How WE brought down a Corrupt Politician -Part 1

To start off,all the incidents in the blog are true.I am writing this to share some of the experiences which we as Common Men and Women had to go through a to bring down a politically powerful Corporator and put his career in shambles.All the incidents happened over almost 4 years but i will try to shorten it so that there is no reader fatigue.

So lets get started then,I am a resident of Sanjaynagar which comes under Ward No 100 in BBMP.Ok so lets take you 7 years back.

There was a huge barren land in front of home which was mostly used as a play area by some local urchins.Though Sanjaynagar is a fairly upmarket area,there is an area called Geddalahalli which houses mostly thugs and jobless people.However these people were not holding any sway over the Sanjaynagar residents.The barren land was starting to get occupied by slum dwellers and this was creating huge hygiene and safety issues for all of us.It was tough to leave our homes unguarded,and infact there were many thefts which happened during this time.

This was also the time when the Corporator elections for the erstwhile BMP (Bangalore Mahanagar Palike) were held and enter the messiah for all of us Mr M.Venkatesh of the Janata Dal Secular.He took up this barren land and converted it into a park but kept a portion of it which was towards the residents houses and retained it as a playing area.He basically concretized that portion.We hadnt realised his true designs then but we dint know he was a beast either.

The very same Geddalahalli thugs who until then had no voice of their own suddenly found one in Venkatesh.Their influence steadily started to grow on Sanjaynagar.Venkatesh's elder brother(who had also stood for Lok Sabha elections) had a son who had a built up a reputation of being a  major rowdy in Kalasipalya circles.He also started to concentrate on the posher areas of Sanjaynagar now.

THE BAD TIMES BEGIN :

Any new house being built,a percentage of the total cost would have to be personally given to Venkatesh.We also realised Venkatesh's penchant for developing new parks.The Horticulture department used to disburse funds to the tune of 1-2 crores per year for the maintenance of the parks and it only increased during Kumaraswamy's government.Venkatesh then went on a buying spree of land in Sanjaynagar.A propreitor of a school near my area,Venkatesh,a Geddalahalli frontman(we used to call this guy Thotada Maneyavnu as he had illegally taken over someone else's land,the case for which is still languishing in High Court) and the local BMP officials got together and built their own evil empire.

The building inside the park which was meant for a library was converted into a full time gym which was used by Venkatesh's boys.The play area also was unusable for us as it was usually occupied by thugs playing cricket and breaking window glasses of the houses in the neighbourhood including mine.We had initially kept quite and after a while it started getting on our nerves.Though the park gates had to be closed by 9 pm (now its 8pm) the ruckus would go well into the night.There would be alcohol parties too and this in the full view of the public.There was no one to stop them.The area police inspector was also in Venkatesh's pocket.

Sanjaynagar residents who had some power,one of them being my dad werent doing anything about it,everyone cared for the personal safety.These thugs wouldnt hesitate to do anything.Once under the influence of the alcohol they had apparently run over some ppl,the damaged car was kept in front of our houses.Other times they would play around with the watchman's wife or daughters.The park was slowly becoming unusable for respectable families.Sanjaynagar was no longer what it used to be.

One night an old man was being dragged on the road by Venkatesh's elder brother's son Raja.He  had a very very bulky frame and everyone were sure to get afraid seeing his physique.He was driving his enticer and dragging this old man by hoding his shirt through the tar roads.It was a gory sight for all of us to see.We were ppl who thought twice before killing even an ant and here we were seeing this.

But still everyone in our area kept quiet.Dad wanted to say something but was stopped by us.WHy simply get involved in all this jamela? Another day there was full scale beating up going on of a perceivably a boy from a well to do family.Reason : he had dared to overtake Raja on the main road.Raja was drunk with both alcohol and power. Dad in an impulse went outside and screamed at them as to what was happening.He told them that he had contacts in the Home Ministry and he could get them behind bars if they dint stop all this tamasha which was happening more regularly and brazenly now.

