"India finishes 2nd. First podium finish for India".......and i went WHAT!!????
are you kidding me? is there an Indian team in formula one? which one? that team called 'force India'? i wonder why that mallya guy calls it that. for publicity sake i guess, maybe he thinks that would make people back home feel that 'mallya is indeed patriotic', probably he thinks he can fool Indians into thinking that force India is indeed an Indian team making a mark in the world of motor sport..... wish i could read his mind, but since i cant, heres my speculation on how his brain works....
now, most of the teams in formula one in my opinion are either owned by brands that get a lot of publicity out of owning a formula one team, namely red bull and the likes or they are car manufacturers that are vying for the top spot for a rise in their sales. if i were given an option between a Ferrari and a Jaguar (price and specifications being the same) i would obviously pick a Ferrari. because jaguar doesn't have a formula one team and the one that Ferrari has is really good. I'd hope that some of their formula one expertise would trickle down to its road cars as well.
i do not buy kingfisher airlines tickets and nor does anyone else because its owner also has a formula one team. i don't think he (vijay mallya) believes that motor sport enthusiasts have suddenly developed a taste for kingfisher soda (and other assorted beverages) after his success in formula one. so, in my opinion, all vijay mallya is doing, is living his motor sport fantasies, and how!!! indeed, money hai, toh honey hai...!!!
i wish he spent some moolah on education here in India. unfortunately people here have to work many times more than he does to sport a 'Dr.' before their names. what an irony. a businessman who makes money out of alcohol and tobacco and airlines thats not for the commoners and spends a fortune on his love of motor sport is touted as a patriot and gets a seat in the rajya sabha. if i even as much as express my wish to pursue my higher education abroad, questions like, "why abroad and why not India?" and "why private sector and why not govt job?" are immediately raised.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
fresh food
he: "who are you calling?"
me: "no one in particular. just giving a missed call home so that mom knows i will be home in 5 minutes"
he: "and?"
me: "and mom will start making rotis for me so that i dont have to wait and a can finish it off and head back on time"
its nice to have your college so close to your home i thought for the gazillionth time since i joined the god forbidden college of mine.
on my way home i meet some usual people, people who seem to be there just to see me walk past them during the lunch break, some of those dont seem to be around any other time i pass that way. a perfume vendor who lays ground right at the gate of noor masjid, a little further a few taxi wallas at the edge of the road, near the turn, about halfway down the road, a great black dog (forgive me for the lack of knowledge of their breeds) has taken a liking to barking at a hungry stomach (on my way back he behaves like a perfect gentledog).
so i reach home and tune in to nat geo. "so much for national pride" i heard Paul Merton say while getting out for the 24th time in front of the wickets and 1st time without being blindfolded in a game of cricket......of the blind.
Paul Mertons is the only show on nat geo and similar channels about the life in India that i have ever liked. its, in my books, somewhere between 'dogfights' and 'international terrorism since...' on the 'i like it' scale.
In this particular show, Paul Merton is taken for a visit to some place in Rajasthan by an RJ. the peregrination starts from the radio station (where Paul Merton gets a lesson on Hinglish) to a seemingly small place similar in 'the feel' of a hospital. -I HATE HOSPITALS- . its a place where the disabled, particularly those who lost their limb/s or never had them from birth get an artificial one fitted. they say that its among the first places that started work on prosthetic limbs and the cheapest place to get yourself a prosthetic limb. yes. cheapest on earth. its free of cost. and from taking measurements to fabricating the prosthetic limb to fitting the artificial limb, just takes about an hour or so.
so this little boy (probably 9-10 years old by the looks) had a leg less (donno if it was right or left) from birth. got his measurements done and in no time his long lost friend, this one in plastic, was presented to him. he didnt waste a second in strapping it to whatever part of the leg he had in flesh and off he went. i had read in my English text book in school about Sudha Chandran who lost her leg in an accident and later had great difficulty in performing with the prosthetic, mostly because of the pain. and some pain it was. and yet, i saw, the boy did not walk. his firs steps on two feet were a sprint. Usain Bolt wouldnt have felt as happy on his victory, i thought, as that little boy must be feeling now. and yet the boy seemed to carry an expression that said "uh, this? so what? big deal..!!".
