tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85349922024-03-13T11:29:18.442+05:30hai minsidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-29410091769031726682010-09-06T21:03:00.001+05:302010-09-06T21:04:34.589+05:30I love Shatone and other awesome Shahnaz Husain products<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's Shatone, Shatex, Shagrain, Shagrow and Shagloss. </td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Danny Morrison: Oh! And that’s beautifully put away by Kohli; yet another six – and that brings the youngster’s total to 63 off just 38 balls… are we going to see young Kohli rescue the Challengers or is it far…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Lakshman Sivaramakrishnan (sulkily): Almost got the MRF balloon.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: What? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: The six. The ball almost hit the MRF balloon.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: AH YES! THE MRF Balloon! Shiv, Did You Know that MRF is the pioneer of Rubber Blimps in India?! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: What?! No! Really?! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: I kid you not. And did you know that Mamman Mapillai started the company that has become the leading manufacturer of rubber tyres in India with just a rubber tyre and a dead bandicoot?!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: You’re talking about the founder of Maxx Mobiles you idiot. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: What? Oh yes! Maxx mobiles of MAXX MOBILE TIMEOUT fame. I really feel compelled to buy an awesome Maxx Mobile every time there’s one of those. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">(DM and LS sit silently moved by the awesomeness of Maxx Mobile Time Out while Balachandra Akhil executes a perfect pull that gets him his second DLF Maximum in the over)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: A Citi Moment of Success there! The total…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: Is Maxx spelt with a triple X? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: What? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: A triple X. Like Jamie Foxxx.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: HAHA! Shiv, you watch too much porn on the sly. Ha ha. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">RAVI SHASTRI</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">: HI GUYS! PLANT A TREE! PREVENT GLOBAL WARNING! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: Oo! Look! The MRF blimp is flashing! Ravi, stop shouting. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: WHO IS FLASHING WHAT? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: The lights on the MRF blimp, you perv.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">(Silence. Kohli abuses T Suman and the leg umpire weeps in the corner. Ryan Harris runs in to bowl while images of Viru and Gauti giggling and fondling each other and a Karbonn Dual Sim phone are played on screens around the ground.) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">RAVI SHASTRI</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">: HI GUYS! DO YOU LIKE MY SEXY SUNGLASSES? I GOT THEM FROM <b>CHEEKA</b> WHO SHOUTS EVEN LOUDER THAN I DO.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">CHEEKA</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">: <b>I SAY! CHENNAI SUPER KINGS ARE ONLY</b> … </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM: CSK isn’t playing today Cheeka. But while we’re on the subject of Chennai - CHENNAI is home to one of the best bowling academies in the world!! …. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">DM, LS, RS, CHEEKA (joyful chorus): <b>THE MRF PACE ACADEMY!</b> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Harsha Bhogle: Hey guys. Has anyone seen my hair? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">LS: Sunny stole it. </span></div>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-24303871624021254172010-03-27T15:09:00.002+05:302010-03-27T15:23:38.431+05:30deconstructing Ramu Kaka<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Is it just my imagination, or do fifty percent of all hindi movies made between 1980 and 1995 contain a Ramu Kaka character? </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A Ramu kaka is an old benevolent man-servant whose pathos filled wrinkled face is designed to drive viewers to tears simply by looking at it. His role usually consists of hanging around wearing a dhoti and a white shirt or a kurta with a small (chequered) towel draped over one shoulder. Most of the time he walks around with a tray serving tea but in times of crisis (when, for example, the heroine's parents have estranged her over her choice of boyfriend (the hero)) he serves as a source of emotional support and kindly wisdom. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ramu kaka usually refers to the heroine as <i>bitiya</i>. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ramu kakas are also, invariably, dudes who've 'been with the family' for decades. <i>Bitiya </i>has probably known him forever and RK has been an integral part of her <i>palan-poshan</i>. Because this is India and not the USA the <i>bitiya</i> has not had problems that involve kaka pinching money from her piggy bank or instances of sexual harrassment from the then young and hormone filled </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">kaka. (At what stage is it appropriate to start calling Ramu a kaka?)</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ramu kaka is also, mostly, a widower. I suspect this is mainly because script writers think it would be a dilution of kaka's character to have a benevolent old female hanging around in a pathos-filled manner as well, but anyway. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A very important part of kaka's character is his loyalty to his employers - Ramu usually has two adult children who've managed to become successful (taxi owner in Mumbai and railway officer in Panipat) - but <i>chooses</i> to continue mucking about in the kitchen and serve people tea because he <i>likes</i> it, instead of leading a peaceful retired life (funded by his successful children) pimpin' about in rural UP. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What does kaka mean?