Red Bus!

I was trying to board a bus(it was a red clored bus), yesterday.This bus was almost empty.It stopped right infront of me.I was about to get into the bus, when a group of people(like a swarm of bees)attacked me.I was pushed aside.People were climbing on each other like monkeys, jostling each other to get in the bus.When I, finally, made it into the bus, it was half empty.Mind less bastards, I thought!But, if we dig into this topic.As we live in a poor country, we struggle for each and everything, since we were born.We got so used to struggling in life that we are forced to forget about the result, sometimes.Even if they wouldn't have struggled, they would have got a seat!

Great Expectations!

I  always used to admire the way friends care for each other.As you enter college, you see myriad new faces and somehow only very few of them get closer. I came across groups which existed because of regionalism(which were completely fake), politics etc.I always wanted to be part of a group whether it is fake or not(which I was not able to succeed).I tried to do whatever it takes to be part of that group(whether I liked it not).What I did was fake.Whatever I talked was fake.I have become a complete faker to impress others!It took me a long time to realize that.I'm not saying I don't want to be friends with anyone.According to Gandhi, friends react on each other.It is very important to give enough personal space to your friend or any relation, so that he/she won't feel the need to fake.If we keep faking what will be our identity.I mean, others should like the way you are, whatever your character may be.If I am faking before a friend, how can he be called a friend?.This is the reason why I try to stay away from doing things in groups.One can say you can be yourself even if you are in a group,but it is really difficult(try it out).One of my friends says one has to fake to get whatever one wants and thats what I do to impress girls,I do get the intended result, John Nash kind of stuff won't work here.I disagree with him(with certain exceptions.I know it is hard to meet their Great Expectations!:P).

Ladies and a Gentleman

lady1: I hate it, when my husband calls his mother before me.He brays like a donkey, "ammee, ammee".Why can't he ask me,damn it?

lady2: My husband sleeps, nicely, till I complete all the work.The moment I complete he wakes up and asks for coffee.

lady3: Dobby(her husband) helps me in almost everything I do.

lady2: You have a loving husband.You are lucky.

lady1: yes, you are!

lady4: My husband comes and asks if he can be of any help, but what will he do.He just keeps standing there.So, I shoo him off.

lady1: We went to a restaurant along with his friend, who came along with his living partner.My husband cribs, " and mine is an arranged marriage.What an ass I am!".

lady2:Oh!living partners!Great, things are changing in India, too.

Gentleman1(thinking): WTH!I am not going to marry.I am an ardent follower of charlie Harper's principle.

lady4: No, don't think.You will get married some day, for sure.I will bet on that.

Gentleman1: blacks out!

PUKE AND LAUGH

I had to go to New Delhi few days back. I was greeted by my neighbor, whom I thought was a cheerful guy.He asked my where abouts and told his.He talked incessantly without having any mercy on me.He was going to Bhopal to attend his brother's wedding.He told me how he was forced to go for Rajdhani as air fare is around 25,000 INR from B'lore to Bhopal (in the last few days).He was telling about how he almost missed the train.I couldn't bare him anymore.His incessant talk became nauseating."A cheerful guy" impression started fading away and "an annoying guy" impression started taking shape from the former's silhouette.My feelings were almost similar to John Doe's in the David Fincher's film, seven.Lines read by somerset from his dairy(sorry!not a dairy.He scribbles some sentences whenever he feels like writing).

"On the subway today,a man came to me to start a conversation. He made small talk,

this lonely man,talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant

and accommodating,but my head began to hurt from his banality. I almost didn't

notice it had happened,but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased,

and I couldn't help laughing."

Ah!what fun it is to puke on an annoying person and laugh at him! I somehow managed to escape and climbed up to my berth(and never dared to go down).I somehow got lost in my thoughts and fell asleep.What a relief!

