"aila re ladki mast...". I heard this audio and I see a person looking like Vinod Kambli randomly swinging his barrel tummy and arms, much like having a fit alongside a skimpily dressed beautiful broad. After a few seconds into witnessing the horror unfold, I realized this was "one more" of the reality shows thats crowding channels breaching all linguistic barriers. The channel responsible for the attrocity of asking Kambli to dance (and with a damsel who seemed capable of performing trapeze) is colors, also broadcasting "Big Boss".
I managed to survive the performance of Kambli, firstly because I really wanted to see the "points" scored after a performance that I, who am terrible at dance, could out do blindfolded and secondly, see the unfortunate judges had to not just endure the performance, but also provide their valuable comments.
Turns out that one of the judges is Wasim Akram, the legend of toe-crushing yorkers, the sultan of swing. I recall that until recently, he still had his job on ESPN-Star as a commentator which I thought, he was doing a fair job. The other is the "dazzling beauty" Sushmita Sen, who was definitely not looking herself. Maybe the occasion or probably Olay, doesnt seem to fighting the 7 effects of aging.
Just as I was wondering why such an "odd" pair was chosen as judges, the next pair walks on stage and voila, enter Irfan Pathan! Didnt he have a bowling spot. I was shocked and continued to watching trying to force myself not to believe what I was seeing. The rest of the participants included Dinesh Karthik, Harbhajan, Nikhil Chopra (really!) and of course, couldn't leave Sreesanth out of this.
I kind of understand the inclusion of Kambli & Chopra, who have pretty much lost the fizz of their career, but, the rest of the gang, oh really, is there no limit! Irfan Pathan seemed like he was asked to swallow a cricket bat, extremely uptight. Even the post-dance conversation with the judges seemed like a post match presentation, so much so that he actually said, "I could not perform to my potential as I had a slight injury. Not an injury as such, a niggle actually". God save these guys.
I wonder when our hockey stars are going to begin their protest because they dont get the chance to dance and get cozy with the damsels. But you guys on this show 'Ek Khiladi, Ek Haseena', think you guys better get ready for some nasty jokes, especially if you're going to goof up a forthcoming series.
Wednesday
Jurassic Park
What goes around comes around? Right now, I’d probably say yeah, sure it does.
I’m not sure what one might interpret on reading the title of this post. But never mind, some of you might just need a grey matter workout, so read on…
A couple of things that made me feel like a dinosaur (I do not connect with extinct, lets be very clear on that). Ganesha Pooja, one more of the days I look forward to because of the delicacies! This afternoon as I was having lunch at my aunts place, I realized, I no longer had the appetite for the kozhkattai’s (that’s a sweet, FYI) that I had a few years ago. It wasn’t to do with the fact that I had lost appetite but more to do with the fact that I had lost my appetite mentally. The fact that I’ve been doing a sort of roller coaster ride with respect to my weight, was weighing on my mind. (Maybe I could collate the data over the last 6 months on a bi-weekly basis, remove some numbers and send it to the IIM’s as a question for next year’s CAT!). First sign of aging, I’ve started worrying, about the signs of prosperity around the waistline (Oh yes, you will hear the groan of the dinosaur).
The arrival of several roars at once broke my reverie. My cousin and his horde of friends (spanning ages 6-8) came in brandishing their respective AK47’s (with mechanical & human audio effects) at god alone knows what. Right now, holidays such as this one are days that provide breakpoints the code of life constantly running in the system of the universe (Forgive the IT effect). Second sign of aging (where’s the parachute, I want to jump off this flight!), you look back at childhood as if it were a part of history lessons in classrooms today (Now, the dinosaurs even whipping its tail and raising dust off the ground). I love putting in these seemingly relevant statements like punctuation, only because I know fully well that in the time spent in trying to put them in context, you’d figure as a reader, that its simpler to assume them to be in context rather than figure it out (Boy, I read that a few times!).
