FACT: - Abdominal guard was first used in cricket in the year 1874. Helmet was first used in cricket in the year 1974.
IMPLICATION: - It took men 100 years to realize that they need to protect their heads as well.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
something to seriously think about!!!!!!
In the parliamentary session on the Mumbai terror attacks, out of a number of speeches made the best was that by young M.P Rahul Gandhi. I would like to mention a few things from his speech that I really liked.
1. We need to start valuing individual life. When we start doing that then firstly, we must take steps to ensure that each and every individual in India is secure and secondly, these attackers, whoever they are need to understand very clearly that there is a cost attached with each individual life they take that they inevitably will have to pay if they continue with such ghastly attacks.
2. The structure of our security agencies is hierarchal. The people at the ground level, who actually have to counter such unfortunate situations, have little power vested in him. We need to realize that this is a country where a police sub inspector has the courage to jump in front of a blazing AK-47 and grab it with his bare hands but does not have the appropriate equipments to do so without having to lay down his life in the process.
3. In Indian political system a lot of people take pride in interfering with the working of the police by interfering in their promotions, transfers etc. we need to stop doing that and respect the fact that there is a fundamental organization capable enough to handle such matters.
4. The people who attacked Mumbai came with a single motive of hurting anyone who was an Indian. They did not attack the Hindus, the Muslims or the Christians; they did not attack the rich or the poor; they did not attack the upper caste or the lower caste; if you were an Indian and you were in Mumbai they wanted to kill you. So, we need to understand that as the enemy sees us as one, we need to act as one. We need to stand united in this war against terror.
BRAVO mister Rahul Gandhi!!!!!! You just hit the nail on the head.
1. We need to start valuing individual life. When we start doing that then firstly, we must take steps to ensure that each and every individual in India is secure and secondly, these attackers, whoever they are need to understand very clearly that there is a cost attached with each individual life they take that they inevitably will have to pay if they continue with such ghastly attacks.
2. The structure of our security agencies is hierarchal. The people at the ground level, who actually have to counter such unfortunate situations, have little power vested in him. We need to realize that this is a country where a police sub inspector has the courage to jump in front of a blazing AK-47 and grab it with his bare hands but does not have the appropriate equipments to do so without having to lay down his life in the process.
3. In Indian political system a lot of people take pride in interfering with the working of the police by interfering in their promotions, transfers etc. we need to stop doing that and respect the fact that there is a fundamental organization capable enough to handle such matters.
4. The people who attacked Mumbai came with a single motive of hurting anyone who was an Indian. They did not attack the Hindus, the Muslims or the Christians; they did not attack the rich or the poor; they did not attack the upper caste or the lower caste; if you were an Indian and you were in Mumbai they wanted to kill you. So, we need to understand that as the enemy sees us as one, we need to act as one. We need to stand united in this war against terror.
BRAVO mister Rahul Gandhi!!!!!! You just hit the nail on the head.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
may peace be upon them!!!!!
I am in pain; deeply saddened by the loss the nation has suffered from the recent attempt made to sabotage the peace of our land. It’s a suffocating mist of helplessness that now surrounds me. The glory of nations finance capital has once again been tainted, the spirit of India has once again been challenged, hundreds of families have been shattered and there in nothing I can do about it. Why? Because we are a tolerant nation. When a person slaps me on one cheek I present the other to him. So, when a terrorist attacks Mumbai, I should provide him free access into New Delhi.
‘KI FARAK PAINDA HAI JI!!!!!(What difference does it makes)’. We are a population of over 100 carore, if 150 of die once every year in a terror attack then ‘ki farak painda hai’ or worse ‘ussi ki kar sakde haan’ ( what can we do about it!!!!!) as I said, i am helpless and all helpless can do is pray.
So I pray, I pray to the almighty that may peace be upon those who suffer from these attacks and justice be upon those who deserve no prayers. MAY SANITY AND HUMANITY PREVAIL!! Amen!!!
‘KI FARAK PAINDA HAI JI!!!!!(What difference does it makes)’. We are a population of over 100 carore, if 150 of die once every year in a terror attack then ‘ki farak painda hai’ or worse ‘ussi ki kar sakde haan’ ( what can we do about it!!!!!) as I said, i am helpless and all helpless can do is pray.
So I pray, I pray to the almighty that may peace be upon those who suffer from these attacks and justice be upon those who deserve no prayers. MAY SANITY AND HUMANITY PREVAIL!! Amen!!!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
FINALLY!!!!!!
I have been trying real hard to avoid writing about love in my blogs but FINALLY I feel the compulsion to touch the topic. What is one thing about being in love that stands above everything else? That’s the question I have been giving a lot of thought to and after having talked a lot of people, none of whom by the way gave me the answer I was looking for, I have dug deep into my conscience and come up with an answer that seems most appropriate to me. Please tell me if you agree with it or not.
A lot of people I talked to said that the best thing about love is that it makes you happy; it makes you look at the bright side of everything wrong that has been happening to you. Also, there were some who said that the best thing love was that it keeps you busy. But none seem appropriate.
