tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78956371735715362024-02-18T20:11:51.349-08:00Lock, Stock and BarrelPercussions of my MindAJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-19205361537173190392010-06-17T07:24:00.001-07:002010-06-17T11:44:28.920-07:00SoapImagine life was a daily soap ..<p>(AJinkya typing .. )</p><p>T h i s</p><p> i s</p><p> m y</p><p> f i r s t</p><p> p o s t </p><p> a f t e r </p><p> 3 </p><p> o d d</p><p> m o n t h s .....</p><p>(and you must be wondering why so many spaces between the keys typed ?! Its a daily soap damn it ....</p><p>this was a major event so director shot my typing as a slow motion sequence and rotated the camera around me showing my face from time to time and zooming in with pauses.)</p><p>I want slow motion shots in my life too where I can watch the person in front of me for 5 mins (at least!) </p><p>... And my mom wasted her energy all these years slapping me 5 times for my misdeeds!</p><p>Just one slap and the director would have taken care to rewind and show it 5 times .. </p><p>I would have loved to see the scene paused and shown from all angles when I broke the window glass and stood dumbstruck in front of my dad.</p><p>... Long silence, his face, my face</p><p>his face, my face,</p><p>his face, my face .. (3 mins passed) ...long silence (+1 min). Paaaaat! (tight slap) ... I fly in air with the impact, ... scene stopped in mid air - I have an astonished look on my face - </p><p>again ....his face, my face,</p><p> his face, my face,</p><p>his face, my face - i am in mid air, he has not budged....</p><p>.. sudden outburst, he packs a punch on my face and i fly back towards the sofa! Bang!</p><p><img src="http://www.indiabookofrecords.in/images/S_20100401065019AM_logo-IBR-copy.jpg" style="width: 100px; height: 100px; " border="0">These soaps wont run a month if slow motion shots were not allowed. And let alone the fast forward wrap up they do if the series is asked to close down. They will show enemies becoming friends, separated</p><p>couples come together first season girlfriend comes back and marries the hero (mostly cause the lead actress has already left the soap!) ... and they happily live ever after. </p><p>And the fact that people discuss these daily soaps as real life happening is as unfathomable as the fact as to why the hell does superman wear his underwear outside his pants!</p>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-37259446209256846562010-03-02T03:55:00.000-08:002010-03-02T04:19:50.854-08:00Mom and The Idiot Box<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/3000043759_56867ff344.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 210px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/3000043759_56867ff344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I love my parents and they love me too. Parents are a unique species. They think everything bad is because of you upto an age where you start earning.<br />When I was a child, the event of a flower pot breaking was always associated with me - "You had something to do with this, didnt ya?" ..my mom used to go. Cracking of windows, she didnt even care to ask that question. Her thinking out loud - "Sigh! Where did I go wrong in bringing you up ?!" ... was always followed by me - "Ma, its not you, its me!". (Well I guess modern day break-ups have something to do with these childhood situations ;)<br />But the worst stare from my mother (and well.. sometimes father) used to come when we both used to be watching a movie and in comes a steamy kiss scene or a scene with the actress (heroine if you are a bollywood freak!) under an eco-friendly oath with a strict no-clothes regime.<br />The parental look was a killer one! It was the one saying "Look what you have done! How can you do this to us." ... God! I always feel guilty as if I had directed the scene and my mom just found out.<br />Why do we feel this guilt i have no clue, but the stare just makes us feel that we are the culprit.. the whole "cultural system" is going down cause of us!.<br />I used to dive for the remote control to switch the channel but the odds of finding it before the scene was over were way too low anyways. And by the time I got to the remote control the scene was over. Such pity, I missed the whole scene in the control hunt, ended up changing the channel just when the actors were done, and my mom gave me a look which said "you should have been in the industry with such drama skills of i-am-not-able-to-find-the-remote-control-damn-it! and you find it only when the actress gets up the next morning for her breakfast eh?".<br /><br />(image courtesy : http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/3000043759_56867ff344.jpg )AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-61834782032125425092010-02-17T09:26:00.000-08:002010-02-17T09:39:24.968-08:00To SnK (read as SnK and not SrK pls!)(This ones for Ketaki!)<br />My friend introduced us to his to-be-wife today. (I mean he introduced us "today" ..not his "today's wife" :P )<br /> It was like "these are the guys you gonna have to bear with for your life now" ..I guess that was the reason we had no other girl-friends in the "meeting", so that she would have to pass the test of being the alone girl in the group .. it was all about how she copes with the pressure of we being around! (For the records - she is a sweet-heart and did alright in the test. And to top it all she hates the kkkkkkhan too .. which was a moment for celebration ..dont worry I am not going to end the post in these braces..)<br />It was fun for us to see who are going to be the new members of the "circle".. Fun for us but she had an expression ... God I am going to feed these guys on weekends ?! These guys will be hanging around my place .. nooooo!! (Trust me I know that expression ;)<br /><br />We wanted to know everything in the first meeting itself! what she likes, dislikes, favorite movies, sports, .. in the heat of the moment I even asked her "Can you sing ?" ... I ran for all the forks on the table .. she was so gonna stab me!<br /><br /><br />Long live the two.AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-16395532330820003222009-12-28T10:49:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:03:25.185-08:00Pockets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weeklyreader.com/readandwriting/content/binary/pockets.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.weeklyreader.com/readandwriting/content/binary/pockets.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well pockets ... trouser pockets ... every wondered why they were made ? They were created for men damn it ! How dumb are ya ?<br />We men need those ... why do we need those ? For no reason .. yes that is the reason - "for no reason" When we have nothing to do what do we do ? We put our hands in our pockets .. What do we do in awkward situations and awkward pauses - we put our hands in our pockets.