GOOF UP of the day

Did you read Page 19 Times Of India, Bangalore edition?
The news reads

RAINBOW AS SEHWAG POURS

By Bobbilli Vijay Kumar/TNN

Mohali: Virender Sehwag probably does not like sitting in the pavilion, strapped to leg-guards and doodling away with an unwieldy willow.
He is India's new man in a hurry and he smartly turned his impatience into a virtue here on a rain seduced Wednesday. Riding on two lives, a sharp eye and quicksilver reflexes, he cut and drove towards his ninth Test century and Pakistan to virtual despair.

Wonder if it was a Typo error of Bobilli (Nice name) actually found the rain seductive and was not trying to say "rain reduuced"

Reminds me of another one.
This was Sanjay Manjrekar.

Bangladesh Vs Zimbabwe Test match in Dhaka. (I have had desperate times in life when I had nothing better to do in life than watch this one on TV)

Bangladesh captain Habibul Bashar was being given some short pitch treatment.
First time he get hit on shoulder. Second time, heagain goes for the hook and ball pops up but he is safe. Nex time, the leg side is packed behind square. Square Leg, Deep Fine Leg on the fence.
Short ball and Bashar still goes for the hook shot.

Commenting on Bashar's shot selection Manjrekar says
"Bangladeshi skipper is a compulsive hooker"
.....Breif pause in commentary...Coca cola Ad.

What Visuals!!!

"Stunning" is gross underststement.

(Check out the pictures on the site)

Baraka - A film / movie by Ron Fricke, Mark Magidson, music by Michael Stearns, shot on 70mm, contains World, Travel, Time lapse: "Visual images include...
Tibetan monks, Orthodox Jews, Whirling Dervishes, a solar eclipse, Buddhist monks, African tribal rituals, Jerusalem's Wailing Wall, rain forests, Ayers Rock, Big Sur country, Hawaiian volcanoes, Brazilian slums, time-lapse footage of car and pedestrian traffic, post-Persian Gulf War shots of Kuwait's burning oil fields, burning-of-the-dead ceremonies on the Ganges, refuse dumps of Calcutta, Auschwitz, Egyptian Pyramids, Angkor Wat, Mount Everest, Tuol Sleng in Cambodia, Indonesian factory workers."

On one hands there's maddening city crowds, sweat shops, multi level slums....and graves juxtaposed against chicken hatcheries and then there are peaceful faces of monks and tribals. Certainly makes you question the purpose of your own existance.

Makes me wanna go back to being a tribal for sure

Why I dont go back to being a tribal...

This is a question asked to me often.

So here is the reply

“ BACK!!!! What do you mean back? Where do you think I came from?”

(Here I am being totally defensive about the fat that my birth certificate reads my place of birth as Pasthal-Tarapur which happens to be the gram panchayat with largest tribal population in the most tribal tehsil, (Palghar) in Maharashtra)

The only problem I have is with the grass skirts.

I just cannot take the fact that my clothing is my goats food, which itself is my food in the first place.

I mean imagine, here you are nicely ironing your deep green grass skirt. You turn around to the closet to look for a matching tie and GRUB GRUB, your pet’s eaten half your attire.

Also, they don’t have any pockets. I mean, where would I keep my mobile phone and wallet and bike keys?

What good is a Zingalala Bantu without his MMS enabled GPRS phone and internationally accepted payable in Dollars credit card?” Me says….

Full Duplex

Heeding (succumbing) to world opinion that the place I am staying is not good enough decided to move to a better locality

Kind of place where neighbors would never come asking for a bowl of Sugar (Not that my current neighbors did but that’s because our kitchen is not too blessed and that’s a world known fact). So I am moving to a place where people don’t peep in see the holes in your sox. (Or tell you that the noose you are trying to tie to the ceiling’s got the knot all wrong)

Anyways, yesterday, paid the advance for new house that I am moving into.  And while announcing it to a friend, told her that it’s a Full Duplex.

Then stopped to think “hey, that sounds familiar” but could not remember exactly.

Took me one full day to recall.

Full duplex is name for a communication protocol we were made to read about in 5^th semester engg. (One of those damn electronics subjects)

And THAT was a Loooong time back.

 

PS: Rudresh, please give me the exact definition.

Memories....

Memories....
Originally uploaded by swapnild.

This painting frome Devyani reminds me of Karishma and Sadabahar. These are first two mares I met at Khatu farm house.

Devyani preparing porfolio for her NID interview. Her father is my childhood dentist. Please criticize, the molar extraction was really painful.

UPDATE: Devyani's, mde it through the first round. Congrats Minu.

Full Duplex

Heeding (succumbing) to world opinion that the place I am staying is not good enough decided to move to a better locality
Kind of place where neighbors would never come asking for a bowl of Sugar (Not that my current neighbors did but that’s because our kitchen is not too blessed and that’s a world known fact). So I am moving to a place where people don’t peep in see the holes in your sox. (Or tell you that the noose you are trying to tie to the ceiling’s got the knot all wrong)
Anyways, yesterday, paid the advance for new house that I am moving into. And while announcing it to a friend, told her that it’s a Full Duplex.
Then stopped to think “hey, tht sounds familiar” but could not remember exactly.
Took me one full day to recall.
Full duplex is name for a communication protocol we were made to read about in 5^th semester engg. (One of those damn electronics subjects)
And THAT was a Loooong time back.

PS: Rudresh, please give me the exact definition.

There are two types of ...

There are two types of people I have met in life.
One who tried to prove, in various ways, that god exists and good prevails...
and other who failed to convince me otherwise...