Having been in and around love I too want to have a say on it and in my opinion, the best thing about being in love is that ‘IT MAKES YOU WANNA BE BETTER’. It makes you want to constantly improve and be better than you already are.
I hope you agree with me on that.
A lot of people I talked to said that the best thing about love is that it makes you happy; it makes you look at the bright side of everything wrong that has been happening to you. Also, there were some who said that the best thing love was that it keeps you busy. But none seem appropriate.
Having been in and around love I too want to have a say on it and in my opinion, the best thing about being in love is that ‘IT MAKES YOU WANNA BE BETTER’. It makes you want to constantly improve and be better than you already are.
I hope you agree with me on that.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
NAAAMMMEE NAHI SUNE SAAR
Often out of affection, the workers at my college mess ask me “SAAR, aap ka ghar kahan padta hai SAAR” (where is your home sir) and I reply to it saying “Himachal main” in the most obvious manner. The reaction I always get is “naaammee nahi sune hain SAAR” (never even heard the name of it sir). Well of course they are people who are illiterate and have never traveled beyond 50KM diameter of their villages, so quite frankly everyone who comes here is an alien for them with their varying ethnicity, but with me it’s like rest of the students are just creatures of a different planet, I belong to a completely different galaxy.
Most of them are humble enough to acknowledge their ignorance and ask me “yeh kahan padta hai SAAR” but a lot of them try to figure the location of my state as relative the farthest they have heard of like Delhi, Rajasthan etc. I normally end the discussion by saying “yeh pahadon main padta hai” (my home’s in the mountains).
Well I don’t know if they have ever been to the mountains either but one thing for sure, in some weird way, it makes me someone special for them and I get excellent service in the mess all the time.
Most of them are humble enough to acknowledge their ignorance and ask me “yeh kahan padta hai SAAR” but a lot of them try to figure the location of my state as relative the farthest they have heard of like Delhi, Rajasthan etc. I normally end the discussion by saying “yeh pahadon main padta hai” (my home’s in the mountains).
Well I don’t know if they have ever been to the mountains either but one thing for sure, in some weird way, it makes me someone special for them and I get excellent service in the mess all the time.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
ghost story
It was the first year of my graduation here at ISMU. We were provided accommodation in the OPAL hostel. It was there that I had the most terrifying, spine chilling experience of my life-an encounter with a ghost.
It was January. The winter was at its decline but still the nights were chilly enough to keep all kinds of insects and creatures from crooning in the silence. It was one such particularly quiet night.
At around 1 in the night I felt the urgency to pee so I walked out of my room towards the common toilet of out wing. There were two urinals in the toilet of our wing of which on e had been smashed by one of my batch mates (of course he was drunk when he did it!!!) so; often we had to wait in lines to relieve ourselves of the burden. Now the urinal side of our toilets didn’t have any light and only two of the four bulbs on the bathroom side used to work that gave the urinals enough light to identify objects but not enough to distinguish between them.
I was looking down and humming a song on my way to the bathroom. As I approached the entrance to the bathroom I felt like someone was walking in front of me at some distance. I didn’t look up; well anyway can feel like peeing at 1 in a hostel. So, I followed him to the only urinal of our wing and stood behind him waiting for my turn. After a few seconds passed I looked up and there was no one there. My heart started picking up pace but still managing sanity I didn’t leave the place as I thought maybe light was creating some shadows or it was just an hallucination; plus I really had to pee. So, I stepped forward to relieve myself when I felt that the same shadow was standing right behind me at the same distance as it was in front of me and looking directly at me.
Chill ran down my spine and I froze for a moment before running my ass off towards my room. And as I was doing so I felt that the shadow chased me to the entrance of the bathroom keeping the same distance to me as it had while walking in front of me and while standing behind me. On reaching my room I was all sweaty.
It took me sometime to get over this experience and talk about it to my friends and to my astonishment two more of my friends confirmed having similar experiences on or around that urinal.
I recently found out that an electrician had died on the spot in that very toilet on receiving an electric shock while doing some repair work.
Remembering the incident still gives me goose bumps. I sincerely pray to god that whoever wanders there may find peace.
P.S: - IT’S ALL TRUE.
It was January. The winter was at its decline but still the nights were chilly enough to keep all kinds of insects and creatures from crooning in the silence. It was one such particularly quiet night.
At around 1 in the night I felt the urgency to pee so I walked out of my room towards the common toilet of out wing. There were two urinals in the toilet of our wing of which on e had been smashed by one of my batch mates (of course he was drunk when he did it!!!) so; often we had to wait in lines to relieve ourselves of the burden. Now the urinal side of our toilets didn’t have any light and only two of the four bulbs on the bathroom side used to work that gave the urinals enough light to identify objects but not enough to distinguish between them.
I was looking down and humming a song on my way to the bathroom. As I approached the entrance to the bathroom I felt like someone was walking in front of me at some distance. I didn’t look up; well anyway can feel like peeing at 1 in a hostel. So, I followed him to the only urinal of our wing and stood behind him waiting for my turn. After a few seconds passed I looked up and there was no one there. My heart started picking up pace but still managing sanity I didn’t leave the place as I thought maybe light was creating some shadows or it was just an hallucination; plus I really had to pee. So, I stepped forward to relieve myself when I felt that the same shadow was standing right behind me at the same distance as it was in front of me and looking directly at me.