<br />When we dont know how to impress a girl - yeah you guessed it right, we put our hands in our pockets showing her how cool we are! How dumb can we get ?<br />Our jean pockets are our best friends. With those we face no fear, we are not afraid of the silence between conversations neither the crappy social small talk we need to do to sustain in this society of yours!<br />And all these days you were dumb enough to think that we have pockets to keep our things, cellphone, keys, blah blah blah...<br />And women have their hand-bags/purses whatever you want to call those (I never know at what size the purse qualifies to be called a hand-bag ... sorry unaware of the threshold size for the promotion :( .. ) to keep their stuff.<br />Seldom do you see a girl in need of her jean pockets to start a conversation or a small talk ...<br /><br />I guess we men are too scared that sooner or latter we will show the finger during the conversation ... hence the need ... of pockets!<br /><br />(image courtesy : <a href="http://www.weeklyreader.com/readandwriting/content/binary/pockets.jpeg">http://www.weeklyreader.com/readandwriting/content/binary/pockets.jpeg</a>)AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-52354986535972001562009-12-22T11:12:00.000-08:002010-01-30T01:35:56.099-08:00No Tag No FagGirls have a deep desire to put a label on whatever they can. Like relationships .. their mind goes marking people, I bet thats what they use to distinguish people rather than the appearance. They live in the Avatar world where they see labels on the avatar's forehead. Closely notice them .. they go "guy with a long nose", "bald guy", "rich guy", "clooney look alike", "poor man's Shahrukh" ... then there are tags like "just a friend" which are more devastating than the break up. Its like you never got an entry into the team which feels worse than the team leaving you out for performance reasons.<br /><br />Not only this opposite sex has to tag people, they are always in search of tags for things which are not yet tagged. In a relationship, what do you think a girl means when she says "where is this thing going .. ?" She wants an answer or rather a tag to put on it "committed" or "not committed" you bastard!<br /><br />Why do only girls have a single "best friend" .. Please girls do let me know what exactly do you mean by "best friend". Is there a set of questions you ask yourself OR your so called "best friend" - answering which she is officially tagged as your best friend ? I want that questionnaire too for God's sake!<br />Guys never have a best friend. And if you find any guy mentioning that "best-friend" tag then the odds of him not being gay are equivalent to an Indian not knowing the significance of the name "Sachin".<br />Never saw a guy tagging someone as he is my best friend for life! Cause we dont tag :)<br />What is a "best friend" anyways ? Is he/she really the best ? These days I hear girls saying "she is ONE of my best friends ?" Superlative! I cant stop laughing on these kind..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://startlingmoniker.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/5-17-08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 821px; height: 243px;" src="http://startlingmoniker.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/5-17-08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-26272112095280645382009-11-29T12:02:00.000-08:002009-11-29T12:06:26.388-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hI3j6wsEitAwNlWPqS89iUZQW3Wzmx5ysAU1kyOZo1UjnHYrmoEc1LMqD2DwjMJnXhB58m77COh8x4i5sXbl4rLOYkPpBu43Ne4lTRzOPPnZ8xwDyduWkLcnSMkiRT0BUTLR9_oNhg/s1600/skirt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hI3j6wsEitAwNlWPqS89iUZQW3Wzmx5ysAU1kyOZo1UjnHYrmoEc1LMqD2DwjMJnXhB58m77COh8x4i5sXbl4rLOYkPpBu43Ne4lTRzOPPnZ8xwDyduWkLcnSMkiRT0BUTLR9_oNhg/s400/skirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409619407415789122" border="0" /></a>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-8195858969851161532009-09-18T22:02:00.000-07:002009-09-18T23:29:46.733-07:00Barber<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.public-domain-photos.com/free-cliparts-1-big/transportation/aiga-symbols/aiga_barber_shop_beauty_salon1.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.public-domain-photos.com/free-cliparts-1-big/transportation/aiga-symbols/aiga_barber_shop_beauty_salon1.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Well I am in a process of extending the black strands on my head. Hair! Such a unique thing hair is ...<br />I always wonder, why not make a protein powder using discarded hair, after all hair is made up of 91% protein ! Damn! Now I know where all my protein consumption of the day goes. I had heard a stand up comedy sometime where the comedian right described hair, "Hair is such a beautiful thing, we dont have a problem kissing another person on the head right on his hair... but one strand of this hair if tries to set lose and land in your soup, its havoc! "There is a hair in my soup! There is a hair in my soup!" I have seen people lose their mind if they find a hair piece in their food.<br /><br />I always look forward to going to a barber, cause that is the only place i get to read those crap movie magazines and have a good laugh! I bet there was a barber's conference when the business was a low in the 70's and 80's where people wouldnt care to trim their hair, every couple from behind looked like a female couple. And this conference finally came to the conclusion that dumb movie magazines was the only solution to the losing business!<br /><br />My friend has an interesting take on this, he says "You should go to a new barber each time. Seeing a new customer he gives you special attension and treatment so that you come again! But once you are there for the second time he takes you for granted. So the mantra is to go to a new barber in the city every time you want a trim.. .think about it"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.interbiz.com.au/images/hair_salon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1050px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.interbiz.com.au/images/hair_salon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Images courtesy :<br /><a href="http://www.public-domain-photos.com/free-cliparts-1-big/transportation/aiga-symbols/aiga_barber_shop_beauty_salon1.png">http://www.public-domain-photos.com/free-cliparts-1-big/transportation/aiga-symbols/aiga_barber_shop_beauty_salon1.png</a><br /><a href="http://www.interbiz.com.au/images/hair_salon.jpg">http://www.interbiz.com.au/images/hair_salon.jpg</a>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-28725188383956303312009-09-13T01:56:00.000-07:002009-09-13T11:40:35.441-07:00Women are from heaven, men are just mortals!Disclaimer : I dont drink! I am no male chauvinist!