What goes around comes around? Right now, I’d probably say yeah, sure it does.
Redundancy works eh? After the sumptuous meal, I settled before the idiot box flicking through the various Tamil channels (I wasn’t in the mood to watch Animal Planet, the dinosaur was still out there) trying to figure out what was worth a watch. I ended up watching BABA, one of the few abstractly sensible movies of Rajni that flopped because it was low on SQ (Stupidity Quotient).
As I was sipping my coffee, my cousin ran up to me to ring the bell a third time.
“Can you teach me Hindi?” I’m not sure if I’d have made my high school teachers proud or lead them into a state of eternal shock. I wasn’t a total dunce at Hindi (I can speak well, that’s for the ones sneering out there), but if there was anyone who could screw up grammar, with the small and big ki’s and all the hieroglyphic-like symbols, it was me. I cant recall the number of time’s my mom has tried to explain Hindi grammar, but it never got to me. Teaching my cousin this afternoon as I looked back, almost no one in a right state of mind would have had me teaching Hindi. But what the hell, what goes around comes around, just like the dinosaurs…
I’m not sure what one might interpret on reading the title of this post. But never mind, some of you might just need a grey matter workout, so read on…
A couple of things that made me feel like a dinosaur (I do not connect with extinct, lets be very clear on that). Ganesha Pooja, one more of the days I look forward to because of the delicacies! This afternoon as I was having lunch at my aunts place, I realized, I no longer had the appetite for the kozhkattai’s (that’s a sweet, FYI) that I had a few years ago. It wasn’t to do with the fact that I had lost appetite but more to do with the fact that I had lost my appetite mentally. The fact that I’ve been doing a sort of roller coaster ride with respect to my weight, was weighing on my mind. (Maybe I could collate the data over the last 6 months on a bi-weekly basis, remove some numbers and send it to the IIM’s as a question for next year’s CAT!). First sign of aging, I’ve started worrying, about the signs of prosperity around the waistline (Oh yes, you will hear the groan of the dinosaur).
The arrival of several roars at once broke my reverie. My cousin and his horde of friends (spanning ages 6-8) came in brandishing their respective AK47’s (with mechanical & human audio effects) at god alone knows what. Right now, holidays such as this one are days that provide breakpoints the code of life constantly running in the system of the universe (Forgive the IT effect). Second sign of aging (where’s the parachute, I want to jump off this flight!), you look back at childhood as if it were a part of history lessons in classrooms today (Now, the dinosaurs even whipping its tail and raising dust off the ground). I love putting in these seemingly relevant statements like punctuation, only because I know fully well that in the time spent in trying to put them in context, you’d figure as a reader, that its simpler to assume them to be in context rather than figure it out (Boy, I read that a few times!).
What goes around comes around? Right now, I’d probably say yeah, sure it does.
Redundancy works eh? After the sumptuous meal, I settled before the idiot box flicking through the various Tamil channels (I wasn’t in the mood to watch Animal Planet, the dinosaur was still out there) trying to figure out what was worth a watch. I ended up watching BABA, one of the few abstractly sensible movies of Rajni that flopped because it was low on SQ (Stupidity Quotient).
As I was sipping my coffee, my cousin ran up to me to ring the bell a third time.
“Can you teach me Hindi?” I’m not sure if I’d have made my high school teachers proud or lead them into a state of eternal shock. I wasn’t a total dunce at Hindi (I can speak well, that’s for the ones sneering out there), but if there was anyone who could screw up grammar, with the small and big ki’s and all the hieroglyphic-like symbols, it was me. I cant recall the number of time’s my mom has tried to explain Hindi grammar, but it never got to me. Teaching my cousin this afternoon as I looked back, almost no one in a right state of mind would have had me teaching Hindi. But what the hell, what goes around comes around, just like the dinosaurs…
Monday
CATatouille!