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We were once, while in school, watching 'Aandhi' in the AV-room, as part of our structured weekend entertainment. Aandhi (I thought at the time that this meant 'blind' but apparently it means something else that is a little more relevant to the theme of the movie) is an old famous hindi movie that became even more famous because Indira Gandhi didn't like it. Apparently this was because the movie was based on Indira's life - to drive the point home subtly they even gave the heroine an Indira Gandhi hairstyle, skunk-stripe and all. Anyway. This movie has a Ramu kaka character (who fulfils most of the criteria listed above). </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">While watching the movie, my friend Pranav was dwelling on the meaning of the word and decided to ask Ishan (hindi expert) for assistance. Kaka was, in the meantime, hanging around on-screen, looking positively tragic for no reason at all. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pranav (to Ishan): Hey aggi. What does 'kaka' mean?</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ishan (pensively): Shit. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We all found this very funny and laughed a lot and Satyajit Sir (who was screening the movie) yelled at us to stop being philistines and watch the movie in a civil manner. A short while after this, Sanjeev Kumar (the hero) appeared on screen running on a hillock while the beginning notes of a song played in the background. We laughed lots again (not because we thought of Feroze Gandhi running in slow motion; we weren't that sophisticated) and Satyajit Sir got very pissed off again. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I tried to find a Ramu kaka picture to post here but couldn't. You can have a picture of sunil joshi and co looking sexy instead. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Addendum:<br />
Veena very kindly found some Ramu kaka pictures for me, so here they are:<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know what the dude is saying. Here's another one:<br />
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</div>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-40914015080878116602010-03-27T12:03:00.000+05:302010-03-27T12:03:53.343+05:30lines that really smooth guys use to impress girlsAll these are taken from a real pro. <br />
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Pro: "Hey babe. wats ur fave buk"<br />
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Pro: "Yeah, I luv dat too. Seen da muvi?"<br />
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Pro: "Yeah. U seen da muiv? It's got mishelle fifer in it --- she's so hot... LOLZ"<br />
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Pro: "Yeah.... tru... Bt not as hot as U.....LOLZ"<br />
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Pro: "LOLZ...I'm crazy abt U....".<br />
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See? Subtle shift to bold flattery, display of love for culture and the arts and constant reminders of light and humourous nature (lolz). <br />
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No wonder i'm so popular with girls.sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-21247832501122591452010-03-25T14:07:00.003+05:302010-03-25T14:07:55.027+05:30Feb 2009<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CSIDDHA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CSIDDHA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CSIDDHA%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: blue;">etymology</span> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">I sometimes wonder about the phrase 'tongue-in-cheek'. I find it impossible to say anything coherently with a tongue in my cheek.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Kids Kemp</span> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">I just saw a man in a chimpanzee suit having a very serious conversation with a security guard</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: blue;">The Body Shop #2</span> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">At a recent visit to the Body Shop (see </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><a href="http://www.fatima-group.com/fertilizers_fatima_messages.html"><span style="color: blue;">link</span></a></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">) i purchased for myself a tremendously attractive nail clipper (‘</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">RAAJ</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">’). RAAJ is small, made of thick brushed steel and has extremely appealing contours (even for a nail clipper). With this purchase I have escaped the all pervasive Korean 'Bell' nail clipper, which I had no problems with really, apart from the fact that they tended to rust alarmingly fast. I do not wish to die of Tetanus. RAAJ doesn't cut nails too well though. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: blue;">The Body Shop</span> <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Yesterday i went to the Body Shop and bought a cadaver for 20 rupees. He's called Romy</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-14393874738602960352010-03-25T12:52:00.000+05:302010-03-25T13:01:49.757+05:30SaxHas it ever struck anyone that<br /><br />Kadri Gopalnath and<br /><br />Kenny G<br /><br />have the same initials?<br /><br />Aasum<br /><br />Also, since no post that's called Sax is complete without mention of our very own Very Very Sexman (VVS Lax-man), here he is, displaying his masterful batting<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNtEdfNYtTQthZDL0jy-64_OkuK-aYPmjMFGv5wnGb3mUaGZThRpmwB5ePPxKhlLnnFbU90_Msq7UOb9LivHKK_xQVZN56a5rw2soN8rj1VKDl23RPe7q60HTPha-lAu0W5Ai/s1600/_39584635_laxman_bowled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNtEdfNYtTQthZDL0jy-64_OkuK-aYPmjMFGv5wnGb3mUaGZThRpmwB5ePPxKhlLnnFbU90_Msq7UOb9LivHKK_xQVZN56a5rw2soN8rj1VKDl23RPe7q60HTPha-lAu0W5Ai/s320/_39584635_laxman_bowled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452470742344152690" border="0" /></a>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-87604986819438756712010-03-25T12:44:00.000+05:302010-03-25T12:46:50.270+05:30"Can lawyers predict the future?"