I have been reeling under pressure of either removing my previous post or writing one more over it to change the face of my blog as my previous post was under the scanner of 'report abuse'. Well, submitting under pressure (Which I always do), I opted to change the face of my blog by adding another post (Face Off kinds!!).
There is a draught of good movies for the past year or so and the mankind has been forced to live on the evergreen classics, which honestly dont seem evergreen after you watch them 5 times in a month. One weekend, we hit the theatres with the hope of watching one decent movie to rest in peace for sometime. It is similar to farmers waiting for the rain - a thirst that hasnt been quenched. I also believe that folks who traumautize viewers by making trash in the name of movie should be awarded capital punishment for dashing their hopes.
Number 1 rule before watching a movie - Never trust the trailers;
2012 had great trailers with bridges collapsing, literally ground breaking scenes, Vehicles flying off the roads and many more. Seemed to the right ingredient for a person who has starved for a year for a decent movie. (Say anything - Thats what guys look for in a movie).
The movie should have been made with the patronage to the Nostro predictions. Global wariming - earth's centre heating up to level where you can create get an omlette done in .000001 nano seconds, earth's crust giving in...relate these and make sense...Cant explain to you more than this. And for some strange reason, China is the last place to get affected and the human race builds back up ships that look like a giant bus...And some survive to see the sun and hence the human race continues its existence - Thats the story in short.
John Cusack (Pardon my spelling) does a decent job, but still lacks to bring in any kind of excitement. The rest of the cast is sore and sad. Typical charecters found in any 'Judgement day movie'. A responsible president trying to save the world, a love story in crisis - Standard ingredients of a chapter of calamities. Though the story is backed by some reasoning, it fails to deliver the punch and you are left wanting to hear some good dialogues atleast to keep you slouched in your seat, forget the edge of it.
At the end of the movie, you are fairly exasperated waiting for the end and your nails seem to be impact as well. Dont know whether Nostro's predictions are true, but we already have a disaster in the name of 2012.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Ingenious Expressions
This is a collection of some exclusive terms that have stayed in mind (Some born from this unwise mind and most heard from such similar minds). Just documenting them – I am sure all of you could add to this list.
• Corporate Prostitute: He or She is someone who gets fucked by the corporate world and hops jobs like altering phones. The subject generally indulges in the act when the price for the act is hiked by a rival entity; But it isn’t always instigated by the $. It may evolve out of emotional concerns as well.
• Oral Constipation: This state is arrived when you have been mothered/rammed/screwed in an argument. This is generally found with hapless folks trapped in a discussion that should ended before it became an argument. These folks are unfortunate to end up with a fighter cock, who wouldn’t let go of the fight without a win. Or sometimes, you shut-up and use your ears as interconnected tunnel – One way in, the other way out.
• Vocal/Verbal Diarrhea: Yes – You would have guessed it right. These folks have this uncanny knack of keeping their flag of conversation high. It doesn’t matter whether the listener pays any heed to you or your words, doesn’t matter whether the listener is listening. They would keep it going as long as they can.
• Intellectual Masturbation: Well, many of us would be aware of this in the corporate world at least. Basically, this is a handy tool that is out to use to cover your ignorance or the lack of ‘it’. We find a lot of people who blabber whatever craps comes out of their frontal orifice. And actually the position of the orifice doesn’t make a difference with such people; Its crap anyway.
• Manchester United: Unfortunate females who aren’t endowed even with pre-requisite assets to be a female, resulting in rejection of application in the male universe. I mean they lack the mark of a female.
• Cobra: This is one of those terms with a difference. The hand gesture of a snake is put to use generally rather than the word to depict the lack the last three letters of cobra; (It’s like Co is replaced to No).
Looking forward to add more. Help solicited.
• Corporate Prostitute: He or She is someone who gets fucked by the corporate world and hops jobs like altering phones. The subject generally indulges in the act when the price for the act is hiked by a rival entity; But it isn’t always instigated by the $. It may evolve out of emotional concerns as well.
