Random Ramblings, Random Reflections!!

this is the beauty i want to stradle for sometime to come....

Standing in the balcony, watching the Bangalore skyline awash with fireworks, it struck me that we are spending too much money on celebrating Deepavali/Divali. Deepavali, the festival of lights has led to us literally burning crazy monies on fireworks which for all practical purposes does more harm than good to anyone(think of the environment!). How much of pleasure we get from seeing a firework is something we need to introspect. Though we all make a hue and cry about the need for governments to start austerity drives, we as individuals do nothing! Typical armchair middle class The thought of literally converting money to smoke and fire rattled and bothered me. While we have enough money to party and buy fireworks, there is another set of Indians who have to work their ass off to earn 2 square meals a day.. forget 3! I kept imaging how many mouths could have been fed with the money we blew up. We and me are not really bothered about the poorer lot.. this is the fact. Diwali can actua

 

Against all odds and proving all detractors wrong, i participated and completed the 25km course at the Cyclothon 2009 Bangalore this Sunday The Sunday started very early at 4.30 am. Got ready, shoved the cycle into the car with lots of difficulty and drive down to the venue-BIEC on Tumkur Road, which itself was a good one hour drive from home. While I was expecting to see 100 odd people at the venue, i was in for a pleasant surprise. There some 500-600 already gathered at the venue. Towards the flag off time, there were close to 5000 cyclists in the holdup area. It was an incredible feeling that needs to be experienced. I never imagined that so many Bangaloreans would get up so early in the morning and come and ride! BSA Hercules had also organised cycles on hire for the race. The crowd was a milieu of amateur cyclists, pure enthusiasts, corporates, army folks and kids out to enjoy. The rides were classified into Elite (60kms), Amateur (36 kms), Green Ride (25kms), Fun Ride (10kms).

I chanced upon a CBSE Social Studies textbook for Class VIII yesterday while my wife was preparing teaching notes for the kids at school. Observations from that exercise: If the syllabus in a text book is a reflection of our academic system, CBSE has been successful in shocking me. I am dismayed at the extremely superficial nature of what is being taught in schools. While there are arguments that the all studies up to Class 10 need only be superficial, I fail to understand the logic behind it.. Most of the time, the school years are spent studying, not learning. In retrospect, I feel that even if kids are just studying (and not learning!), it remains with you the rest of your life. Proof of the pudding was that, I was able to explain to my wife the background of the Mughal empire, the key distinguishing features of most of the rulers and their contributions in detail. All this, from my memory. A little bit of googling around confirmed that I was bang on! Textbooks are supposed to provi

In the 36 years of existence in this planet, how many times have i gone to the gym? Once and for 5 days to be precise. Not very strange considering the fact that I tip the scale a good 105 Kgs.. fat deposits carefully nurtured and built over a decade of helping Dr. VJM build his empire. And what i have achieved? Just mass! My family and wife in particular have been pestering me for ages to get going and start on a lean meal diet to at least maintain the existing weight, if not reduce. Well, being the thick skinned rhino that I am, no amount coaxing, cajoling or ridiculing from friends and relatives could do the trick. I knew that the call has to come from inside – inside me.. And it finally came last week. For some time, I have been trying to change my wardrobe, which has been relatively the same for some 4 years now.. (I’m one of those minimalist types who do not feel the necessity to buy new stuff every month). Pushed by my wife, I decided to start hunting for some shirts and Tees e

1. Hey, u do want I want you to do! (The Dictator!) 2. Hey, you do your work, let me do mine (The Single married man!) 3. Love, shall we do this? (The Participative Hubby) 4. Love, you tell me how to do this? (Wifey decides!) 5. Hey, Im the bread winner, my dictate rules! (My rules rule!) 6. Honey, can i use the loo pls? (The doggy life) 7. Babe.. let me ask my mom if its ok we have a roll tonight! (Mama’s boy) 8. Leave things to me, you sit and enjoy! (The Manager Boss) 9. Arrgh, don’t dog walk me! Gimme my freedom (The pestered hubby!) Which one are you???

A rocked ship A beached whale An elephant in a pit A plane that has no place to land Helpless!

Obnoxious, detestable, repugnant and gross!! This came from a chain mail.. I have used my sensibilities to crop the picture and keep the identity of the person unknown. This is absolutely gross show of wealth. Weddings have become platforms for people to show off their wealth! I wish the next gen will not follow this!

Fighting for LEFT overs LEFT with Karats (read carrots) Feeling LEFT out What’s LEFT?? Nothing LEFT! LEFT Bengal is finally West Bengal!

I fail to understand the hooplah over our concern for Gandhiji’s memorabilia when we as a country and citizens of the country have restricted ourselves to remembering the Mahatma twice a year- on his bday and on Martyrs day...actually just once a year because October 2nd is a holiday and Martyrs Day is not! His values, ethos and teachings have become redundant to this generation for whom materialism and ‘I, Me, Mine’ concepts have become paramount... and this includes me too... I feel it is pointless that we create such a hype when an auction takes place in another part of the world and that too for memorabilia Gandhi had given.. As a government is power or as citizens of the country, are we really concerned about anything that happens here? As long it does not directly affect me, my family and my social circles, non of us are bothered about anything.. Be it poverty, good governance or Gandhi memorabilia... But the moment petrol prices go up by a rupee, I’m concerned!! Strange fellows,