We all see and think of terrorists as mentally deranged people mostly belonging to Islamic community and harbingers of death and so on but in reality they are humanitarians, environmentalists and so on but their modus operandi is unconventional..still so what
Why are they humanists: they are pro lifers in the first place…they are killing a few people to conserve resources for the rest of us..u know… doesn’t it sound like robin hood but slightly modified…they are proving Darwin correct by highlighting theory of survival of the fittest
Why are they environmentalists…environmentalists always screech abt planting more trees and so on but none ever talks abt reducing the load on environ..in a way the terrorists are doing just that…as they say..a couple of AK 47 still spew out less pollution than 30 men breathing for 50 odd years..now isn’t that true…they also make this process fun by having 30 shots per magazine and randomly spewing the bullets can make it seem like a mass Russian roulette..infact they shud make this legalized for betting…it ll be a major hit..much more popular than any other game
Why are they gr8 sportsmen: sportsmen owe allegiance to a club..these guys to some organizations…sportsmen use variety of sporting goods..in a way rifles are also sporting equipments…sportsmen strive to make the best of every opportunity..seemingly the terrorists…gr8 marksmen always talk abt ratings and accuracy…hmmm terrorists also do if they make it out alive and so on…they are also as highly paid as sportsmen..only difference being they have to die for the money
Why are they gr8 actors: oh..all we need is to take one single look at ajmal kasab…need I say more
Why are they gr8 national unitists: one 26/11 and the whole nation is together…tell me one such person/group of people who can achieve this..all we have nowadays is MNS and TDP and so on who are pro-nation breakers
Why will they make the best politicians: do u think anyone ll have the guts to stand against them and voice down their policies…just take a look at how much trouble our leaders have , getting one bill passed in the parliament.. all bills will be passed unanimously
Why are they currency experts and forex guys: just the amount of counterfeit currency in the market is amazing..arent they currency experts by this
Why are they anti monopolists: the rule of fair play always says…competition shud be healthy..they are giving competition to RBI..now which rule of business does it violate..tell me
Why are they best Quality assurance guys: the amount of testing they do of our police and security forces speak volumes for itself..in fact I recommend Microsoft to hire these guys
Why are they the best secularists: they do preach religious harmony as long as everyone is Muslim..isnt it gr8..one god one religion …one man..4 wives..awsme
Why are they the best interior decorators and architects: come on who could have decorated CST in Bombay better than terrorists and that with natural blood paint
Why are they the best modern artists: they play holi with blood and no 2 blood splattering patterns are similar…isn’t that amazing
Why are they the best planners: come on 26/11 …speaks for itself…Indian govt shud make use them in 5 year planning committee..or rather every damn committee and sub committee
Why are they the equal opportunists: they give everyone equal opportunity of being killed..they infact let the bullet decide whom to kill
Why are they the world’s best gamers and have the best jobs : they are equipped with the latest hardware, have the best uniform, move around stealthily, shoot at will, they get to travel to places..sample the food..cause mayhem..now who wudnt like to be like them…we do it in our consoles..they do it in reality..shucks..and all this for no added expenses.
Why do they deserve royalty from bollywood: how many hindi movies off late have we seen on terrorism and attacks..do u think they are paid anything at all…this is unfair right..so I feel they shud be paid some part of the profit
Why are they loyalists: don’t they die for their country..tell me how many Indians would be capable of doing this
Why are they the world’s best financiers and most efficient scam artists: has any financial transaction of theirs ever been uncovered when all around the world people have been exposed for paltry 50 mill when billions have simply vanished…not only have they vanished but reappeared in the east as well
Why are they the best magicians: explain terrorists in Mumbai or india for that matter…fromp Pakistan and Bangladesh to India…I have seen people transport themselves only a few feet..these guys..many hundred miles at a time
Why are they the world’s best baby sitters: Zardari baby sitting Obama…need a better example..
