Outdoor or indoor, a game is a game
Posted: July 23, 2010 Filed under: People Leave a comment »F comes home early morning to wake A up as they both had plans to play badminton. On their way out B, who was working on his netbook asks F if he has tried out Fifa 2010 world cup 2010 on Xbox 360.
A, who was putting on his shoes and was having a Fifa hangover from previous night, stops mid-way and suggests they play Fifa rather than exert themselves in a badminton court.
All three nod in agreement and F and A played Fifa happily ever after.
Now get spammed on the move – SPDC 2009
Posted: July 20, 2009 Filed under: People | Tags: 450000, India, mobile, sms, spam, spdc, spdc2009, spdcengland 4 Comments »I am cool with spamming, in the sense, I find it very entertaining; amusing rather. Just the thought of someone trying to sell ‘v1agra’ to a guy in 20s who still hasn’t bothered to get a credit card is hilarious to say the least. The most interesting of the lot, are those guys who want to send you hundreds of thousands of dollars/pounds to evade tax. Ya right. If you are so desperate to get rid of funds temporarily, why not just send me a cheque rather than an email? Oh sorry, forgot you’re a con-artist. My bad.
I think these con-artists are facing the threat of extinction, thanks to advances in spam filters of email providers like Yahoo, Gmail and Hotmail. But hey, guess what — these guys are smart. They figured that there are more mobile users in India than internet users. So now they have started sending out such message via SMS. Unbelievable? Believable, because I got one of these messages. It goes like this.
CONGRAT! YOUR MOBILE NO HAS WON 450,000 POUNDS IN 2009 SPDC INTL MOBILE DRAW, TO CLAIM CONTACT EDWIN MORGAN ON +447014225488 EMAIL SPDCENGLAND@HOTMAIL.COM
Awesome no? By the way the message was in all caps I kept them like that to retain the originality.
Internet users are always skeptical of such mails and have learned to ignore them, but mobile users, well there will be a lot of users who are naive and fall for this and hey, SMSs don’t even go to any spam folder! So in case you get such an SMS don’t get over excited and jump into the fray, instead pause for a moment and appreciate the humour. You can optionally reply with a “Thanks but no thanks”. Any other suggestions?
Talking of spam I suggest you read this comic FlyYouFools and it looks like I am not the only one to get this SMS and yes, this proves my point about mobile users being naive to such scams. The funny part is that people don’t even stop to wonder what the hell SPDC is, or how they got your number, or why they would have a ‘hotmail’ account as email id.
Please do spread the word.
UPDATE: According to Thejesh, if you call back probably you will get charged heavily…airtel had warned few months back.
Attacks on women continue
Posted: March 2, 2009 Filed under: Bangalore, People, politics, Terrorism, Women 8 Comments »Women are still being targetted in Bangalore by right wing elements who have totally lost it. Pink chaddi campaign for all its “fun” seems to have backfired! =( The kind of abuse being hurled at them goes beyong shocking. Why they resort to such down trodden act is beyond my understanding.
I got these three cases as an email forward. Please post this on your blog as well, if possible.
Incident #1
Time, date of Attack: 9:00 p.m, 24th Feb
My name is Lakshmi. I was attacked on 24th Feb at around 9:00 pm. I was walking down Vasanthnagar after I’d wrapped up work looking for an auto. At the underbridge I noticed four men walking down the road towards me. I crossed over to the other side, just in case. I continued to walk down towards Kodava Samaj. Suddenly I realised that the four men had crossed the road as well. Once they were close enough they started pushing me and passing comments. I tried to ignore them, stepped around them and continued walking. They turned around and walked back towards me and started pushing me around. I finally lost my temper and turned and told them to leave me alone,
One of them came really close and started abusing me in Kannada and Hindi. At that point I pushed him away from me. The next thing I know I’m in the middle of a roadside brawl. The guy who spoke to me punched me and the other three started hitting me as well. I fought back and all of us were in a scuffle All through the attack I was abused in Hindi and Kannada for wearing jeans and fighting back. After what seemed like an eternity I heard an auto go by and I shouted out to him. Luckily for me he stopped. For a split second the four men were taken aback and let go off me I pushed them and ran across the road, climbed into the auto and begged him to take me home. The four men followed me to the auto and tried to drag me out. At that point the auto guy started the auto and rode away. The whole attack must have happened in a span of about 5 or 6 minutes.