• Oral Constipation: This state is arrived when you have been mothered/rammed/screwed in an argument. This is generally found with hapless folks trapped in a discussion that should ended before it became an argument. These folks are unfortunate to end up with a fighter cock, who wouldn’t let go of the fight without a win. Or sometimes, you shut-up and use your ears as interconnected tunnel – One way in, the other way out.
• Vocal/Verbal Diarrhea: Yes – You would have guessed it right. These folks have this uncanny knack of keeping their flag of conversation high. It doesn’t matter whether the listener pays any heed to you or your words, doesn’t matter whether the listener is listening. They would keep it going as long as they can.
• Intellectual Masturbation: Well, many of us would be aware of this in the corporate world at least. Basically, this is a handy tool that is out to use to cover your ignorance or the lack of ‘it’. We find a lot of people who blabber whatever craps comes out of their frontal orifice. And actually the position of the orifice doesn’t make a difference with such people; Its crap anyway.
• Manchester United: Unfortunate females who aren’t endowed even with pre-requisite assets to be a female, resulting in rejection of application in the male universe. I mean they lack the mark of a female.
• Cobra: This is one of those terms with a difference. The hand gesture of a snake is put to use generally rather than the word to depict the lack the last three letters of cobra; (It’s like Co is replaced to No).
Looking forward to add more. Help solicited.
Monday, August 31, 2009
The pitiful humor
Excerpt from a mail - I may sound brutal in my reply, but you need to read the 'Joke' and you would feel vindicated of my reply. I used to hear these jokes when I was in kindergarden.
Please read the bottom mail and follow it up to the top.
Reply to my friend
If you have the time (which I believe is put to better purposes), please add my comments to this group.
1) I fail to see the humor in the supposed “joke”. And its painful to say the least when you go through this long a mail to find nothing worthwhile. Take a break aunties and uncles! I guess you could attend your kids or grandson’s poop clean than puking your so called misinterpreted humor on to this group.
2) I don’t see a need for people like Aunties to be a part of a group, infact I question the very existence of this group or any such group, where people are hell bent on promoting their fake legion and demoting others; I believe this is a fallout of solitude and wanting to “Tech Savy”;
I may be wrong and I know that I would be recommended any further by anyone from the PI world. But I would be frank with myself and others when I read such vocal diarrhea.
From: My friend
Sent: Monday, August 31, 2009 4:48 PM
To: Somaskandan, Avinash;
Subject: [Same Sad/morose/Indian Clan/Family] "mean dog"
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: My friend
Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2009 at 4:47 PM
Subject: Re: [Some Sad/morose/Indian Clan/Family] "mean dof"
To: [Some Sad/morose/Indian Clan/Family] @yahoogroups.com
Reply to XYZ Maami's thought
Our armed forces are top notch (atleast in comparison to the Pakis) but our govt. (headed by the bearded, bespectacled, confused academic) is just a cowering, spineless bunch of bungling idiots. Its a pity that our veer putra's have to kow tow to the shanti doot's...so even if we have the best in class deterrents - all we will ever do is hold hands with the paki's and proclaim undying love for each other...
Here's to seeing the Indigator in action !!
PS - Being a part of the family, I have to clarify that by Indigator I am not referring to a component commonly found in automobiles :D
On Mon, Aug 31, 2009 at 3:08 PM, XYZ Maami wrote:
Good one! wonder when that will happen in real life.
On Mon, Aug 31, 2009 at 2:48 PM, XYZ Maama wrote:
Hi, everyone, enjoy this joke!
Maama
Meanest Dog
India and Pakistan recently realized that, if they continued political tension, they would some day end up destroying each other. So they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with a dog fight. The negotiators agreed that each country would take five years to develop the best fighting dog they could. The dog that won the fight would earn its country the right to rule Kashmir. The losing side would have to lay down its arms.
