Childhood Photos where good but once that make you regret are those which have all these weird facial expressions by me.
Some have straight face,blank expression,lost in thoughts kind of photos,others have a more sinister expressions frowning,biting lips,etc.
Of course in school where we had the occasional group photos where we sat in the order of height or stood like a line of suspects for an invisible witness to identify. The photographer never asked us to smile - he basically fiddled with his camera until he could get the entire group in focus and then clicked.
Each time with a weird expressions,was it on purpose I don't remember but I was a fan of "THE ROCK" from W.W.F so that may explain one of the eye brow raised looks in some of the photos.
Not to forget those Photos where the guy behind the camera took hours to click the photo and the whole group is giggling for some reason or the other ,while some get tears in eyes as they keep staring at the camera for such a long time,its blink and u miss situation.
In college, I needed a passport size photo for some reason ,could have been for a hall ticket or something. In a scary dark room, lit by lights behind umbrellas or something,the photographer asked me to sit on a bench. Times when you feel how awkward it would be like to sit in a press conference,all cameras pointed on you and they Flash!!!
Here I sit and try giving the 'best'est descent pose as he asks "camera kade noodi sir"[look at the camera sir]in the anticipation of the 'flash' I steadily look at it[concentrated literally] while he clicked. And he forgot to say 'smile'. So when the prints came out they had me looking very worried about something,and the Photographer shared the expression while handing it out to me.People who saw the picture never ceased to wonder what had engaged my attention so much - some making hyper imaginative stories which mainly revolved around a upset stomach,to the Photographer being onto something!!
Each time,something goes wrong.For example,it may be your hairs[a lot of times],pimples in wrong place,a fly flying across and thus gracing you with a birthmark on your cheeks,blinking of eyes at the 'flash', or doing some personal chores thinking those activities are "OUT OF FRAME".
Reason am not into modeling ;) and keeping that ID card hidden away from people :D!!!
Cameraman:'smile please'!!
You:Pardon! *FLASH*
You & Cameraman:DAMN!!!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
RUN,the sky is falling....
US aka Uncle Sam saves mankind from a disaster by bombing it apart.
Really??
Its not often you hear a US satellite malfunctioning,so I was quite surprised to hear a strange news about a US spy satellite tumbling towards earth and the dangers it may pose to the people of the world!!But Uncle Sam being the godfather of us all chose to destroy the falling thing before it could come down and hence save mankind...yeah whatever!!
Apart from being a "SPY SATELLITE" this out of control oldie satellite with its toxic fuels may have been highly dangerous so THEY HAD TO DESTROY IT!!!
Now how do you destroy a satellite falling from the darkness above at a speed of 27,000 km/hour!!
US did it with a missile they launched from a ship!!
It wasn't done before ,which raises few questions:
How was US so sure they would accomplish to destroy something falling at such great speed??
What if they failed and the damned satellite fell on populated area,or anywhere for that matter??
If they weren't sure,was it a an experiment to test a missile to bring down potential enemy satellite??
The display and testing of such technically advance missile which can proves it can hit down anything from anywhere, will certainly send countries around the world into a tizzy and urgency to develop their own such missiles --and hence lead to more 'weapon'isation of earth,water and space!!
And to be away from these weapons well all you can do is
Run away,but be careful,the path is full of land mines,Fly away and make sure there is no missile tailing you,Swim away well beware of submarines,bombs from sky and yeah Sharks with red stripes and white stars in blue!!!
Dear Uncle Sam,
All place on map other thn 'USA' isn't a Practical Lab and all except Tom,Dick and Harry[read Americans,Bush and Tony Blair] aren't lab rats.
Yours AM SO NOT YOURS
ram
P.S:stop bullshitting the world !!!
Came across this blog which shared the view somewhat.
Really??
Its not often you hear a US satellite malfunctioning,so I was quite surprised to hear a strange news about a US spy satellite tumbling towards earth and the dangers it may pose to the people of the world!!But Uncle Sam being the godfather of us all chose to destroy the falling thing before it could come down and hence save mankind...yeah whatever!!
Apart from being a "SPY SATELLITE" this out of control oldie satellite with its toxic fuels may have been highly dangerous so THEY HAD TO DESTROY IT!!!
Now how do you destroy a satellite falling from the darkness above at a speed of 27,000 km/hour!!