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.glyphjockey.com/pix07/wonderwoman1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.glyphjockey.com/pix07/wonderwoman1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Seinfeld had once rightly said "What do men want? - ans: women! ". And "what do women want? - ans: we dont know"<br />whole aim of a mans life is to get a woman that was the reason this species was created in the first place - to find women. The ultimate destiny of a man is .........<br />yeah cant think of one right, here is the answer - to find a woman damn it!<br />It is all part of the Divine Plan. There were only women on the planet initially, men were only created so that the women could see these incapacitated creatures craving for them and soliciting to get them. And the "male dominance" and crap was created only by the astute God so that the men dont feel too miserable. But we men are so innocent that we just bask in the glory of male-dominance while the women are laughing (or rather rotflmao-ing) secretly on our foolishness.<br /><br />But what do women want is still a question no man has yet found an answer to ...and probably will never find. And please dont tell me - women want men too. Thats crap .. we are everywhere, why do they keep saying i am in search of a man? - Girl! just peep out of your window you will find one!<br />Have you ever seen a guy straight away rejecting a woman ? No. Cause he knows his odds ..he thinks i should play safe, what if i get no other woman and i reject this girl too ! But in same situation a girl thinks .. yeah he is the perfect guy for me, but I should not make the decision so soon... what if i find someone better ? Gee, "Better than Perfect" - is it even a term !?<br />But beware! we men are clever too .. to forget (atleast for a while) that our aim is to get a woman we invented beer!<br />So now our priorities have increased by one in the below order -<br />1. perfect woman for life<br />2. beer<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2252586366_0fb1939364.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 651px; height: 158px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2252586366_0fb1939364.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />You can register all kinds of criticism in the comments section : )<br /><br />Images courtesy -<br /><a href="http://www.glyphjockey.com/pix07/wonderwoman1.jpg">http://www.glyphjockey.com/pix07/wonderwoman1.jpg</a><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2252586366_0fb1939364.jpg?v=0">http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2252586366_0fb1939364.jpg?v=0</a>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-28078806287582123172009-09-09T11:22:00.000-07:002009-09-09T07:00:54.098-07:009/9/9 Even Superman is confused in a Supermarket<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2617732984_086dc90ced_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 651px; height: 217px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2617732984_086dc90ced_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I was at the super market. Yes its the same place where you go in to get a shaving cream and end up buying stuff which you really would never use or eat. People move there like zombies "I might need this... umm this seems interesting and new ... let me try that..." Smart guys these store people are. You wont believe there is actually a whole set of algorithms running to cluster these objects which have a high probability of getting purchased if a dependent object is purchased. They call it the WFY technique (We Fooled You).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.randomshirts.com/store/images/D/deodorant_boy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.randomshirts.com/store/images/D/deodorant_boy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But one thing i hate about shopping for groceries is that why the hell do they print the price so small on every product. Isnt that one of the if not the ONLY criteria for comparing the same product of varying companies ? Its like these product companies are playing some kinda game with you - "Ok customers; lets see if you find the place where the price is written, you dont deserve it if you are too lame to find it. If you find it - you win the product, only thing you will have to pay the price you just found! "<br /><br />This is insane.. they should have the name of the product and the price tag - in big - on the front - sweet and simple. People strain their neck looking for the price on the bottom of a deodorant .. of all the places - the bottom of the can ?AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-20474702546757911322009-09-05T11:41:00.000-07:002009-09-07T07:57:17.484-07:00Height of Spitting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_loyQNK8_YA4/Rznqs5Qs0-I/AAAAAAAAArk/VcCa6naANaU/232323232%257Ffp38%3Dot%292323%3D926%3D%3B47%3D3232926+56474nu0mrj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 549px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_loyQNK8_YA4/Rznqs5Qs0-I/AAAAAAAAArk/VcCa6naANaU/232323232%257Ffp38%3Dot%292323%3D926%3D%3B47%3D3232926+56474nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/8d4f8ff7ff6b5ffc"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/8d4f8ff7ff6b5ffc" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Is it normal or is it just me whose first instinct is to "spit" when looking down from a height (or a tall building) ?! Is it natural to have the feeling of "how will it feel to spit from this height? I have never done that from the 7th floor! How will it feel ?"<br /><br />They say "One who spits against the wind, spits in his face" ..but spitting down the building is safe i guess.. no one has said anything about it!<br /><br />There are some instincts and urges you have as a child but most of them fade away as you mature. You dont feel no more to experiment how the glass will shatter if I throw this rock towards it. But this urge to spit from a height peeping down is irresistible. How come it is so natural that the moment I peep down my terrace, there is a strange movement of molecules in my mouth who scream let us out you moron. Its like my mind sends signals "Battalion Saliva lets march to the front of the tower gates towards the teeth and the tongue; we have a situation here!" And the saliva goes "Roger that!".<br /><br />I bet Newton must have had this urge which lead to the discovery of "Gravity" cause God has his reason behind every human urge .. aint He ;) ?! Who thinks that the dumb apple will cause someone rule the thought of how-it-tends-to-fall-down-than-up-damn-it over the thought ooo-juicy-free-fresh-right-from-the-tree-apple-lucky-me ?<br /><br />(Leave a comment to clear this doubt of mine if you have ever had/ never had this urge!)