<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:23:33.125-08:00</updated><category term='Parties'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='Mysore'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Simple'/><category term='Boasting'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Vegitarianism'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='Timepass'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Evangelism'/><category term='Comedy'/><category term='Idea'/><category term='Hatred'/><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='protest'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Stroll'/><category term='Celebrity Days'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='College'/><category term='General'/><category term='Othla'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Volvo'/><category term='Insult'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Kannada'/><category term='Lecturers'/><category term='BQ'/><category term='Nightout'/><category term='Hinduism'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Reverie'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Wait'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Regret'/><category term='RJ'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Psyche'/><category term='Reservation'/><category term='Radio'/><category term='Corporate'/><category term='Shame'/><category term='Roam'/><category term='Decision'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Helpless'/><category term='Caution'/><category term='Experiment'/><category term='Views'/><category term='Bangalore'/><category term='Cunning'/><category term='BMTC'/><category term='Festivals'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Thought'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Idu Enidenidu???</title><subtitle type='html'>This is what is what is what???</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5627520711941552909</id><published>2011-08-20T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:26:15.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>An incident I don't wish to recollect</title><content type='html'>Had been to college today for the alumni meet today. Met many of my friends whom I interacted with. While having a chat with the close ones, they teased me on this incident. Thought of documenting the same. All my classmates know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the chemistry cycle of which computer science, basic electronics, chemistry etc were the subjects. Everything was new. The college, the lecturers, the students. Everything. Ours was the first batch. We boast of the freedom we got for the same reason today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months had passed. We were familiar with one and all. The zeal of new college was in each one of us. People can say that we were like one family. I could've described it better if I was a poet. Duh!! It was a startup college. (Ah! Thats me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this electronic class that day. I won't disclose the name of the lecturer. She was explaining some electronic component and its working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, analog electronics never entered my brain. Still I'm not sure why a transistor behaves exactly opposite if you increase the voltage? (I'm just blabbering gibberish! I don't recollect even the doubt I had those days, though I can google n get it back. I'm lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was another typical electronics class wherein I tried to get the sense out of it but in vain. So I guess I started thinking on my own lines of things that interested me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did after that but I guess, I smiled as the output of my thought process or someone around would've cracked a joke or I was indifferent to expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer took it in the wrong sense and screamed in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: "Now Sandesh, mind yourself! Behave! Don't do that again or I shall take severe action on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: "Me??? eh??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: "Don't act smart! I would throw you outa the class if you do that again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: "Ma'am, but what did I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: "Shut up and STOP staring at me. If you do that again, mind you, things will not be right!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till date, I still am not able to figure out what was her intent in acting that way! Me checking her out vulgarly? eh! come on! I wouldn't do that to any girl on this planet to the best of my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could draw up these reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She could've really felt I was checking her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She saw someone doing that in the class and couldn't directly convey the same to them and I was the scapegoat she found. (Similar such incident happened with a different lecturer though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened after that. She continued with the class, I was startled for a moment and continued thinking on foolish things. She didn't complain to any one as any other lunatic did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, things were fine after that. Good thing is that even she forgot the incident and started to act as if nothing had happened that day, till the day she got married and said "Good Bye" to the college (must be in our fourth semester)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my grief! Keep looking for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5627520711941552909?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5627520711941552909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5627520711941552909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5627520711941552909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5627520711941552909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2011/08/incident-i-dont-wish-to-recollect.html' title='An incident I don&apos;t wish to recollect'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1586473780689817894</id><published>2011-08-12T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T08:27:46.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>A post on the account of Independence Day.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the cursing. I'm back with this post. I think I always begin my posts this way. Should change them from the next post. (Grrrrr! Its never ending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here is another post on Independence day. &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/08/real-independence-on-i-day.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is another nostalgic incident I wrote on the account of Independence Day four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are loathsome the whole year, become alert in the second week of August just like Kannadigas get alerted on the first week of November. Independence strikes their mind like how a mouse gets alerted seeing a cat. Patriotism rises from all the molecules of their blood.                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians talk of the trio Gandhi, Nehru(?), Subhash Chandra Bose. How we gained Independence picking rare incidents from their history texts. Some of these Rang De Basanti patriots take the name of Bhagat Singh, Chandrashekhar Azad &amp;amp; all the British branded extremists; Taking a void oath of re-iterating the drama to abolish today's political condition in India.                                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kids (so called future citizens) are made to toil in schools with weird aerobics exercises to entertain the politicians and the chief guests. They're also made to hear the bi-anual patriotic speech of how Gandhi led the freedom struggle. How Subhash Chandra Bose formed the INA, etc of which many of the kids are in no mood to listen under the scorching sun.                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the parody, we snatch the independence of the kid and force them to attend the school (first half). I still see many preferring to be at home if not attracted by the sweet/confectionary distributed at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us, who passed through all this and are now working, we enjoy the holiday and never bother to think anything about the independence struggle. We'd rather bother discussing our office chores/ share market trends/ real estate ratings rather than discuss independence. Thats the liberty we get gaining the independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again for some fraction of us who work for IT/MNCs we do not have a holiday and are forced to work. Some of the benovelent, do declare a holiday with a catch of getting paid in double if somebody supported the clients abroad during the holiday. People do get attracted for the extra money. (I'm not saying you should forcefully take a holiday on I-day, its your wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us plan to go for an outing, getting embarassed by the beauty of nature not forgetting to describe the same to the collegues with a pinch of ego. Some of the married couple take this chance of a long weekend and head to their natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the poor chaps who do not have an option, toil at their workplace. Many of them do not know about I-day, even if they know, they hardly care for it. Its not that their insulting it, they simply do not have an opinion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us who believe in Karma, are indifferent be it, I-day, any festival, their own B'days, anniversaries &amp;amp; what not? They just live their life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel its a shame to have an independence day for the country but at times I'm glad we finally had one after all that happened through these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the freedom fighters would laugh at us celebrating this day if they know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us post on social networking sites that we celebrate Valentines Day, Friendship day etc etc but why not Independence day? Well thats the state of the country today. Its with the generation. Can't really help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more amusing behaviors which I haven't listed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again to quote myself ironically, all of this is the liberty we get with the independence we gained 64 years ago. This is the only reason why I can write such a post. Its again the bhikshe of the freedom fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you want to celebrate something, celebrate it every day, every hour, every minute, second, milli, micro, nano, femto.... any goddamn unit of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to change this, you need to change it from the grassroot. Rather than preaching kids about independence, create interest in them regarding the same. Share stories of small incidents which would act as seeds of patriotism in them. Explain them what the real India is. They would be surely keen on listening to all of them. After you've sown the seed, you just need to provide them with the manure of more resources to learn like library/movies. They surely would cultivate patriotism within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would rapidly change the condition of the country. It might again reverse the brain drain and hola, we might again go back to the Golden era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this and every kid would be eager to participate in the I-day celebrations. The future generations would also be eager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel I'm exaggerating (even I feel partially) but I feel atleast some part of it is true. It is worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1586473780689817894?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1586473780689817894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1586473780689817894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1586473780689817894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1586473780689817894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-on-account-of-independence-day.html' title='A post on the account of Independence Day.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-8849118890864940383</id><published>2011-02-26T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:08:50.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>What all can you attach to a country?</title><content type='html'>Here goes an SMS I receive very frequently from many of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wat s India?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"A nation wr pizza reaches faster den ambulance &amp;amp; police"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"wr u get car loan @ 8% but education loan @ 12%"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"wr rice is rs. 30 but sim card s free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"wr people worship Goddess Durga but kill their girl child"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"wr olympic shooter wins gold, govt gives 3crore, another shooter dies der fighting wit terrorist govt pays 50000"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"rumors r spread faster dan wind".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Really, INCREDIBLE INDIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Go through it once again if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends who religiously forward such messages as if it is the greatest truth on earth. Is it really the truth? Probably you've received an elaborated version of the same message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets discuss. Is India the only place where pizza is delivered faster than ambulance/police? Its the same case with any country. Take any metropolitan city. There are traffic problems and you tend to get late sometimes. You gotta plan if you seriously have to stick to a schedule. This rule will not hold good in rural areas where you can find ambulances but not pizza corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do not know of the rules/clauses provided by government. The govt, atleast theoritically provides so many provisions for basic amenities and education. Though many say (even I partially agree with) thats only on paper &amp;amp; not on action, I recollect one of my friend working in a leading hospital, explaining me the clauses provided by government where common man can utilise in resolving his health anomalies. Many do not know such clauses exist. People need to be made aware of such things. I'm sure we have such clauses for almost all fields including education, administration etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of taking example of some bank lending loans for cars n education, one simply can't invalidate these clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice is costlier than sim card? Come on... Compare things which are comparable. Its again the same outside as well. SIM cards are one-time commodity (atleast not as frequent as rice) and has less significance than food which is recurring commodity. Note that through SIM card, they loot money by  tariffs you pay frequently. I'm sure, many pay more than the rice you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping Durga and killing girl child. This has some sense, but female infanticide also exists in gulf countries as well. One such incident happens outa 1000 and thanks to media in glorifying it. Not all people who worship Durga kill a girl. Stop attaching the country for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic medallist getting more than a soldier? Compare the cricketers who are looting money when compared to the medallist. He'll look pale. All these are just food for media. Don't you know the benefits you get being a soldier? Allowances in almost everything under government. Dignity of serving the nation better. The discipline one gets being trained in armed forces. Don't forget the things you get in the so called Military Canteen? Just don't compare the lifetime benefits you get to one time award for a medallist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors spread faster than wind in almost all nations. It would be even faster in any country with huge population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a person who think 'The concept of countries, states, regions is bullshit. Its all in the people', I sometimes agree with you; The post ends here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken for granted that you're not that kinda person mentioned above, Bharata (India) is one such country everyone should be proud of. Of course, every person of every country should be proud in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've given the world so many things. Its not fair to degrade our country this way. It is also not fair to boast on the past and not doing anything which would take it forward. Think in those steps n contribute your bit in serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is just another random post with no order. Its pure rant. Do not try linking any of the paragraphs. Might not make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-8849118890864940383?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/8849118890864940383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=8849118890864940383' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8849118890864940383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8849118890864940383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-all-can-you-attach-to-country.html' title='What all can you attach to a country?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-132494035141375967</id><published>2010-11-16T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:15:22.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>This evening when I tried to help...</title><content type='html'>Am I waiting for some weird, different experiences to blog out? Not sure. Came across this one in the evening and am blogging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got down in Shivajinagar from 330C. Was waiting for Big 10, G9. 5 minutes passed to find no signs of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a series of buses coming from Meenakshi Coil street and I got myself into looking for buses heading Yelahanka while an elderly gentleman, in his mid 40s tried to cross the road, couldn't at that moment coz of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, he saw me and a smile flashed on his face. I returned it back. He probably was waiting for that I guess. Started talking to me. Conversation goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Bad day. You know how to go to Jayamahal?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. You get a bus here at the terminus. Go there. you'll get lotsa buses.&lt;br /&gt;H: Oh Thanks. Is bus the only way? Can I get an auto as well?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah! Many go there. fetch one right here. There is one auto passing by. (He just flew giving us no chance to enquire).&lt;br /&gt;H: So good of you. I've walked from Ulsoor to Shivajinagar and I'm very tired. I'll wait for some time to get an auto, lest I shall board a bus.&lt;br /&gt;M: You have one auto here. Wait, lemme ask him. (To the auto driver). ಜಯಮಹಲ್ ಬರ್ತೀಯೇನಪ್ಪ?&lt;br /&gt;Auto driver: ಜಯನಗರ ನ?&lt;br /&gt;M: ಜಯನಗರ ಅಲ್ಲಪ್ಪ. ಜಯಮಹಲ್ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ಲು. ವಸಂತನಗರ ಸಿಗ್ನಲ್ ದಾಟಿ ಅಂಡರ್ ಬ್ರಿಡ್ಜು ದಾಟಿ. ಹೋಟೆಲ್ಲು. ಗೊತ್ತಾಯ್ತಾ?&lt;br /&gt;A: ಸರಿ ಬನ್ನಿ.&lt;br /&gt;M: (To him) I've told him the route. You can go with him.&lt;br /&gt;H: Why don't you come along. Please join me.&lt;br /&gt;M: No please. I'll go by bus. I've lot many waiting here. You carry on.&lt;br /&gt;H: It would help me find the route quicker If you come along. Please don't hesitate. Get in. Get in. Get in...&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;A: ಸಾರ್! ಐವತ್ತ್ ರುಪಾಯಿ ಆಗತ್ತೆ.&lt;br /&gt;M: (Scratching head) He's saying it costs 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;H: Come on. Ask him to put meter. Why is he charging extra?&lt;br /&gt;A: ಅಲ್ಲಿ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ಯೂ ಟರ್ನ್ ಮಾಡಕ್ಕಾಗಲ್ಲ. ಸುಮಾರ್ ದೂರ ಹೋಗಿ ಯೂ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ಟರ್ನ್ ಮಾಡ್ಬೇಕು. ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ಆಗತ್ತೆ.&lt;br /&gt;M: ಗುರೂ, ಇನ್ನೂ ಟೈಮ್ ೭ ಗಂಟೆ. ಆಗ್ಲೇ ಹಿಂಗಾ?&lt;br /&gt;A: ನಮಗೂ ವರ್ಕ್ ಔಟ್ ಆಗ್ಬೇಕಲ್ಲಾ ಸಾರ್? ೫೦ ರುಪಾಯಿ ಕೊಡಿ. ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಇಳ್ಕೊಲ್ಲಿ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conveyed the same to him, to which he kinda denied. Later after some talk agreed. I asked him to go by bus which is more economical but he resisted. He was late for an appointment by 2 hours and he can't make them wait more is what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: I've walked from Ulsoor to here. Can't walk anymore. Also, I'm not sure of getting any seat in the buses. I'll go by this but ask him to leave me right at the footsteps of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;M: ನೋಡ್ರಿ... ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಬಾಗಲ್ ತನಕ ಬಿಡ್ಬೇಕಂತೆ. ಐವತ್ತ್ ರುಪಾಯಿ ಕೊಡ್ತಾರಂತೆ. (I was like, why the hell did I get involve in this?)&lt;br /&gt;A: ಹೋಟೆಲ್ ಗೇಟ್ ತನಕ ಬಿಡ್ತೀವಿ. ಅಷ್ಟೇ.&lt;br /&gt;M: He says He'll leave you till the gate. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;H: If he talks this way, I can also talk the same. What have they thought of himself? I won't give him money if he doesn't take me to the hotel. (He also conveyed the same in Hindi, thinking that the driver understands Hindi)&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver continued driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we spoke about him taking an auto, a taxi from Ulsoor to Jayamahal which he explains like nobody was willing to ply in that area. I asked for autos, buses, taxis Meru, Citycabs et al to find none willing to come there. One company says that it'll take 2 hours to reach Ulsoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way, he was cursing n curbing about his situation. He says he met another person at Ulsoor who explained him the scenario (dunno how true) that nobody will come to pick you up and the best way left to you is to walk your way. That person gave him company till Shivajinagar and had gone elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this person is from Mumbai, visited Bengaluru for a conference in ITC Windsor Hotel, but stayed in Jayamahal. He had another appointment with Sobha developers at Ulsoor when all this begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him. didn't the Sobha guys arrange for transport? He said, they didn't and I didn't ask for one. There was a mean smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, there were clashes happening between the auto driver and this person. The former used to curse in Kannada while the latter used to ask me to translate it (which I didnt) and also was swearing at him in English which he probably didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to explain things in Mumbai. About Meter Jam, people trying to man-handle rickshaw drivers and all. This went on for a few minutes and He also explained that things are the same in metros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about lots of issues in the country. Thinking of no solutions but just to discuss problems. He also discussed about Belagavi issue and supported Karnataka in this regard. He had hatred towards the politicians starting  this riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Vasanthnagar junction, the auto driver asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: ಏಯ್ ಐವಾನ್! &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ಎಲ್ಲ್ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ಇಳ್ಕೊತೀಯೋ?&lt;br /&gt;M: ಇನ್ನೂ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಮುಂದೆ ಹೋಗಪ್ಪ. ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಕಾನ್ಸತ್ತಲ್ಲ. ಅಲ್ಲಿ.&lt;br /&gt;A: ಅವ್ರಿಗೆ ಕೇಳಿ ಸಾರ್. ರೋಡ್ ದಾಟ್ತಾರೋ? ಅಥವಾ? ಯೂ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ಟರ್ನ್ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡ್ ಬರಬೇಕೋ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked him to take him inside the hotel for which the driver cribbed and drove ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: I don't know one thing. These people want to increase fares according to petrol hikes. We people pay it. But still they crib? I dunno the reason. They always crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Thats human tendancy. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time, we were at the gate of Jayamahal hotel. I got down bidding him goodbye and walking away. He thanked me. and asked the driver to get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: ಅದೆಲ್ಲ ಆಗಲ್ಲ. ಗೇಟ್ ಹತ್ರ ಬಿಡ್ತೀವಿ ಅಂದಿದ್ದ್ವಿ. ಗೇಟ್ ಹತ್ರ ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೀವಿ. ಒಳಗೆಲ್ಲ ಬರಲ್ಲ.&lt;br /&gt;H: Now, again whats his problem? Boss... If you do nakhra, we also have to take the same route. I won't give you a penny.&lt;br /&gt;A:  ಏನ್ ಸಾರ್ ಇವ್ರು ಹೇಳೋದು? ಹಿಂಗೆಲ್ಲ ಆಡ್ತಾರೆ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in between, concoling both of them. After 10 minutes of consoling, the driver agreed to get to the hotel entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaved a huge sigh of relief. I just wanted to get outa this mess. I bid him final goodbye for which he formally said "Meet you some time" and bid adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the help I lended, I walked from Jayamahal hotel to Jayamahal bus stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-132494035141375967?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/132494035141375967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=132494035141375967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/132494035141375967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/132494035141375967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-evening-when-i-tried-to-help.html' title='This evening when I tried to help...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2370226891514410131</id><published>2010-09-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:46:50.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Chaos called 'St. Mary's Feast'</title><content type='html'>If you're in ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು/Bangalore for the last week of August or the first week of September, and by your misfortune, you are bound to visit Shivajinagar/surrounding areas... I pity your condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is St. Mary's feast celebrated the most in Bangalore?? I was baffled to find wikipedia's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mary%27s_Basilica,_Bangalore"&gt;St. Mary's Bascilica, Bangalore&lt;/a&gt; link among the top three while I googled for St. Mary's feast. Confused, I searched in google.co.uk as well to make sure that location preferences are avoided. Still I find the same result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we call Bowring Church, actually St. Mary's Bascilica, the oldest church in Bangalore,  located just opposite to Shivajinagar bus stand, is the source of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this St. Mary's feast, is the celebration of virgin mother of Jesus, Mary (who got sainthood just because she gave birth to the messenger as a virgin??!). Did she take long to take birth (15 days of celebration)?? I don't see Christmas celebrated that long; atleast here in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Catholic Encyclopedia, &lt;a href="http://http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/10712b.htm"&gt;St. Mary's feast celebrations&lt;/a&gt; started almost more than 600 years after her birth. Why did it take so long for them to celebrate? Mary's birthday is still unknown but they celebrate it on September 8th of the Gregorian calendar. There is no solid proof that it falls on September 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my misfortune, I've been to Shivajinagar during this season almost every year since a minimum of 8 years. Its getting worse year by year. The worst I experienced was today, when buses from Balekundri Circle (Indian Express) to Shivajinagar on the Meenakshi Koil Street was blocked in the morning. So every bus from Indian Express were detoured to BRV ground and reached Shivajinagar via the Central street. I calmed myself  saying 'Fuhget it! This is gonna get over this week' but while coming back from Domlur to Shivajinagar, no matter how many alternative routes taken by the bus, I had to wait 1.5 hours to reach Commerical Street. All buses denied to go to Shivajinagar. Let alone buses, no vehicles. After a 10 minute walk to Shivajinagar, I was shocked to see Shivajinagar Bus Stand completely occupied by these people. How can they use it?? Never have I seen such a thing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single bus in the vicinity of Shivajinagar. I walked past the Meenakshi Koil Street towards Balekundri Circle passing by tens of beggars pleading alms on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all agree walking from Commercial Street to Indian Express like me. Its irritating to most of them. Even the policemen couldnt control the situation. All I recollect such a thing happening was a year and half back when our infamous Devegowda called for a jana jaagruti samavesha at palace grounds affecting people commuting in the vicinity of Palace Grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I need to mention here is that majority (more than 95%) of people attending this feast were Tamilians. I felt like I was in some busy town of Tamil Nadu while I walked past them. All black faces, in strikingly irritating orange uniforms (not to discriminate but to explain the fact). Was totally bugged up by their celebrations. Never have I seen Christians whom I know talk about St. Mary's feast; neither any other church celebrating it other than St. Mary's Bascilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Karaga/Ganesha festival being celebrated all over Bangalore but never is it this troublesome. Its distributed all over and not concentrated in one location. Blocking one of the major business zones completely for days together for some festival is irritating to many. And this St. Mary's feast started some 10 years ago I feel. Nowhere I saw it getting celebrated in my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to recall when the first person who tried to evangelize me, telling that 'truly speaking, there is no festival in Christianity; its a sin for a christian to celebrate any festival; hard core christians don't even celebrate Christmas you know... blah blah blah.' Now what is this feast considered to be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel this is another method towards their evangelism strategy. To hell with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to give one message to those who celebrate this feast. If you want to celebrate, celebrate it in a distributed fashion and not concentrating near Shivajinagar. Its annoying to many who live in the city. First of all, get to know whether this can be celebrated after all (as your bishops, clergymen whosoever is concerned...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not try to play with the sanity of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER N OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2370226891514410131?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2370226891514410131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2370226891514410131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2370226891514410131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2370226891514410131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/09/chaos-called-st-marys-feast.html' title='Chaos called &apos;St. Mary&apos;s Feast&apos;'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-548675664596679708</id><published>2010-08-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:18:27.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Eye-opener...</title><content type='html'>Two/three weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was heading towards Malleshwara to meet Hemanth, Yogesh n Susheem @ Beagles. I boarded a BMTC from Byats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Hebbal, three dumb fellas board the bus. They were busy communicating among themselves through sign language (which differed from our sign language... I felt it much more complex. Couldn't make much outa it) By their outfits they looked like Malayalis. How stupid am I to associate dumb with a language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They incessantly communicated while I was busy playing dominoes on my mobile watching them at random intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two were seated at my back, One was facing me. You know, it was that kinda bus where four people can face each other on one compartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression on their face appears atleast over-acting; atleast to me. Ex: Laughing forcibly... Thats how they communicate. I might be a bit harsh here but thats the case with most of the handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they communicated I never noticed the person in front of me using mobile. I was of the notion that mobiles are with everyone these days even with sweepers (not to condemn them, but addressing by their job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had overlooked the dumb chap using mobile. It all suddenly flashed to me when we were at Mekhri grade seperator. Of all of them, why a dumb guy has a mobile phone? What would he do with that if he cannot speak to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a smartphone or a phone that can have any applications like games, video, audio... It was a plain Vodafone ZTE 125. You can't even listen to radio on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now noticed him. Thanks to SMS. They communicate via SMS. Glad they teach them English along with their sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed the guy till I got down at Central, and was smiling to accustom another simple but eye-opening experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-548675664596679708?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/548675664596679708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=548675664596679708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/548675664596679708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/548675664596679708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/08/eye-opener.html' title='Eye-opener...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5019505988012896374</id><published>2010-08-15T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:37:02.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>On Independence Day...</title><content type='html'>Independence Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For Politicians, its another day to move around places, praising Gandhi, Nehru (dunno what he did to get Independence), Bose, et al making people know what they think is actually Independence day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For Corporate employees, its a welcome holiday (though not quite this year, they missed it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the workoholics, its doesn't make a difference; they head to the vacant office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. For Students, though a holiday, they're forced to go to school to celebrate the I-day toiling in ground performing mechanical exercises (trained for months) to entertain the chief guests presiding the function, getting a (peppermint | laddoo | boondi) as compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For the flag sellers, the only time of business. They don't mind plastic flags lying down on streets on I-Day itself. They just want to sell the flags.&lt;br /&gt;6. For the RJs, its the time they recollect old/retro desha bhakti music for a day or two and air it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For the visual media people, its again time to showcast of old movies which  will just be skipped by the current generation. Some do telecast some stupid movies like Rang De Basanti grandeuring Bhagat Singh, Azad et al. Some do it for Gandhi n co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the messagoholics, crib about against some operators who suspend free messages for today; for the rest of some single day independence enthusiasts, it finishes their free messages while dawn forwarding messages of patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For the extremist enthusiasts, as mentioned before like Rang De Basanti provoked, they feel the urge to glorify the extremists and scold the likes of Gandhi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For fake patriots, its just a time to play some tunes of famous musicians like Jai Ho, Vande Mataram... blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone with my mindset, the day has lost its prominence, not only prominence but meaning. One can see many people cribbing about the pathetic state the nation is in (including me), but none are willing to take it forward. Everybody is of the mindset, what can one mortal like me do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario before and after Independence in 1947 is no different. The only difference is that instead of the foreigners, the in house dacoits are looting the nation. Not one single party but all in a group are pushing the nation to a state of no return. There is this corruption cacophony, mining mafia, globalization ghost, corporate culture, exploitation of the poor (poor are mere votebanks), Reservation regime problems to name a few major issues haunting the nation today. The people in power do not hesitate to sell their nation for their wellbeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are easy said than faced. There are some honest people in politics who try to build a nation they dreamed. There is no one solution for this problem the country is facing. Some feel the politicians must be shooted in  face, corruption must be rooted out blah blah blah... How can this be done? None has an answer. Everyone can give such hypothetical answers which aren't practical. Again, there are these foreign returned bureaucrats who compare our nation to the one they visited and say, "In that country its like this... but here... shit..." and compare each and everything. They do least to improve their country. They don't know in their remote corner of their brains that India (Bharata) was more dignified a nation than it is today. And the reason why it is in the current state is due to the people of the same countries these bureaucrats. Aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are instances wherein, people who've seen the freedom struggle, compare the earlier days and feel they're better. They feel there wasn't much corruption as it is today. Imitation has become the prime activity of the nation. When do we stop it? Aint this pub culture, corporate culture an imitation of the west? Why did we need independence if we mere imitate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we atleast achieved political independence as of today? The whole country dances to the tunes of the Italian lady and her children. How many conversions are happening all over the country? The corporates are waiting for the decisions made the American presidents for their existence... Crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take farmers. Its said that more than 80 lakhs of farmers have commited suicide since 1990s. What do we eat, if none works out in the field? I can't imagine a scenario where everybody has money but they don't have food.&lt;br /&gt;See again... I've started cribbing about it incessently... I can go on n on n on... not only me... everyone in the nation. There is no point in cribbing. Do something. Do your bit everyday n get satisfied that I did this for the betterment of the country. That would give you some satisfaction than doin nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence is no praising of the freedom fighters, no cribbing about the state of nation, no patriotic movies/songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR BIT TO SERVE THE NATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5019505988012896374?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5019505988012896374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5019505988012896374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5019505988012896374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5019505988012896374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-independence-day.html' title='On Independence Day...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5096636940049740195</id><published>2010-07-18T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:37:48.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>A Blunder I must say</title><content type='html'>First of all, You might think, this blog is inactive for long... The author must have lost interest in it. Yeah... Kinda... I don't wanna blame anybody for being lazy than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I joined a new company, thanks for my routine... couldnt make some time to blog. To add on to it, I was a bit low from the day my today's links blog was deleted by Google for spam. It was an attempt to store links I found were interesting.. 'nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago i guess. Both of my cousins were here at Bangalore after a long time. (Probably 1.5 years later). They had brought their family along. IT was a get together for them after a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday, I set myself to meet them. One whom I had dropped home from the airport. I hadn't met the other for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I describe the incident, Lemme tell you that I'd like to complete a sentence in one language as a whole. This would lead to blunders sometimes as it happened on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this other cousin was becoming another father. He already had one.  This blunder what I said, happened when I tried wishing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I met him, I wished him congrats. He didnt knew why exactly I wished him and asked my why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the slip of the tongue, instead of wishing him, 'as you're about to become yet another father', i said 'you're yet to become another father'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!! The whole family was in a pool of laughter while I was feelin so shameful. such incidents, everytime you recollect, will give you some amount of joy n pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar incident happened yesterday by my mom (which I wouldn't be discussing here) which made me blog this. I recollect the incident of my engineering college farewell, where I had scolded people to bring me on stage without respecting the dias. Feeling so guilty for that now. But nothing can be done. Its all past. Its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many such things that happen by the slip of the tongue. the person feels so guilty and may be teased for long (which didnt happened to me in any case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a person like me, It will not have any impact other than some moments of shame. But I've seen people taking things seriously of such incidents. I don't want to take names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feeling uncomfortable to speak English, may stop speaking in public if they accustom such incidents frequently. All I can say is that its not your language. You are bound to make mistakes, sometimes in your mothertongue itself... Why worry about a foreign language? Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some take it in positive manner and become kinda masters in the respective field. Its all how you take it. I'm kinda 'Do I look like I give a Shit?' person. I don't bother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've blogged the incident, it'll be lighter in my mind, than it already was as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5096636940049740195?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5096636940049740195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5096636940049740195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5096636940049740195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5096636940049740195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/07/blunder-i-must-say.html' title='A Blunder I must say'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2044464928185483798</id><published>2010-06-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:47:58.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Another encounter with a female...</title><content type='html'>Couple of weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking my way to office getting down at the bus stand. A monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of yards behind the gates of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a bottle-green Maruti Suzuki Ritz, overtakes me and a female gets down off it. Waves bye to her hubby (boyfriend??) giving a flying kiss later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly turns back to see me, watchin this whole episode. She felt shy n clumsy. Rushed herself towards office (kinda escaping from me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she encounters me at the office, a hapless smile/grin appears on her face outa shame. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more explaination?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2044464928185483798?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2044464928185483798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2044464928185483798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2044464928185483798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2044464928185483798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-encounter-with-female.html' title='Another encounter with a female...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6249017620784146357</id><published>2010-02-15T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:19:23.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>New Nirma Ad: Review.</title><content type='html'>First of all watch this jaw dropping ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Aw0j1i1XSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Aw0j1i1XSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when I saw this ad, i was like...Baw! What on earth?? Sucha crappy ad. There cant be  no serious review on this but still... I'd call it a fail ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though after a second look, in some corner of the mind feel like appreciating the creativity of the ad maker to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe, I think the female here has taken her training with Matrix's Neo. She seem to have magical powers in her hand with 'Nirma' the codeword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the positive n negative aspects I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creativity. Though taken (inspired) from matrix, smart usage of the technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, can't think of any more positives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The expression on the female's face is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People lookin baffled in the ad itself is irritating. The kid asking his mom to look at the wonder?? come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bossing over the dirt like a school teacher daunting her stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fail: After successfully stopping the dirt from spilling onto her clothes and passing away, she could have waited till there was no person around while she settled the dirt. She deliberately puts it down when one among the crowd is keenly watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your views. I can't write anymore of this junk. Just wanted to share it among you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6249017620784146357?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6249017620784146357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6249017620784146357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6249017620784146357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6249017620784146357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-nirma-ad-review.html' title='New Nirma Ad: Review.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7364106199746655603</id><published>2010-02-08T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:26:16.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>All for the airport.</title><content type='html'>It might be old news for you all. Still, I have to tell about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Airport Road (to Devanahalli, originating from High Grounds) is again getting widened. Right from the Hebbal flyover, till the airport entrance. The last plan I heard was an eight-lane road below with three lane service roads on either side. On top of it we have a six lane express highway from Hebbal flyover to Airport entrance. There are plans of metro coming on one side of the road. Which side of the road has to be decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the plan. All is good for the globalization enthusiasts. Wide roads attract the investors and gives an impression of a better infrastructure. Smooth traffic flow blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, road widening for the airport had been done just five years ago. Now, again based on the complaints of minor VIPs, the central government plans to widen the road for their pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may refer to &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/06/paraq-bahuparaq.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post of mine on VIP movements on the Airport road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets analyse the situation. Here are some points that come to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whats the traffic to the airport everyday on an average?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many vehicles commute on that road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is widening required at this stage? Is the traffic that worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many people/enterprises lose their land for widening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whats the compensation given to them? Whats the market value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the ratio between them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answer these questions, you'll easily find the need for this road widening is not that important. In case if they insist in doing so, they should provide the real compensation (unlike what they did in 2005) or provide land for the current market price somewhere else (Which I hardly see getting done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They construct a dedicated 6 lane express highway for free movement of these VIPs in and outa the city. Now, whats the ratio of people taking the express highway paying the costly toll? You can take examples from the NICE road and the Hosur road flyover projects. Common man wishes the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads in other parts of Karnataka are getting worse. Some examples include The road to Nagarahole, the roads that lead us to the western ghats (take any road, its getting worse n worse day by day) Why can't they improve such roads than investing 700 crores on an express highway to the airport? Again whats the ratio of people travelling to Airport to people travelling in the afore mentioned roads to rural parts of Karnataka? You just can't compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More balding of Bengalooru takes place (of the leftover greenery), more people will get homeless/jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that, I blog it out and they look into it. I just have pointed out my viewpoint which does no good to the situation. It simply doesnt change the scenario. The Govt takes it in the left ear n leaves it out on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of bloggin out this helpless scene of Airport road. Cough up your opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7364106199746655603?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7364106199746655603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7364106199746655603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7364106199746655603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7364106199746655603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-for-airport.html' title='All for the airport.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7028543295237139057</id><published>2010-02-05T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:28:36.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Telco companies &amp; Green drives.