The Pakistanis found the biggest, meanest Dobermans and Rottweilers in the world. They bred them together and then crossed their offspring with the meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest, strongest puppy from each litter, killed all the other puppies and fed the lone dog all of the milk. They used steroids and trainers in their quest for the perfect killing machine, until, after the five years were up, they had a dog that needed iron prison bars on his cage. Only the trainers could handle this beast.
When the day of the big fight arrived, the Indians showed up with a strange animal: It was a nine-foot-long Dachshund.
Everyone felt sorry for the Indians. No one else thought this weird animal stood a chance against the growling beast in the Pakistani camp.
The bookies predicted that Pakistan would win in less than a minute. The cages were opened. The dachshund waddled toward the centre of the ring. The Pakistani dog leapt from his cage and charged the giant wiener-dog. As he got to within an inch of the Indian dog, the dachshund opened its jaws and swallowed the Pakistani beast in one bite. There was nothing left but a small bit of fur from the killer dog's tail.
The Pakistanis approached the Indians, shaking their heads in disbelief.
"We do not understand. Our top scientists and breeders worked for five years with the meanest, biggest Dobermans and Rottweilers. They developed a killing machine."
"Really?" the Indians replied. "We had our top plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a dachshund".
Please read the bottom mail and follow it up to the top.
Reply to my friend
If you have the time (which I believe is put to better purposes), please add my comments to this group.
1) I fail to see the humor in the supposed “joke”. And its painful to say the least when you go through this long a mail to find nothing worthwhile. Take a break aunties and uncles! I guess you could attend your kids or grandson’s poop clean than puking your so called misinterpreted humor on to this group.
2) I don’t see a need for people like Aunties to be a part of a group, infact I question the very existence of this group or any such group, where people are hell bent on promoting their fake legion and demoting others; I believe this is a fallout of solitude and wanting to “Tech Savy”;
I may be wrong and I know that I would be recommended any further by anyone from the PI world. But I would be frank with myself and others when I read such vocal diarrhea.
From: My friend
Sent: Monday, August 31, 2009 4:48 PM
To: Somaskandan, Avinash;
Subject: [Same Sad/morose/Indian Clan/Family] "mean dog"
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: My friend
Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2009 at 4:47 PM
Subject: Re: [Some Sad/morose/Indian Clan/Family] "mean dof"
To: [Some Sad/morose/Indian Clan/Family] @yahoogroups.com
Reply to XYZ Maami's thought
Our armed forces are top notch (atleast in comparison to the Pakis) but our govt. (headed by the bearded, bespectacled, confused academic) is just a cowering, spineless bunch of bungling idiots. Its a pity that our veer putra's have to kow tow to the shanti doot's...so even if we have the best in class deterrents - all we will ever do is hold hands with the paki's and proclaim undying love for each other...
Here's to seeing the Indigator in action !!
PS - Being a part of the family, I have to clarify that by Indigator I am not referring to a component commonly found in automobiles :D
On Mon, Aug 31, 2009 at 3:08 PM, XYZ Maami
Good one! wonder when that will happen in real life.
On Mon, Aug 31, 2009 at 2:48 PM, XYZ Maama
Hi, everyone, enjoy this joke!
Maama
Meanest Dog
India and Pakistan recently realized that, if they continued political tension, they would some day end up destroying each other. So they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with a dog fight. The negotiators agreed that each country would take five years to develop the best fighting dog they could. The dog that won the fight would earn its country the right to rule Kashmir. The losing side would have to lay down its arms.
The Pakistanis found the biggest, meanest Dobermans and Rottweilers in the world. They bred them together and then crossed their offspring with the meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest, strongest puppy from each litter, killed all the other puppies and fed the lone dog all of the milk. They used steroids and trainers in their quest for the perfect killing machine, until, after the five years were up, they had a dog that needed iron prison bars on his cage. Only the trainers could handle this beast.
When the day of the big fight arrived, the Indians showed up with a strange animal: It was a nine-foot-long Dachshund.
