"Adventurous" Women!!!

Many of you Delhiites, would have heard CM Sheila Dikshit's remark on women becoming adventurous and staying out late in the night. Its really painful that our society has corroded to such low levels that women find it so difficult to live a "normal" life, where they can do things and do jobs without being pestered and living in the fear of eve-teasing, rape and other such deeply traumatic experiences. Some say that this is only a thing that happens in the cities and blame it back onto the women saying that sometimes they are only asking for it by looking so "provocative". But I totally disagree on that as women in villages generally be "extra" careful by staying in homes once the sun sets. However, in city life you can't curtail the freedom of a women to pursue the life she wants to.....

It seems obvious to me by now that "Indians" are a generally "pervert"ed class. Just seeing the no. of rape accusations per day should be proof enough. I just cant seem to realize why education and general economic growth seem to be not having sufficient effect on the "dicks" of these offenders. I somehow feel compelled to blame a part of this on the media. They have to change the way they report such matters. Because, i was wondering from where do these offenders get such ideas. Its all from the society and what they witness. They realize how helpless women get and this must be influencing them to square off their waise "fucked up" life. It just cant be possible that if one was parented and schooled well one could have come up with such a concept. I am damn sure the first time I heard this word was in a newspaper and realized what it was from the media itself.

However, the government cant do too much to change the media i guess.... But it can do a lot by stricter policing. They should have a special cell for "Safety of Women" or something like that. And they should put their top guys( and women of course) into it. There should be continuous policing of all areas in the city during the night. Essentially, the top police brass should be held responsible for the failure of the policing efforts. And very importantly there has got to be a very thorough checking of the kind of police joining such a force. You definitely don't want any one with a history of drinking problems joining such a force. Strict profiling should be done and the staff should be paid well. Importantly, they should be broken into small groups - one for each neighborhood. And they should be paid a bonus based on the review of that neighborhood. So we can have something like a neighborhood watch.

If we don't take these issues seriously, India's image will definitely get tarnished. Why are we such a "fucked up" country.... there are just too many problems.... and it soo sad that i am still an integral part of its 1 billion pop. and not doing anything about it other than just giving some simple ideas for people on the top who seem to be never implementing anything... Why.... Whats the use of making money, buying houses and enjoying your life when the whole society around you is degrading..... Running away from the problem is not the soln... Being blind isn't too...

Gaming and Superpowers

Just finished an insanely addictive game - "Tradewinds Caravans 1.0". I know you must be wondering, how the hell could it be addictive, but i dunno these guys have made it sooo good that i decided to stop only when it said that the story mode was over and i could continue playing the "open road" mode. That sucks!!

But what got me surprised is how playing a game, makes me devote my attention and thinking into a single activity continuously, without really tiring me at all. There is something in these games which tingles some part of the brain that lets you maximize efficiency of our brain (and body too). This was something i saw in my buddy who used to play for over 24 hrs at a stretch.

There should be research going on how a game can somehow modify the way our brain & body works. I bet even a Yogi will find it difficult to match what certain games can do (to certain people). And do remember the yogi isn't really solving any problems (or slashing throats or giving headshots or carrying out a chain of perfect drifts or furiously applying keyboard shortcuts for his finishing moves). If scientists figure out what the secret behind all this is we would be able to switch ourselves into a "BERSERK" mode where we could keep doing (whatever we do) fultu!!!

Hoping that the insane profits made by the Gaming industry go into finding the next whacky thingy, which will ensure that no parent/teacher will say - "Gaming is just a waste of time"

The land of the Moustached Men

Welcome to my 1st post coming to the land of the "Moustached men" - Bengalaru. Its a lovely place, in terms of weather, i am speaking comparatively of course. Well the first thing u will notice reaching here is not that all men have stout moustaches, but that almost everything is written using "jalebis", as my dilli ka buddy in the PG says :-D

Slowly as time passes, you will figure out that almost every fricking guy has a solid moustache n a clean shave beard. So if there is any bengalaru gurl who doesnt dig in moustached men, she will be really desperate to go out with a non-local. So if you want to bank on that theory, you will definitely get laid here; until and unless all daughters are made to take an oath they will only get "jiggy-wiggy" with a moustached man. Well thats too much to contemplate.

After a lit bit more exploring n observing, you will definitely notice there are a hella lot of chinkis out here. I guess its the BPO industry or somthing. I also checked out this cool "Taste of Tibet" restaurant out here. Although the food is really weird its got a good crowd and the owner plays good music.

Moving on, if u got absolutely nothing to do; you will notice the "electricity line wiring" people were hired directly from "Whirlpool". Because the electricity lines are so messed up, you got to see it to believe it. They all go in twirl and knots and are managed so poorly, even in posch localities. The "jalebi" effect continues over here too.