<br /><br />Which lawyer needs to fear the recession with tits like <a href="http://www.r2iclubforums.com/forums/showthread.php/110-Legal-Opinion-Checklist">this </a>around.sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-52509111794901946982007-11-23T13:59:00.000+05:302007-11-23T14:03:26.333+05:30etymology[<em>you ll have to scroll down to the footnotes as and when they appear</em>]<br /><br />“Tombstoning”:<br /><br />Per Merriam-Webster:<br /><br />1. (Identity theft or) using dead peoples' names for committing financial fraud and identity theft.<br /><br />2. An extreme sport involving diving off a fixed point such as sea harbour walls, bridges, rocks and cliff faces into water.<br /><br />Per Bhargava’s<a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1">[1]</a> Dictionary of the Weird and Wonderful, with Free Semitic<a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2">[2]</a> Meanings, by Akshay Kumar Blackbelt<a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3">[3]</a>.<br /><br />TWO MEANINGS:<br /><br />1) Identity Card theft.<br /><br />The origins of this meaning date back from ancient times of famous EMPEROR Akbar and his handsome and witful minister Birbal (actually he was of Hindu religion). One time there was great panic and unrest in the kingdom of Akbar. Word was that there was an evil and merciless thief of Identity Cards who would steal in broad daylight from pockets of people! Naturally there was much worry in the citizens; one or two even committed self-molestation<a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4">[4]</a> in protest. Akbar, who was a wise and caring ruler, was also worried. He consulted Birbal on the matter, who, after only one minute of thought and stroking his moustache (his own moustache, not Akbar’s) had a solution. Next day, Akbar in disguise of a man who looked like he had Identity Card strolled casually into the marketplace. Naturally, thief saw him and proceeded to steal Identity Card from his pocket. Little did he know that in fact it was not an identity card but wise Birbal in disguise of Identity Card! Jumping out at the evil thief, Birbal stabbed him in the heart and killed him. The thief was a Christian fellow by the name of Jackson, hence he was buried and they put tombstone etc. on his grave.<br /><br />2) Jumping off Cliffs.<br /><br />There are two possible origins of this meaning.<br /><br />One dates back to the ancient times of famous Emperor of now what is in modern day known as Afghanistan. He had strong and ferocious bodyguards who were highly trained in the art of killing people. But in times of no conflict bodyguards had no work to do hence they took up habit of smoking Cannabis (in India it is known as Ganja, Charas, etc.; there is also Bhang which one consumes with milk and sugar, especially in the time of Holi festival) and sometimes it made them so happy that they would jump off cliffs with great joy. In their language the Ganja was called HASHISH so the bodyguards were called HASISHIs<a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5">[5]</a>. This happily jumping practice continued until the evil Britishers came to the Indian subcontinent. Mercilessly, they banned consumption of Ganja, charas, etc, and forced everyone to drink gin and tonic instead. Now the Hashishis continued jumping off cliffs etc but they found it to be no fun without consumption of Ganja and died very sadly at bottoms of cliffs. Because the Britishers wanted to convert people (even dead ones also) they put them in graves and put tombstone etc on them.<br /><br />Second origin is coming from the habit of small cute furry animals called Lemmings<a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6">[6]</a>. Lemmings also sometimes jump off cliffs into the sea, especially after the mating seasons. Walt Disney company wanted to make a movie on this but it was not in time of mating season of the Lemmings they put lots of Lemmings on small merry go rounds and then chased the confused Lemmings off cliffs and made documentary with video clip of last part. However, this evil practice was exposed and Mr. Diwakar (then MD of Walt Disney Company and illegitimate son of Mr. Walter Disney) was so ashamed that he also jumped off cliff and died. Because he was of Christian Religion (even though he had the Hindu name) they put him in a grave and put tombstone etc. on it. Many children who watched Mr. Diwakar’s Walt Disney cartoons are gravely influenced by his jumping and they think it is ‘cool’ in the western culture, so they jump off cliffs from time to time.<br /><a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1">[1]</a> Please buy our BHARGAVA’S HINDI-ENGLISH DICTONARY.<br /><a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2">[2]</a> Ed: We are not sure what this means. It either means (i) word origins, (ii) Jewish persons or (iii) vampire.<br /><a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3">[3]</a> Ed: Please do not confuse with Bollywood superstar Akshay Kumar WHO IS a Blackbelt. Please do not file law suit etc against us for misrepresentation, fraud etc. because you thought this book was written by Akshay Kumar WHO IS a Blackbelt. It is not. Also please buy our unabridged ‘Bhargava’s Dictionary of the Weird and Wonderful...’ which has foreword by Ramiz Raja (famous Pakistani cricket player and legendary cricket commentator).<br /><a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4">[4]</a> Ed: This means burning oneself. It happened in time of Mandal Commission Report also.<br /><a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5">[5]</a> Ed: This is also source of English word ASSASSINS. There is a movie by the name also starring Hollywood superstar Antonio Banderas but actually he is more sexy in movie ORIGINAL SIN (starring Angelina Jolie)<br /><a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8534992#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6">[6]</a> Ed: We do not get them in India, only in foreignsidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-73940079026030898172007-09-14T13:47:00.001+05:302007-09-14T13:49:27.810+05:30chain maili'd forgotten about having written this a couple of years back<br /><br />Basha is, by the way, the beloved net centre guy in college.<br />------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />dearest friends,<br /><br />Please take a minute out of your busy work schedules<br />and read the small story below.<br /><br />it is a true life story.<br /><br />Basha is a carefree young man, loved for his<br />enthusiasm and his endearing one liners. With his<br />striking good looks and personal charm he was loved by<br />all who knew him. A peace abiding man, he worked as a<br />Computer Administrator in a Law College. In his spare<br />time he wrote short stories for children and played<br />the flute (baasuri).