Memoire of my "Near Death Experience" (Or Shd I say Near Life Experience.)
(After the loads of hotlinks I have pestered u with, finally I have decided to write another one of my boring posts.)
Making a small bit of event setup before we go ahead.
Event-- White water rafting at Cheat River, Class 4-5
People -- Freaks.
Date -- Sunday, May 30, 2004.
Time -- To be leaving Baltimore 630 am Indian Standard Time :-)
Indian Standard Time denotes something and we did not let down its repute one bit. Wanting to leave at 630 , ended up leaving arnd 730. The journey was supposed to be a three hr drive without getting lost (Well, which by Murphy's law is an inevitability for us).
But we did make it arnd 1030 to Cheat river, now starts the real fun. We did not exactly know the name of the tour operator we were going with. Also with none of the cell phones catching any sort of ntwk, communicating with the other grp was impossible.
So started our fight to find the right place and I may say, that as usual I screwed up again. We saw a party getting ready to board and I boarded down to make sure if it was the ones we were supposed to go with.Not finding any of our frnds waiting for us outside, We decided that this wasn't the one and we moved ahead.After abt 45min of searching arnd the place, we finally came to know that the aforementioned place was infact the one and we had missed our frnds who were already on the trip.(Hugely disappointed were a couple of ppl, Anadi -- Cursing himself for the screwup where I shd be taking more of the blame for the same, Aarti -- Guess was bored with our jokes :-)) No more trips were scheduled for that afternoon. But the operator trasnferred us to another place in Ohiopyle..(Class 3-4).
Think that turned a blessing in disguise for us. With the two girls alongwith us already prety damn scared of rafting(especially at Class 4-5), I think Class 3-4 was just perfect.
So it starts off -- Usual routine of introductions, safety equipment, instructions ....
Myself made the captain of the team (Many wouldn't contest that this was the worst decision made collectively).
My Team --
Vishal -- First timer scared of water.
Anadi -- Buckles under pressure ;-) (and plainly keeps shouting Check,Check !!!)
Aarti -- Only one with certified rowing experience :-)
Nicolle -- Doesnt wanna get wet while white water rafting. Finally came out to be the remote control captain(Sonia ishtyle ;-), with me in Doc's seat) for the raft.
A Bad Start:- With a captain like me and the crew absolutely confused abt what to do, we werent expecting a great start but it was worse than we cud have imagined. Through the first set of rapids , our raft almost overturned with three of us including myself finding oursleves swimming in the cold rapids. Though the boat flung me out into the water, I somehow managed to hold on to the raft, and goli doing a great job pulling me inside. The two others left out were Vishal and Aarti. With Aarti getting a hold of an instructors Kayak, she was safe. But Vishal was still reeling arnd in the water with no support and his lack of knowledge of swimming (like mine) making it tougher for him to stay afloat(even with our lifejackets on). But eventually Anadi did mange to pull him inside with me pulling Aarti inside(that was a tougher job than it sounds). So everybody safe and sound (well, not exactly sound with Vishal reeling with bruises and both of em psychologically scarred ;-))
Couple of Rapids Ahead , I came to encounter my Near Life Experience. Somehow I managed to fall out of the raft in a pretty fast rapid. Could not hold on to myself and was reeling in the water with my specs falling over and the helmet falling over my head. Unable to see, water going into my lungs, absolutely out of breath.(Thats how u feel when u r drowning ;-)Went that way for a more than a couple of dips and the rapid was really quick. A good Samaritan (a desi coincidentally) somehow managed to come near to me in his raft and tried to pull me in , but while doing so we went trhough another rapid and this time his raft and my back completely banged into a rock. But he held onto me. Then another raft came closeby and pulled me inside their raft. At one point of time I was holding onto both the rafts an heading straight into a rock , but i guess commonsense prevailed inside me :-)
What did I experience -- Fear (Oh yea, was scared to hell for a moment). Not exactly sure if it was death that I was scared of. But then it was only abt survival. And I also have to say I somehow enjoyed that fight for survival.Trying to keep myself above the water was the toughest part :-)
Rest of the ride was relatively uneventful with us completing other rapids relatively successfully. I think the event instilled in us a sense of urgency which led to our success and better coordination in latter stages.
This probably was as close as I would get to a Near-Life Experience as Tyler wud call it.
I am sure other ppl will have a lot to say bt the day. Keep the posts and comments flowing.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Guys believe me this is a freakin riot....brilliant....
"The Travails of Single South Indian men of conservative upbringing" or "Why we don't get any..."
Yet another action packed weekend in Mumbai, full of fun, frolic and introspection. I have learnt many things. For example having money when none of your friends have any is as good as not having any. And after spending
much time in movie theatres, cafes and restaurants I have gathered many insights into the endless monotony that is the love life of south Indian men. What I have unearthed is most disheartening. Disheartening because comprehension of these truths will not change our status anytime soon. However there is also cause for joy. We never stood a chance anyway. What loads the dice against virile, gallant, well educated, good looking, sincere mallus and tams? (Kanadus were once among us, but Bangalore has changed all that.)
Our futures are shot to hell as soon as our parents bestow upon us names that are anything but alluring. I cannot imagine a more foolproof way of making sure the child remains single till classified advertisements or that
maternal uncle in San Francisco thinks otherwise. Name him "Parthasarathy Venkatachalapthy" and his inherent capability to combat celibacy is obliterated before he could even talk. He will grow to be known as Partha. Before he knows,his smart,seductively named northy classmates start calling him Paratha. No woman in their right minds will go anyway near poor Parthasarathy. His investment banking job doesn't help either. His employer loves him though. He has no personal life you see. By this time the Sanjay Singhs and Bobby Khans from his class have small businesses of their own and spend 60% of their lives in discos and pubs. The remaining 40% is spent coochicooing with leather and denim clad muses in their penthouse flats on Nepean Sea Road. Business is safely in
the hands of the Mallu manager. After all with a name like Blossom Babykutty he cant use his 30000 salary anywhere. Blossom gave up on society when in school they automatically enrolled him for Cookery Classes. Along
with all the girls.
Yes my dear reader, nomenclature is the first nail in a coffin of neglect and hormonal pandemonium. In a kinder world they would just name the poor southern male child and throw him off the balcony. "Yes appa we have named him
Goundamani..." THUD. Life would have been less kinder to him anyway.
If all the women the Upadhyays, Kumars, Pintos and, god forbid, the Sens and Roys in the world have met were distributed amongst the Arunkumars, Vadukuts and Chandramogans we would all be merry casanovas with 3 to 4 pretty
things at each arm. But alas it is not to be. Of course the south Indian women have no such issues. They have names which are like sweet poetry to the ravenous northie hormone tanks. Picture this: "Welcome, and this is my family. This is my daughter Poorni (what a sweet name!!) and my son Ponnalagusamy (er.. hello..).." Cyanide would not be fast enough for poor Samy. Nothing Samy does will help him. He can pump iron, drive fast cars and wear
snazzy clothes,but against a braindead dude called Arjun Singhania he has as much chance of getting any as a Benedictine Monk in a Saharan Seminary.
