Wacko Jacko!!

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I am no fan of MJ, but found it interesting...

Ah! Finally..Something funnier than dasavatharam

Name of the party: Praja Rajyam (Ok wait, is that the name of the founder's next movie also??)

Founder: Chiranjeevi (Oops!, Mega Star Chiranjeevi)

Ideology: Fight political corruption “at the top” (On top of what?!)

Agenda:Socialism and empowerment of the poor and downtrodden (If you really wanna empower them; then start by not calling them downtrodden)

Launch: Avilala Tank grounds, Tirupati with thronging followers who arrived in 18 special trains. (At the cost of throwing normal life out of gear)

Flag:White and Green hoisted by a physically challenged youth. (Am I in a telegu movie theater?)

Will support: The telegana (Wow! Now what happened to the socialism promise?)

More Promises:

1. A scientific assessment of categorization of the Scheduled Castes (Of course, another Sachar committee report)

2. Consult intellectuals before arriving at a decision. (Do you really want a comment here?)

Silver lining:Favor of industrialization

Clichés:

“I am your servant and not your leader.” (You can start by getting off the dais)

“My parents looked after me for 22 years, but you have been carrying me for 30 years on your shoulders” (30 years were a punishment enough. Did we have a choice??)

Verdict:Shows all signs of becoming a political joke.

Moral: Will actors ever learn?

Today...

Today...

it hurts to smile…it hurts to see others smile...it hurts to think of a certain someone’s smile…

It pains to cry…it pains to see others cry…it pains to discern that a certain someone will never be there to wipe the tears away..

I am glad but despondent...I am despondent because I am glad...

I miss her...

I want her back...

Mush steps down.

Musharaff resigns…Well, that was expected. There cannot be any more disgrace that can be brought to the President's office if the President himself is threatened with impeachment. Clearly it is also very embarrassing to stay in an office where people have already asked you to pack your bags.

But did anybody even try to make this resignation dignified?

Mushy himself said, "I announce my decision to step down from the office of the President for the sake of the country". Huh???

“This is not the time for individual bravado. This is the time for serious reflection. Whether I win or lose, the nation will lose in every way. It will be a blow to the dignity of the nation and to the office of the President,”

Well Mr. President, you should thought of ‘serious internal instability’ and ‘dignity’ when you decided to unceremoniously kick the Chief Justice out of the office, and ruthlessly amending the Constitution of Pakistan which only resulted in riots and bloodshed all over the country.

How about the others? PPP and PML (N) burst crackers. They also declared his exit as a “triumph for democracy".
The concept of a coalition government itself defeats the purpose of democracy. It shows that the people do not support the leading parties. And the parties without enough support have to join hands with other parties with completely different ideologies to form a government. Sometimes parties which are allies at the Center are opposition at the state. How appalling is that? And to think of such people talking about democracy is repulsive.

Our Indian leaders surprisingly shut up. BJP and Congress alike said that his resignation was an ‘internal matter’ of Pakistan and they wouldn’t want to comment. Now that’s what I call good diplomacy. On second thoughts it could also mean they are too scared of Mushy even when he is powerless.

Way to go! So who is the butt of all these jokes finally? The common man of course! Also dying a slow rotten death at the hands of these hopeless fundamentalists are the brass tacks of an institution called ‘Democracy’.

Evanescence…

Twilight hour...Darkness enveloped her.

As she groped her way to the top, she shuddered in cold. Her hands were numb, yet she assiduously climbed. When she finally reached her destination, she closed her eyes and felt the cold breeze brush against her cheeks. She could smell the faint odour of wet mud. Freshly dug up mud. When she opened her eyes, she could see the vast blanket of the never-ending sky. She pushed open the gates and ambled in hesitantly. The eerie silence urged her to walk faster. Pulling her cloak even more tightly around her she proceeded.

With each passing minute, she could feel her heart throb harder. Her hands kneaded into a tight knot. Her legs became feeble. She could hear herself walking. The rhythmic sound of her feet. One at a time. Slowly. One tap after the other.

But he was already there. Fear gripped her. Her mind was torn between the desire to stand still and the urge to run away.

But he was there just round the corner. Exactly where she had last left him. Looking just like how he had looked last time.

She could not restrain herself any longer. She threw open her cloak and ran to him. She longed for the familiar warmth of his arms. His cheerful demeanor had always lifted her spirits. His determination and principles had awed her. His love and warmth had assured her.