</title><content type='html'>Before saying anything, let me ask you to watch the videos embedded below. If you've already watched it on TV, its optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSO15fuDLxw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSO15fuDLxw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRwOgGn6OmQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRwOgGn6OmQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are actually promotions for a cause by the telco companies in making us aware of our environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may initially feel sorry for the environment, may feel the urge to go green n eco etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look into it in a more indifferent manner. Lets take them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Idea's urge to save paper, use mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through the video once again if you want to, it gives you many ways to save paper. One can see browsing newspaper through mobile, giving autographs on a touchscreen, taking notes on a mobile(in a court), boarding passes in airports, university certificates, menus and orders in a hotel and what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad goes bang into the market and is a big hit. Though there are many filmy elements. One major flaw I felt was nobody uses a mobile to type in a court when one can have a desktop/laptop. Storage and transmitting could also be more spacious/faster in the latter case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed, as they are promoting their product, that is their gimmick. I'm not against the entertaining aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to more serious matter, who would implement such ideas? May be a few enthusiasts who got interested would make it a point in following the steps guided by the ad. Aged people would hardly feel the urge to type. They prefer hard copy paper than its counterpart. I don't see any long term implementations of it. On the other hand, these could be the advertisements of the mobile manufacturers and not of the service providers strictly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hold it for a moment and discuss it after the second ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Aircel's urge to save the tigers of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bit more serious than the previous ad. They ask us to involve in saving tigers. Specially Indian tigers. (Well, how can we save tigers that aren't in our country?) Wanna know more about it? Check it out &lt;a href="http://saveourtigers.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has got three brand ambassadors. Cricketing star, M.S. Dhoni, Football captain, Bhaichung Bhutia and Tamil hero Suriya (Aircel is basically from TN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, lemme list the positives here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Effectively depicts the condition of our tigers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Makes us think about Tigers as endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;3. No filmy things in the ad. Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lemme tell you my opinion on this ad. Ultimately whatever a common man does, he cannot literally help in saving tigers. Blogging about it, speaking on it in meetings, sharing your thoughts with your friends... nothing is practically gonna help saving tigers. If I'm wrong, please enlighten me in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything, we cannot see a tiger except for zoos. Lively tigers are hard to search in jungles. Many of my treks n hiking have gone unfruitful to watch the predator in an open forest. (Not that normal person wishes to see tigers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever this ad is meant for, should reach the actual hunters of tigers. Not only the hunters of tiger alone, but all wild animals in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 'Save wildlife campaign' helped to any extent in hunting down Veerappan, the elephant poacher. All we could wait for is to turn the minds of these poachers n hunters as well as their supporters on the good side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to summarize everything discussed, its just a market gimmick for these telco providers to gain more publicity boasting themselves as eco-friendly. I'm not saying that they're always wrong. We do have truth on their side, but still I feel its just their marketing strategy. All I want to say is that because of these mobile operators, we have lost our sparrows from the urban areas. Not only sparrows but almost all birds. All we could see is a few crows here n there sparingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many will turn in my side, if I say '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Stop using mobiles, save the sparrow. Lets do our bit&lt;/span&gt;'. Who will turn my side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or yet another agenda, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Use less plastic, save the environment&lt;/span&gt;'?? How many will turn up? How many street cows have fallen sick/died just because of consuming plastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm always cynic towards such things. Thats how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, If I've left out some points or you feel that I'm wrong on some statements, please do let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7028543295237139057?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7028543295237139057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7028543295237139057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7028543295237139057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7028543295237139057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/02/telco-companies-green-drives.html' title='Telco companies &amp; Green drives.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2539265788601775990</id><published>2010-01-29T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:00:16.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Two Tales, Two Thathas.</title><content type='html'>Well, the title should have been long. I was planning for 'Two tales on Two elderly gentlemen, one @ dusk and one @ dawn'. Very very long... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my experiences on consecutive days. Here they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to one telco's office to get a connection for my mother yesterday. While I was discussing plans with a representative,  an elderly gentleman entered the office with a grim face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he came, he started scolding another rep black n blue; reason being excess amount on his broadband bill. The sales rep/installation crew who had installed broadband in his house and had promised the old guy that the bill wont cross Rs 500/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this thatha is tech savvy or atleast internet savvy. To his bad luck, I think his plan wasnt an unlimited connection. He has crossed the limits and had got a lumpsome bill of Rs 1.7k and change. Poor fellow is now baffled and has travelled 4km from his house to the telco office to enquire. Guess he doesnt know about customer care (not that they're any better, but alteast that would've avoided his travel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not satisfied by the justification given by the helpless rep. Now, the rep called the installer, his higher officials n whosoever are concerned but in vain of help to thatha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued his swearings... in fact, increased them two folds... All the stupids, rascals etc came outa his mouth. Irritated employee asked him to stay quiet but it was of no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile thatha made some calls scolding the person on the other side. He must be the installer. Rep was insisting him to speak him in Kannadaif he could coz the other party isnt well versed in any other lingo, he would start a sentence in Kannada and switch over to English. No comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my connection while thatha continued swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakey wakey... This morning I had to visit supermarket as my father was busy with some other work. Gotta get some milk, vegitables etc. Now, this supermarket, is say 200 steps from my house, fresh stocks come everyday @ 08:15 am. I went there by 8:10, to make sure that the precious commodity, milk doesnt get over. There are instances wherein I have returned back going by 9 o' clock. I dont wanna take chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some familiar faces of which one of them is another thatha. Never have I spoken with them but they are familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! 8:15, no news about the delivery truck. Welcome sign for my othla sense. I roamed around the mart, checkin things out. The same old beans, carrots, oats etc. Meanwhile I saw this thatha speaking to the wardboys n stewardesses sometimes cuddling them. Normal thatha behavior. 8:25 and still the truck hasnt arrived. I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 it passed by. Its a narrow road, it went ahead to park in the opposite direction so that it can just go once the delivery is complete. It came but there was a Santro in the usual place of its parking. The driver was waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be a customer's santro who was billing. His mom was also by his side billing. He had a long list. Took a lot of time to complete. It was already 8:45 and thatha lost his temper. He started scolding. Asked him to move the vehicle. Hesitant customer (lets call him Mr. X for short) never cared and continued with the billing. Even the wardboys requested to move, he said, he is almost done with the billing and would take the car once its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatha started swearing bastards n bullshits on this person. Mr. X in his late thirtys or early fortys got enraged and counter sweared thatha though he was done with the billing. His mother intervened for no use. This went on for another 15 minutes. Rest were silent including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the stewardess came in between now, talking to Mr. X in Telugu to calm down and take his car. He never budged and asked support on his side rather moving his vehicle. Seems this thatha is also a teluguite. Now the conversation shifted to telugu from English (Sadly no Kannada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15, still the truck was waiting for its parking place with these two quarelling with all swearings. Even the mother joined with Mr. X swearing 'Gudd mooskond pora' to thatha. Havoc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough was enough. I was bored of watchin stuffs n wastin time watchin these stupids fight, I intervened, and asked X to move the vehicle instead of quarrelling. Though I was indifferent, (probably partially on behalf of thatha, as I was waiting for milk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this thatha come over me, swearing that 'nobody has the guts to fight injustice! blah blah blah!!!' I ignored them while Mr. X pleaded me to explain the same to thatha. Thatha now turned his complete attention to me and started to blame my escapism. Again I ignored and came inside while X moved to move his vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was moving, this short tempered, lunatic thatha continued the swearings on X. Thank god, I was saved. Things didnt get over. X parked the vehicle some meters ahead, made way for the truck, came back and started quarrelling with thatha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!! 3-4 stewardesses came to the rescue of their supermarket, many people from streets barged in and somehow consoled them both. One of them scolded thatha and asked him to leave the premises after his purchase. He continued swearings ad infinitum and was gone in 5 minutes after getting milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it of the tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, what I wanted to say was that some of these elderly gentlemen are very very short tempered. I meet such creatures atleast once in a week. They just want everything their way and any small mistake enrages them to the peak. They dont care about the etiquettes, dignity and just want the opposite side to be tamed. What I suggest in such scenarios is to justify your stand once, if it is not welcomed, you better walk out or else, the whole day you'll be irritated by the fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your comments please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2539265788601775990?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2539265788601775990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2539265788601775990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2539265788601775990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2539265788601775990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-tales-two-thathas.html' title='Two Tales, Two Thathas.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7652356209341029653</id><published>2010-01-21T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:32:52.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Another funny (ironic) tale from College.</title><content type='html'>Caution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Intended to be taken in a lighter sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Those who know the characters here are asked to keep their mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My intention is not to make fun of the people but to show you all the lighter part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This post is the result of my blogging mood which was outa topics to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Lemme describe it in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First semester of Engineering. As you all might know, mine was the first batch. We had no seniors. Guess it was the second month of the semester. I got down from the bus and was walking towards the college to find two of my batchmates (none from my stream) quarelling with each other. Both of them were from the same locality. We could see them quarrelling with their drafters... (as knives??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swearing was superfluous. All the ninn **** na k*** (you can substitute anything for those asterisks) I was wondering for their creative scoldings. Few of my batchmates went ahead, grabbed both of them and seperated them while they were angrily kickin each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On investigation, we found the reason why. Both of them were in love (aaaaah!!) with the same girl. To add onto the complexity, even she was from the same locality and was the classmate of one of the quareller. I'm not here to describe that girl but the general notion built on that girl was that she is a devil when it comes to looks though she was good academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them didnt speak to each other for months. Things went cooler later on and they began talking to each other. May be they were still secretly admiring the girl??!! I dont know.  I dunno whether the girl knew all this quarelling stuff. I was least bothered to know. Nothing serious happened after this till we finished college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was just this, I wouldnt have blogged it. After all, why would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotto know some facts after my college and hence this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a collegue in my office who came from the same school as the girl in this story came from. I need not mention that he was also from the same locality. He claimed to be notorious in the class sometimes and had teased this girl for bossing over the classmates for no reason. He and his gang wanted to teach her a lesson and teased her to hell. They made her cry several times. Well again the notion about the girl's look was almost the same as we had in our college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we had discussed about his school and his classmates. We had a lot of friends in common who came out from that school. While we were talking about our friends, the topic of this girl came and he described the way they teased that girl. I mentioned about the way two of my batchmates quarreled to love the same girl. He was laughing for a long while listening to this. He was wondering who would want to love that devil(??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was kinda mischievious, he used to get news of all his classmates. One day he said that the girl is getting married. He was wondering who was that bakra? Though I guess he went to the marriage. I dunno whether these quarrellers knew about the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things moved forward. My collegue joined another company. One of the quarrelers who was also the girl's classmate joined the same company. They used to commute from the same cab and got to know each other. After the initial phase of friendship, my ex-collegue got to know that latter was my batchmate. He started discussing about me, our college, the discussed incidents I had told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, this conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collegue: Hey maga! do you know that girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batchmate: Yes. She was my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Maga! we used to tease her a lot in school. She was full of attitude. Full scope ತೊಗೊತಿದ್ದ್ಲು maga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh! is it? hu maga! She had that attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Matte lo, Sandesh was telling that two of your batchmates quarrelled just to love her. I dont know maga? ಆ ಮೂತಿನೂ ಲವ್ ಮಾಡ್ಬೇಕು ಅನ್ನ್ಸತ್ತೇನೋ? ನಂಗಂತೂ ನಗು ತಡಿಯಕ್ಕಾಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ ಅವನ್ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದ ಕೇಳಿ. (Does anyone feel live loving that creature? I couldnt stop laughing once he said that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: (baffled) ಹು ಮಗ! ಅಂಥವರು ಇದ್ದರು ನಮ್ಮ ಕಾಲೇಜ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ. (Yeah buddy! we had such studs in our college.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this conversation, both of them had called me. First was my ex-collegue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: ಮಗಾ! B ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದ. ಅವ್ನು ಈಗ ನಮ್ಮ ಕಂಪನಿ ಸೇರ್ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದಾನೆ. (Dude! I had met B, he works for our company now)&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: ಹೌದಾ ಮಗ? ಒಳ್ಳೇದು. (Oh Is it? good.)&lt;br /&gt;C: ನಿನ್ನ್ ಬಗ್ಗೆ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ನಿಮ್ಮ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ಕಾಲೇಜ್ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದ್ವಿ. (we talked about you, your college n stuff)&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: ಲೋ, ಅಂದಹಾಗೆ ಅವ್ನೆ ಕಣೋ ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಜಗಳ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡಿದ್ದು. (btw, he was the quarreler on that girl's issue)&lt;br /&gt;C: ಹೌದಾ ಮಗ?ಲೋ, ಅವಳ್ ವಿಷಯ ಎಲ್ಲ ಮಾತಾಡಿ ಆ ಜಗಳ ಮಾಡಿದೊವ್ರ್ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ನಗಾಡಿದ್ವಲ್ಲೋ? (Shit man! Is it? I laughed like hell on that issue buddy!!)&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 15 minutes, B had called me pretending casual. He just told me that he was working with my ex-collegue. ranted for a while (I could sense, kinda self pity, guilty conciousness in his voice) He never spoke a word on that girl's issue episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing once he cut the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things move further, B got married last year. But whenever I meet my ex-collegue and talk abt this incident, we would be laughing like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends the irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7652356209341029653?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7652356209341029653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7652356209341029653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7652356209341029653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7652356209341029653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-funny-ironic-tale-from-college.html' title='Another funny (ironic) tale from College.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4987014016806067667</id><published>2010-01-08T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:46:41.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kannada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Colored Pants and the Foreign Streets...</title><content type='html'>Had logged into blogger 2 hours back... Was feeling like blogging but no topic came to mind. Two or three random things turned up but none became concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posted the day's links on &lt;a href="https://thantu.blogspot.com/"&gt;my link blog&lt;/a&gt;, and logged off. Still my mind was revolving around a topic to blog out. Was listening to some trance later on, thought of blogging on it while it was time for our weekly Pooje. got downstairs to attend it. Once it was over, mother asked me to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having it, others were randomly browsing thru the channels on TV. On U2, our infamous '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rozAa1FdvAc"&gt;Hey! Hey Paaro&lt;/a&gt;' was getting played. Though this song isnt directly connected to the topic, I thanked TV to lend me this interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, I should tell you about the colored pants. It dates back to the dawn of eastman colored movies, especially the tamil ones (Some do include them till date). Thank god for Black n White movies, we couldnt notice the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenarios like deep orange pant and dark blue shirt, yellow shirt and pale green pant or be it pink shirt with blood red pant were pretty common. To add onto this, they had these bell bottomed pants as the trend. Be it a song sequence or a fighting scene, you could see the hero (sometimes the heroine as well) wearing them with their hands resting on their hips with their mouth wide open. It was total comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you couldnt find such combinations in Kannada movies, it was rare. may be 1 in 50 movies of the 70s.I've seen Rajkumar wearing some in some of his early movies, also Vishnu, Ambareesh and Srinath. May be 2-3 films in their career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these combinations on TV when there was no cable network. In those days where DD1 was the only channel, everyday of the week was reserved for 1 regional language songs to be telecasted. It was Thursday for Kannada, dont remember for other languages. But sometimes when we were playing in the hall, we used to see some songs of other languages... the NTRs, Chiranjeevi, MGRs, Rajanikanth, Vijayakanth who else, all could be seen wearing Blue shirt and Red pant with a green scarf... sometimes with a black hat. Goodness... Almost all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of tamil songs I saw were in one of my Uncle's house. He was fond of Tamil movies (I still dunno why) and during my summer holidays, we used to stay in his house playing with my cousins. I was wondering who was the costume designer for such songs. Havent watched much of Hindi movies/songs. Can't comment on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 80's one hardly could see such color combos in Kannada movies. It was the time when the Nags, Kashinath ruled the KFI. Movies were sensible n entertaining too. Also, all movies of the big heads Rajkumar, Vishnuvardhan and Ambareesh had good script as always. 90s were again with Ravichandran, Shivarajkumar, Shashikumar... No traces of colored pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 00's there started a bad trend of remaking Telugu/Tamil movies. Some were inspired (as per the directors/producers). Or atleast some movies based on rowdism had what they now call an ITEM song. A catchy number. In such scenarios, they were dressed in all possible combinations (again inspired by the T &amp;amp; T movies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially all such songs were picturised within the country. Thanks to our 'American' Director Nagathihalli Chandrashekhar to set up the trend to shoot most of the movie scenes as well as songs abroad. Later a trend came up where songs were shot abroad. That was a marketing strategy where the posters had the tag, 'capturizing the scenic beauty of so and so country...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the trend was to shoot some songs in a decent manner. Then came the worse. This went onto a level where all songs in a movie should be shooted abroad. Some heroes were/still are refusing to sign the deal if this scenario isnt met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to TnT movies, we saw some tappangucchi numbers being shot abroad. The herd wearing lungies/petas with fishnet vests smoking beedis (watch Yuvaraja remake of a telugu movie Tammudu) I was dumbstruck watching that song. Worse was when they used the foreign artists in our local attire. It was SO funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want something more worse? They performing in the busy foreign streets with tappangucchi and the public watchin them with their jaws wide open. You can see some of the foreigners laughin the the song itself. Tell me, what impression do they get of our country n culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've visited almost all major countries. America, Australia, New Zealand, Most of Europe which includes Austria, Switzerland, UK, France, Venice, Italy what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometime see them dancing to the tunes with these colored pants. Damn it! Whose the choreographer? Doesnt he possess the least sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All current heroes are culprits here. Puneeth was afar from this but recently watched his 'Raam'. Look at this song, '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hvLbuv9t1Y"&gt;Hosa Gaana Bajaana&lt;/a&gt;', as a proof. Major culprits being Darshan, Upendra, Sudeep, Shivarajkumar, Auditya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them perform the way they want in lonely streets/locations... Why on the busy roads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new face to the list, thanks that he hasnt performed in foreign streets but he has one or the other song with such color combination. He is Yogesh a.k.a Loose Maada. Atleast one song will be having weird costumes with songs modulated to machine like voice. Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0T00qw0G2o"&gt;Jinke Marina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fei8A_mUXSI"&gt;Maja Maja En Majano&lt;/a&gt; of Nanda &amp;lt;3 Nanditha, Chakkli Nippat thinnkandu of Ravana or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwILGwezzAM"&gt;Sarasooo&lt;/a&gt; of Ambaari to get a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is supposed to be blamed for this shit? Collectively all. Most of the times, it is the producers who force the director to add atleast one such song to the movie. Sometimes its the directors fault and sometimes its the hero's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the final question I want to ask them is dont they get ashamed to act lunatically in the unknown crowd? Is it good for them to impart a false image onto the foreigner's brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they think in this direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4987014016806067667?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4987014016806067667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4987014016806067667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4987014016806067667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4987014016806067667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2010/01/colored-pants-and-foreign-streets.html' title='Colored Pants and the Foreign Streets...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-8717288657992241810</id><published>2009-12-23T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:50:03.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Should one hate a professional for his personal life?</title><content type='html'>I guess we all have atleast seen one such scenario in our life. Let me explain you a general scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a gem in his profession. Trekked all the pathways in his work and he is kinda walking encyclopedia to all when it comes to job. Any task given to him is completed elegantly in a best possible way. But when it comes to his personal life, he is simply disastrous. Reasons various.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, should one hate that person for his personal life or like/treat him normally for the genius in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge list for this. All I can list is what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dr. Rajkumar and Leelavathi issue. (the only scar on Dr. Raj)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pt. Ravishankar and his affair with Ms. Jones in US&lt;br /&gt;3. Elton John and his homosexual activities (I am not pro-Elton John, I don't like his music. This entry is just for the sake of it)&lt;br /&gt;4. New Addition, Tiger Woods and his mistresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list can go on n on as always. The reason for me to write this particular post is the 4th one on that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not touch upon the issue of Tiger Woods, most of you know it. Now that his wife is busy consulting her lawyer for a divorce, the issue has become stark naked in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Mr. TW had many mistresses. Thats his fault. Agreed. Thanks for the media and the internet to make it big. But isnt it harsh that this forced a golf Pro like him to take a long break from the game? Lets be neutral and think about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some points that come to my mind are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't we have enough people who're famous and have umpteen affairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did his affairs affect directly/partially to his game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Should this force all his endorsers to take a step back, stop endorsing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets answer these questions one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;1. Don't we have enough people who're famous and have umpteen affairs?:&lt;/span&gt; We've many. Some are listed in the above list. To name a few more, we've&amp;nbsp; the cricket great, leg spinner,&amp;nbsp; Shane Warne, who was famous for two reasons. One for his spectacular spin bowling. No cricket fan forgets the golden ball or the ball of the century by him, which was wide but took the English batsmen (Gooch or Gatting, don't remember though) wicket. The other reason being his affairs. He was in the middle of one or the other affairs. Many bans were on him for participating in these affairs. He would have scalped 1000 or more test wickets if he were not to get involved in such affairs. We have more to add to the list. Take any hollywood/bollywood actors who are in one or the other affair anytime of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;2. Did his affairs affect directly/partially to his game?:&lt;/span&gt; Might be. This might have given a positive enthusiasm in playing. It might not be the case, that if he is not involved in such affairs, he couldn't play. This might have worked as a catalyst probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;3. Should this force all his endorsers to take a step back, stop endorsing?:&lt;/span&gt; The endorsers have to think about it in a much serious way. Why did they endorse him? Was it because he was a nobel human or for he was a Golf Pro? If it was for the former, they've every right to take back. But most of them did this for the latter reason. I'm not saying that they need to continue the endorsement, but if they were really endorsing, they should've enquired about his social life much before they took the decision. News of these kinds will be prevalent in the small circle much before they become public. Who knows?? these endorsers would've signed the contract knowing it all, but for publicity sake. I consider this a bit unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what should one do in such a scenario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People should stop making stories building upon those read in the newspaper. Almost all know about it and making up stories is just worsening things up for the victim. Some of those stories might be true but still, its harsh on the victim to spread those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The victim should keep his cool, stay calm as much as possible. Time is the healing factor. Even after that, people do comment on this issue in his presence. All he can/should do is to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Media, stop adding fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm a Tiger Woods fan and I'm writing this post. Yeah I do love watching him play golf. They say hes only second next to Jack Nicklaus. I can't comment on that coz I havent watched much of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that everybody are innocent. There are some criminals who gotta be punished. hat I feel in case of Mr. TW is that he should be given another chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has to be punished for their wrong deeds and I guess everybody will follow his karma. Nobody can stop it. I do support any legal action taken against him but I see something adverse goin on&amp;nbsp; and hence this post. Everybody should be given an opportunity to set things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you all an instance of the chance given, I'd like to give the example of Dr. Raj. Agreed that his affair with Leelavathi was unfair. But the good thing he/Parvathamma did was to let their children enter the film industry only after getting married. This has to be appreciated. Hopefully, I'll comeup with a blog post on Rajkumar on my Kannada blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be like 'Once a thief, always a thief', but unfortunately that the case in the real world. Lets hope things change. And for Tiger Woods, lets hope he comes back with flying colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-8717288657992241810?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/8717288657992241810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=8717288657992241810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8717288657992241810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8717288657992241810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/12/should-one-hate-professional-for-his.html' title='Should one hate a professional for his personal life?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7800083704944720102</id><published>2009-11-27T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:55:37.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinduism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Jesus in India? A movie on that?</title><content type='html'>Just saw it in today's newspaper, Deccan Herald, Page 11, Inquirer column. To be honest, I was irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hoaxes do these western people create? The heading says &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"There is almost no doubt Jesus spent some time in India"&lt;/span&gt;, and the article provides no proof of the above statement. The article is about a producer, Kent Walwin (never heard of his name till date, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDb&lt;/a&gt; though provides me the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0910626/"&gt;details&lt;/a&gt; that he has produced 19 movies and has written two plays, though the article says that he has made around 70 films?!). Well and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This producer, is now interested in making his most important movie which would explore if Jesus Christ spent his mythical 18 missing years in India!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list some of the rumours connecting Jesus and India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus visited India and Tibet, served as a student as well as a teacher here and then returned back to Nazareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus's body is buried somewhere in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus will take his re-birth again in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are the major ones I accustomed, there may be many more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googling more on the key 'Jesus in India' would provide you more results. I dont want to list them here. do it if you're interested. By the search I conducted, you get mixed responses. Some say yes, many say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a &lt;a href="http://reluctant-messenger.com/issa.htm"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; I visited, it says that in 1894, some Russian Nicolas Notovitch, visited India and Tibet, broke his leg which made him stay long here. During this period, he found ancient records about a St. Issa (who turns out to be Christ), who studied and taught people over there. He took a copy those records in his journal,&amp;nbsp; back to the West, as a proof to the expected controversy. It also says that it was also accepted by his skeptics... blah blah blah... Read the article if interested. It also calls him the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other pages I visited (which deny the above statement) try to criticize Vedic philosophy on this topic rather than negating Jesus's visit to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me write my opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. I'm assuming that Jesus had existed, for some may argue on the contrary. I havent done much of research on that perspective. (Son of a virgin lady? One of my basic doubts... Sorry, I don't believe in miracles) But from the debate's perspective, lets assume he had existed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. I havent read the Bible but a few parts are brought to my notice, thanks to the Evangelists. I can't quote anything from it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the pages I read regarding this, they say that there were something called as missing years in Jesus's life. Since he was 13 till he completed 29, there is no record of where he was in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we consider him coming to India, that would have taken long. Coming all the way from Israel to India when you're 12 in those days where you didn't have flights? hmm! Assuming he had travelled that far. What made him travel? Why did he? For how he knew there was a country called India which is spiritually rich? (accepted by Mr. KW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he came. They say, he learned what they called Indian philosophy, He became a teacher too. (Teaching Indian philosophy) Umm, Thats great. But didn't he teach something else back in Israel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no details other than the above mentioned paragraph. Now the question thats hitting me is that after learning so much in India, why did he return back to Nazareth? Geographically if you consider, India, (Kashmir, Ladakh to be specific,) was a heaven when you consider Jerusalem. Okay let us assume, he wanted to teach what he had learnt here to his people over there. Again the same question, did he teach exactly Indian principles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had visited, there should be some more documents referring him say like some pandit in a King's regime, some kind of Sthala Purana, anything. We see no major thing coz if it did existed, it should have been know by now due to the excavation conducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions I'd like to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why did all of a sudden, people started linking Jesus to India?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the Pope's stand towards this?&lt;br /&gt;3. What does the Bible say about the missing years as said by Kent Walwin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view for the above questions are as follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is suffering a blow in the West, specially in Europe by Islam as India is suffering from blows by both of these cemetic religions(Christianity &amp;amp; Islam) here in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that in near future, Europe will be named Eurabia as muslims are densly multiplyin in Europe. Due to the intrusion of Islam in Europe, the Christian leaders are trying to find new land for its new Vatican City and they're eyeing India as the prominent destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the current Indian Politics, which is held by an Italian Lady, well supported by her two kids and the rubber stamp along with a heard of sheeps. Need more proof regarding this? What happened once Congress came to power in 2004? Evangelism was accelerated. Missionaries from all over the world started coming to India. You all remember that stupid Benny Hinn's visit to Bangalore at the Jakkur Aerodrome. Boy! what a mess it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our government lauds the Pope who visits India, vows that he shall make India a complete Christian Nation. Duh! What a pity???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missionaries started camping allover the country. Where else? At the base of Tirupati, thanks for the late converted Christian CM, YSR (remembering whom, the whole AP cries crocodile tears) Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trekking in Nagamale, Male Mahadeshwara hills a year back, to find the hilly area evangelized to a great extent. Cel location indicator on my CellPhone was saying we're at 'Kristarajapuram' (imitating krishnarajapura?) while we were trekking, a few kids of age not crossing 10, came to us begging for money who refused the food we gave. They wanted money. We saw a cross around their necks. Thank evangelists. Hope you understood the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to christianize India stepwise. Thats highly irritating. Don't they have care for us Indians? Doesnt it strike their mind that they're doing exactly the same as to what the muslims are doing to them in Europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Vedics, have never gone abroad trying to evangelize. We dont believe in it. The west simply doesnt understand our philosophy. They need to grow up a lot. I pity them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These intrusion of evangelists and missionaries is a further step in that path. Creating false communal issues by disrupting churches by their own people, blaming the Hindus for that is another step. Making this movie, is another step in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are trying to eradicate Indian philosophy from the face of earth, but thanks to a lot in saving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there will not be an end to the Sanatana Dharma by these meagre foreign creatures for it has faced more tougher situations in the past and is still existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had more points. Will mention the relevant ones in the comments. Please have your say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7800083704944720102?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7800083704944720102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7800083704944720102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7800083704944720102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7800083704944720102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-in-india-movie-on-that.html' title='Jesus in India? A movie on that?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3893660844359748110</id><published>2009-11-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:42:01.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>On Currency notes</title><content type='html'>This post is the result of a forward SMS i got yesterday. It goes this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pls don't write anything in our Indian Nationl currency notes.. Bcoz every year our govt is facing 2000 crore loss due to this.!! Pls spread  it to All Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how true it is but I certainly feel its a bad habit to write on anything that isnt writable. Ex: Currency Notes, Bus seats, Compound walls, lamp posts, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, atleast here in Bengalooru, BBMP is doing a good job in tackling the issue of illegal hoardings and writings on public walls by drawing paintings/artifacts and fining the illegals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets concentrate more on currency notes for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might all have seen this. Drawing mustaches and beards on our infamous M. K. Gandhi, making him look like a punk such things are on a side while, writing personal messages, writing numerals on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let alone common man, even the bank officials are doing this. They count the bundle twice or thrice, after thorough checking, they'll write the count on the topmost bill. Now, whom should we blame? I've seen this in all banks including Axis, Vijaya, Corporation, HDFC, HSBC... what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this made me search for information on the lifecycle of currency notes. After 10 minutes of searching, I found &lt;a href="http://www.rbi.org.in/Scripts/BS_CurrencyFAQView.aspx?Id=39#a"&gt;this interesting link from Reserve Bank of India (hereby referred RBI)&lt;/a&gt;. I strongly suggest you all read that page to know more about Indian notes and coins. Do read it. I should thank the SMS to visit such an informational link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, Here are the major points I inferred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Actual money is just coins (Rupee coins and small coins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All the banknotes/currency notes we deal with are mere readymade cheques provided by the RBI. Its like we asking the RBI governor to pay the payee the amount on the note. Its obvious. One can't carry bulky 500/1000 coins everywhere to pay up things. Technically banknotes have no value. The only advantage of a cheque might be the freedom to specify an amount which is fixed here. (Try giving it to a person outside the country, or a person who knows nothing of notes, he'll just throw it as a piece of paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Number of coins to be minted is decided by the Government of India while the number of currency notes to be printed is decided by the RBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Decision as to how many notes to be printed is taken based on the requirement for meeting the demand for banknotes due to inflation, GDP growth, replacement of soiled banknotes and reserve stock requirements. RBI also insists the Government of India in the number of coins to be minted every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We also had notes with 5000 and 10000 denominations for huge transactions which were last demonetized by 1978 (May be during Emergency??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. After Independence, we actually had three series of banknotes,&lt;br /&gt;  (i). Ashoka Pillar notes: Old notes which you might have seen, Now they've become obsolete. These were introduced in 1950 and continued till 1996.&lt;br /&gt; (ii). Mahatma Gandhi series (MG series for short) produced in the period of [1996, 2005]&lt;br /&gt;(iii). MG 2005 series produced since 2005 till date (2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How exactly is money transferred from RBI branches to currency chests and small coin chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Notes marked with a '*' (star/asterisk) in the number panel are actually reprinted ones, meaning notes with the serial number barring the star was already printed but was scrapped and reprinted because it was soiled/mutilated/imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, what is the major cost of printing/reprinting of a currencynote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RBI has to collect the soiled/mutilated/imperfect notes, keep track of it.&lt;br /&gt;2. cost of producing the amount of paper (number of trees cut/machine cost etc)&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure that there are no notes with the same serial number. This means RBI should get the old note, scrap it and then print a new one. This might seem simple but in fact it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the better side, all we can do is to lessen the number of notes getting printed every year. saving paper, saving money, saving time etc... What has RBI gotta say about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, about clean note policy [copy pasting with due respect to RBI].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G) Clean Note Policy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Reserve Bank of India has been continuously making efforts to make good quality banknotes available to the members of public.  To help RBI and banking system, the members of public are requested to ensure the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to staple the banknotes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not to write / put rubber stamp or any other mark on the banknotes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Store the banknotes safely to prevent any damage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the harm in us following such simple norms? They are simple things if we regularise in our lives, make sthe job of the bank a bit simpler... aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few guidelines I would suggest for the interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try to store it at max in a single fold. Preferrably in your billfold or wallet (whatever you call it). Do not fold it more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not staple. use rubber bands instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you work in a counter where transactions are very frequent and you've got to know the number of notes in every bundle, Instead of writing it on the banknote itself, attach a piece of paper to the rubberband, write the count/amount on the paper instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not press any seal onto banknotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more guidelines to prevent soiling/mutilating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Before washing clothes, thoroughly check all its pockets for valuables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not carry sharp edged things inside your billfold. This might mutilate banknotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Store banknotes in less humid places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please suggest more guidelines which I might have missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3893660844359748110?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3893660844359748110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3893660844359748110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3893660844359748110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3893660844359748110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-currency-notes.html' title='On Currency notes'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5094364434810779066</id><published>2009-10-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:46:06.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>On Education [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>Well, was into microblogging andtt couldnt invest much time into this blog. You can see such excuses in almost all of my posts. I'm trying to break the habit of one post per month. Hopefully, I'll break it in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: No point I mention here about myself is self boasting but a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the formal, usual apology, lemme dive into where I had left in the last post. Things go a bit personal in this post. May be thats the way to continue explaining tution system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen some of my schoolmates going to tutions right from my first standard... (May be in the KGs, can't recollect exactly) There was one strict female whose name i refuse to take was one of our school teacher. She never took any classes to us in my whole tenure though but we used to hear her loud voice all day long in school coz she was the class teacher of the class nearby...&lt;br /&gt;I saw ppl running from school to tutions where they were taught almost the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never bothered what they taught in the tutions coz i wasnt going to any, neither did I wonder what they teach over there. I was happy with my routine of getting educated in the school, comeback home, do homework in 30 mins, go out, play something and spend sometime chatting with sister and dad in hotel. Things were pretty simple and happening [So are now!