Monday, December 10, 2007
Major Manish ... I salute you sir. Thank you for taking care of my country. Thank you very much.
"The body of Major Manish Pitambare, who was shot dead at Anantnag for a cause , was cremated with full military honours at Thane on Wednesday ………….
On Tuesday a news swept across all the news channels 'Sanjay Datt relieved by the court'. 'Sirf Munna Not a bhai' '13 saal ka vanvaas khatam' 'alhough found guilty for possession of armory, Sanjay can breath sigh of relief as all the TADA charges against him are withdrawn'
And then many experts like Salman khan saying 'He is a good person. We knew he will come out clean' Mr. Big B 'Datt family and our family have relations for years he's a good kid. He is like elder brother to abhishek'. His sister priya Datt 'we can sleep well tonight. it's a great relief'.
In other news, Parliament was mad at Indian team for performing bad; Greg chapel said something ...; Bomb scare in gorakhpoor express; and Shah Rukh Khan replaces Big B in KBC and Sonia asked PM to consider reducing petroleum prices (I wonder who's the PM anyways that is not the topic so leave it.) But most of the emphasis was given on Sanjay Datt's "phoenix like" comeback from the ashes of terrorist charges.
Surfing through the channels, one news on BBC startled me , it read , Hisbul Mujahidin's Most wanted terrorist 'Sohel Faisal' killed in anantnag, India. Indian Major leading the operation lost his life in the process. Four others are injured.
It was past midnight, I started visiting the foolish Indian channels, the ones who are 'Sabse TEZ', but Sanjubaba was still ruling. They were telling How Sanjubaba pleaded to the court saying 'I am the sole bread earner for my family' 'I have a daughter who is studying in US who will look after her'. And then they showed how sanjubaba was not wearing his lucky blue shirt while he was hearing the verdict. Also how he went to every temple and prayed for last some months. A suspect in Mumbai bomb blasts, convicted under armory act...was being made into a hero.
Sure Sanjubaba has a daughter; sure sanjubaba did not do any terrorist thing as in bombing some place or hijacking an airplane etc. Possessing an AK47 is considered too elementary in terrorist community and also one who possesses an AK47 has a right to possess a pistol so that again is not such a big crime; Sure sanjubaba went to all the temples; Sure he did a lot of gandhigiri but then..., people. please read on...
Major Manish H Pitambare got the information from his sources about the terrorists' whereabouts. Wasting no time he attacked the camp killed the Hisbul mujahidin's suprimo and in the process lost his life... To the bullets fired from an AK47..
He has a wife and a daughter (just like sanjubaba), age ...18 months.
Major Manish never said 'I have a daughter' .before he took the decision to attack the terrorist hide out in the darkest of nights?
He never thought about having a family and he being the bread earner No news channel covered this since they were too busy hyping a former drug addict, an actor in real and reel life, a suspect who's linked to bomb blasts which killed hundreds. Their aim was to show how he defied the TADA charges and they were so successful that his conviction in possession of armory had no meaning. They also concluded that his parents in heaven must be happy and proud of him..
Parents of Major Pitambare are still on this earth and they have to live rest of their lives without their beloved son. His daughter won't ever see her papa again.
Finally Sir Major Pitambare , to my generation there is no greater hero than one who laid his life in the name of this great nation. Hence Sir, I salute you. You are the real Star,
Vande mataram. "
I came across this article today ... came in as a forward. Not one minister came to honour this soldier ... what HAVE we become today??? I don't know how far a reach my cyber voice has, but I'd like to express my gratitude (how inadequate words are ... for they cannot throb like an emotion) ... to all those who make a difference to Bharat. Jai Hind.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I've read and re-read how the critics have panned Bipsy's character. I don't agree with them though. Its rare for a film of this generation to cast an appealing lady as the chief operating officer for the department of humour. In the whole of the movie,(and here a theatreful of people would vouch for me) the parts where Bips came up and flaunted her phisiotherapist frame were the ones we laughed the hardest.