Lice of mass destruction II

In this article, I want to discuss about religion. First of all, imagine the society without religion.If there is no religion, there is no civilization. I mean, if a person doesn't fear god and every choice he/she makes is left to his/her discretion. Instead of helping a blind person he/she will make fun of him/her, if there is a choice between killing and forgiving, people will kill(most probably).I mean, if people fear nothing, they most probably will take the violent side and the bad side(according to a religion).Hence, the intellectuals formed certain rules (which are the religious beliefs) and a god, whom people fear and abstain from committing crimes. According to a religion, ghosts reside in the trees during night times and because of this belief people never slept under trees in the night. Scientifically, during night time trees release CO2 and its bad for our health. Some intellectual person would have noticed this (But, if you say to the mob about these bad effects they will never listen)So, they imposed it through a belief, religious or not.Similarly, basil tree. Nobody cares if you ask them to grow basil tree without any reason.So, it was imposed through religion. In a way, religion is good up to certain extent.Now that we are in the times dominated by technology, where rules and regulations are implemented by a judicial system. I would say there is no need of any staunch religious beliefs (one can preserve his/her culture that is a different thing). I mean, if a particular religion is hurting your belief with their eating habits etc, you shouldn't take it to heart and should see things in a broader way. I know this is difficult, but can be achieved. One shouldn't stereotype the whole community based his/her encounter with a group of people. This can be achieved through looking into the past. History teaches us a lot about religion. One of my friends, tells me that we fight(this is true upto certain extent) some way or the other, why not this way? The only thing we can do is, control the devil in us. Thats what religion tried to do from antediluvian times. But, it ended up in a different way thats a different thing. Pragmatically, a world without religion is out of question, to end this religious wars, one should respect other religions and beliefs. I would say, this can be done by treating others religions like neighbors kids(If a neighbor leaves his kids in your house, you will look after them more prudently than your own kids).

The Gory Gourmet

Hereafter, I will be writing some interesting articles about my forays into the difficult territory of cooking. If you have one brain cell, you would have guessed why I named it gory gourmet(if you haven't, its because I cut my fingers often and its bloody around) and I like the rhyming names like peter parker, silver surfer etc.So, the name gory gourmet!

Yesterday, I tried to make egg bhurji(sort of egg fry).First of all, I took three onions(unians not oonions).Tried to chop these into smallest pieces possible, but after cutting one onion, I began to cry(last time I cried was eeons ago, when a bloody boy took away my talking puppy toy).If my computer programming prof would have seen me at that time, he would have given an A+++.I rinsed my eyes and some how managed to cut all the three onions. Then, I poured some oil into a vessel and heated it.After some time, I put the cut onion pieces into it and fried till the onion pieces turned brown.Then, there was a difficult task of making the egg crack into exactly two halves and almost managed it by meticulously making a dent in an exact semicircle manner.Added a tea spoon of salt and chilli powder, each.Poured a cup full of water into the cooking vessel and heated it and the egg bhurji was ready in 5 minutes.Entire thing took around 20 minutes.

God willing!

I am not an ardent follower of any religion, but I noticed one interesting characteristic of old people.

One should see how the faces of old people gleam when they say "antha daivaadenam"(God Willing), which is generally said after thinking about the troubles of zillion people on the earth and the mars, if at all life exists there.This might help some times, when you are in a dire situation.Just say "God willing" and everything before you gets untangled.

e-bitch!

This is intended to people, who are going to fall for an egregious and diabolical community called e-bitch(If you have heard the name, it will definitely make sense).This a community, where you are bound to lose some money if you are not a gifted and iniquitous salesman(I am definitely not hard on them).

This community sells one cd(which teaches you some programming languages and stuff like that), some web space and some shit like that for around 8000 INR. If you market this product and make some three people join under you, you might get around 1700 INR in the starting(but they say you get a pay check of 2000 INR.Even you have to say that, when you endorse this stuff).This joining should be in particular order(two people under one leg and one person on the other.This ratio should be always maintained.Well, let us not go deep into it.It is basically intended to empty your pocket).I remember one thing whenever I think about salesman or communities like this.In the battle of kurukshetra (pandavas vs kauravas), seeing Dronacharya ravaging their armies, pandavas go to Lord Krishna asking for a solution.Lord Krishna asks yudistra to do a salesman job(drona trusts only yudistra, as he is know for his truthfulness).So, Lord Krishna asks them to name an elephant as Aswathama(son of drona) and kill it.Next day in the battlefield, yudistra shouts "Aswathama Hathaha"(Aswathama is dead) loudly and whishpers " Kunjaraha"(an elephant).As yudistra says this Drona believes it. Unable to overcome his languor, he sits in his chariot mourning.Seeing this as a opportunity, Arjuna releases his arrow and kills him (Its not the right thing to do, but got the intended result). Now, you see how salesmen are!! They highlight some good parts covering up all the drawbacks.Coming to e-bitch, it exactly does the same thing!!!You will never earn shit unless you are a gifted salesman (you know what I mean).First of all, the package, it gives is not worth buying.It doesn't have any quality and I have not seen a person, who has learnt stuff from of it. So, be careful with communities like anneway ;) etc. Even if it is alluring just restrain your self for a minute and think about positives and negatives, you will be able to figure it out yourself.