<br /><br />....does all this sound familiar? it gets worse, dear<br />friends... please read on...<br /><br />On one weekday - not too long back - Basha woke up and<br />after his customary prayers and ablutions, reported to<br />his work place at nine o clock, sharp, as has always<br />been his practice. On his way be helped an old lady<br />carry a load of sticks but still made it on time to<br />his work place.<br /><br />At about 10:30 am Basha was sitting at his desk.<br />Listening to his favourite songs from Chiru's new<br />movie (Vastala Pumpistanu Rundi) he was contemplating<br />his new plaster of paris model of subhas chandra bose.<br />(Basha is also a talented sculptor, who makes special<br />models of freedom fighters). All of a sudden he heard<br />loud cries of "A/C ON NAHI KAR SAKTA KYA<br />B**NCH**TH?!!" and "SAALA INTERNET KO GAAND MEIN GHUSA<br />LO!!"<br /><br />Before the startled young man had a chance to even<br />blink his eyes (like limpid pools they were) a pair of<br />hooligans had jumped at him and proceeded to smash a<br />computer monitor on his unsuspecting face and<br />attempted to feed him a mouse pad. To add injury to<br />(injury) they dropped a 1000 pound Xerox workstation<br />on his face.<br /><br />Basha, miraculously, survived the assault. However,<br />even his loving wife has severe problems looking at<br />his once handsome face and has run off to her parents<br />house in Mahaboobnagar.<br /><br />Basha requires extensive plastic surgery in order to<br />restore him to even a shadow of the man he was.<br /><br />Have a heart... do the right thing... send this to all<br />your friends... for every mail send Microsoft will pay<br />an amount of $.37 to THE BASHA FACE FUND.<br /><br />thanking you for your time, dear friends,<br /><br />siddharth.sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-74702575983761528872007-04-14T18:20:00.000+05:302008-12-09T10:17:31.520+05:30self explanatory.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdbaU1WuOnA4AJXvMUBdtD1KKQ-bq68lL8f7jux6Z7ftBBqhXvtsAQQBAT_G1NX3lKETnGfOHTehBxULKU7m7FRfds-Ny3Hqr3ng3ZHuGwNF3OkIGt-gSU529xG72HT01F06J/s1600-h/mobile+lifters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053266763351361746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdbaU1WuOnA4AJXvMUBdtD1KKQ-bq68lL8f7jux6Z7ftBBqhXvtsAQQBAT_G1NX3lKETnGfOHTehBxULKU7m7FRfds-Ny3Hqr3ng3ZHuGwNF3OkIGt-gSU529xG72HT01F06J/s320/mobile+lifters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />haha.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCspQzs02yXPnPjHLTE3egaPpcrN4C1w-eywCEvGJOMmJzZ0xHmHCrDZfMw7AQtaEwde9DcFqAAEXu-KNWi-N-qQUs7ZRWO7-g8oIMdbIktbRRVQnXEv3NFzdLFiWGNp8YJUr/s1600-h/milk+booth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053266432638879938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCspQzs02yXPnPjHLTE3egaPpcrN4C1w-eywCEvGJOMmJzZ0xHmHCrDZfMw7AQtaEwde9DcFqAAEXu-KNWi-N-qQUs7ZRWO7-g8oIMdbIktbRRVQnXEv3NFzdLFiWGNp8YJUr/s320/milk+booth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />cute ha. no?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprxMsW4n_CoxSPMexo6W3HRaZaUEP6xW9icuZt_SYH9Eg-q_3feibdeIIvLnKToletceNDkDC725yHwR66x4l5odCB8CSfY5O1zOV43ZRSxCFK5O0XPSwpL5tRKklLeIaELMz/s1600-h/lamp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053266119106267314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprxMsW4n_CoxSPMexo6W3HRaZaUEP6xW9icuZt_SYH9Eg-q_3feibdeIIvLnKToletceNDkDC725yHwR66x4l5odCB8CSfY5O1zOV43ZRSxCFK5O0XPSwpL5tRKklLeIaELMz/s320/lamp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />im not sure what they're getting at.sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-89563698546917742492007-04-14T18:14:00.000+05:302008-12-09T10:17:31.763+05:30espionage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQesPwiV-N2N7h1Dk6KI91GCDrtzmriA7pEZT3lAaMeYZzLHaZkfsXnux8YoDZuFutbhM7scbeGfyM__YnYlGyV_ef_DnnfF14BK__vO_uL-vUfiPYqUr81qd1pTkyy01Y_Rpz/s1600-h/espionage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053264688882157730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQesPwiV-N2N7h1Dk6KI91GCDrtzmriA7pEZT3lAaMeYZzLHaZkfsXnux8YoDZuFutbhM7scbeGfyM__YnYlGyV_ef_DnnfF14BK__vO_uL-vUfiPYqUr81qd1pTkyy01Y_Rpz/s320/espionage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>without meaning to be racist i can swear to the fact that the picture above(discreetly taken) is of a 100 japanese gentlemen inspecting a form of some kind.</div><div> </div><div>if you dont find this sort of thing funny i apologise. please dont ask me to ''explain the joke'' or somesuch. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-85844114109007704832007-04-14T18:03:00.000+05:302008-12-09T10:17:32.205+05:30few very ugly objects. please enjoy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsWPJguIu4UM_tjPImpv7IE0zctqPXcCbdd-i_lckEcS84etUlOSaE5uCttnal3A-LXynTK1MeV9py6SrBYP83fnTOI52rIsDHUdtQkj_Vm6a72G51CLwkgL-gETZLWL_nOGj/s1600-h/weird+box.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053263116924127378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsWPJguIu4UM_tjPImpv7IE0zctqPXcCbdd-i_lckEcS84etUlOSaE5uCttnal3A-LXynTK1MeV9py6SrBYP83fnTOI52rIsDHUdtQkj_Vm6a72G51CLwkgL-gETZLWL_nOGj/s320/weird+box.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1) what the fuck is this?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWyJH4Pm6E5_VCOOvT-lBcnGWf15GLWIOIU_8y5cGmSjQpaf1yKPwyLDCT3CN_UaNidiR2wV5hdgv7OfjOD7bupQD-J6okrZaA85_8akH1ECY417yleFRXSOtNL2rDUNeeCTl/s1600-h/ugly+car.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053262558578378882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWyJH4Pm6E5_VCOOvT-lBcnGWf15GLWIOIU_8y5cGmSjQpaf1yKPwyLDCT3CN_UaNidiR2wV5hdgv7OfjOD7bupQD-J6okrZaA85_8akH1ECY417yleFRXSOtNL2rDUNeeCTl/s320/ugly+car.