<br /><br />___<br /><br />(Image courtesy - http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/8d4f8ff7ff6b5ffc<br />http://lh5.ggpht.com/_loyQNK8_YA4/Rznqs5Qs0-I/AAAAAAAAArk/VcCa6naANaU/232323232%257Ffp38%3Dot)2323%3D926%3D%3B47%3D3232926+56474nu0mrj.jpg )AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-88704973807460524182009-09-05T00:59:00.000-07:002009-09-06T06:37:43.418-07:00Teachers : Aaj Kal<blockquote><p align="justify">This post has been published by me on the occasion of the Teachers' Day as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 2; the second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>.</p></blockquote><br /><br />Teachers are like bollywood movies. Its tough to find a perfect blend; as in bollywood movies, we need a miracle to have a good plot, good direction, good drama and good acting. What does one need in a teacher? Yes! you are right - we need a perfect bollywood movie in a teacher - good direction, acting, plot and a bit of drama to make it interesting.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/f49ff9af1ee1c9ee"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 178px;" src="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/f49ff9af1ee1c9ee" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Today teaching has become a mere means of earning rather than the urge and craving to teach. The long bell-bottoms(which were also called elephantas) replacing the tender sharp and narrow ones, big framed retro glass structures replacing slim plastic frameless glasses on the eyes,- these are not the only things that have changed from 70's teachers to todays' ones.<br />Teaching I feel is in the sideburns, with them disappearing so did the quality of teaching from 70s to the 90s. But its not that there are no good teachers today, the thing is we have lost good students too. Students choose to learn things themselves these days rather than climibing the college stairs for lectures. This is a vicious circle - lack of student interest leads to degrade in quality profs and lack of quality profs leading to a degeneration in the student interest.<br />Its funny that everyone hates teachers in their childhood but dont realize how they mold them into the person they are today. Ironically these are the worlds that can be derived from the letters of "teacher"<br />ache<br />heat<br />react<br />hate<br />retch<br />tear<br /><br />But more importantly there is this vital other set too :)<br /><br />reteach<br />reach<br />act<br />and the most imp one! -- heart<br /><br />A good teacher is like a drop of mercury falling on the floor, no mathematical model or statistician can simulate how many and what forms the droplet will take once they land on the floor. Same is for the teacher whose pupils spread through out the world in different forms and take the learnings with them. Somewhere inside these students have a part of the teacher in them be it the teachers of 'kaal'(yesterday) or 'aaj ke'(todays) teachers.<br /><br /><br />(Image courtesy <a href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/f49ff9af1ee1c9ee">http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/f49ff9af1ee1c9ee</a>)<br /><br /><blockquote><div style="text-align:justify">The <span style="font-weight:bold">fellow Blog-a-Tonics</span> who took part in this Blog-a-Ton are <a href="http://vipulgrover.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Vipul</a>, <a href="http://attitudethatneverfails.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-then.html" target="_blank">Rajalakshmi</a>, <a href="http://dmanji.wordpress.com/2009/09/05/teachers-aaj-kal/" target="_blank">Dhiman</a>, Ranee<a href="http://purplemangotree.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">[1]</a>, <a href="http://raneespoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">[2]</a>, <a href="http://littlelightbulbmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">[3]</a> , <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/2009/09/04/teachers-now-and-then/" target="_blank">Avada</a>, <a href="http://republicofdream.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Indian Pundit</a>, <a href="http://pagedin.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Sojo</a>, <a href="http://piscatorial-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Aneet</a>, <a href="http://10heads.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Pramathesh</a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/thistimethattime.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Aativas</a>, <a href="http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Sid</a>, <a href="http://prashansapuranik.blogspot.com/2009/09/teacher-aaj-kal-blog-ton-2-post.html" target="_blank">Pra</a>, <a href="http://www.gingerchai.com/2009/09/05/teachers-of-india-analysis/" target="_blank">Lakshmi</a>, <a href="http://govindoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Govind</a>, <a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Shilpa</a>, <a href="http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Bharathi</a>, <a href="http://ballat.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachersaajkal.html" target="_blank">Shankar</a>, <a href="http://matuppenceworth.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Mytuppence</a>, <a href="http://hshekhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Azad</a>, <a href="http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kal.html" target="_blank">Pawan</a>, <a href="http://mythoughtarchive.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-aaj-kaal.html" target="_blank">Pankaja</a>, <a href="http://scratchyoursoul.wordpress.com/2009/09/05/teachers-now-and-then/" target="_blank">Saimanohar</a>, <a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Guria</a>, <a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-then.html" target="_blank">Shruti</a>, <a href="http://vishnushady.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-now-and-then.html" target="_blank">Vishnu</a> and <a href="http://milestogo.in/2009/09/06/teachers-now-and-then/" target="_blank">Nasrajan</a>. Click on their respective names to read their posts on <span style="font-weight:bold">Teachers : Aaj Kal</span>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>.<br></div></blockquote>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-64461649891252899042009-09-04T00:16:00.000-07:002009-09-04T00:40:29.255-07:00Nothin much<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/100140525_3b8214202d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 134px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/100140525_3b8214202d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />What is the definition of "doing nothing" ? You gotto be always doing atleast something. People have this habbit of asking "Whatsup?!" which is often followed by the reply " Nothin much.." . Why do we have this dumb ritual of whatsup? New to this "text chatting" environment, one day my friend was once asked by a girl "Whats up ? ;) " ...He was stunned for a sec or two, "what does that wink mean? ...Oh OH ! Holy shit! how the hell does she know - what-is-up ?! ...and he hastily closed all the porn windows he had open. Sigh. (Pls dont gross out - i have more to say!)