One of Raja's aides replied. "Yen Madtyo madkolole,nin a#$#$". I was inside the house and heard this comment.I knew how much respect dad had and to get this from an uneducated lout was too much for me.I rushed outside.Opened the gate and went straight to him(i still thank God that he has given me height,else i would be no match to their gymmed up ripping muscles and huge height) "Innond sathige helu,yenu helde anta"
"Tell once more what you just said".Too much film influence had gotten into me.I realised what i was up against and i could never get out of it alive.The opposite guy came and held my neck and i could hardly breathe.

Mom yelled to my dad to call the police.Raja who came there,slapped me on my face and all of the courage i was showing till then deserted me.Dad called up the police and an inspector on his cheetah came there.Dad gave his introduction and that was enough for the police to tell Raja that "Dodda officerappa,sumne bidu anva,"

"BIg officer man,leave this guy".

I found it strange.Forget the influence my dad had.I was a common man protesting another comman man being beaten up and the police officer was not seeing that.It required a contact for him to ask Raja to leave me.This was my first brush with the real society.I realised then that i was a nobody without my dad.God knows what those thugs would have done to me.

This incident shook me up.I wanted to take on Raja one more time.I was 19 back then and the hot blood was still boiling.I wanted to take on this physical beast and beat him to pulp.So once when i was returning from my evening walk,a couple of Raja's gang almost dashed their bike against my leg on purpose and then taunted me as they speeded away.That was too much for me to take.I ran as fast i could behind them shouting through the road.Till then i had a reputation of being a very silent and good guy in my area.I think that slightly changed with this misadventure.Mom rebuked me a lot that day.It was not the way boys from respectable families behaved,i was asked whether i would like to be labelled a rowdy.

The ruckus in the park was also getting unbearable and we would have to go for extended walks in the evening to avoid the noise.We had become prisoners of our own home.If we would go and tell those boys to move to another park to play,they would ask us to vacate ourhouse.Now however their reactions were not extreme as they feared Dad might do something against them.

However the fights with the boys who played there only increased over time.I was aggressive in the mind only till then.These fights started affecting my mouth as well.Bad words used to slip out and i had fallen in my own eyes.We thought we were fighting a losing battle.We also came to know that the Kumaraswamy's government used to give 50 lakhs annually for the maintenance of the library.Infact these 50 lakhs were given for every park.ALas in our park only the number of gym instruments increased.

During one of the long vacations between my semesters while doing engineering i came face to face with Raja again.I had gone from house to house during those holidays trying to whip up an anti-Venkatesh sentiment.Raja got wind of it.I had gone on my evening walk and he caught hold of my hand and twisted it.
He also said that he was seeing my dads face and leaving me.I kept quiet that day.

I wanted to punch him off that day.Fight to the finish and stuff but at that moment as the beast stood front of me,my heart was beating faster and mind had become numb.I came back angry to home,virtually shouted at my mom,i was angry on not being able to do anything.That day i sat with Dad.He told me a lesson which i am going to use through out my life.

"Son these are gundas,their strength is money and muscle power,if you are going to fight them on  these,for sure you will be the loser,we are curd-eaters,you think we can take on meat eaters,never,but you have a power which is your brain,we have only that to shield ourselves from such thugs.force them to fight on your area of strength and you are bound to win"

This was the turnaround,i had become optimistic that i could indeed change something.I will write on the remaining part next week. The part will describe how we took on Venkatesh and eventually restore Sanjaynagar back to its older days.

MANJA LOVES POOJA!!

DISCLAIMER : All the characters appearing in this blog are for real and there has been no exaggerations either for the comic effect or whatsoever.

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So this was one lonely night.Time was around 9.30 pm.Location :Somewhere in Jayanagar 4th 'T' block.Dont ask me what i had gone to do there,but this true story starts from here.Standing in the bus stand waiting for the bus to majestic i was seeing if there were any other co-bus-waiters with whom i can spend the waiting time talking to.

Suddenly a young man who looked like the typical Kannada film mass hero- you know a slim,bearded,tanned and macchu(long sword) weilding hero spewing dialogues like "When God is silent he is violent",came there.