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2) this had JUNGLE PATTERNED seat covers to boot<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvJzFwisVxUQreRKvk5ooBNADoWYVBhhaLfmtyVpABq3nUYV8Uwbq9SbBahuSjtEkAzbYT-q9OtXbkft1MIjlOPiE5OjyeHzUC66EPOf1-tyzWkh7seDUeZQMrFfn16-i5hSo/s1600-h/teddy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053261751124527202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvJzFwisVxUQreRKvk5ooBNADoWYVBhhaLfmtyVpABq3nUYV8Uwbq9SbBahuSjtEkAzbYT-q9OtXbkft1MIjlOPiE5OjyeHzUC66EPOf1-tyzWkh7seDUeZQMrFfn16-i5hSo/s320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><div>3) psychotic teddy bear </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1156861493216299532006-08-29T19:54:00.000+05:302006-08-29T19:54:53.216+05:30death of the long formFrigidaire <br />Facsimile<br />Perquisite <br /><br />and I got all those spellings right the first time around <br /><br />hurrah <br /><br />(pointless)sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1156861051218023632006-08-29T19:45:00.000+05:302006-08-29T19:47:31.233+05:30Young Siddharth’s Brave Adventures in the State of BengalNot quite so long ago, our dear protagonist was informed by his lord and master that he would have to take part in what is commonly termed as a DUE DILIGENCE which would involve travel to the state of Golden Bengal. Gleefully, our youthful prot. clapped his hands (metaphorically) and packed his bags (actually) and set off for the land of Tagore the Howrah Bridge Durga Puja Eden Gardens with its 150,000 crazed fans british era heritage british era leftovers walking around british era heritage again only this time with cheap posters and underwear hanging off of it. Calcutta. <br /><br />Three days from the time that would be indicated in the afore paragraph Young Sid finds his life a blur consisting of 9 hours of crunching away at a computer and a few hours in front of the tv at the Taj drinking overpriced undersized beer. DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME. Young Sid enjoyed the pointless routine in that people were nice to him and that faceless clients paid for his underwear getting laundered and returning with roses pinned on them BUT <br /><br />But somewhere inside our dear P, something was burning. Call it the spirit of freewill. Or the restlessness of an erratic genius. The grim sense of realization that dawns upon great people like the late great Che and the current Young Sid. <br /><br />Peering out the window at the gaudy filthy bustling alleys and the clouded evening sky young sid decides that Enough is Enough. With a great sense of purpose he heads out the office for a Walk and a Cigarette break. <br /><br />Once outside, YS sees many things that please and interest him. For the first time in three days he finds himself not the very centre of attention by virtue of his very presence. Taxis oxen pavement dwellers chair merchants and tanpura makers manage to find an equilibrium of peaceful coexistence despite their otherwise divergent purposes in life. As an enterprising fellow attempts to sell passers by a plastic chair or two, a child the size of a football shits off the pavement and onto the road as the mother and extended family nonchalantly continue with their range of non-activities.<br /><br />Lighting a cigarette, our dapper protagonist strides up the road. Smiling to himself. The potent combination sights sounds and smells that Calcutta has to offer to him has resulted in the penning of a small historo-anthropological masterpiece in sid’s mind. He walks on. <br /><br />TWO MINUTES or FIFTY METRES from his office it starts to rain. Not the gentle, loving rain that caresses the faces of youthful lovers in sweet stories of love, dear reader, no. The skies Open and our hero is forced to take refuge under a thin sheet of tin whose presence in life is totally unexplained except for the fact that it offers relative shelter at times such as these. Sid squeezes himself under with what seems to him as half the male population of Calcutta and continues to smile beatifically and puff at his somewhat soggy cigarette from time to time. <br /><br />An old man wearing a vest and a lungi and carrying a very large sack of Something That Would Be Rather Important to His Life and Livelihood tries to find himself a place under the makeshift shelter. There is none. Our sid, being the kind hearted fellow that he is, decides that this old gent needs shelter more than he does, and, with true corporate-lawyer-style chivalry (social responsibility) streaks across the road to find an alternative. Five seconds and a wet shirt later sid finds himself in a large red post office. A musty remnant of the colonial era currently occupied by a number of soggy Bengalis patiently waiting for the rain to subside. <br /><br />A cheeky stream of water starts to slide down the back of Sid’s you know what and the beatific smile loses itself for a few seconds.<br /><br />His polite enquiry for a postcard is met with an old lady screaming at him from behind the counter and no postcard being transacted. <br /><br />Fifteen minutes later sid finds himself doing what he was doing fifteen minutes earlier and small visions of empty office unfinished work angry client and general unemployment emerge and bother our dear hero. <br /><br />Another five minutes of the general misery suggested above convince our turbulent genius that Enough is Enough (again). Bursting out the post office he skids around the corner of the pavement skitting up the road in a nimble dash that might just have left Jesse Owens breathless. Jumping from patches to pavement still relatively unbothered by water, to piles of roadside debris Sid manages to keep his suitably expensive leather shoes relatively safe. YOU STILL HAVE IT IN YOU, YOU OLD SOD!! HAHA!! our intrepid protagonist jubilantly tells himself as he jumps off the footpath and into a recently formed stream of Very Healthily Black Water.<br /><br />Young Sid sees his shoes and the area approximately four inches above his shoes disappear. His spotless white shirt is now horrifically transparent, his hair plastered around his face. Walking up to the office looking like a strange variety of pornstar his shoes go Galomph Galomph with the nice water from the street. (In keeping with the spirit of factually accurate reportage, your humble servant must add as an aside that our hero had jumped into the black rivulet just a few metres downstream from the little pavement dweller kid’s shitspot). <br /><br />Staring pointedly at nothing at particular above him, our hero manages to successfully navigate through Very Bewildered Stares to his cabin and proceeds to take his shoes and socks off for a meeting or two with assorted managers and vice presidents. <br /><em><br />fin. </em>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1154758280959706752006-08-05T11:40:00.000+05:302006-08-05T11:41:20.966+05:30free flowbhaskaran ranjith chanced upon a small fly and with great joy he proceeded to beat it with a drumstick that he just whacked off a small boy sitting by the side