Couple this with the other failures that have plagued our existence. Any attempt at spiking hair with gel fails miserably. In an hour I have a crown of greasy, smelly fibrous mush. My night ends there. However the northy just
has to scream "Wakaw!!!" and you have to peel the women off him to let him breathe.In a disco while we can manage the medium hip shake with neck curls,once the Bhangra starts pumping we are as fluid as cement and gravel in
a mixer.Karan Kapoor or Jatin Thapar in the low cut jeans with chaddi strap showing and see through shirt throws his elbows perfectly, the cynosure of all attention.The women love a man who digs pasta and fondue. But why do they not see the simple pleasures of curd rice and coconut chutney? When poor Senthilnathan opens his tiffin box in the office lunch room his female coworkers just dissappear when they see the tamarind rice and poppadums. The have all rematerialised around Bobby Singh who has ordered in Pizza and Garlic bread. (And they have the gall to talk of foreign origin.)
How can a man like me brought up in roomy lungis and oversized polyester shirts ever walk the walk in painted on jeans (that makes a big impression) and neon yellow rib hugging t shirts? All I can do is don my worn "comfort
fit" jeans and floral shirt. Which is pretty low on the "Look at me lady" scale, just above fig leaf skirt and feather headgear a la caveman, and a mite below Khakhi Shirt over a red t shirt and baggy khakhi pants and white
trainers a la Rajni "Badsha".
Sociologically too the tam or mallu man is severely sidelined. An average tam stud stays in a house with, on average, three grandparents, three sets of uncles and aunts, and over 10 children. Not the ideal atmosphere for
some intimacy and some full throated "WHOSE YOUR DADDY!!!" at the 3 in the morning. The mallu guy of course is almost always in the gulf working alone on some onshore oil rig in the desert. Rheumatic elbows me thinks.
Alas dear friends we are not just meant to set the nights on fire. We are just not built to be "The Ladies Man". The black man has hip hop, the white man has rock, the southie guy only has idlis and tomato rasam or an NRI
account in South Indian Bank Ernakulam Branch. Alas as our destiny was determined in one fell swoop by our nomenclature, so will our future be. A nice arranged little love story. But the agony of course does not end there. On the first night, as the stud sits on his bed finally within touching distance and whispers his sweet desires into her delectable ear, she blushes, turns around and whispers back "But amma has said only on second saturdays..."
Balls
"The Travails of Single South Indian men of conservative upbringing" or "Why we don't get any..."
Yet another action packed weekend in Mumbai, full of fun, frolic and introspection. I have learnt many things. For example having money when none of your friends have any is as good as not having any. And after spending
much time in movie theatres, cafes and restaurants I have gathered many insights into the endless monotony that is the love life of south Indian men. What I have unearthed is most disheartening. Disheartening because comprehension of these truths will not change our status anytime soon. However there is also cause for joy. We never stood a chance anyway. What loads the dice against virile, gallant, well educated, good looking, sincere mallus and tams? (Kanadus were once among us, but Bangalore has changed all that.)
Our futures are shot to hell as soon as our parents bestow upon us names that are anything but alluring. I cannot imagine a more foolproof way of making sure the child remains single till classified advertisements or that
maternal uncle in San Francisco thinks otherwise. Name him "Parthasarathy Venkatachalapthy" and his inherent capability to combat celibacy is obliterated before he could even talk. He will grow to be known as Partha. Before he knows,his smart,seductively named northy classmates start calling him Paratha. No woman in their right minds will go anyway near poor Parthasarathy. His investment banking job doesn't help either. His employer loves him though. He has no personal life you see. By this time the Sanjay Singhs and Bobby Khans from his class have small businesses of their own and spend 60% of their lives in discos and pubs. The remaining 40% is spent coochicooing with leather and denim clad muses in their penthouse flats on Nepean Sea Road. Business is safely in
the hands of the Mallu manager. After all with a name like Blossom Babykutty he cant use his 30000 salary anywhere. Blossom gave up on society when in school they automatically enrolled him for Cookery Classes. Along
with all the girls.
Yes my dear reader, nomenclature is the first nail in a coffin of neglect and hormonal pandemonium. In a kinder world they would just name the poor southern male child and throw him off the balcony. "Yes appa we have named him
Goundamani..." THUD. Life would have been less kinder to him anyway.
If all the women the Upadhyays, Kumars, Pintos and, god forbid, the Sens and Roys in the world have met were distributed amongst the Arunkumars, Vadukuts and Chandramogans we would all be merry casanovas with 3 to 4 pretty
things at each arm. But alas it is not to be. Of course the south Indian women have no such issues. They have names which are like sweet poetry to the ravenous northie hormone tanks. Picture this: "Welcome, and this is my family. This is my daughter Poorni (what a sweet name!!) and my son Ponnalagusamy (er.. hello..).." Cyanide would not be fast enough for poor Samy. Nothing Samy does will help him. He can pump iron, drive fast cars and wear
snazzy clothes,but against a braindead dude called Arjun Singhania he has as much chance of getting any as a Benedictine Monk in a Saharan Seminary.
Couple this with the other failures that have plagued our existence. Any attempt at spiking hair with gel fails miserably. In an hour I have a crown of greasy, smelly fibrous mush. My night ends there. However the northy just
has to scream "Wakaw!!!" and you have to peel the women off him to let him breathe.In a disco while we can manage the medium hip shake with neck curls,once the Bhangra starts pumping we are as fluid as cement and gravel in
a mixer.Karan Kapoor or Jatin Thapar in the low cut jeans with chaddi strap showing and see through shirt throws his elbows perfectly, the cynosure of all attention.The women love a man who digs pasta and fondue. But why do they not see the simple pleasures of curd rice and coconut chutney? When poor Senthilnathan opens his tiffin box in the office lunch room his female coworkers just dissappear when they see the tamarind rice and poppadums. The have all rematerialised around Bobby Singh who has ordered in Pizza and Garlic bread. (And they have the gall to talk of foreign origin.)
How can a man like me brought up in roomy lungis and oversized polyester shirts ever walk the walk in painted on jeans (that makes a big impression) and neon yellow rib hugging t shirts? All I can do is don my worn "comfort
fit" jeans and floral shirt. Which is pretty low on the "Look at me lady" scale, just above fig leaf skirt and feather headgear a la caveman, and a mite below Khakhi Shirt over a red t shirt and baggy khakhi pants and white
trainers a la Rajni "Badsha".
Sociologically too the tam or mallu man is severely sidelined. An average tam stud stays in a house with, on average, three grandparents, three sets of uncles and aunts, and over 10 children. Not the ideal atmosphere for
some intimacy and some full throated "WHOSE YOUR DADDY!!!" at the 3 in the morning. The mallu guy of course is almost always in the gulf working alone on some onshore oil rig in the desert. Rheumatic elbows me thinks.
Alas dear friends we are not just meant to set the nights on fire. We are just not built to be "The Ladies Man". The black man has hip hop, the white man has rock, the southie guy only has idlis and tomato rasam or an NRI
account in South Indian Bank Ernakulam Branch. Alas as our destiny was determined in one fell swoop by our nomenclature, so will our future be. A nice arranged little love story. But the agony of course does not end there. On the first night, as the stud sits on his bed finally within touching distance and whispers his sweet desires into her delectable ear, she blushes, turns around and whispers back "But amma has said only on second saturdays..."