What the hell was she thinking applying lotion to John A's nose?!?! Now I'm not well-versed or heck!even acquainted with the art of phisio-therapy (did I even get the spelling right?!?!), but am pretty sure applying lotion to a near-broken nose is not the right way of going 'bout it. I don't know if it was Bipasha or the dialogues. Its like giving a "half-wit of the year" award and the only candidates are Dumb and Dumber. Seriously ... Bipasha?? Phisio-therapist??? They've grossly insulted every practicing phisio in the world. And her dialogues ... "Main bahut sexy hoon? Aur tum bhi bahut sexy ho." Ugh! She's totally beheaded her character, and stamped on the remains with a dainty foot (She looks good, never argued with that!)
And I could not understand how is it that after John signed a deal with some "leading" soccer club, he goes galloping back to his old team??? Call the lawyer you idiot and sue him!!! Bad movie man ... and I sympathize with our fun-team who arranged this trip in the first place. They tried for Aaja Nachle, but got a wet sock(cer) instead.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Here's wishing me a speedy recovery and AT LEAST 2 years of cold-less health!!! :) And oh ... some comments on my blog might aid too :D !!! (Yes yes, I like to see someone commenting on the blogs I write! And hey! Who doesn't?!?!?!)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Maybe, they'll save the world some day. Maybe there'd be movies made on them. Of the top of my head, "Bai Bai baby" sounds good. With the power of the robai, the average Indian housewife would be able to put an end to the whimsical attitude of the average Indian bai. She could shoo them away if they don't work properly, without getting a horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach. And a bloody pain in the small of her back.
Normal bais who generally thrive on fat salaries and sloppy housework would be replaced by robais would would brighten the house with the musical whirr of their gears and whatever it is that makes them work, and in return would ask for only a little oil to satiate their mechanical apetites. Oh amazing! I love the idea. And the best part is, these robais must be solar-powered. Imagine an army of robais at your whim powered by the Sun. Your house would be clean. Your idea might actually sell. You'd be rich!!! You'd rule the woooooooooorld. Maybe I should rein in my imagination a little bit.
Sigh. Alright alright, I hate these maids. Not one of them does a good job, they threaten to leave if they're are reprimanded, let alone blasted. They wouldn't let others join if they're kicked out. Hate them! But you've got to live with them. Grrr.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Hmmm .... I just realized that recollecting fond memories is the nicest thing on earth but blogging all that ... not a cup of tea. If only the keyboard could be connected to the brain, so, as the sentences form, off they go into the blog. Sigh. And thus are obliterated, yet again, from history that could have been made, reminiscences both sweet and sour.
Oh well … at least I can always pen down what happened yesterday:). I got loads of phone calls for one thing:). That felt nice. I took amma out for that movie Chak De! India (I really liked this one! I generally prefer Not watching SRK in action, 'coz its constant crappy mush with him and his brigade of Karan J and Aditya C, but this movie ... man ... came in like a breath of fresh air when stuck in traffic jam on a flyover built over a once-upon-a-time-fresh-water-now-sewage body of water ... but that's a different story) and then we dined at a nice restaurant:).
There were couple more same-yappy-budday people out there. One family (Mother, Father, Sister and younger brother) was dining alongside us. Reminded us of how we used to go out like that too:). But with bro' taking wing for higher studies, combined with an alarming increase in distaste for restaurant food saw us bid that rare tradition goodbye. So it was a mother-and-daughter day out and it was nice:). Oh yeah, and my office colleagues gave me a pen and a keychain. I had specifically gotten down on my knees (figuratively of course :D) and begggggged them not to give me the traditional artistic-clock thingummy that they usually spring upon the suspecting public :D. Hey! Maybe I just flagged off a spate of keychain-pen birthday gifts now. Oh well…
So that’s that. Tataxxx
Saturday, August 11, 2007
PS : Maybe there should be an edit in the software that drives a blog, that unless the reader (other than the blogger him/her self:D ofcourse) leaves a comment, he/she shouldn't be allowed to navigate to another pane or close the window even :D? If ever the blogger wanted some hatred in his/her life, this would be a surefire way of recieving it in spades:D.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
I found that I've been cribbing a little too much lately (even by my normal standards :D) ... so i thought I'll put together a ‘little’ list of 'I-wish'es. So here goes!