of a road waiting for a bus with a drumstick until the drumstick got whacked by mr ranjith (who was using it for purposes already indicated) but sadly for mr ranjith concealed behind an innocuous coconut tree watching him was The Great Kuldip from the friendly neighbourhood PETA action force who was very much incensed by mr ranjiths senseless beating of fly so therefore he (The Great Kuldip) with blood curdling war-cry learnt from Japan TV international sprung with enviable agility at mr ranjith knocking him out with one swift blow before decapitating him with a blunt kitchen knife ok the end no actually it is not because the fly who was very upset with mr ranjiths harsh actions decided to utilise his contacts and a few minutes later beelzebub and his delightful companions declared APocalypse Now and that was the end of all our dear friends all abovementioned and the whole world as well except mr ranjith whose end had come as indicated above before the final end the end is now. this. over.sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1142617180409988782006-03-17T23:13:00.000+06:002006-03-17T23:39:40.550+06:00myrmeleontidaetoday i was studying on football field in morning when i am having great pleasure of observing ANTLOIN (1 no.)<br /><br />kindly see below picture (2 nos.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7377/583/1600/Ameisenloewe.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7377/583/320/Ameisenloewe.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> antloin<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7377/583/1600/Antlion_trap.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7377/583/320/Antlion_trap.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> antloin trap. not trap for antloin but trap created by antloin. antloin is hiding inside. i am not joking.<br /><br /><br />actually what is being viewed by you, dear reader, is antloin baby or what is called LARVA. simply i dont want to confuse with technical terminlogy so i will call it antloin. antloin baby. no, loin baby.<br /><br />anyway. i am walking the field with these fellows anup and iman and i see this little fellow (by which i mean i see hole or trap which has little fellow) so very excitedly i go in search of an ant. these fellows also i convice as to beauty of this creation of nature so we all go in search of an ant. except the ANTLOIN all of us go searching. you see irony? haha.<br /><br />anyway<br /><br />i found many ants which bravely fought to keep their freedom so i let them go<br /><br />finally i dropped one ant into trap.<br /><br />he is stuggling frantically to get out sand is falling from under his legs miniature avalanch happens and the fellow cant get out<br /><br />within two seconds our hero has put his pincers through the bottom of the pit and like a<br /><br />HURRICANE he has seized poor ant. ant is paralysed. within five seconds ant has been dragged into pit.<br /><br />within few hours ant's carcass will be tossed out, sucked dry, by antloin baby.<br /><br />i am not joking. marvels of nature.<br /><br />---------------------------------------------<br /><br />acknowledgements:<br />the pictures have been obtained from the wikipedia page on antlions, which, in addition to good photography has a lot of interesting stuff on antlions. all of the above is true. the lion baby grows up to sprout wings and become something that looks like a damsel fly. interested? visit <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antlion">this</a>.<br /><br />it was, as represented above, a beautiful morning. in additions to the creatures mentioned above i also observed several small green bee-eaters, one white breasted kingfisher, several seven sisters, one spotted owlet, one wagtail male ( i think), one indian robin male (i think),and several sparrows. pity i had to mug for my exam.sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1140286302905714192006-02-19T00:09:00.000+06:002006-02-19T00:11:42.906+06:00why?i cannot figure how to hyperlink footnotes within a document on this bloody thing<br /><br />[know this]sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1140284161249846602006-02-18T23:33:00.000+06:002006-02-19T00:10:54.026+06:00A Beautiful MindSome years back an old fellow sat down in a decrepit little room and started to write. Inspired by Paulo Coelho’s latest bestseller (<em>A Stranger, A Mountain and A Small Peanut</em>) Our Hero (who, for the purposes of narrative, may be christened Mr. Tolstoy [<span style="font-size:78%;">Ed: at this point it is useful to interject to impress upon our dear reader that the choice of a nom de plume for our hero does in no way indicate his origin or ethnicity. Please do not for an instant assume that our hero is a COSSACK. Also, any visual/ phonetic/ other similarity between authors mentioned thus far and others who peddle sub-pulp literature in real life is purely coincidental.</span>]) was convinced that literature was a sure means to making a quick buck.<br /><br />A Quick Buck.<br /><br />Mr. Tolstoy was so pleased with the rich sound of the phrase that he had pasted small inscribed posters all over his dec. little room. An attempt to have the words tattooed on his forehead had been prematurely thwarted by the tattooist fainting at the sight of Mr. Tolstoy’s face.<br /><br />A sad fact: Mr. Tolstoy had been born shatteringly hideous. A mysterious disappearance of his parents and his extended family at the age of two [when Mr. Tolstoy was two, not the family] had baffled the press for years and had left Mr. Tolstoy in an orphanage which burnt down shortly afterwards. A series of minor disasters that followed Mr. Tolstoy’s movements for the next few years had the church convinced that he, indeed, was the anti-Christ; a notion that was very quickly reversed when the Pope publicly declared after a personal meeting with Mr. Tolstoy that even the son of Satan would have had more panache to start with.<br /><br />But we digress. After years of being displaced from one hovel to the next, Mr. Tolstoy had succeeded in finding a nice little hole owned by a (clinically blind) war veteran, and it is here that Mr. Tolstoy had started penning his masterpiece.<br /><br />Suddenly the ceiling fell on him and he died.<br /><br /><br />- The End -sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1116414600558260312005-05-18T17:08:00.000+06:002005-05-18T17:10:00.563+06:00*ooki want a librarian who goes Ook.<br /><br />imagine it.<br /><br />siddoo: "sir, where is blacks law dictionary being?"<br /><br />librarian: "Ook."<br /><br />S: "woho. thank you saar. but also i am needing sarma and sarma on law of insurance, that being where?"<br /><br />L: "OOk."<br /><br />S: "That also ook?"<br /><br />L:"OOk"<br /><br />S: "Ook?"<br /><br />L: "OOk"<br /><br />S: "OOk?"<br /><br />L: "(relieved sigh) ook"<br /><br />S: "ook?!"<br /><br />L: "OOk!"<br /><br />... and so onsidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1103020520268262762004-12-14T16:35:00.000+06:002004-12-14T16:35:20.270+06:00The Hindu : Front Page : UFO appears on China sky*please let this be true*