Balls
Monday, May 24, 2004
Dear Goliji,
It doesnt suit a person of your age to make a scathing attack on my dearest friend Marvaadi, much younger to you in age and stature ( and the best possible hot-linker Blogger has ever produced :-) ). In saying this I am undermining his beautiful writing abilities as evident in his "Robin and the cricket match" blog. And how can you accuse active Freaks of non-performance when you yourself were hibernating in LaLa Land for all but two blogs ( one blank one ) of Freaks Inc's web existence ? You may argue that our blog functions like a "tabloid" always ready to pounce upon something spicy. We agree it does( sort of a tabloid )and there is no harm in it being that way. Because if there are blogs just for the heck of it ( even this is not wrong), then you will again accuse the blog of being dry and boring like you accused Marvaadi's hot links. There have been posts on topics as bland as playing cricket in my(Anoop's) house at Mount Ridge and "The week's activity" also. Please dont vie for our blood Mr. Goli.We accept our inactivity over the past few days and hope that your reason of writing the previous blog being the good intention of reviving activity, has borne fruit.In my inimitable style of pulling your leg I exhort you to have "two tablets of Mebex with cold almond milk " and chill out.Also once in a while please let your creative juices flow on the blog.I know it is too much to ask :-), but even a modicum of that would do the blog some good.All said and done, I take your comment with a pinch of salt and hereby pledge energetic blogging.
~Anoop
It doesnt suit a person of your age to make a scathing attack on my dearest friend Marvaadi, much younger to you in age and stature ( and the best possible hot-linker Blogger has ever produced :-) ). In saying this I am undermining his beautiful writing abilities as evident in his "Robin and the cricket match" blog. And how can you accuse active Freaks of non-performance when you yourself were hibernating in LaLa Land for all but two blogs ( one blank one ) of Freaks Inc's web existence ? You may argue that our blog functions like a "tabloid" always ready to pounce upon something spicy. We agree it does( sort of a tabloid )and there is no harm in it being that way. Because if there are blogs just for the heck of it ( even this is not wrong), then you will again accuse the blog of being dry and boring like you accused Marvaadi's hot links. There have been posts on topics as bland as playing cricket in my(Anoop's) house at Mount Ridge and "The week's activity" also. Please dont vie for our blood Mr. Goli.We accept our inactivity over the past few days and hope that your reason of writing the previous blog being the good intention of reviving activity, has borne fruit.In my inimitable style of pulling your leg I exhort you to have "two tablets of Mebex with cold almond milk " and chill out.Also once in a while please let your creative juices flow on the blog.I know it is too much to ask :-), but even a modicum of that would do the blog some good.All said and done, I take your comment with a pinch of salt and hereby pledge energetic blogging.
~Anoop
It's a fine sunny day in the forest, and a rabbit
is sitting outside his
burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter.
Along comes a fox, out for a walk.
Fox: "What are you working on?"
Rabbit: "My thesis."
Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"
Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat
foxes."
Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that
rabbits don't eat foxes!"
Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"
They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow.
After few minutes, gnawing
on
a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter
and resumes typing.
Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the
hardworking rabbit.
Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat
wolves."
Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish
published, do you?"
Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"
The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and
again the rabbit returns by
himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to
typing.
Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you
doing?
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat
bears."
Bear: "Well that's absurd!
Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"
As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces
the bear to the lion.
Moral:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS.
WHAT MATTERS IS WHO YOU HAVE FOR A SUPERVISOR.
In the context of the working world:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS;
WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU
is sitting outside his
burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter.
Along comes a fox, out for a walk.
Fox: "What are you working on?"
Rabbit: "My thesis."
Fox: "Hmm... What is it about?"
Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat
foxes."
Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that
rabbits don't eat foxes!"
Rabbit: "Come with me and I'll show you!"
They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow.
After few minutes, gnawing
on
a fox bone, the rabbit returns to his typewriter
and resumes typing.
Soon a wolf comes along and stops to watch the
hardworking rabbit.
Wolf: "What's that you are writing?"
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat
wolves."
Wolf: "you don't expect to get such rubbish
published, do you?"
Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?"
The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow and
again the rabbit returns by
himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to
typing.
Finally a bear comes along and asks, "What are you
doing?
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat
bears."
Bear: "Well that's absurd!
Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you"
As they enter the burrow, the rabbit introduces
the bear to the lion.
Moral:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS.
WHAT MATTERS IS WHO YOU HAVE FOR A SUPERVISOR.
In the context of the working world:
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS;
WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU
Saturday, May 22, 2004
To find the Path, cricket has to stumble and innovate
A very interesting article by another of our cult figures -- Harsha Bhogle.
Comments invited :-)
A very interesting article by another of our cult figures -- Harsha Bhogle.
Comments invited :-)
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
MSN Entertainment - News - 'Shrek 2': Rare Sequel That's Better than Original
Got to watch it asap, what bt this Saturday ?
Got to watch it asap, what bt this Saturday ?
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
I guess this blog is for Freaks Inc. to express their thoughts however worthless or foolish they mite sound or actually mite be.
If we are going to keep on removing posts just because someone doesnt like somebody's opinion/comment, then I guess we need to do some serious thinking ...
p.s. if this post also disappears mysteriously, then dont be surprised ! its the norm nowadays.
If we are going to keep on removing posts just because someone doesnt like somebody's opinion/comment, then I guess we need to do some serious thinking ...
p.s. if this post also disappears mysteriously, then dont be surprised ! its the norm nowadays.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Reposting Anoops post again.
What are the Indian people thinking ?
Following the vote counting sessions online was frustrating and I was appalled and
disgusted at what happened. The results have cast a serious doubt on the credibility of the psephologists and they will have a lot of explanation to do. Exit polls predicting a near majority for the NDA and what happens..totally opposite. Now we have to contend with Sonia Gandhi as PM for the next painful 5 years. Come to think of it..Forget about their regime, I cant even see a competitive council of ministers for the Congress formed Governement.Though we can say that the anti-incumbency factor in each state has
affected the results of the center, I fail to comprehend what are the people thinking. Clearly the initiatives of the NDA Governement were right may it be the peace initiative with Pakistan, the nuclear weapons,"India shining" campaign,twin IT booms in their rule whatever. When the popular sentiment was so clearly with the BJP I fail to understand how they can lose so miserably.I can understand South Bombay voting for a young leader in Milind Deora because they must have voted for youth and dynamism. South Bombay needs no development work to be done any more. What is surprsing and probably the lowest ebb is a dummy like Govinda beating a seasoned veteran like Ram Naik who hasnt lost an election for the past 20 yrs and had done nothing wrong to lose this one either. I hate to even think that this is the unceremonious end to the regime of one of the most able prime-ministers India had ever seen and will ever see.Adieu Vajpayeeji and hope sanity returns 5 yrs from now !
What are the Indian people thinking ?