- I wish our country sees able leadership come up at SOME point in my lifetime. We last saw that phenomenon in the Jurassic era.
- I wish Sonia Gandhi leaves the country. (Fat chance!)
- I wish the Congress would stop sucking up to SG so much.
- I wish Pratibha Patil does NOT become prez for the country. We've enough incompetence as it is without new contenders.
- I wish Dr. Kalaam returns.
- I wish politicians would stop patronizing minorities so much. It jars.
- I wish the majority stops squabbling amongst themselves and display a modicum of unity and strength, both of the mind and the muscle.
- I wish Kashmir’s Hindus return to the Valley in pride and in honour.
- I wish all Kashmiri militants dead.
- I wish Mohammad Afzal (the guy who planned to blow up the Indian Parliament) is finally hanged.
- I wish those who caused the Mumbai train blasts are caught and subjected to a death a little less benign that ‘to-hang-unto-death’.
- I wish roads wouldn’t get inundated every time there’s a shower.
- I wish people would start respecting road rules a little bit more.
- I wish people wouldn't use the road as a loo or a spittoon.
- I wish the government puts up loos and spittoons all over the place.
- I wish people USE these and not the road for god's sake!
- I wish I there were robotic maids in my house:-D. Here’s is my thought on it. They should be 'intelligent' contraptions. Maybe have furry blades fastened on their underside. They should move horizontal to the ground squirting water (mixed with a disinfectant:-D) and cleaning it simultaneously. Darting all over the place, they should be equipped with sensors to avoid solid objects in their way. Maybe the sensors should work like a bat's. Depending on the kind of feedback they get when they shoot whatever it is that sensors shoot, these little wonders would figure out if they're approaching wood, metal, plant, concrete or flesh (that's us. Pets would fall into that category too.) And then cleverly clean all around it too.
- I wish there was a dishwasher for Indian households. With the kind of ingredients and utensils we use, there should be special custom-made dishwashers for us.
- I wish Telugu movies being screened these days wouldn't be so mind-numbingly dumb!
- I wish to see ONE decent Telugu movie!!! (Can't seem to find one :(( Bommarillu and Aite would be exceptions to this though.)
- I wish directors started dressing their leading ladies in clothes and not where-are-the-clothes. (This one’s global I guess, not just Telugu.)
- I wish Telugu songs would have sensible lyrics in them!
- I wish Telugu movie plots would go beyond the menacing-villain, beefy-hero-with-flashback, garment-shy-heroines and garmentless item-girls charade.
- I wish SMS-based voting in reality TV shows stops. It obviously doesn’t make sense if people are voting only because the person’s from his/her area and not because he/she sings better than the others. That’s sad.
- I wish people would send their children to school.
- I wish children wouldn’t beg on the streets.
- I wish schools weren’t this pricey. 20000 for a children’s nursery school seems rather stupid to the mind. Think about higher levels of education then.
- I wish children wouldn’t be abused.
- I wish that the gen-next and gen-ex embrace the ancient wisdom that Bharat is so rooted in.
- I wish men respect the women in their lives. And vice-versa.
- I wish the old didn’t have to live in old-age homes.
- I wish everyone had a loving family. Like I do:).
- I wish to remain a big fan of Lord Sri Ramachandra always.
- I wish to see dawn throughout my life. Kuch samjhe? :)
- I wish to have my family with me. Always.
- I wish I continue to dance. For all eternity. With love and devotion towards the celestial art.