<br /><a href="http://www.hinduonnet.com/2004/12/14/stories/2004121404992000.htm">The Hindu : Front Page : UFO appears on China sky</a>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1102082446187744362004-12-03T19:56:00.000+06:002004-12-03T20:00:46.186+06:00Certain factors that make internships more bearable1) A trademark registration for
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<br />HYDERABAD IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE.
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<br />2) Deepak Tijori’s contact address. You know him? Mail him at
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<br />mrdeepaktijori@yahoo.com
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<br />wow
<br />sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1097239574554988822004-10-08T18:37:00.000+06:002004-10-08T18:46:14.556+06:00mongolian goat hockey read piranha club? (earlier 'ernie'), by bud grace
<br />-one of my favourite comics-
<br />jab <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/comics/Piranha.dtl">this</a> or <a href="http://www.kingfeatures.com/features/comics/piranha/about.htm">This</a><a href="http://www.kingfeatures.com/features/comics/piranha/about.htm"> to read some of them and for a little bit of general stuff on the comic strip </a>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1096892497899029472004-10-04T18:17:00.000+06:002004-10-04T18:21:37.900+06:00LatestOnLennon<a href="http://news.findlaw.com/ap_stories/a/w/1152/9-30-2004/20040930074502_12.html">This </a>should eventually provide some insights into the life of John Lennon. (you've probably read about it if you read the times supplement in the loo like i do). nevertheless. sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534992.post-1096784222863546192004-10-03T12:08:00.000+06:002005-12-16T11:43:14.293+06:00kitsch poetry.generally worthless creations of mine<br />products of evidenceproject deadline<br />and vidyullatha's scintillating environmental law class<br />respectively<br /><br />as will be evident - blank verse it is. the narrative in the second one may seem a bit warped at the start but stare at the first few lines very hard and things should generally work themselves out.<br /><br />even if you hate my poetry do check out the links at the bottom of this posting. they will be well worth your while.<br /><br />siddharth.<br /><br /><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"><meta content="OpenOffice.org 1.0.2 (Linux)" name="GENERATOR"><style> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style><br /><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"><meta content="OpenOffice.org 1.0.2 (Linux)" name="GENERATOR"><style> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><span lang=""><b>Malleshwaram Morning</b>.</span></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN-LEFT: 3.81cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Sharp morning breeze tickling the edges of his nostrils,</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">a rather pleasing effect;</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">air not choked with pollution, methanebutane, whatever</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">yet</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">early risers stare groggily out of their windows verandahs with coffee cups newspapers, </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">all under one broad category of ‘rumpledmorning breath men waiting for dosa’</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">despite the many roles they will fit into an hour from now. </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">govind the mikman is proud of this one rather clever observation of his.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Stray dogs scrounge around near the dustbins nosing around</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">rotting food broken dolls tin cans old shoes</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">and even one maala with photoframe and photo still attached.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">and now riding past #46-B where he sometimes sees mrs. shenoy standing on the porch drying her hair,</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">govind thinks shes extraordinarily beautiful.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Once as he was riding by she suddenly started waving at him </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">so he gives her Bright Smile and realises that she was actually waving at her alsation to go and pee outside mr. chandrans gate and not hers.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">bloodybastardfellow so he says to the dog contemptuously; a line Upendra had used in latest movie Violent Hero, nice movie, govind thought. </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">and here comes shankar, the newspaper man, riding in the opposite direction </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">with whom govind has fallen out ever since he found out that shankar was hitting on </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">little sister pushpa,</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">so he nicely beat up shankar and married off pushpa</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><span lang="">- stupid girl actually wanted to marry the newspaper man what is that? - </span></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">to some nice fellow who said he ran Womens Hostel, something like that in bombay. rich fellow, he came in car and all.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">govind still hasn’t heard from pushpa but that is ok he’s sure she is fine and all.