Archive for December 2007
Benny Lava
If you’ve seen this watch it again.
If you haven’t yet, what have you been doing?
(Hat Tip: Sudhir, Betty, Brian and Tony)
Get up stand up!
Darfur has been a site for an unprecedented manslaughter for the past 4 years or so. The Sudanese President Omar-al-Bashir has ordered the blocking of the passage meant for the peace-keeping forces. He, in the first place, had given the janjaweed the green signal to launch an offensive on the rebel soldiers who sought to overthrow his government. What happened is the janjaweed began an indiscriminate killing of people which has taken more than 2.5 million lives to date.
Please help save Darfur. The American and Chinese Presidents can easily coerce President Bashir into co-operation. But they are refraining from it. You could help by signing a small petition. Click here to send a petition to US President Bush and UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon.
Act now and you could save many lives. Let this be your good deed for Christmas and the new year.
Craptastic weather
Some might prefer calling it romantic, but you’d share my views too if you had to drive to work (through Bangalore traffic mind you) on 2 wheels in a monotonous heavy drizzle. The traffic I can take, the rains I can’t. It’s no less than 3rd degree I assure you.
I’m sitting in front of my computer drenched to the bone and wishing I were in a desert. And the weather forecast for Bangalore says it’s gonna be this way for the next 3-4 days. Thank heavens I’m out of this place on the 26th. Don’t want to be stuck indoors with a full week’s vacation.
If you’re in Bangalore I suggest you go listen to any Aqua song and make your day even crappier.
High flying Prez
A few days back most newspapers carried a news that Amravati is getting a new Rs. 400 crore airport. It is a well known fact that the aforementioned city is President Pratibha Patil’s domicile, but is it necessary to spend 400 crore of our tax money just to humor the first lady?
A huge new international airport is already underway at Nagpur, which is hardly 4 hours drive from Amravati. What is the need to spend so callously when there’s no apparent demand for something? On the other hand I’m saddened by the news because the same money could have been used to rehabilitate widows of the farmers who committed suicide two years back. Farmer suicides continue even today with Maharashtra (and most notably the Vidarbha region) contributing north of 3000 cases every year.
The same money could also have been spent on the new Pune international airport coming up near Chakan. This project has taken more than a decade to materialize. The least the prez could have done is expedite the construction by channelizing the money there.
I’m not against Maharashtra’s development. But I think the woman has simply tarnished the image of a President that the common man had built up during the Kalam tenure.
The Pro-Wrestling Doc
Had lunch at the casual Casa Piccola today. When I walked out of there and hopped onto the bike, I saw something that delayed me by another 6 mins. I was laughing so hard, I had tears in my eyes and an alarm in my head that I had better slowed down or I’ll crap my pants.
Now Casa Piccola is in a posh business district of town called Cunningham Road. And this is what I saw this on a place which looks could tell, was a clinic.
Dr. Ratnakant B Patil
Algologist
(Pain Specialist)
Maybe the dude’s some high-funda doctor who’s got degrees and accolades from all around the world for his work. But look how the poor fell ended up sounding more like some mask wearing beefcake.
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Update: Here’s a pic I took of the place last evening.
Super Sunday
Was wondering what adventure this Sunday would bring. Last evening was almost skeptical about even a remote chance of doing anything interesting on the erstwhile “rest your back and put an ice pack to the rump” day. Would have been a nice change to relax with a nice cigar and a large Jim Beam and gaze at the idiot box.
But fate with its infinite ways to sodomize my hopes to get more rust onto my bones, had other plans. Now I have a lunch to go to with friends from the French class, a ticket to the India-Pakistan match at Chinnaswamy stadium and passes to the ‘America’ concert the same night. The last one’s recently been confirmed. Might hold a backstage meet n greet opportunity with one of the finest folk rock groups. Woohoo!
Why the hell does it sound like I’m ranting though? Beats me.