Monday, September 25, 2006


Sometime Sometimes, I think one generation revolts to a school of thought only because it was accepted, often without questioning, by the previous generation.

It's like politics: if you're pro-Congress means you must protest every action of the BJP; if you're pro-Hinduism it must imply you're a Islam-hating fascist; if you're a Sourav Ganguly supporter, then you must dislike everything Greg Chappell does.

It doesn't work out that way, does it?

And if it does, it's it seems wrong.

Sub-edited: Vijayendra, October 13, 2006 5:05 AM

Sunday, September 24, 2006

You know what pisses me off?

Four-wheeler drivers, who don't have the good sense to keep their headlights on low-beam.

Do they realise how dangerous their high-beams are to drivers coming on the other side of the road? They're blinded by high-beams and the entire purpose of having headlights gets defeated.

Will someone teach those jackasses?

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Leia needs a home


I got this request in my mail. If you're interested, or if you know anyone who might be interested, let Natasha know.
From: natasha hemrajani
Date: Sep 21, 2006 1:36 PM
Subject: little kitten needing a home

hi all, meet leia, the three week old kitten we rescued from certain main road + onfiltered= kitty death yesterday morning. her mum's abandoned her and i've been looking for someone to adopt her (can't keep her at my place because we're out all day and there's no one to supervise her relationship with my dog, who hates cats) - she's very very tiny, very very cute and absolutely born for humans because she loves curling up on laps and necks and bellies and arms and purring away like water bubbling on the boil. please let me know if you're interested in homing her, or pass this email around to folks you know who can help find her a home.

she's currently being babysat by my darlingest friend nischint who has to take her to work at his mtv office in a little basket (much to the delight of all the women there i'm sure) but this is a temporary solution for just a few days

help, help people no i'm not givingher to the spca - all the animals in there die interested people mail me or call : 9819841375


Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The Worn-acular Collection -- 2


This one must be very obvious: the mug is all too familiar, and has achieved iconic status.

I must state I'm no fan of the man in question here.

The Wornacular Collection -- Launching today!


I often get these ideas which I wish I could put down on a t-shirt and show to the world.

Now, I don't really have the resouces to get my ideas on real clothes. So, from today onwards, I'll settle for virtual ones.

Watch this space for more.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

'Pop is Dog'


Rock is dead, and pop has gone to the dogs -- I'm particularly not fond of the Backstreet Boys myself.

On a serious note, I quite agree with what Vir Sanghvi had to say in his Sunday column in the Hindustan Times. He was writing on the Pope Benedict XVI quoting the Byzantine emperor Manuel II in a recent speech, which had uncharitable remarks about Islam and the Prophet.

Vir writes:
...if you were to scour the world’s religious texts to find examples to suit your argument, you could probably come up with quotes to fit any cause. (Hence that old caution about the devil quoting scripture.) Certainly, there is much in the New Testament and much more in the Old Testament that can be used to make the same case against Christianity. Similarly, you could damn Hinduism simply by quoting original texts on the subject of women or caste.

Plus, there’s the historical background. If Christianity is such a non-violent religion, then why did so many Catholics sign up in the Middle Ages for the Crusades, a Christian version of jihad, a holy battle sanctioned by the Pope to fight the Muslims who had overrun the ‘holy land’? How does Ratzinger explain the Inquisition and Torquemada? What about the brutality of early Christian conquerors? The genocide of American Indians? The European tradition — with the tacit approval of the Church — of anti-Semitism?


So why did he include it?

I do not believe that it was a mistake or that he was unmindful of the impact it would have on the Islamic world. He may be a reactionary but he is not stupid.
Sometimes, I just wish I had a giant catapult. I'd load the religious leaders of the world on it, aim at Pluto, and SPROINNNG!

[Photo: Hindustan Times]

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Salman's body secrets revealed

I'll bet you 25 push-ups that you never knew this.

You did? Oh crap.

[Gets on his knuckles] One... huff... two... huff... three...

Friday, September 15, 2006

I've moved

Just in case you were wondering what happened to the template and the comments you had left here, they're all here.

I've moved from Blogger to Blogger Beta. The labels system, the xml layout work fine thus far.

"I don't want to write you a testi"

Old pal Lean Dude is pissed.

First, an explosion of blogs. And now, Orkut.

From a fairly old post, I quote him verbatim:
No!! I dont wan to make friendship with you. I dont have the silky hairs. I dont want to be on the ship that never sinks and I dont know if orkut is a name. I dont want to scrap you, I dont want to give you my number, I dont want to write you a testi (that sounds like a body part) and I dont know if orkut is a name.