Chill ran down my spine and I froze for a moment before running my ass off towards my room. And as I was doing so I felt that the shadow chased me to the entrance of the bathroom keeping the same distance to me as it had while walking in front of me and while standing behind me. On reaching my room I was all sweaty.
It took me sometime to get over this experience and talk about it to my friends and to my astonishment two more of my friends confirmed having similar experiences on or around that urinal.
I recently found out that an electrician had died on the spot in that very toilet on receiving an electric shock while doing some repair work.
Remembering the incident still gives me goose bumps. I sincerely pray to god that whoever wanders there may find peace.
P.S: - IT’S ALL TRUE.
Friday, October 3, 2008
How to read women?
I saw a great movie today. It’s called “as good as it gets”. The whole movie was very entertaining but there was one scene that was particularly extraordinary and I would like to try and reproduce it for all those who haven’t seen the movie (go watch the movie by the way, its really awesome!!!!).
There’s this guy in the movie called Melvin Udall who plays a writer suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder. So, one day he walks up to his publisher’s house to ask for a favor and on his way back the receptionist interrupts him and this is the conversation they have:
Receptionist: “I can’t resist. You usually move through here so quickly and I have so many questions I want to ask you (flashes a big smile). You have no idea what your work means to me.”
Melvin: “what does it mean to you?”
Receptionist: (touches her forehead and heart and says) “Like there’s someone out there who knows what it’s like to be in here.”
Melvin: (is disgusted) “ oh my god its like a nightmare”
Receptionist: “oh come on just a couple of questions. How hard is that.”
Melvin turns to face her as she approaches him.
Receptionist: “HOW DO YOU READ WOMEN SO WELL?”
Melvin: “I THINK OF A MAN AND I TAKE AWAY REASON AND ACCOUNTABILITY.”
You got something to say about that?
P.S:- playing critic to movies would formulate a good number of my future blogs. So do pay attention for good reviews!!!
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
From bhaiya to "SAAR"
There’s a small time south Indian point just outside the gate of my college where I often go in my exam days to ease the frustration caused during the 2 hours of scrutinizing sessions we have to face at regular intervals in our semester. The place is not exactly awesome but is good enough to be termed as “a decent change” from the meals we are served in our mess. As in the case of most such establishment’s the India
Today after my exam, which was boring by the way, I went there to have a cup of coffee. As soon as I was seated one of the waiters swiftly approached me and said “SAAAR!!!!! kya lenge SAAR ” and as I sat there a though crossed my mind which has prompted me to write this blog.
Few years ago had I gone to any such place, the waiter would have promptly asked me “kya lenge BHAIYA?” It has been in these past few years only that this “SAAR ” has crept beyond the domains of sparkling offices and corporate Indians and onto tip of almost everyone’s tongue (even my dad called me sir the other day!!!!!). Nowadays, everywhere I go more often than not, I am acknowledged with sir or sirji only.
On a lighter note it’s been a while since Indian women are being referred to as MADAM, it’s nice to see that Indian men are fast catching up, but this SAAR signifies something more.
As far as I am concerned, I have done nothing different in the past few years to command such titles. This consistent referral to “SAAR ” is a part of a broader change being witnessed by our society.
Maybe it signifies the emergence of a new class of Indians, quite similar to the babus. Indians who are confident, Indians who dress up smartly and command respect.
Or maybe we just picked up another fancy word out of the British vocabulary, messed it up (“SAAAAR!!!!!”), made a fashion out of it and now just can’t get rid of it.
Whatever it is I am sure that the rate with which the trend is catching up, I am sure that in no time I would proudly be able to say “
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
a quiet bday
A lot of people would express their surprise on seeing me express myself on the web, so i must answer them with my first blog.
14 September i.e 8 days ago, it was my b'day, the day considered to the most special day in one's calender and in a hostel accommodating more than 500 students, i celebrated it alone. well of course there were a few second yr students considerate enough to come and wish me and they were treated very heartily the same evening, but as compared to the average number of people i interact with everyday, that counts as alone.
this has lead to serious introspection and after a week long tussle of thoughts i have concluded that i must not comprehend with the current norms of social interaction by being personal and hence must start interaction with people over the net.
by now all must have guessed that i am a relatively young member of this virtual social setup, but it would be my endeavor to post entertaining blogs consistently.
hope the first attempt wasn't bad.
14 September i.e 8 days ago, it was my b'day, the day considered to the most special day in one's calender and in a hostel accommodating more than 500 students, i celebrated it alone. well of course there were a few second yr students considerate enough to come and wish me and they were treated very heartily the same evening, but as compared to the average number of people i interact with everyday, that counts as alone.
this has lead to serious introspection and after a week long tussle of thoughts i have concluded that i must not comprehend with the current norms of social interaction by being personal and hence must start interaction with people over the net.
by now all must have guessed that i am a relatively young member of this virtual social setup, but it would be my endeavor to post entertaining blogs consistently.
hope the first attempt wasn't bad.
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