but surely he must have been very happy. yeah surely. even i was. and did i feel tears in my eyes? no cant be. i was irritated by the lectures. i was frustrated. "oh, what medicines make me do!". thought i better finish my lunch before i get too late.
me: "no one in particular. just giving a missed call home so that mom knows i will be home in 5 minutes"
he: "and?"
me: "and mom will start making rotis for me so that i dont have to wait and a can finish it off and head back on time"
its nice to have your college so close to your home i thought for the gazillionth time since i joined the god forbidden college of mine.
on my way home i meet some usual people, people who seem to be there just to see me walk past them during the lunch break, some of those dont seem to be around any other time i pass that way. a perfume vendor who lays ground right at the gate of noor masjid, a little further a few taxi wallas at the edge of the road, near the turn, about halfway down the road, a great black dog (forgive me for the lack of knowledge of their breeds) has taken a liking to barking at a hungry stomach (on my way back he behaves like a perfect gentledog).
so i reach home and tune in to nat geo. "so much for national pride" i heard Paul Merton say while getting out for the 24th time in front of the wickets and 1st time without being blindfolded in a game of cricket......of the blind.
Paul Mertons is the only show on nat geo and similar channels about the life in India that i have ever liked. its, in my books, somewhere between 'dogfights' and 'international terrorism since...' on the 'i like it' scale.
In this particular show, Paul Merton is taken for a visit to some place in Rajasthan by an RJ. the peregrination starts from the radio station (where Paul Merton gets a lesson on Hinglish) to a seemingly small place similar in 'the feel' of a hospital. -I HATE HOSPITALS- . its a place where the disabled, particularly those who lost their limb/s or never had them from birth get an artificial one fitted. they say that its among the first places that started work on prosthetic limbs and the cheapest place to get yourself a prosthetic limb. yes. cheapest on earth. its free of cost. and from taking measurements to fabricating the prosthetic limb to fitting the artificial limb, just takes about an hour or so.
so this little boy (probably 9-10 years old by the looks) had a leg less (donno if it was right or left) from birth. got his measurements done and in no time his long lost friend, this one in plastic, was presented to him. he didnt waste a second in strapping it to whatever part of the leg he had in flesh and off he went. i had read in my English text book in school about Sudha Chandran who lost her leg in an accident and later had great difficulty in performing with the prosthetic, mostly because of the pain. and some pain it was. and yet, i saw, the boy did not walk. his firs steps on two feet were a sprint. Usain Bolt wouldnt have felt as happy on his victory, i thought, as that little boy must be feeling now. and yet the boy seemed to carry an expression that said "uh, this? so what? big deal..!!".
but surely he must have been very happy. yeah surely. even i was. and did i feel tears in my eyes? no cant be. i was irritated by the lectures. i was frustrated. "oh, what medicines make me do!". thought i better finish my lunch before i get too late.
sodium chloride
"The NaCl conditions are given to you in the froblem. Now if the saap rotates by......" he went and i wondered if it will ever end. this was obviously not the beginning of the lecture; it was more towards the end. i wished the design data books of all my mechanical engineer brothers and sis....erm.....brothers could just disappear and take him along. i felt helpless, and irritated even more. yes. irritated. frustrated. i knew i was frustrated. and i have a suspicion that its got something to do with my medicines. medicines....yeah....medicines. shit. i hate hospitals. i hate doctors(not the pretty ones who are still studying but those who look at me in the face and immediately conclude that i need a blood test). blood tests, i hate them.
bloody blood tests! whats the need to take so much blood? two bloody test tubes! you starting a charitable trust for vampires or what? i had a swab test done too. just 3 quick swabs of my saliva from the throat.......they did not ask me to spit 2 test tubes full! why, i wouldn't mind doing that if they had asked me.....you dont almost faint after spitting 2 test tubes full, or so i believe. "NaCl....ly the saap is at rest. bhen its starts moving,......", he went on.
bloody blood tests! whats the need to take so much blood? two bloody test tubes! you starting a charitable trust for vampires or what? i had a swab test done too. just 3 quick swabs of my saliva from the throat.......they did not ask me to spit 2 test tubes full! why, i wouldn't mind doing that if they had asked me.....you dont almost faint after spitting 2 test tubes full, or so i believe. "NaCl....ly the saap is at rest. bhen its starts moving,......", he went on.
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