Incident #2
Time, date of Attack: 11:15-11:30 on
My name is Jasmine. I am a Bangalorean. At least I think I am. I fell in love with this city two years ago and shifted base from Mumbai. I was on my way to work at Koramangala at around 11.15-11.30 in the morning when my auto broke down at Ulsoor. As I was hailing another one a white Quallis slowed down next to me and the occupants said something to me in Kannada. I rolled my eyes. That was their provocation.
I do not know if that angered them but the more I dwell on that unforgettable episode in my life, they seemed like predators, on the hunt. Before I knew it four middle-aged men emerged out of the vehicle and began verbally assaulting me.
First they started hurling obscenities at me in Kannada and then it became physical. They started touching and pulling at my clothes. One of them tugged so brutally at the shrug I was wearing that he scratched my neck. Their goal — to show the collected crowd the top that I was wearing underneath my shrug.
When the shrug didn’t come off with their tugging, the violence of the tugging increased. In self defence I hit out at an offending hand that was trying to disrobe me. The response, he slapped me hard across my ear. Then they began trying to lift my top up while making references to ‘pink chaddi’ – the only words I could understand of their tirade.
I told them I would call the police and one of them arrogantly proffered me his phone to make the call. The few people who dared to gather and watch were dumbfounded and no one said a thing. Some passing cars even slowed down, but not one stopped to help.
The whole time, the four of them kept up the tireless rant of obscenities, calling me names and trying to humiliate me in front of the gathered crowd. They couldn’t bear that a woman was looking them in the eye, and each time I raised my head to look at the tormentors, they kept pushing my head down, threatening me not to look at them in the face. While they were hitting my head, an army vehicle drove past. They stopped and intervened. Finally the army men helped me into a rickshaw to continue on what I thought was going to be a regular day at work.
It looked like these guys just wanted to make a spectacle and humiliate someone that day. And I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don’t want to imagine what would have happened to me if the army men hadn’t put an end to the humiliation. I do not want to talk to the cops as even with hardcore evidence, the police didn’t do anything about the Mangalore episode and those hooligans are out. I do not want to talk to the press and be anyone’s political scapegoat. The whole situation was a nightmare and every time I talk about it, I relive it.
Incident #3
Time, Date of Attack: 13:10 to 13:40 | 17.02.2009
My name is Geetanjali. At 13:00 I get into my car start driving home. Almost immediately I notice a motorbike with 2 men chasing horning, hooting, and over-taking my car in a dangerous manner.
I turn onto 100ft road. The bikers follow me, then while over-taking the driver shouts at me and spits onto the window of my car. I make an angry gesture at this unprovoked action. The bikers then block my car from the front and ride very slowly. Cars behind us are now honking loudly.
I arrive at the 100ft Rd and 12th Main junction. I intend to take a right and have my right indicator on. The bikers also take the right turn and then stop their vehicle in such a way as to obstruct my passage.
The driver of the bike proceeds to get off his bike and starts attacking my car. For the next 5-6 minutes he then proceeds to beat on the car and shout obscenities in Kannada. I do not retaliate in anyway. No-one tries to help!
The pillion biker looks shocked at his friends actions and begins to roll the bike to the left side of the road. I seize the chance, and try to drive away. While doing so, the front bumper of my car grazes the bumper of the bike. This infuriates the attacker further.
He gets onto his bike and chases me. I realize that I don’t know where the police station is in this locality, and decide to seek refuge in my friends house. With the attacker following me closely, I drive straight into the basement parking area of an apartment in Indiranagar.