Everyone felt sorry for the Indians. No one else thought this weird animal stood a chance against the growling beast in the Pakistani camp.
The bookies predicted that Pakistan would win in less than a minute. The cages were opened. The dachshund waddled toward the centre of the ring. The Pakistani dog leapt from his cage and charged the giant wiener-dog. As he got to within an inch of the Indian dog, the dachshund opened its jaws and swallowed the Pakistani beast in one bite. There was nothing left but a small bit of fur from the killer dog's tail.
The Pakistanis approached the Indians, shaking their heads in disbelief.
"We do not understand. Our top scientists and breeders worked for five years with the meanest, biggest Dobermans and Rottweilers. They developed a killing machine."
"Really?" the Indians replied. "We had our top plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a dachshund".
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Woods of imagination - Bolly'Wood'
Random thought -
Its an intriuging thought for few like me. Its about the utilization rate of the villain's right hand man. Some facts of our beloved hindi movies have always been unbelievable and outright blasphemy when it comes to physics and also emotions. For example the dream sequences where the bestowed couples in movies find the Swiss Alps to dance and play the snow and such events follow the similar pattern as cinema ages on. I agree that imagination should not be questioned though.
Another fact that I fail to comprehend is loyalty and loyalty to the bad man. In the closing shots, you would find the villain directing all his forces towards the hero who would defend his way through to catch the villain by his horns (Did I say bull?). How can so many comrades be convinced to lay their lives down to the invincible hero? Yes...I am reading too much behind the line of the script. Hey....but lemme know the moment you figure this out.
Another that comes to my notice is the utilization rate of the right hand man by the villain. If the villain is young, then the Right Hand man (RHM) would be responsible for abducting and invariably fight the second fiddle (Another invincible dude who may loose his immunity in the fag end of the movie and collapse after some dramtic emotional crappy dialogues which results in buckets of tears). Or if he does fight the main man,phew he would be stronger than he is in other movies as he has kill some time engaging our hero. Now the other side of the story - the villain is an old clown - then what - Well, he is strongest among all the movies he had enacted before and would be the primary wave of attack which our hero has to contend with. A tough barrier that requires strength and stealth to mow over.
Its a work of imagination and hence need not be ridiculed, but somewhere it sets my predictive mind to believe the happy ending which is inevitable in most stereotyed movies......Take a break....
Its an intriuging thought for few like me. Its about the utilization rate of the villain's right hand man. Some facts of our beloved hindi movies have always been unbelievable and outright blasphemy when it comes to physics and also emotions. For example the dream sequences where the bestowed couples in movies find the Swiss Alps to dance and play the snow and such events follow the similar pattern as cinema ages on. I agree that imagination should not be questioned though.
Another fact that I fail to comprehend is loyalty and loyalty to the bad man. In the closing shots, you would find the villain directing all his forces towards the hero who would defend his way through to catch the villain by his horns (Did I say bull?). How can so many comrades be convinced to lay their lives down to the invincible hero? Yes...I am reading too much behind the line of the script. Hey....but lemme know the moment you figure this out.
Another that comes to my notice is the utilization rate of the right hand man by the villain. If the villain is young, then the Right Hand man (RHM) would be responsible for abducting and invariably fight the second fiddle (Another invincible dude who may loose his immunity in the fag end of the movie and collapse after some dramtic emotional crappy dialogues which results in buckets of tears). Or if he does fight the main man,phew he would be stronger than he is in other movies as he has kill some time engaging our hero. Now the other side of the story - the villain is an old clown - then what - Well, he is strongest among all the movies he had enacted before and would be the primary wave of attack which our hero has to contend with. A tough barrier that requires strength and stealth to mow over.
Its a work of imagination and hence need not be ridiculed, but somewhere it sets my predictive mind to believe the happy ending which is inevitable in most stereotyed movies......Take a break....