So as he came and stood next to me,with a look on the face that was slightly scary(come to think of it,even if he had stood there with a blank expression,i would still have been scared),i became more conscious.Correcting my shirt and pant i stood more firm hoping he wasn't the person i was dreading.

10 minutes passed by,and yet there was no sign of the bus.He came bit more nearer.At that exact time,my mobile rang,i was afraid to even remove it outside,what if he had come to steal it away!!.I had bought a new mobile barely a week back,i dint want it to be stolen so fast that too in broad streetlight.I dint pick up the call.He came more nearer.

I was catching my shirt collar now.After all idu nanna sheeladdu savaal agittu.(it was matter of my modesty).

Then he suddenly asked

"Majestic ge bus illi barat alva(the bus to Majestic comes here right?)",i nodded to affirm that.

Our wait ended,as a blue coloured bus came soon.Majestic was the last stop.I got a window seat,and the mass hero(Lets call the mass hero as Manja) came and sat next to me.He took out his N91 and i was instantly embarrassed to not have taken out my mobile which was several thousands lesser than that.

As usual i put on my headphones and was listening to a song.Just then Manja started speaking in a loud tone.

I was not interested as to what he was speaking and increased the volume in my mobile.Then in the next stop Manja's friend (lets name him shivu) entered the bus and the two were like a house on fire.Due to the ruckus they created,i could no longer hear to the songs.

Shivu : "Yen illi?" ( What you doing here?)

Manja : "Illa T block alli evening college seriddini"  (I have joined evening college in T block)

Shivu : "Shivaji nagar inda illi tanka bartya sisya" (You travel so far from shivaji nagar?)

Manja : "College bere yavdu sikilla sisya" ( i dint get any other college disciple)

Then Shivu asked "Mathe Maga neenna dove yen madthale"(Dude what does your bird do?)

Now this sentence excited me into attention.I wanted to hear what Manja says,what was his love story all about etc.So i switched off the song in my mobile,kept my headphones on and eavesdroppped on their conversation.And why eavesdrop,because i knew i would get another reason to mock the whole concept of immature love once again.

Manja : "Yaav doveo?Poojana,Rekhana?" (Which bird man?Pooja or Rekha?")

Shivu : "JP Nagar alli idavlappa" (The one who stays in J.P.Nagar)

Manja : "Poojana?? yen naditha illa guru,Fathers day dina avar dyaddy avlathra mathu thakondnaante,nanna meet agbardu andnante (Pooja? nothing is going on with her man,Her Dyaddy took oath from her on Father's Day that she  wont meet me again)

Shivu : "Avan Ammun, avinge yen hidthittu roga" (His bloody mother,what disease had he got?)

Shivu was clearly angry that his dear friend's bird was flying away.

Shivu : Avru Brahmins alva maga, thika ganchali jasthi avrige ,eega yenante avaldu?" ( They are Brahmins right,they have lot of cockyness in the butt,so what will she do now?)

Manja : "Yen illa sisya,matter kayyi ache hogide,aval ajji,phone maddre receive madolla,nangu mind thirgbitre gothalla" ( Nothing disciple,matter has gone out of hand,her bloody grandmother,doesnt receive call when i phone her also,and when my mind turns,you know right?)

Shivu : "So eega Rekha steady na?avlu JP Nagar alva?" (So are u steady with Rekha now?Doesnt she also live in JP Nagar?)

Manja : "Hoon maga,avloo JP ne,adre Pooja first love maga,nenpu maryokke agtha illa"

(Pooja is my first love man,i cant forget her)

Just then Manja receives a call.By the looks of it,it seems to be from second dove aka bird Rekha.

And now Manja's tone has suddenly transformed into Mungaru Male Ganesh's.Very softly

Manja : "Hi Honey,darling ninde nenpu madkontha ide,Shivu nu sikhidda,mathadtha idvi,so yen darling matteru?"