The attacker parks his bike outside and pursues me into the building. I get out of my car in an attempt to flee, but he corners me against my car and proceeds to shout obscenities while constantly stepping closer and closer to me. This goes on for about 5-10 minutes. I do not retaliate verbally except to shout for help from the security guard.
By now he is less than a foot away from me. I cannot move back as my car is behind me. I slap him on his right cheek. He lunges at me and tries to punch my face, I manage to evade him, however he succeeds in punching my jaw.
At this action of his, I start to shout at him loudly in Kannada about his shamelessness at raising his hand on a woman. He is startled and steps back. The security guard now steps in and tries to push him out of the building. I use this opportunity to run towards the staircase.
I have just managed to climb 4 steps up when I realize that the attacker has run outside to the road and has started to come running back in with a large stone in his hand. He is continuously shouting and swearing.
I run upstairs and find the resident of the 1st floor apartment rushing out of her house. I caution her about going downstairs. The attacker is still shouting. I hear a crashing sound as he throws the stone at my car.
From the 1st floor apartment window, I can see that the attacker is waiting outside the gate of the building. I ask the owner of the apartment to call the police, but she refuses to do so. I then ask her to call the guard via the intercom and ask him to take down the license plate number of the attackers motorbike. By the time the guard picks up the phone, the attacker rides away.
Post-mortem
On questioning the guard, he said that the attacker took down the license plate number of my car and threatened to find and harm/kill me later. None of the neighbors who were watching helped or took down the license plate number of the attackers vehicle!
I have never felt like leaving my country for good. Yesterday I felt that. For that day I was homeless and orphaned and helpless in a way like never before. The residual feeling today is one of deep sadness at the frailty of humanity. The end of innocence for having stared at the nobility of the human spirit caving into the heart of darkness.
I am tired.
The big question.. where did these people prop up from? Out of the blue? Who gives them right to go ahead with such fanatic act? Why isn’t anyone doing anything? They are a disgrace for kannadigas but why aren’t the real Bangaloreans who lived in the city for ages doing nothing about them?
UPDATE: @santoshp says “Did you listen to what Home minsiter of k’nataka says ”do not bring such silly things to my notice” BJP in K’nataka is worse!”
D-day chronicles: 2 – I screamed and screamed
Posted: September 27, 2008 Filed under: chupchap, People | Tags: childhood, dentist. xray, hospital, memories 10 Comments »Most of friends went to the dentist for the first time to get rid of the their milk tooth and blah, however I
owe my first visit to the dentist to a minor cavity.
It happened as follows :_ (
I came back after a regular day at school, which involved missing my school van in the morning, not finishing my lunch at school and dirtying my clothes by the end of the day. I finished my daily studies, watched the 7 o’ clock news on TV, (on good ol’ DD remember?) had regular dinner which comprised of usual roti, sabji, etc, and decided to sleep. It was then that they decided to attack. By ‘they’ I mean the ‘kitanu’ who don’t have anything better to do in life other than to ‘attack’ calcium deposits in my mouth.
I screamed in pain, rolled in bed and then ran to my mother (what else can a kid do, sigh!). She gave me salt water so I could gargle and a painkiller. Well that did work to some extent, the pain however, never left entirely. I managed to cry myself to sleep that night and then came the D-day (D for dentist?).
I didn’t have to go to school, I have tooth ache na… She took me to the dentist first thing in the morning. Dentists those days were not the sophisticated beings you see today. I reached at 10:30 in the morning and there was already a huge line in front of the clinic. I mean seriously; shouldn’t these people be at work, I am sure they were all govt employees!
Anyway I waited and after an hour, the receptionist told me to go in. My mother had to almost drag the-now-intimidated-me into dentist’s chamber. Then I was made to sit on that chair which should have been next to a pool – I could have slept there if not for the smell. The dentist scanned my mouth saw the cavity, tapped it three four times and asked if it hurt or not.
What I wanted to say – Of course woman, that’s a cavity you are knocking on and you have a metal thingy in you hand. Or is that some kind of a trick question, it’s a rhetorical question you know! If it didn’t hurt I wouldn’t be here, you see.