Lice of mass destruction

Whenever we stand in a queue, people often try to get past us.We should never be soft to such people, otherwise they will never change.Just shout at them and make them stand in line. Do not keep mum even if you are not getting affected( I mean if you are ahead in the queue).

Here is a quote, which is a true eye opener:
In Germany,
They came first for the Communists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.

Then they came for me
and by that time no one was left to speak up.

- by Martin Niemöller

L'ouef(A Short Story)

Ravi rammed into a pole giving his lascivious,lustful,lewd(come on more GRE words guys)look at a sexy chic on the road(of course, it is the same look which brought him luck).He suffered a big blister on his head as a consequence.But, such road bumps never hindered his passion for the art of bird watching.He mentored many of his friends in this art and helped them reach their respective goals,because of which his fame reached the shores of Atlantic ocean and people started flocking around him where ever he went.

If we go back few years, Ravi was like any other ordinary teen, gullible and naive,under the surveillance of his parents(who switch to another channel if a romantic scene comes, while watching a movie.You can't even think about a romantic scene in a daily serial, can you?). He and his friends used to hang around coffee cafe day (CCD) in his college and whenever a hot chic comes by to have corn flakes with zero sugar in it, they drooled all over the place, because of which old profs, who move like dinosaurs-slow and their front limbs contracted- lost their lives tripping over the drool.It is a completely different scenario if a couple comes by.It was quite difficult for them to look at the chic and at the same time not being noticed by her boy-friend(One has to be very careful before a boy with a girl.Even your sneeze before her might lead to a quarrel.It is a completely different art of flaunting.Will come to it later!).They eavesdropped and extracted fun out of the conversation.Ravi observed and mastered the art of how chics react to boy-friends taunts.

There they saw a guy who'd brought this average looking girl along with him. He must have have probably tried pretty hard to get this girl to allow herself to be seen in public with him.It did appear that he finally got his wish after several days/years/decades of trying. He wanted to make most of this opportunity and he was marketing our CCD. Given the desperation,he had to make the girl eat something and pay for it, he was doing a better job than dhoni who endorses amlost everything, selling each and every item in the CCD.They watched him begging her to have brownies,ice cream,dog-biscuits.. anything. The girl under normal conditions would have stuffed everything in her mouth as if she had just ended her hunger strike.But, like all girls upon seeing the sudden attention given to her,she kept saying "no..please ..no .. i am not hungry". Finally the guy said, "how about a tea". Seeing her hesitation he thought he'd struck gold and began marketing tea to the girl." My friends say tea is very good here!Have tea'na". After 1350.1 minutes of "please..Please" and " no...no".The girl finally agreed.The guy proud of his triumph gave a commanding order " gimme two tea's". Upon which the boy behind the counter calmly replied " we don't serve tea here".

Not able to control their laughter ravi and friends started laughing, each in

their own way.Ravi, almost swam in the mud.Seeing this as an opportunity,the boy-friend caught hold of ravi's collar and started whacking him(his friends ran home long back).Ravi, was about to fall on his knees and beg for his life, but when he looked up to the sun and saw a heart symbol(u know) of light above it and with it the Greek words "In hoc signo vinces"(which means "by this you shall conquer").

Etymology:

Latin ovum became oeuf in French, or with 'the' preceding the noun (the egg), l'ouef.Zero is shaped like an egg(o), so if your score in tennis or tt is "fifteen, and your opponent's is zero, you shout triumphantly, fifteen love!'.Got it!!what I meant by the title!