US did it with a missile they launched from a ship!!
It wasn't done before ,which raises few questions:
How was US so sure they would accomplish to destroy something falling at such great speed??
What if they failed and the damned satellite fell on populated area,or anywhere for that matter??
If they weren't sure,was it a an experiment to test a missile to bring down potential enemy satellite??
The display and testing of such technically advance missile which can proves it can hit down anything from anywhere, will certainly send countries around the world into a tizzy and urgency to develop their own such missiles --and hence lead to more 'weapon'isation of earth,water and space!!
And to be away from these weapons well all you can do is
Run away,but be careful,the path is full of land mines,Fly away and make sure there is no missile tailing you,Swim away well beware of submarines,bombs from sky and yeah Sharks with red stripes and white stars in blue!!!
Dear Uncle Sam,
All place on map other thn 'USA' isn't a Practical Lab and all except Tom,Dick and Harry[read Americans,Bush and Tony Blair] aren't lab rats.
Yours AM SO NOT YOURS
ram
P.S:stop bullshitting the world !!!
Came across this blog which shared the view somewhat.
Friday, February 22, 2008
east shows off in front of west...and west likes it!!
Random Effects of Globalisation:A Pakistani guy dancing to a Bollywood song in front of Chicago audience on 'Americans got talent' show and getting a lot of applauds from all!!!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
After a hard days play
Cricket!!!Everyone loves the game and its the game that drove some of my "gandhi" calssmates to bunk a maths class.
So we had a cricket match on a thankfully cloudy Saturday morning and it was all fun and tiring!!
The spirit was not down inspite of the debacle of a match Team India had against the Mighty Aussies who had a new trick up their sleeve or sleeveless tights or whatever they were wearing....The "nicknames" on their jersey!!For example ,Lee is Binga, Symonds is "maa[n]ki" aah kidding sorry he is "roy" ,Brad Hodge is Dodgeball and there was someone called Catfish too. While these Cricketers go all nick names...I wonder isn't it time the Tennis players had a nick name too??
My friend Kaushik is a big fan of tennis and his nick name is sunny- short and sweet
but what about the players ....the ZTennis Dplayers!!??
Russia lost the supremacy to USA but in tennis it prevails as was evident in the The Australian Open!!!
You have Novok Djokovic who won the Australian Open, beating Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in the finals. Before the match started, there were animated discussions between the two, with the former wanting to know if the ‘t’ was silent in the latter’s surname and the latter commenting on the utter stupidity of the former adding a ‘d’ to his surname. Finally Djokovic prevailed as his name conveyed a sense of raw power, that Tsongo’s name lacked. I somehow felt Tsorry for Tsongo, as he was simply out-named.
The women’s tennis circuit has some pretty formidable line-up as well.
I remember that once upon a time there was just Navratilova and her eight sisters, Ek-ratilova, Do-ratilova, Teen-ratilova, Char-ratilova.....etc .Then along came Anna Kournikova brother of Tangi Kournikova[aah nevermind the gender now]. But, now you have Anastiya Miskina, Yelena Dementyava, Vera Zvonaryova ,Svetlana Kuznetsova, Lina Krasnorutskaya and Myasthenia Gravis. What chance does someone with a tame and docile name like Sania Mirza have, unless she changes it to Sanialana Mirzavonsky through a gazette notification and produces copy certified by a notary public and never mind if she is pulled down by some Fatwa!!
Nick names are way better...and so is Cricket!!!
P.S: Share your nick names dear readers and well mine is *censored*!!!
So we had a cricket match on a thankfully cloudy Saturday morning and it was all fun and tiring!!
The spirit was not down inspite of the debacle of a match Team India had against the Mighty Aussies who had a new trick up their sleeve or sleeveless tights or whatever they were wearing....The "nicknames" on their jersey!!For example ,Lee is Binga, Symonds is "maa[n]ki" aah kidding sorry he is "roy" ,Brad Hodge is Dodgeball and there was someone called Catfish too. While these Cricketers go all nick names...I wonder isn't it time the Tennis players had a nick name too??
My friend Kaushik is a big fan of tennis and his nick name is sunny- short and sweet
but what about the players ....the ZTennis Dplayers!!??
Russia lost the supremacy to USA but in tennis it prevails as was evident in the The Australian Open!!!