What I said – Ya a little. sob.. =(
She then told my mother to get an X-ray done for my teeth so that she could know the extent of damage. “They want me to undergo an X-ray!” I freaked out. Inside me I panicked, externally I shivered and sweated – yes yes, total freak out. My mother had to drag me into an auto, which took us to the nearest hospital, and I was taken to X ray room. And there I stood screaming and shouting – not out of pain, but out of fear. Why? For god sake, I was going to be X-ray-ed! Was I going to be dissected? Was
it going to hurt? I didn’t know. All I knew was that, it’s going to be torturous. (or so I thought)
My mother and two assistants struggled to get me to lie down, so they could X-ray me while the doctor who handled the X-ray machine stared at me in amazement. Did I give a damn? No. I continued to create a racket and some how, they managed to hold down my little legs, hands and put my head in place.
The machine now started moving down slowly towards my face. My eyes had turned red because of crying and tension, but my mother didn’t care, nor did the assistants or the doctor in charge. The machine continued it’s descend and grinded to a halt five inches away from my face. After a moment of silence, when I wondered what was going to happen next, the machine let a blinding flash. I closed my eyes prepared for the worst; I didn’t even dare scream. Then my mother whispered in my ears. “Balu, you can open your eyes now. It’s over.”
D-Day chronicles
Posted: September 26, 2008 Filed under: Bangalore, chupchap, People | Tags: dentist, happydent, hosmat, rootcanal, tooth, Xray 11 Comments »D-Day stands for Dentist’s Days, the rotten days when I had to visit dentist. It a series much like GTA. check out what this guy’s experience with dentists
Dentists and me never see eye to eye.
My first visit to the dentist was when I was 4 years old. Yes that’s when I had my first cavity
Thanks to be diet comprising of sugar, chocolate and everything nice. (PS: So I guess that tells something about my chocolate/sugar intake!
) I guess I will save that story for later, and I will jump to my latest visit to the dentist.
It all started with a Happydent. Yes, the same chewing gum, which is supposed to keep my teeth white and happy, instead it left me with a dent. Ouch! I had got this filling done in my second last tooth on my right side (what do you call those… molars?) anyways as soon I bit this chewing gum, the whole filling came out and for one second I froze in pain. I couldn’t scream or move.
I immediately rushed to Hosmat, the closest hospital from my M G Road office; the dentist peered into my mouth, which I struggled to keep open, because of pain. She injected local anesthesia, which put me at ease for a while. Then she used mirror and those tiny little tongs (don’t know what it’s actually called) and came to the conclusion that I needed to undergo a root canal. Damn root canal? That means 7 more visits across two weeks, which would involve grinding of tooth, filling of tooth, getting my tooth X-ray-ed and yes getting my tooth capped so that I have no further issues with that tooth. (Sheesh I was just seeing how many times I could put in the word tooth in that sentence!) The treatment sure promises to leave a Rs 7K size hole in my pocket.
You think everything was done with that? A big no I say! My lady doctor left the best for the end. As a parting gesture she told me that I have 7 minor cavities as well, which too deserve some cleaning. Oh groan rilly? Why couldn’t our teeth be made of platinum or titanium or something that strong? Why this feeble material called calcium?
More on my dental tragedies.. Soon…
Maid in Bangalore
Posted: September 25, 2008 Filed under: Bangalore, chupchap, India, People | Tags: Bangalore, indiranagar, koramangala, maid, ubiquity 14 Comments »Yesterday
He: My maid hasn’t come for like ten days now!
She: Mine too. I have a ton of clothes to wash
He: Oh I have a washing machine, so washing is taken care of. I just hate washing dishes and I have to do it these days. That sucks!
She: Hmm I can understand, it’s okay as long as they inform before they disappear.
Today
He: Guess what, my maid turned up today!
She: Woah rilly? Mine too
He: Do all the maids in Bangalore plan and take leave together?
She: No idea, but I gave her a good hearing
He: Oh yeah, me too!