Following the vote counting sessions online was frustrating and I was appalled and
disgusted at what happened. The results have cast a serious doubt on the credibility of the psephologists and they will have a lot of explanation to do. Exit polls predicting a near majority for the NDA and what happens..totally opposite. Now we have to contend with Sonia Gandhi as PM for the next painful 5 years. Come to think of it..Forget about their regime, I cant even see a competitive council of ministers for the Congress formed Governement.Though we can say that the anti-incumbency factor in each state has
affected the results of the center, I fail to comprehend what are the people thinking. Clearly the initiatives of the NDA Governement were right may it be the peace initiative with Pakistan, the nuclear weapons,"India shining" campaign,twin IT booms in their rule whatever. When the popular sentiment was so clearly with the BJP I fail to understand how they can lose so miserably.I can understand South Bombay voting for a young leader in Milind Deora because they must have voted for youth and dynamism. South Bombay needs no development work to be done any more. What is surprsing and probably the lowest ebb is a dummy like Govinda beating a seasoned veteran like Ram Naik who hasnt lost an election for the past 20 yrs and had done nothing wrong to lose this one either. I hate to even think that this is the unceremonious end to the regime of one of the most able prime-ministers India had ever seen and will ever see.Adieu Vajpayeeji and hope sanity returns 5 yrs from now !
I saw Shrek and Finding Nemo both at one shot yesterday night. I am not a big fan of animations but I attest to the fact that these films are pathbreaking animation films.
My views and perspectives about such films have totally changed by watching these two. No need to put anything more in words..I am looking forward to Shrek 2
~Anoop
My views and perspectives about such films have totally changed by watching these two. No need to put anything more in words..I am looking forward to Shrek 2
~Anoop
Friday, May 14, 2004
Very interesting post on Gauravs blog. I dont know how much of it I agree with, but interesting read nonetheless and am sure that post is gonna evoke some reactions.
Vantage Point
Vantage Point
Thursday, May 13, 2004
A frnd wrote this email to me. Bet there is not one freak who disagrees on this one.
- A Frustrated Freak.
Hey all,
I just came across this article about Carlo Marroni, Mayor of Orbassano (Italy) congratulating Sonia Gandhi for her Victory.... Itz titled " Italy Celebrates Congress Victory " .. Nothing wrong with the article.. I would have been a proud reader... had i been an Italian, specially these lines
Mayor Marroni "expresses his great satisfaction at the elections," his office said in a statement. "We're making contacts to send a telegram to Sonia Maino, and we will watch the situation as it develops in the coming days."
"It's good that an Italian can get elected in a country that's so far away, and that's culturally so different," he said. "Imagine here in Italy, if a foreigner were elected premier," exclaimed Gilberto Fulvi, who works in a youth center.
but well... I m not an Italian.... n for the first time in my life, I felt ashamed to be a part of that population which has given a verdict in favour of a leader who probably has no experience of serving Indian population..
This was the first time that i got an opportunity to vote.. and I was feeling on the top of the world when i actually did vote.. But the way things have gone, dunno why, but i seem to have lost my faith in democracy...Well, we boast of being the Largest Democracy in the world... but what use if we make a mockery of it ourselves... Does it make any sense in giving people , the right to vote, if they can't distinguish between the issues that they should relate the elections to ?? I dunno whether Indians should be proud of or ashamed of this " Dance of Democracy" .... I still dunno if the next time, I would have the same enthusiasm for voting ... If I know that sane thinking probably isn’t going to prevail any way... is it worth it ????
WAGH
P.S. :
1) Anyone interested in the actual article : - http://autofeed.msn.co.in/pandoraV2/output/2E316E56-4736-4516-B3AB-470725EF73D9.asp
2) Just wanna checkout the credentials of the leader whom we have ruled out :- http://autofeed.msn.co.in/pandoraV2/output/DA7F825B-6FE0-474E-B80F-639FFB4010AD.asp
3) Most Important :- Whatever I have written is my own personal opinion , I ve just expressed it using my freedom of speech ( That’s the only aspect of democracy which is still left at our disposal ) , And I am extremely sorry if it offends anyone. If anyone else would like to correct me, or express his views, he or she is welcome.
- A Frustrated Freak.
Hey all,
I just came across this article about Carlo Marroni, Mayor of Orbassano (Italy) congratulating Sonia Gandhi for her Victory.... Itz titled " Italy Celebrates Congress Victory " .. Nothing wrong with the article.. I would have been a proud reader... had i been an Italian, specially these lines
Mayor Marroni "expresses his great satisfaction at the elections," his office said in a statement. "We're making contacts to send a telegram to Sonia Maino, and we will watch the situation as it develops in the coming days."
"It's good that an Italian can get elected in a country that's so far away, and that's culturally so different," he said. "Imagine here in Italy, if a foreigner were elected premier," exclaimed Gilberto Fulvi, who works in a youth center.
but well... I m not an Italian.... n for the first time in my life, I felt ashamed to be a part of that population which has given a verdict in favour of a leader who probably has no experience of serving Indian population..
This was the first time that i got an opportunity to vote.. and I was feeling on the top of the world when i actually did vote.. But the way things have gone, dunno why, but i seem to have lost my faith in democracy...Well, we boast of being the Largest Democracy in the world... but what use if we make a mockery of it ourselves... Does it make any sense in giving people , the right to vote, if they can't distinguish between the issues that they should relate the elections to ?? I dunno whether Indians should be proud of or ashamed of this " Dance of Democracy" .... I still dunno if the next time, I would have the same enthusiasm for voting ... If I know that sane thinking probably isn’t going to prevail any way... is it worth it ????
WAGH
P.S. :
1) Anyone interested in the actual article : - http://autofeed.msn.co.in/pandoraV2/output/2E316E56-4736-4516-B3AB-470725EF73D9.asp
2) Just wanna checkout the credentials of the leader whom we have ruled out :- http://autofeed.msn.co.in/pandoraV2/output/DA7F825B-6FE0-474E-B80F-639FFB4010AD.asp
3) Most Important :- Whatever I have written is my own personal opinion , I ve just expressed it using my freedom of speech ( That’s the only aspect of democracy which is still left at our disposal ) , And I am extremely sorry if it offends anyone. If anyone else would like to correct me, or express his views, he or she is welcome.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
I think Satyen's inactivity has caused Anubhav to say that we should change our blog's inspiration from Satyen to Gaurav Sabnis. But if you scroll through Satyen's archives you will find some beautifully written blogs."Out of activity( sight ) is clearly out of mind" with Freaks I guess. Also I hope that we had NDTV telecast.It would have been really exciting to follow the vote counting sessions and also the various discussions Pranoy Roy usually has with some scumbags..I like it..they( the sessions) are really gruelling( on those scumbags of course). Speaking of elections, I am really feeling bad for Chandrababu Naidu since a lot of hard work has gone into his campaign and he is the person who has given Andhra Pradesh some sort of a distinctive identity.But as it always happens, a seemingly ridiculous idea of a proposed separate Telangana state and a false claim of having championed the farmers' cause gives the Congress a landslide victory. Now Andhra Pradesh's destiny is in the hands of a lady who knows neither our language, nor our culture, our people and our sentiments( Vande Mata Rome).It will be a sorry state of affairs if Telangana is actually granted status since the effort of a great individual (Sardar Patel) some three decades ago in thwarting the Nizam's cruel machinations would be negated.Its so blatantly obvious.. Sardar Patel handled the affairs of 23 states then and all are functioning properly. One state was handled by Nehru and it is still burning.Its all so messed up..I just hope that the NDA's statement of not trying to frame the govt in the eventuality of less than 240 seats is taken back by them.. and they form the new Govt because India was and will be shining under the NDA rule.
Vantage point:
Read Gauravs Blog on F1, think its 2nd from the top at the moment.
