Category: Life Ordinary

  • Tit Bits

    According to an article in Vijay Times, bangalore (yup, you got that right.. and no, the newspaper boy dropped it on a day by mistake), 58.8% of bloggers worldwide are in the age group 13-19… and 68% of bloggers are women…oh, to be a rarity 🙂
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    I loved this one, “If you always have to think out of the box, maybe there’s a problem with the box”
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    After the weekend’s incident with Mika, Rakhi Sawant has been approached by some publisher to write a book tentatively titled ‘How Rakhi Sawant got kissed, got wild….’….. Daler Mehndi, Mika’s brother, has said that this is absolutely not part of Indian culture unlike human trafficking, which of course, is one of the cornerstones around which Indian culture is built…
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    A fairly simple Google alert with the keyword ‘books’ returns such inane stuff as ‘Spice Jet books over xyz tickets in special offer’… and therefore, i hope the title of this particular post does not land me in the search results for adult sites providing graphic information and entertainment (to some), based on certain parts of the female anatomy…
    until next time, how lazy can a post be.. 🙂

  • Times Now

    Absolutely nothing to do with the channel, but the title fitted in perfectly with the contents of the post, and so…a debate (which unfortunately i wasnt a part of) about the necessity of mobiles in our life, sparked off this post…
    Somewhere in the not too distant past, there was a phenomenon called time, which was allowed to be a consideration while we decided on things… but somewhere down the line, we decided to do battle with it… the necessity of Wi Fi connections and mobile phones is extremely arguable… we belong to a generation which grew up without the above, but are living with it now.. maybe the last of the generations to grow up that way, and so, to make it arguable…
    the ones after us are the ‘now’ generation, not just in context of the time they exist in, but in the consumption habits they have.. no, not they, we, because to survive i also have to be that way… and so i want news the time it happens – i may or may not care about the people who died or suffered in the news item… i want that pizza now, doesnt matter if the guy bringing it drives so crazily that he has a fifty percent of surviving the journey to my house… i want the work done by Monday, if you have to slog your back off during the weekend, hey, whose problem is that, or rather, is there a problem?.. amazingly i get away with all of this (hey, no hate comments, the usage of ‘I’ is only figurative) :)….
    i want it now, and there are slaves who will make sure i get it now… and that perhaps is why silly things like compassion and humanity are conceptual, not realistic… and joys and sorrows exist only fleetingly, for everything is only now and never later… some great man has said that there’s a time for everything, yup, only the time is always now…
    until next time, what now?

  • Bait and watch

    He was always fascinated by tales of fearless hunters, especially the ones who laid it all on the line for a particular kill… and the ones who extended the thrill to their loved ones, and today he would join that elite, when he would use his wife as the bait, for that one spectacular kill.. ofcourse the fact that the intended prey would not be able to wound her fatally did dilute the effect, but he was still thrilled.. especially since she didnt know about it… in fact, she was quite surprised by his insistence on her spending quite a lot of time in the same spot..
    He had been hunting in the area for quite some time, and managed to kill most of its kith and kin, but it was a wily creature and had eluded him repeatedly, and was now alone, one of its kind in the expanse around… he remembered the ease with which he had single handedly annhilated the entire clan in his previous hunting ground, and felt confident…he waited patiently from dusk, for that was the time it started its day..
    she was oblivious to the drama she was part of.. it watched from far, it saw her, and then saw him, and immediately sensed the plan, the way any living being could, when its mortality was brought to the fore…but it was thrilled too, it smelt another chance of shaming him.. it approached cautiously, hovering around the area, but never too close… it saw her trying to get up, and him asking herto wait a bit… it saw him watching and acknowledged by making a closer foray than before…it would attack only when it was sure he was getting impatient and restless, and therefore careless…
    and she was the one to give it the opportunity… after hours of being in a place, she finally had enough of his reasoning and got up to leave… he was busy trying to stop her.. it sensed the opportunity and attacked… it had no intention to kill, just a bite, and his defeat … but the bite hurt her enough and she attacked, and so did he…but it was expecting the attack, and easily escaped… to fight another day…he swore in frustration…. Cox Town’s mosquitoes were indeed superior to their koramangala counterparts…
    until next time, reality bites…

  • The Super X Code

    It is time for one last stand
    Humans and mutants cant go hand in hand
    Its also time for the man of steel to land
    and demolish the bald villain’s castles in sand..


    When battles within and without make us sore
    Super heroes are what we are searching for
    Maybe we need to think about it some more
    Seems humanity is what we choose to ignore


    And if at the end of the road
    There is indeed a heavenly abode
    Would it actually lessen our worldly load
    If we managed to break the code


    until next time, rhyme is crime 🙂

  • Singh.. when you’re happy

    The Bangalore University syndicate is about to pass a resolution which will prevent boys and girls from sitting next to each other in class.. about time, i say, after all, each gender needs to have its own space… hell, no one objects when they make separate loos for guys and girls.. 🙂
    but you cant blame these poor profs.. when guys start roaming around with long hair, and girls with short hair and all of them wear the same kind of clothes, the profs need to be able to have some sort of separation to distinguish among them… no one is thinking about the poor prof, there he is, walking around the class, lecturing and sharing a joke, he slaps a student on the back, it turns out to be a girl, and the next thing he knows, he is slapped with a sexual harassment lawsuit…
    okay, okay…thats enough of slapstick.. while i admit that its not exactly the greatest move by the university, a few years back, it was definitely an unwritten practice among students to sit separately in college classes.. yeah, maybe Kerala was a bit on the conversative side of things… a lot of kids come to colleges from all boys or all girls schools and therefore it is their first chance to learn to behave and mingle with the opposite sex… and creating an official barrier in the classroom may not be a good start at all… but hey, that still leaves the rest of the college.. and i bet the profs are thinking that while it would be a good idea to have sex education in classes, having both sex and education in classes may not be a great idea…
    But the problem that could arise is that pretty soon, the entire lot of students being churned out of BU will be of a very reserved type… and that should definitely make Arjun Singh happy, he loves the reserved types…
    until next time, boys and girls, whats your say on gender blenders!!