Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Smile please - random innocence



Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Tastefully abusive - Christine Fair

I've used the above tweet to introduce Christine Fair, Associate Professor Georgetown University whose research focuses on political and military affairs in South Asia  (FYI: all sophisticated people of the sub-continent: Kapure are balls/testicles, bund is ass, chum is kiss, chitte is fair). I am no expert in International affairs to comment on her academic prowess but one thing I know she is very funny. She easily establishes her expertise on South Asia by making strategic use of Punjabi / Urdu in her tweets.

A number of her desi (generally Indian) followers admire Christine's language skills:
It's interesting to see Christine using Urdu / Punjabi to drive home points. She often rubs elite of the subcontinent  wrong way. Recently she decided to make public, her private conversation with Maliha Lodhi, Pakistani Ambassador to the UN.


It was a polite chat initiated by Lodhi but the way she made it public, was an instant hit with Indians. She is a big critic of Pak army and that is why very popular in India. But a lot of people in India mistake her criticism of Pak army as support to Indian bigotry - as a result we regularly see bloody Hindu noses also on Twitter.


This blog doesn't intend to discuss international politics but to tickle you. I find Christine, funny who manages to grab attention while discussing serious topics. And in the end, I want to share two more examples, enjoy!




She wanted to sign her book for an army officer with:

"Sub se bare chutiya ke liye."

And then she told the person who asked for a signed copy:

"And, if that was not acceptable, "Cattar sahab mere bund chum sakte hain."

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Love in Crazy Times by KV Gautam


I still remember the basement of a residential building where I first met KV Gautam. This multi-talented guy was sitting in an office which had an air of mysticism and no sign board. Every query that came to mind found a shady answer that afternoon.  But my desperation for job was mightier than the issues I could fathom.  I decided to be KV’s colleague – as if I had many choices. :-)

We have spent some of our craziest times together in cubby holes of Delhi’s corporate world. And here is an account of those times in the novel Love in Crazy Times by KV Gautam. The book is a work of fiction but I can tell you a lot of it is set in reality.  As I was flipping page after page the time we spent together did a rewind.

Hilarious at times this tale of a young man is a commentary on our society. It has a bit of everything – caste system, parental pressure, corporate manipulation and other evils – a young man struggles with. And like any good story it eventually has an exciting finish.  Read it today to see shades of your own struggles.
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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Student counsellor

Meeting one of the best friends and my first colleague turned many leaves backward so here I am back to blog. My first office in life was a funny and weird place. It’s vivid in mindscape, i walked out of my childhood friend's room on 24 May 04 to do the first ever job hunt of my life. I took an auto to Camp to catch Ring Road Mudrika for Ashram. From Ashram I’d to take another bus for my Mahtura Road destination. The destination was a swank office of Rai University, a multi-level stone and wood marvel – good enough to overwhelm me. But the experience awaiting me was just more exhilarating then i could have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Here is a man from small town surrounded by young girls staring, pulling and making all sorts of advances. Those white caps and white Ts were adding to these modern and beautiful women’s personality. My jaw dropped the moment i entered the premise. I never knew i was such a big talent or hunk or whaterver…something big that all these girls were giving me unprecedented attention.

The smartest of them all was quick to ask, “Hiiiiiiiiii, what’s your good name?” But i was, honestly, interested in answering questions of another girl, who was not asking. Still i made sure that i answered facing her: Rr..AHUl. I ensured that it sounded as cool as possible somewhere close to Rahuls played by SRK. The girl instantly picked my name. She was using my name as if we'd known each other for ages.

“OK Rahul where are you from?”

"I am originally from…Arm…i belong to Lucknow…Ahem…i come from Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh but currently i am sharing room with my childhood friend in Mukherjee Nagar Delhi. He is preparing for IAS (i meant thus i am closer to power)". Now after years i can tell you, i was not that close to power since he could not clear IAS.

The girl was very comforting; sensing my nervousness, she put her hand on my shoulder, came extremely close to me and i got happily uncomfortable. She asked, “So Rahul! what have you done", thrusting herself in me in a crowded corridor. As if i am the only good man there who would not violate limits…of course i was (still am) good. I was on the verge of falling in love when the girl asked in which stream you are interested in.