(Hi Honey,Darling i was remembering you only,I met Shivu also,so darling whats the matter?)

The girl on the other hand had told him something,it seemed as  though she was telling that she was having problems in her home.

Manja was not able to hear her voice properly,so he switched on the loudspeaker.

Rekha : "Maneli neenu valentines day kotthid card annanige siktu,thumba baydro,"

(My elder brother got the card you gave me on valentines day,they scolded me a lot)

Manja : "Yeshte meter avnige,yerdu kodbeka kelu?"

(How much meter(guts) he has,should i thump him a bit?)

Rekha : (giggles) (the highly irritating giggle,felt like thumping Manja a bit for making me suffer that)

              

"bido avnu swalpa mental,mathe yavaga pani puri kodstya,gift kodthini andidde,kotte illa?"

(Forget him,he's a bit mental,so when are buying me pani puri again,you had told that you would bring me a gift also,you still havent)

Manja : (seemingly angry but maintaining his composure) "Kodthini darling,nan chinnu alva ninu?,koddhe irtina?"

(I will give darling,aren't u my baby doll?will i not give you?)

And suddenlly i guess someone in her family came to her room.The call ends and Manja starts hurling abuses

Manja : "Nodya sisya,bari ide aythu ivaldu,pani puri ,dress,nandu hidkondu yelodhokke sari aythu ival ajji"

(Did u see disciple,shes interested only in this,pani puri,dress,knows how to empty my wallets,thats all)

Manja had still not gotten over Pooja,she was his first bird also as a matter of fact.

We reached Majestic,and the mass hero before getting down slightly combed his hair and wore his fake ray ban glasses(in the night !!!!).

I thought  - " what style this guy has,we want to always be this good boy/girl,and look at him- so massy,so casual,and he had two girls to show for all his antics.What the hell had i got for being a good guy?.Look at this fellow.Girls just dig him,man one day i wish i can become like him"

And so saying i got down.I wished that Manja would get his Pooja someday because this was clearly "pure laaave"

Hope u folks also wish the same for the couple.

Curious Case of my Barber

Ok to just give a bit of history-I have been going to the same saloon for the last 15 years now.There are 5 barbers in the saloon and i went to this specific young man(about my age ) as it was easier that way.

He would greet me with a smile everytime i went there and i would feel special(no not any of the gay connotations please).My only job was to go and sit there and he would remember what he had to do with the hair.Also he gives some of the best head massages and all the stress of my fully unused brain would be gone.

The past two times however were different.Since he was busy with some other customer i went to the next person to get my hair cut.(Ok for ease of use lets keep my original barber as X and the new entrant into my "hair-life" to be Y).

Now Y was a better barber than X,he knew what hairstyles matched our age group,face type etc,basically all the barber lingo.X was no match for him.So as i sat there getting my hair done by Y,X was giving me glances.He smiled once and as a courtesy i smiled back. He was concentrating more on how my hair was getting done than his own customer.I again felt special :) . Wow this guy is so loyal to me,he cares so much for me and stuff.

Once the hair was done and it was time for my monthly head massage.X told Y that he would take care of that.Now Y was a  new entrant into the saloon also and wanted to do it himself(I think he too wanted a good Annual appraisal from his boss).So after a brief argument which X won,he came to me and said

"Namdu nimdu gothilla avnige" which literally translates to "He doesnt know mine and yours".

I just smiled thinking that there were two barbers fighting for me.(Again the feeling of being special :) )

So once this over i just thanked the guy and came back to my home feeling nothing odd.

Again month of July and again it was time:
I went on a cloudy morning with slight intermittent drizzle to get my hair done.X was again busy.And so was Y. So i went to Z this time,and this guy was even better.I liked the quality of his work.While Y seemed to have gotten over me,X was clearly still hung up.This time again he was giving me the glances,it was more of being slightly angry.So when Z went to change the blades,X walked along and said

"Namma Hathra madskontane illa eega,marthbittidira ansotte" which literally translates to "You are not getting it done by me,i think you have forgotten me) and gave a sad look.I dint know what to tell.Now i had to mollify the poor guy thiking that i had hurt him in some way.