Why are they THE most motivated people employed in an industry: if u have 70 odd virgins waiting for u at the end of ur job..u wud be as motivated as them..plus whatever they earn is tax free
Why are the terrorist organizations like Football clubs: they have home and away matches..they blast bombs in Pakistan and India and Europe as well..they are always in need of more money..they also talk of latest acquisitions..like RPG, grenades, rifles etc..their scoring system is a lil different but not so radically..the most number of newsmaking events..people killed is like goals for..terrorists lost is like goals against and so on
Why are terrorist orgs like MNC’s: MNC motive is to make profit, they make profit from extortion..they wan2 intimidate rivals..similar…they wan2 grow in size..exactly..the boss makes much more money..ditto..job perks..yeap..what else do u need
With all this..terrorism provides an alternative career with many perks and bonuses..multiple roles and responsibilities…career advancement opportunities and so on…lemme know if u have anymore reasons on why terrorism is good enuf
Nik
This weekend was a gonna be a lil exciting as i wanted to take the car out for a spin…not for long as i m quite a n00b right now but managing to learn as fast as possible…had an awsme weekend and here s the account..
Saturday: one of those saturdays when i got up to have breakfast freshly prepared by mom than having it after reheating in the oven..hhehehe isnt it funny…people from elsewhere in bangalore crave for home food and we crave for outside food…..anyways…after having had food by 8 30..i was free to continue my planning ..studied the paper so closely….like i was having an exam the next day..sheesh..i was just browsing thru it.i had a nice schedule all laid out in front of me…get my matte photos from gk vale..hand it to the travel agency guys for my visa..head to meet a fren at garuda and then back home for dinner….this is the n + 1th time my schedule screwed up..as usual…i was abt to exit..the gas agency guys plopped on my door front for gas cylinder delivery…what timing…i called up dad..no answer…called mom..she yelled at me asking me to be responsible…like i am not..she even dialogue marofy saying..what if u had to take care of a family types and i literally screamed…anyways the money in my pocket just said bye bye and flew out…after this i headed to g k vale
at g k vale, recovered my snaps..the photogenic me doesnt seem all that photogenic in it but whatever..recognizable as me..so shud be idne…went to the visa guys and handed everything…i had everything except money…dumb..called up mom again…she said she ll pay on her way back..so i was relieved..and decided to march forward….since i was supposed to meet Manjari at 1 pm for movie / lunch..i took a rick to garuda since it was already 12 30pm…after an uneventful ride..i was at garuda and she was gonna reach only after 10 mins..so headed to food court..bought a 20 buck can of cocacola for 50 bucks..took out a novel from my ever present bag and started reading..after finishing it i decided to look arnd and she arrived at 1 20pm and since i was in no mood for a movie we headed to hometown which housed the erstwhile Brio and now Cafe Coffee day…we sat in the open area and talked for a long while..sitting it out thru sun..some shade and when everyone was enjoying AC inside..we were having a lovely chat on lotsa things..Over a period of 3 hours, we consumed 2 coffees and a soda..hahaha..the bill 252..and no food yet…mom called me up to tell that she couldnt pay those guys and so i had to pay before 5 30 pm..and siince i had some time on my hand..i offered to walk with her till shivajinagar bus stand before taking bus….when we were walking Sri called me up to ask where i was since he was in sheshadripuram..so i told him if he cud come to basava bhavan in 10 mins time i wud be there…a mistaken turn and a frantic scout for an auto and lotsa traffic jam later..i was in basava bhavan by 5 15pm..a cool half hour late…hehe….we then proceeded to pay the visa guys and also planning the christmas bash in kudremukh amidst nature…after paying the visa guys we headed to Big bazaar where he had to take a few essentials for home…we bought a cooker lotsa food amounting to 1500…..since it was sometime we had chatted for a long time..he asked if i cud stay over at his place..and since i had nothing to do as well i said ok..at home changed into my regular track pants..and had a light dinner at home to appease mom s anger at not having food at home..we headed to his house…at his place..we chatted late into the night all the while watching 2 movies..and too much food all this after dinner at my place and his place again…hehehehe
Sunday….
