GS' Beats

Theory: Object of this post is to prove by demonstration that "- 1" greater than "+ 1", and "-10" is greater than "10". Lets take some number, say 10. (a) 10 ÷ 100 = 0.1 (That was easy, wasn't it) (b) 10 ÷ 10 = 1 (Don't tell me you used a calculator for this) (c) 10 ÷ 5 = 2 (Slightly tough - Part 1) (d) 10 ÷ 4 = 2.5 (Decimals..... I know, it is tough, it will get tougher ahead) (e) 10 ÷ 3 = 3.333333..... (I see you sweating) (f) 10 ÷ 2 = 5 (Slightly tough - Part 2) (g) 10 ÷ 1 = 10 (Before you touch the calculator or "Phone Your Friend", mail me your house address. I would like to pay you a visit, with grating teeth and clenched fist) (h) 10 ÷ 0 = 8..... Sorry. Let me kick it dead. It is " ∞" (i) 10 ÷ - 1 = -10 (ii) 10 ÷ - 2 = -5 (iii) 10 ÷ - 5 = - 2 (iv) 10 ÷ - 10 = -1 The Conclusion: As the denominator decreases, the result on the RHS increases. We see that when the denominator was 100, RHS value was 0.1 and it kept ...

She was the first girl, I had chased. She was also the first girl who had chased me. She was my first soul mate for she was the only one in the entire class who used to play with me. There were no inhibitions between us. We played as long as time would permit. We played as long as people would permit. Though I was barely five, I knew that I will marry only her, when I have moustache some time later, for I was madly in love with her. After all, what is life without play? Who better to play with other than her. My definition of love was just that. Play. Only later did I notice all those uncles and aunts of my street, my area and those among my relatives, and my own pop and mom, that they were not playing with each other. Often they would engage in the verbal version of world wrestling entertainment. They came together, went together, but never played together. If they don't play together, why were they together? Only then did I realize that simply because you love playing with a part...

"The executive council of the IOA observed that the presence of Hooper has not proved beneficial to the Organising Committee. Instead, he has only been an impedimen t to the functioning despite spending two years in Delhi. It advised that the Organising Committee write to the CGF recommending Hooper's repatriation from Delhi on an urgent basis to allow its smooth functioning," said Kalmadi, the chairman of the Organising Committee. Kalmadi further said that technical review committee, as recommended by CGF president Mike Fennell, would lead to multiplicity of authority. " We are ready to add some more experts but there is no need for a committee . We are already submitting a report on the progress of the games to the Prime Minister and games federation so there is no need for another committee" Suresh Kalmadi WTF? If he has really been an impediment, Hooper atleast has got a place to go away from India. Where will Kalmadi go? MF! Twenty Years, and all we have...

Its "Global Handwashing Day" today! WTF? And, whats next? My left hand is already itching!! Should I wait?

What else, a but a movie. Or is it Thursday? Well, I am sure it started on a Wednesday. I don't exactly remember when was the last time I watched a movie all alone, because thats when I watch them thoroughly, savouring every moment and every scene, looking deep, trying to understand the character, significance of a scene, etc. "Unnaipol Oruvan", is the remake of "A Wednesday", that impact of a movie starring ever affable Naseerudin Shah and "Dr. Jekyl / Mr. Hyde" kinda actor Anupam Kher, you love him or hate him based on the movie you have watched. What one experiences while watching "A Wednesday", is a sense of awakening. You don't feel energized (a la Jackie Chan movie), but warm, with a sense that even we can be true hero. No, its not in the way, an ordinary man beats twenty baddies with brawn, but the genuine "Common Man", whose brains energized by raw emotions, can outsmart to eradicate evil. Powerhouse performances from th...

Kowshic was, or rather “is”, my first kid. I consider him so as he was the first baby whom I had an opportunity to handle (sans the nappy changing part!) and play around for a long time. I loved him. I adored him. I would have destroyed anything or anyone that even remotely tried harming him, for he was pure. Pure goodness, genuine emotions, infectious smile, innocence untouched by vagaries of our politically correct lifestyle in public, rank opposite in private. Isn’t it the reason why we love most of the babies? I, for one, haven’t had any repulsive feelings towards any babies. I find them cute. All the people I have been around also feel the same. So they have told me. So far so good. This post is not about Kowshic though. It is about our love towards toddlers like him. How genuine it is? Often, the true character of a person comes out in times of grave crisis. One such crisis in personal life, which I see in quite a few people, had thrown this thought at me, couple of years back. T...

What a coincidence that I referred Michael Jackson (MJ) in my post , only to see his obituary the next day? I am not going to dwell into that. Neither am I going to ramble about how good he was or how bad he was, in his personal life. Nor this post will do anything remotely as to pass a judgement on the morality. This is all about the little connection my life has had with MJ, or more specifically his songs. With lots of people sharing their emotions online and in person over the punitive genius, here is my share to that - a small one, but emotional it is. The first I heard of Michael Jackson was just before my teens. The first song I heard him sing, completely, was Black or White, in one of music videos in MTV, the very first month, we had a Colour Television with Cable connection. That was January 1998. I never used to listen to any English Songs. Not that I did not want to, but did not have an opportunity. Even the little I heard through Radio Channels, or at my uncles place (mostly...