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Top 25 desires
Top 25 things – It’s not order though;
1) Play cricket for a month (Every morning – and night as well if possible) with friends and then see if I can continue to do that.
2) Drive to the country side with my friends and spend a week in an uninhabited place – Preferably an island. Or a roadside bar in Australia, where people are few and far;
3) Buy myself an expensive perfume and always smell good.
4) Make my wife laugh for an hour – See the loving look on her face.
5) Cook food for Mom (And my mom-in-law) for a day
6) Get dad a room full of his favorite books and his favorite Cigars;
7) Buy bro what he wants – Unaware of his tastes currently – See the pathetic state of affairs.
8) Play chess till you die; All night with mates; Screw others in the game and enjoy the dominance – Bully them;
9) Apologize to folks whoever is unhappy because of me;
10) Go to a isolated temple and feel the aura of God – Lie on a stone slab for the afternoon and sleep peacefully;
11) Get back to school and redo everything with your friends
12) Get back to Cal for some days – Live life, be a local, participate in irrelevant discussion in local adda; Talk about politics, sports, culture and anything under the sun and while your time away.
13) Ride the bull to Ranikhet and enjoy the scenery; Make a stop early in the morning and have eggs, tea followed by a fag.
14) Do bungee jumping before I get too old for it
15) Buy my small cousin (In laws) and my nephew (Anirudh) something good.
16) Get a dog and train him;
17) Get to the sea in a cruise boat and roam aimlessly; if possible discover islands as well
18) Be treated like a king somehow somewhere;
19) Change the silencer of the bull and let it roar.
20) Somehow manage to relearn Calculus and solve tough problems – It’s a satisfaction on its own;
21) Learn to play drums – Rock a concert if possible;
22) Buy a SUV and learn to drive;
23) Have mum’s dal rice with ghee…Sit on the window sill and enjoy a rough rain;
24) Play my favorite comp games, PS2 for hours, without anything to do;
25) Make anyone laugh their guts out – even if it takes demoting self;
1) Play cricket for a month (Every morning – and night as well if possible) with friends and then see if I can continue to do that.
2) Drive to the country side with my friends and spend a week in an uninhabited place – Preferably an island. Or a roadside bar in Australia, where people are few and far;
3) Buy myself an expensive perfume and always smell good.
4) Make my wife laugh for an hour – See the loving look on her face.
5) Cook food for Mom (And my mom-in-law) for a day
6) Get dad a room full of his favorite books and his favorite Cigars;
7) Buy bro what he wants – Unaware of his tastes currently – See the pathetic state of affairs.
8) Play chess till you die; All night with mates; Screw others in the game and enjoy the dominance – Bully them;
9) Apologize to folks whoever is unhappy because of me;
10) Go to a isolated temple and feel the aura of God – Lie on a stone slab for the afternoon and sleep peacefully;
11) Get back to school and redo everything with your friends
12) Get back to Cal for some days – Live life, be a local, participate in irrelevant discussion in local adda; Talk about politics, sports, culture and anything under the sun and while your time away.
13) Ride the bull to Ranikhet and enjoy the scenery; Make a stop early in the morning and have eggs, tea followed by a fag.
14) Do bungee jumping before I get too old for it
15) Buy my small cousin (In laws) and my nephew (Anirudh) something good.
16) Get a dog and train him;
17) Get to the sea in a cruise boat and roam aimlessly; if possible discover islands as well
18) Be treated like a king somehow somewhere;
19) Change the silencer of the bull and let it roar.
20) Somehow manage to relearn Calculus and solve tough problems – It’s a satisfaction on its own;
21) Learn to play drums – Rock a concert if possible;
22) Buy a SUV and learn to drive;
23) Have mum’s dal rice with ghee…Sit on the window sill and enjoy a rough rain;
24) Play my favorite comp games, PS2 for hours, without anything to do;
25) Make anyone laugh their guts out – even if it takes demoting self;
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A Singular Coorg Experience
Coorg – A place which has been the second home for most bangaloreans on weekends for a decade and more is still loved by most of us for the jagged topology, people and the proximity that one enjoys when you are living in Bangalore/Mysore. This is my third visit to the place and it seems always new to me. I don’t remember any other place which I have visited as a weekend getaway.
