Author: manuscrypts

  • I am What IM?

    Maybe, just maybe, the virtual world can be divided into two depending on the kind of IM it indulges more in..One , of course, is Instant Messaging, and the other is Intellectual Masturbation..

    until next time, what is your Identity Makeup?

  • In reality

    Pooja Bedi got up from the couch and tried to dance, but the man in black and his two co-judges didnt fancy it, and in the end it was another case of ‘Jassi jaisi koi nahi’..
    Some sales guy in BPL, Mumbai landed up with a bonus because a particular couple decided to buy 200 SIMs and tried rigging their chances. of course now they are dancing to the tune of the Mumbai police…
    In case you have no clue of what i am talking about, you, my friend, are out of touch with reality,shows that is, because i’ve been referring to the two desi versions of ‘Dance with the Stars’..
    For a whole lot of TV stars and celebrity chefs and bollywood directors, the last few days have been a dance..and after the chronicles of one abhijeet sawant, life’s been a song even for some kids..and the latest one, which started off last weekend is one thats featuring Arshad Warsi for the desi version of Big Brother… 13 celebrities under one roof for 3 months, with no outside communication – har daily soap ka baap, so says apna circit and all their movements are going to be followed by closed circuit cameras..bole toh, privacy ki to vaat lag gayi, mamu!! the part thats most interesting is that this blog’s favorite celebrity is going to be one of the participants – the one, the only, Rakhi Sawant.. if she can create a controversy out of an ordinary birthday party, imagine the havoc she can cause, when she knows the public is watching..just imagine the possibilities :))
    and going by the SIM card fiasco, i wonder whether the line between real life and reel life is getting even more blurred.. and maybe its not just for the celebrities, but the ordinary folk – and again, not just those who take part in it, but the ones who watch it…
    until next time, surreal..

  • Bratocracy

    The last week saw Bangalore witness the social unveiling of two potential prodigal sons – one, the son of a fashion designer/ page 3 fixture and the other, the son of the chief minister and the grandson of a former prime minister/ current state kingmaker/ humble farmer.
    Adam Bidappa, son of designer and page 3-proclaimed fashion guru Prasad Bidappa- decided to expound four letter wisdom to cops who were trying to enforce the 11.30 deadline. the policemen, who, in the best of times are not great conversationalists, waited for Adam to get physical and then decided to let their lathis do the talking, and shut up Adam, verbally and physically… Like father, like son, would be a fair thing to say, since the dope on Prasad is that he had been shaken up a bit when he was in Dubai last, for possession of well, dope…. adam’s famous last words- do you know who i am?
    Nikhil Gowda, son of chief minister Kumaraswamy and grandson of former Prime Minister and self proclaimed humble farmer Deve Gowda (made famous by photos of him sleeping on the dais), landed in a sports car and created a scuffle in a local hotel, and later claimed that he was beaten up by the hotel staff.. the government machinery is (for once) working in top class speed to make sure the case is hushed up.. the famous last words were “Do you know who my father is ?” (though i wonder why there wasnt a auto retort for that from the hotel guys who were mallus – if you dont know, how are we supposed to know?)…
    and so, in the world’s largest democracy, in a city whose worth is being built by an IT meritocracy,a new setup is being made – bratocracy…

    until next time, a class apart..

  • Vox Flopuli

    They say cricket is bigger than movies as far as entertainment goes… and a combination of both would be double the fun… so it shouldnt really be a surprise when it became difficult to choose which was more entertaining… the match itself or the panel of extra innings – mandira “i cant talk but i can shock” bedi, navjyot “oh i can talk” sidhu, geoffrey “i can talk if that idiot sidhu shuts up” boycott et al… and if those caricatures werent enough, we had celebrities dropping in – Abhishek “dads shadow is a cool place to hang out” Bachchan, Aishwarya “i am about to be AB too” Rai, to promote Doom Too…
    But sadly, if you were the kind who were betting on India (in a purely non scam sort of way) it would have been a sad day yesterday… for now, the blue billion can turn green when someone else tales the trophy… in the end none of the hoohaa could do it.. and yet again we end up saying “Who? Ha! India, Yeah Yeah India”… for, barring a betting spree, not even a billion people can swing matches if the 11 men dont decide to think, bat, bowl and field…
    until next time, feeling blue?

  • The grand sale

    Girish called me earlier this week. In a very practised spiel, he told me what good a demat account would do to my life and finances.. and in a very practised way, i said thanks but no thanks..On an average i get around 3 calls a week giving me stories about lifetime free credit cards, holiday packages, insurance etc.. yes, i am kind of a loser, because i think thats way below the average number of calls one gets.. of course, i am a notch above an ex colleague who used to have extended conversations on various subjects with the pizza call center people… 🙂
    The latest mall in the city is the traffic signal.. there they try to sell me goggles, handsfree kits, CDs, magazines and newspapers, wallets, no, apartments i think are still a little way off..And yes, how could i forget!! the traffic signals also house those who try to sell me their deformities, and in the process, perhaps my guilt.. the guilt of having been born with all limbs intact, the guilt of having a house to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear…
    a few years back, i used to be a sales guy, selling broadband… even these days, i become a sales guy occasionally, when i am attending an interview.. i am selling my skillset and trying to negotiate the best deal possible for myself…and thats what i have realised, at the end of the day, its one big marketplace, we are all selling something, sometimes to others, sometimes to ourselves…

    until next time, for everything, theres a price to pay…