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One thing for sure – I am never ever going to be so vela and idle in my life, hopefully. Smack! Right from November actually, after getting the PPO, I have been completely free, relieved and jobless after having a job in hand. I have since then been hearing things like – “Oh! Come on! What work do you have anyways?” aargh!

So then I decided ok. Enough. I would indulge myself in something. I would utilize this time in the most productive way possible. So, I prepared my own Bucket list – Ah! Well, not that I amm soon going to die. “No sir, I have not been diagnosed with ‘lympho sychoma of the intestine!’”

Han! Coming to my bucket list. It is weird. It is very dreamy. No, I don’t intend to settle down in MARSS, and not that it contains things not achievable, but just that I am too lazy for it. The list reads something like this –

LOYALTY PROGRAM – huh! Would discuss this in detail, when the time is right.

PHOTOSHOP – Right from my engineering second year, I had this fascination of learning Photoshop for all the amazing things it can do. In fact, I even have installed it a zillion times on my desktop earliler, and now on my laptop. I even searched for all the learning material possible. But well, the laziness inherent crept in, and I could never make a serious attempt.

SALSA – How bad would it be, going with a hot chik to a pub, and not knowing how to dance and rather prefer sitting close to the bartender. Not really a good sign for any kind of relationship. Not at all, if the girl loves dancing. Also, it is fun to dance if you know the steps right. And what better steps of dance than salsa? So, me and Chitta very ambitiously enrolled ourselves at Planet Salsa, paying a decent amount of money for the 30 day course. Of course, we were also somewhat influenced by Rab ne.. to some extent, and were quite eager to meet the tani partner of our choice. Well, as usual – the lazy bugger awoke, and we just went to the class one evening. Chitta claims that he went twice!

Get Screwed.. On the rocks – A project, which is under highly confidentiality agreement right now, and even for this project – which is quite close to my heart, the lazy bugger threatens to take control.

TT/ Baddy / Tennis, – Some sport damn it! I realized that I don’t play any damn sport and it is high time that I picked up one. I dabbled in TT during my intern and it was quite interesting and I loved it. But once back to campus, and I stopped playing. Similarly I dabbled in Tennis on evening, Baddy a couple of times, and etc.. So this is the right time that I indulge in these and master in atleast one game. Would also help me keep fit. But alas! The lazy bugger! Somebody please kill this bugger.

GYM – I better not talk about this. I did seriously indulge myself in it, and it was even regular. I went in every evening, and the N72 music was quite decent to keep it going. But well, the placements (not mine!), exams, and then the Delhi trips completely made gymming take the backseat.

Musical Instrument – one more innocent intent of learning something for my relaxation. I was even on the verge of buying a guitar, and even had a detailed talk with a member of the official band of the campus. But well, the bugger!

Newspapers – I have this habit of hoarding all my newspapers and not disposing them off without having a detailed look. I presently have a hoard full of newspapers dated December 2008. They have just kept piling up, and I have not done much about it. Throw them – no my policy does not allow that. Read them – the bugger does not allow them. Huh!

Thinking of all this may make one wonder – what the hell does this guy do all day? Huh! Let me know, if you get the answer.

Yeah, one more thing I have been indulging myself too much of late is rehashing the blog. I would very soon move to my own domain on the blogosphere, and the non-technical person that I am, it is getting quite tough. Any suggestions?

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“Sachin Tendulkar injured in a bomb blast. Dhoni escapes with bruises.”

This would have been the headlines in marquee on the font page of TOI right now. But well, thanks to our security agencies warning, the tour was cancelled.

India is one such place where people never fail to watch a match especially cricket and football match with their family, and friends. You can click here to check out the time table of the upcoming matches, but on that day if anything would have happened to the India cricketers, Undoutably India would have retaliated turning parts of Pakistan into dirt.

Sri lanka instead took up the chance and agreed to replace India.

India was to tour Pakistan in January-February to play three Tests, five one-dayers and a Twenty20 match. However, the Indian government did not clear the tour in the wake of last month’s terror attacks in Mumbai, which it has blamed on terrorists based in Pakistan. This resulted in the desperate PCB sending an invitation to Sri Lanka Thursday.

Pakistan Cricket Board (PCB) chief operating officer Saleem Altaf thanked Sri Lanka for agreeing to play the series.

Well, a very nice way to thank the team indeed. Injure them. Bomb them.

Gunmen killed at least four people in an attack on the Sri Lankan cricket team’s bus on Tuesday as it drove to a stadium in the Pakistani city of Lahore, according witnesses and cricket officials.

Sri Lankan media, quoting the sports minister, said four players received minor injuries in the attack — Kumar Sangakkara, Ajantha Mendis, Thilan Samaraweera and Tharanga Paranavithana.

Pakistan television channels news channels said four people were killed.

A witness told Reuters he believed two police commandos were killed along with a regular policeman and a traffic warden. Shopkeeper Ahmed Ali said the two police commandos had been driving behind the team bus when they were hit.

“It was a very heavy firing and I heard at least two explosions at the time,” said a Reuters witness who had been on his way to cover the test match between Pakistan and Sri Lanka.

Pakistan only invited the Sri Lanka team to tour after India’s team pulled out with security concerns following the militant attacks on the Indian city of Mumbai in November.

Security concerns have plagued Pakistan for years and some foreign sports teams have refused to play here. India has been in and out of this relation of playing against the close neighbours. This incident further aggravates the issue. It makes me wonder sometimes, is it for fun that the Pakistanis involved in such incidents indulge? Is it like, “yaar, aaj bahut bore ho raha hun. Chal kisiko maar kar aate hai.”

Or maybe, “ yaar bahut dino se Pakistan ki khabar international news mein nahi hai”

“koi na, Sri lanka waale yahin hai. Chal thodi net practise kar lelte hai.”