No one asked for their version – yet! But the mystery remains, where did the maids go for ten days? He stays near Indiranagar and she stays at Koramangala. Localities are not even close by. What are the odds of both the maids taking off for ten days and coming back the same day?
PS: I know it’s been a long time since I blogged, I owe it to my laziness and a dental problem I had (more on that later)
Champions trophy dates shifted
Posted: August 25, 2008 Filed under: Cricket, People, Terrorism | Tags: Australia, Cricket, ICC Champions Trophy, India, International Cricket Council, pakistan, Pakistan Cricket Board, Pakistani, politics, South Africa, Sports, Sri Lanka, T20 5 Comments »After England, South Africa, New Zealand, Australia and West Indies expressed fear over the security conditions in Pakistan, ICC decided to push back the event by a year. Good decision or bad decision? Irrelevant decision I would say.
Why? Because, Champions trophy never made sense to me, there is World cup which happens every four five years, there is T20 world cup which started just last year and yes there is a ICC Trophy through which two associate countries are selected for the world cup. So why is there a Champions Trophy?
The tournament which began in 1998, and was a big hit because of the shorter duration and the knock-out method of elimination. Now if that style is so cool, then why not get rid present system followed in cricket world cup and use this method there? ICC wouldn’t do that because they stand a chance of earning big-moolah from the tournament!
The only who people who have lost something because of the tournament are Pakistanis. This is not the first time Australia and other “western” cricketing powers have raised objection in playing in areas in the sub-continent. Australia refused to play in Sri Lanka during 96′ WC, they later on canceled a tour in Pak last year (or the year before that) and now they have successfully postponed a tournament which I suspect will happen next year either.
The main reason, Pakistan is still facing a threat of political instability in spite of Musharraf stepping down
form his post of President. Now lets say things don’t improve, what then? Will they postpone the tournament indefinitely or would they want the tournament to be held in India? How safe is India, sure army is not going to do a coup-de-tat, but hey we do hear of a bomb explosion in some part of the country or the other. Even we are at war with terrorists every day, so why is Pakistan looked down upon while India is looked upto? Are we in good books just because we are the money minting machine of the ICC, or is there a more political reason to it?Michael Atherton agrees with me
No tears need be shed for the ICC Champions Trophy, a misnomer of a tournament conceived out of pure greed. Like most things with a solely monetary value, it is a worthless affair.
On the other hand Pakistan Cricket Board seems pretty okay with the decision
“We are naturally disappointed but in a way the postponement is a victory for us. Under these circumstances there were only two solutions: either to relocate the event to Sri Lanka or postpone it. “Had it been relocated it would have deprived us of the hosting rights,”
Chief operating officer Shafqat Naghmi said
This kinda response is very lame coming from one of the top guys of Pak cricket. Is organising the event all that maters? How about some self respect, would you let a few countries dominate which all tournaments are organised in your country? What would India have done if countries refused to tour India. I am sure we would have started a new tournament and provided solid entertainment for Indian viewers something on line of the recently concluded IPL.
So how old are you saar?
Posted: July 12, 2008 Filed under: Bangalore, chupchap, People | Tags: age, BJP, Karnataka, politics, vijayeekarnataka, Yeddyurappa 20 Comments »Yeddyurappa’s (Karnataka Chief Minister) website states he was born on February 27 1943, (so does his wiki page) which means he is more than 60 years old. But if you were to visit his video blog from the same site you will learn that he is 31 years old! Wow finally a true youth leader ruling our state!
Now in case the Vlog is not maintained by Yeddi, instead by some admin, then why bring it under Vijayeekarntaka — the “personal site of Yeddyurappa?”
So what is his real age. Any guess?
UPDATE: Yeddyurappa’s site vijayeekarnataka.com has been taken down (it says under construction.. may be they meant under correction
)
3 people – Different thoughts
Posted: March 20, 2008 Filed under: Bangalore, chupchap, People | Tags: Bangalore, People, thoughts 8 Comments »Yesterday was long day; in the sense I was up quite early and went to bed quite late. But yesterday was also the day that got me thinking on three different topics, all due to three different kind of people I met.