I want to become public relations manager. She said, "i am sure you will become one day and a very successful one" with a twinkle in her eyes accompanied with a meaningless, for me, smirk. “Shall i register you for our Bachelor in Mass communications entrance?”

“No!!!...please!!!...actually!!!”

“I am here to apply for Public relations officer's post you advertised in TOI while showing my multi-tasking skills i pulled out dog-eared cutting of the ad.”

The same smirk was back on her face when i first mentioned the term Public Relations Officer and quickly turned into disgust. In the mean time, other girls started giggling; she in her sternest tone uttered, "you should have told me before" And i wanted to say, "you should have asked me before i am already in love." Before i could utter anything she walked across the long hall with green granite flooring."

A coffee-wallah who was directed towards me before the hell broke was given a subtle instruction: "no need to entertain now." The girl i was in love discussed something with a well rounded lady standing at the end of that impressive hall full of teak wood furniture and immaculate interior.

The lady walked towards me and as her face became clearer, i was like, "i am late by 20 years otherwise i could have seen you in prime." Her face was beautiful and was telling it all about her glorious past. She flung a form towards me and told, in her musical voice, "you need to fill this and send it to us we will consider."

The newspaper ad was very clear walk-in-interviews. The ad missed to mention the position was only for females that i came to know much later when i joined the same group after good 2 years. I took the form came out and started walking only to realize that I couldn’t feel the heat and distance in the cosy company of the young (I want to write hot) chic. Oh God!!! How badly i was missing her that i couldn't even realize that i was rejected in my first ever job hunt without consideration.

While filling the entry-exit register i could see another young boy breathless standing amidst those girls. And the lady sitting at the counter introduced me to a new term by asking a question: “How was our STUDENT COUNSELLOR, can you please fill this feedback form?”

My answer, “SEDUCTIVE”.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Amartya Sen lacks sense of humour....

I just couldn't help sharing this. Times of India (April 21, 2009) Front page just below masthead one of the lead stories:
MULAYAM'S PROMISE TO BAN ENGLISH LEAVES AMARTYA SEN FUMING

It's a cracker of a story Amartya Sen either lacks understanding of humour or he lacks it completely. At least in this case, he completely missed the joke of our reverend leader Dharti putra (the son of the soil or shall i say soiled son) Mulayam Singh Yadav.
(Visualize: on his left his right hand man Amar Singh thinking about the next Bollywood star in his party and on his right Big B not this time it's Jhappi-Pappi Sanjay Dutt).

Mulayam Singh cracks this joke before every election BAN ENGLISH...BAN COMPOOTER, and gets votes because of his sense humour. And poor Nobel laureate Amartya Sen started fearing that Nobel Academy might ask him translate all his work in Hindi because of Mulayam.

Sir ji – No worries…it was a joke. Sada (our) Mulayam is quite mulayam (soft) on this promise in his election manifesto.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

TV news???

Can you find the acronym TV news for me???

Over the period of last three months I have not viewed much of Indian TV news. But whatever I have seen I can derive one Taleban Views News.


All our reporters know more about Taleban than our intelligence agencies. I even suspect Taleban knows less about themselves than our own Deepak Chaurasia, Sumit Awasthi, Rajdeep Sardesai, Sagarika Ghosh, how can I forget Barkha Dutt…I owe one post in the honour of our own the one and only Lioness of Kargil, Gujrat, Gulf...Barkha.

If anyone can offer something better and authentic for this abbreviation TV news I will be grateful. Like Tootay Views (broken views) News, Tadkeywale Vichar (spiced up views) News…Punchline for news channel will be tooti khabrein bikharte reporters (broken news scattered reporters) - ODTV.

Feel free to let your imagination fly...waise bhi ham feel hi to jada free kartein hai…In any case we feel excessively free. Don't you trust me??? Look at our roads all the streaks on walls and puddles at footpaths will tell you the tales of our freedom.

I think I am lost in the freedom of expression… ;)