<br /><br />For once I would like to reply "The ceiling duh?" for a "whatsup" fired my way. I dont remember a single instance when I received a reply better than "as usual", "nothin much" or "same old routine".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://accesstotools.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/nothing-black.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 178px;" src="http://accesstotools.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/nothing-black.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />These greeting are so dumb i feel that they really show how comfortable you are with the other person. Ever noticed the long awkward pause when you bumped into someone which you would have rather not liked to ? After the initial "hi"s and how-are-yous and the i-am-fine-what-about-thou ..you always end up in long awkward pauses. If you are an onlooker you can clearly view it as a tennis match, with the thoughts swinging from one to the other. Though they are not talking you can hear them perspicuously. "What the hell I am even doing talking with him". These are the tennis matches I really love to be an audience of. It kills me!<br /><br />(Images courtesy -<br /><a id="irl" title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/transposition/100140525/" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020knxKBK90cAYS2jzbkF/SIG=129bbn4mm/EXP=1252136359/**http%3A//www.flickr.com/photos/transposition/100140525/" target="_top">www.flickr.com/photos/transposition/100140525/</a><br /><a href="http://accesstotools.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/nothing-black.JPG"> http://accesstotools.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/nothing-black.JPG </a>)AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-40244530787741789892009-09-02T12:39:00.000-07:002009-09-02T12:55:21.905-07:00Someone else.. theoryEveryone knows what is right in a difficult situation, but only when, only when, only when - someone else is in the situation. I am always perplexed to see how any tom dick or harry can speak great words of wisdom for someone who is in trouble. He himself may do all the crappy things in life, but when it comes to advising friends - this very guy who left his girlfriend cause she asked him to brush his teeth regularly in the morning will suddenly turn in<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2788992743_067fec6d85.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 270px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2788992743_067fec6d85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>to a mother Teresa and advice "My friend, you need to show some maturity, even though your girlfriend spent the night with another guy.. you have to understand her and not leave her."<br />Another thing which i am always bewildered about is how one feels great relief and comfort if someone else (say a friend) was in the same bad situation and they share their experiences. For instance, a friend of mine was hurt as his long distance relationship didnt work out. He talked to another friend of mine and he said he faced the same long-distance curse and mentioned that these situations are tough and its better to end things rather than stretch them. My friend 1 was so thrilled that his depression sublimated and vanished in a giffy. And my friend 2 felt proud that he had consoled my friend 1. But that is not the truth. Being a friend 0 of these 2 idiots, I will tell you the truth behind the depression-sublimation effect. Rather than that friend2's words of same experience being comforting, it is the fact that some one else had gone through this misery and God didnt chose only me to suffer this --that is more comforting than Yanni's melodies!<br /><br /> (Image courtesy - http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/2788992743_067fec6d85.jpg )AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-74892687024682599352009-08-28T23:27:00.000-07:002009-08-28T23:47:45.632-07:00Pride and Prejudice of the Car Window<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/320318631_bf9725ee9c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 236px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/320318631_bf9725ee9c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Have you ever looked into a car at the signal standing besides you with those tinted UV film windows? You are on your bike in the scorching heat fighting with the sun and this guy sits in the car reading some dumb business magazine - which btw for your information is just a style statement, you doesnt know a shit about whats in there, he is just skimming through the pictures in the magazine as we would do as a child through whatnot (if you know what i mean)!<br />It like this window separates us from the 2 worlds - the world of air-conditioners and the world of misery. Its like a wall between the cold and the hot air, a wall which separates the bald business man from the mortal common man.<br />And this guy sits there in his comfy seat and smiles at you - that smirk, that simper which often silently says "If only you had worked a bit harder ... you would have been on the other side of the window!"AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-46511801259023303322009-08-06T06:43:00.000-07:002009-08-17T01:28:13.852-07:00Happy Birthday Virus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2656467632_1f6b2afe75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 224px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3076/2656467632_1f6b2afe75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />As a kid I always longed for remembering birthdays but given the fact that I was never a punctilious guy, I always ended up forgetting birth dates of dear and close. This really made me sick and then over a period of time I just evolved into a brassy guy who was taken for granted that he will forget the dates. But people didnt mind, I was let off the hook with a "never mind, thats his childhood problem, was never a memory prodigy".<br /><div style="text-align: left;">And from that day my friends, the quest to end up with 365 friends begun! I want to find 365 near and dear people having distinct birth dates. The intersection of their birth dates should be a null set (cant help with the mathematical jargons).