an apple a day keeps the peers at bay...

Uncluttered, simple and straight forward, and yet so very effective... I am referring to the Jobs' wonder that is apparently so free from the jazz that the others abound in...the lethal combo of earthy ergonomics and the heavenly aesthetics is surely a clincher, I should add... be it the products themselves or the paraphernalia that come along... and while setting up the Pod, for once I felt really happy and was at ease...


As for the others, they would do well to take a leaf out of Jobs' book if they harbor any dreams of endearing themselves to the masses and attain a cult status, moreso...


Did I hear premium?


Well, lest the aspirational level come down, nice things in life come at a price...

...Elvis has left the building

alas! he has

The Motorcycle Diaries

from Stem Cells to Quantum Computers, from biodiesel to eco-architecture, from Maggi noodles to Mercedes Benz


If things fall in place, if Saturn decides to smile on me, if the right planets are in the right houses, if Rahu and Kethu are aligned at the right angles to one another, I shall embark on a month-long trip, spanning the length and possibly, the breadth of India on a Bullet in some time to come...




and NO, I shall not turn a Marxist at the end of it...

Salaam Bombay?

Wonder what it is about Bombay that it gets reported about and is in the public glare more often than not?

"bombay sneezes makes for a good breaking news. bombay burps makes for a good piece".

Reams and sufficient bandwith are dedicated to the mumbaikar's indomitable spirit... indomitable spirit??

No life, no matter which part it belongs to, can be an object of ridicule... due respect to all those innocent souls who fell prey to the blasts...

Now how less important or how less valuable are the hoi polloi of a Srinagar or a Baramulla? what about those who have been living there for aeons despite the eternal fear of death lurking somewhere in the corner; who go to beds not sure if they would wake up to the sun shining on them the next morning? Has the lack of any glitterati in these regions made these lives insulated from our concern and thought?


I wonder if the regularity of such occurences out there has made people take it for granted that it's ok... this is the norm, yeh sab hota hai... nothing much can be done there...

Often I have asked. just why dont they leave the place and relocate?... and yes, I have been met with silences whenever I have asked... I should have known.

Can nothing much be done there? nothing?

For the fervour with which they go about with their daily grind, claymores or no claymores, and for the stubbornness shown in adhering to their roots, the little that I can do is doff my hats to their spirit...


Srinagar's indomitable spirit...

Zoom barabar Zoom...

"You will want to read this mail", said she.

"What", cried he.


Photography Brownbag session Nalanda 3.30-4.30... From:Param
To: @HEALTH HCIITS Acute Care Eng India...
Hi all,On popular demand (!), here's a session where I'll talk about the basics of photography, including... blah blah blah...
Pls feel free to fwd this meeting request to anybody else in other teams who may be interested in this session.
Cheers,Param

Happy as he felt, he reverted to his desk swivelling in his chair with a sense of dejection written on his face. Dejected because he never took to bulk mails and chain mails. Impersonal they are, he always thought.

Ctrl-Alt-Del got punched in in no time almost mechanically and the Outlook was there as if almost silently chortling at him and never looked so villainous.

Inbox(1) declared the dutiful dead monitor.


Double-clicks would never have been so quicker and faster and only the keys themselves would have been the proof of the weight and the force when pounded upon.

Photography Brownbag session Nalanda 3.30-4.30... From:Param
To: @HEALTH HCIITS Acute Care Eng India...
Hi all,On popular demand (!), here's a session where I'll talk about the basics of photography, including... blah blah blah...
Pls feel free to fwd this meeting request to anybody else in other teams who may be interested in this session.
Cheers,Param

"Yeah, what's new? The shitty server had to bring this to me and that too this late", he was left thinking to himself.

Little did he realise that this one was different... Indeed it was...

Amidst all the familiarity of the content, courtesy the previous reading, lied an interesting line that put a glow on his face and boy was he happy?



Required attendee: Santosh Kumar T K

maudlin? ...like i care

In this world where every relation, at the risk of sounding cynical, has turned into "you-give-i-take-i-give-you-take", one connect that has remained pristine and shall remain so, is the parent-filial one;between the mother and the child,moreso. In this perennial breeding ground revolving around the Sun, where people are finding it increasingly difficult to relate to anything and anyone, what tells a mother to nurture her young one to good health, what tells her to caress, fondle the baby in good times and against ALL odds? All this when she might not even have the faintest of an idea about the reciprocation of the same love in her withering days? Where there is only an unconditional give and no iota of expectation or a take. Yesterday came an answer from a source who I have started looking upto of late and to whom I shall remain indebted for furnishing those little yet pregnant words and making it easy for me when answering the sceptics and the like. He said it is God. For those ever-ready to sneer and scoff at this I only have to add that God lies in that indescribable, intangible feeling and not in those stones and shrines that we seem to have built. Godliness is a feeling and not a theory to be dismissed.

Point to ponder, a thought to mull over...

... nee evide?

she symbolised that stereotypical lady to me...

of a small town naivete... of a small town boldness that serves as a defense mechanism... of small town timidness... of small town "i-see-world-as-chess-squares" nature... of a small town heart-on-your sleeves nature... of small town love- of small town display of love... of small town frailty... of small town insecurities... of small town desires and dreams...

of small town brashness, of small town crudeness... of small town refinement...

of small town ways... of small town rant... of small town gab...

of small town vision... of small town lack of vision... of small town like for Raj and Simran... of small town hatred for men...
of small town readiness to cocoon... of small town need to be cocooned...

of small town love for thenga chutney and appam... of small town like for pazham ... and of small town love for pachha pazham chips...

of small town glint in the eyes... of small town fire in the eyes... of small town moist eyes...

of small town desire to break free... of small town resoluteness...

of small town thing to cling to the roots...


remya, where art thou?

Mr.Goody-Two-Shoes

wonder why it is so goddamn difficult to get a decent pair these days? last evening i would have traversed most of, if not all, the commercial districts (that scream "happening") of the city i live in,and yet i found none satiated my need for simple, well cut, no frills, classy leg-gear... all the places that i went to abounded in what i would mercilessly term junk and that wouldn't demand a second glance from me... ... what boggles me is they are obsecenely expensive and you had better watch out...


why is it so difficult to embrace simplicity? why has junk and crap come to symbolise fashion, of late? why do comfort and feel-good factor take a back seat and almost get eclipsed by the need to fit in? why is there so much weight in the theory that the taste of the youth of today is all the janitor box variety?


... can this be extrapolated to other phenomena as well? of cars, of bikes, of movies, of sports, of accessories or looking at the bigger picture our tastes, our lifestyles and our ideologies woven around them? or is it the mass factor that has come to influence us big time... which is what probably explains the immense craze for Dhonis over immensely talented, a zillion times more, Laxmans...



is it too much asking for that oasis called old-world charm?

FEET OF CLAY?

wonder what is it about the red mud that proves a constant thorn in the flesh for the greats so much so that a genius gets Rogered himself... ... ... quite ironically

Paint it Yellow

My tastes are getting Yellow...
i hate Yellow... Yellow journalism...


i hope this is a passing phase... i seek recourse to meaningful and fulfilling stuff...


craving it, would be an understatement...