Friday, May 30, 2008


Often during a major cricket event, you read reports such as this of bookies being busted.

Invariably, the report would describe the scene of action:
A cash of Rs two lakh, a TV set, a dish antenna, recorder connected to a laptop, calculators and mobile phones were recovered from the flat, they said.
It reads as if the police had just unearthed two tonnes of RDX from a terrorist's lair.

But the really sad part is this:
The accused booked under Bombay Prevention of Gambling Act, were later released on bail.
So much for doing what you thought fit with your own money.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

The Hitchhiker's Guide, Flying, And Success

In Douglas Adams' brilliant book, The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy, there's this wonderful definition of the art of flying.
There is an art, it says, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.
It says that trick is to miss the ground in such a way that you don't notice you've missed it.
One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something [...] by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.
I think that's true about success too. The harder I try to get it, the more it eludes me. But when I stop trying too hard, I find it, almost accidentally, each time.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Of belief and promises

Suppose you're the kind who never break their promises.

Let's say you made a promise about something to someone.

Let's say, you once heard a story about the benevolent nature of 'X', and it inspired you promise yourself to emulate 'X'.

But sometime later, you realise that the story about the benevolence of 'X' was false.

In fact, you have arrived to the conclusion that 'X' never existed, and the stories you had heard about him were baseless.

But you had made a promise to yourself. What happens to it?

And what if you can no longer get yourself to keep the promise?

Monday, May 26, 2008

Redundancy in advertising

There are two ads I don't understand.

One goes, मुंह में रजनीगंधा.

Of course; मुंह में. Where else do you want to put the pan masala?

Then there's the ad for the footwear which goes, पैरों के लिए Paragon.

अब्बे पैर में चप्पल नही पहनोगे तो क्या सर पे पहनोगे?

Earlier: Mera No. 1

Friday, May 16, 2008

After a long time, an Orkut Gem

From a profile:
about me: "Rocky n Roory"
specially programmed 4 gays n galz....and i yes me haan haan maddy loves lieing.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Apropos of nothing...


Business Plan # 37


UnTwitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question...

What would you rather be doing now?

है वजूद खुदा का?

The following is a poem by Taeer, a shayar and Closet Atheist.

है वजूद खुदा का, कैसे मान लिया आप ने?
अनजाने डर को खूब नाम दिया आप ने ...

हम को तो ऐतबार का सबब नही मिलता ,
कहीं बेवजह तो नही भरोसा किया आप ने?

अपने ही बंदो से जो बेपर्दा न हो सका,
फलक पे मकाम उसका, मान लिया आप ने ...

गर है वह हर जगह तो कैद क्यों करना पड़ा?
या कहो उसे भी कोने में बिठा दिया आप ने ...

देह्लीज़ पे जा के चंद सिक्के चढा आते हो,
खुदा से भी कारोबार , खूब किया आप ने ...

औरो को खुशी दे , ताईर दुआ कर लेता ,
उस पर भी बना दी कितनी कहानियाँ आप ने...