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was experiencing the tution fever when I came to the high school, particularly in the 10th. Many of my peers were discussing topics which werent covered in the class much before in hand. I never cared for such things. I was in my own pace and way... Though I had a few companions who didnt go to tutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to II PUC, it all began, Aaah! PUC PCM coaching, some also took for Bio/Comp/Elec too. Dont get surprised to know that I was the only person in the class (may be our college) to not go to tutions. I never found a reason to go. There were these Gururajs, Rameshes, Parthasarathis, Muniyappas who used to boast in college that we covered such n such a portions so fast... Everyone used to boast like anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some used to come to me and ask, hey do you have any monetary problems? We can help you out (Duh!! I pity explaining them, me? Monetary problems?? Hahaha!). I wasnt finding a need to spend extra money on getting taught on same things what they used to teach in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started getting worse. Lecturers were never bothered to cover portions (as they were saying) as they felt that every pupil used to attend tutions. Many hilarious incidents took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called 'Gandhi' not to bunk any classes. I was staying back when almost 98% of the class were absent, everyone used to curse me to attend classes as they used to get shortage of attendance. Gradually, to exempt themselves from getting shortage, they used to attend classes just for the heck of it (cursing me of course). My intentions were not attendence but to attend the interesting classes by our lecturers. I should write each post on every lecturers who had handled us. Each of them were a different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hilarious incidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chem lecturer, Jayalakshmamma used to call names of me and another student, vasanth and compare both of us like, he is the bad one, i'm the good one. Reason, I concentrate in class while he goes to tutions and is never attentive. (Everyone were jealous of me for this issue, even girls used to curse me like hell for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One female, N3+#rani, came and spoke to me personally (when I was alone in the class, don't think dirty!) to bunk classes as she had serious attendance deficiency (busy chatting with American and Australian chatmates which I got to know later). This was spot by many of boys later and you know the obvious. They started teasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of our math lecturer, Gururaj, known for his humour, asked us to bunk classes as he was not interested in taking one. (Studs took this point and asked me to bunk later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More n more n more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, enquiring some of my friends, they were paying 3K per subject making it a total of 9000 for 3 subjects, 1000 for CET special coaching. 10K totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquiring the current tution fares for II PUC, (my sister, Uncle's daughter is studying) the norm is 26K for 4 subjects... Help the parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a loot. These PU lecturers get paid in the college for teaching as well as tutions and the only investment is time. (May be a bit of fuel to travel if tutions arent arranged in homes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are scams too in tutions. Some lecturers are too greedy that they take multiple tutions in multiple batches. one in morning and other in the evening. Dont they get any personal time? What do they do earning so much if they don't have time to enjoy? May be their way of fun is different. Many lecturers were caught taking illegal tutions which you might have seen in papers 3-4 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, going to tutions were a matter of shame. Parents used to hesitate that their ward is going for tutions. Now, they boast in parties that their ward is taking tutions in such n such a prestigious academy. Bah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mentally strong(hope so) when I said no to tutions. but what about those who are monetarily insufficient? They getted bogged down and force their parents to admit them to tutions. Thanks for the pressure created by CET and COMED-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama, you just settle down in one pathetic, idiotic job which you don't like... Most of the cases atleast. I've never seen a person who is satisfied with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this struggling to study, crying to get good marks, crying for the results when you get what you don't expect, attempting suicide... All for a simple job? You get lots buddy! relax... No recession/depression can deny if you stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, I've seen lecturers taking classes negligently in college and teaching extremely well in tutions. Institutions should ban such lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the education system present is doing is create more and more competition and with that more chaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... What is the alternative? In simple words, isn't gurukula a better solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know a bit of Vedas/Upanishads there are instances where teachers made the students wait for a year before admission. You know why? It is for mutual observation. The teacher should grasp what the student is good at so that he can teach him corresponding subjects in more detail. not only that, he says, even the student should observe the teachers' work. He can join only if he is satisfied the way teacher explains things. If not, he is free to go to another teacher. Isnt is something great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add onto this, personal interest was shown on each and every student which is lacking today. I feel that we have gone many steps backward accepting the western style of education. There might be some merits/demerits on either way, but I feel Gurukula is better in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will write more in the next part]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5094364434810779066?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5094364434810779066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5094364434810779066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5094364434810779066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5094364434810779066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-education-part-2.html' title='On Education [Part 2]'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-142119035016483356</id><published>2009-09-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:43:32.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>On Education... [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>This post was long back in my mind since June. Its a pity to have such a pathetic system for education here in India. Thank the British for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us have a look at current education system. A child that is 3.5 to 4 years young, is all set to join the nursery. Some may have joined a bit early and very rarely, some kids have the opportunity to enjoy their childhood even a bit further. Some have the misfortune to join a pre-nursery or crushes at the age of 1.5 or 2 years or even earlier(Sad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a joke in one of the films I saw that one has to apply for schools while he was in his mother's womb. Strangely, in some schools, they  have that custom (I have no idea about them. Enquire your neighbors if you're interested). They say that our's is a prestigious institution and getting a seat here is not that all easy. You have to reserve it 2-3 years before in hand. Some schools are a bit liberal here where they reserve just a year back to admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission into any school isn't easy. You should have taught the kid atleast a bit of the basics which might include the English alphabet, numerals and a few popular rhymes. If not, you're kid is unfit to join OUR school is what they say. Check out the irony. Its not that the parents haven't taught the ward anything, what are schools for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! You passed the test. Well and good. is that all over? The donation drama is yet to begin. There is building fund, school maintainence fees, etc which they force you to pay, lest your ward will not be admitted. And they do not forget to mention that they have a wonderful ground for the kids to play (at the max 50ft X 50ft ground), they teach him Karate, kung fu and all martial arts, classes for music, computer education, best infrastructure in the city for schools... I leave it upto you all to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle class vanity wives force their hubbys to pay the donation amount so that their child gets a seat in that institution, just to boast in front of their friends and relatives that we have admitted the kid to such and such prestigious institute. Poor husband, pays the lumpsome arranging it through debts which are heaping on his head. Some wives who are working also share the load but vanity is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, is that all over after the donation? NO!! you have monthly fees, transportation fees, sports day fees, and what not? They grab the opportunity to rob you with these fees at any cost. If you delay (or sometimes deny) paying them, your kid will be treated somewhat like a second grade citizen in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything. I just enquired my own school, just a few steps from my home, where my brother (Uncle's son) is studying now in the 4th standard. He is paying monthly Rs. 450/- while I was paying Rs 25/- when I left the school in 5th standard in 1994. A whopping difference of Rs. 425, 17 times more in just 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, coming to the core part of education... Paying so much, the foremost thing you expect is better education. Atleast, are they providing that? No is what I say (There might be exceptions as always). All I see is kids mugging things up. I've seen teachers asking the children to mugg up things they don't understand. I've seen a teacher mugging things up to teach as to what she would be doing in the class. Even you might know/experienced such things. There are a few students who really understand things and write answers in their own words. Such answers will not be entertained by the teacher as here are some quotes she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1.  This is not what I had taught you...&lt;/span&gt; (Well, is what I've written wrong??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. You havent written as you have it in the text...&lt;/span&gt; (Ask a robot to copy the text, not a human)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. You havent covered the topic fully...&lt;/span&gt; blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some teachers getting furious if any student asks a doubt. They ask him not to interrupt him while teaching and any doubts are to be asked at the end of the class or at the staff room. Some make a flying comment on the doubt posing that its cannot be categorized as a doubt, its just your foolish thought, I need not answer them. Kids get demoralized in such situations, stop asking doubts and become dumb in some fashion. Some joke at the doubt making the student a laughing stock in the class. I've seen such teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a student is dumb and not scoring in the tests and exams, the Class Teacher or the Principal of the school will call his parents asking them to look after their wards' education in a better way. Some notices will be sent to his house before doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the parents come to the school to check the progress of their ward, teachers start complaining that he is poor in studies... Don't you take care of his studies at home? Please pay more attention to it... blah blah blah. What are teachers for? I'm not saying that parents shouldn't bother about the kids education, but teachers also play a major role. Aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a remedy to this, if both the parents are working and can't make time to teach the kid, they send him to tutions [a seperate post dedicated to this is near future].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any better in tutions? NO! He's the same. Its the same teaching as they do it in school. Just a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education has become a business today. [Continued...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-142119035016483356?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/142119035016483356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=142119035016483356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/142119035016483356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/142119035016483356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-education-part-1.html' title='On Education... [Part 1]'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1208310614551352870</id><published>2009-09-03T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:54:41.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>When a celebrity/icon dies...</title><content type='html'>Aah! I simply can't stand the people faking themselves in front of media/public just to win some sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this post based on the incident or rather drama of YSR tragedy as they call it and the media reaction as always since two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To report the incident in one paragraph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, by 10 or so, a helicopter carrying the CM of Andhra Pradesh deaded Chittoor went missing near NallaMalla forest region AP. Every department went in search of CM but in vain. The copter was mapped this morning by 10:30 or so and the leftovers/victims were identified of whom the CM of AP was one.&lt;br /&gt;The State lost its CM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be exactly what a news reader would have told say, 15 years ago. All news were supposed to be covered within 15 or at the max 30 minutes and they wouldn't have much time to elaborate stories as today. Who had time to sit in front of TV and watch elaborate newscast. Everybody had better work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to current media. They have lots of time in the world (so do those people who watch them) as well as bandwidth. They have multiple channels reserved for News exclusive. Many like me are getting bored to watch the same news in all channels, same repeated news clippings, almost same report etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having my lunch this afternoon, someone switched over to TV9 a Kannada news channel, to get only news about YSR. Nothing else. My mom called me a bit early for dinner tonight, I sat in front of TV to get the same news. Relatives, family friends and fans crying in front of YSR's house literally chestbeating themselves. Even the opposition party leaders crying like anything. Let alone people of Andhra, even here in Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell one thing now. No matter how bad or cruel a person be, he becomes a good hearted once he dies. Atleast when he is a celebrity. There would be some fanfollowing around his deadbody, flowers getting thrown for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the same people who criticized YSR in the legislative assembly, cry for his demise. I don't think they are natural tears but artificial. Just to win over the people in front of the media. They say, he was benovalent, brought some very serious reforms in the government et al bullshit... (The same people had complained that YSR is planning to churchify Tirupati by sending missionaries to its base).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on to the empathy, he got killed in an accident. A copter crash. May be he wouldn't have gained sympathy in this amount if he happened to die in any other fashion. May be the opposition leaders wouldnt have been so generous in praising him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present media, as always show fake sentiment exhibited by such people to get more TRP for their show. They might not be more interested in the content than TRP. Media is grabbing attention more by showing them be it newscast or reality shows. I would reserve a post on reality shows which would be published soon. It has become the norm to exhibit fake sentiment (which was deliberately edited before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking with a calm mind, no person would act fanatically if a person he respects dies.  Rather he would've felt bad for the loss and at max would have cried. People watch stupid movies where characters act lunatically for any loss of life and tend to act the same in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm indifferent for the loss of YSR not that I'm happy or sad. It doesnt bother me coz I don't know about him much. I'm not degrading him by saying this. I have no opinion on his death. May be I feel a bit bad for the people for losing its leader. Nothing more than that. Neither am I writing this post being happy for his death nor sad. This is my view for media coverage on his death's occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some blogs blog about how famous he was, google was filled up with requests for more info about the incident...blah!... blah!!... blah!!! This is another hype. You can't comapre this incident with MJ's death on June 25th. It had got way more number of requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop creating hype. Act sensibly in front of media. Maintain dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1208310614551352870?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1208310614551352870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1208310614551352870' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1208310614551352870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1208310614551352870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-celebrityicon-dies.html' title='When a celebrity/icon dies...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-9037346608537993082</id><published>2009-08-12T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:43:48.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Slangs I wish I could ban...</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this post inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/08/06/my-new-occupation-putting-an-end-to-lol/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from another fellow blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would list down phrases or slangs that we hear a lot these days wherever we go. Without much ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. Jai Ho:&lt;/span&gt; You all know that this is another song from the movie 'Slumdog Millionaire' (which my li'l brother repeats as 'Slumdog Gullenari' meaning slumdog wicked fox). I don't know whats so special in that song other than it won an Oscar. Now ARR fans calm down.This is just my opinion. If you've got your own, keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is used by the politicians and the stupid media (as always) to praise a victory. Jai Ho Deccan Chargers, Jai Ho India, Jai Ho Congress... what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Chak De India:&lt;/span&gt; Aah! another movie song. Anytime India wins a match, even some of the telecasters as well as commentators use this term. If you're in the corporate and have been to watch the match on the screen in the reception, takin a break you could see lotsa them using this term when India wins a match. You should check out the enthu in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Anyways...:&lt;/span&gt; Though you might not find it in any of the standard dictionaries, you'll see many of the corporates use this term; specially those in the manegerial stream or the marketing team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random chap in the US started this rubbish. Possible conversation goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: We have a PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After some  discussion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Look, we have 3 possible solutions, one is blah blah... second boo hoo and the third is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: ANYWAYS, we cannot void this situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he might have meant a space between any and ways. People started clubbing both of them and started using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people in marketing might have copied it from the Americans and started using it here just as a matter of exhibiting US accent and it caught up here in India. What crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Resources:&lt;/span&gt; Another corporate term. Every human as well as non-human in the corporate is mere a resource for these PMs and higher level. I get so much irritated when two managers pass by discussing that put one more resource into this module. That module needs no more than 1 resource. so, take two resources from that module and put him into this project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I say here is treat what you call as resources as Humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More related terms: Deadline, process, timesheet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Whats up Da/Ra?? :&lt;/span&gt; This phrase in Bangalore was introduced by the tamilians/teluguites respectively for Da in tamil nearly means buddy so does Ra in telugu. There are some of the dumb localites who followed them in schools and it got prevalent as a Bangalore college lingo. So did the phrases 'chumma' et al... Feels like hitting the person to the face on using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Raa Raa...:&lt;/span&gt; Lemme come to our Kannada Film Industry. There was one stupid movie called '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aaptamitra"&gt;ApthaMitra&lt;/a&gt;' which ran for 1 whole year just because that the heroine of the movie died in a helicopter failure. The unfortunate heroine was charming '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soundarya"&gt;Soundarya&lt;/a&gt;'. The film producer Dwarakish (calls himself the dwarf of Karnataka. Huh!) had given an open statement that Soundarya died and gave a new life to me. Lest I would have died. I had plans to write about these stupid movies one after another. Dunno when I'll take that up. Okay, coming back to the topic of discussion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase is a song in this crap movie. Dwarakish always has a song in another language (specially telugu) in his movie. ( Check out 'Nagumomuganale' from 'Rayaru Bandaru Maavana Manege', or 'Yanchei quanchini lei lei' from 'Singapuradalli Raja Kulla') dunno what for.  This was the turning point in the movie according to him.  This song became so famous that almost all crap movies in Kannada have a scene reserved for this song wherein some stupid female dressed as a lunatic in a saree with a big 'bottu' as big as parvatamma, hair undid etc... comes in dancing to this tune. This scene will be totally unrelated to the movie but still most of these real estate producers need one such scene in their film. One thing for sure is that the mass go crazy listening to this song. I still havent found the reason why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel I've left out any? please mention them... Do contribute your terms too. Would be happy to know that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-9037346608537993082?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/9037346608537993082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=9037346608537993082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9037346608537993082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9037346608537993082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/08/slangs-i-wish-i-could-ban.html' title='Slangs I wish I could ban...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6927911736556447450</id><published>2009-08-03T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:37:52.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Rant on Saving Paper...</title><content type='html'>I took this pic while I got some printouts for my uncle say half a year ago. I had asked for a cover for the printouts for which the shopkeeper had given me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look... You might have it elsewhere too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/SncN1mMT-rI/AAAAAAAAASc/3Msu8Iow1T4/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/SncN1mMT-rI/AAAAAAAAASc/3Msu8Iow1T4/s400/DSC02192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365772695471651506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says, every ton of paper, uses 17 trees, 463 gallons of oil, 4077 KW of energy, 6953 gallons of water, 587 pounds of air (which gets polluted later) and acquires 3.06 cubic yards of space.&lt;br /&gt;(Source: American Forest and Paper Association)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one can store data electronically, why use paper which consumes so much of resources? Some of you might argue that even electronic data uses power and even that has a carbon trace. Carbon trace by electronic media is much lesser than that of paper. (If I'm wrong, kindly correct me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you say paper consumption, what are the major areas paper gets consumed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;1. Newspapers/ Magazines/ Journals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Notebooks (books in general).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Files maintained/Printouts taken by government and private enterprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Tissue papers ( or napkins as some say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I left out any? Hoping that I've covered major chunk of it, lemme continue in discussing how can we minimize such usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;1. Newspaper,&lt;/span&gt; People are going electric and many news firms have an "e" version of their newspaper. In the west, many have gone with e-papers banning hard copies of news, which is a step ahead towards saving our ecosystems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Many may have counter arguments which says, to save revenue, Even that might be the reason sometimes, but we should be happy that it saves the environment a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in India, the younger generation might be okay with papers going online but those elders (exception always do exist) dislike such a change. They just want things as they were before. They find it hard to go to the PC/laptops, start the browser, type the address/click on their bookmark, login and read their newspaper. They find it easy to pick the hard copy which is delivered to their doorsteps by the delivery boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsgroup companies may feel that they may be under loss if they go online as one just logs in and reads their content. If they want to make money, they may charge a few bucks for the registered customers on a monthly/yearly basis which works out for both the parties (I strongly don't think this is gonna happen coz, news is available for free on the net, anybody would hardly pay and read) May be they can attract the customers by saying that we deliver you the complete, detailed news, first... Those will be market strategies which I'm not interested in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they do not charge, they might always get some money by going for ads on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Advantages of papers going online:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Saves lots of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Saves the cost for the company for door-to-door deliveries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Faster delivery.&lt;br /&gt;4. Saves space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Not all can read the content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Media may go for a loss (If they do not go for ads and are giving a free a service).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Jobs of delivery boys are at stake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Petty shop owners will have less papers to parcel.&lt;br /&gt;6. housewives cannot get the money they get by selling old papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2. Books:&lt;/span&gt;this is another major part where paper is getting used. I might dissappoint a huge lot (even myself) when I say that books acquire a lot of space, and consume lots of resources as mentioned before. When we can save them, why can't we go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again, what are the ways we can do such things. Let us split them into two parts.&lt;br /&gt;a. Printed books (usually novels, texts that you read)&lt;br /&gt;b. notebooks onto which you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the printed books. How can we save them from getting printed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going online as newspaper. If you do not have any copyrighted material or you want everybody to know about your content, why not go online for free. You've got blogs, you can create your own websites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you own a copyright of the material, one can charge an amount to those interested and allow them to download the content. Terms and conditions apply to the consumer (He shouldn't make illegal copies of the content neither he should sell it. Add on more clauses you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If one finds it tedious to read from laptop/PC, you have devices like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00154JDAI"&gt;kindle&lt;/a&gt;, for your ease. I've heard its an amazing tool. try it out if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All hardbound books can be digitized so that they can be stored in your CDs, DVDs, SSDs, HDDs whatever electronic media you're comfy with so that you can save the space taken by books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to notebooks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are taking notes on a book, I suggest you to carry a laptop. Nowadays, governments are planning 'one laptop per child' joining hands with MNCs like Intel, while some institutions like IISc, are planning some projects like a laptop for Rs. 1000. Hence, whatever notes one takes in class can be digitized using laptops.  (Of course, one might do other things as well in the name of laptop, thats issue of ethics, let us not take it any further in this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Adding onto the last point, the burden on the student's back will be less. Many books will be replaced with one laptop which is an additional advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Advantages of storing books digitally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Takes less space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Weighs less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Ease of access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Ease of editing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Easy to handle, sort, manage library...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Some might find it hard to gaze constantly at the CRT/LED screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Some won't find it a pleasing experience as of reading a book holding it in hand (If they cannot afford gadgets like Kindle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3. Files maintained in Government and private firms, &lt;/span&gt;again, these can be stored electronically, even transactions can be made online. Issuing receipts, acknowledgments all can be done electronically. Almost all points discussed previously hold true here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding printouts, take them only when necessary. I've seen many taking printouts of huge texts in the corporate world just because they can't read the e-version. Ease rules over eco-friendly. Please don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Advantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Saves space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Eases the transactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Not so educated people might suffer with the process. Government can educate them in this regard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. crime rate over transactions made might increase if proper security measures are not taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4. Tissue papers, &lt;/span&gt;sad to say that tissue paper culture has increased with the boom in IT since late 90s and early 2000s. It has become a norm to place a tissue paper container in all the restrooms. Some make complete(over) use of it. Some take 4-5 tissues once and just hover over their face once and throw it onto the dustbins. Lots of paper is getting wasted in such a filthy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatives are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Electric hot air blow, which ejects a jet of hot air everytime you keep your hands under it. This saves paper but consumes lots of power, thats a demerit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some hotels provide cloth that can be washed instead of tissues. This saves paper a lot while some amount of water gets consumed in washing them. Durability is lot, lot better (incomparable with paper). That's a plus point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What I suggest is, I add onto the second point mentioned above. Instead of them providing a cloth, you can yourself carry a hand-kerchief saving lots of public resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I don't think this has any disadvantages as such but advantages, which are listed above with the alternatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the post, I suggest you to save paper and other natural resources as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the stage is open for your opinion/critics/suggestions. Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6927911736556447450?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6927911736556447450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6927911736556447450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6927911736556447450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6927911736556447450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/08/rant-on-saving-paper.html' title='Rant on Saving Paper...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/SncN1mMT-rI/AAAAAAAAASc/3Msu8Iow1T4/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2246721518921052470</id><published>2009-07-19T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:32:00.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Stray Dogs @ Bengalooru International Airport.</title><content type='html'>Well, was just watching TV while having my lunch today to stumble with this news on News 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are prevalent at the Bengalooru International Airport these days. Its below International standards to have stray dogs in an International Airports. Nobody is taking any action against this issue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm kinda inert on this issue. Lemme post my opinion later. First I'll write on what would be the opinion of people from different fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Corporates:&lt;/span&gt; Aah! There you have. Another infrastructure problem to the list. I dunno what this government is doing? No water, no electricity, traffic jams, on top of that this issue. To hell with this government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. PETA abiders:&lt;/span&gt; Whatever be the case, the dogs shouldn't be harmed in the process of evacuating them outa Airport. Dogs are also living beings just like us humans. We shouldn't ill-treat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Opposition party leaders:&lt;/span&gt; This is a serious issue and is a shame to the city. The government should solve the issue within 2 days lest the CM shall give his resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; We shall take immediate action towards this issue and see through that this will not be an issue in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Corporation workers:&lt;/span&gt; ಈ ದರಿದ್ರ ನಾಯಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಬೇರೆ ಜಾಗ ಸಿಗ್ಲಿಲ್ವಾ? ನಮ್ಗಿನ್ನೊಂದ್ ಕೆಲಸ ತಲೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಬಿತ್ತು. ಜಾಡ್ಸ್ ಒದೀರ್ಲಾ ಈ ಹಲ್ಕಟ್ ನನ್ನ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ. ಅದಿನ್ನೆಷ್ಟ  ಬೈಸ್ಕೊಬೇಕೋ? ಅದಿನ್ನೆಷ್ಟ ನಾಯ್ಗಳ ಹತ್ರ ಕಚ್ಚಿಸ್ಕೊಬೇಕೋ?&lt;br /&gt;(Didnt these bastard dogs get any other place? Another idiotic task to us. To hell with these dogs and the supervisors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;6. Footloosers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is that an issue? Whats the problem if you have dogs in an airport? If we humans are allowed inside the airport, why not the dogs? Are they creating any problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dogs:&lt;/span&gt; ತಗಳಪ್ಪ! ಈ ಏರ್ಪೋರ್ಟ್ ಆಗೊಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಮುಂಚೆ ನಾವೆಲ್ಲ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬೇಕಾದ್ದ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇರ್ಲಿಲ್ವ? ಆಗ ಯಾವನೂ ಮಾತಾಡೋನೆ ಇರ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ? ಈಗ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಏರ್ಪೋರ್ಟ್ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ ಅಂತ ನಾವೆಲ್ಲ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಓಡಾಡ್ಬಾರ್ದಂತ? ಈದ್ ಯಾವ್ ಊರ್ ನ್ಯಾಯನಪ್ಪಾ? ಈ ಏರ್ಪೋರ್ಟ್ಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಮುಂಚೆನೇ ನಾವ್ ಇಲ್ಲಿರ್ಲಿಲ್ವ?&lt;br /&gt;(Take that! Didnt we lavishly roam around here and did whatever we liked here before? Now that the airport has come, Why shouldn't we roam around now? We're seniors when compared to this airport. Where on earth is Justice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say is that, such kinda news is broadcasted only when you are outa stock. Didn't you get any better news to telecast? If anybody finds it a nuisance to see dogs at BIA, they'll complain the authorities and it will be handled. Is it that big an issue? This is another reason why I hate media these days. Focusing on petty issues like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYKI, I had been to the airport this July 1st, to see through my Uncle to US, I had never seen a dog anywhere in the airport. According to me, Only thing to worry about might be if they try biting us. When we humans are at majority in the airport, I don't think dogs would dare do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the telecast, no dog has been seen terrific. They are just there. Just like dignified gentleman, sitting near the corridor, walking near the parking lot. Never has any dog barked at any mortal. So, one can't call it a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, media, stop concentrating on such issues and look over more serious issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2246721518921052470?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2246721518921052470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2246721518921052470' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2246721518921052470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2246721518921052470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/07/stray-dogs-bengalooru-international.html' title='Stray Dogs @ Bengalooru International Airport.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4999043443616383636</id><published>2009-07-15T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:13:05.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Non-Indianization of Indian Education.</title><content type='html'>This post contains just an example of the title given. Its been a gradual process happening since we got freedom with congress being the catalyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly have a look at this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/Sl2KWXUSXyI/AAAAAAAAASM/PsMOw85ACYQ/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/Sl2KWXUSXyI/AAAAAAAAASM/PsMOw85ACYQ/s400/DSC02298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358591248461618978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a drawing book provided by the government to the primary school students. If you observe carefully at the top (I suggest you download the image and view it in enlarged mode) you would see the following sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Highlight the HUSSAIN in your child with this scientifically graded DRAW &amp;amp; COLOUR series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me real pain to see such a thing on a growing child's desk. This is the way the kids have been denied the actual truth. Tragedy is that people like M.F. Hussain who draw Indian gods nude, are heroes for us today. What are we trying to tell to our next generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to say more about M.F. Hussain. He is a true MF. You know what MF is. Don't you? Google on him to see some of his idiotic paintings. He's been in India for so long and has been consistently degrading Indian gods, glorifying the muslim tradition making a point that even a least muslim is better than any Hindu. Saddest part is that government is supporting his cause instead of penalizing him. They wanna award him Bharat Ratna?? Irony at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find his art kinda modern art. just some lines and colour and thats all. no detailed art. He just can't be compared to our very own Raja Ravi Varma or Venkatappa, Vasudeo Pandya  to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is such a thing happening? Indian values are constantly being suppressed by the left centred government in the name of secularism. do they really know the meaning of it? For them it is just degrading Indian values and nothing else. Anything Indian, should be banished. Lest, why can't they follow the gurukula system in education which is far better than the ones followed today? I see no fault in that. In fact, gurukula is a better option when compared to any of the other education system which gives importance to each and every pupil's overall growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't they have replaced Raja Ravivarma instead of MF Hussain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4999043443616383636?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4999043443616383636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4999043443616383636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4999043443616383636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4999043443616383636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-indianization-of-indian-education.html' title='Non-Indianization of Indian Education.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/Sl2KWXUSXyI/AAAAAAAAASM/PsMOw85ACYQ/s72-c/DSC02298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3968834242098190883</id><published>2009-07-13T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:23:33.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kannada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Big 10, Akka n Me</title><content type='html'>This saturday, myself and &lt;a href="http://shubhakaranth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Akka&lt;/a&gt; were returning from the bank in Sahakarnagar. When we came to byats, we saw a &lt;a href="http://www.btis.in/big10"&gt;BIG 10&lt;/a&gt; bus. What followed will be said later but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For non-Bangaloreans, (also, for those Bangaloreans who least travel in the bus, Hehe!) BIG 10 buses are BMTC buses which drop you off at a certain popular location within the city to the suburbs. Or as BTIS says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.btis.in/big10"&gt;Big10 services, connect the Central Business District with different parts of the city &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These locations within the central where most buses wouldn't stop. Ex: BRV grounds to Yelahanka Puttenahalli. One might get confused where is this BRV grounds? Its on the Cubbon Road (parallel to MG Road), check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have Kendra Saarige buses of which more could be found &lt;a href="http://www.btis.in/ks"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough off the topic, but before diggin more into the post, just have a look at the BIG 10 logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/SlsoFdLP_DI/AAAAAAAAARk/clvJ80H0eho/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/SlsoFdLP_DI/AAAAAAAAARk/clvJ80H0eho/s400/DSC02332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357920255883607090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akka started off with the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akka: ಹೇಯ್! ಈ ಬಿಗ್ ೧೦ ಅಂತ ಬರ್ದಿರೋದ್ ನೋಡು. ಅದ್ ಯಾಕ್ ಹಾಗ್ ಸೊಟ್ಟ ಬರದಿದ್ದರೆ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ಅಲ್ವಾ? fullu italics ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;Akka: ಅದ್ ಯಾಕ್ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ಹಾಗ್ ಸೊಟ್ಟ ಬರದಿದ್ದಾರೋ??!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಾ? ಹೇಯ್! ಸರಿಯಾಗ್ ನೋಡು! ಅದು ಇರೋದು ಇಂಗ್ಲೀಷಲ್ಲಿ.&lt;br /&gt;Akka: ಏನೋ ಹೇಳ್ತೀಯಾ? ಅದ್ ಇರೋದು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ. ಕಣ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟ್ ಸರಿಯಾಗ್ ನೋಡು.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಅದ್ ಯಾವ್ angle ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಣ್ಸತ್ತೆ ನಿಂಗೆ? ಡೈರೆಕ್ಟ್ ಆಗಿ ನೋಡು. B I G ಅಂತ ದೊಡ್ಡದಾಗಿ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷಲ್ಲೇ ಬರ್ದಿದ್ದಾರೆ...&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, both of us realize that its actually in both Kannada and English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akka: ಹೌದಲ್ಲೋ! Direct ಆಗೇ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದ ಹಾಗ್ ಕಾಣಿಸ್ತ ಇದೆ.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ನೀನ್ ಹೇಳೋದು ಕರೆಕ್ಟು. ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲೂ ಇದೆ. ನಾನ್ ಇದೆ ಮೊದ್ಲು ನೋಡ್ತಾ ಇರೋದು ಈ ಥರ. ನಿಜವಾಗಲು ಈ ಲೋಗೋ ಮಾಡಿದವನಿಗೆ ಅವಾರ್ಡ್ ಕೊಡ್ಬೇಕು.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lemme explain to the non-Kannada readers as to what went on in that conversation. She was seeing that logo in Kannada font and wasn't aware of the english font in it, while I was seeing the English logo and couldn't recognize the Kannada hidden in it (Some of you might swear me for this... Hehe). But we came to know about this mutually when we disclosed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know both Kannada and English fonts, check it out. It is a beautiful logo created by BMTC (the logo creator has to be awarded to come up with such a wonderful logo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, i realised as to why there were circles on top of the B and I characters of English font. Those were to make it also readable in Kannada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Akka in sharin the info to me in this respect, she would thank for what I shared... Nullifies... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since this incident, I see the Kannada font more than the English font. This pic above was taken after this incident exclusive for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you one of us? or had you already noticed both the fonts? Share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so good to find such minute interesting facts. Aint you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3968834242098190883?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3968834242098190883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3968834242098190883' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3968834242098190883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3968834242098190883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-10-akka-n-me.html' title='Big 10, Akka n Me'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/SlsoFdLP_DI/AAAAAAAAARk/clvJ80H0eho/s72-c/DSC02332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7089746633839987104</id><published>2009-06-28T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:00:24.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Paraq! Bahuparaq!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its not uncommon for a person staying just beside NH-7 or what they call 'Bangalore-Bellary Road' or the newly named Airport Road of Bangalore to see the paraqs of the VIPs visiting the city. I stay, say 30 feet beside the infamous NH-7 to witness at least one paraq per day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes! I'm talking about the VIP movement on the Airport Road in Bangalore to and from the terminal. Once any VIP (right from The President of India to Chief Minister of Karnataka, sometimes even some foreign VIP like the queen of some country) comes to the city, the path they take, will be abandoned from other vehicles for their free movement. Its like their time is precious and they can't afford to spend time in traffic jams. They'll have a freeway where they can zip away in no time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is time precious only for them? Time is time for all of us.Wasting it is a crime for anyone. Do you think we struggling in traffic jams and them flying in freeways is fair? Don't you feel like even they should suffer as we do? How can they reserve public roads for their purposes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If they think they get bogged down by the traffic, let them take steps to lessen jams rather allotting a few dozen traffic police personnel for their free movement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7089746633839987104?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7089746633839987104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7089746633839987104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7089746633839987104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7089746633839987104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/06/paraq-bahuparaq.html' title='Paraq! Bahuparaq!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-9120196627329513901</id><published>2009-05-09T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:58:09.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Another way to pass your time.</title><content type='html'>Was just diggin yesterday to find this idiotic site thru which you can pass your time if you've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://omegle.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can talk to strangers. Just for nothing. Have a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-9120196627329513901?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/9120196627329513901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=9120196627329513901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9120196627329513901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9120196627329513901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-way-to-pass-your-time.html' title='Another way to pass your time.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5849605944911992797</id><published>2009-04-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:23:45.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>On Shoe Throwing...</title><content type='html'>It all started with Muntadhar al-Zeidi throwing a shoe on George W. Bush Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalists worldwide seem to have inspired by this. Prior to this, shoe throwing had just been the program in some public gatherings like orchestra and rarely in some political meetings, not in press conferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India, shoe throwing has now become a trend to unfurl your heroism. (a fast, cheap stunt to become instant hero.) That too in the days of elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronologically, shoe throwing on VIPs in India since 2-3 months are as given below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On P. Chidambaram for guarding the party's interest in holding Jagadish Tytler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On L.K. Advani in a political campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On Man Mohan Singh, addressing a public gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yesterday, on Karnataka's Chief Minister, Dr. B. S. Yediyurappa, again addressing a public gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I missed out any? Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible aftermaths of shoe-throwing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting arrested first of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Letting him free. (Ignoring the issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. May be treatment from the Police under the vigilance of the politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting released in a few hours and apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nobody caring for the throwee or the thrower as if nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Rare cases where the politician gets furious and makes some serious injuries on the thrower, of course, not in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme write out my points now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this shoe throwing business mean nothing. Just hype created and feeding the media with some stupid news. It might bring down the level of the throwee for a day or so, the next day, people forget it and work as if nothing has happened. So does the thrower becomes a hero for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may work other way too. People might have some sympathy on the throwee and might vote him out. The throwee might get some extra votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this continues to be a serious issue with many more throwers, the coming government might form a law on shoe-throwers. Who knows? Quite possible. Or just like a bomb squad, they might form a shoe-throwing squad to avoid the politician from getting hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, to say it again, this doesnt change the situation. The politician would just forget the issue just like a bird shitting on his head. Doesnt change the situation of the country. Just some food for the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest them one thing. Instead of throwing a shoe, throw a stone. So that it might hurt them a bit more when compared to shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post in your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5849605944911992797?