<br />And mind you, your girlfriend or wife should be one of these 365 people. So the day when you cant remember whom to wish a "happy birthday" today -- mate, you need to turn to your wife and greet her "happy birthday darling". Ingenious and perspicacious aint it ?! A complete solution to all the date recording problems - brb, need to go file a patent for this ;)<br />Just the 29th feb one will be a tricky one.<br />But do you see the advantages of it, you wont be bored a day after retiring. You will look forward to each new day to wish someone and to talk to someone (maybe after an year's gap when you last talked to him/her!)<br /><br />(Image courtesy flickr - http://www.flickr.com/photos/sleepishly/2656467632/ )</div>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-67032553901417422252009-08-02T21:25:00.000-07:002009-08-17T01:29:20.154-07:00Evolution<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3361722965_ac089e099e.jpg?v=1237280367"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 694px; height: 201px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3361722965_ac089e099e.jpg?v=1237280367" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I can never fathom the use of nails. I would have spent at least 0.0005 percent of my life cutting my nails. And the hand ones are useful, at least for a selected use cases, but what are the nails on the feet doing ?! Why do we need them ?<br />If the evolution theory says that humans lost their tail as a part of the evolution process cause they didnt use it much, then why are the nails still growing and growing and growing ?<br />Man! we lost to the damn fish too! It was successful in growing fins after being extinct for some years, but we ..no! we couldnt even shed of the nails. Nails are fine, no problem with them - but why the heck do they grow !?<br />After the 20th century, evolution has made us grow a waist to adapt to the low-waist jeans we wear compared to the ones of 70s where people used to dress their pants on their chests. I bet the shirt length was trivially small in that period of human history. The threshold was 3, you were allowed to display only 3 top buttons of your shirt above the trouser. Such high was the trouser dressed!<br />With the low-waist jeans picking up these days- according to the evolution theory we may end up having a waist at a place where our knees are today like a Dachshund! (provided we evolve :)AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-77169942180452588582009-08-02T08:44:00.000-07:002009-09-05T01:18:15.480-07:00The Cream And Scum Of BloggingWell blogging has become a morbid mania as such these days. People like to express themselves, they prefer writing a blog rather than maintaining a secret personal diary of events. I still remember those old day college cinema which showed the girl hiding her private diary from the hero. But not the case any more .. the sari is replaced by bum-shorts and a tending to negligible top and so is the personal diary replaced by public blogs!<br />I guess the new "style statement" is to reveal ... reveal whatever you can, whether its the personal events you log or the tongue piercing you have (belly ring is outmoded btw).<br />I still cant fathom why people share such a huge amount of their personal experiences or problems on the blog, which is mostly due to having low friend-count. The idiot box is replaced by the super-idiot-box - the com-puter.<br /><br />PS: this post was to support the blog-a-ton initiative by some innovative people out there who are keeping "quality" blogging alive rather than letting it die as people write pages and pages of day-to-day life., which I feel only losers are authorized to read ;)<br /><br /><div style=""><blockquote>The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton are <a href="http://worldofteenager.blogspot.com/2009/07/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Arjuna</a>, <a href="http://scratchyoursoul.wordpress.com/2009/07/31/the-cream-and-scum-of-blogging/">Saimanohar</a>, <a href="http://dmanji.wordpress.com/2009/08/01/the-cream-and-scum-of-blogging/">Dhiman</a>, <a href="http://vipulgrover.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Vipul Grover</a>, <a href="http://rotteneggstrikes.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Avdi</a>, <a href="http://daisyblueblooms.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Daisy Blue</a>, <a href="http://sidoscope.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Sid 'Ravan' Kabe</a>, <a href="http://ballat.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Shankar</a>, <a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Shilpa Garg</a>, <a href="http://clickbharathi.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-has-been-published-by-me-as.html">Bharathi</a>, <a href="http://littlelightbulbmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Ranee</a>, <a href="http://raneespoems.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Ranee again</a> and <a href="http://m4maruvada.blogspot.com/2009/08/cream-and-scum-of-blogging.html">Pawan</a>.Click on their respective names to read their posts on The Cream and Scum of Blogging.To be part of the next edition of this online marathon, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/">Blog-a-Ton</a>.</blockquote></div>AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-51484689740273510832009-07-26T06:34:00.000-07:002009-07-26T07:52:46.004-07:00Partner in Crime<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2999855865_07f8414749.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 280px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2999855865_07f8414749.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>I always have and will respect people who are in a relationship who end up marrying,<br />provided they stay happy and united till the end.<br />Cause the odds that you will find your life partner exactly as you had expected or dreamed of infinitesimally small. Its even harder than finding a diamond in a mine - cause you can buy a diamond from a shop, but you cant buy a partner according to your specifications ! (Though lot of entrepreneurs have tried this business-model to generate pairs!)<br />If you want the exact stats then I will give you the exact stats<br /><br />Probability of finding a right partner is { 1/(6,706,993,152 ) } *1/2*1/2<br />where 6,706,993,152 - population count of the world<br />1/2 - probability that you like the woman<br />1/2 - probability that the woman likes you<br /><br />= 1/26827972608<br />~ 1/(2*10^11)<br /><br />Good Lord, the odds against you are higher than the speed of light !<br />And let alone the fact that I have not considered the sexual alignment, that can complicate the equation a lot.AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-17300522933623493692009-07-20T06:39:00.000-07:002009-07-20T06:57:27.615-07:00Come Shit... I mean Sit.