Archive for the ‘Raindrops’ category

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 😉



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!)


June 2, 2008

Why I like to blog?

  • I can put my thoughts into words and read them aloud to feel proud that I can actually think.
  • What better way to kill 8 to 5?
  • Still searching for a ‘Best friend’. Lost the last one in 8th standard.
  • It makes me popular from Japan to Australia (oh, that’s not all that far…whatever!).
  • Porn is sleazy!!!

Why I hate to blog?

  • It’s easy to figure me out and easier to figure out how dumb I am.
  • I have a real job.
  • Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (ok, that one, I made up).
  • Letter writing is more sincere.
  • Porn is saucy!!!

Wisdom, No More

April 15, 2008

At least 25% of it.

I was so proud of it. I didn’t expect it to just pop out within a minute of me opening my mouth. And to think that the dentist seemed fresh out of college.

The last wisdom tooth came out just a few years back. I was sitting at a terminal in the San Francisco International Airport, waiting to go home for my wedding and lo, final wisdom announced it’s arrival with a piercing pain. Thankfully, I got all my wisdom before the wedding, so my wife really can’t take any credit for that.

But man, it lasted just a few years. And what bothers me is that the tooth was not even paining. The smart dentist suggested that I should get it removed and I did. Now, I REALLY miss my tooth. He wanted me to get rid of the other three as well, and make me completely dumb. Smart ass, no way am  I going to do that.

Whatever, I am still have 75% wisdom and in today’s World that is more than adequate.


Love Is In The Air

March 2, 2008

This song has been haunting me for the past two days. I suddenly got in the mood to listen to this song and I have been hooked to it for more than 24 hours now. I like the Tamil original more than the Hindi version, even though I cannot understand a word in that song. I think the original has so much more romance, passion, sex appeal, emotions, yearning and love in it.

Bombay Jayashree has been one of my favorites for a long time now. Here is a short story from my history books:

It was almost 11PM, and five of us were sitting in our family room after finishing dinner – Me, my mother, father, brother and Bombay Jayshree. She had finished a Carnatic clasical vocal concert that evening and was relaxing after a tasty dinner. We were generally talking about different topics and she was telling us how her best friend, who happened to be a Kannadiga, would correct her Kannada pronunciations when she sang any Kannada songs. We were talking about different music styles and within no time she was sitting on the carpet with a harmonium. She went on to sing ghazals for two hours and I was mesmerized. I couldn’t believe that this was the same person who had given a carnatic classical concert just a few hours earlier. Pure classical music in a silk saree to melodious ghazals in a pink salwaar kameez – her voice had the same beauty. I am always impresses by such multi-faceted singers.

One other note about Bombay Jayashree. She called us regularly and always wanted us to go to her concerts whenever she came to the city. She kept in touch and my parents attended her concerts whenever they could. It’s been quite some time now. She has moved along and is a big name in Indian music today. And, I have moved along too, with not so big name in the computer industry.

But, that night is still etched in my memory. One small note….the first time I met her, I really didn’t know how to address her (basically, I was a dumbass) and called her ‘aunty’. She was gracious enough to smile and polite enough to correct me – and then I started calling her ‘akka’ 🙂

Anyway, back to the song. Listen and enjoy. And, if any good human being who visits this blog knows Tamil, please translate. Thank you!!!

Hairy Roots

October 3, 2007

My barber just cannot stop talking. She beats me hands down. Remember what happened last time I met her? Just to be on the safer side, I took my wife with me on this trip.

The barber welcomed us. The first question she asked my wife was “Are you from India?”. My wife was like “Yeah!”. So, the barber goes on to say “Yes, you look so much Indian. I could find out immediately. You also have the nose pierced, that is a dead giveaway”. My wife smiles and I am getting ready for the haircut.

Just a second had passed, literally. The barber opens her mouth again “Your husband doesn’t look like he is from India”. I was not expecting this conversation, again!!! My wife is all defensive and starts off with “No no, he is from India and looks very much like any other Indian”. But, the barber has her own views “Oh no no, he doesn’t look like an Indian at all”.

I decide to put an end to the conversation right away. I interject and start talking about how I want my hair to be cut. She sighs and starts working.

I am really scared to go back next time and I have to go so often. No wonder all the barbers like my thick wavy hair. They get so much business out of me.

My Voice – A Blog’s Introspection

September 20, 2007

I am surprised. I am surprised that I survived for an year. I can tell you that it hasn’t been easy. For one, my boy is notorious for getting bored easily. So, it is quite an achievement that he has stuck around me for so long.

I have my moods. I laugh, I make you laugh. I cry, I make you cry. I am just grateful that all of you have been very supportive of me all through. Most of you like me and I have thoroughly enjoyed the pampering.

There have been a handful of abuses. You have poured all your anger and hatred at me. But, I will just assume that all that anger was geared towards my boy. I am really proud of my beautiful attitude.

I have been faithful to my boy. I have flowed through his sorrows and happiness. I was there to hold his hand in his worst times. In his darkest hours, all of you held the candles, I just showed the way. So, really, I am not the light, you are.

I have helped my boy to dig the past. I have made him wonder about the future. I have also made his today a very happy one. I have introduced him to so many wonderful people, and a few uncertain dangers. And to all those girls who thought and hoped that my boy was a bachelor, you must know by now that he has a wonderful wife, not to mention she is extremely beautiful 😉 

From the first person I met (Vittal) to the last person I talked with (Somebody), it has been a pleasent journey. I hope my boy won’t leave me ever. I like to be with him, I enjoy his company. To be honest, I like you all more than him, just don’t tell him that.

I love him! I love you!! The possibilities are immense!!!