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5849605944911992797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5849605944911992797' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5849605944911992797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5849605944911992797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-shoe-throwing.html' title='On Shoe Throwing...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3749166746788221520</id><published>2009-04-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:07:31.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Separate Tamil Nation? Huh!</title><content type='html'>Though I'm least bothered about their weird thoughts, this one is heights... Hence, thought of writing a post on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in the newspaper, I saw a statement by kumari Jayalalita that she pledges for a separate Tamil Nation for all tamil speaking people and hence the people of Tamil Nadu has to vote for her party. Funny, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFAIK, there are two major parties in TN, DMK and AIADMK both headed by lunatic filmy people turned politicians Karunanidhi and Jayalalita respectively. While Karunanidhi wasa script writer writing punching dialogs to impress tamil people, Jayalalita was a heroine (They say, she was slim during those days... Hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them (parties, in general) instead of concentrating how they can manage the government with the interior resources, try to grab as many resources from the other states and poke into affairs which is not at all related to them. Need an example? Take the water issue, you have Kaveri issue, Hogenekkal issue, Periyar issue? What not? Also the LTTE issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbing with the development Bangalore had with the IT industry, they forced the central government to appoint one of their party member to be the Minister for IT and development so that they can grab a major chunk of projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the same people who had appealed for an order from the Government of Karnataka to make Tamil to be the secondary language of Karnataka while the crooked Veerappan had abducted the legendary icon, Dr. Rajkumar way back in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They debate that there was no Rama, but the bridge belonged to the cemetic religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can understand the cheap mentality of the tamil politicians by such issues. They are always waiting to dominate people of other states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they want a separate nation? What would they demand from India for separation? Here are a few that comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kaveri river and Periyar river should be granted solely for the tamil speaking nation to satiate their thirst. (Dunno what name they give for the new nation they intend to get?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Borders need be expanded grabbing some parts of Karnataka, Kerala, AP to fit in the extra people coming from Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hilarious points I get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Checking for passports in the busses commuting to and from Tamil Nadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wherever they travel in India, they are going to speak in Tamil and everyone should converse in the same language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Within tamil nadu, if you don't speak Tamil, you are outa the country. (Do they take back lakhs of Tamilians from various states of India back to their nation?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What not? You get some points... comment it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme add my points on the LTTE issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that the Sinhalese people are the people staying in Lanka for long, longer than tamilians atleast. AFAIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the ill-treatment the tamils are facing in Sri Lanka? Even If they are facing, they have their own country India. Why dont they return back? back to THEIR tamil nadu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want the Lankan people to evacuate so that they can make room for the tamilians? Where should they refuge to? Isnt this foolish to any sane thinker? Isnt this what the Pakistanis doing up there at Kashmir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is not the problem what they think of, Divine Intervention... Please let me know the problem as such. Outside Tamil Nadu, I guess this is what people have thought the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, All I say is "Stop curbing about a separate nation... Live in Harmony. (If possible)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3749166746788221520?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3749166746788221520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3749166746788221520' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3749166746788221520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3749166746788221520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/04/separate-tamil-nation-huh.html' title='Separate Tamil Nation? Huh!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-356816641771403887</id><published>2009-04-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:24:42.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>RCB Lose!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wondering why I kept the above title? Well, thats the message I've sent continuously to my friend working out-station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehu Zeherrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 1 week and a day old, IPL season 2 has took off in a great style. Unfortunately for the Royal Challengers, Bangalore, bad luck continues though having a good start against the Rajasthan Royals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest mistake what they made is to rest Jesse Ryder, who is the lonely all-rounder seeming to be in relatively good form. Not that the rest are hapless but at least they're not up to the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Kallis, though an all-rounder is not good when it comes to bowling. Kumble was a match winner in the first match, not after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dravid, is in good form, though nobody is supporting him. Taylor and Ryder are coming to form where batting is concerned. Kevin Pietersen is yet to bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, are not performing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major problem what I feel is that lack of all-rounders. On top of that, there are no hard hitters of the ball on our side. We cannot cross 160 in 20 overs, which is an advantage for the opposition. Also, bowling lacks pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to work out well not to stay at the bottom of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the best, Atleast, let them not be the last team on the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-356816641771403887?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/356816641771403887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=356816641771403887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/356816641771403887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/356816641771403887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/04/rcb-lose.html' title='RCB Lose!!!!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-8926812069675901925</id><published>2009-04-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:53:29.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Innond Naayi Kathe...</title><content type='html'>4-5 Days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 AM, Was in a deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:45 AM, the power was off. Thanks BESCOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:50 AM, a dog in the neighborhood started barking like anything. It went on for 5 minutes... Surprisingly nobody, including its owner never bothered to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 AM, I got bugged, got up, went to the balcony. Was mesmerized to recognize the rhythmic barking of the dog. It was barking in the same pitch,  same tune etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: Ey Pthu! Baay muchcho! Nettag malgakku bidalla! [Flippin Heck! Shut up! Won't you let us sleep in peace?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dog just stopped for a while, again started barking, but with a low pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Muchchteeyo ilvo baayi? Raatri hottu en badkontu ninge roga? [Won't you shut up? What has struck you in the night?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two more rounds of scoldings, the dog, became silent. I came in and then I recognized that there was no power. Recollected that the PC was on, since I had left it to fetch the updates. Rushed towards the PC, shut it off... Went back to sleep. 10 minutes, the alarm beeped... I thought I slept the wrong time. Changed the alarm signal to a customized no sound file, went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 AM, I woke up, finished my praatah karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 AM, I went to the house where the dog belonged, it was lying beside in a loathsome manner, I then asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Yaar mane naayi idu? [whose dog is this?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Namde, yaake? [Ours, Why?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Raatri ella bogaltittalla? nimg yaarigu echchra aaglillva? namm maneli ellargu echchra aaythu! ellargu nidre kaata aaytu. [It was barking all night long, didn't you guys notice? Everyone was awake in our home. Nobody had a sound sleep]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Oh! Saari! [Oh! Sorry!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Innmelaadru sariyaag nodkolli. [Keep watching atleast from now on...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home. Was reading newspaper. My dad noticed that there was a Thallo Gaadi [trolley] missing in the empty side beside our house which is right beside the highway. That trolley was belonging to the house owner I had just spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to them and enquired about it. That was when they knew it. They used to lock it everyday, but unfortunately, that day, they didnt. A robber had arrived and had taken away that trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started falling into place in my mind about the dog's barking. Thanks for its superior hearing n sensing abilities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-8926812069675901925?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/8926812069675901925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=8926812069675901925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8926812069675901925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8926812069675901925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/04/innond-naayi-kathe.html' title='Innond Naayi Kathe...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2889222766141723028</id><published>2009-03-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:29:49.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop icons from Karnataka... Are they?</title><content type='html'>This post is on those celebrities whom the common man boasts are from Karnataka, whom I feel are not. More people might be on the list but I can recollect only these at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aishwarya Rai (Bachchan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theaishwaryarai.com/UserFiles/2009/1/29/the%20aishwarya-rai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.theaishwaryarai.com/UserFiles/2009/1/29/the%20aishwarya-rai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is more popular with her pre-marital surname, though people call her with her new one nowadays. Some do club both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Info&lt;/span&gt;: Native from Mangalooru, she was crowned Miss World in 1994, she outcasted the Miss Universe of the same year, Sushmita Sen in the so called "Bollywood". Now making her entry into Hollywood too, recent one being Pink Panther II. Rumours were their that she would be working as a bond girl. No news till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also has acted in some Tamil movies, I dunno the names. Mothertongue being Tulu, she can speak Hindi, English. Also can speak a bit of Tamil (sa said by her in some newspaper) Dunno whether she can speak Marathi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married to Abhishek Bachchan, son of Bollywood Bigman Amitabh Bachchan and Jaya Baduri (Bachchan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What people adore most:&lt;/span&gt; Her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many of you like her. Some hate her to the core. I'm indifferent about her looks. Anybody for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What irritates me the most is that, I don't like her treatment to Kannada. To support my point, I go back to the languages  she can speak. If she can learn a bit of Tamil, just because she has done a couple of Tamil movies, she has visited Mangalooru, Bengalooru many a times. Before her becoming a celebrity, there has to be atleast a few friends who speak Kannada. Why can't she have learned Kannada then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiotic producers, directors from Kannada, tried for her dates in some of her films. She clearly denied them. I don't know the reason. One such director was T.S.Nagabharana who tried for her dates for the film "Kerege Haara" which is a film based on a folk story. If she can agree for films like Devdas, et al, what made her deny it? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad for that but I just mentioned this as an example to her attitude. She shares her birthday with Karnataka Rajyotsava. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Deepika Padukone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gobollywood.com/pictures/deepika-padukone-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.gobollywood.com/pictures/deepika-padukone-image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originating from Padukone, besides Maravanthe, 15 km from Kundapura, Udupi District. She is the daughter of the infamous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prakash_Padukone"&gt;Prakash Padukone&lt;/a&gt;, Badminton Player. Sole Indian winner of "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All-England_Open_Badminton_Championships"&gt;All England Open&lt;/a&gt;" till 2001. (Broken by Pullella Gopichand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOB: 5th January 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Info:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before trying movies, she was a busy model, was also featured in Kingfisher's Calendar (Full of Bikini Babes, ATCI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also featured in petty ads like close-up etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started her movie career with a Kannada movie, Aishwarya, co-starring namma Upendra. Thanks for the nologic director, Indrajit Lankesh. All of his movies are a mix up of many movies from all sorts of languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a glorious opening in Bollywood with "Om Shanti Om" co-starring Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with (flirting with?) Ranbir Kapoor, son of Rishi Kapoor right now. She had made news by moving around cricket stars M.S.Dhoni, Yuvraj Singh. Was a big news at a time. They say, now the relationship is ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What people adore most:&lt;/span&gt; Her Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy! Her attitude baffles me. What irritates me most is when she gives interviews on media. Specially, ones she gave during the making of Aishwarya. Though she could speak Kannada, she never spoke. This can be the only sole reason, why she cannot be treated that she is from Karnataka. You people might argue that she is born at Copenhagen, Denmark, but she still originates from Karnataka. You can't rule that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though one good thing is that she doesn't deny making another kannada film unlike Aishwarya. Rumours are there that she has agreed for another film with Uppi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Bollywood heroines fall into this category. Shilpa Shetty (Acted in Preethsod Thappa, Auto-Shankar, for KFI), Genelia D'souza ( they say she is from Mangalore, acted in Sathya In Love with Shivrajkumar), Hansika Motwani, Freida Pinto,  many of them. Some are humble, some are not. Here I end this list with Bollywood heroines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of adding one more celebrity but lack of info. May be its too early to decide upon that. Will update in the same post if found so. Suggest any other name which I might have left out that you think sould make this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, when people boast about such kinda people, I feel irritated. What I feel is that they haven't done anything for Karnataka and these stupids take their name just because they were born here or have their origin here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take pride in a person, he should have done something memorable in that direction. I don't see any in the above people. Kindly enlighten me if you found any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Disclaimatory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks www.theaishwaryarai.com for Aishwarya's picture I used in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thanks www.gobollywood.com for Deepika's pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2889222766141723028?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2889222766141723028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2889222766141723028' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2889222766141723028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2889222766141723028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/pop-icons-from-karnataka-are-they.html' title='Pop icons from Karnataka... Are they?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7605993730446168899</id><published>2009-03-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:57:10.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Alcohol and its Purana</title><content type='html'>This post was long in drafts, which I had deleted just a few days ago. Reason being, this was way too long and I had lost interest in writing about this. &lt;a href="http://www.enidhi.net/2009/03/should-this-boy-be-afraid-to-drink.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.enidhi.net"&gt;Shrinidhi&lt;/a&gt; triggered me to retake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol as it is known in general around the world is known with different names. Rich call it with its derivatives like wine, beer, brandy, whisky, vodka et al... while the poor call it with their brand local saaraayi, kallabhatti, arrack and what not? But for the chemistry interested like me, its just C&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;5&lt;/sub&gt;OH (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethanol"&gt;Ethyl Alcohol&lt;/a&gt;) mixed with some more ingredients along with some quantity of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before diggin in, lemme start with a conversation I had with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: Hey! Why do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;S: don't tell me. There must be a reason.&lt;br /&gt;F: Okay! Tell me what is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;S: Water. If you don't consider that as a drink, I go with Majjige (buttermilk).&lt;br /&gt;F: Just like you drink majjige, I drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;S: Oho! Me drinking majjige, I won't lose control but you do when you drink beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (Speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in India, or at least in Karnataka, when one say "drinking is a bad habit" you know what is the response you get? They go back to puranas and say that even Devas used to consume drinks. I used to keep silent when hearing such conversations, but here I say, don't you know that even Devas quarreled? There are many instances in the puranas where quarrels happened due to drinks. One such story that I heard is posted &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-that-i-heard-from-master.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that. Consider the current situation. Its hilarious. The Government conducts programs, creating ads and signboards saying Arrack is bad for health and the society, but they won't ban alcohol? aint it funny? The same is the case of cigarettes, beedis, gutkas and other addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so? Government is minting money from it. The tax they impose on these companies that sell such goods is hefty, which is negligent when compared to the profits those companies make. Government doesn't want to lose its share from this and hence it is not banning it. Just as a cover to pose, it is coming up with this anti-alcohol, anti-tobacco ads. Many members of the same Government, as well as those in the opposition have grabbed their seats based on the same alcohol's influence. Any party arranged by any politician or any VIP for that matter, will have drinks. Isn't it a contradiction? Don't they have any better way to earn money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the same case say 10-15 years ago? I guess not. Though we had drunkards even then, they never used to take pride in drinking. We always have exceptions. We had pubs even then but not many used to go there when compared to present. We had these bar and restaurants, local arrack shops. Nobody used to drink in daylight skipping their work. All such things were kept for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its after the IT balloon which arouse in India, liquor business boomed. More of foreigners used to come and they used to have it provoking us Indians too. Few hesitated as even they had a secret desire to consume alcohol. Gradually they used to conduct parties where they made free beer kinda thing. People used to get attracted to it. When one is getting something for free, why not try it? eh? That was the attitude. They found pleasure drinking and suggested their friends to try it. Hence the bandwidth of boozers multiplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich always had a passion for alcoholic drinks. They're the ones who regularly visit pubs and discos which made alcohol a social drink. I dunno how it becomes social when you lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you consider the poor, the main reason behind their drinking is their poverty. A person who is hard working, self content and who doesn't consume alcohol, will never be poor at least. He works hard, gets his daily wages, comes home, will have his dinner and would get a nice sleep. He is least bothered about consuming alcohol. I've seen such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is those who curb for their poverty in front of their loathsome friends who become alcoholic addicts. If they have a family, there are high chances that even his son, might catch up with drinking looking at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the poor beating their wives after drinking, its just one thing they do along with many other things. Thats what people have highlighted. The main reason behind this is that one loses self-control after consuming alcohol to a certain extent. There are many other things they do. Some of them include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rob the money the wife had secretly kept to get some grocery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop the child from going to school and sending him to work to earn more money for alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sell whatever valuable (if any) like the ring or necklace(mangala sutra) of the wife or some gold of child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many a promoters for liquor consumption. Our very own Dr. Vijay Mallya. Thanks to his breweries. He says, Drink, but with responsibility. There might be exceptions but most of them lose their control and hence their responsibility when they drink. There are many jokes based on drinking and Vijay Mallya. Here is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunda sees Thimma drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Gunda: Hey why are you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Thimma: Doctor has prescribed it.&lt;br /&gt;Gunda: (Baffled) Which doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Thimma: Dr. Vijay Mallya! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have such popular VIPs promoting liquor, the youth are eager to try that. Yes! They've seen those VIPs in page 3 with some hot babes (as they call it) in parties and they dream themselves in that position. High chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to that, the corporates, arrange parties as I've previously mentioned and they arrange for free beer. Mass hysteria, many of the folks consume beer, just because others are tryin their hands. Some think that they would be treated inferior if they don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, regarding feminine drinking. As I've mentioned in previous post, I consider both men and women equally. If men can drink, so can women. But I oppose anybody drinking.This is for those who ask can women drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you go by medical terms, doctors restrict women from drinking coz it might affect their womb from giving birth to a baby. I dunno the details, but somewhere I've read it. Will post the link if one needs. Dunno whether the doc is a male centric person. Don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding agelimit for drinking, places to drink. Again, I support a ban on liquor, I don't believe in agelimit for drinking or a certain place to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you find a person, drinking and if you care for him, what I suggest is, you go to that person, tell him about the demerits of alcohol in a friendly way and try to pull him outa the trouble. Do not force him. That wouldn't serve the purpose. He would take up drinking later more passionately, if force be applied. Leave the decision to him about quitting alcohol. If he quits, well and good. If not, you just stop thinking about him and continue your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have friends who drink in a silent manner, enjoying that state of losing control. First of all, I suggest they quit drinking. If they can't let them not promote drinking to their peers. If they sit all alone or with selected friends drinking without forcing anyone and not causing harm to anyone, its well and good (though I don't quite support them doing that). But such people are hard to find. Though we have some instances like that, its pretty rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There do exist some people who say, look at the foreigners, when they can drink, why can't we? They say, that there do exist some cold countries like Russia, Canada where you cannot exist with alcohol. I dunno. I can never think of that. They say that drinking alcohol will keep their body warm against the outer environment helping them sustain the cold. I can never comment on that unless I experience that. But for those who take examples of foreigners, I say is drinking alcohol is for pleasure in India and not to retain your body temperature. Please do not give that reason. You can have pleasure by other means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7605993730446168899?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7605993730446168899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7605993730446168899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7605993730446168899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7605993730446168899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/alcohol-and-its-purana.html' title='Alcohol and its Purana'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6924470915829526170</id><published>2009-03-14T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:38:09.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>At the Optician...</title><content type='html'>More experiences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to Cubbon Park to meet my high-school friend. While leaving home, Dad asked me to get my sister's spectacles from the optician which I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, I set myself to the optician who is a bit close to our family as we are one of his regular customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was greeted well, I was early by 15 minutes. Was asked to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a busy place you know... Lot many people entered the shop after me. A male was there at the shop before I entered. After me, another male came followed by a girl with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the girl, I felt, she must be studying in her 10th or 1st PUC. Just a guess. Don't go weird. A typical brahminic Mom and Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no better work to do. Was happily waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like she was using spectacles since 5 years and a month ago, her eye-sight is blurred. She contacted her doc and was there to get her fresh glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter a mom and her son. They were Muslim. Could make it from their clothes and their Urdu. She, the muslim mom stood right beside the girl. Dunno whether she hadn't took her bath or hadn't washed her burkha for ages, She was literally stinking. They don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl became consious. Was irritated by the female. She moved and stood behind her mom. Hehehe! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muslim pair had their work done. The moved on, while I still waited there to get my order serviced watching other customers, specially the girl and her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optician was busy explaining her about the looks of the glasses. Pros and Cons of each model she was interested in. As every other teenage girl, she was a bit too hesitant in choosing. She used to wear each and every frame she got interested in, busy watching herself in the mirror. (How can she be clearly looking at the mirror with those dummy glasses? I dunno!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asking her mom about the looks of the specs. "Mom! How am I looking in this?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom used to usually say good. What else would she say?&lt;br /&gt;She must be thinking "What would my friends comment on it? How do they take this frame as?" etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optician was sincerely commenting in a humorous way at each frame. Nice timepass. You look gorgeous in that frame. You look like your granny in this one... goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes passed. I got my order. I bid adieu to the optician while she was still busy selecting frame with a confused look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6924470915829526170?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6924470915829526170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6924470915829526170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6924470915829526170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6924470915829526170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-optician.html' title='At the Optician...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4022042948806187963</id><published>2009-03-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:51:39.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinduism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>On Stabbing of Women.</title><content type='html'>Was just passing through Nrupatunga Road on Saturday to see a herd of people standing in  front of the Police Commissioner's Office (kinda Dharani) to show disagreement on his part of duty to keep Bangalore safe for women. This herd consists majorly of what they call 'IT' people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some had banners like 'SAVE WOMEN' kinda thing.  Also some posters like 'Save Earth, thats the only planet that has women.' Oh! Do you have other planets with male population?? I remembered that this was a protest for the recent stabbing of women in various parts of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any time the male population staged a protest like this for males exclusive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women ask for equal rights everywhere. Some also ask special privileges under constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm not against women. I'm just unclear about some facts that women try to fight here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person gets stabbed, be it a woman or a man, Everybody has a right to oppose that. But should the gender matter? Do they mean that no male is getting stabbed nowhere in the city? Why do they highlight only the female population?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always against reservation. Let it be on whatever grounds. Be it gender, caste, creed, race whatever. Reservation for anything would just make the thing upside down. Who is on top today will come down and vice versa. Nothing better is achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want an instance? Check out our infamous constitution, which reserves for the rights of SC/ST, minority(?) people like muslims and christians. Nobody cares for the problems they pose today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the politicians are for it in the name of secularism. They say we're secular and attend all communions of all castes and religions just flattering them with good words. They attend the ijtemas of muslims, good news functions of christians, union function of Kamma jana and what not? Does it serve any purpose? Does it help in building what they call a secular India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, reservation for women is foolishness. If they're capable, let they get an opportunity. Thats all I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a misconception that women are always downtrodden in the society. The so called secular people blame it on Hinduism and its ancient scriptures. They don't even talk a word on Christianity or Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read scriptures which are based on the Vedas and the Upanishads wherein it is said that a woman, Gaargi attends a meeting held to discuss whether or not to give Brahmarshi status to Vishwamitra. Many women did exist in that meet, most of them wives of Rushis. Since Vedic period, women have been given equal importance as of man under what they call Hindu Culture. Many women did perform many yajnas and tapas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Islam. They treat women so bad, wherein they treat women just as a baby producing machine as well as a machine which takes the chores of the kitchen. They're not supposed to leave home. Even if they did, they have to wear a burkha compulsarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Christianity. Have you seen a female pope? If you see the Christian history, as proven by Dan Brown, People from the church are in constant search for the merovengian blooded people and they tried to kill Mary Magdalene (So called wife of Jesus, a matter of conflict)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might question me here that Hinduism also has weird customs like Sati prevalent even now. I tell you, this was never a custom documented in any scriptures. It just exists in some part of North India. May be their own belief. I havent dugg much into that. Will reserve a seperate post on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same people who protest for 'Attack on Women' go to rave parties and pubs. I feel it so contradicting. Don't they need security there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4022042948806187963?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4022042948806187963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4022042948806187963' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4022042948806187963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4022042948806187963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-stabbing-of-women.html' title='On Stabbing of Women.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2257869070828153406</id><published>2009-03-06T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:19:42.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Possessions or Principles?</title><content type='html'>I'm speaking of Gandhi here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi is Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi here, none else. Recently he is been in news on his possessions being &lt;a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/05/india-rejects-owners-proposal-on-gandhi-items/"&gt;auctioned&lt;/a&gt;. Items being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gandhi's wire-rim eyeglasses,&lt;br /&gt;2. worn leather sandals,&lt;br /&gt;3. a pocket watch,&lt;br /&gt;4. a plate and the brass bowl from which he ate his final meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Gandhi were alive, this would have been cost you say, a few hundreds or thousands? The auction amount is a whopping $1.8 million US, (almost 10 crore Indian Rupees). The successful owner of the auctioned items is the one and only Liquor King, the so called King of Good Times, Dr. Vijay Mallya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This auction happened with the constant opposition by the Indian Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions to all is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did it reach James Otis, the previous owner? Why didn't the Navjeevan trust hold the items after the death of Gandhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Instead of opposing the auction,would it be better if the government participated in the auction to take the items it considered precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is also a point around that auctioning items belonging to a person like Gandhi, is an insult to him. Again, I pose the first question. How did it reach the auctioneer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is it fair to the government to take the auctioned items from the successful bidder after the auction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi would have laughed to see his items auctioned for such a huge price, that too during this crucial time of recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me express my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Otis should have got this, probably through some politician just the way, Jawaharlal Nehru gifted 'The Kohinoor' to Queen Elizabeth, or he should have got it through some smuggler??? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is government opposing this auction? Just because Gandhi used those items? I laugh at it. Along with Gandhi, his family would have also used it. If it were not belonging to Gandhi, no one would have the least interest in it. I see nothing special in it though, Gandhi used it. These are materialistic and I have the least interest in them. I respect the values, ideals and the principles of Gandhi. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auctioning somebody's belongings is an insult to them only if they were alive. If he lived a great life (as they say it), auction would be something special. Politicians would consider buying the auctioned items a sort of prestige issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me auction, is nothing but a process for a person(auctioneer) to make money. To compensate the loss by the old owner. If the bidders find the thing auctioned so precious, its only from their POV and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shouting out to the world not to hold the auction of Gandhi's belongings, not respecting the values he upheld is mere foolishness. If you're so concerned about Gandhi, bring in reforms in every village of India and make his dream come true. AFAIK, what Gandhi dreamed India to be is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. every village should be self sufficient,&lt;br /&gt;2. A woman should walk without any tension in her mind even during 12AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be many other things, these are the two I remember. Are these filthy politicians doing anything in that direction? I see nothing. They're busy gobbling up money preserved for the 'supposed to be' projects and making private properties, filling up their world bank accounts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These politicians do not have any right to stop the auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the auction, I feel James Otis has become poor and is trying to sell anything antique thats there with him. This is one of them. Looking at the high bidding, he is interested in &lt;a href="http://www.nhatky.in/james-otis-offered-to-donate-more-gandhi-item-12326911"&gt;bidding more of his items&lt;/a&gt;. He is not sufficient with 1.8 million USD. May be he knows that there are Indians who are rich enough to buy such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many shaasanas, how many temples, how many palaces were destroyed by the intruders. Everything is gonna perish one or the other day. Do you see any materialistic belonging of Rama or Krishna? I see none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm indifferent when I say that I do not oppose the auction, neither do I support. Its just a process. Just like my eating to survive. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one opposes the auction, all I say is follow his principles, not his possessions. For its supporters, I say, you can earn more money in better way buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2257869070828153406?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2257869070828153406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2257869070828153406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2257869070828153406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2257869070828153406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/possessions-or-principles.html' title='Possessions or Principles?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5842687018350884792</id><published>2009-03-04T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:17:11.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Another thread from my Enggy Days...</title><content type='html'>Stepped onto V semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had , Operating Systems(OS), System Software(SS), Introduction to Unix, Computer Graphics(CG), Object Oriented Software Development(OOSD) and of course labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was fine. Lemme tell you about the incidents that took place in that semester with a particular lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was newly appointed in our college to handle System Software subject. I wont disclose her name. People who studied with me, would guess her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out my III sem results and the IV sem happenings, senior lecturers who handled us, had a good impression on me. I'm not boasting. Just go to our college, even now and ask the teachers who handled us about me, they'll have the same opinion. Though some may say that I'm nuts, someone like whom this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These senior lecturers, imposed the image what they had on the new lecturers who had recently joined. They had also explained about those studs whom they aren't comfortable with too. I was in the former list as told before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this SS lecturer, first had a very good impression on me. She used to teach looking at me, most of the time thinking that I'm the bright stud there. Who knew all such things at that time? eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text what we had for SS was pretty boring.  Couldn't find interest in reading that. I was never reading that book unlike others that semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the first internals. First day, we had OS and SS i guess. IT was a monday. I concentrated on OS, My uncle had come home from Michigan, was spending time with him neglecting the sessionals. We'd been to "Doddaaladamara" near Bidadi, the previous day. I had taken the SS book so that I could read something in case I made some time. No use. I couldn't make time for that. Who wishes to read when your family is on a trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I wrote the sessionals. Ma'am was horrified granting me marks. First time in my Enggy career, I had got a single digit, 2 or 3 I guess. Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She distributed the marks sheet, after the class, she called me to the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am - Why Sandesh? What happened to  you?&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh - I'd been to a trip with my family. Will perform well in the coming internals ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;M - You've got internals and you'd been to a trip? Are you joking?&lt;br /&gt;S - No Ma'am, We had our uncle coming down all the way from US, he's leaving in another week or so. I thought of giving him company. Dunno when he'll come back.&lt;br /&gt;M - Thats okay! Don't do it another time. Best of luck. :-)&lt;br /&gt;S - Thanks ma'am! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, she didn't notice right from the first ady of her class is, she didn't notice me and Susheem playing book cricket during her class. That was our usual routine in boring classes. We were not at all interested in SS. Dunno, the subject was too boring and was made even boring with this lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just two weeks before the second sessionals, we were caught red handed playing book cricket in her class. Previously, she didn't leave the dias, but now that she got that I'm not paying much interest into her class, she used to roam around. That fine day, we didn't notice her coming. She scolded us like hell and asked not to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, The look she used to give while teaching, turned into a stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored 11 in my second internals. Failing to get a minimum of 15 as an average. I think, that was the first subject i failed to get a minimum in the internals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was called by my senior lecturers, including the HOD, for the complaint lodged by our SS lecturer and was asked about my behaviour in her class. I just waved it off as a little mischief. They also didnt take it in a serious way. The belief they had in me was not that easily shakeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right since the second internals, she used to get irritated by my presence in the class. She used to find one or the other reason to scold me and my benchers. The slang of hers, "No way! not at all a way" became quite common among our class. A couple of times, she denied attendance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, in her class, she again, saw me playing "Byatarayanapura Vs Vidyaranyapura" match with susheem, She asked us to walk out. We happily walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, she saw me talking with Susheem and Daksha in her class. She made us stand in her class, scolded for 5 minutes and sent all three of us outa the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, she just sent me outa the class. She asked if anybody is interested in going out may do so. Daksha majestically came out making signs of "Whats the big deal? Makes no difference." right in front of her. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays later, she was bugged up sending us out. She said, If you're coming only for the sake of attendance, you may please leave. I'll give attendance for all. She expected us to leave. We didnt. Since that day, she started neglecting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow, managed to get a 24 in the third internals to get a minimum of 15 in the internals. Good that she didnt had the grudge in granting marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that sem, she never took our class just for the reason that I'm there in that class. Huh! Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing much in this post left apart from dedication. I dedicate this post to her. Hope this post kept you entertained for a while. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5842687018350884792?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5842687018350884792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5842687018350884792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5842687018350884792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5842687018350884792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-thread-from-my-enggy-days.html' title='Another thread from my Enggy Days...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4340948510980083704</id><published>2009-03-03T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:20:08.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Contradiction...</title><content type='html'>Will blog out two of my contradicting experiences today. Bad one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, say a week back, I had to take my grand parents to a function going on near West Of Chord road, Rajajinagar. I dropped them off at the hall and was searching for parking space which I didn't find there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of yards further, I see space but there was sunlight. I didn't want my car to bask, I moved ahead a couple of blocks to find some shade just beside a house, which had these letters carved just beside the gate (ಹರ್ಷ, ....... ರಾವ್).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked, though I saw the owner of the house staring at me while he took his dog to pee. He was constantly staring at me and my car. I felt uncomfortable and asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: "ನಿಮ್ಗೆನಾದ್ರು ತೊಂದರೆ ಆಯ್ತಾ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಗಾಡಿ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ?" [You got a problem with me parking my vehicle here in front of your house? eh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Owner: "????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: "&lt;span&gt;ನಿಮ್ಗೆನಾದ್ರು&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ತೊಂದರೆ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಆಯ್ತಾ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಇಲ್ಲಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ಗಾಡಿ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Owner: [In a rude manner] "Whats your problem man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: [Harshly] "I said, you got a problem with my parking in  front of your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Owner: [pacifying] "No! No!! Go ahead!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling like I shouldnt have spoken in English to teach him a lesson. Dunno what was going on in my mind at that instant, I ditched him and moved ahead to the function. After that I was feeling like why should they hang a board in Kannada if they speak English outside? Its plain "GAANCHALI".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the good contrary experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was say in November 2008. Book fair was going on at Palace Grounds. As usual, was browsing through the heaps of books. Moving on from stall to stall, row by row just skimming through the content of books I got interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I recollect that I had seen a book say in the previous row, somehow missed it absent minded. It flashed through my mind and I was eager to take it. I rushed back through the row. While I was heading to the concerned bookstall when all of the following happened within two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit a guy badly. He was furious. He was opening his mouth to scold me while I said "ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಿ" (Kannada for Sorry) he saw me saying that in Kannada. He smiled and said "ಪರವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ" (Its okay) and moved ahead. Speaking Kannada in Bangalore has become a thing to get perplexed these days. Isnt it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just check out both these scenarios. How contradicting? aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4340948510980083704?