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This is how I would refer to most of the Indians. Just two days back we were discussing on the so called taboo topic – “Pre-Marital Sex”. This was one of the many discussions that arise after the ‘stag’ sessions in the official casino of IIML. (Yes, my room has been declared!!).

Surprising to find that even the most outward looking person was trying to defend, “No, Its consequences are very bad on the society!”

“Dude, we make the society”. But nah! He would not listen. And well, he was not alone. Many like him, who would not mind doing things like that themselves, but when it comes to take a stand, become the moral police of the country; of the RICH Indian culture; of the Indian Society.

Such people are found in every corner of the country. In rural places, it is understandable; they don’t have access to high education level nor the exposure to the global world. They are narrow minded by the way they have been living and their surroundings. But even in the capital of the country – Delhi! Did not expect this!

A guy and a girl are allowed to stay together all day, but well once it is 11PM, NO! What? Can they not indulge in so called immoral activities in the daylight? They very well can! But that is allowed. “What would the society think if they are together all night?” retorted a landlady here.

Everyone is just afraid of the society. The first person is afraid, “what will the others speak of this?”, the next one with a similar fear. Internally everyone wants to feel like, and maybe even is, a non-orthodox forward thinking person. But at the outset would like to get limited by the boundaries of the society. The same society they themselves form. Hippocrates.

It is like the Black Monkey that resides in everyone’s heart, very well summarised by the latest flick – Delhi 6. The monkey resides within us and we manifest it, give it growth and foster it to become a huge behemoth that it eventually turns into. Sometimes to further our own aspirations, but most of the times just to add to the gossip; become a part of the story.

The conditions become frustrating and suffocating, and well what does it turn into? The same. Carry forward the story. I suffered, so you also suffer. Or is it that we get limited by the thinking and we cannot think beyond?

No point ranting about it. We as a complete society need to change and look forward – A very idealistic far-fetched dream!

Else, just ignore the society that surrounds you. They just need some fodder to discuss on their next coffe break at office – “Hey, you know! This girl was having a male guest at her place all night yesterday”.

The reply: “Oh! Really! How shameful? Where is the world heading to?”

Chuck it. Just ignore, and live life they way you want to. Life is too short to be bound by such artificial illogical boundaries!

On an ending note, congrats to “SlumDog Millionaire“, for its sweep run at the Oscars. And more so to A.R. Rahman for the laurels he has brought to the country! Even here, we needed a foreign director to bring out something very coherently Indian!

And what do we do? Protest! Slumdog is derogatory! HIPPOCRATES!!

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Well, a very happy Christmas to you. What? That was like one and a half months back. I don’t remember wishing you then, so the wishes. Better late, than never. I have once again resorted to the easy way. The shortcut to blogging. Putting pictures and writing some random crap, and reduce the effort. I will try my best not to resort to this tactic again, and rather involve myself in better journalistic writing. Huh!

The current economic slowdown has probably hit too hard, and it is said that this is the best time for unleashing creativity. Now you know why the ET IDEAS initiative was kick started at this time? Angel investors is no fool.

Talking about the pictures now, which all sum up, or maybe provide the very much required laughter!

Very well summarises the movement of the market indices through the years.

Ah! My Baby!
I thought such queues exist only in our densely populated country.
Also, keep the anti-depressants (only one pill) ready in hand.
Ah! The graph has hit the ebb. It has stooped so low that there is no more downwards. Here come the good times, now t has no option but to rise.
The bankers again get an advantage.
Ha! The broker and the investor.
JOB JOB! Where are they?
Back to the good old times.
Told you the indian way of living, by loading up stacks of black money in unthinkable un reachable positions is the best form of investing. Talking about black money makes me think. What would have happened to the money hoarders in Zimbabwe? The currency is inflating at levels that would even put to shame Harry Potter’s hair growth to shame!
No more loans buddy. Keep your money safe, in the safe. The joke doing the rounds in campus – “FLASH NEWS: One more bank hit by the economic slowdown due to default on Educational loans. Punjab National Bank; Two years back it proudly put up a banner stating that more than 200 students of IIM Lucknow are now its ‘esteemed’ Customers.”

Looking at the conditions it is very much possible for such a free coupon to come up soon. “Buy a Zinger Burger at KFC, and get a scratch card free. “

Laughter is the best medicine in such times. And music is a close second. Nothing like the soothing effect of a Rock Song (pun intended). Thus, the latest song by Zeest, yes yes the BC SUTTA band from Pakistan, has released a new song. This time on the “FINANCIAL FUCK UPS and BROKEN HEARTED PEOPLE”, in their own words. You can download the song here.

Kabhi to koi din aisa hoga.. jab meri jeb mein paisa hoga..

100 rupai…

Chai bhi peeni hai.. Paan bhi khaana hai.. Haath mein uski sutta bhi jalana hai.

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The revered PadmaShri awards which have a lot of social value attached in India are enticed by everyone. Every year on republic day, the government comes out with a list of people who would be awarded the coveted awards – padma shri, padma Bhusan and Padma Vibhusan; not to mention the coveted Bharat Ratna. The awards committee looks at individuals world over, and circles down the people who have impacted the most to the nation in different fields like arts, culture, economy, literature, etc.

In such circumstances this news comes as a big joke.

Khan was nominated for the Padma Shri under the art, culture and literature category. Then it was corrected to the craftsmen category, but when the hunt for Khan started after his nomination, it was found that no craftsman by that name existed in Jammu and Kashmir.

If this kind of laxity happens with such a prestigious award, I don’t see any reason why I cannot be called padma Shri Bharat Jhurani, aka Padma Shrimati.