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comicartcollective.com/artImages/D6A93347-7181-4E65-8A734D2F0E8218D5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.comicartcollective.com/artImages/D6A93347-7181-4E65-8A734D2F0E8218D5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The best part of being an animal, (by animal i mean non-human of course) is that you get to shit while you walk! Can you imagine humans doing that ? Chee! what a site that would be!<br />Forget how it would look,.. for a moment just imagine yourself doing that while you are walking. Got goose bumps right?! I just saw a buffalo shitting while it was walking. It made me contemplate more than freak me out.<br />Maybe this was the first utility ever to mark the pathway so that you dont get lost.<br />(Oh Yes! Now I know why "pants" were invented... people couldnt stand the site of each other doing "this" randomly say during hand shakes, during talks, during weddings..., else why do you think pants were invented?) <br />I couldnt in my wildest logical reasoning senses derive how do the animals generate ample pressure to do it while they are walking. I mean, thats insane. We humans face pressure problems even though we are all focus-focus in there, sitting in one place concentrating on the task at hand. And these animals do a multi-tasking job !? Thats unfair. And plus they dont have the gravitational support either, they force things out horizontally versus humans who help things out vertically.<br />And there is the third kind - Dogs- who are like in between, they like the 60 deg angle pose! Some times life is cruel on humans. These things definitely make you feel miserable. After all this thing goes down as one of the five pleasures of life. And btw have you ever heard a dog, sheep, buffalo fart? Woohaaa they dont have to worry about that either. Damn. <br /><br />These are true "Managers" .. cause they can manage their "Shit" !<br /><br />And I bet the word "shitting" was derived from "sitting" with just an addition of an "h". The reason i feel is cause "H" symbolizes the front view of how we sit for the task and "h" symbolizes the side view of it!AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-12590756498002033162009-07-16T09:57:00.000-07:002009-07-16T09:59:21.452-07:00The PlotGeorge's hand was trembling. If it was a cup and a saucer it would have rattled like hell, but it was a knife. A sparkling knife. He made himself strong, he was waiting -- waiting for it to come out. The knife had stains on it, real stains. Stains which stay back with the knife after the knife pierces through the flesh, cutting it through. <br />No time he had. He was out of time. Every thing was done now, any mistake would ruin things. George was aware of it. Things had worked out as he had planned. But he dearly wanted the knife to be cleaned. <br />He had another knife-victim lined up. He was waiting in the kitchen, he just prayed that it would show up in time this time around. The knife was dying to be cleaned of the stains! The substantiations had to be removed, had to be deleted.<br /><br />The woman was happy, her gait was a ecstatic one! Briskly she covered ground with large happy steps. She almost galloped! She wished her son had been there as he used to be every year. But he was gone, he had to. She climbed the stairs rapidly as she never did before. Happiness was in the air, she was to call her son who was miles away from her. An air of disappointment spread suddenly around her with the fact that he had not called her for almost 3 months now. Was he alright ? Or did the big city fever make him forget his mother. These thoughts were spreading like venom through her brain, slowly killing her. She couldnt hold now. No she couldnt.<br />She moved quicker, eager to make a call. <br /><br />George had only one knife, he couldnt afford to use it with stains. That was his rule. The knife gets a bad taste if you use it with out washing the previous stains. A rule he followed. He just wished that the damn thing would come out of the hole. The clock was ticking, he knew it was not long for his plan to be executed. His heart pounded. It was pumping blood so hard that he could feel the pressure on his veins. He could feel the liquid running through his body. He would not let this small stupid thing ruin his plan. A plan which he had worked out over and over in his mind for the past week.<br /><br />And there came the devil from the hole, the tap hole - water sprang into action, gushing over the knife with such force that the stains washed out in a jiffy. He hurried through the knife like an ablution on a ritual day.<br />His blood resonated in sync with the sound of the tap water. He was sweating. Sweating through each skin pore of his forehead.<br /><br />The woman had raced to the door till this time. She was panting with the effort she made on the stairs to reach the door as quickly as possible. And then as she was ready to open the door with the key, the phone in the house rang. George leapt and almost made a cry of fear. He was waiting with the scintillating knife in his hand. He couldnt get distracted by the phone, he had to be focused.<br /><br />The door lock made a clacking noise, George fumbled from his position a bit but recovered. The phone was honking, crying to be picked up like a baby. The woman hurried with the keys, she was sure it was her son calling...<br />But little did she know that a guy with a derisive smirk was awaiting her. Yes, George was there- right there -waiting for his victim. He so loved this - he loved to see the expressions on his victims face. All the week he had dreamt of this place appareled with a lady wearing a shock expression on her face. Just imagining her shocked face brought goose bumps. George recovered himself for a final prayer with a cunning smile, one of intent!<br /><br />To be continued ...AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-84836385977623745042009-07-08T23:46:00.000-07:002009-07-08T23:49:32.575-07:00The OpeningI was there -- right there - on the block again. Found myself in the same situation as yesterday. Waiting, waiting -- thinking whether today is THE day ?<br />______<br /><br />Somewhere there was water, turbulent water -- water waiting to gulp down whatever comes its way. The water was angry that day my friends.<br />There were lot of people around, there was a real buzz of excitement in the air.<br />______<br /><br />I made my last prayers - prayers Federer must have made before his Roddick encounter. Knowing the fact that you will be suspended in air in few seconds is horrendous.<br />The apprehension was a dire one. But this was it, i was not going to bend now under the fright. I was in a way looking forward to the flight.<br /><br />Then came the moment, my feet were off the ground. I was plunged backwards in air, belly facing the sky, my body imitated an arc,feet parallel to the ground and hands making an angle of 60 -- half way through, the air felt cool, things seemed to have stopped to a stand still - am I dead ? is this how death feels ?