got up early after having my sleep disturbed by Sri’s snoring ..not that i dont snore but atleast i cant sleep if someone snores before i do…i woke up sneezing and with red eyes..was woken up by a call from my best fren..after waking up..had a gr8 breakfast of some awsme crisp dosas served up his mom..mmmmmmm..back home at 10 30 after some badminton and arbit chatting…a heavy wonderful lunch at some satyanarayana puja by 2 pm and 4 hours sleep …thats the way i like my sunday…writng my blog now…a.way to recount my life..i feel good writng my blog cos i can look back and see how i lived my days..my thots..my attitude…all off it…
Nik
like all addictions, this had to start somewhere and i guess this is how it happened…i was bored of using orkut for anything other than keeping track of my snaps ..after nearly 500 frens and 15000 scraps and 4 years later..some 500snaps in all…i didnt wan2 sign up for facebook or myspace cos its kind of like signing ur death warrant..it ll be like a neon sign saying visit me for: just like that followed by meeting interesting people…to the extent it is used as reference for matrimonial proposals..hehehe..but i wanted to keep track of what my frens were talking abt and so on..and that is when i signed up for twitter…this nice lil micro blogging site
i logged in to twitter using my yahoo id…and i started using the twitter original home page..i couldnt use it much and i felt it a drag to use..that is when i started using this app twitterfox and twitterbar..and also wordpress started this nice lil widget that wud display my tweets on blog home page and somehow i still felt this feature was incomplete and i needed something extra as i still had to manually inform people that i had writtena blog post types….hheheethen i moved on to echofon..which is nice and easy to use..couple it with wordpress which sends a tweet with the blog post title and link to it…awsme combo…what i like abt twitter is limited chars to msg exactly like our sms..with all facilities of sms..keeping track of things..following others..just plain awsme. lemme know if u r addcited to something like this something like this as well
Nik
One of the things i do in office is go blog and article hunting and that s when i came across this article on Multi tasking in humans and how is it detrimental and stuff….so before i post the link..here s my take on stuff regarding it
sheesh..even before i can start writng the blog post, i realise i m listening to music..so also am i chatting with frens on gtalk and using my mobile..all the while munching on snacks and gulping down Tang..am i a prime example of the ill effects of multi tasking…i rest my case..anyways here s the link for ur reference
i have read probably innumerable novels over a period of more than a decade…i am a voracious reader since my childhood and every institution i joined i used to gobble the library books..sometimes even pledging my ID card for more books…i am trying to generalize detective novels bcos i end up reading only these off late…so here goes one of my long standing attempts to write about these genres
1. the detective is mostly always a female cop and a mean bitch at that…and as a corollary the killer / convict is usually a male…how typical..this is the case in 99pc of the novels
2. Most plots are regarding serial killings..rarely have i come across a novel with a single kill plot…they make the US of A filled with serial killer and profilers obsessed with apprehending these guys
3. the serial killer eventually gets obsessed with killing the cop …even worse
4. the detective almost always has a female sidekick and a male bodyguard..both maybe there or sometimes one of them
5. the detective begins to figure out the killers identity somewhere close to 60 – 70 pc of novels completion and rest is all abt apprehending
6. no matter how intelligent the criminal…even with 30 years of experience..he makes mistakes..that too glaring ones…looks like practice never makes perfect..