P.S. This article is unedited.

Why things happen to me only?

I hear people saying the aforementioned question quite often.I feel like puking, when I hear that. I just want to shout "things don't happen to you, you come in the middle when things happen, arse!", but my convivial nature doesn't allow me to do so . I wonder what people will say if Bill Gates says the same thing. Some people may sleep and wake up with luck, some may not(it's purely coincidence).Life is unfair, we have to live with it. In fact, according to me luck is based on your perception. So, one should abstain from acting childish and change the way one perceives the world.

Anonymus

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.
Then one fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese,
You may find a lone mouse or a whole nest of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But a bow if repeated is never called bine,
And the plural of vow is vows, never vine.

If I speak of a foot and you show me your feet,
And I give you a boot would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth, and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

If the singular’s this and the plural is these,
Should the plural of kiss ever be nicknamed keese?
Then one may be that and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren,
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis and shim,

So the English, I think, you all will agree,
Is the queerest language you ever did see.

Dabangg!!!

Rule:When one get’s ready to watch a Bollywood movie(most of the desi movies), one should keep his/her brain at home.
If the above rule is followed you can enjoy this movie a lot. I almost tried doing it.It was so hard doing it, though.Its something like, I wanted to pee and I had to hold for 3 hours. If assumed that one keeps his/her brain at home, you might be able to enjoy the movie.Salman khan, did a good job as a corrupted(but just) police officer. The cow boy-flavoured back ground score is exhilarating. The centre of attraction of the movie is, obviously, sallu, but in a different way. His dialogues were humorous and entertaining. One can see his obsession with fitness, when one of his superiors asks him "kaise ho" he replys "fit, sir"(dumbstruck).Songs were above average and the routine masala song was good. One might loose one's patience as sallu, vehemently, abstains from removing his shirt till the climax and in the climax he appeases everybody with a mind boggling stunt (with his shirt).
Climax:
khan, falls down hit by the brutal sonu sood.Then his half-brother comes and shows his mother's puss puss(asthma inhaler or nebulizer with a om symbol on it).Now, khan understands the reason behind his mother's death, jumps back into the battlefield and flexes his muscles.For few minutes, one might think that he is turning into a were-wolf with his muscles becoming bigger and bigger and bigger(nah, u are mistaken buddy!!, that is a new story line).Eventually, his shirt tears off and flys off.To know whether he kills the brute or gets killed in the hands of the brute, you have to go and watch the movie.

The waterbed Theory of Complexity

The natural tendency in human language is to keep overall complexity about equivalent, both from one language to the next, and over time as a language changes.Like a waterbed, if you push down the complexity in one part of the language, it increases complexity elsewhere. language with a rich systems of sounds (phonology) might compensate with a simpler syntax. A language with a limited sound system might have a complex way of building words from smaller pieces (morphology). No language is complex in every way, as that would be unusable. Likewise, no language is completelhy simple, as too few distinctions would render it useless. Conservation of complexity!! , my friend.

Book Review: Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

Took up a book after quite a while. Usually, I have the habit of
shifting from reading a book to another activity after some time.
But, this book got me glued to it like a leech.. We get caught up in
the cob-web of ambitions,responsibilities etc. Sometimes, when such
books are read one can understand the importance of humanity and
virtuousness, which might change the way one perceives things around
oneself.
This book, mostly, is all about two kids amir and hassan. Amir, a
pasthun(sunni muslim) is from a well to do family in Afghanistan and
Hassan, a Hazara(Shia muslim)is the son of a servant(difference
between sunni and shia:The Shia Muslims believe that following the
Prophet Muhammad's death, leadership should have passed directly to
his cousin/son-in-law, Ali, while Sunni Muslims agree with the
position taken by many of the Prophet's companions, that the new
leader should be elected from among those capable of the job. As a
result, there rose a conflict between these two groups and they keep
fighting all the time. The reason behind this was a political one).As
kids hassan and amir share many sad and triumphant moments. Their
childhood is marked by unrelenting loyalty of hassan to amir. Overcome
by fear, amir turns a blind eye,when he sees hassan being sexually abused
by a local bully.

To be continued...

