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.

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!!!

Does he...in you?

Kinda bad times...huh!!

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*!!!

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!!

neen NonSmokera??

A sunny, cloudy day…heaven as confused as the mankind.

Me, Sarmad, Ruthwik having a *by 2* tea at Kumara’s tea stall next to college a place for tea, bisket, sigret, beedi,and FM songs from Banglore radio stations…thanks to a wire tied high up in the tree next nearby…here we have the stupidest ,most repeated argument …or talk or whatever…

Started by Sarmad… in his urdufied kannada “nin magane vegga?”[you a vegetarian??]

My affirmative nod prompted a question by Ruthvik “eggu tindilva??”[you haven’t even eaten egg??]

The tea is ready by now and I drink it from the stained steel glass….as whips of smoke rises around…not from the tea..its cigarette….the nikotin, tobacco shit everything burned in a white roll of paper…inhaled and exaled from between lips…..the lit cigarette glows bright n pales with every breath the guy took..the smoking guy.

But the smoke wasn’t the reason …as I get tired of this discussion which has been heard right from school days and it continues even now..I just shook my head …too bored to answer to Ruthviks query….in a attempt to make their case stronger Sarmad piches in “cake tindidya….?”[haven’t you eaten cake?]……. I nod again….”adralli egg irathe…”…*sigh* “hmmm gottu”[I know that]…and I silently agree….as I sip the hot tea which starts tasting silly after a silly talk about VEG/non Veg… I wastefull try to shut my ear of this stupid talk..and more so with the smoking guy making more noice with his caughing and caughing….

But no! Its about being veg or non veg….as my mind comes up with disturbing images of eating an animal…why would I want my stomach to be some kinda graveyard for all those bred,fed animals in some farm??

As the talk was migrating towards “neen brahmana na….nan friend voba Brahmana motte tintane” [you a Brahmin?? One of my friend a brahmin eats eggs]……God saved me…….. the non veg brigade got distracted by the speeding gals on scooty as we where about to cross the road …and the topic changes just as fast…”Gaadi irbekitu..1 choke kodtide…ha”[ Should have been on vehicle… would have give a choke to them…ha!!]

No offence to any friends of mine who are “non vegga!!!”

Eat what you want... just CUT THE SMOKE

a Story...............

At the shelf beside the bed, under the denims and shirts a place which was quite dark to be in , the half-read books of the ‘boy’ were having their annual general meeting. There were the Readers digests ,Textbooks, Noteboks, Harry Potters,The World is Flat, Alchemist, One night @ call center and many more and quite a few NIIT books. As with each year, The Maths textbook opened the day’s proceedings. In his welcome address, he regaled the conferenc with his favourite anecdote about a ‘boy’ who used to study from it when things he had to offer was relevant to the 'boy' . And with each page, boy’s knowledge improved and even though the boy skipped a few things in between he finally passed the boards with decent grades and he was being modest….

The delegates clapped appreciatively and soon dispersed to attend the various workshops being conducted throughout the day. There was ‘a book is forever, not just for holidays’ where several books that had been gifted/bought through the holidays aired their anger at the disservice done to them. There was ‘Never been touched’ where books that had never been pried open by eager hands cried their hearts out. The ‘I’m an autobiography, get me out of here’ section was buzzing with few books that held the lives of people famous and infamous but had languished for want of readers who loked beyond the photographs . And then there was the hugely popular ‘Borrowed and never returned’ section which attracted loads of dissatisfied books from the friends of the ‘boy’ and had never been returned to the true owner and then there where other stalls for ‘I was made a movie’who spoke of readers who had not taken the time to plod through the plot and instead picked up a movie version of the book and the latest entrant was ‘the guide’.

Then there was the ‘ I am being eaten’ where books so hardly moved from there place where being chewed away buy hungry monstrous termites. Not to forget ‘I was used to kill’ section where books showed off the flies, ants and insects which where accidentally or purposefully killed by the ‘boy’ as they crawled or flew through the them.

The organizers had thoughtfully arranged for grooming sessions where the books could have their bent pages straightened and the coffee/and curry/blood stains paled. But by evening, as hard-covers dusted off their Covers and as soft binds slid bookmarks back in their midst and everyone had vented their hatred of the Harry Potter series which was aloof all along [of course, they weren't jealous], a sense of gloom and sadness had descended. The books sulked back into the shelf they came from. But this summit was not like any other …it was time to awaken, to fight back, to register a protest and not to give in meekly ……..thus they all vowed, they will make extra effort and refuse to be shut when their reader fell asleep with the pages agape. No, they will not sit quite until they have been read through…….. But the innocent books had no clue the ‘boy’ sporting a rather disturbing pimple on his nose had seen them all ,heard them all and before they could protest ...he put more denims and shirts and muffled their protesting voices….but the books dint give up…all the notes quipped in “WAIT TILL EXAMS SUCKER……………DON’T COME TO US LATER!!!

The 'boy' snickered ……..”The new semester has just begun!!!”

But a voice came from the back of his mind “but the results haven’t ………“

The end!