Quoting him on JPM, for once I do completely agree with somebody(well, almost :-))
Montoya needs to watch Jerry Maguire, and pay special attention to this portion when Tom Cruise says to Cuba Gooding Jr -
"When you get on the field, it's all about what you didn't get, who's to blame, who underthrew the pass, who's go the contracts you don't, who's not giving you love. That is not what inspires people. That is not what inspires people! Shut up, play the game... play it from the heart. And I will show you Quan! "
Some of the other blogs are also worth reading..
Kudos Gaurav!!!
Anoop please change Freaks Inspiration from Satyen's Blog to Gaurav's Blog (satyen doesnt write anymore :-( )
Read Gauravs Blog on F1, think its 2nd from the top at the moment.
Quoting him on JPM, for once I do completely agree with somebody(well, almost :-))
Montoya needs to watch Jerry Maguire, and pay special attention to this portion when Tom Cruise says to Cuba Gooding Jr -
"When you get on the field, it's all about what you didn't get, who's to blame, who underthrew the pass, who's go the contracts you don't, who's not giving you love. That is not what inspires people. That is not what inspires people! Shut up, play the game... play it from the heart. And I will show you Quan! "
Some of the other blogs are also worth reading..
Kudos Gaurav!!!
Anoop please change Freaks Inspiration from Satyen's Blog to Gaurav's Blog (satyen doesnt write anymore :-( )
Monday, May 10, 2004
Well, I know everybodys been busy with orkut and nobodys had the time to write up on the blog.Just writing this to inform ya ppl that blogger has a new interface now. Am not sure if its better than the earlier one. this one requires one too many clicks according to me. But maybe its just me resisting change.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Another hall of famer from Pushkar after Kutta, the dog
I met him in the ITE third floor premises and this is the conversation that took place:
Pushkar( in his unique style) : Yaar, tune apni french beard kyoon hata di
Anoop ( with his perpetual excuse ready) : Maintain karne ko bor ho raha tha yaar..cornflakes atak raha tha :-)
Pushkar ( in his hall of famer mode) : to fir tu clean shave kyoon nahi karta..yeh half shave me tu "Bihar" ka chahcha ji jaise lagta hai..( I have no idea from where he came up with that)
Anoop: Theek hai yaar..lekin comfotable nahi lagta clean shave..chandu dikhunga..half shave theek hai..
Pushkar: Tujhe nahi suit hota yaar half shave..tu ek kaam kar..tu french beard badha, goggles daal , formals pehenle aur CHAL.. (ROLFMAO)..This last word CHAL will be easily understood by the guys who came on the Norfolk trip, though it is not difficult to understand what it is hinting at for anyone
~Anoop
P.S: Bhaiya is coming up with the original version of "Kutta, the dog" , in his own geeky way shortly
I met him in the ITE third floor premises and this is the conversation that took place:
Pushkar( in his unique style) : Yaar, tune apni french beard kyoon hata di
Anoop ( with his perpetual excuse ready) : Maintain karne ko bor ho raha tha yaar..cornflakes atak raha tha :-)
Pushkar ( in his hall of famer mode) : to fir tu clean shave kyoon nahi karta..yeh half shave me tu "Bihar" ka chahcha ji jaise lagta hai..( I have no idea from where he came up with that)
Anoop: Theek hai yaar..lekin comfotable nahi lagta clean shave..chandu dikhunga..half shave theek hai..
Pushkar: Tujhe nahi suit hota yaar half shave..tu ek kaam kar..tu french beard badha, goggles daal , formals pehenle aur CHAL.. (ROLFMAO)..This last word CHAL will be easily understood by the guys who came on the Norfolk trip, though it is not difficult to understand what it is hinting at for anyone
~Anoop
P.S: Bhaiya is coming up with the original version of "Kutta, the dog" , in his own geeky way shortly
Monday, May 03, 2004
The latest word from Match Referre *Andy Rangnekar* on the proceedings of the game on Saturday is that Bable has been put on probation for his conduct(or misconduct as it was). We shall have a hearing regarding the game and the ppl who were present at the aforesaid place playing and watching the story("INCIDENT") will have to testify.
As misfortune wud go, I am the first to be testifying in front of the Jury .
Bench - Ripin, Parag, Amit(M) (Chosen on basis of seniority)
Oath -- This is all but the truth. This might be the truth or the complete truth. Be it whatsoever , the final truth is that is has been
highly BALLSaggerated(My contribution towards the Freaks Dictionary of newly coined words).
Testimony --
Respected Jury,Esteemed members of the Bench and fellow Freaks,
This is my description of the STORY(We Freaks prefer to call it story cause the element of truth is missing all the time)
On the day of May 1,2004, Saturday, we were as usual going to play our scheduled cricket. The day with predicted Thunderstorm warnings which werent to be was looking out to be just another day of cricket.But it was not to be.
To setup the mood I would try and put chronlogically the flow of events that particular day.
1) Last over of the first innings bowled by myself. Last ball piteches on the arnd the 5th Stump and cuts in. Batsman swings and misses. But the Umpire (To be Unnamed) calls it a wide. The bowler is furious and starts his Afridisque bombardment of expletives at the Umpires.Next ball is again called a No Ball.Then an uneventful maiden ball comes by and the innings is over.
Next innings in true Kill Bill ishtyle , I set out to take my revenge. and then the moment comes, Its a ball outside the offstump and maybe pitches arnd 6thish stump and i call it wide.So the opposition is furious and the weather started heating up.
2) Due to some lapses on our teams part, we do a la India vs Zimbabwe (Last ball saga), but with our Robin(Bala) stranded at the other end.Needing 2 to win from the last ball, the batsman run for a quick single. The fielders hits the stumps and appeals vociferously with his teammates in support. The Umpire turns it down and in the meantime with a piece of GENIUS, our Robin runs for the winning run.So the opposition is furious over the Umpires call.But technically we win the game.
But the weather btwn the teams is pretty boiled up.
3) This is the actual story.
The Second match starts amongst such hot weather with the opposition furious and all determined to make us pay for the Umpiring lapse(If i can call it that). But due to some superbly fantastic piece of indisciplined bowling on part of some of the older members of the team and also inexpereince of the youngsters help our team to score a mammoth score of 91 in 12 overs.
We have a rollicking start in our bowling department and with wickets falling all around us, the fear of they winning the game is amost like a rat trying to scare an elephant(cudnt come up with a better analogy).Its around the 7th Over, a 5ft 10 inch guy (who wants to remain unnamed) comes on to bat with Robin bowling at fiery waqar-like pace.The batsman swings and only manages to air he ball for somebody to catch it. In his victory celebration, Robin says the mandatory F*** U(Undisclosed Sources have recently disclosed that he indeed said "Aur maar M********", and not F*** U).To this the batsman objected and thus started the clash of the day.The two ppl involved started pushing each other around. Then somebody came to stop it and pushed both of em arnd and after being separated , Robin came up with a classic dialogue straight from Bollywood and also used commonly in Zoppadpatti fght sequences -- "DARTA NAHIN MAIN TEREKO". (ROFLMAO!!!)
But eventually with the help of some senior members, the spat ended.
The day came to a uneventful close with the two players involved shaking hands to make up and Robin in his inimitable style giving his best face with a superb PLASTIC SMILE.