Steve Waugh On Ambrose

Waugh confesses that Walsh never troubled him. But his battle with Ambrose defined Waugh as a batsman. This is one of cricket's fiercest rivalries that is probably hardest to surpass. In Waugh's words:

"To me, Curtly Ambrose was the supreme fast bowling machine. He moved with the ease and grace of a champion athlete across the ground, was beautifully balanced and coordinated, and could blast you out with pace if needed or revert to strategic assault. As well, he owned a trait every one wants but few possess: the gift of being able to shift into that extra gear when needed. His calling card when he thought he had you plumb LBW was a double clap of the hands that was as reliable as the umpire's finger going up. He detested singles going off his bowling believing the prey had escaped his clutches. The icing on the cake for Amby was his imposing physical presence - legs like stilts, arms that never seemed to end and pouting lips that looked like they'd been stung by a swarm of bees. When he stood a couple of feet away giving me his Clint Eastwood glare, I had the feeling he could take me down at any stage, but still wasn't quite sure which of his weapons he would employ to do the job" - This is an excellent summing up of the kind of bowler Ambrose was.

Steve Waugh's stand off with Ambrose at Queens Park Oval is cricketing folk lore. The confrontation has been interestingly described. This narration, to me, describes Steve Waugh as a person as a cricketer the best; "Ambrose, who cut me in half with one delivery and then forced me to jab at the next ball as it moved away from the outside edge. With each play and miss, he would pull up in front of me and glare; it was as if he thought I was purposely taunting his efforts. For me, a volcano of emotions was brewing: frustration at my inability to get on top of the situation, anger at the booing that had greeted my arrival at the crease, irritation after a restless night's sleep and now Amby's bloody stare. A steeping bouncer that flew harmless over the top of my head was almost a relief, because it didn't pose a danger, so when I saw Ambrose staring intently from close quarters I snapped back at him ' what the fuck are you looking at?' It was what I was thinking, but saying it took even me by surprise. It was pure instinct, as my survival mechanism took over;" "Ambrose was clearly stunned, most likely because no one had ever been stupid enough to employ such an aggressive measure against him. Furthermore respect is very important in the Caribbean ...in this culture profanities are rarely heard. Ambrose countered my bar-talk bluff by saying ' Don't cuss me man'. Common sense should have told me to leave it at that. But I needed to have the last say, to get all the anger out, clear my thoughts and start afresh. Unfortunately I... another piece of personal abuse 'why don't you go and get fucked?'. Curtly's eyes were spinning and the situation had rapidly escalated to the point of total ugliness. Thankfully Richie Richardson stepped in, and grabbed his great bowler by the wrist with both hands." "We needed to show the Windies it was our turn to dictate proceedings and that were weren't afraid to get in their faces and get our hands dirty." "I was totally unsure what to do if he lunged at me, because I'm certain he would have made short work of me even though I had a bat in my hands. I kept saying to myself, 'Don't move, don't move. Look tough, stay focused. He'll have to go away." " However, as he ran in to deliver the next ball I braced myself for an exocet missile at the throat. He put in the big ones, striding out to full pace before letting go an absolute scorcher of a bouncer that reared alarmingly of a shortish length and crushed my top hand against the handle, directly in front of my grill. Such was the venom in the execution that I was a foot off the ground at the time of impact. Again Amby was there menacingly staring me down, but this time my lips were sealed."

Whats more interesting is his assessment of that confrontation's mental impact on him "For many players, getting involved in a confrontation is a death sentence... as it consumes their thoughts. I didn't mind the clash with Amby because I knew I could forget about it after using the altercation as a motivation to do well.I never minded being the villain because it set me up against the rest - a scenario that turned me on." While the same concept worked for Ambrose as he finished 5/45 from 16 overs, Australia lost the game. However, Waugh describes his unbeaten 63 (team total 128) as "one of my finest test knocks." He also mentions Lara as a person looking for a cause, a reason to feel like a victim - a scenario that turned him on. Waugh knew it and carefully never gave Lara a reason. "Often he would initiate a conversation by being assertive and confrontational, to give himself a cause. I sometimes did the same thing. Out of the blue as he stood regally awaiting his next delivery, he slammed me for not walking during our first innings. I ...countered by saying 'At least I am consistent. I just don't walk when it suits me'. After a massive appeal by us for a caught-behind was denied by the umpire, I'd remind him "Told you so, you only walk when it suits you'. It seemed an alien took control of his being. The next 10 seconds went like this, with Lara screaming 'shut up' as Waugh shot back ' Told you!'; 'shut up!' 'told you' 'Shut up!' 'told you'. He then walked my way stood two inches from me, quivering as he said, 'C'mon, lets go, lets get it on right now!' "