"Parvagilla head massage neeve madi" - "Its ok you only do the head massage"

He replied back bluntly

"Parvagilla bidi,nimge avre chennagi madthareno" - "Its ok,i think u feel he does it better"

Again for a minute i thought"oh it was better i hadnt hurt him"

and then i was like- this is one possessive bugger.Should i be caring for the feelings of the barber? What if this possessiveness turns dangerous,then i felt i was overreacting.The guys used to doing mine,that too for 3 years,
so i said to him

"Next time inda neeve madi" "- "from next time you only do mine"

He smiled and finally i was able to mollify him.But as i was walking out,

"Man this guy is the worst among the 5 that work there,this brand new Z is so good,why the heck should i compromise on this to just keep one guy happy.So i am still grappling with what to do the next time.

I mean i never felt that he was cheating when he was doing some other customer so why was he feeling overtly possessive when someone else did mine.

So as i decide between keeping this jealous,possessive guy happy and keeping myself happy,i hope to get some ideas from u folks.

Till then chao!!!

IGNORANT SOULS!!

Ignorance- comes easy to our generation and so it does to me too.I was so involved in my own world for the past 4 years that i had forgotten some societal niceties,ground realities etc.

There was my sister's son's first birthday and i was also(yes people have started calling me too,advantages of earning i guess)invited. Everytime it would be addressed to my parents and i would be considered a tag along.Not anymore.I was also IMPORTANT now :)


But for the past 4 years i had almost attended nil social events and had forgotten how to behave when confronted with so many relatives at one place.Its one thing to be with people your age,whom you can have something in common with,but what to do in a family get together.

So back to my sister's function and i had made full preparations for giving an excuse for not coming.My mother realised that i was back to my old tricks and she handed me an ultimatum.But mothers, you can manage.Specially the boys know how to mollify their mothers and get their things done.

My sister also knew about my penchant for not attending social gatherings and she too barraged me with calls.The ultimate order came when my Dad also asked me to.My reluctance turned into forced obedience.

So there i was rubbing shoulders with relatives ,some of whom i had not even seen for many years.There were special introductions made by some of them about their daughters.Something about the age group 18-27 i guess.We are given the most attention(good or bad),the most looked at,and every action of yours is watched with keen interest.Its tough to be in this age bracket,almost like you are giving a botany exam every minute.

After having felt like fish out of water,and my mind saying "GET OUT ,GET OUT",and blushing more than a newly wed bride everytime i was introduced to someone,and and and many more.

I was tired.I sat like a dull dodo wondering what the hell i was doing there in a function for people much younger to me,attended by people mostly older to me.

Today sitting in front of my laptop preferring to chat with people online,i began to wonder how unaccommodating i had become,selfish to spare some time with others.It had become all about ME,ME and ME.Probably this was not the reason why GOD sent me to the world.

We somehow have a skewed attitude towards others,always want to crib about their deficiencies.

I did a personality test one day (i am not making this up.)
I sat down and wrote in a notepad certain characteristics that i hate in people,i got upto 20.

Out of them i had 17 of them.I have all along tried to be different than the people i thought were villains,not realising that in the process i had become more like them.

We all need to become accomodating,realise that everyone cannot be like us,accept the wonderful diversity that GOD has gifted us and become better persons which in turn will lead to a better society.

PS: This was my 2 piece.So dont mind.

PRINCE - ITS SHOWTIME !!!

It was not planned.I had gone to meet one of my friend who stays very close to Garuda Mall and we were checking out which movie to go.Then we realised Prince had released - apparently the "Biggest Action Movie in Hindi Cinema till date by the Makers of Race and Action Director ofDhoom".The promos looked good and the songs catchy.

So we went to Rex Theatre and paid 170 Indian National Rupees and sat in the AC-less theatre to watch PRINCE - ITS SHOWTIME!!!. I have been reading reviews by Masand,Anupama Chopra and all of them had referred to Viveik Oberoi using the tagline excessively whenever he gets into some action.Thats absolutely wrong.He has used it just two times and all the rest of them have been used by other characters in the movie.