Last weekend presented another opportunity to be in Coorg with the Friday also being a holiday. We decided to go somewhere and not stick around in Bangalore, as the thought of spending three days at home doesn’t appease many. I made some urgent bookings and found about this camp named Civet Creek. My short and brief conversation with the camp owners yielded us the accommodation. As usual, I took my bull to ride on, accompanied with a couple of more bulls that roared the highway for 8 hours. We reached Madikeri @ 2 in the afternoon and then we were instructed to travel 15 Kms more to reach the camp. We dragged ourselves to the camp half dead and half exhausted.
We reached the designated spot and found a helper of the camp waiting for us. He showed us the camp which looked a mile away and said that cars wouldn’t be able to traverse the rest of the stretch and then started a tiresome walk to the camp, through a winding path of wilderness. I used to have these imaginations as a kid of a huge wild cat jumping off from the woods when I am walking such wild paths. I had this recurring thought of something moving in the bushes both sides and wondered which side to be addressed first. But all that was suppressed when the path terminated into something that looked more civilized and I found that we have finally arrived. The place looked simple and like any other camp, it had tents and I had already been informed that there isn’t any electricity in that place. As we arrived in the afternoon, the non-merciful sun was relentlessly relaying heat and with the luggage in hand and my biking gears on, I felt like jumping into a pool for the rest of the day. We took a break of half an hour and headed to the dining space and filled ourselves with food that we have been craving for. The entire infrastructure was made up of thatched roof and no concrete structure could be seen. Smart Investment I should say, as the ROI on this cheap infrastructure is bound to be high atleast in the future. The tents were clean and fresh sheets were in place. So the arrival day saw us lazing around in the tents and around it and waiting something exciting to happen. The following day turned out to be better as we experienced the early morning chill and the sleep replenishing the exhaustion. We set out to a nearby waterfall in the afternoon after breakfast and surprisingly it was much cooler than the earlier day. The trek to waterfall deserves a mention. Half the trek is more of climbs and the other half is walking beside and sometime on the stream which would be the waterfall later. After the trek we stood in front of a ridge, which dropped a 70 ft. The helper garnered the rope and tied it up to the tree and asked us to descend down using the rope. This made it even more interesting as it took something to reach this waterfall. We all made it safely, some without uttering a word, some with a war cry & some after a lot of contemplation. Once in the waterfall, we were so amused that we ignored every hitch in life and slipped into the chilly fresh waters gushing down to us. It was FUN.
All done, and snaps taken we treaded upwards through the drop and ascending is always easier than descending. Being in water always increases hunger and we headed to the camp hungry and tired.
The camp also offers shooting facilities and they had a decent air rifle and some of the ‘wanna be’ cowboys got engaged with some target practice. The afternoon saw most of sleeping all the way and the evening was spent playing games together. The next day, as predicted, we started 2 hours later and reached Bangalore @ 10 after one of my fellow bikers machine gave way in the middle of the highway.
It wasn’t the typical Coorg experience for sure. An interesting place and affordable at the same time. Overall, we went together as a bunch of friends which kind of multiplies the fun quotient.
Last weekend presented another opportunity to be in Coorg with the Friday also being a holiday. We decided to go somewhere and not stick around in Bangalore, as the thought of spending three days at home doesn’t appease many. I made some urgent bookings and found about this camp named Civet Creek. My short and brief conversation with the camp owners yielded us the accommodation. As usual, I took my bull to ride on, accompanied with a couple of more bulls that roared the highway for 8 hours. We reached Madikeri @ 2 in the afternoon and then we were instructed to travel 15 Kms more to reach the camp. We dragged ourselves to the camp half dead and half exhausted.