MISC1

As a country colonized by the British, We are bound to learn English. Anywhere we go, we find people talking in English. But, it has become a sort of class division in India, now a days. A person, who doesn't know English is considered as an ignorant country fellow. My point here is stop stereotyping people based on his/her familiarity with a language. A person might have more knowledge compared to you, but he might not be able to speak a well-known language. Languages might come and go (2000 years back Greek was a widely spoken language. Someday, another language might replace English). It is the knowledge and the character of a person that really matters. It's elementary, my dear Watson!

An Adventure

While I was in Delhi, I and my friend had four days to get back to our boring jobs. We decided to make use of the time in the best way possible. We thought of different places and we had myriad places to see, but we wanted something more. After a series of arguments, we decided to go to Manali. Generally, before visiting a place, we prepare a lot. We go berserk, stuffing every useful thing Into our bags in the very last minute. We decided to start our journey without any preparation.We did not book any tickets, didn’t buy any eatables, boy! absolutely nothing(except
some clothes).We just knew that we had to catch a bus from Kashmiri gate(place in delhi). The bus stand was the Worst one I have ever seen. It stunk like hell. Nevertheless, we booked our tickets to Manali. We went around the place and bought some books.(If I remember correctly, It was twilight by Stephanie Meyer, the book sucks though) and then I sat in the bus with my dear friend and kick started our journey. It was some twelve hours journey and we stepped on the forbidden land( not forbidden actually ,I used it just for the sake of it ;-) like our dear old d'Artagnan without remorse for the past, confident in the present, and full of hope for the future, we went to bed and slept the sleep of the brave. After resting for a while in a small dingy hotel, we went to a market called the mall and saw people selling woolen clothes and things like that, which people wear in winter. I particularly liked this cow boy hat or something, but the vendor tried a ridiculous price, so dropped the plan. Then, we walked a bit and to my surprise the place was surrounded by mountains, which were like giants ,nah! Like skyscrapers with hundreds of floors .The mountains were covered with lush greenery. Boy, what a beauty! I am not gonna say everyone should see it before dying or something, but it is definitely a good place to be around. If you are a nature lover, Manali is the place you want to go. After having some paranthas (manali special), we
hired a auto rickshaw to see some places around. He took us to some temples nearby, which included Hadimba temple( she is a wife of Bheema ;-) and some Tibetan temples. This Hadimba Temple was bit weird with dried skins of some wild animals around. The Tibetan Temple was a bit different with all the wood work on the walls of the temple and a big Buddha’s statue inside the temple. While coming out of the temple, I had to touch and rotate all the cylindrical
bell sort of things around the temple ( brings you good luck! ). After that, we went to Solang valley and boy, it was like heaven! My friend tried to paraglide there, but lost his balance and fell down while landing. It was fun watching him fall down ;-) . while going back, we stopped by the river bank(Beas) . The view was fantastic there and I remembered this paticular scene from “ the lord of the rings”, where all the water in the river turns into horses and engulfs all the dark riders. it’s view was seriously quite similar to the one in the movie.Then, we went back to our old dingy hotel and rested there for the night. Right from the starting of the journey, we wanted to find a place to trek.
Someone suggested rohtang pass. It is usually covered with snow, but when we went, it was damn ready for a trek. Someone suggested us to take more water bottles, as there will be lesser oxygen as we go up. So, we filled our backpacks with water bottles and thousands of chocolates(tension relievers, you know). We were fairly fit guys then, the other guy is a football player. As we started, one phony women tried to discourage us, but we went on. We did not go much further and we started panting. Boy, we had to rest every ten minutes( it was damn cold up there too), it was like a thousand mile trek. Imagine, how difficult it would be to climb the Mount Everest. Somehow, we reached our destination and we saw some phony guys taking pictures all around(to upload in facebook :-)). We were smug with our efforts and reached home happier with a different experience :-)

waffles

Today I came to know that one can make waffles with mud! :-0 Recipe: take handful of mud in your hand, sprinkle some water and stamp on it(don't forget to wear shoes or sandals);-).Oh! boy, I am a slob.