Every time she felt low, he would wrap his arms around her tightly and quietly whisper 'I will be there for you'. She would then look into his eyes and see her pain in him. When they snuggled into each others arms on a cold night, she would rest her head on his chest and fall fast asleep.

Now she could see his silhouette looming closer and closer every minute. She quickened her pace.

He did not hear her coming. He stood tall, patiently awaiting her. She fondly raised her hands to touch him.

He did not turn. She rested her hands on him and leaned against him. He still did not budge. Had he stopped liking her? Where was the tenderness she had always felt when he was around? Why was he so cold? What did she do to deserve this? She silently wept on him. Yet he did not offer any solace or comfort. He did not even concede her presence.

After her tears dried up, she took out a wilted lily from her shirt. It was his favorite flower. She kissed it, put it on his feet and walked away.

The journey back was longer. She gathered her cloak and tried to walk away as soon as possible. When she reached the gates, she turned around in the anticipation that he would call her back.

All she could hear were the graveyard bells, chiming peacefully over its lessees.

Three Mistakes of My Life

What starts as an interesting story, ends rather abruptly in Chetan Bhagat's, 'Three mistakes of my life'.

The story line is quite similar to his previous writings. The blundering protagonist, his love-interest, friendship, sacrifice, blah and some more blah is what makes up his third book too.

One exception is that, the Godhra riots, Gujarat earthquake and the India-Australia series are interspersed with the story quite cleverly, with each of these events paving way for the protagonist to realize the mistakes he commits.

What ever happened to the trademark self-deprecatory humor, Chetan's books were famous for? Humor is almost non-existent in this book, which makes a few parts very yawnable and forgettable. Further the hero is projected as being too perfect in the first half of the book and too flawed in the second. The readers are fed an over-dose of cricket as well.

The book has its good moments too. All the scenes between Vidya and Govind are well-crafted and thoroughly enjoyable. Vidya's reaction to Govind's explanation of probability with greeting cards was exceptionally amusing.

"Let's say i take all your cards and put them in a sack. Then i pull one out. What is the probability the card is colored?"

"Why would you put them in a sack?", she said.

At the same time, a few scenes make me wonder if guys really do think the way Chetan explains or if it is exaggerated!!!For instance, there is one part where Vidya touches Govind's hand and he notices the fairness of her arms, long fingers, blue veins,nail polish, what not and that too in a few seconds. (Read: gag gag)

On the whole, it is definitely not a great book nor is it Chetan's best work. Three mistakes, is an entertainer, but that's about it.

Celebrating Friendship.

Yesterday was Friendship day!!!

I am not a great follower of these days… Nor do I believe in such days, including birthdays... :)...Yes, I don’t celebrate my birthday!

But an incident that happened yesterday and today, made me fully realize and appreciate the actual meaning of the maxim...’A friend in need is a friend indeed'
:)

Pop Goes the Weasel!!!

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.

Up and down the city road,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.

For you may try to sew and sew,
But you'll never make anything regal,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.

The monkey and the weasel fought,
The weasel's really feeble,
The monkey punched him in the face,
Pop! goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle—
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.

I had always found this little rhyme very intriguing. I knew it was not just another nonsensical verse meant for kids. I was pretty sure it had some surrogate implication. Well, I was right! Check the link below for the actual meaning of this seemingly innocent rhyme.

Here goes…

Happy birthday….

Raise a toast to the 'Boy Who Lived'
Happy birthday Harry Potter!!!!
Today is the birthday of one of world's most loved fictional character, Harry Potter. This ingenious creation of J.K. Rowling managed to mesmerize children and adults alike and still continues to enthrall them.

This Pottermania struck me too. To be honest, there were days when I was angry with the newly found craze for the book. I was a faithful reader of HP long before it became a sensation, and here were people claiming to be hardcore fans, but in reality were the ones who started reading only after it came on TV.

I still very vividly recall how I used to read HP books during my 10th board exams when all the others around me fretted and fumed with math formulae. What was math compared to magic? I used to ask myself.

When the last book of HP came out, I was torn between extreme ecstasy and intense misery. I was happy that the mystery would finally be solved but at the same time the very thought of growing up and being no longer the little kid who could read HP, was agonizing.

Though the last book was a damp squib, I couldn’t help but love it. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole book and when I turned the last page to close it, my eyes became moist. But even now, when I am low, I immediately reach out to my shelf to pull out my favorite HP book and re-read a few pages. It takes me to the nonchalant childhood days when you had nothing to worry about. Sigh!! Nostalgia – The prefect medicine to a worn-out soul.