then the familiar urge of doing something different than the rest of crowd raised it's head and I thot of putting in the Aye Mere Watan Ke Logo Song.
And while I was searching on You Tube for this Song , i thot why not listen to this Song once before pasting it over there.. Maybe I can come up with something more different than the rest.
And as i listened to the Song ,the first thought in my mind was Nehru had cried on listening to this Song and the cynic in me responded that he had to cry after what happened to his China policy ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyAhYbwUr2U&NR=1
And as the Song progressed , i started recalling the words of this great song ..
Koi Sikh Koi Jatt Maratha
Koi Gurka Koi Madrasi
Sarhad pe Marne Vaala
Har Veer Tha Bharatwasi..
Jo Khoon Girra Parvat pe
Voh Khoon thaa Hindustani
And as the words hit, i realized the futility of all the small things for which we are fighting amongst ourselves.If we take a look at the history of this piece of land, India as a one single country, as a nation never existed. But somehow the idea of a one single nation for the teeming humanity living in Indian Sub-continent was born and nurtured. And lot of sacrifices were made in order to ensure that this nation survives.
- India to deploy Trishul Missiles
- Read a book about the Nov 26 2008 terror attack in Mumbai
- Re-reading the books India After Gandhi and Shantaram
- Maha CM tried to make Marathi as a compulsory language for taxi drivers in Mumbai
- Govt has just announced the list of Padma Awards winner
- AP is burning because of the Telanagana issue
- Prices are going up and the govt is working very creatively to look on whom to blame.
- IPL people snubbed the Pak
- SK was forced to go Delhi on 26th in spite of it being a holiday
And with all these thoughts creating a muddle in my mind i logged into the internet and i saw the news on IBN live about Naya Mile Sura and how it had became a Film industry Integration Program rather than a national integration program .. I checked it to see Big B and Big B's Family telling us about how their sur met ... I logged on to orkut and saw each and every person Jai Hind'ing each other ..
And so I thot why not join the crowd and do something similar .. But then the familiar urge of doing something different than the rest of crowd raised it's head and I thot of putting in the Aye Mere Watan Ke Logo Song.
And while I was searching on You Tube for this Song , i thot why not listen to this Song once before pasting it over there.. Maybe I can come up with something more different than the rest.
And as i listened to the Song ,the first thought in my mind was Nehru had cried on listening to this Song and the cynic in me responded that he had to cry after what happened to his China policy ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyAhYbwUr2U&NR=1
And as the Song progressed , i started recalling the words of this great song ..
Koi Sikh Koi Jatt Maratha
Koi Gurka Koi Madrasi
Sarhad pe Marne Vaala
Har Veer Tha Bharatwasi..
Jo Khoon Girra Parvat pe
Voh Khoon thaa Hindustani
And as the words hit, i realized the futility of all the small things for which we are fighting amongst ourselves.If we take a look at the history of this piece of land, India as a one single country, as a nation never existed. But somehow the idea of a one single nation for the teeming humanity living in Indian Sub-continent was born and nurtured. And lot of sacrifices were made in order to ensure that this nation survives.
Monday, November 23, 2009
No Going Back !!
"Tell me Healing Martha" I said softly."How did we come to be walking down this road and not notice where our steps were leading? When did we turn to this path?"
"It matters not how or when, old friend. We are set on the path now and now there is no going back."
From the book Owl Killers
Life is like that. There is no ctrl-z. One impulsive decision , one impulsive moment can change everything , destroy universe or create new universe( as in Poelo Coelho's The Winner Stands Alone ). That moment defines the rest of your life. Even if you don't want to follow the path defined by the moment , you might have to keep going on that path just because of that particular moment .
It doesn't makes sense to feel guilty or sorry about that moment. Just make best use of the path on which one is treading.
May-17th : Now as I look back ( with uninformed insights from lot of other people ) , I am convinced that I did the right thing by controlling my self control and allowing my impulsiveness to take driver's seat. I had spent lot of my hours worrying about the fairness of that decision.The decision which I took at that instant was a correct decision and among the best decisions I ever took.I know ,It would and it did made me dirty as a pig rolling about in a lake of mud but then u cannot take care of the mess without becoming dirty .
"It matters not how or when, old friend. We are set on the path now and now there is no going back."
From the book Owl Killers
Life is like that. There is no ctrl-z. One impulsive decision , one impulsive moment can change everything , destroy universe or create new universe( as in Poelo Coelho's The Winner Stands Alone ). That moment defines the rest of your life. Even if you don't want to follow the path defined by the moment , you might have to keep going on that path just because of that particular moment .
It doesn't makes sense to feel guilty or sorry about that moment. Just make best use of the path on which one is treading.
May-17th : Now as I look back ( with uninformed insights from lot of other people ) , I am convinced that I did the right thing by controlling my self control and allowing my impulsiveness to take driver's seat. I had spent lot of my hours worrying about the fairness of that decision.The decision which I took at that instant was a correct decision and among the best decisions I ever took.I know ,It would and it did made me dirty as a pig rolling about in a lake of mud but then u cannot take care of the mess without becoming dirty .
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