We reached the designated spot and found a helper of the camp waiting for us. He showed us the camp which looked a mile away and said that cars wouldn’t be able to traverse the rest of the stretch and then started a tiresome walk to the camp, through a winding path of wilderness. I used to have these imaginations as a kid of a huge wild cat jumping off from the woods when I am walking such wild paths. I had this recurring thought of something moving in the bushes both sides and wondered which side to be addressed first. But all that was suppressed when the path terminated into something that looked more civilized and I found that we have finally arrived. The place looked simple and like any other camp, it had tents and I had already been informed that there isn’t any electricity in that place. As we arrived in the afternoon, the non-merciful sun was relentlessly relaying heat and with the luggage in hand and my biking gears on, I felt like jumping into a pool for the rest of the day. We took a break of half an hour and headed to the dining space and filled ourselves with food that we have been craving for. The entire infrastructure was made up of thatched roof and no concrete structure could be seen. Smart Investment I should say, as the ROI on this cheap infrastructure is bound to be high atleast in the future. The tents were clean and fresh sheets were in place. So the arrival day saw us lazing around in the tents and around it and waiting something exciting to happen. The following day turned out to be better as we experienced the early morning chill and the sleep replenishing the exhaustion. We set out to a nearby waterfall in the afternoon after breakfast and surprisingly it was much cooler than the earlier day. The trek to waterfall deserves a mention. Half the trek is more of climbs and the other half is walking beside and sometime on the stream which would be the waterfall later. After the trek we stood in front of a ridge, which dropped a 70 ft. The helper garnered the rope and tied it up to the tree and asked us to descend down using the rope. This made it even more interesting as it took something to reach this waterfall. We all made it safely, some without uttering a word, some with a war cry & some after a lot of contemplation. Once in the waterfall, we were so amused that we ignored every hitch in life and slipped into the chilly fresh waters gushing down to us. It was FUN.
All done, and snaps taken we treaded upwards through the drop and ascending is always easier than descending. Being in water always increases hunger and we headed to the camp hungry and tired.
The camp also offers shooting facilities and they had a decent air rifle and some of the ‘wanna be’ cowboys got engaged with some target practice. The afternoon saw most of sleeping all the way and the evening was spent playing games together. The next day, as predicted, we started 2 hours later and reached Bangalore @ 10 after one of my fellow bikers machine gave way in the middle of the highway.
It wasn’t the typical Coorg experience for sure. An interesting place and affordable at the same time. Overall, we went together as a bunch of friends which kind of multiplies the fun quotient.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Being Cool Syndrome...
I have never understood this word. I mean the application of this word - Cool is a word used as an adjective describe someone. How can a state of temperature be described as an attribute to a man? I guess all humans are ‘warm’ blooded and no-one still is referred to like – ‘heya, you are warm’. It’s some kind of affinity that the human race has with the poles, that makes them qualify temperature as an adjective for a human.
Facing reality – I have myself tried to be cool many a times even when I couldn’t have been one, probably to win accolades even from ‘an almost stranger’ for various reasons which solely depends on man/woman on the other side. It boils down to some complex in some of the few grey cells up there.
Well, fortunately, it’s not only me. There are many more with the ‘being cool’ syndrome of all ages. Yeah – you know it – I get a chance of looking at others and pacifying myself. They range from Kids who refuse to watch regional television shows, to teenagers lying their guts out to make that ‘cool’ impression to parents talking to their kids only in English and grandpa’s droning about their competencies with the internet.
But why do we do that? I guess it’s primarily because we want to catch up. Catch up with age, people, technology and many more and be this global entity who actually doesn’t have an identity of himself/ herself. And the ‘catching up’ phase is never ending as we never find ourself in the quest of ‘being cool’. Whatever and however it evolves, it just takes away the’ you’ in you. I sometimes feel this when I am trying to be cool and doing something to be cool – ‘Hey, you are enacting and being a different person which you are not’. Fortunately, I am working on it.