With this I end my testimony and would like to say to the jury my two words on the incident ,"Pata Nahin."
Other High Points of the Day - My spat with The Unnamed and getting him out twice in 2 balls(One of them being the sweet sound of timber)(also him getting me out Siddhu ishtyle , bowled off my legs, though that wasnt high point ;-)), Getting revenge from Beenish taking off his legstump, and me getting Vishal clean bowled(middle stump gone) for my maiden wicket of his (as he would suggest but i contend this vehemently)(Also will he come up with the argument that he hit me for 4 runs before the mentioned wicket.).Also would like to mention Golis and Meenals brilliant catches in the outfield.Also Ballsy brilliant bowling at the death in both the matches needs its due credit.
Would like to end this with a stolen catchline "But I am the BEST".
Boy,Was that some writing or what!!! (Bable thyair) :-)
Testimonies from other Freaks wud be appreciated.
One small quote to end it all which has nothing to do with the post --
"The better part of valour is discretion" - Shakespeare
As misfortune wud go, I am the first to be testifying in front of the Jury .
Bench - Ripin, Parag, Amit(M) (Chosen on basis of seniority)
Oath -- This is all but the truth. This might be the truth or the complete truth. Be it whatsoever , the final truth is that is has been
highly BALLSaggerated(My contribution towards the Freaks Dictionary of newly coined words).
Testimony --
Respected Jury,Esteemed members of the Bench and fellow Freaks,
This is my description of the STORY(We Freaks prefer to call it story cause the element of truth is missing all the time)
On the day of May 1,2004, Saturday, we were as usual going to play our scheduled cricket. The day with predicted Thunderstorm warnings which werent to be was looking out to be just another day of cricket.But it was not to be.
To setup the mood I would try and put chronlogically the flow of events that particular day.
1) Last over of the first innings bowled by myself. Last ball piteches on the arnd the 5th Stump and cuts in. Batsman swings and misses. But the Umpire (To be Unnamed) calls it a wide. The bowler is furious and starts his Afridisque bombardment of expletives at the Umpires.Next ball is again called a No Ball.Then an uneventful maiden ball comes by and the innings is over.
Next innings in true Kill Bill ishtyle , I set out to take my revenge. and then the moment comes, Its a ball outside the offstump and maybe pitches arnd 6thish stump and i call it wide.So the opposition is furious and the weather started heating up.
2) Due to some lapses on our teams part, we do a la India vs Zimbabwe (Last ball saga), but with our Robin(Bala) stranded at the other end.Needing 2 to win from the last ball, the batsman run for a quick single. The fielders hits the stumps and appeals vociferously with his teammates in support. The Umpire turns it down and in the meantime with a piece of GENIUS, our Robin runs for the winning run.So the opposition is furious over the Umpires call.But technically we win the game.
But the weather btwn the teams is pretty boiled up.
3) This is the actual story.
The Second match starts amongst such hot weather with the opposition furious and all determined to make us pay for the Umpiring lapse(If i can call it that). But due to some superbly fantastic piece of indisciplined bowling on part of some of the older members of the team and also inexpereince of the youngsters help our team to score a mammoth score of 91 in 12 overs.
We have a rollicking start in our bowling department and with wickets falling all around us, the fear of they winning the game is amost like a rat trying to scare an elephant(cudnt come up with a better analogy).Its around the 7th Over, a 5ft 10 inch guy (who wants to remain unnamed) comes on to bat with Robin bowling at fiery waqar-like pace.The batsman swings and only manages to air he ball for somebody to catch it. In his victory celebration, Robin says the mandatory F*** U(Undisclosed Sources have recently disclosed that he indeed said "Aur maar M********", and not F*** U).To this the batsman objected and thus started the clash of the day.The two ppl involved started pushing each other around. Then somebody came to stop it and pushed both of em arnd and after being separated , Robin came up with a classic dialogue straight from Bollywood and also used commonly in Zoppadpatti fght sequences -- "DARTA NAHIN MAIN TEREKO". (ROFLMAO!!!)
But eventually with the help of some senior members, the spat ended.
The day came to a uneventful close with the two players involved shaking hands to make up and Robin in his inimitable style giving his best face with a superb PLASTIC SMILE.
With this I end my testimony and would like to say to the jury my two words on the incident ,"Pata Nahin."
Other High Points of the Day - My spat with The Unnamed and getting him out twice in 2 balls(One of them being the sweet sound of timber)(also him getting me out Siddhu ishtyle , bowled off my legs, though that wasnt high point ;-)), Getting revenge from Beenish taking off his legstump, and me getting Vishal clean bowled(middle stump gone) for my maiden wicket of his (as he would suggest but i contend this vehemently)(Also will he come up with the argument that he hit me for 4 runs before the mentioned wicket.).Also would like to mention Golis and Meenals brilliant catches in the outfield.Also Ballsy brilliant bowling at the death in both the matches needs its due credit.
Would like to end this with a stolen catchline "But I am the BEST".
Boy,Was that some writing or what!!! (Bable thyair) :-)
Testimonies from other Freaks wud be appreciated.
One small quote to end it all which has nothing to do with the post --
"The better part of valour is discretion" - Shakespeare
Worth a read ...
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%%%% Life of a Desi Grad
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%%%% A Skit Presented at the Diwali Function of U of Iowa
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%%%% November 6, 1994
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%%%% Approx time : 18 mins
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%%%% (Insprired by a Sami article on RMIM)
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%%%% http://lee.cs.uiowa.edu:6600/india/diwaliSkit
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(background Jalwa music..)
....
....
Dekho Dekho .. ye hai Iowa ..
Dekho Dekho .. ye hai Iowa ..
What follows is NOT fiction.
Every single event is plagiarized from real life.
Dissimilarity to incidents in a students life is purely
coincidental and uninteneded !
Hmm ..The sequence of events you are about to witness
is about JAY, a bright, young, engg student whois on his
way to Iowa City from India.
He is excited, full of hopes and dreams about the two
years he plans to spend in Iowa City earning his masters.
So here he is on the Cedar rapids airport, his eyes
trying to grasp everything in one snapshot ..
Jay hopes what he has heard about US is really true !..
but at the top certainly there is a prime thought..
Bachana e hasino .. lo mai aa gayaa
..............................dushman
..................... hai hai ..
The ISA guy is there to receive him ..
Jay reaches Iowa City but pretty soon realizes life in US is
not really a bed of rose .. after three days he still doesnt
have an apartment, no roommates and offcourse no furniture..
bichara sleeping on carpet ..
Rahane ko ghar nahi, sone ko bistar nahi
Apana khuda hai rakhawaala ..
Ab tak usine hai paala ..
he finally gets an apartment, guess where ?? U got it ..Seville
apts
the desi-land .. finds another girl staying in opp apt ..
mere saamane waali khidaki mai,
ek chaand ka tukda rahata hai
(but the girl close the window ..)
his designs dont work out, his wierdo roommates .. Seville ..
suffocates him
Ye duniya, ye Seville mere kaamaka nahi
mere kaamaka nahi
====================================================
Jay slowly settles in his academic life, he is made TA of
an undergrad class ..
and one fine day ..
a cute girl comes up to his office seeking help
with one of her assignments, ..
yeh kaali kaali aankhe, ye gore gore gaal
........... ye hirani jaisi chaal ..
dekha jo tuze jaanam , hua hai bura haaaaaaal ..
but his love-fantasy lasts as long as the assignments ..