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4340948510980083704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4340948510980083704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4340948510980083704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4340948510980083704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/03/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-66539129426853424</id><published>2009-02-24T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:41:17.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Slumdogs of 'Slumdog Millionaire' are millionaires...</title><content type='html'>You might feel bad to see a series of critic posts on this blog these days. I don't know. I had the least interest in writing this post. Though I'm not eligible in writing a critic on this coz I haven't seen the movie (I'll keep the references to it to the minimum), please do read. When I say slumdogs in the title of this post, I just mean it to say 'members' and not to degrade them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats irritating me these days is media and the hype it creates around silly issues. I open the newspaper to see news of only the Oscars. Do they do it every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you the story I understood from those I met whoever saw the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This person, the hero is brought up in Dharavi Slum of Mumbai. He's got a childhood lover, who departs from the slum or whatever and he starts his search for her allover. This goes on and on and on... One day, he is selected for a reality show, something like 'Who wants to be a Millionaire?' and for all the questions asked over there, he'll have the answer which is obtained from some  experience when he was in search for her love. Finally he becomes a millionaire, and also finds his lover I guess... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty vague, plane. Sounds like some stupid Hindi movie. The movie is being directed by some Hollywood director and thats the only way it found an entry into the Oscars and other international awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that India is being wrongly picturised in the film. We had petitions signing that it should not enter the Oscars, though it failed. It won 8 Oscars. Whats so much in celebrating for the whole country if a film directed by a foreigner, depicting the country in a wrong manner wins a global award? Should we actually celebrate or criticize? I see the people of Dharavi Slums celebrating the success of the movie but their state of living in slums hasn't been changed yet. Why are they celebrating? As usual, we have these politicians commenting that 'Slumdog Millionaire' and AR Rehman has made India proud of winning an Oscar. I say CRAP. I feel shamed to hear them say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might offend AR Rehman's fans when I say this but I have to say. I dont listen to much of ARR, in fact I dont listen to him at all. May be some of the blog readers (If he is reading this post, he would surely do) would expect a post from me asking why I dont actually like his music. I would answer it in a few sentences. I dont listen to his music just because, I see a sense of surrenderness in it. Its like saying, you are the one for me, without you, I don't have anything. That kinda music. That suits to certain songs but not all. This is what I felt. Do not get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add more, there are quite a few instances, wherein say i meet a person. he/she tries to get close and we share things among us. When it comes to music, I see most of them are ARR fans, and they are shocked when I say, I don't listen to him. They say 'What music do you listen to if you don't listen to ARR?' Huh! This certainly irritates me. Don't impose your taste on me. I have my own likings. There are many instances like this. Don't come to a conclusion that I don't like him coz of this reason. I just thought of sharing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that he doesnt deserve an Oscar. I'm no one to say that. I'm indifferent in that case. I haven't listned to the songs of the movie. I dont bother whether he gets it or not, but I just can't stand the hype what the media has created. He might deserve. I don't know. I'm against the media when they praise a lot. Anybody for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person I feel he is simple and I like that simplicity. I don't see him roaring on stage when getting an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was watching '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075314/"&gt;The Taxi Driver&lt;/a&gt;', just watch it, I was shocked to hear that it didnt win an Oscar. A good movie by Martin Scorsese directing Robert De Niro. Do watch it. I feel it has a better story that Slumdog Millionaire. Its about a common man who turns a taxi driver just because he cannot sleep. He feels that the city (New York) is filled with filth and hopes that '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday a real rain will come and wash this scum off the streets.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/t/taxi-driver-transcript-dialogue-quotes.html"&gt;dialogues&lt;/a&gt;. Its really interesting. Some are really gem. I suggest you watch the movie. Watch the sequence when Travis Bickle says 'You talkin to me?' hehehe! Here is one of the gem I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here is a man who would not take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          A man who stood up against the scum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More of such kinda movies are always welcomed. I don't like comparing things, but here, I say SDM doesnt come near to the Taxi Driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I mean with the title is that the team members of Slumdog Millionaire are rich now. Good for them but what I intend to say is that publicity in this scale was not expected. I'm not curbing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the news that Robert De Niro, Al Pacino and the likes may enter Bollywood. WHY?????? To make some crap movies? Let them be what they are. Let them not enter Bollywood which is filled with crap(Exceptions are always there). The person who is pulling them in is some Feroz Nadiadwala. I see these Nadiadwala films and they are always Muslim oriented. My friend dragged me to one of his movies which I had denied to watch, the movie was named 'Welcome'. I nearly fainted when I saw a song where all of them were Hindus (on and off the screen), dancing for a song 'Inshaa Allah!!' SHAAAAA! Don't you think this Nadiadwala is a crap guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the De Niros and the Pacinos do not enter Bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-66539129426853424?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/66539129426853424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=66539129426853424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/66539129426853424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/66539129426853424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/02/slumdogs-of-slumdog-millionaire-are.html' title='Slumdogs of &apos;Slumdog Millionaire&apos; are millionaires...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7751679027709448993</id><published>2009-02-19T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:39:29.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>__|__ Happy Effentine Day __|__ !!!</title><content type='html'>Before beginning the post, lemme write the disclaimer... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This post contains highly offensive material. Apologies for those who repent reading this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This post may be fictitious today, but in the near future, there are all possibilities of this getting true, thanks for the possible support from the followers/supporters/silent adherers of Valentine Day, some might have already been celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Those two emoticons around the title represent the middle finger and one needs to decorate both of his/her hands while wishing on this day! Its something like \m/ for rock out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The writer is not lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was supposed to be posted on the so called 'Valentine's Day', thanks for the problem with my PC and BSNL internet connection, Its getting posted today though it was drafted already in my mind on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! You read it right. Its Effentine. This word was coined in my mind on February 14th, 2009 according to the English Calendar, I thought someone would have coined the same and searched the same on &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=effentine&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta="&gt;google&lt;/a&gt;. Click on that link for results. Hardly a page that contains links to some geneology stuff, some porno links etcetera. Hopefully this post would enter the list after being posted (also, some which link/comment/protest to this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wont claim that I coined this word but am using it for my purpose here. Offenders are neglected. In case, one needs to change, please suggest another name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! enough of disclaimer notes, why was this coined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, you might have seen my post on Sri Rama Sene(SRS) and its attack on pubs. Check out the post as well as the comments &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/01/pubs-discos-rss-sri-rama-sene-karave.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Soon after the incident, wide response awaited nationwide and supporters for the pub goers were a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought that SRS need to be taught a lesson on Valentines' day and hence, they got together, planned to send pink under-garments to SRS from across the nation. Hehehe! Even SRS guys are intelligent. They gave a stunning reply by auctioning them starting with a meagre 25 paise and send the amount to the sender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing that post, I got to know that SRS did that intentionally to get media attention and media sued it in a wrong way. I oppose SRS for doing that. It would have been better to do it without notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Feb 14th, 2009, I wake up seeing a message on my mobile which says 18,000 police(Only in Karnataka) have been alloted for a safe V-Day. CRAP! Crap news to get up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the newspaper(Deccan Herald), I see the supporters of V-Day, chilling out with beer mugs holding together, saying "Cheese" with a anti-non-valentine slogan board in the middle. Another crap news to start the day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they need a day to love? express their love? Dedicate a day for a person who allowed people to express their love openly? Then let it be in those countries where you cannot express your love freely, not in India where you are free to express any of your thoughts, not only love in an open fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought struck my mind, if there are so many people who claim the right to valentine, one day will come when people fight for the right to Effentine. Note the 'F' in the word. I could have used the F word instead of Effentine, but I'm not for that. I dont want to be cheap in writing a blog using words that I wish wouldnt appear in my blog. I dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day would surely come if the rate in which V-Day is getting celebrated in India doesn't come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't ask me why I oppose V-Day, guess I've already written a post on that a couple of years ago. Check &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-days.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Effentine, who would be St. Effentine? Who else? someone like Umesh Reddy. (This was the immediate thought I got thinking of St. Effentine). Who else can decorate the position other than a person who has 23 rapes, many misbehaviours etc to his credit and so popular? If you dont like it, you can replace him with any international rapist. I dont wanna google it. DIY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be the date they celebrate? May be the B'day of Umesh Reddy (Or the international rapists') or a better date would be their death anniversary. Umesh Reddy has got his death certificate now(when I write this, I see a news that Umesh Reddy is sentenced to death). That would be more relevant. I tried to google the date they would hang Mr. UR, Dint get it. Do tell us if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would benefit with St. Effentine's Day? Obviously the Effers who celebrate it. Apart from them, who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The media, again giving the most needed publicity, hype to it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gift Centres like Archies who would come up with cards like "To my beEffed friend, I Eff you!" blah! blah! blah!&lt;br /&gt;3. Telco operators, all of them, who would send you messages saying "Impress your EFFriend by having these cool ringtones, send them. Here are the samples. Some would be the dirty version of Akon's "I wanna Love you" to some regional hits like "I _______(DASH) You" from Upendra's Hollywood. who knows??&lt;br /&gt;4. Politicians, who would support Effentine Day, raise it as an issue if a riot happens on its cause from guys like SRS. Also would provide huge security for a safe and sexy(?) Effentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out if I've left out any. Post in your extended thoughts on Effentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, advanced wishes of St. Effentine's Day! __|__&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7751679027709448993?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7751679027709448993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7751679027709448993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7751679027709448993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7751679027709448993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-effentine-day.html' title='__|__ Happy Effentine Day __|__ !!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7242140580217350392</id><published>2009-02-09T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:18:39.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Taj Mahal? Tejo Mahalaya?</title><content type='html'>I just got a text forward from one of my friend a week back. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taj Mahal was not built by Shah Jahan. He captured it from the Rajput king Jai Singh. It was a lord Shiva's temple called 'TEJO MAHALAYA' was build 300 years before Shah Jahan. The carbon dating proves it. There are number of evidences to prove. refer www.stephon-kapps.com. Please forward it to all. Jai Hind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the wesite address is mentioned wrong. Its actually &lt;a href="http://www.stephen-knapp.com/"&gt;http://www.stephen-knapp.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Please visit the site for more details. Also more articles can be obtained on google with the search string 'Taj Mahal - Tejo Mahalaya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details given in that site are really good. Many proofs have been given to show the fact that it was indeed a Vedic temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was known many years ago. I'm not gonna talk much about how it all happened. This was just another vedic temple lured by the invaders. Many temples were converted to mosques. Please read 'Aavarana' by S. L. Bhairappa for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like to discuss here is the hype around the Taj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I see is that it is just another monument. May be the carvings during the pre-muslim period are still there and one can go to watch it. Many such vedic temples were destroyed and converted to mosques. Thats how majority of the mosques were built during the muslim rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years of the mughal rule, converted many temples to mosques and muslim sculptures. I dont have the exact count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, Taj Mahal was build in memorial to Mumtaz, Shah Jahan's wife. But recent studies say that it is not her who is burried here. It was someone else. There are lotsa rumours on Taj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened in the recent years is that Taj has acquired lot of popularity. Any foreigner coming to India wishes to visit it. They say it is a symbol of love and other crap. For those who say such things, I just say that all the workers hand who worked for the renovated Taj Mahal were cut. Taj Mahal is standing on the blood of these workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my uncle was touring all over India and once he entered the Taj, he was welcomed by the stinking smell inside. Hehehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I like in the muslim architecture is the hemispherical tomb. Apart from that, I see nothing special in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to 2007. That was the year when the Seven Wonders of the world was reiterated. This so called Taj Mahal was nowhere. New entries for the wonder lists were abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what happened to the media &amp;amp; telco operators altogether. They started campaigning for Taj in India. I can't recollect the exact words in some radio show, but here is the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Taj is the pride of India. Its a shame on us, we Indians if we do not unite and vote for Taj for the seven wonders list. So what are you waiting for? Please vote "Blah blah blah" to 5XXXX and make Taj regain its position in the seven wonders' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP! Taj is a symbol of the Muslimification of India. Its no pride. The only people who used the above vote popularity were the telco operators charging 3 or more bucks per message voted. With the millions of votes gained for Taj, it re-entered the top 7 wonders of the world list. Thanks for the huge Indian Population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it won the seven wonders prize, Radio Mirchi celebrated it by constructing a Taj Mahal made outa roses. That was the major attraction and it said, 'Thank you Bangaloreans for voting for Taj. Here is our small tribute to all of those who voted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Is this the correct way to vote for such a thing? There should be a system in contests like this say, people cannot vote for monuments of their own country and should vote for other monuments. This might give rise to a list which is close to the real seven wonders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel irritated when media gives such hype filled publicity for a thing which is actually not what they claim. Awake people of India, Taj is not a symbol of Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7242140580217350392?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7242140580217350392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7242140580217350392' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7242140580217350392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7242140580217350392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/02/taj-mahal-tejo-mahalaya.html' title='Taj Mahal? 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People pissing all around and making the city dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only city, sometimes, even villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmoBnC72mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kA6CPhD834Q/s640/Dabba%20nann%20maga%20majestic%20compoundalli%20uchche%20hoyythavne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmoBnC72mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kA6CPhD834Q/s640/Dabba%20nann%20maga%20majestic%20compoundalli%20uchche%20hoyythavne.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see the above pic, you'd recognize the place. Yes! Its the Majestic bus stand compound. You can see a villager, pissing on the wall. (At least drainage would be a bit bearable. A daily commuter sees many such examples a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he just crosses the compound, he would get a toilet to pass his urine. He is lazy enough to walk or may be he couldn't tolerate it anymore. In any case, he shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Forget this, if you'd been to the BMTC bus stand in Majestic (Subhashnagar), you'd find small streams of urine here and there. Previously, say 10 years ago, you could find them only during nights, not now. They piss in open space in daylight! Thanks for the people from Bihar n Orissa (construction workers). Forgot to take a pic there. Will post it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Forget that! What do you say about this pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmkq_HbKII/AAAAAAAAAPo/cSyEYwyL2H4/s640/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmkq_HbKII/AAAAAAAAAPo/cSyEYwyL2H4/s640/DSC02199.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to capture this pic late. Just a second before I took this pic, they were seeing mutual faces. What would've been the conversation between them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Guesses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: Hey! Are you free tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : [Enthusiastically] Yeah! Shall we meet at your place??? Ahem?? [Hahaha!! You guessed it right!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can make fun of this. But this is a serious issue. Pissing beneath a tree or a grass would get un-noticed which is the norm in the villages but how can one tolerate it in cities? It stinks if just four of them piss in the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the location enthusiasts, this pic was taken beside the Renaissance Apartments, Byatarayanapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a look at their attire? one fully dressed tiptop! Doesnt hesitate to piss in the open air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me what should one do if he has to attend nature's call urgently? I say, hold it to the maximum extent possible(bearable) and keep searching for a lavatory. If you're right in the city, try Nirmala Shauchalaya, courtesy Infosys. Do not use places like a building compound... For the city's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is unbearable, again, try to find a Nirmala Shauchalaya or Sulabh shauchalaya or head towards a hotel or a mall or a theatre(if you're interested in watching a movie) whatever is available. Try holding it to the last possible extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need inspiration in holding? Just think of ladies pissing in public? Do they? How do they control? Think......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some situations wherein one doesnt have a rest room during his work. What should he do? Here is one such pic. Check it out. This was captured at the Metro Construction going on the MG Road, Brigade Road junction. He pisses right at the circle. Thanks for the fence. Just imagine that fence is not existing. How funny would that be? This is the state of the Metro construction in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmkmSw4rjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/35StZbRjpI0/s640/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmkmSw4rjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/35StZbRjpI0/s640/DSC02185.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For his kind information, he has a shauchalaya near Mayo Hall. Wont his supervisor permit him for five minutes to perform this task? Or again, is he too lazy to go there? Dont tell me that he doesnt know about the lavatory over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an empty site just in front of our house and we are fed up of scolding numerous people (day/night) for pissing. Some shit during night which gets un-noticed by us sometimes. When will they learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, I post this last pic which is punishable to the highest extent of all. Just check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmkoAm5W9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/h89BRwJOsnw/s640/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmkoAm5W9I/AAAAAAAAAPg/h89BRwJOsnw/s640/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idiot, in red shirt is pissing into the drainage just in front of Nirmala shauchalaya. Is he so poor to pay a buck to attend his nature call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do post in your comments and experiences....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1420212520521822074?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1420212520521822074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1420212520521822074' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1420212520521822074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1420212520521822074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/02/pissing-to-glory.html' title='Pissing to glory.........'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_lssorWulK4w/SYmoBnC72mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kA6CPhD834Q/s72-c/Dabba%20nann%20maga%20majestic%20compoundalli%20uchche%20hoyythavne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6796461074924866874</id><published>2009-01-28T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:33:40.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinduism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Pubs, Discos &amp; RSS, Sri Rama Sene, KaRaVe...</title><content type='html'>Currently whats the hot news in the state and the centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! Its not the Mumbai Attacks but the attack on the pub culture by Sri Rama Sene in Mangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the stupid media in creating more hype towards this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally If you ask me whether i'm for or against the pub culture? you know the answer better if you're a somewhat regular reader of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a clear 'NO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write more on the pub culture, I might not be the right person coz I dont fall in that category of goin to pubs n discotheques. But this post is based on my experiences of interaction with those who follow it and support it. You've got a point, (I need not say it everytime) post a comment. Always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expression for some, is to write out their thoughts, for some its singing, some its dancing... It varies among the people, but according to the Indian Constitution, everyone has got the right to express*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! There is a asterisk(*) which says conditions apply. The sole condition is that your fun, your expression should not be on someone else's cost. This is the only point I raise for this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got better things to discuss in the parliament, but they elongate such petty issues wailing away their precious time. They can discuss about how to improve remote villages for their basic needs, about the power outage problems widely prevalent across the nation( I can go on and on...), but they never seem to take up such things. They're least bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're only concerned for a few people who were brutally battered for doing some stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were partying. Partying hard! Dancing for some great hip-hop songs with loud speakers, drinking, smoking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think this will be a nuisance in the area? Wouldnt it increase the crime rates? People are concerned about those party-goers but are least bothered about the victims of accidents made by the same party animals. I'll just give the recent accident that happened. A person took his car drunk in Indiranagar hit three men and they died on spot. Tell me who is responsible for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many such cases go un-noticed just for the reason that these party animals are highly influential. You can see the police taking the drivers license that day, the next day, you can see the same driver driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Forget the non-party-goers. I might have mentioned this point in some of my previous posts but it would add more weightage here too. How many affairs start and break up in such parties? People who have secret desires among their fellow colleagues do not hesitate to make it true in such parties by adding some tablet to the drink, making the victim numb and do whatever they want? Probability is very much high. There are many such instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instances like a denied proposal, may make way for a murder. These people do anything when they're outa their mind. They dont care about the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen. Noticing this, the police have come up with a 11PM deadline and these partygoers conduct a rally opposing this. Strange thing is media is supporting such petty causes like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that 'Sri Rama Sene (SRS)' was a bit too violent in stopping the party that day, but do you think being sober would have worked? Never. They would hardly have listened to SRS. To stop such a thing, one has to be rude for a quick outcome. ( I agree in Gandhian principles, but it would take more time). Who would listen to the voice of the non party goers? Its only the common man who has to raise his voice amidst the roars of the highly influential people which would hardly ever been noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely support SRS in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might disagree with me in this respect, but I go by my words anytime. You've just seen the repeated video clips on media of SRS guys beatign the party girls black and blue. Have you seen how they party half (almost complete) naked? Does the media capture such videos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One express your concern only for those who are beaten by SRS? Who will cry for those normal people who were hit by a drunkard party goer? Surprisingly none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Partying(as the call it! Atleast what happened on that day) is not Indian Culture. One can see the transition, the west is getting easternized and the east westernized. Recently there aws a news, Two Russian couple got married in Udupi Sri Krishna Matha in totally vedic style. They even converted their names Keshidhama Das and Vrunda. They stand for the first transition and these party goers, stand for the latter transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post on the hope that there would be control on the pub culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6796461074924866874?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6796461074924866874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6796461074924866874' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6796461074924866874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6796461074924866874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2009/01/pubs-discos-rss-sri-rama-sene-karave.html' title='Pubs, Discos &amp; RSS, Sri Rama Sene, KaRaVe...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-612777984313631173</id><published>2008-12-15T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:43:58.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>This isn't Sportsmanship!</title><content type='html'>This really isn't. Yes! I'm talkin about today's man of the match award in the test between India and England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen the match, also the one dayers, England might have been defeated like anything, but they've been professional in the game which isnt maintained at the presentation ceremony by the sponsors of the tourney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been watching all the matches right from the one dayers, some of the man of the matches are well judged (example, first match, given to Yuvraj), but later on, in some of the matchess, though an England individual has performed better than any Indian individual in that match, the MoM was awaarded to an Indian coz, India won the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, its a game and MoM is an award given to an individual and not to a person from the winning team always. If there is a person who has performed well but his team lost, why should he be denied an award for his performance? Doesnt this lower the morale in him? It might not lower but an award would surely boost his morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider today's match itself, I do agree that Sehwag turned the match around for India (Happy for atleast for this decision, while they didnt go with Tendulkar for scoring a hundred!). But if you consider the first three days, didnt Strauss entertain us by his two centuries? Didnt they dominate us for the first three days? Dont you think he deserved it more than Sehwag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the same issue even with the one-dayers as I mentioned before. There are many instances where Indians were honored with MoMs even tehy had lost. I heard it from my uncle that long ago, in a test match, Vinu Mankad was awarded MoM though India lost the match for his brilliant hundred as well as for taking 8 wickets in an innings. Why go that long? Take for example the Sharjah trophy of 1997, the deciding match between Australia and India. Sachin's 137 helped India secure a position in finals but India lost that match. He was awarded the MoM (later Man of the Series aswell i suppose) for his wonderful knock, just for the simple reason that he had entertained the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, kudos for the professionalism show by both the teams. Glad to know that 70% of the England's match fee and 100% of the Indian counterpart has been donated to the mumbai relief fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the commitee that decides such things takes this into consideration before awarding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-612777984313631173?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/612777984313631173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=612777984313631173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/612777984313631173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/612777984313631173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-isnt-sportsmanship.html' title='This isn&apos;t Sportsmanship!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7822090009733728946</id><published>2008-11-17T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:54:53.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>BMTC had never been so pathetic...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Mr. Mannina Maga, his son Mannina Mommaga and all their allies. Today was a troublesome day to many of the Bangaloreans who were commuting via BMTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic was totally hit in the northern parts of Bangalore, public commuting totally hit (need not mention)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause being the samavesha held by the JDS (Dunno for what sake was it held) People were dumped in buses and were heading to Palace Grounds. They had rented more than half of the buses of BMTC for the so called communion all heading to Palace Grounds. Why the heck did BMTC grant so many buses? Didnt it foresee the problems that would occur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What big decision was taken there? To roll down the current state government?? eh? I saw an article in Vijaya Karnataka today where Mr. DG has given an open statement saying "I've never seen a pathetic government than this!" What was your government at 1996? What was your government at the centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supporting the present government at the state. It might be pathetic which includes puppets like Mr. BSY and master of puppets like Mr. JR. What right does Mr. DG has to comment on the present government? I see none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who used to return home by 1 returned by 6. This was common. You could have seen people who would fit in a minimum of 6 buses in every bus stand while Mr. DG was busy sleepin at his communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my uncle had come from Kota and he couldn't return coz he didnt get any bus. I could have dropped him which he clearly denied, but what about the commoners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited in the bus stand for almost two hours to find handful of buses jam packed. What happened in the samavesha? I should wait till tomorrow morning to get the news coz I hardly watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many such communion have taken place but the commuting was never being hit so bad. Some of the instances being 'Benny Hinn coming to Jakkur Aerodrome to conduct his stupid evangelical drama for four continuous days', 'Sometimes when Mrs. Sonia Gandhi comes to deliver a speech'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing was that those buses which hadnt been taken by them took lengthy routes to avoid Palace Grounds and were fumbling to find the destination in the traffic jam all over the city. Traffic Police inside the city must have gone out of their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to not see such a thing in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7822090009733728946?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7822090009733728946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7822090009733728946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7822090009733728946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7822090009733728946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/11/bmtc-had-never-been-so-pathetic.html' title='BMTC had never been so pathetic...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-51759164352281943</id><published>2008-11-05T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:01:55.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><title type='text'>Tragedy of the day</title><content type='html'>What to say about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying in Kannada. 'ಇಮಾಂಸಾಬಿಗೂ ಗೋಕುಲಾಷ್ಟಮಿಗೂ &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ಏನ್ ಸಂಬಂಧ?'&lt;br /&gt;which literally translates into 'Whats the relation between imaamsaabhi and gokulaashtami?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People today are bloggin, talking(in fact doing all sorts of things) about Barack Obama winning the elections in the US. I'm not pro Obama or against him. Why should people in India talk so much about him winning elections over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might ask the question that He will decide the relationship between India and US. About the IT deal which ends by March 2009. Some predict that he might close all the doors for IT in India from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent we an Independant nation? Why should we care so much about policies made by some foreign leader. Arent we self sufficient? We should look out for opportunities within and not outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've gotta look at problems. there are hell lota them right here in this country. Please look into this. To mention some, there is the alltime debt of the country. Two months old financial crisis, never ending conversion and evangelism by the cemetic religions and what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another saying from Kannada 'ನಮ್ಮದೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಸಿ ಹೊದ್ದ್ಕೊಳ್ಳೋವಷ್ಟಿರೋವಾಗ ಬೇರೆಯವರ ಗೋಜು ನಮಗ್ಯಾಕೆ?' translates to 'When we have so much to think of ourselves, why should one think of the rest?'&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have your say here to what I say. Lemme reply to your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-51759164352281943?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/51759164352281943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=51759164352281943' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/51759164352281943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/51759164352281943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/11/tragedy-of-day.html' title='Tragedy of the day'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-5664598323207001945</id><published>2008-11-02T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:53:46.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Kumble to retire...</title><content type='html'>Was shocked to an extent to get to know a few minutes back that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anil_Kumble"&gt;Anil Kumble&lt;/a&gt; is retiring from cricket. After thinking a bit more, I isnt a surprise. ITs been 16 years of International cricket for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a real sport. grabbing 619 wickets in test cricket for the moment being. Dunno how many he'll claim in the second innings. Wishing him all the best for all his future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-5664598323207001945?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/5664598323207001945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=5664598323207001945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5664598323207001945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/5664598323207001945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/11/kumble-to-retire.html' title='Kumble to retire...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7609564467372794314</id><published>2008-10-31T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:46:20.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kannada'/><title type='text'>Kannada gets Classical stature.</title><content type='html'>We, the people of Karnataka feel proud to announce that we've attained the classical stature for our language Kannada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it wasn't a classical language before, it just got recognised as one by the Central Government from today. We can consider it to be a gift to us on behalf of Kannada Rajyotsava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no surprise for a language which is unique in its own way to attain this. We've been an amicable force in India's development, in all fields, at all levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been nominated Jnaana-Peeta award seven times (Actually should have been much more, thanks URA for that), We have produced one of the world's best engineer Sir M.Vishweshwarayya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels real good to get such a stature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Kannada Raajyotsava. ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7609564467372794314?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7609564467372794314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7609564467372794314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7609564467372794314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7609564467372794314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/10/kannada-gets-classical-stature.html' title='Kannada gets Classical stature.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7467661879800446667</id><published>2008-10-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:44:18.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Othla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Beg your pardon, Mastercard...</title><content type='html'>Having a sumptuous supper at home - Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the drizzle after the meal half naked [Shirts off! dont get weird] - Double Priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle turns downpour, you continue till you feel digested - Triple Priceless!!!&lt;br /&gt;Entering home once again through the front door, totally drenched with your mom staring at you - Priceless to the nth order!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings you can do alone... For everything else, there is Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7467661879800446667?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7467661879800446667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7467661879800446667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7467661879800446667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7467661879800446667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/10/beg-your-pardon-mastercard.html' title='Beg your pardon, Mastercard...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-455162381132723272</id><published>2008-10-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:48:28.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Rant on Social networking sites...</title><content type='html'>P1: Hey you use facebook?&lt;br /&gt;P2: No! I use orkut. I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;P1: Orkut?? They flick ideas from facebook. It sucks bigtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Suddenly P3 enters]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3 : Orkut? Facebook? Grow up guys! Use LinkedIn!&lt;br /&gt;P4 : I'm satisfied with Hi5!&lt;br /&gt;P5 : Haven't you used WAYN?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list goes on and on and on... Just like amaron batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have seen many such discussions, but haven't involved in any of them. Thought I'll blog out my opinion, hence this post. Though I consider this post to consider some junk things, still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using some of these social networking sites, just for the heck of using it. I aint a guy who considers something serious in doin so. But have seen many taking such things in a pretty serious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : Hey why don't you scrap me back once I scrap you?&lt;br /&gt;P1 : [Scratching his head] Well! I just forgot!!??&lt;br /&gt;P2 : How can you forget??? you @#$%#  ^%$^$@ @#$ #$@# $% $%^$ .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise in hearing such conversations either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well according to me it can be one of a many ways to stay in touch. It shouldnt be the only way. Most of the people using such things take it in the second way I mentioned, updating their profiles with silly statuses, expecting friends to comment on them. They upload photos, videos, install applications(some good ones, some real stupid), share softwares, create communities, comment their views in those communities, some make it a means for mass communication, (inviting for marriage???)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These says each and everyone is creating such communities, some have started mergin other services into this, like a free mail account, free blog .... To name a few social networking sites, here they are orkut, facebook, linkedin, wayn, yaari, twitter, hi5, friendorama, fanbox.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some prefer some sites to other. Some consider using a social networking site cheap! Some delete their account in one site as they found a better site elsewhere. (May be they think that their friends who use only the new site, treat him as a second grade citizen if they found him using the other site as well, there are many such instances I've seen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me, these things are just for fun. Why should you consider it in a serious fashion? Treat them all equally. If you don't like a site, don't enroll into it. Do not give false publicity to it, neither negative publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can provide you many links where many blogs point out what to do (n what not to also) in such sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding flicking ideas from one site to another, if the idea is good and helps in better communications, its good to include it. (Though they can't mention that they've taken this idea from one such site), they can implement it in a better way or implement something better that that. There is no harm in doing that. IT IS JUST FOR TIMEPASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, only people who are getting used from these sites are the owners of it earning money. So, it all boils down to the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had more points to mention. couldn't find any now. Will post it as it comes in the same post. GTG! Will blog asap! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-455162381132723272?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/455162381132723272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=455162381132723272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/455162381132723272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/455162381132723272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-on-social-networking-sites.html' title='Rant on Social networking sites...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7771554882636149693</id><published>2008-10-03T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:01:13.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>leavingbangalore.com - a review.</title><content type='html'>People are getting crazy to get ideas. They dont mind getting this low for ads. One idiot, started a stupid ad as I had mentioned in leavebangalore.com's review, these people from real estate seem to get an advantage over it.They mimick the same ad, give more publicity by having ad boards along the streets have a pic of a woman showing her back to the audience with the caption, "I am leaving Bangalore" with a footline "www.leavingbangalore.com" for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity @ its crest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicion is that these ads are being arranged by people who party hard and those who are suffering, facing the 11:30 pm ban. No surprize if they come up with another website leftbangalore.com!! Maniacs. Let them put a fullstop to all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to these sites (leave or leaving bangalore), you'll find many reasons why they hate Bangalore. On the contrary, you can also see many mentioning why they love Bangalore. Some dont like the people here, some don't like their language (what crap?, its like you coming to my home and disliking me being in my home...), some blame the traffic, some blame the condition of the roads, the infrastructure, auto drivers, taxi drivers, politicians... who else and what not? everything you find here, someone has an objection on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also see many people asking those who want to leave to leave. Thats the best thing they can do. If they find a better place, why should they stop? All I ask is, can they repair the irreparable loss to the city where they'd been existing for quite a while? Due to their intrusion, how many trees have fell, how many people have lost their houses? How many have lost their lands? All because of the intrusion of the outsiders? You've got an argument? shoot! I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they do is just complain. No plans to come outa it and do some remedy to such things. I can give answers to all of their arguments for which this post would be too large. Let them fire in the comments, I'll take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wont be satisfied with any improvements in the infrastructure.  They're here just to crib. We should not care for such people and continue to do our work. They are insatiable in an unknown land and its not like they dont have these problems at all at their home. They've got more in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Considering all the flaws... What can the city do to it? Its the politicians to be blamed and not the city. They dont have such an idea in their mind. All I can say is "People who want to leave, can leave. Nobody cares for them" they blame Bangalore for their leaving, its their cheap mindset. We simply cannot do anything about it and we hardly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, who wanna stay here, please do respect the culture, the language, the people and go ahead... You'll always love this city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7771554882636149693?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7771554882636149693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7771554882636149693' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7771554882636149693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7771554882636149693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/10/leavingbangalorecom-review.html' title='leavingbangalore.com - a review.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-9058944707565849273</id><published>2008-10-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:12:38.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Plagiarism - Views on it.</title><content type='html'>This post is regarding the &lt;a href="http://www.enidhi.net/2008/09/blogathon-on-plagiarism-on-october-2.html"&gt;blogathon against &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I had promised &lt;a href="http://www.enidhi.net/"&gt;Shrinidhi&lt;/a&gt; to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheFreeDictionary.com defines it as "&lt;i&gt;The act of appropriating the literary composition of another author, or excerpts, ideas, or passages therefrom, and passing the material off as one's own creation."