Archive for July 2008

Communists At Their Best

July 23, 2008

Just when I think that they cannot beat their previous circus act, they come up with a brand new one!!! CPM decided to oust Somnath Chatterjee from the party because the veteran politician brought ‘shame’ to the party.

With all the political parties fighting hard to win the “worst party in Independent India” award, I have to give it to the communists. They have far outpaced the peers. Some idiot named D. Raja comes on TV and claims that Chatterjee was expelled from the party “because he disobeyed the constitution”. Alright, I agree that English is certainly not one of D. Raja’s strengths. But to call a person – who upheld the dignity of the speaker’s chair – as someone who broke the rules of the constitution is absurd, immature and illogical.

So, for one, D. Rajas of the party should NOT come and open their mouth. But then, the smart mouths like Karats have a totally different problem. They live 100 years back!!! And, it’s impossible to bring them back to the present time.

There’s only one solution for this. Our dear Bengali babus in and around Calcutta should realize the blunder they have been committing by electing jokers to the Lok Sabha. Guys, it’s time to wake up and vote for the Congress, or the Trinamool, or the BJP or whatever the other junk is.

Every politician in India – from Advani to Manmohan Singh (read as Sonia Gandhi) – have to be ashamed looking back at the events which happened over the last one week. But, the communists have the uncanny ability to beat them all. Throwing Somnath Chatterjee out of the party is the biggest shame on the party. Oh wait a second, there’s always a new day. I am sure they have something better up their sleeve. They are bound to come up with a bigger joke tomorrow!!!

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A crore for Kukkarahalli

July 17, 2008

Yay!!!! Reading through the boring and lengthy transcript of our honorable Chief Minister’s budget speech, I instantly spotted a gem. Government has set aside a crore for the improvement of Kukkarahalli Lake in Mysore. What a wn, finally!!!

The chirping birds, morning joggers, housewives and retired clerks will surely be happy. Hide-and-seek pairs from the nearby (and faraway) colleges will definitely appreciate the grant. Certainly one of the most beautiful places in Mysore, the lake has seen it’s good and bad days. Last decade has seen quite some improvement, but more money from the state government will hopefully see much more of it.

Peaceful, serene and heavenly are just words. Nobody can describe the beauty of Kukkarahalli Lake in three paragraphs (or four or five….). Last year, when we were in Mysore for several months, my wife and I visited the lake so regularly. You get to see so many people and you get to hear so many stories. You see several birds and sing with them. Ahhhh, a poet’s paradise!!!

One other note. State government has put in 10 crores for Mysore Dasara and another 5 crores for the development of Vivekananda Youth Center. A Dakshina Kannada writer friend of mine once wrote, that of all the Kannadigas he has seen in America, Mysoreans are the most passionate about their city. Just trying to prove that here 🙂

NPR = Nasty Public Radio?

July 14, 2008

I was listening to ‘Talk of the Nation’ on NPR while driving home for lunch and listened intently at the discussions surrounding innocent people being unjustly accused by the law enforcement agencies and media and the traumatic experiences around it. They also talked about how different people build their lives after the ordeal.

Immediately what stuck my mind was the Aarushi murder case in India, which is the prime headline news from past two months. Her father Dr. Rajesh Talwar was kept behind bars for 49 days and suddenly police realized their mistake last week and released him. Can you imagine his plight? Forget grieving for his daughter’s loss, that had to wait 50 days!!! Media played such a bad role, coming up with all kinds of juicy stories from Dr. Talwar having an affair with some other person, to Aarushi’s character assasination.

Dr. Talwar’s case deserves at least a few lines of my post. I should probably dedicate an entire post some day. Coming back to the topic, I thought of calling NPR and telling them about Dr. Talwar’s case. Since California has a new law that we cannot talk on our cell phone hand set while driving, I didn’t want to risk getting a ticket. It was just a few minutes from my home anyway.

I rushed into my home, picked up the phone and immediately called the toll-free number and to my horror(!) got the following recorded message:

“Hey there sexy guy, welcome to an exciting new way to go live one-on-one with hot horny girls waiting right now to talk to you. Lie back baaaby, relaaaaax and get ready to meet real local students, housewives and working girls from all over the country. Hundreds of hot girls call free all day and night because we loooove nasty talk as much as you do.”

I immediately disconnected and checked the number I had called. I had pressed ‘1-866’ instead of ‘1-800’, which confirmed that ‘N’ in NPR still stood for ‘National’.

P.S: The only reason I know the complete message from that 1-866 number is because I called the number another 3 times to just get the complete message correctly so that I can blog this story. I swear, that was the only reason 😉

GTN

July 2, 2008

Prof. GT Narayana Rao passed away last week. His passion for music and science reminds me of Einstein. GTN, as he was fondly called, lived very close to my home in Mysore. I remember how he brushed his teeth in the evenings with sticks wrapped in neem leaves. And, he tried to make me do that. Well, the high school kid with a sweet tooth never did that.

Perhaps he is the first person who explained to me the basics behind astronomy. As I stood amazed and delighted gazing at hundreds of stars in the night sky, he explained the principles of astronomy in such a simple way that the primary school student didn’t find it hard to understand.

Most notably, GTN was the revered and favorite music critique for Mysoreans. His writings in the local newspaper, Star od Mysore, was truly cherished.

Who can ever forget GTN walking in and around Saraswathipuram, wearing the regular pristine white dress. Did I say that he reminds me so much of my grand father?

The last time I saw him, I was sitting in the living room, crying uncontrollably. He didn’t say a word, just looked down and walked away. Yes, he knew my father very well.

GTN, salut sir. May your soul rest in peace (I am not so sure you believed in that though!)