BIG BROTHER

I was reading some of George Orwell’s books and I kind of liked his thoughts very much. We often worry about the corrupted politicians and the loopholes in the current political system etc. George Orwell put up a good argument from his side about the political system. In his book 1984, the protagonist lives in a totalitarian society led by the big brother( a political party).He abhors his oppressed life. It is a society, where a crime called thought crime(bit exaggerated) exists. He eventually falls in love with a girl(it is a crime too) and rebels against the party by collaborating with a rebel group called brotherhood, but somehow an inner party person traps him,whacks his ass off and brain washes him. This might seem like a simple plot like the Indian movie version(boy-girl love, parents unhappy, boy whacks villain, parents happy,boy-girl marry), but if one understands the meaning behind the sentences it will be a wonderful and thought provoking book. Any book that makes you think out of the box is worth reading.
In a society, people are categorized into wealthy, middle and poor classes and these categories are mapped to intellectual and dumb people, respectively. This is the general trend in any society even if it is a democratic country. If one is poor and dumb, may god help him. Usually, countries are run by wealthy and intellectual people. The main problem is with the dumb people( these people are like sheep who need shepherd dogs to guard them) ;-) and they fall easily for the intellectual person's speeches. They do not try to find out what he/she is getting at, through their speeches. They would rather waste days arguing about the emotional gestures of the orator (same thing happened with Hitler. We watched some of his speeches on TV and it was completely in German with English subtitles,of course. Nobody in the room didn't even get the faintest idea about the speech but everybody got convinced that he was an excellent orator. Quite emotional!). Wealth buys most of the things like the mastercard's slogan "There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's MasterCard." but it is not good enough to run a country. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely, with the absolute power in their hands these intellectual cum wealthy ;-) people get most out of the rest. As long as these intellectual people are there, their main job is to make the rest of the classes insecure by showing them an enemy. This is a perfect way to stay in power. For example, if you and you friends are getting bashed by another group, you stick together and try to resist. If your same group is left free, you are bound to quarrel. When these ruling people are unbearable, there raises a revolution led but intellectual people only but with lesser wealth( like the French Revolution).Eventually, they depose the ruling party and not yet corrupted by power they might think about the downtrodden people and may bring new reforms. As time passes by, power corrupts them too. I know I am beating around the bush :-) whats my point is political system is vicious never ending circle. One cannot expect it to be free from corruption unless we devise a computerized political party :-)
One thing we have to do is, stop being like sheep. I mean, stop following others even if it inspires you just think over it before you support something and we should stop dynasty following. I couldn't believe my eyes, when I saw people jumping on each other like monkeys as they saw preeti or petty or pretty (whatever) jinta throwing T-shirts into the crowd in a IPL match, there was a stampede(WTH!when I asked my friend about it, he tweeted saying thats where enjoyment lie!). What I want to say is,We should Stop worshiping others, if he/she is good at something appreciate him/her(see I am not a male chauvinist) do not make them demigods. If people would have given it a thought about Hitler’s intentions millions of lives would have been saved in the world war II. Brutality at that time was at its peak that people built huge electrical machines to kill Jews in large numbers as they thought killing Jews with guns is a wastage of ammunition! Every human has evil in him/her by nature .It will have no bounds, once provoked as we have witnessed in the world war II. So the answer to all this is think individually just don't follow others blindly, think about your welfare and then others. If you are a spiritual person it is a different story, I am talking about an average individual living in a society. Anyway this political system is a never ending cycle if u end it then that will be the beginning again somehow humans want to be differentiated either by caste, creed or religion or wealth or whatever. There will always be poor people but the only thing is their standard of living can be increased. May be a person living in a good individual house might be called a poor person after some 200 years who knows .Even poverty is relative.Hail Einstein!!:)
CAUTION: it’s just my opinion.
If there are any corrections, please let me know.