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple English, it means flicking someone else's idea, propertie, [usually which is creative] and giving it their name without mentioning the original author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many such cases. Will mention my own case, which is not that big or critical enough though... &lt;a href="http://www.enidhi.net/2008/09/timesofindia-copies-my-photograph.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is how Nidhi's picture got flicked by The Times of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt; examples you can see is local showrooms, photoshops where they have photos of many celebrities like film stars, cricketers, other less popular sports players like tennis etc to attract people. Such cases cant be reprimanded as the profit they make from such things is pretty meagre. They dont know what is &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;, thats one thing, also, if they are aware of it, they dont know how to give credit to the propreitery owner. We can ignore such cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another form of &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt; is what i'm gonna explain with an example in this paragraph. Can you call this &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;, i cant say but its kinda &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt; for me. If you can recollect, We had a detergent Nirma (Think it still does exist... dunno), which was quite popular till 90s. While a competitor called Nima comes in with almost same logo, same kinda size... almost identical to Nirma with some variants but with a lower price, people tend to take such things. Another example would be Nokla 95 available in National Market [ Bangalore ], compared to Nokia N95. Its features are almost same, some cases, better than Nokia N95 they say, but available at a price of Rs. 5000 when compared to 20 odd grands for N95. I think it as &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt; coz they are using the brandname of Nokia to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain my experience with &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;. I upload some funny pics on &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/"&gt;orkut.co.in&lt;/a&gt; and I do have many of my friends following it. Some of my friends, friends, flicked my pics and didnt even mention my name. One of my friend, noticed this and informed me, on asking that person, you know what he did? He made the photos private. Bugger! I dunno how many have done sucha thing but its common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to a lower scale, I dont mind people flicking my pics and posting it in their profile, but this can cause harm. If they use it to some criminal purpose? what can we do? What if they use our pic in some terrorists websites? Forget that, don't you think that it is robbery? In this internet world, its not that only tangible things can come under robbery. What if giants like TOI flick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of the remedies i can think of are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Develop a mechanism through which you can't save a picture. [ I've seen many sites that do not allow right click, dunno about the mechanism, but its easy].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clever people would take a snapshot using ksnapshot [linux] or Shift+Print Screen on Windows or through some software which allows you to take snapshots of the screen. Some sites even disable this. Mechanism they follow is unknown to me. Will search on it and let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place an ugly mark, or a watermark on pictures [if it is a photograph], this somehow would make the pic ugly and some of the readers might object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think of anything else? do comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any technical mechanism can be for and against it. There are softwares which can do wonder and do whatever you want with pics. If you comeup with a mechanism against &lt;span class="__mozilla-findbar-search" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;plagiarism&lt;/span&gt;, the plagiars would come up with another mechanism to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Its upto the flicker to mention the original author from the moral point of view, that would make both sides happy.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-9058944707565849273?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/9058944707565849273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=9058944707565849273' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9058944707565849273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9058944707565849273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/10/plagarism-views-on-it.html' title='Plagiarism - Views on it.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4067906365791961494</id><published>2008-10-01T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:01:29.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>leavingbangalore.com after leavebangalore.com</title><content type='html'>Things are getting a bit serious. Some funny guy started a prank of asking people as to why they want to leave Bangalore, someone has taken it seriously and has started another blog - leavingbangalore.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will again post my review on that website. That would be tomorrow. But right now, tell me what you feel about this? Taking serious of leaving Bangalore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4067906365791961494?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4067906365791961494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4067906365791961494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4067906365791961494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4067906365791961494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/10/leavingbangalorecom-after.html' title='leavingbangalore.com after leavebangalore.com'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1292165743496965973</id><published>2008-09-30T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:07:57.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>leavebangalore.com - a review.</title><content type='html'>Was headin towards Bangalore Central to meet one of my friend yesterday, had boarded a bus to Shivajinagar 252 i guess, coming from Peenya. Was standing... Turned on the radio. Dials were at 91.9 [after listening to Friday's Night Patrol, Geoffrey Thomas], some song was gettin played which i enjoyed after which an Ad had me dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 : I am leaving Bangalore...&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 : Enough! I'm leaving Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 : Oof! Thak gayi hoo mai! Jaa rahi hoo! Mai Bangalore Chodke jaa rahi hoo yaar!!&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 : Naan Hogtha iddini andre hogtha iddini! Bangalore bittu hogtha iddini naanu!&lt;br /&gt;Person 5 : Thats it! I'm packing my bags and leaving Bangalore!&lt;br /&gt;Chorus   : We are LEAVING BANGALORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Chorus : Why is everyone leaving Bangalore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a female voice comes up [the same female who performs for these orange properties ad] and says "Do you want to leave Bangalore too? log on to leavebangalore.com and tell us why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this is another ad coming after the 11:30 ban! You can see my take on that &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/08/ban-em-bang-em.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Decided that I'll go home and post a blog on this for sure. Once i was back home, I was busy with one of my cousin flyin to Germany, we had a get-together for that and couldnt much think of it. Was fast asleep by 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, i just thought of this and had logged on. Before that! I thought of checking whether we have any other blog for any of our other metros. I tried leavemumbai.com, leavedelhi.com, leavechennai.com. couldnt find any. I thought of having a look at the blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blog consists only two posts. first, which asks for the reasons behind people getting frustrated about Bangalore. Almost all of them are looking into this, due to which the second post doesnt gets its prominence. All the author wants to say is in the second post. Please do have a look into that. [ I dont want to list that post here! Go have a look yourself].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually has posted a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBGIQ7ZuuiU"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of Rick Astley which says the opposite of the domain name as well as the radio ad. this is a bit clever but many have fallen into the pit. Also those who support Bangalore, have not noticed the above fact and commented about others here. Right at this point of time, we have 195 comments for the first post and the second has only 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 have noticed excluding me. I'm the sixth one i guess. [ Not boasting hehe!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though many have commented about things how they feel are in Bangalore. They talk about everything. People being rude which i totally oppose, they bang the taxi drivers as well as the rickshaw drivers, the traffic, high cost of living, what not? Will post a seperate post on that after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do post your comments on that here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1292165743496965973?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1292165743496965973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1292165743496965973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1292165743496965973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1292165743496965973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/09/leavebangalorecom-review.html' title='leavebangalore.com - a review.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-8199690205201735400</id><published>2008-09-29T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:07:01.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>HNS, our High School Principal passes away...</title><content type='html'>All you Seshadripuram Boys' High Schoolites, FYKI, our Principal, H.N.Shivakumar Aaradhya is no more from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about his tenure in that institution butsurely he would have completed some 30 years teaching there. Though, students of SBHS have a mixed feelings towards him, I truly respect him for being our Principal during my tenure there. He was simplistic, though hard when it comes to handling issues with sturdy students. Many had nicknamed him which I shall not mention in this post atleast as it would disrespect him on his obituary post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason I called him simple is based on this incident. That was my 8th standard. I had to apply for my student pass provided courtesy B.T.S then, (now BMTC), school timings were over and almost everybody were home. I was late waiting for my sister to accompany me home, while I needed to attest my Principal's signature on the form provided by BTS, he was leaving and I went to him, asking him to sign the form. If it was any other Head Master, he would have surely sighed, would have asked me to come the next day to the office and get it done. He took the form, signed, asked about my details in a friendly way (Not as a Principal), smiled and took his way. This is one such incident i recollect remembering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to any of the lecturers of SBHS and ask who was the worst, of all classes, they would surely point to us, the 'B section'. Will post stories of high school as i recollect, but even H.N.S had this notion which makes us feel proud sometimes as well as bad sometimes. Thats a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also used to take classes. He was a science teacher, physics was his subject. He used to take only the 10th students. Nuclear physics was his topic. He taught well is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can't think of anything else of him.  Thats it for now. LHSRIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-8199690205201735400?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/8199690205201735400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=8199690205201735400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8199690205201735400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8199690205201735400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/09/hns-our-high-school-principal-passes.html' title='HNS, our High School Principal passes away...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-2760469029382861441</id><published>2008-09-25T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:53:35.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idea'/><title type='text'>Project 10 to the 100th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.project10tothe100.com/index.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is Google's new project where everybody can participate. Its so simple. Just give your idea and you're in the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just post your idea within October 20th 2008, who knows? It might get selected. How is the best idea selected? there is a voting, that starts on January 27th 2009. Finally, five ideas will be selected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info? click &lt;a href="http://www.project10tothe100.com/how_it_works.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your ideas in the link provided... also, post it in the comment if you wish... Well, I haven't thought of any idea as such! Will post once i think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it started....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-2760469029382861441?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/2760469029382861441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=2760469029382861441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2760469029382861441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/2760469029382861441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/09/project-10-to-100th.html' title='Project 10 to the 100th'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-617331527194748154</id><published>2008-09-15T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:04:17.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kannada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reservation'/><title type='text'>No Reservation in BMTC...</title><content type='html'>If you're in Bangalore and you have travelled in BMTC, you would have guessed what I'm talking about. Yes. Its the reservation they try in the city buses. If you're a regular traveller as me(also, arrogant), you would have seriously quarelled with atleast 10 people by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one such conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After boarding a bus in a heavily crowded bus terminus, you see a seat just three steps from the door. You run towards it to find a person reserving it for his friend, I just go there and sit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Bhaisaab! Hamaara friend bus 5 minite me aayega! idhar hee gaya he!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Idhar reservation, giservation nahi chalta he! Sideg hogayyo!&lt;br /&gt;He: Abe ye kya mazaak he kya? Mera friend aayega! Woh bolega?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kya badnekaayi bolega? Usko aane de! Mai baat karoonga! (Ellellindano bandbidthaare! Namge aawaaz haakthaare, thagad nann makklu)&lt;br /&gt;He: (Grumbles... and sits shuttin everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things you usually see in either Majestic or Market. This is pretty common. People who try to reserve are majorly from North India. I dunno whether its a custom over there. I see lot many people doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that others wont but comparitively less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those, few will quietly leave space for the person entering. Few will quarrel a bit, and if the second party is strong enough, shuts his mouth as in the afore mentioned conversation. Few like whom I mention now, will just keep their bags on the seat and quarrel as if its their inherent property. Here was the conversation what happened when I was carrying two hefty bags from K.R. Market while a marawadi family had placed a plastic bag on both the seats and had gone to have tea nearby, keeping an eye on their baggage through the window. I just went to the bus to find only that seat vacant, kept the bag of window seat beside and sat. By this time, one among those idiotic marwadi who had spent his considerable amount of life here came and started swearing right near the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marwadi: Abe tu saale! Kya diktha nahi? waha par bag rakha tha!&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh: Illi reservation illa! muchkond hogu!&lt;br /&gt;M: Kya bak raha hai? dikta nahi kya? waha par bag rakha hua tha!&lt;br /&gt;S: Kannada baralva nimge?&lt;br /&gt;M: Saale kya Kannad, vannad bol rahe ho?&lt;br /&gt;S: T#!k@ muchkond hogolo B*w@r$!! Ellellindo band ninge isht gaanchali irbekandre ille huttiro nangesht irbeda!&lt;br /&gt;[Not that he was not able to understand me, he continued speaking in Hindi]&lt;br /&gt;H: Saale! Ab tum bahar niklega ya nahi?&lt;br /&gt;S: Naan yaako horg hogli? kiththogiro nann makkla neeve horg hogi saayri!&lt;br /&gt;[Enter a female inside the bus and she asked me to get up, I denied, after which she called her husband, who is not the first marwadi and even he had the same attitude]&lt;br /&gt;M2: Abe humne reserve kiya tha! Aap utiye! [ A Bit sober ]&lt;br /&gt;S: Naan yaakri elli? Bekaadre conductor na keli.&lt;br /&gt;[M2 starts speaking in Kannada]&lt;br /&gt;M2: Nodi saar! Namdu illi ondh bag iththu. Naavu illi nimgintha munchene bandbittiddvi.&lt;br /&gt;S: Haag helakk hodre naanu ee bussalli ninne ne koothidde!  Adakken heltheera?&lt;br /&gt;M2: Sumne eli saar!&lt;br /&gt;S: Eega hogtheero? Illa conductor na kareebeko?&lt;br /&gt;[He knew that it was his fault, meanwhile M1 continued cursing from below, I didnt budge. After the humiliation, M2 and his wife started getting down and went down, with their luggage.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes, bus started moving. M1 took this as opportunity to curse with his whole heart and started cursing! While I reverted back with Kannada counterparts! The bus moved and that was the end of the story. You might not like me being so rude but one should be for such idiots. I simply can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are one such people who will never change their attitude. One big whole bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta say to those who reserve is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your friend/relative/whoever it is and you've boarded a seat in the bus, instead of reserving one more seat, leave your seat to them and you better stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come across any such situations? Let me know! What do you feel abt reservation in BMTC or any other metropolitan transport service? Post your thoughts. I know travelling in such systems, you should have atleast one such case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-617331527194748154?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/617331527194748154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=617331527194748154' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/617331527194748154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/617331527194748154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-reservation-in-bmtc.html' title='No Reservation in BMTC...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7562588064375194918</id><published>2008-08-12T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:17:21.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Ban 'em! Bang 'em!!</title><content type='html'>There is this newspaper called &lt;a href="http://www.mid-day.com/"&gt;mid-day&lt;/a&gt; which is specially meant for page 3 lovers as I can see. We get a free issue everyday at the office. Dunno whether they are making profit outa this. As the paper says, it is a paper which is released by the afternoon unlike most of the dailies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly go through the paper, but an &lt;a href="http://http//www.mid-day.com/news/2008/aug/110808dj-artists-musicians-protest-bangalore6.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; made me go through it yesterday. [11-Aug-2008]. Please have a look at the link provided. Here is &lt;a href="http://http//churumuri.wordpress.com/2008/08/12/life-is-the-chief-cause-of-death-do-we-ban-life/"&gt;another blogpost&lt;/a&gt; [which also came as a review in today's edition of mid-day] which supports the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you whats it all about. Recently the Bangalore Police have raised a ban on all shops and establishments to shut down their business within 23:30 due to security constraints. All the music enthusiasts along with DJs are protesting this move and this article covers the protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One says 'Give us our Bangalore back!!!' another DJ says 'Get me my job back', yet another says'Give us our rights back!' while another female plays a guitar in the crowd asking them to join her. You can say 'Bengaluru bleeding' on almost all of their attires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the blog post says 'Life is a chief cause of death, should we ban life?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! thanks for those slogans, but do you think they are valid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore is still the same [Barring the balding done by the influential people who are amongst this crowd], nothing has happened to its culture [Apart from the IT Intruders], There is no point in saying 'Give us our Bangalore back'. We had the 11 o' clock rule much before also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the poor DJ, Who has taken your job? You can perform well within 11:30 pm and be safe. I say the same thing to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain, but before, you PARTY ANIMAL, answer these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do you want to lift the 11:30 pm ban?&lt;br /&gt;2. Is that essential for you to dance everyday?? If yes, why can't you dance within 11 and go to sleep, so that you wont be late tomorrow to your work?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you want to dance even after 11?&lt;br /&gt;4. What provokes you to break the rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it whatever, I see only one reason you do such things is just to enjoy! Lemme explain you the problems with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You booze. Thats the major reason for all the criminal offense happening after 11. You misbehave once you are drunk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Its a nuissance which disturbs the rest.&lt;br /&gt;3. You drive after drinking which causes lots of accidents on the road (as well as off the road).&lt;br /&gt;4. In case you make new friends at the party, you try to go one step ahead than what you usually do with strangers which leads to lots of complexities.&lt;br /&gt;5. It becomes difficult for the police to handle you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I find it so illegal. These rave parties etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That post on &lt;a href="http://churumuri.wordpress.com/"&gt;churmuri&lt;/a&gt;, all I have to say is to have a look at this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn1ElbUumWQ"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. Just check out this video and how they misuse the freedom given to them. And that crap about MGR's rule and people coming to Bangalore to enjoy! What crap? its just plain BULLSHIT. Didn't get any better point yeah? And yes, dont compare life with your stupid partying. Its simple stupidity. Life is much more than partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once shocked to see people like Girish Karnad, Raghu Dixit in the protest. I'm wondering how can they protest on such a mean topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my views. Please comment with yours. Meanwhile, you can check my &lt;a href="http://asquarewholetheta.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-interesting-tool-by-google.html"&gt;another post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://google.com/insights/search/#"&gt;google insights&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://asquarewholetheta.blogspot.com"&gt;Abhiyantaru&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7562588064375194918?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7562588064375194918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7562588064375194918' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7562588064375194918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7562588064375194918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/08/ban-em-bang-em.html' title='Ban &apos;em! Bang &apos;em!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4286763729034327863</id><published>2008-08-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:46:53.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corporate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Incident with Tattoo Rani</title><content type='html'>Well, was thinking of writing something funny to find this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This belongs to the can't help it categories. Yeah! You got it right! About the female employees I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, had got a direct bus to Devarabisanahalli from Byatarayanapura. Unfortunately, I had got a window seat which can see backwards to the motion of the vehicle. i.e., If the bus is moving forward, I could see the people behind the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had crossed the Karthiknagara. Was heading towards Maraththalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Zen Estillo driven by a female. It was slow moving traffic. You know my hobbies. I watch things around be it a cart moving or a volvo. This female in the Zen Estillo was making faces to the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 minutes, the slow moving traffic turned to be a jam. This female seems to have strict time sense. She started her make up in the car. I started watching her keenly to just see what she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys wanna know the description about the girl, Sorry! I'm bad at those. You can consider her to be an average girl who looks like she is interested in parties in the first look. ( Atleast thats what I found I saw her first, Though I've come to a conclusion to not judge people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She applied lipstick, powdered herself and did things I can't explain. I dont find words for her appliances of makeup. Be it whatever, it went on for another 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still jam. She was cribbing about the traffic and started looking outside. Just for an instant she noticed me checking her out and started panicing. The first thing she did was to check whether her shirt is buttoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one thing I find females doing often. They judge majority of males in that sense though I wasn't doing what she thought in the least possible corner in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped staring at her after that and turned towards some other random thing. Five minutes passed and I saw her checking her shirt again. Damn!!! Just stop it! I'm not staring at you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes passed by and I noticed something which I aint supposed to see in her car. That car had the same parking stickers as of my company. Yappa devare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might have noticed me clearly as sun was bright that day. I couldn't see her face clearly as she had closed all her windows and her windsheild was tainted in the top. I now began to look at her as to recognise the face ( Whether she is someone i know ). Thank god! She wasn't. AFAIK, she belonged to some non-technical team as per my knowledge. Though, I had seen her in the office a couple of times, I didnt pay much attention towards her (As i do with majority of the females at work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jams cleared. She overtook our bus. I sighed. Got down at Devarabisanahalli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I saw her that afternoon at the cafeteria while having lunch. She was having lunch with her collegues all seem to be with her calibre. I noticed one thing. She usually wears sleeveless shirts and there is a tattoo on her left arm. My prediction of her being a party goer was confirmed with that to a major extent. (And more support came from eavesdropping I hear these days whenever I see her in the cafeteria, her talk will be somewhere around these areas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my self a pat on my back for my stupid judgement. Discussed this incident with Srinath and both of us, named her to be "Tattoo Rani". Hehehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have named many females with different names based on their action just for fun. Will come up with those stories soon. Keep waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do post your comments on this episode. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4286763729034327863?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4286763729034327863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4286763729034327863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4286763729034327863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4286763729034327863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/08/incident-with-tattoo-rani.html' title='Incident with Tattoo Rani'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3551684151130594049</id><published>2008-07-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:47:54.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Bomb blasts in Bangalore?</title><content type='html'>Well this might be an old news to you but, there are minor bomb blasts in the city today. Short n sweet, bombs exploded in 7-8 locations in the city of which some of them are Raja Ram Mohan Roy Circle, Richmond road, Adugodi, Madivala checkpost, sarjapura road, Nayandahalli junction, n what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of this blasts, those who got profited were the telecom operators wherein there were lot many calls landing in the city asking about the incident and the condition of their dear ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours are that these were due to SIMI (Student Islam..., Whatever, I dunno) along with the help of LeT (Lashkar e Toiba). Be it whoever, they claimed to have arrested a person regarding the blasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ask one thing, If you need a muslim country, why dont you go to one than converting this into one? You've got lot many, go to middle east! Creating lot of nuisance and problem to all the people around? Go get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that this post is not pointing to all muslims but to those who create such isues. Or does this have some background with the two week riots in the city of a pigs' head thrown into the mosque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Tit for Tat the only way? Why can't people be easygoers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people create havoc in such situations. All try to leave home early which again causes lotsa traffic. Unnecessary. Why can't one be calm as another usual day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many jams happening on my way back home. Walked from Mahadevapura to Tin Factory . I was faster than any vehicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were saying that Bangalore is a safer place to live in and by the intrusion of outsiders, I mean it! Outsiders. Non-Kannadigas, it is getting worse. Though it is still a safer place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop all such nuisance. Let this be the same city as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3551684151130594049?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3551684151130594049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3551684151130594049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3551684151130594049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3551684151130594049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/07/bomb-blasts-in-bangalore.html' title='Bomb blasts in Bangalore?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1389809244255249960</id><published>2008-06-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:25:25.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>In the medical stores...</title><content type='html'>Was searching for a tablet which is pretty rare in almost all medical stores. Thats available only selected stores. Been searching for this since almost 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appa was askin abt it every weekend but I was not able to find the store. Finally, I recollected the store I had last bought it from. I set myself to go there and get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to the store to find none there. Bending onto the desk, I found one girl (may be 7th standard at the max). I recollected myself sitting in the cash counter of our hotel. Instantly there was a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (me and akka) used to rush to hotel once we were done with our homework when we were studying in S.V.V.K ( a school in the neighbourhood). We had all the time in the world and did all sorts of things in the hotel as well as our old house. (Hale mane, which still exists besides the new airport road). We were sitting either in the cash counter or the black table at the end and playing things like the tic tac toe et al. Our regular customers were watching us play and were cheering us up sometimes. We didn't had anything else to do and were just wiling away our time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think even she was one such girl. I asked whether there were anybody in the store. She called the compounder who was in the midst of medicines to query as to what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the medicine. Payed the money and he gave it to the girl to give me the change. She is intelligent and naughty. The bill was 169/-, I had payed 200 bucks for which she returned with 30 bucks along with a 1 rupee chocolate. If it would have been elders, they would have given mint which I hate. She gives what she likes. She had given me a 1 rupee chocolate ( yeah! made outa chocolate) which I prefer over mint any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw a smile for the chocolate which even she returned. =). I returned from the store munchin the chocolate, recollecting my childhood days in our Hotel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1389809244255249960?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1389809244255249960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1389809244255249960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1389809244255249960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1389809244255249960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-medical-stores.html' title='In the medical stores...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-9049629205989413045</id><published>2008-05-31T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:22:58.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Throw a smile if you wanna get it done</title><content type='html'>Met &lt;a href="http://i-nihilist.blogspot.com"&gt;i7&lt;/a&gt; for the first time face-to-face yesterday along with susheem. We just spent time in discussing about random things. After the discussion, we decided to have something for our stomach. Went to adigas, had one onion dose and a coffee each and were going back to beagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susheem said that its time and he had to go home. At the same time, an auto-driver broke our attention. Here is the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto Driver - 'Saar! erad aivath idya?' (Sir, have you got two fifties?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh - Aivaththa?? Illa. Nodtheeni thadeeri. (Fifty? Nope! Wait, Lemme check?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[while i noticed that it was for a female... i7 may comment on this...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh - Onde aivathth ide. Ley nimm yaar hatranaadru innondh aivathth idyenro?  ( Have only one. Sisyas, have you got one more by any chance? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susheem - Nodtheeni thadi ( Wait, Lemme check...) [Fumbles in his billfold]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i7 - Aivathth paisa ide siva (I've got 50 paisa) [As if he is a big fan of 50 cent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the female watches us fumbling our wallets, is worried, (natural female instinct) and forcibly puts a mild smile on i7's PJ. This is what hurts. Bringing in an artificial smile to get your work done? Don't you think thats cheap? Now, you can't say that she might have smiled naturally. Nope! I've seen that and any one who saw it would surely recognize that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to give one twenty rupees note and three tens while i7 comes up with a fifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so happy for that. She got what she wanted. I handed out the notes in her hand in return to which she gave me a 100 rupee note and she vanished along with another "Thanks". Good that she has the courtesy to say that. The auto driver thanked again and I gave the change (20 + 10 *3) to i7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sush went to bus stop. It started raining. Myself and i7 started to continue our discussion under a building in front of Adigas and the female was walking in the drizzle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-9049629205989413045?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/9049629205989413045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=9049629205989413045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9049629205989413045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/9049629205989413045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/05/throw-smile-if-you-wanna-get-it-done.html' title='Throw a smile if you wanna get it done'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6323697788574850498</id><published>2008-05-27T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:09:29.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Failure @ Office, Successful @ home</title><content type='html'>This is regarding my transition of OS in both the localities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you abt the failure first. I've been recently shifted to another project at work. That project needs .net framework. I was using a linux box till last week for all my official purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that mono is compatible with .net which is being developed my Novell and tried installing mono on my machine at office. Its an RHEL 4 box for which the preferred method was to install yum, place the mono repository file under the yum.reposd directory and leave the rest to yum about the mono installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installing yum was a problem. The official yum site has newer versions of yum but has no page which contains the proper method to install yum. I struggled 2 days installing yum when my sys-admin anirudh helped me with using the cent-OS version of yum for mono installation. After an hour of research on that and re-creating the yum RPM for RHEL 4 repository, I successfully installed yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didnt stop. The actual problem arised here. After placing the mono.repo file under '/etc/yum.reposd' directory, my gateway was blocking yum from downloading the mono RPMs from ftp.novell.com. Oops. To deduce this it took me 1 hour but infortunately the solution was not known to me as my sys-admin refused to unblock all ports. ftp.novell.com was not accessible through FTP. We were able to successfully access the above site through http. After 4 long days of discussion with the network team of sys-admin team, They finally enabled it to know that the port that they are using is different from the usual. (I havent tried much. This is what my sys-admin told me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not able to download even after enabling the particular site. Anirudh suggested me to try red-carpet to install mono even though I said that its specific to novell. I tried it in front of him where the dependencies for that RPM increased nearly exponentially. We dropped that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even tried downloading the RPMs seperately ourselves and installing. This didnt work either. Poooooof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sys-admin seems to be a good innovative thinker. We have this USB modem from Tata-Indicom for all our laptop users. He suggested that why not we try installing mono though yum with this connection. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We faced one more problem here. That modem didnt have linux drivers along with its setup CD. What crap? We checked the tata-indicom site to know only that It has drivers for Windows as well as Mac OS X but not Linux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called up the customer care to find out that even they do not know how to make it work on Linux. Isn't Linux popular here? Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They escalated the call and replied that they would send a customer executive to resolve the issue, who came to our office after consulting me on saturday. He didnt knew what the problem was and was just sent with a fake reason to my office. After understanding the problem, even he said that he doesn't know the solution for this problem. He had tackled this once before but in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he would consult his seniors and lemme know the solution. After calling them, they said that they will consult their seniors to which the y replied with "There is a section on Linux in the user manual sent with the CD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final hope. We tried even that. i.e.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Login as root.&lt;br /&gt;2. insert the USB modem.&lt;br /&gt;3. run wvdialconf /etc/wvdial.conf&lt;br /&gt;4. this should detect the modem and alter the afore mentioned conf file.&lt;br /&gt;5. We need to edit the above file (wvdial.conf) to change the phone number, user name as well as password to #777, internet and internet respectively.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add one more line to the file at the end with the entry&lt;br /&gt;stupid mode = 1&lt;br /&gt;(How correct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. try wvdial now to check the internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Press ctrl - c to end the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the network connection was successful but was damn slow. slower than the dial up connection. I waited 30 minutes to connect to google but in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made us dropout even this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with my activities since two weeks, my manager was angry with my performance. He asked me to not waste any time installing mono and wanted me to go with a dual boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, never in my office PC have I installed Windows. I hated that. I always wanted to work with LINUX. This seemed like failure to me (Though I spent two full days on the name of installation of Windows, Linux and its utilities, good reason to enjoy atleast on these causes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due process, I lost all my official mails sent throughout 2.8 years of my career here. My manager is on leave. Dunno what will be his reaction on this... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether this constitutes to what I call failure at office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lemme quickly finish this post as to why I'm successful at home. All at home were used to windows at home. I had downloaded the brand new Fedora 9 (as of today, this is the latest version of Fedora, nicknamed Sulphur). Today I was able to solve the major problem of network connection as I've explained it &lt;a href="http://asquarewholetheta.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-tale-with-setting-network-connection.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have windows installed on my PC. Its fast, error free to a large extent and virus, worm free which makes me like Linux more for the moment being. There are lot many to mention it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll find something better at office and good things continue at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6323697788574850498?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6323697788574850498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6323697788574850498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6323697788574850498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6323697788574850498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/05/failure-office-successful-home.html' title='Failure @ Office, Successful @ home'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7791912203394052939</id><published>2008-05-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:34:49.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Neerasa...</title><content type='html'>That evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had called almost all of my friends to meet. None of them turned up. Some were busy watching cricket, some were not interested, some had important work, some were reluctant, some didn't pick up my cal, some were busy with their girlfriends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, everyone had their own reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone somewhere with my family members, atleast a few of them if not all. Appa was busy in the hotel, amma was busy with the house chores, Akka had been to her office, rest were busy with their own business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set myself outa home that evening, not knowing where i'm going. Had my daily pass with me which I had taken that morning. Just boarded a bus. Didn't even saw the route. Got down at some random stop. Roamed a lot there. I shall not mention the location coz that would make this post more specific. I want this to be more abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be expecting something happened that day. Nope! Nothing exactly happened. I just roamed in some unknown location, took another bus to some other unknown location and continued that way till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my mind, this explains me the beauty as well as the simplicity of life. Some of you might curb saying whats the big deal in this? I dunno why but this makes me experience something simple, something divine for that particular moment I think of this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7791912203394052939?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7791912203394052939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7791912203394052939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7791912203394052939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7791912203394052939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/05/neerasa.html' title='Neerasa...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-506269650041996733</id><published>2008-04-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:25:14.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Its Britney(,) Bitch!!??</title><content type='html'>Well, myself, Sri, Rup and Bik were sittin in the outdoor cafeteria havin a coffee break. It was a table for 6. Aru and Sun were missing. Might be they were with their SET batch. Lemme explain you how we sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was two tables joined together which made it a table for six. Along the length of it, we can place two seats on either side, which accommodated four seats. One along the breadth of the table. That added two seats which totally made it six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rup were sitting on either side of the length. So we had a seat in front of us empty. Imagine this. Sri was sittin to my left and Bik was sittin to the left of Rup. This is not how we sit most of the time but I dunno the reason behind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes passed while a familiar figure was chatting in the table in front of us. She was visible only to me and Sri and we kept starin as to why she was here. She saw us staring and just after another minute, she came to our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! You guessed it right! It was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Britney_Spears"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/a&gt;. Wondering what she was doing here. Whom was she talking?? I dunno. I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the conversation between us. I wonder why the rest in our table were dumb. They were hardly talking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney : Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh : Sandesh. (Extending my hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shook hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Wazzup?? Whats goin on the hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Nothing. Was just wondering what you were doin here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I just noticed that she had dressed decent enough to be in India. Was confused enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Just checkin out things in India. Wanna be frenzz ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : Why not? I dont mind being frenz with anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Cool!! I love makin new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just chatted for another 10 minutes. I can't recollect the whole of conversation now. I still dunno why the rest were mum(Atleast why Bik was so silent??). We got up to continue with our work. Even she came to wash her hands. After that, I just thought of clickin a photo with her. While she was crazy for that. She posed. I handed my cell to one of my collegue to take the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I woke up!!! I was like "WHAT THE HECK IS GOIN ON????". Just checked the time. It was 2:30 AM. Good! They say that dreams at dawn(Munjaane Kanasu in Kannada) come true. Thank god, it was not. I just checked myself. Was sweating like anything. Couldn't make out things for say 10 minutes. Was in some other world thinking what was happening around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good that the dream didn't continue. Ooof! I don't wanna be another Adnan Ghalib or J.R.  Rotem or some other stupid person! (Thinking way too forward. Just to add onto the humor. Hehe!!). Now let the analysis of the dream be later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/02/dream-that-i-cant-forget.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; would be my first and only post on dreams in my blog. Coz, I hardly get any dreams. Though psychiatrists may rule this out saying that every person dreams. As I mention in that post, I sleep to the fullest extent so that dreams would not be in my memory once i wake up. This post breaks that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't sleep for another two hours. I'm no bloggomaniac who just posts things as and when he gets an idea of the post. I was lazy enough not to do that. I thought I'll blog it out this morning and thats what I'm doing right now. Those two hours I was thinking of the dream and the points to add onto this post. What else will you do at that time? I just decided upon the title based on her song, "Gimme more..." (Thats the only song i recollect of her that time. I dunno any other song of hers, other than "Baby, one more time...