The first was a woman who was begging near Minerva circle. I have this funda of not offering money to those who beg with a child in their hand. They poke, nudge and do anything that they can, to freak out people sitting in their vehicles to get a rupee or two, with which they supposedly feed the baby. I no longer believe thats the case after reading a story in Bangalore mirror on babies being available for rent in the city for begging! So whenever someone approaches me for money with a baby in their hand, I give them a few biscuit if I happen to have a pack with me.
And I did this time too, only my hand was rudely pushed away!! She didn’t want food for her baby or herself apparently! She just wanted money! Now why does she need money? To pay for the ‘protection’ some local goon is offering her? Does she need this money to patch the roof of the hut she stays in?
I couldn’t shake out the thought of this woman almost the entire day, it remained somewhere in the back of my head, until I reached PvR. I was reminded of an incident that happened to me last week.
I had planned to go for a malayalam movie – Kadha parayumbol – for a long time and it was only that day that I got company. N decided to come along on the promise that I will translate the movie to her (not a mallu u see)!! As I was the first one to reach, I decided to buy tickets for the movie, I decided to buy the tickets from Cinema Europa where the movie was playing.
Me: Got seats for kadha parayumbol?
Man at counter: Yes sir, how many seats do you want
Me: Oh cool, I need two seats pls
Counter: Here is the ticket
Me: I offered him Rs 500 note..
Counter: Here is the change sir.. he gives me back Rs 180. Now, I don’t always count money I get or check if I got the exact change. But this time something though I did and when I did, I realised that the ticket prices were just Rs 300 and he has charged me Rs 320. So I stood there confused trying to understand where the balance 20 went. The guy at the counter saw my expression and immediately shot me a question… “How much did I give you sir?”
Me: You gave me 80!
Counter: Really sorry sir, pls give me 80 I will give back 100
(I did and he did)
Now I was totally confused, if the ticket prices were only 300 why did he charge me 320? Was he trying to make a small profit and did he just play the ‘sorry-sir’ role because he felt I was going to protest? Would he have given me 20 bucks back if I hadn’t stood there with a puzzled expression?
This incident happened last week so was easier to put aside for me then… after finishing my work at Forum (which included buying a few moser-baer movie cds) I was off to M G Road and like always I took my favourite ride in the city! Auto rickshaw.
Autos all over south India have a negative aura around them you know. In Kochi auto drivers will demand all the money in you wallet. In Chennai traveling by taxi is cheaper that auto. In Bangalore your experience with auto guys will depends on your bargaining skills and your ability to maaro senti (will blog later abt this)
So today I wanted to go from Forum to Brigade road and surprisingly no one was out bargaining like they would usually. There was a sign of desperation on their faces and I couldn’t figure why, until the driver of the auto I was traveling in got talking.
Apparently there is a shortage of CNG gas in the city (It is compulsory in Bangalore for autos to use CNG, they cannot run on petrol)
Auto: No gas bhaiyya, hum log auto kaise chalayange? I have two three litres left, what after that…..??
Me: Then why are you wasting that too? Why don’t you wait till all other autos run out of gas and run your auto demanding higher rates? (trying to be sarcastic)
Auto: (laughs) Good idea, but if I don’t run auto today, and make some money, who will give me money for a things I need to buy for my family?
I didn’t have an answer to that question. For the first or may be second time in my life, I felt pity for an auto guy in Bangalore. He was a nice chap, he did not speak another word, he just drove well and dropped me at Residency Road – Brigade Road junction. I gave him ten rupee extra on the meter. He did not utter a word still, nor did his expression change. He pocketed the money and waited there for the next customer. In spite of making a few extra rupees, he did not look happy, he still wore a confused expression which made me feel like he was simply playing a prank on me. He did make the extra ten bucks which I would have otherwise not given and that too without any bargaining at all!
So was that senti just a way of making extra money without having to ask for it? Did he actually deserve extra money because he was going through a rough stage?
Time, date of Attack: 9:00 p.m, 24th Feb
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