But the most comical experiences are those when a dumbass rides a totally worthless motorcyle in full speed, without a silencer. Its definitely the most bugging thing u will ever come across in Bengalaru. And its never sm Hayabusa or smthing its always sm old good-for-nothin bike, from which the ASS-o-LE has removed the silencer and proudly presents it in full of its deafening glory.

At the end of the day, after getting really tired and exhausted. When i lie down on my bed and switch of my lights, (WARNING : No objectionable matter is going to come ahead of this) I am treated to these very meticulously placed neon stickers of stars and a crescent moon. Its definitely a pleasant sight and very soothing, at night. Its something every kid would luv 2 have in his room, including me. Only that i prefer other things 2...........

;-)

Puppy Power!!!

I really dont know why i think its a problem, but i still think its an unsolved problem.

The issue is that there are a lot of stray dogs in iit delhi and many more who have been added recently. You can see a lot of sweet-looking and adorable puppies. But my mind thinks of them only a menace. U see my heart is for them, par mere bheje mein thodi fite hai.

I guess its the background. In aamchi mumbai many of the plush localities have become critical of having stray dogs in their neighborhood and take a lot of care to sterilize & vaccinate them. And all of this is done very professionally, without the involvement of the gunda pound guyz. An i have actually seen this being done & i felt that there wasn't too much stress on the dog either.

What dazzles me is that here in delhi nobody even relates 2 this as a problem. When i spoke to the dean of stuo bdents, iit he seems te the least concerned and believes it has no importance. He said he tried to throw out the dogs out of iit but it didn't work of some dumb "Wolf Pack Theory". Its obvious that if u remove the dogs artificially, they would be replaced by others. But that isn't the right approach anywayz.

I gave a presentation for NSS on this issue and about the NGOs in Delhi who could help, but looking at the response, i understood that there was something missing in the people itself. People think that such kinda issues are not of importance. I told my frnds that the problem becomes visible later and they 2 agreed after 2 years.

Even now when i look at the cute puppies, i think that most of them aren't going to survive it in the long run as there is no one to really take care of them. Either u adopt them or ensure that there arent too much to worry about. But i guess nobody really cares a damn...

Pehle toh taggin hota kya hai???

Neways sum thingz u do 4 ur frnds 2 please them n sum thingz u do 4 ur enemies just 2 kick their ass. So i agreed that i wud do this, so here goes....

(its not as if i m embracing 4 this but just so that i can fill sum more space on this worthless post)

Eight things I’m passionate about:

• Pet Puja
  
• Rs. 10 Cadbury Dairy Milk
• Chocolate Avalanche
• Sizzling Brownies with Vanilla Icecream
• Mc. Chicken
• Zinger Burger
• Prawns n anything non-veggy

Puja time over....

Eight things I want to do before I die:

• Hv the xxxy time ;-)
• Sky-dive
• Have a lobster (my mouth waters just thinkin bout it...)
• Have cutie-pie children
• Get a dog
• Sit in / drive a car travelling in the excess of 300km/hr
• Let the unfortunate experience the joy of eating healthy n yummy food
  
• Live life

Eight things I say often:

• Koi nah
• Achha
• Chal fir
• yah
• I dont know
• Hi
• Bye
• wanna hv the xxxy time (just kiddin... i dunno wat more 2 say)

Nw the book thingy n the music thingy r hopeless thingies 4 me coz me rarely read ne books(includin acad coz me 2 smart 4 them) n music toh i listen 2 nething that goes like thump thump d thump (basically all types of trance n house)

Wait a sec u can put "thingy" 2 the previous list

So me takin nattu's suggestion....

Eight random things that you've done:

• Gone for a topless dance show with my parents (we were the audience phew... that just sounded odd 4 a sec)
• Ran down the upward escalator
• Went water-skiing
• Skipped the Microsoft Interview
• eaten buffalo tongue
• Came to Delhi 2 study (haha i cant figure out which was more random)
  
• Did a probability course
• Did this dumb stupid taggin non-sense piece of crap
  

Eight random swear words i hv reserved 4 my fav frnd Nattu:

• Bho-si-de ke
• Saale Kutte kamine
• Maa ki.....
• Chutiye
• Murder chod
• nutcase
• gud 4 nthing
• Ass-o-le

Sheesh i dunno y my keyboard has been malfunctioning but its so jolly-wolly that wat can i say it makes me so huppy :-)

N now finally now that the real reason y i wrote this post has been served, let me think of others who deserve 2 get the same privelege

Eight people I think should do this tag:

• Sid coz seriously i m sure he will take a lifetime to do the 8 things i wanna do bfore i die
• All the people who are absolutely sure they are dumbasses
• The remaining who need to be reminded that they r (so thats a hella lot of people, including u my dear reader)

Well 1 thing is sure that i dont want nattu 2 do it again coz i get a bad feelin watz goin 2 be in it ;-)

The Healing Touch

The boy was getting tired of life. He was walking in measured steps, seeing how tired his legs were. How much more could he stand it. For the last few years, the boy had left his home in search of a new life, something unique, something challenging, something special. He had till now not found anybody who would give him a job. All of them rejected him even before he was allowed to speak.