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of giving a label 'Celebritney' to this post. But decided with Celebrity as I wouldn't get much of Britney dreams. (Well, hope so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't come outa that dream for another half an hour. Wondering why I dealt with her that way at the end. Got down by 3:30, washed my face. Was relieved to some extent. Couldn't sleep until 4:30. Woke up by 9 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might curb that we live in the US and didn't have an opportunity to see her. (Many of you wouldn't care for that. I know), Now here are the facts on why i got that dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.at40.com/"&gt;AT40&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Seacrest"&gt;Ryan Seacrest&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://radioindigo.fm/"&gt;Indigo&lt;/a&gt;. He just interviewed many people among which Britney was one. Her interview was goin on while I stopped as I came to see the movie Mr.Garagasa in tribhuvan along with my family. That thing might have triggered my mind. Half done things trigger the mind??? To support this fact, Seacrest had also interviewed Nelly, which I heard completely. He didn't come in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As to why the place was the outer cafeteria in our office, That is still under construction and is open to us from Monday. Somewhere in a part of the my mind, this random fact might have helped my mind to yearn this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After the dream, I realized why my collegues were not speaking to Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why did the dream stop while I decided to take the pic? Say, If I had taken the pic, that should have been in my camera album right? Probably mind is not ready to accept that this shall not happen. It might feel bad to know that it was a dream and hence, it had stopped the instant the photo was about to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I said I'd been to the movie. After that I had a hefty meal and lots of water before that. I usually do not take water once I start my meal for another hour or so. Yeaterday, I felt very thirsty and had to take water just after finishing my meal. Even after coming home. I drank lots of water and slept immediately. This might be the reason for the sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are some of the facts I thought of. You may add on more if you have any. Well now I'm laughing at the dream like anything. Hope this is the last post on dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-506269650041996733?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/506269650041996733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=506269650041996733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/506269650041996733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/506269650041996733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-britney-bitch.html' title='Its Britney(,) Bitch!!??'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6852373784436230771</id><published>2008-04-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:24:21.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>A monologue in the bus.</title><content type='html'>Had just got a seat near Tin factory. 7:40 pm, It was a bit crowded, less of light, couldn't open the book to read. Was just sitting idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes passed while a person behind me gets a call. Here goes the conversation. (Monologue for me, as I couldn't hear the other side.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note here that based his replies, i would frame my own questions from the other side that would have been probably asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other person : Whats up dude?? how are you doin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person : Right now in a pathetic condition. In a third grade bus. Sweating like hell. What will a person get working in a big MNC get? ( Dunno why he told that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O : Why what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Now what else will a 'kin Indian get?? (Tell me what to do with this Idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O : Again, what happened? Whats wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Dude, I'm &amp;amp;*cked up with this &amp;amp;*ckin job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This person is suffering from slangs like 'Dude, &amp;amp;*ck,...'. They think they are great if they use those words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued the jargon of hating his job, cursing it to the fullest extent. I thought of posting the full conversation here but It would just lengthen the post and add no value to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the gist. This person is one among those who not just hate their job but also their country. They just want everything on their side no matter what happens to the rest. He was curbing that he travels 70 kms everyday in bus and he is sick of that. He hates BMTC, Bangalore, Traffic, his job, India everything. People around were just staring at him. No one daring not daring to speak to him. He comes somewhere from Mayuri near Sanjaynagar and his office is somewhere near silkboard. Stupid guy, takes ring road while he can take a route inside the city to shorten it. Or if he is so bugged up, why shouldn't he shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person on the other side should also be blamed. He should not have allowed him to speak like this. By his accent, I could make out that he is a malayali. I'm not blaming the whole of malayali gang with this but the outsiders are the major ones for the condition here in Bangalore. Just for their sake, rising population, we are sacrificing many things here and they don't care a damn for it. Once again, here I'm not blaming all of the outsiders but the majority of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government has acquired land for widening of roads after Hebbal flyover towarsd BIA. Now, they have decided to acquire more land for Metro. What should the people there do?? where should they go? They cut down trees, imbalance the environment of Bangalore. Sparrows flew outside Bangalore for the mobile revolution here in the city. Bangalore is getting more and more barren. For Whose sake????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought of blogging out about that person, but it is heading in a direction which i didn't intend. Will blog out the original content some other day. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6852373784436230771?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6852373784436230771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6852373784436230771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6852373784436230771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6852373784436230771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/04/monologue-in-bus.html' title='A monologue in the bus.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-331568002534559304</id><published>2008-04-15T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:37:42.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Munduvarida Naay kathe...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the responses. Here it continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the bus. At that time, you get a bus once in 10 minutes. Though the traffic will not reduce. I was disturbed by the movements of this dog. As predicted by &lt;a href="http://i-nihilist.blogspot.com"&gt;i7&lt;/a&gt;, it saw a female dog on the other side of the road and was interested in doing things which i wish not to disclose here. It was waiting for an opportunity to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tried many a times but in vain. We humans have blocked the free movements of other living beings for our convenience. We've forgot that its even their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my bad luck, I didn't get a bus after 10 minutes. Meanwhile the dog showed some courage in crossing the road, it went ahead. As perdicted by &lt;a href="http://www.enidhi.net"&gt;enidhi&lt;/a&gt;, A Tata Sumo was speeding at 70 kmph, on seeing this dog, he applied brakes. Good driver. Many just move over them. He just stopped 20 cm behind the dog which had also stopped. It ran back to this side of the road. Even the dogs are used to such situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 3 minutes, the road was relatively vacant, the dog was able to cross the road successfully. It stood on the other side of the road watchin at its Dovv! It started moving towards the female. The original Dovv of the female dog, sprang up from nowhere and started to chase the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog might be a new one in the locality. May be newly joined. Surprised by the attack, It started running, followed by the local dog. Both of them vanished below the flyover, while I saw a 402D, in the bus stop. Boarded it, came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did our dog date with the female?? or was it chased outa the locality by the bully?? Even I dunno. Looking at the chase, I feel the second thing would have happened. Or did they become friends?? Dunno. It gave me a nice topic to blog. Hope it brought a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-331568002534559304?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/331568002534559304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=331568002534559304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/331568002534559304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/331568002534559304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/04/munduvarida-naay-kathe.html' title='Munduvarida Naay kathe...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4658868522266106444</id><published>2008-04-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:09:24.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><title type='text'>Ondhu Naayiya kathe...</title><content type='html'>Was  waiting at hebbal bus stand at 10:25. It was another hectic day's work. Finished that day's work and started by 9:20 at Devarabisanahalli. Reached Hebbal at 10:20. Came to the bus stand where buses to Yelahanka arrive and was waiting where I saw this stray dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MeSandesh/R_5U9lnAovI/AAAAAAAAALg/4m7u_2CcmwE/DSC01768.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MeSandesh/R_5U9lnAovI/AAAAAAAAALg/4m7u_2CcmwE/DSC01768.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone imagine the story of the dog?? As in what it was doing? Come up with a story on it and I'll let you know what happened to it. Waiting for your valuable responses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4658868522266106444?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4658868522266106444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4658868522266106444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4658868522266106444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4658868522266106444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/04/ondhu-naayiya-kathe.html' title='Ondhu Naayiya kathe...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/MeSandesh/R_5U9lnAovI/AAAAAAAAALg/4m7u_2CcmwE/s72-c/DSC01768.JPG?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1990629165570803973</id><published>2008-03-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:40:47.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth hour</title><content type='html'>Just do your bit. Try switching off the lights beside you by 8 o' clock tomorrow i.e., 29th March 2008 for an hour and try making a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link - click &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1990629165570803973?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1990629165570803973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1990629165570803973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1990629165570803973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1990629165570803973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-do-your-bit.html' title='Earth hour'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-269463789262877239</id><published>2008-03-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:56:41.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><title type='text'>Being an RJ \m/</title><content type='html'>You might be wondering when did I become one, Well here is the complete story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tryst with FM continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday, on my way back home, as usual, was listening to FM. tuned into &lt;a href="http://www.big927fm.com/"&gt;Big. 92.7&lt;/a&gt;. One of my favorite. As I would've told you guys, my post on Radio FM channels, is still in the design state. Will be out ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Deepu time, (Between 5-9), he is pretty casual, jovial. Just like nimm pakkada mane huduga(Friendly Neighborhood RJ, Hehe, Indeed I  had one Deepu in my neighborhood, not an RJ) It was 8, and as always he had a question answering which he had some gifts to be won. The moment i tuned in, he just quoted the question and played some songs. I didnt knew what was the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was 'Life alli heg bindaasaagirbeku? (Whats makes to be jovial in Life?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a Boing(Aikka, idea banthu!!) in my mind and replied the moment it struck me. "Bindaasaagirbekandre Life alli expectations ittkondirbaardu. (To be jovial, one shudnt expect anything from life)" and just forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8:15, 8:30 and there was no response. I thought, this one would be another crap answer I gave and continued listening to radio. 8:45, it was Moda Modalu on air from the movie Uyyale ( which you can hear exclusively only on Big, you won't even get a CD in the stores) and a call Interrupted me while I was in a heavily crowded bus at Karthik Nagar. The bus had just stopped and it was an unknown number. I got down presuming that it would be RJ Deepu. to my surprize, it was! Here goes the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ Deepu : Hello Sandesh, Idu RJ Deepu antha Big FM kade inda.&lt;br /&gt;Sandesh : Ha! Heli Deepu. Call maadidralla Khushi aaythu.&lt;br /&gt;D: Elliddira?? Jor shabdagalu kelsatha ide?? Enfull jagala nadeetha idya?&lt;br /&gt;S: Illappa! Bussalliddini. Nillsthu! 1 Nimsha ildbidtheeni thadeeri.&lt;br /&gt;D: Ayyo, bussella iliyoshtu important alla kanri callu. Maneg hogri parwagilla. Ishtella scene bekiththa?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ayyo, saavra bus baraththe siva! Heli en samachara?&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh! olledu. On air thogollokkintha munche, ondh maathu. Naale saayankaala namm studio ge barakkagaththa?&lt;br /&gt;S: (I dint knew this at all! was dumbstruck!) Ha?? en heltha iddira? Nange RJ kelsa maadi ondh naya paisa abhyaasa illa. Heng nadskodli?&lt;br /&gt;D: Ayyayyo, neevobbre iralla. Naanu pakkadalle irtheeni. Barakkagaththa?&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh! neevu pakkadalle irtheera?? maththinnenu?? nimmanna nodid haage aagaththe! Bartheeni nadeeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took the call on air, which some of you might have listened. I just repeated my answer given and he announced that I'll be co-hosting the show. Details will be given to me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined that I can do this. I started messaging my friends that I'll be co hosting a show on Air with Deepu. Most of them were shocked and were happy for me. I could make it from their voice. Thought of informing all once I get the details about the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited till 10:30 but in vain. He didnt call me back. Thought he'll call tomorrow, switched off my cell, started charging it and lied on but didnt get my sleep till 1. dont worry, I wasn't thinking about the show. I just didnt have my sleep till 1. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, to check if I got any message as i got from &lt;a href="http://radioindigo.fm/"&gt;Radio Indigo&lt;/a&gt;. There were none except MyToday messages. Finished my Praathah Karma, parsed the newspaper once, solved SuDoKu along with Dad, had my haircut early on Mom's compulsion. Had my bath to find a missed call on my cell. It was Susheem. I set out myself to meet him. As many of you know, he is one among those whom I meet almost every weekend. He was busy that evening and we planned to meet early. Yogi, a.k.a Slomotion also joined us @ beagles. we chatted for sometime and Susheem had to leave. 1:15. We had a cup of coffee at newly set, Guruprasad, Malleshwara and roamed here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2, yogi and I were on our way to Hallimane to finish our lunch when I got a call from Deepu. I had to be there by 4:30. He gave the details and I informed virtually all of those whom I'm in contact with. I was boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished eating Akki rotti, Yogi wished me good luck and set back to home. I took my bus to Majestic from Link Road. Reached majestic by 2:45. Anand Rao circle was captivated by BJP leaders which made us to take the unusual route to K.R Circle via Racecourse road. We were there at K.R. Circle by 3:30. FM gave me company which I need not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Koramangala by 4:10, I found the office in no time as Koramangala ( To some extent almost the whole of Bangalore), is quite familiar to me. went to Ganapathi Devasthana nearby and I was at the studio exactly by 4:30. I was greeted by the watchman saying that Deepu is already on his show. (he must be new). I was listening to Rapid Rashmi at that instant. I explained him the reason I came and waited for Deepu's response. I was asked to  feel comfy at the terrace. Met Deepu by 4:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not tell much about what I did on the show. Briefed about blogging in general, my blogs in particular, my interests, my songs on the whole, everything revolved around me for  an hour on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really a good experience to be on air. I was a bit hesitant in that perspective but everything changed once I stepped into the console. You feel so comfortable, All thanks to Deepu. (No matter how many times i express this, it'll fall short of the mark).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When songs were getting played on air, we discussed about general things. We shared our thoughts. Remember, he has pretty solid links with Sandlewood (Kannada film industry, and i gotta know lots of interesting as well as shocking facts about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of the show was to fool people and make them happy by letting them know about it. It was my turn that day to give a number whom he can fool around with. Most of them were listening to the show and I had to select one whom I hadn't informed. I browsed through my phone book to pick Koli Manja( ECE topper, NMIT, 2005). That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole got some idea about how things go on Radio, how will things be, more than all of them, met Deepu, enjoyed to the fullest which makes this experience memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was given a Schwarzkopf shampoo as a gift of rememberance. I took a pic of us together where I have come like Kumaraswamy (As recognized by a shopkeeper in Bangkok bazaar, where I'd been to get my mobile covered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/MeSandesh/R90gCDymXjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E6Xhb9EJ15k/DSC01773.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/MeSandesh/R90gCDymXjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E6Xhb9EJ15k/DSC01773.JPG?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!! I dont mind how bad I come. I happy for what made that photo happened. Happy for me, happy for Deepu, Happy for Big FM. ( getting unnecessarily sentimental, just mentioning it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got many calls from all sides wishing me that the show was good. once again, all credits goes to Deepu. It feels great to be an RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to him and the time I spent, being an RJ along with him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-269463789262877239?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/269463789262877239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=269463789262877239' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/269463789262877239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/269463789262877239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-rj-m.html' title='Being an RJ \m/'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-751789055458703268</id><published>2008-03-05T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:54:15.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Benglooranna ondonde kade mundaaystha iddare!!</title><content type='html'>Literally translates to "They are balding Bangalore gradually". ( Note : Balding is a term I take from &lt;a href="http://nychthemeron.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shruthi&lt;/a&gt;, from one of her &lt;a href="http://nychthemeron.blogspot.com/2008/02/balding.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics which i took on this Saturday. I was about to meet my friends in Majestic and hence I took a bus to Majestic which went all over Cunningham Road to bypass the Guttahalli BDA junction. I just reached the High Grounds to see this pathetic view. I don't have the pics to show its previous beauty. I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87YSXh-5wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QxTMnUDZ5fo/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87YSXh-5wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QxTMnUDZ5fo/s400/DSC01735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174310831961073410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87ZL3h-5zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L_htRpPXows/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87ZL3h-5zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L_htRpPXows/s400/DSC01738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174311819803551538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87Y43h-5yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O9etKCLHUvc/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87Y43h-5yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/O9etKCLHUvc/s400/DSC01737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174311493386037026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87Yr3h-5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MJclhW2tXWI/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87Yr3h-5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MJclhW2tXWI/s400/DSC01736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174311270047737618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87ccXh-53I/AAAAAAAAAEw/BkQNxORAwJc/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87ccXh-53I/AAAAAAAAAEw/BkQNxORAwJc/s400/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174315401806276466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just check the below photograph, you can observe that 'The Le Meredian' previously  'Holiday Inn' of Bangarappa, has not been touched. They cut down trees but do not touch  private buildings. They may demolish the public buildings like the Bala Brui Guest house right opposite to the High grounds police station but not the so called posh Hotels like 'The Le Meridian'. I don't know one thing, Don't they have the basic understanding that they can re-build any building to any extent but the are impotent to grow trees of that mammoth shape?? Dont they have common sense?? Let them demolish the buildings and be eco-friendly. Nope! They won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87ZVnh-50I/AAAAAAAAAEY/C4SQZ2uRGFY/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87ZVnh-50I/AAAAAAAAAEY/C4SQZ2uRGFY/s400/DSC01739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174311987307276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?? Its just because that the owners of these hotels would have dumped their money into the hands of these stupid politicians and those idiots would sanction any of their orders in a godly manner. Poor creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one Idea, dunno how many agree to it. Let them retain the trees and demolish only the buildings. That would retain the beauty of Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87bUXh-51I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hQISYtVSYYE/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87bUXh-51I/AAAAAAAAAEg/hQISYtVSYYE/s400/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174314164855695186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see in the above pic, they are busy playing Golf. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87b0nh-52I/AAAAAAAAAEo/NYUUzIfo7AI/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87b0nh-52I/AAAAAAAAAEo/NYUUzIfo7AI/s400/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174314718906476386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more contractor giving a finishing to the Arch for his apartment. Doesn't he know that that part would be acquired for the expansion of the road or has he given ransom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, they are giving a major blow to Bangalore. Major hit is to its Greenery. I cannot think of any other thing which can stop this other than government taking any action on this. Do you have any better idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-751789055458703268?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/751789055458703268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=751789055458703268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/751789055458703268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/751789055458703268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/03/benglooranna-ondonde-kade-mundaaystha.html' title='Benglooranna ondonde kade mundaaystha iddare!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/R87YSXh-5wI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QxTMnUDZ5fo/s72-c/DSC01735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-4133919611394438297</id><published>2008-02-19T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:57:10.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stroll'/><title type='text'>On a lonely Sunday night...</title><content type='html'>February 3rd 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day's long work! (9:45 AM to 10:45 PM), I set myself to get back the so called home (Place where I sleep and get ready to office =( ). My collegue Suneet accompanied me till the bus stand when it was 10:55. We waited for a bus. Didnt get one at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited till 11:15 to get a cab. He said, He'll stop at Airport. I was not in a mood to board it. My mind was telling me that I'll get a bus somehow. I didnt want to take risk. Also, Suneet forced me to board the cab. I took it. He got down at Vimanapura entrance by 11:25. He asked me to come to his home and stay for that night which I clearly denied (not because of ego, I really don't know why!!!) It takes no time to reach anywhere at that point of time. I got down @ the arrival junction of HAL airport just to find that I need to pay 10 bucks to the driver. I hesitated but unfortunately, I didn't have change. Had to give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11:30. I thought of waiting for the bus. A weird thought came to my mind. There will be less buses at this point of time. Let me walk till I get a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Murugesh Palya in no time. may be 3 minutes. Cooooool!! Lemme check how long I walk. I walked on n on n on ..... Was accompanied by many police constables and drunkards on my way( Also dogs! =)). Reached NAL main gate to find a Bus pass by. I ran to the next bus stop but couldnt keep up with the speed of the bus. I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal. I continued walking. Crossed the Airport road flyover. Crossed Domlur. I have to mention the one thing that gave me company all the way till home. FM. All channels. I kept changing channels. It is such a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more buses passed by at the military school. Same thing. They didn't stop for me. Took the way to MG road instead of the richmond road junction. While I reached Trinity circle, A bus stopped for me. It was heading to Majestic. I was the lone passenger along with the conductor and obviously, the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Majestic by 12:30 to find that the last bus to Yelahanka by 12:15 has left. Was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay at majestic. Just can't think of it. Continued my walk. The police constables were watching me like a thief. I kept walking like an innocent school student with a bag on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Anand Rao Circle, which was pretty busy even at that time ( people were busy waiting for their late night bus to a remote location, many were having their supper.) A few people stared at me like I am willing to have food with them. I went on. ( Need not mention...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Shivananda to find a biker stop for me. (12.40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biker - Ell hogbeku saar? ( Where are you heading Sir?)&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yelahanka.&lt;br /&gt;Biker - Banni mekhri circle thanaka drop maadtheeni. Yaak isht late aagi office bittri? (Come! I'll drop you till Mekhri Circle, why did you leave your office so late? what took you so long?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued chatting. He said that I shouldn't have taken a bus to majestic. Should have taken a bus to Shivajinagar where I get lots of cabs. I didn't want to take a cab. I prefer walking. I really enjoy it. He dropped me @ mekhri square by 12:45. took a right turn to R.T. Nagar I guess. I thanked him for the favor and he replied, "Bidi saar! Namgu ee thara yaavaththadru aagaththe!(Leave it Sir! Even we will be in the same position some other day.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid him farewell. Dunno how! I get into contact with such people. Good to meet them. Keep meeting them quite often. Continued walking. Meanwhile I got say 3-4 calls from home asking my current location. I lied my mom that I got a bus. Even my sister. Just to calm down the situation. "Na bhruyaath satyamapriyam"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.50. Came to Gangenahalli. Was welcomed by the barking of my old friends. Wild dogs. you see, even they are afraid of us. They just bark from a very far off distance, they are afraid that we may carry some batton to hit 'em. I must mention three dogs which were just a feet ahead of me who were silently listening to the barkin of their fellow comapnions, not finding any reaction on my face or my body language,(may be they found a indifferent, concerned Sandesh there) started staring at me sympatheticaly. Even they understand human emotions. (They say, Dog is the best friend of man, Dunno how true it is). Those three dogs, and the expression on their faces cannot be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00, Helped by dogs, I crawled further to Veterinary College, when my mom called me back again, I consoled her that I would be home by 20 minutes at the max. The stretch of veterinary college to Hebbal is usually terrorized by the Dagaars of Veterinary College. I think their shift was over, I found no one at that time. Thanks. Reached Hebbal by 1:13. My dad had called to ask my location status. I said I'll be there in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:15, was in a dilemma to take the flyover or the road below. At the same time, I found two workers (Kaat workers), coming to me with Rods @ Hammers. No, dont get the impression that they are rowdies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to me and asked, "Time eshtanna?" (Whats the time Bro?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed by their speaking Kannada. Appreciate them. I said, "Ondu Ippaththu" (1:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who was pretty okay with Kannada understood, the other asked, "Enu? Enu??" for which the former replied "Onnu iruvadu da".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : "Anna, illi railway station elli baraththe??" (Brother, what is the route to Railway station?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : "Nodi, heege kelage hogi. Railway track sigaththe. Alle balakke thirugidru aagaththe, illandre swalpa munde hogi Ring road ge hogi!" balakke thigugi kolli. Haage hogtha iri. 5 nimsha nadkond hogi! Nimge Railway station sigaththe." (Just told them the route)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 &amp;amp; P2 : "Thumba thanks anna!" ( Thanks a lot brother!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno one thing. People use Thanks more easily than Dhanyavaada or olledu. If we use either of them, i seems odd to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, I thanked them and continued over the flyover. Was greeted once again by the police chowkiright atop the hebbal railway track. They noticed I'm a college stud. Didn't come to question me. I continued. Was just opposite to Shani devasthaana to find an Omni stop for me. He asked my whereabouts, felt pity for me and asked me to board the car. I agreed. He works for a garment factory in Jakkur and was returning after dropping his Boss home. We just spoke for 3 minutes to reach Byatarayanapura. I thanked him and walked my way home. He responded in a humble fashion and continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my dad waiting for me at the gates of my house. =). Explained him everything, had my food, Slept, to finish one of my wonderful experience walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*Quote taken from Kalidasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-4133919611394438297?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/4133919611394438297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=4133919611394438297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4133919611394438297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/4133919611394438297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-lonely-sunday-night.html' title='On a lonely Sunday night...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3942548929257112632</id><published>2008-01-09T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:12:57.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegitarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hinduism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>What makes you vegitarian?</title><content type='html'>This post is the result of a discussion with two of my collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of Salarpuria Soft Zone (SSZ). We used to go for a walk on the big terrace of Wing A of SSZ. Either we used to walk there or go down, walk till Bellandur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking one day on the terrace. Myself and Das, when even Bikas joined. Three of us were just discussing about something. Always the discussion starts from some small topic, may be a rubbish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things rolled out to carbohydrates and proteins and from that to vegitarian and non vegitarian. One doesn't need a topic to start and stick on to it. It rolls on to something totally unrelated to the started topic and ends up in totally a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them were Non Vegitarians, NV for short. Discussion got heated up. Though I dont recollect the whole conversation, here are a few excerpts. One might find this discussion too immature or too irrelevant. Please put in your thoughts on it if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : What may be the reason for the brahmanas to not eat non-veg?&lt;br /&gt;S : Tell me why they should?&lt;br /&gt;B : To taste it. Its good to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;S : Is it good to eat non veg by killing them?&lt;br /&gt;D : Come on! don't give me that reason. The so called vegitarians are no better in killing. They kill plants.&lt;br /&gt;S : (After thinking a while) Hey! You can't call it killing. They do not respond. They are relatively dumb. Its better to eat vegitables than killing an animal and eating it.&lt;br /&gt;B : Killing is killing! Right??&lt;br /&gt;S : Come on! Find the difference. Plants do not respond when you kill them.&lt;br /&gt;B : How do animals respond?&lt;br /&gt;S : They cry. Blood gushes outa their body.&lt;br /&gt;D : FYI, plants do have their own kinda liquid for their growth. They do respond in all ways. Only thing is that they are immovable. Only difference between animals and plants is that animals can move but plants can't.&lt;br /&gt;B : Plants do have life right? Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;S : Yes I do. We Indians worship plants. We cut plants only for food only when it is necessary. We grow more plants than you breed animals for eating purposes. The degree of selfishness is less when compared among them.&lt;br /&gt;D : Lemme give you another example for the response plants give. Play some heavy metal song continuously near the plant. It will die within a day or two. Play some Indian Classical music, You'll find it growing in a faster pace in a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;S : All those facts I do agree.  What I strongly oppose is the cruelity in killing an animal.&lt;br /&gt;B : Killing a plant in that sense is more cruel. You are killing a helpless creature where as we are killing something which can help itself by running. There are chances where it can escape.&lt;br /&gt;S : Somehow I don't buy the idea that killing plant is a crime. There should be a valid scientific reason behind preferring to have plants than animals.&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on and on and on...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile there are few theories which &lt;a href="http://ankur-writes.blogspot.com"&gt;Ankur&lt;/a&gt; has pointed out in one of my posts' comments wherein people used to have meat (Beef) even in India. There might  be proofs to it but I haven't verified it yet. Though there are also rumors that Hinduism bought the idea of vegitarianism from the Jainism. Dunno how true it is or how credible it is? ( Might be a story wound by jains to have an upper hand over Hinduism). There are some jains who don't even have vegitables like carrot, onions, potatoes( Those are roots ) so that it is eaten by earth (Enjalu in Kannada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks back, an idea struck my mind which would have been the probable reason???!! Plants do not excrete something which is rejected by humans. They breathe out oxygen at day times and apart from that, I don't see anything rejected by plants. ( Don't tell me leaves n fruits).&lt;br /&gt;When compared, animals do excrete. This might also be one of the major reason behind not having meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the killing of animals and plants, it is only a century before that we(Indians only) scientifically proved that Plants do have life in them. Though the ancient people would have known this, they used to worship plants( We get lots of evidence in puranas where people used to worship trees and plants). Even if we don't consider that ancients wouldn't have known this, we considered that plants do not have life and having them is no cruelity. (This point is just for justification purposes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pour in your valuable comments on this topic while i find some other  better topic soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3942548929257112632?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3942548929257112632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3942548929257112632' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3942548929257112632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3942548929257112632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-makes-you-vegitarian_09.html' title='What makes you vegitarian?'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3018843656837727835</id><published>2008-01-08T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:01:48.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>24 hour Puncture Service</title><content type='html'>This was one of the posts I was planning to write since almost a year. Just saw one such number in one of my friends phonebook and thought of writing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in 2006 May or June, there comes a person to our office asking people to become a member of a service his company provides. The service being, In case our vehicle got punctured anywhere in India @ any hour of the day, they would come to us within half an hour(be it any location) after we call them, cure the puncture, (for a reasonable amount, say 20 Rs I guess per puncture, I don't remember). Registration would charge 100 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our collegues opted for it so did &lt;a href="http://plasticthoughts4u.blogspot.com"&gt;Jagga&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't go for it since I don't own a vehicle. We thought it is a plan to subscribe. He gave him a visiting card and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Cricket World cup ODI 2007 I guess. Myself and Jagga were heading our way back home after a day's job. We left our office by 11. Was a tiresome day. As you would hardly find any traffic at that hour, we were at hebbal flyover by 11:30 when the misfortune started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just climbed down the flyover to the side of Yelahanka. I was terrified by the shaking of bike handle. It was vibrating @ 6 Hz per second. Hehe! Sorry to bring in frequencies. I was wondering why Jagga was doing this when suddenly a car passed through us and Jagga was striving hard to find a balance. Those were the days when the Bellary road was under construction and the brige kinda thing you get just after the flyover was narrow and it was a two way where it is one way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He somehow got some balance and brought the vehicle to a haltjust near the bridge(Where now many Dagaars stand). We just found that the bike's front tyre was punctured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention Jagga's memory. He recollected that he had opted for the afore mentioned service almost instantaneously since we got to know that we had a flat tyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the number which he found on the visiting card given by the agent of the puncture service. There were two numbers on it of which both were not answering any calls. We tried some 5-10 times to find the same reply. He was furious. Was complaining about the service and was mentioning about lodging a complaint to the consumer court( Which he didn't do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 kilometers from my house. We dragged the bike on the flat tyre till Kodigehalli meanwhile Jagga had called one of his friend Resalath who joined us in Kodige halli. On our way we were searching for a puncture shop at that hour. You hardly get them. We searched in petrol bunks which were closed by 11 o' clock. They suggested some places which were like mirages in the desert. We spent almost 1/2 an hour to search for the shops when I suggested him to park the vehicle in my house and go home with Resalath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was 12 when we reached my home after all the fuss. Resalath took Jagga home and the next morning, my father had got some mechanic to get the vehicle repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just think as many times as possible when joining any such service. Join only if you are confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Jagga writes his experience on this episode in his blog or in the comments section of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3018843656837727835?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3018843656837727835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3018843656837727835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3018843656837727835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3018843656837727835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2008/01/24-hour-puncture-service.html' title='24 hour Puncture Service'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6005650872260745230</id><published>2007-12-31T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:46:10.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Dark Room - A review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n25/n126738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n25/n126738.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I just finished the book by the Indian English writer R.K.Narayan. Took half a day for that. Thanks &lt;a href="http://nanuseena.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seena&lt;/a&gt; for giving me the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All in all an okay book. Another tale to add onto the malgudi series.  The picturisation of the town is simple along with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Its all about a family in the South Extension of Malgudi, whose head is Ramani, the manager of Englandia Insurance Company. His wife Savitri and his three children Babu, Sumati and Kamala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ramani is a typical married male bossing over a obedient wife and their children. The cook, servant and the maid are also in the list who are suffering from Ramani's anger. Ramani is being potrayed as a perfectionist and who gets terrified with a minor error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Savitri, his wife, handles the daily chores along with her servants efficiently. She is one female who doesn't gossip much but needs her husband's support for all her effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes in a lady to Ramani's office and the shanti of the house vanishes. The book is all about what happens next. Easy read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont tell much about the story. Read it if you like the plot I've given. Here are my opinion about the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;1. The picturisation. Makes you imagine things of the old mysore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Describes to soem extent what people used to do during Dasara.&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy family with the head bossing over it to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons&lt;br /&gt;1. Though they are Iyengars, they live in a town, Malgudi which is described to be somewhere in Mysore. They always read Tamil magazines, Tamil novels and watch tamil movies in theatre. I didn't like it. Every good character potrayed has a tamil name. Kantaiyengar, periyar ... which is unlike of people living in Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The lady newly coming to office is from Mangalore and is being described like people have a bad impression on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done much of R.K.Narayan, but these points made me feel a bit terse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour in your comments if you've done this. comment otherwise also. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6005650872260745230?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6005650872260745230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6005650872260745230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6005650872260745230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6005650872260745230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/12/dark-room-review.html' title='Dark Room - A review.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7919549891412894967</id><published>2007-12-29T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:15:04.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Monkey Testing / Mouse Testing</title><content type='html'>No this doesn't explain about the existing software testing mechanism "Monkey testing" or a new phenomenon like "Mouse Testing". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the approach taken by scientists to experiment things that they encounter, invent or discover. Have a look at the below pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/monkey-cage-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/monkey-cage-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Just because that he is able to speak and think a bit more than the other species on earth (this is relative), Man assumes himself as a superior creature on this planet. How fair is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Was planning to blog something today and was searching for a topic when I saw my mother discussing about this issue with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Once anybody comes up with a new medicine to a disease that doesn't has a cure (also for those which have a cure, may be a costlier one!), they won't directly test it on a human but they use other species like monkey, mice, frog, cockroaches and sometimes rarely on other species too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not only this, even in Bio labs, we see students playing with cockroaches, and frogs to know their internal structure(wrong term to use. I do not know the right one). I never opted for Biology and thankfully skipped it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see attenders in lab, killing frogs that are alive and some students doing their dissection without giving them proper anasthaesia. Pathetic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prijatelji-zivotinja.hr/data/image_2_1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.prijatelji-zivotinja.hr/data/image_2_1172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Doesn't stop here. There are people who fish for fun. Also there are the so called stars who hunt animals @ wild life scantuaries like Black buck, Sambar et al. After doing all that they come on screen, play innocent roles and people who get moved away by their artificial acting, plead for them against the court asking for a bail or clearance from court. What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To make them know the pain the animals undergo, one should pluck any of their arms (or any organ for that matter) and make them suffer without medical care for sometime (One minute would be sufficient to know I guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There is one proverb in Kannada. "Bekkige Chellata, Ili ge praana sankata" translated to english yeilds, "It is playtime for the cat and a matter of life for the mouse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I dont expect people to change reading this post but let them have some basic courtesy on these poor creatures who have equal rights to live on this ONE planet where we all live. We humans do not have any special rights to act upon them so cruelly without any feelings towards it. Animal life is always as precious as human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that be liberal to all monkeys, mice, cockroaches. They might sit on top of us in our houses. Take the necessary step when needed but not always. Apply mosquito repellants, lakshman rekha or whatever you do to stop cockroaches and similar thing to mice n rats. Killing them for your experimentation purposes is wrong is what I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7919549891412894967?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7919549891412894967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7919549891412894967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7919549891412894967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7919549891412894967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/12/monkey-testing-mouse-testing.html' title='Monkey Testing / Mouse Testing'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-3096941889342792268</id><published>2007-12-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:37:37.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evangelism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Enough is enough of Christmas wishes.</title><content type='html'>People are behind being social. To boast that they are secular. They find pride in doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people went (are still going on...) on vacation as they get holidays on the account of Christmas n Christian New year. Before they go, If they see anybody, they feel its their duty to wish them Merry Christmas n a happy new year. Is being secular in this sense is so prestigious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly see them celebrating our Ugadi or Baisaaki as new year. They don't even celebrate Krishna Janmashtami or Rama Navami as they celebrate Xmas. Dunno what attracts them towards Xmas which is absent in our festivals??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received many scraps on orkut wishing merry christmas. I got fed up so much that I replied them back saying I do not celebrate 'em and if you do so, take my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only for christian festivals but also others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, they celebrate the chrisian new year boozin @ clubs, attending parties with their loved ones(married, un married, I need not mention that)  dancing their way out like lunatics. Once it strikes 12, we @ NH - 7 get terrified with the bike roars headed from clubs, Dhabas alongside crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no mood to add on more points as I am feelin dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being secular is not in celebrating other festivals or wishing those who celebrate. Celebrate your festivals first than celebrating others. Its just live n let live. Dont you think so? Any opposition?? Please leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-3096941889342792268?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/3096941889342792268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=3096941889342792268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3096941889342792268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/3096941889342792268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/12/enough-is-enough-of-christmas-wishes.html' title='Enough is enough of Christmas wishes.'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-307715154726586239</id><published>2007-12-21T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:01:28.