Today, I completed my annual ritual of submitting the CAT application seeking admission to the II of M's. As I stood in the queue at the Post Office for the speed post(trust me, there was one for a change!), I noticed that 5 CAT applications were submitted amongst the 8 persons in the queue. A CAT question with a statement of the sort like, "At most, 62.5% of the population in Bangalore gives the CAT examination in 2008". Typical sort of statements filled with at most's and at least's (punctuated by words that sometimes make me wonder when they were added to the dictionary) that are intended at bamboozling the candidate rather than provoke thinking of any sort.
Let me make a comparison here. Avani Avittam, this is the annual ceremony where brahmins change the 'sacred thread' or poonal. This happens once a year and brahmins congregate in small numbers world over to perform the "ritual" irrespective of whether they have been regular or not in performing the prayers that have be performed after having adorned the thread. See a similarity? I do! I do! The CAT exam, "candidates" congregate at centers across the country, irrespective of whether or not they have prepared or not, oh and did I mention, its once a year!
There was some talk recently that they IIMs wanted to make the CAT online, at the click of a mouse (he he he, forgive for that!). I'm not sure if thats ever possible considering the logistics of having over 1.5 lac people accessing simultaneously. Just imagine the investment needed, the bandwidth. If they do manage to make it online, the speed of the candidate will not be the only speed that matters. I doubt if that is possible in the next 5 or 10 years even, unless the bandwidth and internet capabilities grow enormously (which I'm sure will happen) and the number of candidates does not increase at the rate at which it has increased in the last 3 years, which I doubt is going to be the case, considering that in India, we have universities churning out engineers like mass production of ball-point pens. So, just not happening mate!
While I was in college, I felt only freshers should be given a chance at CAT. Being the hypocrite with "work-ex", I wish the freshers were banned. Eh, what the hell man, I do not have any intent of being politically right. Why should freshers be allowed (Think I'll take that separately, though I cant leave the curses out), Let them go and feel the real world of management, schedules, time lines and what not.
Anyways, to sort of set the icing on the cake, the exam itself is not an exercise to "identify" the manager in a person. Thats about as true as being able to spot a wart on an ants left butt. Considering that over a lac of people give the exam every year for a few thousand seats, this is the best way to eliminate people. Why change a system when it serves the purpose?
Let me make a comparison here. Avani Avittam, this is the annual ceremony where brahmins change the 'sacred thread' or poonal. This happens once a year and brahmins congregate in small numbers world over to perform the "ritual" irrespective of whether they have been regular or not in performing the prayers that have be performed after having adorned the thread. See a similarity? I do! I do! The CAT exam, "candidates" congregate at centers across the country, irrespective of whether or not they have prepared or not, oh and did I mention, its once a year!
There was some talk recently that they IIMs wanted to make the CAT online, at the click of a mouse (he he he, forgive for that!). I'm not sure if thats ever possible considering the logistics of having over 1.5 lac people accessing simultaneously. Just imagine the investment needed, the bandwidth. If they do manage to make it online, the speed of the candidate will not be the only speed that matters. I doubt if that is possible in the next 5 or 10 years even, unless the bandwidth and internet capabilities grow enormously (which I'm sure will happen) and the number of candidates does not increase at the rate at which it has increased in the last 3 years, which I doubt is going to be the case, considering that in India, we have universities churning out engineers like mass production of ball-point pens. So, just not happening mate!
While I was in college, I felt only freshers should be given a chance at CAT. Being the hypocrite with "work-ex", I wish the freshers were banned. Eh, what the hell man, I do not have any intent of being politically right. Why should freshers be allowed (Think I'll take that separately, though I cant leave the curses out), Let them go and feel the real world of management, schedules, time lines and what not.
Anyways, to sort of set the icing on the cake, the exam itself is not an exercise to "identify" the manager in a person. Thats about as true as being able to spot a wart on an ants left butt. Considering that over a lac of people give the exam every year for a few thousand seats, this is the best way to eliminate people. Why change a system when it serves the purpose?
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