The boy walked through the old market place, with his cloth bag hung on his shoulder. It contained all his old and precious memories. He treasured it for it were the only remnants of his glorious days, days when his parents used to be proud of him, when he had a lot of friends. But now he was walking in an alien world, where nobody understood him.

He was getting so frustrated these days that his eyebrows had been constricted permanently and his forehead had wrinkles as if he were an old man on his resting bed. He kicked on a nearby stone, with no concern. He heard some voices shout at him. But the boy had developed such a hatred for the world he was the least concerned. He sat down with his hands embracing his legs, and his teeth clenched together. He was so angry, that thoughts came and gone in a flurry. He could not understand why people didn't appreciate his abilities. He bent his head on his knees. He wanted to cry, but he knew that if he did he will accept defeat.

The market was getting busy, as people hurried to complete their shopping, as by the looks of the threatening skies and the fiercely winds a storm was impending. A lightning struck and the boy was shook. He looked up, frightened. He saw a woman totally covered in a black purdah from head to toe, standing just a feet away from him. She must have been observing him for quite some time. The boy was worried why she was looking at him.

The woman bend down on her knees and held the boy's cheeks with her hands. The boy was startled at what was going on. She began to whisper some verses, which the boy couldn't understand. They sounded like Arabic. He felt the warmth of her tender hands. A touch, which he had so much wanted all his life.

She then told the boy in her heavy accent,"Allah, has a divine purpose for you. You must not give up now. Repeat this 'Inshaallah I shall serve my purpose'." The boy couldn't understand why he was being made to repeat this. But she repeated again,"Please repeat after me young boy - 'Inshaallah I shall serve my purpose'." The boy not knowing what to do stuttered,"Insha-allah I shall serve my purpose." The woman lifted her veil partly, smiled and kissed the boy's forehead.
The boy was in a trance. He closed his eyes for a moment...

He slowly opened his eyes and realized the woman had disappeared. The sky was clearing and the traders were closing shop. He lifted his bag and started walking on. His head was relaxed and rejuvenated. His youthful eyes had seen purpose...

The threesome

Well as usual this post is my usual reflection on myself. If someone too found himself in a similar situation, that is indeed interesting.

Well heres the deal. Today i had 2 adjudicate this parliamentary debate (pd). It was a iit(basically only guyz college) vs jmc(only girls college). It was a 3-on-3 debate. Not a bad debate on hindsight. Interestingly, being Woman's Day JMC won. However, i doubt how much that played on us (adjus).

The gurlz from jmc were quite hot... n in iit standards "tote" i guess thats hw they call it. I am not the leering types, but i guess that i had definitely noticed that each of them were pretty in their own way, during the debate of course.

But interestingly sorry not interestingly, freakingly i just couldn't identify that which girl spoke in which order. At the end of the debate i had absolutely no idea, as to who each of them were. I do agree that i was pre-occupied with writing what they were saying on paper, but the fact of the matter was i just couldn't differentiate them when they were more than suff things to diff. eg. there was this girl with a nose ring and i had noticed it at the start, one was almost boyish in figure (if u understand wat i mean, tho' i have no qualms with it), one had got a bruise just below her nose. But i dont know whether any of these were the same, i assume they were different. But i still i don't know which 1 spoke 1st, etc.

However, with the guyz i had no probs on the same issue. Now shut up if ur giggling 'gay gay'. I can prove u wrong on that count atleast. The problem is i perceive some ppl (gurlz esp. for me) to look the same, until there is smthing radically different in how they look. I have always preferred uniqueness over better quality, speciality over superiority, etc. etc.

But i guess the root problem may lie even deeper. I think its with my upbringing and environment. For eg. take my college IIT - its famous 4 its brains & notorious for its scarcity of girlz & absolute lack of babes.

I believe my brain has spent so much time looking at men's faces for so long, to try n remember them it takes more effort to keep the minute details required to do so. However, since it doesn't come across many women who matter much to me, it just doesnt take that much effort in remembering until n unless they are indeed absolutely unique in their own way. This kinda makes me very picky even when it comes to noticing women. My brain just filters out people who look similar to the average woman. It lets me notice only those who are significantly different on either side of the scale.

Now comes the question of whether i shud be worried of this or not???
Well if i cum across more gurlz who r both unique n "tote" then thats not a prob, but otherwise it maybe. Cause its just my brain telling me to ignore the rest. However i have always preferred personality over looks. So these shouldnt make much of a difference for me. But i really hope so...

Gulp...