From the very beginning Viveik catches your attention when he pulls of one of the most difficult and biggest heists in the history of the world(again according to the reporters in the movie).

Viviek has given one of his best performances of his career so far( because he has given so few of them) but probably had a danda smashed into his ass from behind because he was in lot of pain throughout.The expression on his face was Oscar-worthy.

But as a brave actor he tries his best not to show the pain by looking and acting cool(he has to act since he is not really cool) and telling or being told "ITS SHOWTIME!!!. The way he tells or is told "ITS SHOWTIME!!" is classy and cheesy(wondering how it can be both at the same time,you have to check out the movie to believe it).Not much to say about Viviek's performance as it was a one expression throughout.

Coming to the villain of the movie "I dont know who" , he too like the villains of the 70s has an Iron Hand and supposedly is this all powerful man who can do anything anywhere,yet he drives around mostly in a truck and hams his entire performance.This is not the first movie where an aura his created around the villain, but the end is so tame that you end up wondering "Powerful- Dude really?".

And now my favourite part -the original reason why i had gone - the babes( for all the feminists- i am not degrading the women folk into objects ,but giving them more importance for being the sole reason to draw ppl into the theatres ;)) .I was wanting to check out how Aruna Shields acted(acting is just a lame reason).Anyway she is the last heroine to be introduced as Maya, and she mouths cliched dialogues we have been hearing from all hangers of superheroes of our beloved Bollywood. Good thing is that she has a fabulous bod to show off and this distracts you from her boring act.

As for the rest of the heroines-there is one who is there just to take her paycheque and does all the wrong things with one justification "yeh sab mein hamariliye kar rahin hoon".And for all the boys who are hoping to see her in a bikini-i am sad to say that is only for the Tv viewers,that scene has been cut from the movie.

The third actress Nandana Sen.Normally she has done bold roles in the past but that somehow was justified given the script(i know i know "the script demanded it" but it really did given Nandana's case).But here there are only two things she is doing here-

1) shooting Viviek from terraces,trains,helicopters and all possible places ,yet not able to hit him even once.

2)making out with Viveik and and overtly trying to show off her assets at every possible chance.

I think the tagline was written keeping her in mind "ITS SHOWTIME!!!"

And yeah since i had read all the reviews beforehand i did notice all the leathers worn by the protagonists.Really dont know what to comment on that.

So there goes my review of Prince and oh yes- i almost forgot - one of the baddies does survive and there is a clear indicator for PRINCE 2 - was wondering what the tagline for that would be.ANy suggestions??

Random Thoughts!!

Ok i was planning to write this for a long time actually.The ways the songs are intertwined with the story of our beloved movies has always interested me,some of the common scenes across movies etc etc.I am writing down some of them which i remember

Sample this:

Katrina Kaif sits in a cab somewhere in Singapore, watches the tall buildings as they go by, smiles to herself and BAM!!!

"Gale Lag Ja ,gale lag ja" song starts with Ms Kaif jhooming around with Mr Crap Akshay Kumar.

Or this:

A guy who cannot tell his feelings to the girl he loves.The girl is unaware of his feelings and hence is getting hitched to someone else.The hero has a bunch of loser friends who hurt themselves more than the hero himself,bang their hands against walls,tables etc and tell( i am telling in Kannada here)

"Le le le le, nin dil alli avlu idale kano,helbido lo,le yogi helbido,nin manusu thumba avle harodkondidale antha nange gothu kano,hey helo(bangs his head against a nearby tree),nin avasthe nodokke agtha illa kano" che" ....and the hero replies

"Parvagilla kano,avala mukhadalli aa nagu idyalla,aa nagu nodkondu nan idi jeevna kalidbidthini kano kalidbidthini"

Now the thing is who is in love with the girl- the hero or the friend and to spend the rest of his life seeing the girl smile ??!! Dude Really??!!!

anyways

hero and heroine sitting across a table,watching each other,both tilt their face a bit and VOILA

both are romancing in the Swiss Alps with the hero wearing all the thermal wear he can and the poor heroine has to be glamorous wearing a chiffon saree.And these heroes are supposed to be chivalrous.