And there are many exceptions to this syndrome. The ones who are contended, the ones who care a damn about others and live in their own selfish world, the ones who are well versed and well revered – they never act ‘cool’. And the last set of people who are really ‘cool’.
Facing reality – I have myself tried to be cool many a times even when I couldn’t have been one, probably to win accolades even from ‘an almost stranger’ for various reasons which solely depends on man/woman on the other side. It boils down to some complex in some of the few grey cells up there.
Well, fortunately, it’s not only me. There are many more with the ‘being cool’ syndrome of all ages. Yeah – you know it – I get a chance of looking at others and pacifying myself. They range from Kids who refuse to watch regional television shows, to teenagers lying their guts out to make that ‘cool’ impression to parents talking to their kids only in English and grandpa’s droning about their competencies with the internet.
But why do we do that? I guess it’s primarily because we want to catch up. Catch up with age, people, technology and many more and be this global entity who actually doesn’t have an identity of himself/ herself. And the ‘catching up’ phase is never ending as we never find ourself in the quest of ‘being cool’. Whatever and however it evolves, it just takes away the’ you’ in you. I sometimes feel this when I am trying to be cool and doing something to be cool – ‘Hey, you are enacting and being a different person which you are not’. Fortunately, I am working on it.
And there are many exceptions to this syndrome. The ones who are contended, the ones who care a damn about others and live in their own selfish world, the ones who are well versed and well revered – they never act ‘cool’. And the last set of people who are really ‘cool’.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Life in the seas
A recent visit to Andaman’s let me meet some fascinating folks and experience the diversity for which India is famous for. Andamans is an interesting place, for its people, culture, food and everything about it. The focal point of its evolution is the co-ordinates – An island in the heart of the seas. Everything is driven by the salty water flirting with the picturesque shores. Your day’s schedule depends on the high tides and low tides and the entire system is driven quite a lot by these tides, which tirelessly hit the coasts day and night.
People and Culture – It seems that Bengal wins the race hands down. Their willingness to take to the seas is evident with their proportion of the residing population in Andaman; Tamils run the show as well, with many managing mom & pop stores in the capital. Friendly and courteous – a tradition borrowed from different lands in our country. Hard to believe that three wheelers had meters (A measurement tool instrumental for gauging distances and the corresponding money that needs to be paid) working and they worked quite accurately, unlike the same that I generally see in supposedly the developed and advanced lands in our country. In fact, a driver offered me a free drop as a token of generosity which is unbelievable in today’s world. I was left nostalgic about my early Calcutta days, where you would find such care and munificence commonly.
Food: As they say ‘people make the place’. And the same translates to the food. The spicy seafood, the traditional postho, luchi alur-dum dished out of mustard oil bore the signature of Bengal. The breakfast menu constituted mainly dishes from south India, enough for a foodie like me to gorge.
Place: This should have hit the list first, but I wanted to save it for the last. The capital has less to offer and I prefer to bring in my experience in one of the islands near Port Blair (Havelock Island). Pristine beaches – I would state, if I had couple of words to describe it. Of course, the place deserves appreciation beyond words or at least, I am culpable of offence if I had to use my literary skills to describe it. The coast is made of pallid spotless sand, with green cover somewhere ahead. Most of the island is made of the reserve forests and hence the green goes on and on till your eyes could support your vision. The water would be clear and as you look, you would find your heart filled with satisfaction. There is something about the endless stretch of clear blue water extending to the silky horizon. A few crafts floating in the sea completes this remarkable picture. The water has multiple colors, which is dependent on the life in the sea bed. As you enter the water, you would able to what lies on the sea bed even 15 feet away from you – that’s for clarity. The amalgamation of the blue, white and green enchants the heart every being and imbibes poetry to even the most intellectually challenged individual. Such is God’s creation. And humans can only sit down and enjoy.
Reaching the island is difficult and that’s what keeps it clean. It’s a crime to miss being here; I already have my plans lined up for my next visit;
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