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Is it the good old college days???</title><content type='html'>When I look at many of my friends album on social network sites like &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com"&gt;orkut&lt;/a&gt;, I see people attach their photos of college along with their friends and say "The good old college days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! Whats the whole point in sayin that n not making a point to meet your collegemates at regular intervals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends, looking at some of my posts comment that "Maga! You made me recollect my college days!" I never feel like mentioning that coz I dont find any difference between my college days and these days where I'm working. ( Apart from the work (pathetic thing i do almost every weekday, sometimes even on weekend!) Hmph!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regularly meet my friends just like any other daily routine. Some of them, I meet almost everyday. Some of them once in a fortnight n some other lazy guys atleast once in a month. There are also friends whom i never meet because of their ego problems. Its not that I don't want to meet them. Its THEIR problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I almost remember them everyday. Its like what they call "Praathah smaraneeyaru" (Those who are supposed to be remembered once you get up!) I recollect atleast 6-8 of my friends everyday whom I'm in contact every week. I dont want to take names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I purposefully ask them about this, most of them reply saying, "Magaa! We've got lotsa work @ office! No time for friends! It would be great once we reach home asap. Whenever we egt some time, we wish to sleep!" Hmm! No comments on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole point is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no sense in posting in a blog with a pic of their college n mates n say my good old college days. Neither in any social networking site. It should be in your soul to remember those who made your life worth living. ( Now don't bring in philosophy by sayin why should be life worth living always! I want this post to be lite! No philosophy intended. Will write about philosophy when i feel like. I belong to the same category if you are thinking in this direction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep visiting your friends whenever you get some free time. Or rather make some time for your friends. I'm not asking you to reject all your work and compulsorily meet your friends. If you think you really are busy make a point to call 'em n discuss casually about some stupid stuff for atleast 5 minutes. You'll find the difference in you as well as your friend. He'll really feel good about your friends. (Though there might be friends who will be close even when they do not meet for years. Not many are like that.) You'll feel relieved and will be able to finish your work much better. Try it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-307715154726586239?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/307715154726586239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=307715154726586239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/307715154726586239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/307715154726586239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-good-old-college-days.html' title='Is it the good old college days???'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6795983609871895878</id><published>2007-12-20T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:02:35.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corporate'/><title type='text'>Viparyaasa...</title><content type='html'>Things are flashin in ma mind! Pickin this topic t'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is tellin you how one gets every critical thing at once to make your things worser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a senior @ my office. 2 years senior to me. Lets call him 'A'. Till one and a half years, there was no contact between us. Both were sittin' in different locations. Ten months ago, he shifted to our office. He is one level above me in the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was not in our project, we used to just encounter almost everyday. Both of us were indifferent when we met face to face. As always, I wore a smile on my face. He smiled back for courtesy sake. Days passed on... We continued smilin' at each other. Hehe =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day their team were discussin some offline topic, outa project when i just passed thru their cubicle, one of our common friend in that project asked for my opinion for which I replied with one. He added to my point and since then, we started speakin to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, things went on smoothly. We were speakin casually everyday for a minute or so. That was the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, he came to my cubicle with our common friend to invite me to his marriage. I took the invitation, smiled at him that I would come. (As you all do. Obviously! Hmm!!). His marriage was a week or two ahead. Inside, I was calculating whether to go or not. To add on, the customs vary between us. I needn't explain why as you guys would have guessed it right. I dont mind going to such weddings given I only wish them. No taking food. I never feel like havin something in such an environment peacefully. Till date, I haven't been to such weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the worst part. He went on his marriage vacation that week. Unfortunately, my manager was not in the station. Even more, my senior in the team were abroad. I was the seniormost person in the team! ( What a pathetic conditon our team was under me! =( ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came an urgent release to be made on the previous Friday which was postponed to Monday. The marriage was on Wednesday. Thanks to the issues and our infrastructure, both the machine as well as our product didnt go on well. Release date shifted one day everyday that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, when we were about to release, the machine we were testin on gave us a problem and I couldnt leave the office for the reception of A. To my fortune, we finally released it the next Friday (Oooooof!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks passed by. Enter the married A, I looked at him for which he didn't respond. I found it strange. He had thought in the wrong direction. Once again, I need not explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;He refuses to speak to me silently in various mannerism. Hehe. Even today I saw him for which he didn't respond lookin @ my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't apologised to him for not attending his wedding as i hate to give reasons. What happened just happened. Giving reasons to something what happened is just plain bullshit in human relationship. I need not give reasons to anyone especially those whom i consider my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things get straight. Shall post another soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6795983609871895878?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6795983609871895878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6795983609871895878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6795983609871895878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/6795983609871895878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/12/viparyaasa.html' title='Viparyaasa...'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1272804576592719442</id><published>2007-12-03T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:06:21.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Can't Help it! Girl Can't Help it!</title><content type='html'>Taken from Fergie's Clumsy, the title is so perfect to this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing post like &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-cant-forget-this.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I feel pretty bad to write this post. This is about females who stare at me everyday (Weekdays, thank god!) just as if I had stolen something from 'em. Can give many examples. Almost all females in my office barring those who I interact with (diplomatic). There is a female just beside my cubicle, (good that there is a divider in between), who at any point of time I get up, looks @ me (due to change in her view), literally frowns. =(. I really dont know the reason. This is just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not regretting for this. I do not have a reason. Its their attitude. I don't mind whatever they do(In fact, I'm least bothered). Still, I tried to get a reason for that hatred shown towards me. Someone within stimulated me to find a reason behind this. What I feel would be the reason is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Appearences : I used to and continue to go to office with a thick beard. Many people build up a misconception that all bearded men are rowdies. To add onto that, I go to office with my uncut hairs which looks like a bush for many. some used to call me Sai-Baba (Puttaparthi), lookin at my hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way I speak to male friends( sometimes over phone with my college friends), is totally casual, adding onto my appearence, this might give them an opinion that I'm speakin somthin offensive! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factors like this make me a junglee type of person. I really don't know why am I bloggin this. Didn't get a betta topic. Passing my time writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment on what you feel. I don't think you would feel anything goin thru this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1272804576592719442?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1272804576592719442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1272804576592719442' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1272804576592719442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1272804576592719442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/12/cant-help-it-girl-cant-help-it.html' title='Can&apos;t Help it! 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Most of you might be knowing atleast the first thing, just bringing it to your notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/intl/en/googlereader/tour.html"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/a&gt;: This is one tool which does your feed's job! You dont need to visit blogs, pages of your interest that get updated quite frequently every now and then if you've got this configured. You can configure this (which is stupidly easy), so that you get automatic updates of changes in those links. Just click the link to get a tour of it! I've already configured most of the sites, blogs i do visit. Pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;: This is just a promotion! Dunno how true it is but seems like it serves its purpose. No matter what you'll test your vocabulary by visiting the site. This thing is happening since 7th October 2007 and they've donated quite a bit of rice grains since then,&lt;br /&gt;   The game is simple. You gotta match the meaning of the word mentioned among the four given choices, You're right? you donate 10 grains of rice through the UN mission. Wrong, you'll be given another word with a similar job! Got to know about it from &lt;a href="http://www.radioindigo.fm/rohitbarker.htm"&gt;Rohit Barker&lt;/a&gt; the day before while I was listening to Cruise control! Thanks buddy! I started playin the game since yesterday n wow! I donated 4000 grains in a single day! That seems better than givin a rupee to a beggar you find on streets. Dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead! You don't lose anything! Just give it a try!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-941961200163433274?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/941961200163433274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=941961200163433274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/941961200163433274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/941961200163433274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-few-things-i-came-across-this-week.html' title='Just a few things i came across this week!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-243030594932350940</id><published>2007-10-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:54:17.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>Another evening in Bangalore!!</title><content type='html'>Dont be embarassed by the title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not gone outside Bangalore to say the above statement. It was another lonely evening i spent interestingly. Just another one like &lt;a href="http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/05/terrible-day-to-blog-about.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been to 'Geleya' yesterday with Raghu, Susheema n Karadi. I'm doin &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maasti_Venkatesh_Iyengar"&gt;Masti Venkatesh Iyengar&lt;/a&gt;'s '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chikkaveera_Rajendra"&gt;Chikaveera Rajendra&lt;/a&gt;'. Thought of taking a break from it while Raghu called me up today for a meet up. As usual, I was ready n started by 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reached bus stand, I got a message from him askin me to start 15 minutes late. As I was outa house, I replied that I would just roam around here and there till he comes. We agreed and I got a bus to Majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of gettin down at Guttahalli, calling Yogesh passing time till Raghu comes to Beagules. Called to his cell to find his dad answer the call askin me to call up landline. I said I'll call up but didnt as I got another call from Hemanth. By now I was at Mekhri, and the Kaveri Signal was all the way till the Gayatri Vihar entrance. I got down right there thinkin of walkin my way to Malleshwara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was speaking to Hemanth for 10 minutes while i had crawled 100 steps ahead of the Corporation Bank, Sadashivanagar when we ended the call agreein for a long call late at night. I cut the call to find an anonymous asking path towards Malleshwara 18th cross. I thought i got a company till 18th cross and changed my route for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziPA0GL2mI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VHSp6NL0PfQ/s1600-h/Sankey+tankina+ondhu+nota.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziPA0GL2mI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VHSp6NL0PfQ/s400/Sankey+tankina+ondhu+nota.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132009019536038498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had come to Sadashivanagar for personal work and was heading back to his room at Dasarahalli, Peenya. On our way we spoke about each other regarding many things. He was basically from Beluru, Hassana. I was just queryin about things there and his qualification n stuff like that. We shared many of our thoughts on the city. I didnt find my way to 18th cross end so quickly. Thats what happens when you get a company. We walked around the semi-circle of Sankey Tank from Sadashivanagar to 18th Cross. I asked him more about Hassana and its near by places. According to him, even there, you find people from outside intruding. Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then reached the gate towards 18th Cross and bid goodbye! No phone number, no contact. It will be good only with such short encounters which makes you feel happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziQE0GL2nI/AAAAAAAAADA/ai-WfiaoBhs/s1600-h/Malleshwara+16+ne+cross+alliro+danakarugalu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziQE0GL2nI/AAAAAAAAADA/ai-WfiaoBhs/s400/Malleshwara+16+ne+cross+alliro+danakarugalu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132010187767143026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I now headed to Beagules, I took the photo of a herd of cattles you find at the 16th cross! I just find myself dumbstruck looking at them! Dunno why??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to beagules, where I always find something new or something strange (or both!!??). to my usual senses, I found a person sitting all alone and drooling! It was about 5:15 and he was drunk by that time to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziRV0GL2oI/AAAAAAAAADI/B8gBic_gEN4/s1600-h/Beagules+alli+full+shanthiya+nidre+ivnge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziRV0GL2oI/AAAAAAAAADI/B8gBic_gEN4/s400/Beagules+alli+full+shanthiya+nidre+ivnge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132011579336546946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno where these people live and what they do for their living! Have lots of pics of such men and will dedicate  a post for them asap! Here I'm attaching the one whom I found at beagules. Pathetic guy!! Was in his own world and was not disturbing others. That was the best part! I just climbed 4 stairs above him and started waiting for Raghu n others watching some of them play Basketball in the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watchin the matches played as always and waited for Raghu to come meanwhile, had called Raghu, Seena to come asap for which Raghu said that he is with PG and it would take 1/2 an hour for him to come! He suggested me to call Seena or Yogesh and ask them to accompany me till he comes! Which i had already done. Seena wasn't pickin up the phone and Yogi as his behaviour would take long to come to beagules from Guttahalli! (We call him Slomotion, the late lateef).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued watchin boys n girls busy playin basketball! I recollected that I was really bad at outdoor games and had never been to such grounds to play anything! also, in my childhood, the most popular game we used to play was Cricket, sometimes Kabaddi, Lagori, Jootaata, Kalla Police, Lock and Key, Chood Chand n stuff like that! These days such things are dissappearing quite drastically! Desi Games should be protected! Everyone is behind Globalization! They prefer playin Basketball, bowling, n other stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6 and there were no signs of anybody! I called some now and then to find a busy tone! 6:15, there arrived a short figure below the steps where I was sitting! Was wearing helmet, a sweater, looked similar to Daksha! Was astonished to see him come uninvited and with no clue! He looked at me! 75% of my mind confirmed me that it was Daksha, but the rest 25% was true! It was a similar figure! Here is a pic of him taken without him noticing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziUY0GL2pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l_N1Es9LrCk/s1600-h/Beagules+alli+yaaro+nann+tharane+kaaytha+irodu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziUY0GL2pI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l_N1Es9LrCk/s400/Beagules+alli+yaaro+nann+tharane+kaaytha+irodu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132014929411037842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me! Think even he thought that I was waiting for him! He might have mistaken me for someone he knows. He came closer, saw me and recognized that he doesn't know me and sat 5 feet away from me. Even he was waiting for somebody (Male for sure which I found out by his conversation over phone). He waited just like me calling his friends. I was happy that there are people just like me waiting for their late lateef friends who do not time themselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all this happened, the lousy guy next to me was awake and was tryin to find something from his pockets. After a long search, he found a motbeedi (small beedi), lit it and was enjoyin smoking! Even the guy who sat next to me lit a cigarette and was busy smoking! I choked teice for the smoke, called up Raghu asking about his location to which he replied, he was still in Jayanagar and it would take still 15 more minutes for him to move from there! PG had a meet up with his cousin and that was delayin things. Meanwhile, Seena had called up and said that he woke up just then and he wouldn't be able to make it that day! So I asked Raghu to take his time but I would leave as it was 6:30 and he would come late! He agreed and I walked my way back to Guttahalli looking at two of my silent unknown companions for the evening that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just experience such things without doing any significant thing but you feel something strange entering your mind after such incidents! It just depicts the simplicity one can find in LIFE. How beautiful would things be when things are simple right?? Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin much after that! Just walked my way back to Guttahalli bus stand, took a bus without a board to find its a KSRTC bus and BMTC passes are not allowed. Got down at Kaveri signal, walked back towards Guttahalli bus stand, found another bus and headed my way back to home!&lt;br /&gt;There was a satisfaction in my heart for the simple experience I had that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-243030594932350940?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/243030594932350940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=243030594932350940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/243030594932350940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/243030594932350940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-evening-in-bangalore.html' title='Another evening in Bangalore!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RziPA0GL2mI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VHSp6NL0PfQ/s72-c/Sankey+tankina+ondhu+nota.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7966212151711316693</id><published>2007-10-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:09:45.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><title type='text'>A story that I heard from Master Hirannayya!</title><content type='html'>One day was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.iiita.ac.in/research/gyanvani.html"&gt;Jnaana Vani&lt;/a&gt; while coming back home. FYI, (Those who are not familiar with the FM Channels of Bangalore, thats a limited FM Channel in Bangalore from &lt;a href="http://www.ignou.ac.in/"&gt;IGNOU&lt;/a&gt; to educate people. Must be 4 hrs in the morning and 4 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a session with the famous dramatist Master Hirannayya! He was telling about the way he and his drama company had undergone. It was a good show and I would like to share this small story he told with all of you. Please forgive me for the non-narrative script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a Brahmana in a village had to go to a marriage wedding that was arranged in the next village. But there existed a forest in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on his way and it was a long journey by walk! He had started off late and hence, he was stuck up in the forest and lost his way. He was pretty hungry by now and was so desparate to have food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his fortune, after hours of search in the jungle, he found a lonely temple which was deserted of people. he wandered inside to find bhakshya bhojana near the garbhagudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to control his hunger he lurches onto the food, stopped by a Devi (who had come to test him). She puts forth conditions to have the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The food is divided into four parts which are associated with four pillars of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;2. In the first pillar, there is a baby, to have the food near that pillar, he had to kill the baby and the food would be his.&lt;br /&gt;3. Coming to second pillar, there is a parasthree. ( a third female, whom he doesn't know). He had to make love to her to enjoy the food in that pillar.&lt;br /&gt;4. Third pillar had beef, which is prohibited. He had to eat it to have the food alongside the third pillar.&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally fourth pillar had wine, he should drink the wine to have that food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the brahmana thinks. I'm hungry. But then I wont have the food near the first pillar. Killing a baby( innocent, shishu hatye) is so cruel. I wouldn't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i have an affair with a third female?? I wouldn't go ahead with the second pillar food either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomamsa? No way! I wouldn't be a dharma bhrashta to eat beef! Hari hari! Not at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hope I now have is the fourth pillar. Wine is not that big a problem. Even the devas have wine. Why shouldn't I at this stage?? I am starving from hunger. It has got no problems with Dharma, nowhere i've read that its prohibited to have wine. Let me have it for this day! He decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tragedy starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes ahead, starts having wine which made him lose control over himself. After wine, losing control, he goes ahead having beef, also makes love with that anon female and in trauma, stamps over the child killing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about the story! He had told the story explaining about how desparate is our stomach and hunger. This is one such instance. Hope you got something out of this. Comment your views on this if possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7966212151711316693?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7966212151711316693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7966212151711316693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7966212151711316693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7966212151711316693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-that-i-heard-from-master.html' title='A story that I heard from Master Hirannayya!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-8123854092979671899</id><published>2007-10-01T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:54:17.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Gomamsa thinda prasanga!</title><content type='html'>Don't get surprised! This happened unfortunately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no confession session! This happened to me without my knowledge! The co-incidence is that I'm writing this post on Gandhi Jayanthi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened a year back i guess. One of our colleague had been to China to implement our product over there. While coming back, he had got lots of Chocolates. The custom was to get as many chocolates. I got many along with one that interested me most! That chocolate had no wrapper and was in a container similar to tablet container! bigger though. They contained chocolates in the shape of an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was to attract people and took it. Gulped it to find to taste it somewhat sour. It also contained some sticks! Dunno what it is! The person who had bought it didn't mention what kinda thing it was! I didnt like it and as rarely you find me spittin out I went to the restroom and spit it out into a paper n threw it onto a bin! Later i found that it was a BEEF Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vyaak! I felt the guilt inside me! From then on, i decided not to take any chocolates brought from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dunno why the heck that person didn't tell me that it was beef! Its not because that Beef is prohibited that i'm regretting. Its just because i had broke a custom. I had broken the trust of my people. (No,...neither the custom nor the trust in my people, but if I dig myself i just get the picture of the calf in my native, with whom i used to spend my childhood days...its soft nature, motherly love, compassionate eyes.... and me eating its flesh? How can I?... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwHnzlUzSuI/AAAAAAAAACo/F8f6Qr_jzU8/s1600-h/Muddhaada+Karu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwHnzlUzSuI/AAAAAAAAACo/F8f6Qr_jzU8/s400/Muddhaada+Karu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116625525048298210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that consoles me is that i did it unknowingly and I'm still regretting for that! I see many people eating Beef along with other non veg stuff like chicken, mutton, pork! (I dont want to take names of that!). They do it knowingly! Many brahmans. I really pity them! They say it tastes good! Arent they cheatin their parents or the ones who think they are still preserving what they are supposed to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends do take them and i dont know! Taking beef has become a passion among the youth today! Stinkin' passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They consider its a civilized culture to eat non veg! Thanks for the intruding Christians and muslims for that(takin beef)! Until their advent, we Indians were nowhere in such things! How can they kill such a silent creature which has taken birth to enjoy nature just like us for food??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might ask me that dont you kill animals?? Yes i do not! Atleast now! I won't kill them unknowingly until they harm me! I might kill insects by using a repellant, or a cockroach, rat, and creatures like that which are causing problems like that but not something to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast in India, we don't need to take meat as a staple food! Might be they need to take it if they were in other country like Russia, UK, US or some other country but not India! The Indian Climate is so good not to eat meat! How did the rshi, munies survive?? Did they eat meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no guy from PETA or any other association! Neither do i want to be a member of that! But i request you in a humble fashion to stop avoiding meat! Atleast the Brahmanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-8123854092979671899?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/8123854092979671899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=8123854092979671899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8123854092979671899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8123854092979671899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/10/gomamsa-thinda-prasanga.html' title='Gomamsa thinda prasanga!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwHnzlUzSuI/AAAAAAAAACo/F8f6Qr_jzU8/s72-c/Muddhaada+Karu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-7337028314518332316</id><published>2007-10-01T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:54:17.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BMTC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangalore'/><title type='text'>One more feather to add onto the Cap of BMTC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwEpNVUzSqI/AAAAAAAAACI/6FZZ1fAgG2U/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwEpNVUzSqI/AAAAAAAAACI/6FZZ1fAgG2U/s400/DSC01423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116415960709024418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this pic! Though it was taken from my mobile @ 7:30 late in the evening, I hope you know which place it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It is our BMTC, Majestic, Subhashnagara. I was amazed to see a screen probably an LCD screen( a glowing screen which you can see atop, I'll post a pic taken in daytime asap.)  on the bridge connecting KSRTC and BMTC. Its a display showing ads, along with instructions to the commuters. BMTC has gone one step ahead! Such things would ease the passenger more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that! They've also installed small displays on possibly every platform in the bus stand. Now, you can watch songs even in BMTC bus stand(KSRTC had this much before, say10-15 years back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwEtRVUzSrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0fA1o83cOU8/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwEtRVUzSrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0fA1o83cOU8/s400/DSC01424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116420427475012274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commuters can pass their time by watching these things instead of just waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they get more such ideas and make the customer more happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-7337028314518332316?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/7337028314518332316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=7337028314518332316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7337028314518332316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/7337028314518332316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-more-feather-to-add-onto-cap-of.html' title='One more feather to add onto the Cap of BMTC!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lssorWulK4w/RwEpNVUzSqI/AAAAAAAAACI/6FZZ1fAgG2U/s72-c/DSC01423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1070631926192922300</id><published>2007-09-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:30:09.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><title type='text'>Changes in Radio Indigo</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anotha post abt Radio Indigo. Unfortunately, its a bit sad to daily followers of &lt;a href="http://radioindigo.fm"&gt;Radio Indigo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.radioindigo.fm/cindu1.htm"&gt;Cindu&lt;/a&gt; is signing off Radio Indigo as she is goin off to a long Holiday! Hope she comes back. Today was the last show on the Big Breakfast. Its time she says "So this is Goodbye!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioindigo.fm/malavika.htm"&gt;Malavika&lt;/a&gt; would be kickin off the morning blues in Indigo. As it happened to &lt;a href="http://www.enil.co.in/radio.html"&gt;Radio Mirchi&lt;/a&gt; a month ago, its happenin to Indigo now. Sakkathth Change Magaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a pretty good show. Soon, would come up with an article containing a review of all the radio  channels in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for this short article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1070631926192922300?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1070631926192922300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1070631926192922300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1070631926192922300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1070631926192922300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes-in-radio-indigo.html' title='Changes in Radio Indigo'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-477096647086457889</id><published>2007-08-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:35:28.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Mere Luck!!</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, was on my way to office. Was listening to &lt;a href="http://radioindigo.fm"&gt;Radio Indigo&lt;/a&gt; 91.9 FM. Its playing some great western music. Let it continue. It was Cindu hosting the Big Breakfast. The show was good! Playing some interesting songs while she asking questions as part of some contest or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first question was to coin a word for a peculiar laugh, sounded like a devil. Funny words were coined. Then came another question "Who was the first Chief Minister of Karnataka?". This was part of the BQ (Bangalore Quotient) quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recollected that its a Reddy but didnt knew his first name for that moment. I messaged a guess saying "Its a reddy for sure, Must be Chengalaraaya Reddy or K.C.Reddy" to 2919. Wasn't sure of it. I was @ Maraththalli by then. She didnt disclose the participants name neither their guesses. I thought there would be many correct answers and mine would be one among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:30 I got down when she gave a clue that the surname of the First CM begins with an 'R'. This backed up my answer but i was waiting for the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:45, I came to office, while she put a person on air asking for the answer for that question. Dunno the name of that person. He said its Gundu Rao which was the wrong answer. There aroused a hope in my mind that i would be the only person who guessed it right to some extent atleast. Many would have answered Kengal Hanumanthiaah remembering him for building the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.hotelskarnataka.com/html/vidhaan-soudha.htm"&gt;Vidhana Soudha.&lt;/a&gt; Might be many answered it that way but i was sure that it was not Kengal Hanumanthiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to my cubicle and was interested in checking my answer, googled it to find my guess 100% right. By then, I messaged Cindu back once again saying "I am dame sure, it is Chengalaraaya Reddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! she called me! Hehe! She said that she would put me on air asking for the answer. I was pretty confident about the answer and said okay. This is the second time me coming on air, the first time was on &lt;a href="http://www.worldspace.in/ChannelMaster.asp?ChannelId=14"&gt;Radio Sparsha&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.worldspace.in/"&gt;Worldspace&lt;/a&gt;). That was with RJ Shruthi on a program covering the Birthday of Dr.Rajkumar. You can find a post regarding that &lt;a href="http://kannadigaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/rendezvous-with-rj-shruthi.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me the answer n I replied back with the correct answer. She congratulated me and said that i would get details on getting my gift later. That was fine. I was proud of my BQ. Hehe!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did one of the foolish thing ever. She asked me when was he elected as the CM. The line wasn't clear and i had to ask the question many a times. Once i got the question, i thought, it should have been after India went republic and so i said, was it in 1950?? How foolish of me? It was right in 1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was fine. A cool experience barring this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Uththara called me asking for my address which i provided, she said that my gift which contains a shirt from Radio Indigo and a CD. Cool! Will check out what it is! Nice to get it almost free (free except the 3 + 3 Rs for the two SMSs I sent! Shouldn't matter though!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catchya some other day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-477096647086457889?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/477096647086457889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=477096647086457889' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/477096647086457889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/477096647086457889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/08/mere-luck.html' title='Mere Luck!!'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-8271521246600630656</id><published>2007-08-16T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:19:54.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boasting'/><title type='text'>Mundaaysing @ the IISc</title><content type='html'>Making myself some time to blog though i've been assigned a boringly stupid task since 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get confused looking at the title with my previous posts on IISc. This is totally different one. One much before i came to know people at IISc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this was my first time going to the Tata Book House @ IISc. It was in my 4th semester of Engineering. As few of you might know that i had topped our class in 3rd semester. The annual day was conducted in our 4th semester and we (the toppers of 3rd semester, though i hate to get recognised that way) were asked to buy books of our choice in any outlet preferrably Tata Book House(TBH). It was the idea of our then Princi Prof. Anthony Thomas to get it from TBH as he was a professor @ IISc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us were asked to get books worth Rs.500/- from our pocket and were assured to refund it back but bills were supposed to be submitted. I had to get books for another 500 more in the same scheme as i was getting 500 more from my HOD Prof. Hemavathi as I had scored the maximum marks in her subject, Logic Design. I was happy that i would be purchasing books for Rs.1000/- which would be refunded. Hehe!! First time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of Annual Day, I went to TBH getting Rs.1500/- from my father. 500 extra if I found something interesting. After a long search, i finalized on four books which i remember were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Complete Reference UNIX&lt;br /&gt;2. Compiler Design - Aho, Ullman &amp;amp; Sethi&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will update once i remember all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On adding up the prices of the four it had come upto Rs.1000/- and odd (Might be 1026), I thought that was sufficient and asked them to bill it! Only then I came to know that they were offering 20% discount. After the rebate, it came down to Rs.876/-. I was even more happy that i could buy some more books to patch up the difference between 1000 and 876. I found another book, Discrete Mathematics by C.Liu and asked them to add it onto the bill. I had asked them to bill them seperately into two bills so that i can give one to Princi and the other to HOD. After adding another book to one of the bill, instead of going up, it came down to Rs.786/-. I couldn't get the thing properly. How can it get low?? Even the shop owner, a lady of say 45-50 then who added up manually asked me to get only 786 rupees. I was confused and paid her the amoun, took the books and was going out but my mind was all calculating how can this be possible???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home thinking the same. Took the bills and started tallying. It didnt take long for me to find that she had cut the discount price of the book rather than adding onto it. I felt triumph at that instant getting to know that i had saved a bit. I will be having some money with me after getting the thing re-imbursed. I was happy for that! I had narrated the whole story to my friends to get a pat on my back for my deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it re-imbursed and spent the money in a good way getting more books. But later, i felt bad for what happened. I didnt had the bills by then to make the correction rectified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was cribbing within for some days for this when i realised that i had my misfortune with somebody else some other day. That was her day of misfortune. And even she'll have a day of fortune. This is merely fortunate to experience such incidents. I then decided not to cheat somebody this way. I hadn't cheated her but had walked away in confusion. I must not give reasons says another part of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to TBH, i recollect this incident which is why I wrote this as I had been to TBH yesterday! Hope this brought some smile on your face or some serious thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for today! Have fun! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-8271521246600630656?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/8271521246600630656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=8271521246600630656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8271521246600630656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/8271521246600630656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/08/mundaaysing-iisc.html' title='Mundaaysing @ the IISc'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-1985761955153189106</id><published>2007-08-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T03:48:40.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Real Independence on I-Day</title><content type='html'>Way back in 1992, the same day according to the English Calendar was a black day for the Karnataka Police. They had lost two of their eminent officers S.P Harikrishna and Shakeel Ahmed while trying to catch the notorious Veerappan in the Meenyam forest. Details can be obtained &lt;a href="http://www.ourkarnataka.com/profiles/shakeel_ahmed.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am going to tell here is not related to it in any sense. It was the eve of Independence Day and Veerappan scalped two important wickets of Karnataka Police. The very next day, I had experienced the first ever death in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 15th 1992. I got up at my usual 8 o' clock. Came down to brush my teeth and perform my daily karma. I was in my 4th standard. Was getting ready to go to participate in the I-Day celebrations. Mohan Chikkappa was reading the days' newspaper and he was reading about the Veerappan news. He said that Harikrishna's body would be brought to the cemetary near dairy farm(Hebbal, pretty close to our house, 2.5 kms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bath. Mohan Chikkappa was going to wash his clothes. His habit is to listen to music and wash clothes. He had an apparatus which consists of a lengthy wire and a tape-recorder along with a flex box. He used to plug the wire on the flex box, carry it all over the open space where we wash clothes and keep the tape recorder there and play songs through tap or radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad day for him, the wire had un-noticingly dipped into the water tank beside and he had plugged it on. I was still taking my bath when i suddenly heard a sharp but short sound of pain. I thought somebody should have slipped. Suddenly(gracefully) the power went down after 5 minutes. But that was sufficient. His mother, my grandma came in search for him as she had called him and there was no reply from him. She saw him ducked in the water tank but was wondering what he was doing in there and why wasnt he replying. She went to him and shook him and was horrified when he came to her arms just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hurried and called everybody @ home. Everybody were panicking and nobody knew what to do. By the time i had finished my bath and was silently standing by the side of the hall watching the things happening around. Doc was called but were effortless. He was dead by then. There was a scar on his palm. A scar of 2 cm diameter and 1 cm deep i guess, made by the current passing through his body. Many methods were followed to save a dead man but in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still recap each and every thing happened on that day. Some are worth not mentioning in this post (Dont ask about it). Our hotel was shut down and everybody were dumbstruck. All you could see were the weeping women, some men consoling our family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 3 when post mortemed Chikkappa arrived home for the last time. It was reported that he was dead by accident in a current shock(which was obvious). Around four they took him to the cemetary, and was burnt again by "Electric Shock". They didnt allow me to go to cemetary thinking that i would get scared seeing things there. He had found independence on the Independance day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were returning back, they saw Harikrishna coming to join Mohan Chikkappa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-1985761955153189106?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/1985761955153189106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=1985761955153189106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1985761955153189106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33279476/posts/default/1985761955153189106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/2007/08/real-independence-on-i-day.html' title='Real Independence on I-Day'/><author><name>Sandesh Karanth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680403892036913002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lssorWulK4w/SAmTAVnpuXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jEhhh93J-IY/S220/Bus+alli+hogtha.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33279476.post-6604267779433060481</id><published>2007-08-04T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:00:41.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helpless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Shawlalli chappali suththkond hodskond prasanga!</title><content type='html'>Hehe! You guys might be interested lookin at the header!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to me last night! I'll brief you through what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another hectic day @ office, though i had to come to office tomorrow, i was a bit happy that i  can enjoy atleast one and a half day of weekend! ( Dunno why we S/W engineers are so despo about Weekends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left office at 9. Was walkin lazily towards the bus stand for a 1:30 hrs of journey. A kind driver had stopped on my way (not at bus stop, half way through). As he had stopped, i boarded it just to know that i heads to Maraththalli! I thought, "Okay! Lemme go to Maraththalli and catch another bus to Hebbal". But I dunno what i felt, I got down the next stop (Bellandur) and had a masalpuri. After having it and waiting for another 10 minutes, i got a bus to Hebbal. Boarding that i dint find a seat as usual though the bus was pretty vacant to stand, i stood besides a seat and was waiting for him to get down asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two seats behind, there was an elderly gentleman, who was acting as if he is going to get down. I was reluctant to get next to him as many were standing next to him. I thought he'll get down at maraththalli and i can grab that seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i was standing, my eyes were scanning faces of people in the bus looking at their various expressions. I was eagerly waitin to see someone getting down but i saw none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the same gentleman was looking at me. From my experience in travelling in Bus, he was just another person who was getting down in a stop coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Maraththalli, he didnt get up. Many stood but, people who were next to him dint get up. I had a strong belief that he was getting the next stop. I went and stood mext to him to my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read my mind i guess. He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitantly asked. "Ileetheera??"(Will you get down??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "I get down at K.Narayanapura, where do you get down??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued "Oh Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now begins the worst part. He said, "Guess you need a seat. I can stand, you sit" and he was about to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "No, you please sit down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, "No you travel a lot, you sit." he stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint wanted to sit but if i hadnt others would have taken that seat. I took the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets even worse, He asked "Whats yo age??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbstruck! Couldnt open my mouth. I couldnt have told my actual age as i would get ashamed if i would have told that! I had to answer and I thought I'll lie and said "25".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "I'm fifty one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i would get down! Enough is enough!! But something stopped! I dunno what!! I still curb for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "Dont get angry with my questions. You please sit and enjoy the ride! I'll stand! Its hardly 4 stops ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh!! I could stand that person! I was so ashamed!! I couldnt have dont anything other than standing. Was feelin so bad about my condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought i had to divert my thinking. I took the book i had in my bag, "The Godfather" and tried reading it! Was in no mood to read! Radio was constantly playin in my ears. Was listening to "Aa kaalada haadugalu with Gramaphone guru Sachith" on Radio Mirchi and the discussion to my bad luck was about "Telling a lie on age".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a co-incidence!! I was just listening to radio doing nothing. Couldnt read books, couldnt message! I just couldnt do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come K.Narayanapura, he threw a smile to me and said " Barla saar??" and got down! I put a deliberate smile on my face and said "Olledu swamy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in my own world of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it now, I feel so irritated and i now have made a resolution not to look for seats in the i did yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought of sharing this with you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33279476-6604267779433060481?l=sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandeshkaranth.blogspot.com/feeds/6604267779433060481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33279476&amp;postID=6604267779433060481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' t
