GS' Beats

Experience = Best Teacher? Almost There.... US is still grappling. Greece was almost knocked out dead, only to be saved by a strand. Italy has already shaken the world over. Spain is already cornered. Portugal, Japan, France are in queue. Japan is no longer the athletic economy it used to be. Often standing still and sometimes contracting, with the frequent natural calamities not being helpful either. Pakistan never had an economy. Russia always had only a black economy. If reports are to be believed, with the retirement of China's golden generation, it will house chunk of world's pensioners. Though they are paid, there is no productivity, and hence China may even struggle to grow, leave alone the frentic pace it is known far. Despite devaluation of their currency. Despite their military threat. Despite their new found expertise in arms trading. Half the world economy is still in tatters. Who is next on the hit list? India? May be. We may still escape. It depends. ...

What is odd about "Paanch"? Is what it portrays so wrong that it does not warrant even a "A" certificate from the Indian Censor Board? Are its content so extreme and graphic to deem it unfit for consumption by the Indian public? Are Indian's so much averse to violence of any sort? Consider the following reason from the Censor Board (as available in the wikipedia link on " Paanch ") -  T he film never got a theatrical or home-video release. It has been refused a clearance certificate by the censor board, twice. Both the refusals to release this film were made on six grounds - the film glorifies violence; it shows the modus operandi of a crime (killing of a police officer); it shows excessive use of drugs; it has double meaning dialogues (with sexual undertones); it has no positive characters; it does not carry a social message. The object of this post is to look at the movie and counter the objection of the CBFC. Before countering each and eve...

It was all ruins. Wires and bricks and steel rods were scattered around. Heaps of rubbles were loosening, for the earth was shaking beneath. I was scared. And motionless. The gust with all its might was blowing hard, carrying with it, particles of various sizes from the rubble around. The atmosphere was one of death. The grey sky didn't help my feeling. I hid my eyes behind my arm, as the wind started blowing savagely. Knowing, rain could not be farther, I looked around. The rawness of human flesh scattered around started becoming visible. The savage sound of people screaming for help was audible. I looked around further to notice hands and heads popping out of the rubble waving for attention and help. The grimness was aggravated by a flash in the sky. It was almost blinding. And what followed was the most ferocious and fearsome grumble of the thundering sky. And the sky poured all it had. In tonnes and tonnes. As I looked up, water splashed on my face. And...

Super Steve! iSalute you. Despite the fact that I've never owned any of your products. Despite the fact that I don't think you were the world's greatest inventor. Heck! I don't even think you really invented anything. May be I am wrong. I know for sure that you didn't invent the Computer. The Japs had revolutionized the world with portable audio with their walkman. You didn't even invent the mobile phone. Online music download had its origins much before your hair started graying. As the attorneys for Samsung recently pointed out, Stanely Kuberick conceptualized the idea called Tablets in his movie " 2001: A Space Odyssey ". Then why do people around the world had such a wonderful regard for you? Why the heck did / do I admire you? I can't talk for others. I can surely talk for self. Why do I admire Sachin Tendulkar? Did he invent anything in cricket? Is he the first entertainer on the cricketing field? Is he the best that ever ...

"Where are we going?" "Where?" he looked straight ahead. His entire body was drenched in sweat. Sweat dripping into his eyes. He wiped off the sweat on the forehead and mildly squeezed and massaged his eyes. He had his eyes closed when he spoke again "Where? You want to know where?" "No. Not exactly. I want to know why are we going non stop? And yes. Also where are we going? Why are we staying away from the main habitat?" "Lodu.... You know the reason." "Yeah... Partially yes. But you haven't ever told me the complete truth." "Because I don't know what is the complete truth. I can only share what I know." "But you haven't shared all you know." And looking into his chest, his pocket the place where the big man often slides a piece of paper, whose contents have so far remained a mystery. "Now, kid... Don't you stare that way! It can be dangerous if there were lots of onlookers....

Scene One: The needle is touching 100. I hear the air whistle. I see the cloud drizzle. I am all smiles. And I look ahead, On the emptiness in the road, Eagerly. Shouting "I want more!" Scene Two: 100 is touching the needle. I hear my wear grumble. I know I can't tumble. I am all sighs. And I look ahead All I can see is emptiness, and no road, Anxiously. Mumbling "How much more?" Note: The above two scenes are essentially my Joy and Agony revolving around the number called 100. Scene One" describes the Bike Ride, where often the thrill of hitting the ton and maintaining it is shortlived. Whenever I get an opportunity, I try to extend it further. Though I am not a great fan of riding "crazy" fast. "Scene Two" describes, uh, eh, er, mmm.. huh.. my weight issues. (Only in a weighing machine, the needle stays where it is, and number moves around)

CAUTION! Please read through if and only if you are thoroughly jobless, and absolutely incapable of finding one. This "Fable" is for only those who dream. And just dream. THE MONKEY WHO BOUGHT A BLACKBERRY "A Cathartic Story That Preaches As It Pukes" - Vavvalo Goyalla   Gibbs was on his table, writing down something when he fell flat. I had never seen him even slump or slouch in his chair till that date. Working non stop for almost 300 minutes every day, inspiring all of us to find some way to work that much. Just that much every day for four days a week. He had been working that way for the past four years, and leading our team for the past five, and still he could not find the success that was his before he was leading. Over the past four years that I have known him, he had turned from a cheerful person to a chairful person due to his work dedication. And I was his favourite understudy. Among the team members, he had special "thing" ...