Some other observations:

During all these Awards shows-the heroine or hero who hasnt had releases for years now will be asked:

Here comes Superstar X

So X what are you wearing today

X: Well i am wearing Shantanu and Nikhil today.They just understand my body type so well you know,i just laaoove them.

Interviewer: Ahahaha and what are those u are wearing on ur feet ,they are so lovely !!@

X: Ya they are Jimmy Choos,i have so many of them,they just fit my leg so correctly..(i think X hasnt heard of something called "right size").

Just to round this off

I remember what Kami Swami Nityananda had told when he was asked whether it was him in the scandalous video:

When your bio-memory desires some other person then the man experiences something called desire for another living being and desires to share some of the life moments with another(note the use of desires)

But when your bio-memory is full then the person doesnt desire anyone else

Kyun ullu bana raha hain mamu,seedhe seedhe batao ki,main bhi mard hoon,sab samajh jhaate!!

Before i become anymore vulgar,see ya!!

Movie Thanda Nenapugalu

I was watching America America ,the classic Kannada movie by Nagathihalli Chandrashekar for the umpteenth time today. Ramesh has always been one of my favourite actors and i bet its the same for the scores of other middle class people in Karnataka as well. It was such a refreshing movie and its a pity that such movies are not being churned out in the Kannada movie industry.

The songs "Nooru Janmaku","Yava Mohan Murali" have so much depth and meaning,plus the way they have been intertwined with the story is fantastic. Again after a long time i was seeing an actress emoting. Bhoomika(assuming thats her real life name too) has given life to her role and matches ,sometimes exceeds the skills of Ramesh.

Why i say after a long time? Have you seen any "models" act lately?Everyone's the same-the same hot pants,the same mini skirts,the same tunics,the same etc..The sameness is killing cinema.Whoever told only the hero is important for a film to be a hit.If you take the biggest of hits its the heroine who has been the focus. I recently read an interview of an actress/model who claimed that she is waiting for the right script.Whatever the script you got to learn some acting BITCH. Actresses today have a risk of being defined by their dresses than themselves.

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The other thing i was reminded of when i was watching the movie- my hometown Kumta.I am a "made in Kumta" product and will remain that way.There is so much greenery there and the life so lazy that i dream of settling there in my Vanaprasthashrama ;) . All the memories of playing with cousins and the zillion troubles i gave to both my grandmothers came rushing back.

I am just waiting for the summer to get over and want to visit my village during the rainy season to enjoy nature in all its brilliance.

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On the Advertisement front have been loving the Park Avenue deodorant ad.Its classy and the background music really sets the mood.

Anyways have a really interesting RCB-DD match going on.Chao!!!

Fight Against Fate

The XLRI final results were announced and i was not selected.I felt disappointed as i had a good percentile score of 99.79 in XAT and had what i felt was a decent interview.But i guess the XL professors dint find me good enough to be even waitlisted.

I have never loved a girl till now so probably i wouldnt know the pain of a heartbreak, but probably this would be 10 times the pain.When the result sheet read SORRY|| my heart stopped beating for a moment and i suddenly felt directionless.

This had been my life since the past 5 years and i used to think about this 24*7.When i had decided in my first year engineering that MBA,i had to decide where i would do it. I decided that it had to be one of the top10 institutes in India and nothing else. My parents had assumed that i was against GMAT because of the huge amount of money involved, but the truth is that being their only child i couldnt stay far away from them both for the emotional and responsibility factors.

I have always liked responsibility and so there was no question of me leaving my parents in the lurch.Though there was no financial responsibilities for me,everything else mattered.So once it was set it was India where i would be doing my MBA i consulted some of my seniors,cousins and zeroed in on the following institutes:

IIM A,B,C,L,I,K ,XLRI-J,SP Jain,FMS.