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">time for last stop, mr. sethi who still prefers fresh milk to nandiniOperationFlood, </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">here he is, standing with jug and toothbrush.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><span lang=""><i>abbe, kitne paani dalte ho? </i>he mumbles as govind pours out the milk</span></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">no more than krishna, raj, hegde or even nandinioperationflood does, he wants to say.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">instead he just gives customary sheepish grin and no answer.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">sethi asks the same question everyday so its ok</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">fat fool.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">anyway he has no other option – no one else will sell milk on this road – Natesh anna will see to that.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">and here is mr. rajgopal’s son driving back home at six in the morning</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">- hello saab! -</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">after doing full night party whatever. </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Loafer Fellow.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">but now that govind has finished his rounds it is time - goodgood - for </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">his customary beedi (ganesh)</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">a stop at seenu’s shop before going to the factory. </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">so he will cycle quickly towards seenu’s - But hellohello what is that advancing rather quickly from the opposite direction? </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">looks rather like a runaway elephant </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">from nearby mandir</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">he barely has time to think before the greyness is On him.<br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: always"><b>A Day in the Life </b></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Dear Diary, today I write you a poem </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">About frustration, despair and whatnot. </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><i>Ramblings.</i></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><i>(by Kalpesh Dubey)</i></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><i>‘O bird! You fly so free! </i></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><i>Over canopy so evergreen,</i></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><i>O bird! Why don’t you carry me!</i></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><i>And make my life a Dream!’</i></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Ok now that bastard Gopal is reading this and laughing on me man,</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">What his problem is </p><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><span lang="">I do not know. <i></i></span></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Anyway. </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Today I went to Pulkit’s daddy’s friend’s office </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Big lawyer Bhumesh Kumar Dalmia.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">For job, then what? </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">He listend to me for about two minutes </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Then he is saying something in very nice english</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">About Pulkit’s daddy, last weeks </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Cricket match, something something.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">When I said sir can i have job he said </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">something and all about CONTINGENTSY.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Which means No, that is what.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">I left that idiot Gopal’s (cellphone) number with secretary,</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Just in case.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">The chai was very good man.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Now that bastardgopal is saying some nonsense </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">About hanging himself from the fan</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">-He also does not have job, he is B.A. pass only- </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">That stupid is piss drunk again.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">If he dies I will have to pay full rent </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">Plus he will damage fan also surely.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">I better stop him.</p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">* </p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">(fin)<br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">ya well, a couple of people who read my poems were kind enough to draw a certain parallel between my work(!) and Nissim Ezekiel's Very Indian poems<br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">as a discliamer i would like to state that i have in no way attempted to copy the aforementioned style<br /></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm">(independently of what ahs been stated above) Mr. Ezekiel's creations are simply wonderful. if you can , do get your hands on one of his poems titled 'soap' [doesnt seem to be readily available on the net]. also (more than) rather notable are <b><a href="http://www.thedailystar.net/2004/01/31/d401312101106.htm">Goodbye Party for Miss Pushpa T. S. (and) The Night of the Scorpion. </a><br /></b></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><b>Please do check them out.<br /></b></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><b>(i am somehow unable to undo 'bold'-ing option. kindly excuse)<br /></b></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"><b><br /></b></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"></p><p lang="" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"></p><p></p>sidhrthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09317121461720096115noreply@blogger.com2