You have Novok Djokovic who won the Australian Open, beating Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in the finals. Before the match started, there were animated discussions between the two, with the former wanting to know if the ‘t’ was silent in the latter’s surname and the latter commenting on the utter stupidity of the former adding a ‘d’ to his surname. Finally Djokovic prevailed as his name conveyed a sense of raw power, that Tsongo’s name lacked. I somehow felt Tsorry for Tsongo, as he was simply out-named.
The women’s tennis circuit has some pretty formidable line-up as well.
I remember that once upon a time there was just Navratilova and her eight sisters, Ek-ratilova, Do-ratilova, Teen-ratilova, Char-ratilova.....etc .Then along came Anna Kournikova brother of Tangi Kournikova[aah nevermind the gender now]. But, now you have Anastiya Miskina, Yelena Dementyava, Vera Zvonaryova ,Svetlana Kuznetsova, Lina Krasnorutskaya and Myasthenia Gravis. What chance does someone with a tame and docile name like Sania Mirza have, unless she changes it to Sanialana Mirzavonsky through a gazette notification and produces copy certified by a notary public and never mind if she is pulled down by some Fatwa!!
Nick names are way better...and so is Cricket!!!
P.S: Share your nick names dear readers and well mine is *censored*!!!
One sleepy afternoon
In the greater darkness of powercut,in the glow of a afternoon sun...through the grilled gates I witness thus:
on the tarred road with potholes not so many... two boys are cycling up and down the street on a new more alien like bikes of today, the smaller of the two sitting pillion. He is clinging to the larger boy's back like a small monkey, his eyelids scrunched together to keep out the intrusive afternoon sun that knocks with a hot, insistent hand. After a few lazy laps the smaller one begins to whine and complain. It’s his chance he insists, his turn to navigate their ship. The larger boy ignores him, choosing instead to introduce a swaying motion to his pedaling so that the cycle careens, left right left right. The smaller boy is silenced temporarily; distracted by this new trick ,but good times don't last long,and soon enough he starts up again. His pleas get louder, a tinge of annoyance and anger slipping in to the occasional ‘Anna’[brother] to pacify any backlash from the larger one, picking at the striped back before him and flailing his legs out in petulance. The larger boy finally relents and gets off, his face sweaty and his chest pumping up and down , he looks at as his friend struggling on to the cycle with his shorter chubbier legs. After a few slips and slides, the small boy finally sits triumphantly on his throne and beckons the other to sit astride with a jerk of his head. The larger boy looks at him a moment, emotions of pride and ego flashes on his face and throwing back a careless snicker he walks away.
The younger looks back,half confused half unsure but that lits up his face as he pedals along happily away and free ..with or without crew...I AM THE CAPTAIN!!
POWER is back and I am back on my bed,back to sleep,back to my dreams,be the CAPTAIN!!
on the tarred road with potholes not so many... two boys are cycling up and down the street on a new more alien like bikes of today, the smaller of the two sitting pillion. He is clinging to the larger boy's back like a small monkey, his eyelids scrunched together to keep out the intrusive afternoon sun that knocks with a hot, insistent hand. After a few lazy laps the smaller one begins to whine and complain. It’s his chance he insists, his turn to navigate their ship. The larger boy ignores him, choosing instead to introduce a swaying motion to his pedaling so that the cycle careens, left right left right. The smaller boy is silenced temporarily; distracted by this new trick ,but good times don't last long,and soon enough he starts up again. His pleas get louder, a tinge of annoyance and anger slipping in to the occasional ‘Anna’[brother] to pacify any backlash from the larger one, picking at the striped back before him and flailing his legs out in petulance. The larger boy finally relents and gets off, his face sweaty and his chest pumping up and down , he looks at as his friend struggling on to the cycle with his shorter chubbier legs. After a few slips and slides, the small boy finally sits triumphantly on his throne and beckons the other to sit astride with a jerk of his head. The larger boy looks at him a moment, emotions of pride and ego flashes on his face and throwing back a careless snicker he walks away.
The younger looks back,half confused half unsure but that lits up his face as he pedals along happily away and free ..with or without crew...I AM THE CAPTAIN!!
POWER is back and I am back on my bed,back to sleep,back to my dreams,be the CAPTAIN!!
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