I was clear that it had to be one of these.Next step was testing myself whether i was taking a right career path.So along with some of my friends joined CSI-SJCE and took part and later organized some events as well.

During the course of the 4 years of my engineering - i had found my strengths
1)Creativity
2)spontaniety
3)leadership skills
4)man-management
5) convincing abilities

I knew all this bode me a good future in management as i could build on these.Every step was carefully planned without anybody else realising that.I managed whatever i could in building a profile and had decent acads to go with it.So then came CAT 2008 and i had prepared well for it.Unfortunately i could manage only 98+ percentile and probably would have got a call for it had i had some decent workex,but i dint have that either.

I was disappointed but i knew that for doing MBA specially in India one had to be patient.
So circa 2009 i decided to expand my options and wrote XAT and FMS along with CAT.

I prepared very hard for these exams.Since i was also working i had put in that extra bit.
I used to be very tired after long office hours and the to and fro from the company from my house.I used to try to sleep in my office bus and sometimes did manage to as well,but the people in my bus being very social dint allow me most of the times.

I still remember during september-november i used to feel the great urge to sleep at around 12 in the night ,but since i wanted this badly and so used to switch on tv so that i could keep myself awake.After all the hardowork i wrote the 3 exams.XAT result came first and i got 99.79.I was very happy since for the first time in my life my efforts were answered for.Cat results were delayed due to the mismanagement by Prometric this time.I prepared zealously for interview of XL.Every page of Mint,ET was my breakfast and every program in ET Now,CNBC TV18,NDTV Profit was my dinner.

The interview was done with and went quite ok actually.The same day Cat results came out and again it was 98+. I was very sure that i would be getting 99.5+ easily as XAT was way tougher than CAT this time.But well i met with disappointment there. In this waiting period between the interview and final result i got a call for SP Jain too.

Today the XL results came and i dint get through. I was an "also-ran". I am a very bad loser and this stung me.My parents were shell shocked too. Bad luck i think has fallen in love with me and has become very possessive of me.Me even talking to some good luck will be instantly repudiated by her.

As my father said, if he could - from being a mango and newspaper seller when he was a 5 year old ,work hard and become a top government officer today,i too would one day get what i want.

When i die my signature would read


"Lost all the Battles but won the War" and i know that i will be back with a bang and get what i want.

God you too cant stop me.

Wish a Sister!!!

For those people who know me closely , they would know that i am a single child to my parents.But i had a sister.She was not a living being but was a doll made of straws gifted to me by my father when i was 3.We had named her Shobha.She was a very cute girl and i used to spend a lot of time of my childhood with her.

I used to celebrate her birthday every year on March 3rd in a very discreet manner.Dressing up her with all kind of props had become my pastime.I used to sleep keeping her near my head.I had become so protective of her that i had bitten my elder cousin's hand when he had tried to come near it.

At that young age being as immatured as i was i had made plans for her marriage,the grandness with which i would celebrate her's(of course i was part influenced with my father marrying off his three sisters and the immense difficulties we as a family had gone through).I wanted to go through all the grind.With my penchant for always thinking big i had always imagined her wedding in the Bangalore palace with richness and exuberance.She was the sole outlet of all my feelings.She would patiently hear all what i had to talk,though she dint have anything to add to it.

But after few years the straws had started to fall off and eventually Shobha was taken away from me by the very person who gave it to me.I was cross with my father for a few days but then we sat down and had a man to well, a boy talk.But still i could not forget her.
She was the sister i never had.When i see my friends with their siblings and the closeness they enjoy i feel jealous,filled with envy.

They have so many stories to tell of each other,feelings churn inside me as to why i dont have one.But being a single child you learn to live that way.I have somehow come to enjoy my loneliness. But God you played a very rude game with me. You could have been more generous with me.

Anyways people who do have siblings,treasure these relationships all your life because single children like me would know the pain of not having one.


And as for you Shobha - maybe some other janma......