- I wish not to clamour for fame in dance, but joy. Ok. A little fame wouldn’t hurt I guess.
- I wish I could control my temper.
- I wish to have my own little house filled with people and things I love most in my life:), with a little garden filled with trees and flowers. Basically, lots of nature.
- I wish I had a pet cat. Love cats.
- I wish I had a dog too. Like dogs. Besides, it’ll keep my darling cat, company. :D
- I wish I wouldn’t be so scared of attachment.
- I wish I could manage my time better.
- I wish to visit Chidambaram, Tiruvarur, Tanjavur and Bhadrachalam.
- I wish I could dance in front of all the holy temples of India.
- I wish I could perform at the Khajuraho festival.
- I wish I could get my hands on the Harry Potter book 7. :D
- I wish the Tathaastu-devtas would say ‘So be it’ to my wish-list:).
Jai Ramji ki and Jai Hind!
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Too irritated to write half-an-epic now. Hmph. Night.
And the big story is ...
I went to my dance/carnatic vocal classes today with a swollen cheek ... an aftermath of parting ways with my gyaan dant. Luckily, the l'll fellow was hardly connected to the jaw-bone, with the result that if my dentist were a wizard, a mere flick of the wand could've remedied my problem.
My previous tryst with another maverick molar wasn't a walk in the park though. More like a walk in the Forbidden Forest. Ok. I confess. I love the Harry Potter books. Anywayyyyyyyyyy ... classes were nice. I learnt this 'Sabdam' (a type/class of item in Kuchipudi) called 'Prahlada Pattabhisheka Sabdam'. Was very nice. Goes to the Misra Chaapu taala (123-1234). Lovely piece. And my teacher's abhinaya (expression) is so well done, its a treat to watch her I tell you.
Dance ... sigh ... just love it. Its like family you know. All the while when I was practicing my vocals, I had my left hand on my left cheek to sort of quell the swelling and hope fervently that it was invisible. But with dance, I didn't care if I had the swelling or whether my puffy face assumes wierd expressions instead of the one I was trying to in fact, portray or if I'd got christened as 'chubbs' today evening ... all that mattered was that I was dancing. And what with the recent Tirupati trip and my being ill the whole of last week, I could hardly get around to practice. So today was nice ... like homecoming :).
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. Will you look at the time! Big day tomorrow. Tataxxx.
PS : Is it me or did my crib blog turn out better than this 'lost-and-found' one? Comments?
The dentist after prodding the tooth a little bit,barked to his assistant ... "Get me the chisel and the hammer". Help. After my tooth was dislodged with the combined efforts of the c, the h and the machine, I ambled home and here I am ... scribbling down this blog in a lot less interesting fashion than it should be.
Friday, June 29, 2007
3. General cribbing
I've decided now though, that I'll cut down on all that. And eventually stamp it out of my system. I can hear my best friend chuckle "Mission Impossible?" already. Nonetheless I shall persevere to soliloquise upon how beautiful life is. About how wonderful it is that our country is making headway in various fields. That we're getting a brand new president, a woman at that! Now now ... we shouldn't close our minds to this wonderful Mrs. Whats-her-name-oh-yeah-Patil-Pratibha-Patil just because she
1. is incompetent
2. carresses controversy like it were her pet pom,
3. has sent her spine on an indefinite holiday to some lost part of the world and
4. was handpicked by the italian mafia for precisely these exemplary characteristics.
Must...celebrate ...must (choke) rejoice ... must... control .. urge... to fling... hefty object at wall. So... as I was saying, I hereby dedicate THIS blog to writing cheerful stuff like that.
Oh, and speaking of cheerful (seriously cheerful I mean) looking forward to my dance program on the 25th of July. Its at this Venkateswara Swami Temple near my place. The day happens to be 'Toli Ekadasi', very auspicious reportedly. Can't wait!
I think, for a first post, this will do. Tataxxx.