(initial music of song .. the girl goes to other end,
saying bye-bye..while Jay requests her to stop ..
then suddenly becomes stiff ..)
ab tere bin .. jilenge hum ..
jahar jundagi ka .. pilenge hum ..
The fall semester is over ..
Our heartbroken hero faces a lonely and depressing
winter break ..
Homesickness creeps in ..
His only solace .. the telephone .. 011-91-titi tata tititut
Jay truly believes that he's friends and family with MCI ..
he thinks he is saving megabucks when he calls India ..
But alas ! comes the phone bill and with it a monstrous figure
..
ho .. Dhaak Dhaak karane laga ..
oh .. mora jiyara darane laga ..
Angry he calls up MCI ..
mere sawaalo ka .. jawaab do ..
Life moves fast in spring and summer ..
Back to school in Fall, the campus is alive..
a surge of new students ..
fresh faces everywhere ..
Jay finds a new hope in the form of a new desi student ..
He likes her from the moment she allows him to pick her bags ..
Jay goes out of his way to help her .. u know ..
apartment - department ..
dekho jara dekho ..barsat ki lagi hai ..
tan ko bhigoye .. bundo ki ladi hai ..
mousam suhana hai .. kya aashikaana hai ..
bajane lagi hai tik-tik .. dil ki ghadi
finally he musters up enough courage to ask her for a movie..
but reply milata hai ..
girl : socha tha .. ha karadoo,
mai tera .. dil bharadoo ..
guy : phir kaahe, naa karadi
mai sabako jaa karadoo
girl : maine badal diya irada
bichaara Jay .. but he finds out why this denial ..
he realizes is fighting a loosing battle ..
Jay doesnt have a car ! a car that can take her to
grocery .. a car to pick-n-drop her from her dept ..
but all he has is a bike, and no car ..
he tries to argue his case ..
chaandi ki cycle, sone ki seat,
aao chalo darling chale double-seat
(but she leaves .. goes away ..)
dil ko dekho gaadi na dekho,
gaadi ne laakho ko luta
Jay vows to buy a car A.S.A.P ..
but then he also wants to go to India in december ..
a difficult choice ..
car or India ..?
finally after spending days haggling with travel agents,
he books tickets with 5 agents .. finally buys one ..
===============================================
after coming back from India in January,
Jay realizes time is running out if he has to
graduate by May-June ..
like a true hindustani, he works very hard day in and
day out
his day starts with thesis and end with thesis ..
aanko me tu hai, khaabo me tu hai ..
aankhe band karalo to dil me bhi tu hai ..
khaabo me tu ..saason me tu ..
he thinks the thesis is done,
but you know .. the prof thinks there's a lot left
Things like more dumb figures, extra tables ..
Jay bechara tries to argue with his advisor ..
But as they say .. when dealing with advisors ..the best policy is
..
kuchh na kaho .. kuchh bhi na kaho
kya kahana hai .. kya sunana hai ..
muzako pata hai .. tumako pata hai ..
By now ..he gets pretty sick of his thesis
Job, vagaira .. to he is not at all in mood to look for ..
he starts spending hrs and hrs in front of the computer ..
Ahuhhm .. not for his thesis anymore ..
Area of interest ? females no more !
its email ..
(background :
tere saath hai kitana pyaara
kam lagata hai, jivan saara
hame aana padega duniya me dubara
)
suddenly he realizes...,
there is no better friend than email
he starts coming late to the dept just to check his email,
hoping there's atleast one new email ..and when there is not ..
he gets pretty upset ..he logs on 6 times in 7 minutes..
intehaa ho gayi intejaar ki,
aayina kuchh khabar, mere yaar ki ..
and then
oo mere sajana lo mai aagayi
oo mere sajana lo mai aagayi ..
from email he moves on to telnet, FTP, gopher, Mosaic,
but realizes his thesis is jaise-the ..
he thinks he never going to graduate ..,
remembers those days when his family,
his neighbors looked upto him,
flashback ..
papa kahate hai bada kaam karega,
beta hamara eisa naam karega ..
magar ye to koi naa jaane,
ke meri manzil hai kaaha ..
and realizes that its rather true, he really
doesnt know what his manzil, his goal is !
he is tired of everything ..
what a life he has ..
he is like a kati patang ..
na koi dhaaga .. na koi khichanewaala ..
he starts wondering .. why the hell am I here ..??
he is sick of eating those Ramen noodles for dinner everyday ..
he misses those spicy recipes his mom used to make ..
the attention he used to get as a brilliant student back home ..
he gets pretty depressed ..
but what are friends for ..
his desi friends realize Jay's pity state pretty soon ..
jawa ho yaaro ye tumako hua kya ..
aji hamako dekho jara
ke maana abhi hai khaali haath,
na hoge sada yahi din raat,
kabhito banegi apani baat ..
aaare yaaro ..
the life goes on ..
Jay is back to his work ..
Jay finally decides to hang around for yet another semester
and graduate in december, which will give him some more
time to look for jobs ..
(background kabhito milegi
kahito milegi ..
bahaaron ki manzhil .. raahi ..
)
with his free time he gets involved in lot of
social activities, and becomes
prime target of ISA janata for all favors while people
adore him and write stories about him in "Ekta" the ISA magazine
!
(background Jalwa music ..)
so he is where the ISA guy who picked him up at Cedar Rapids was
two years ago ..
waiting at the airport for a new desi guy "Vijay"
but our "Jay" muses he is basically "Re-jay" ..
back here to relive the cycle !
dekho dekho .. ye hai Iowa ..
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
%%%% Life of a Desi Grad
%%%%
%%%%
%%%%
%%%% A Skit Presented at the Diwali Function of U of Iowa
%%%%
%%%% November 6, 1994
%%%%
%%%%
%%%%
%%%% Approx time : 18 mins
%%%%
%%%% (Insprired by a Sami article on RMIM)
%%%%
%%%%
%%%%
%%%% http://lee.cs.uiowa.edu:6600/india/diwaliSkit
%%%%
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
(background Jalwa music..)
....
....
Dekho Dekho .. ye hai Iowa ..
Dekho Dekho .. ye hai Iowa ..
What follows is NOT fiction.
Every single event is plagiarized from real life.
Dissimilarity to incidents in a students life is purely
coincidental and uninteneded !
Hmm ..The sequence of events you are about to witness
is about JAY, a bright, young, engg student whois on his
way to Iowa City from India.
He is excited, full of hopes and dreams about the two
years he plans to spend in Iowa City earning his masters.
So here he is on the Cedar rapids airport, his eyes
trying to grasp everything in one snapshot ..
Jay hopes what he has heard about US is really true !..
but at the top certainly there is a prime thought..
Bachana e hasino .. lo mai aa gayaa
..............................dushman
..................... hai hai ..
The ISA guy is there to receive him ..
Jay reaches Iowa City but pretty soon realizes life in US is
not really a bed of rose .. after three days he still doesnt
have an apartment, no roommates and offcourse no furniture..
bichara sleeping on carpet ..
Rahane ko ghar nahi, sone ko bistar nahi
Apana khuda hai rakhawaala ..