7. the serial killer is very obsessed with something to do with collection…like body parts or garments or something of this sort
8. the Modus Operandi of the killer never ever changes…how dumb
9. the action mostly revolves in one city…..like batman of gotham city and so on
10. the cops armed with the latest tech are outsmarted by the killer like taking candies from a baby..hmm
11. if the female cop has a male bodyguard..he s either wealthy or genius in tech or a very good shooter or sometimes all three
12. if its a male cop, then he s no less than Batman
13. The protagoniist is always drop dead handsome or gorgeous and antagonist is almost always average looking..sometimes with a very villainous looks
14. the start to end is usually 300 pages..unless the story is exceptional wherein the books ends within 200 pages.hehehe
15. there s always a happy ending with the criminal behind bars..never with a twist
let me know if u have any books which dont meet most of the afore mentioned points..Till next post
Nik
Disclaimer- this post is a no brainer but makes absolute sense only to me
i never used to think much about choices made by me atleast until a few months ago and that is when things finally started going into my head…as to what exactly is a choice and how it affects us and what abt the but if part of it…
it all started when we took our first PC cos with it came a few free movies called the multi dimensional movies..essentially this is nothing but ur regular animated movies but the difference being that with every choice u make the movie proceeds in a new direction and each time the ending is different..some happy some sad..some good some bad..thats life anyways…so coming back…i came across these again a few days back..so why am i blogging abt it now when i shud have done it a few days back itself…thats cos i felt like pouring out today
whatever
what is a choice..its not as simple as it seems..a choice is a decision to do something over the other and sticking with it…but as it may seem..many a times we make a choice and never stick with it bcos our mind is intrigued by the what iif condition..i read up a couple of articles on this what if condition of making choices and all of them invariably point out that..as we perceive that when we make a choice and stick to it(since we have made it and cant be undone)..there might be parallel universes in which some other instance of the same person might be taking the choice that we have discarded in this universe or rather this instance of this universe or as we should be saying this universe of the multiverse…multi dimensional universe…our mind is intrigued by this fact abt knowing what the other instances might have done or as we think what wud have happened if i had chosen X over Y and so on..now this part i have not been able to comprehend bcos even i have not been able to detach myself from this kinda scenario to understand them…tho i wish i cud..we can all be content saying for evry choice we made our realistic dimension has proceeded this way..our illusional multiverse would have proceeded in other ways..i so wish we cud switch our realistic universe instance to any of the other instances of the multiverse..which ever we feel wud have been gr8 for us….wudnt that have been fun…
anyways this expt has already been carried out in indian cinema in which the protagonist is Kamal Hassan and goes by the name Shyam…i dont remember the movies name but i somehow remember the plot cos i watched it thrice…the plot is such..the director shows what wud has happened when shyam made this decision and what wud have happened if he made the other one and so on..till the end and this choice making scenes are shown some 4 times or so…to my amusement..in some cinema theatre..people were heard commenting such..the movie was good but why did the director name both characters as Shyam….keep wondering..i mgiht come up with a much more detailed post..
Nik
I had a training in BTP..which stands for Baghmane Tech Park and i had it from 10 to 1 and i had made royal plans to scoot home from there…hehehe nice idea u wud say..and here s what happened…
since it was in BTP and bro also works there i thot i cud hitch a ride with him and declined taking a cab…only to find out that he works from 2 to 10pm and the training is from 10 to 1 pm..oops…after bribing sri a bit i finally got him to pick me up and drop me at 10 am to my office…now all s well that ends in the well…never..dont even think so…my life s never normal u know…i went to my office by 10 am only to find out that the training was cancelled..now came the ponderous question as to what to do…i had this nice little idea of going home but since it was way too early i decided to ask my TL…who was at the dentist’s and suggested that i call up the projtact manager..whom i called up and told that i ll be office by 1 pm…who agreed for it..RD was suppossed to drop me back from BTP to my own….so deciding that nothing cud be done and nothing was there to be done..i bugged RD for couple of hours with discussions ranging from religions to atheism to agnosticism and blah blah…of course it didnt end at WW2 as usually wud…
after catching up with a sandwich at 11 am, RD and me at 12 30 decided that it was time we showed our nasty lil face to office as wel..we took off on RD’s CT100..( i m not sure its his..supposedly so as he says)..we decided to take a shortcut thru Michael palya…dont laugh..there s an area called michael palya..who knows u might have cycle palya as well someday..so this area has narrow roads and narrow drains as well…we were behind a TATA Sumo and since we are not laggards we decided to overtake it from the right and when we did…bang..an auto came in front of us..so we had to swerve to the right to avoid it..and end up riding the bike over a huge stone…the rear wheel went and hit the mud guard and it started making cranky noises..fearing the worst…i told him to take it to the mechanic…and me decided to get on to Old Madras Road..i didnt know the direction so i took a bus and said Marathalli bridge and got down at the stop…and at Marathalli bridge i went to the opposite side and took a bus to hebbal…only to realise that guy went thru the same way i had taken the first bus..Promptly frustrated…i somehow managed to reach near office by 2 pm..since i had no 20 bucks change to pay for the Auto..i had to traverse the 1.5 kms to my office on foot…my foot..aaarghhhh