Im not against orkut and I think the concept of getting in touch with old, long lost friends is simply awesome. But people shouldnt be so addicted to this stuff. And thats why people, who dont have anything better to do, than just go through profiles and leave a scrap as dumb as this one. Hi, your profile picture is sexy and so are you? No clue why there is a question at the end of it all.
I have to confess that I'm an Orkut addict too. But what I'm absolutely vexed to see is the mushrooming of several other websites offering the exact same services. It dilutes the fun.

When Orkut came up, the invitees-only idea was a refreshing one. And if I'm calling it right, Orkut's popularity is on the rise, especially in India. Therefore, a blooming business idea must necessarily give birth to several other competitors. In this case, it could be hi5 or Yahoo 360 -- services, which don't have anything imaginatively new to offer and work on quite the same model as the Real McCoys.

Such was the case with blogs: you had two or three blogging services doing well sometime back, when a 100 others portals jumped in, thereby diluting the fun, and -- at the expense of sounding snobbish -- the then undiluted exclusivity of owning a blog and reading those few bloggers whose writings you appreciated. But, as the cliche goes, things have changed.

I started blogging in 2003, quit in 2005 and restarted again this week. Having been away for an year, the blogosphere now reminds me of Mumbai -– cluttered like its suburbs, heavily cramped for space like a western line local, and only those who are distinctively different will ever be noticed here.

Arvind also asks in the end:
But I sure as hell do have one question.

Orkut. Is that a name?
I think so, if this link is to be believed.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Stings like a bee

The September issue of Cricinfo Magazine carries this full page photo on page 42.

There's a massive, massive, massive blooper here and it's bad enough to get a cricket journalist hung publicly by his Kookaburras. Not expected from Cricinfo, of all the cricket magazines out there.

Can you spot the error?

[Click on the photo for larger view.]

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Nagraj vs Shakoora

The joys of random Googling! Much to my delight, I found this link while searching for 'Nagraj' in Google Images.

Nagraj aur Jadugar Shakoora was also the first ever Nagraj comic I read -- sometime in 1989, I think. I wondered how DC Comics haven't sued the pants off Raj Comics for this particular title. Superman, Batman and Spiderman, of course, are the intellectual properties of DC and Marvel Comics.

And of course, for those lesser mortals who haven't a clue who Nagraj, the serpant-shooting, poisonous gas-breathing, terrorist-bashing savior of mankind is, here's the lowdown on the Indian sssssuperhero.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The Rahul Dravid Press Conference Quote Generator

Rahul Dravid uses a quote generator for every press conference he attends. It works something like this:

(1) It was great to win/disappointing to lose.
(2) It's always a challenge playing [insert opponent's name here] especially because they have players like [insert key opponent players' name].
(3) But we are confident of our own abilities. Of course, we can always improve our [insert current weakness: batting/bowling/fielding/ex-captain].
(4) We'd like to take the positives from this game in to our next game against [insert next opponent's name].
(5) We're not worried about playing them -- but we also won't take them lightly. We're confident of our strengths, especially with [insert names of in-form players] playing well.
(6) All teams start equal in a game, we're confident of our strengths and hopefully, the next match will be a good one.
(7) It's going to be a challenging series, and we're looking forward to it.
(8) Cricket's a game of glorious uncertainties.
Ok, I added the eigth point myself, but if you happen to go through the reports of the last 20 press conferences Dravid has attended, you'll see the quotes are, more or less, the same.

Seriously, we all love him for the heights he takes batting to. But fence-sitting to such extreme extents can be a pain in the ass -- not for him, but for the journalists attending these conferences.

Monday, September 11, 2006

My first tag

Peepuls, all two of them, listen up!
here comes my first tag, courtesy The Boyracer.
Now only if Abhinay would respond as well. Here goes.

I am thinking about: Whether I would be able to keep my blog alive. More importantly, I'm thinking what's for lunch.

I said: I need to use deodorant more frequently.

I want to: Get my tush off this chair and rush to the office to finish my story on Glenn McGrath.

I wish: I wouldn't have to commute by those aweful sub-urban trains.

I hear: A bird chirping loudly outside my bedroom's window.

I wonder: Why I constantly itch in all kinds of unimaginable places.

I regret: Umm. Mostly nothing.

I am: Hungry.

I dance: Never.

I sing: In the bathroom.

I cry: Rarely.

I am not always: Quiet. But inwardly, my thoughts constantly blare on a 5000watt speaker.

I make with my hands: Booger missles, which I flick across the room.

I write: Crap.

I confuse: Financial prosperity with real happiness.

I need: To eat. Sometime really soon.