Ab tak usine hai paala ..
he finally gets an apartment, guess where ?? U got it ..Seville
apts
the desi-land .. finds another girl staying in opp apt ..
mere saamane waali khidaki mai,
ek chaand ka tukda rahata hai
(but the girl close the window ..)
his designs dont work out, his wierdo roommates .. Seville ..
suffocates him
Ye duniya, ye Seville mere kaamaka nahi
mere kaamaka nahi
====================================================
Jay slowly settles in his academic life, he is made TA of
an undergrad class ..
and one fine day ..
a cute girl comes up to his office seeking help
with one of her assignments, ..
yeh kaali kaali aankhe, ye gore gore gaal
........... ye hirani jaisi chaal ..
dekha jo tuze jaanam , hua hai bura haaaaaaal ..
but his love-fantasy lasts as long as the assignments ..
(initial music of song .. the girl goes to other end,
saying bye-bye..while Jay requests her to stop ..
then suddenly becomes stiff ..)
ab tere bin .. jilenge hum ..
jahar jundagi ka .. pilenge hum ..
The fall semester is over ..
Our heartbroken hero faces a lonely and depressing
winter break ..
Homesickness creeps in ..
His only solace .. the telephone .. 011-91-titi tata tititut
Jay truly believes that he's friends and family with MCI ..
he thinks he is saving megabucks when he calls India ..
But alas ! comes the phone bill and with it a monstrous figure
..
ho .. Dhaak Dhaak karane laga ..
oh .. mora jiyara darane laga ..
Angry he calls up MCI ..
mere sawaalo ka .. jawaab do ..
Life moves fast in spring and summer ..
Back to school in Fall, the campus is alive..
a surge of new students ..
fresh faces everywhere ..
Jay finds a new hope in the form of a new desi student ..
He likes her from the moment she allows him to pick her bags ..
Jay goes out of his way to help her .. u know ..
apartment - department ..
dekho jara dekho ..barsat ki lagi hai ..
tan ko bhigoye .. bundo ki ladi hai ..
mousam suhana hai .. kya aashikaana hai ..
bajane lagi hai tik-tik .. dil ki ghadi
finally he musters up enough courage to ask her for a movie..
but reply milata hai ..
girl : socha tha .. ha karadoo,
mai tera .. dil bharadoo ..
guy : phir kaahe, naa karadi
mai sabako jaa karadoo
girl : maine badal diya irada
bichaara Jay .. but he finds out why this denial ..
he realizes is fighting a loosing battle ..
Jay doesnt have a car ! a car that can take her to
grocery .. a car to pick-n-drop her from her dept ..
but all he has is a bike, and no car ..
he tries to argue his case ..
chaandi ki cycle, sone ki seat,
aao chalo darling chale double-seat
(but she leaves .. goes away ..)
dil ko dekho gaadi na dekho,
gaadi ne laakho ko luta
Jay vows to buy a car A.S.A.P ..
but then he also wants to go to India in december ..
a difficult choice ..
car or India ..?
finally after spending days haggling with travel agents,
he books tickets with 5 agents .. finally buys one ..
===============================================
after coming back from India in January,
Jay realizes time is running out if he has to
graduate by May-June ..
like a true hindustani, he works very hard day in and
day out
his day starts with thesis and end with thesis ..
aanko me tu hai, khaabo me tu hai ..
aankhe band karalo to dil me bhi tu hai ..
khaabo me tu ..saason me tu ..
he thinks the thesis is done,
but you know .. the prof thinks there's a lot left
Things like more dumb figures, extra tables ..
Jay bechara tries to argue with his advisor ..
But as they say .. when dealing with advisors ..the best policy is
..
kuchh na kaho .. kuchh bhi na kaho
kya kahana hai .. kya sunana hai ..
muzako pata hai .. tumako pata hai ..
By now ..he gets pretty sick of his thesis
Job, vagaira .. to he is not at all in mood to look for ..
he starts spending hrs and hrs in front of the computer ..
Ahuhhm .. not for his thesis anymore ..
Area of interest ? females no more !
its email ..
(background :
tere saath hai kitana pyaara
kam lagata hai, jivan saara
hame aana padega duniya me dubara
)
suddenly he realizes...,
there is no better friend than email
he starts coming late to the dept just to check his email,
hoping there's atleast one new email ..and when there is not ..
he gets pretty upset ..he logs on 6 times in 7 minutes..
intehaa ho gayi intejaar ki,
aayina kuchh khabar, mere yaar ki ..
and then
oo mere sajana lo mai aagayi
oo mere sajana lo mai aagayi ..
from email he moves on to telnet, FTP, gopher, Mosaic,
but realizes his thesis is jaise-the ..
he thinks he never going to graduate ..,
remembers those days when his family,
his neighbors looked upto him,
flashback ..
papa kahate hai bada kaam karega,
beta hamara eisa naam karega ..
magar ye to koi naa jaane,
ke meri manzil hai kaaha ..
and realizes that its rather true, he really
doesnt know what his manzil, his goal is !
he is tired of everything ..
what a life he has ..
he is like a kati patang ..
na koi dhaaga .. na koi khichanewaala ..
he starts wondering .. why the hell am I here ..??
he is sick of eating those Ramen noodles for dinner everyday ..
he misses those spicy recipes his mom used to make ..
the attention he used to get as a brilliant student back home ..
he gets pretty depressed ..
but what are friends for ..
his desi friends realize Jay's pity state pretty soon ..
jawa ho yaaro ye tumako hua kya ..
aji hamako dekho jara
ke maana abhi hai khaali haath,
na hoge sada yahi din raat,
kabhito banegi apani baat ..
aaare yaaro ..
the life goes on ..
Jay is back to his work ..
Jay finally decides to hang around for yet another semester
and graduate in december, which will give him some more
time to look for jobs ..
(background kabhito milegi
kahito milegi ..
bahaaron ki manzhil .. raahi ..
)
with his free time he gets involved in lot of
social activities, and becomes
prime target of ISA janata for all favors while people
adore him and write stories about him in "Ekta" the ISA magazine
!
(background Jalwa music ..)
so he is where the ISA guy who picked him up at Cedar Rapids was
two years ago ..
waiting at the airport for a new desi guy "Vijay"
but our "Jay" muses he is basically "Re-jay" ..
back here to relive the cycle !
dekho dekho .. ye hai Iowa ..
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Nice joke thyair...ROFLMAO!!
Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher
picked him to answer a question.
"Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with
your gun, how many would be left?"
"None.", replied Johnny "cause the rest would fly away."
"Well, the answer is four," said the teacher. "But I like the way you are
thinking."
Little Johnny said, "I have a question for you now.
If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one licking her
cone, the second biting her cone, and the third sucking the cone, which one
is married?"
"Well," said the teacher nervously, "I guess the one sucking the cone?"
"No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger, but
I like the way you are thinking."
Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher
picked him to answer a question.
"Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with
your gun, how many would be left?"
"None.", replied Johnny "cause the rest would fly away."
"Well, the answer is four," said the teacher. "But I like the way you are
thinking."
Little Johnny said, "I have a question for you now.
If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one licking her
cone, the second biting her cone, and the third sucking the cone, which one
is married?"
"Well," said the teacher nervously, "I guess the one sucking the cone?"
"No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger, but
I like the way you are thinking."
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