<br />maybe I was in heaven !<br /><br />Boom! My blissful thoughts were interrupted -- bang -- I landed. I was trembling, i went in hands first, head and torso with legs following in.<br />I went straight into the chasm, -- right to the bottom, I could feel the abyssal depth, my feet kissed the bottom floor. <br /><br />With a spasmodic jerk my feet kicked, kick of such strength -- I was going up like a missile - like Superman used to do before his flight.<br /><br />My nose throwing out blobs of air, my eyes wide shut , was it a dream or am i really dying ?! I tried to open my eyes praying it was a dream, to find to find myself in the bed -but that was not the case.<br />It was for real. I had stopped breathing by now. This was my last thought before my head came up and I opened my mouth like a lion's-yawn to take in air. <br />Was the first time air tasted this nice, so surreal.<br /><br />With sore eyes I looked at my friend who had put up a grisly face. He clapped as his expression changed from 0 to 1.<br />Thankfully it was water -- Finally I had manged the <a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Back-Dive"><span style="font-weight:bold;">back-dive</span></a> in the pool. phew!<br /><br />(I was trying that for a week...boy its difficult!)AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-46730727775641172282009-07-07T22:53:00.000-07:002009-07-07T22:59:57.318-07:00SecretaryI have always longed for a "secretary". That has been my childhood fantacy or you can say an obsession. Why cant normal people have secretaries ? Do you always have to be abnormal like your boss to have secretaries ?! Imagine if I had a secretary at my job right now who would be composing mails for me, getting prints for me, reminding me for meeting, arranging papers for me. She would be right by my side through out the day !(ahem ahem..)<br />How can one even work with "nice" lady secretary around ? This is like making a deer and a lion work together.. Which one is the deer and which one the lion is a choice i leave upto you to decide !<br />Its like having a cake too cute to be cut and eaten. Its a juxtaposition of two antithetic purposes. The sole aim of having a secretary is to make the individual more productive and proactive (note: shouldnt be read as - reproductive and procreative) But the irony is , 11 out of 10 times the boss becomes impotent (in terms of work of course) <br />There should be a statue codifying the laws for being qualified as a secretary :<br />1. (the most important) Should not be attractive at all<br />2. Disqualifies if she has a good figure (even if she is not attractive!.. cause we can sacrifice that for a good body sometimes)<br />3. Not a sweet talker. No! (we cant work around these types)<br />4. Thou shall not reveal any body part unless an indispensable necessity.<br />5. Should preferably have a boy friend before hand.<br />6. Should never ask for sympathy in her low times (else we cant control ourselves in such scenarios!)<br />7. Should be twice as age of the boss. If not then refer points 1,2,3,4,5.AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-90967902919488600462009-07-06T11:49:00.000-07:002009-07-06T12:00:09.248-07:00Excretion En-light-enedHumans emit all kinds of waste forms. Humans are like God's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guinea_pig">Cavia cobaya </a>, God's Guinea pigs. Every time God invented a new form of matter it was tested by dumping it into a human mouth. And the results which came out decided whether that material passed or not. Humans emit all possible forms of matter. We eat every possible form, we excrete every possible form.We excrete plants, excrete animals, we excrete minerals, excrete fibers ...we egest matter in all forms - solid, liquid and our favorite- gas too ! And as a matter of fact or rather fact of matter.. we have gel coming out to - thats why we were given the organ between our temple and lips. And wax through our ears.<br />In one aspect we were left behind -- Light. Why did we lose the bid on light ?! Why dont we somehow emit light ?... It would have been cool to excrete that form too ! wouldnt it ? <br />One would go , " I have to go 'lighten' , excess light is harmful you know - as holding urine is harmful to the bladder". Now what would have been the source of outlet there ?! Maybe the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navel">omphalos </a>(the bellybutton).<br /><br />It would have been really helpful in times of darkness if one was able to excrete light as a waste product from his body. Torch would never had been invented.<br /><br />Or.. or..maybe the Halo was a failed experiment of God which demonstrated the excretion of light.AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-21215704359793892192009-07-03T08:18:00.001-07:002009-07-03T08:25:47.664-07:00The Chosen OnesEver been at a waiting queue at a hotel? There are 2 kinds of people there. One who have just eaten and are coming out ... they have a look of contempt, a pooh-pooh look, a look saying "Look at those people in the waiting queue .. dont they have anything better to do ?!" . I feel it is apt to call the people in the waiting queue as "waiters" rather than the ones who serve food... And then there is this other kind, the Second ones who are just transformed from the "waiter's " role to the guest of honor role. These are the ones whose turn is on, who are called as there is a free table. Every seen the look on these peoples' face? Its a look of "The Chosen One" - a pompous walk, a strut. Its not like they are the chosen ones to meet Penelope Cruz or something. But these little victories constitute life I guess. Everyone wants a podium to declare "I am a winner" ;)AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895637173571536.post-19708828757657510892009-07-01T12:02:00.000-07:002009-07-03T08:26:30.948-07:00RelativityEver wondered whether you see the same color as green; as your boss sees it ? Its relative isnt it. (I know in case of boss no matter what color he sees, you will agree with him.. but thats a different case altogether).<br />Maybe what you are seeing as green may not be what others see, but it maybe the case that they have a different definition of green. So it can be - what we both might see as green can be very different to our eyes! But since we are bought up defining this as green - so we are calling it as green. Maybe a blue to me is a green for you and vice versa . And the funny thing is we cant verify this !<br />To me this is Relativity !<br />Einstein was always right about Relativity i guess. Everything is relative :)<br />Give it a thought ..<br />PS: btw I have no particular bias for green!AJinkyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17747981696582434186noreply@blogger.com1