Once in office, i plonked down on my chair and took some rest..well deserved i thot..enjoyed the AC and did work for a while..then back to killing time with a major purpose..hehehe..Showed up in the bus and home at 8pm…now why was the day awsme….i cud catch up with RD abusing him royally for quite some time and his bike..muahahaha..kidding..today for once i felt a lot happier than last few days..till next post
Nik
this was one day which vacillated between awsme and terrible in the 2 sessions–morning session being good..afternoon being horrible..read on..u ll see what i meant
i started off my day very cheerfully..i wanted to just be happy 2de…nothing else..i mean nothing much wrong u know…i got into the bus at the correct time and delivered at office as usual…after having a good breakfast with Ram..i got back to work…we had a practice level meeting scheduled at 10 30 am today..as usual i m not a keen fan of meetings of any kind..much less of these kind…i read up on some stuff i was planning to catch upon anyways…soon it was time to attend the meeting and so i headed off to the meeting along with my frens…in the meeting the usual updates abt new projects and wins and whats in the foreseeable future and so on and so forth..after the customary talk and Q & A session came the time to hand out appreciation from the company side in form of certificates recognising their contributions to the company..i was given an award for excellence in delivery and initiatives…called the Diamond in the rough..hehehe funny name but ok..i was elated and feeling good..so we decided to go out for lunch…treat on my behalf..had a gr8 time during lunch which is when the downside began..i got a call form my onsite lead askign how and why i got the award and anyone nominated me…whats the criteria and so on..i was shocked for a second cos without even saying any good words..all he launched was into talking abt stuff..demeaning my effort and rather asking why i got it…this was bad..i went kinda slight depression…
i came back to my cubilcle after having veg biryani and ice creams during lunch..and got back to my usual time killing stuff…reading doing stuff..nothign productive tho…there was a project obverview sort of session and we decided to pop in..as soon as i entered..one more fellow asked why i deserved it..he himself had won one such earlier with me and he had the audacity to ask me as well…i wanted to ask him in a very crude way but since everyone was there i retorted saying..i deserved it and need not justify it…all said and done..could not stay for long and walked out of the session after an hour in it when the session was in progress…did some work i was assigned as fast as possible and went to the cafeteria to spend some time away from thinking abt what all had happened in the day…soon it was time to leave..to home..on the way back i got down abt 2 kms before my stop..called up frens so that i cud feel better and got home..writing all this made me feel a lot better…Highlight of the day is i got an award and i completed 100 posts..Till next post..
Nik
this is my 100th blog post…yes century,..the big one double O ..all excited about something this time..i never thot i ll be writing this many tho..hehehe….i m just plain happy to be writing this…
i ll be writing more stuff on whats happening after posting this..till next post..
Nik
i got this in a mail..but i felt this is very true abt our childhoods..so tho its not original content i m posting..i wud like to write something like this
Gone are the days…
When The school reopened in June, and we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot, and got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarke’s tables and advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the Classrooms drenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table, was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, and Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played “kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun, While others simply played “book cricket” in the confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies, of competitions but seldom jealousy.
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, in the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 3:45 to “Conquer” window seats in our School bus.
While few others had “Big Fun”, “peppermint” , “kulfi”, ” milk ice !” and “sharbat !” at 4′O Clock.
Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day, and the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, and the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience , all this and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don’t have time to say a Hi. Now we only talk about Spec.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with Laptop.
Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn’t work.
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms…..
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job.
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts..
Now we have the ATMs credit card but with an empty heart.
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.
Now we don’t shout even at home.
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all… like the one I’m doing now….
Gone are the days..But not the memories, which will
be lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and ever and ever and Ever …..
NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE, DON’T FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS.
till next post
Nik
