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A thought provoking article by Pritish Nandy:

What is it about us that makes us crib, crib, crib? Cribbing has become a national pastime, making us look insecure, selfish, petulant and pompous, all at the same time.

Let’s look at the Obama visit. Even before he arrived in India, and he’s the first American President to visit India in his first term, we began to boast about how the US needs India today more than India needs the US. He is coming, declared our media, because we are the economy of tomorrow and America’s the economy of yesterday. We started hyphenating ourselves with China and argued that Obama was coming to India to acknowledge the shift in power from the West to Asia. Even assuming this is true, it was perhaps not the apt time to crow about it.

Yes, Asia is today an economic powerhouse and a US-India detente could augur well for the free world. As for China, it’s bigger, tougher, richer, cleverer and far better economically placed than we are and I don’t think they like being hyphenated with us. They prefer to be hyphenated with the US. Sure, both see us as a market for their products, not because we have a huge middle class with lots of surplus money. They see us as a market because it’s easy to sell to a country where 90% of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of 10%. Deals happen much quicker in such markets and we know exactly why.

Even before Obama came into town, our pompous local politicians, including the CM who’s currently living on borrowed time, having been caught stealing land belonging to the Kargil war widows, decide to show huge outrage over being humiliated by the US. What was this humiliation? They were invited to meet Obama at a gathering organised by the US Consulate and were requested in advance to provide their identification through PAN cards and whatever ID our own Government demands of us whenever we enter an airport or any other place where security’s an issue. So our politicians and bureaucrats took huge umbrage and refused to go.

We must be the only nation which allows our VIPs to walk through airport security without being checked because their ego is so fragile it might break if they have to go through a process mandatory for the rest of us. Worse, just outside the check-in counter, there’s a long list of VIPs who can walk past security without being checked. For VIPs it’s a status symbol. For the rest of us it’s a shame that we allow certain people (the list includes Robert Vadhera, who holds no official position) to violate a security protocol that could endanger all of us. Luckily, the Americans are not a hierarchical society. Their leaders get no such special treatment. So they did what was normal. They asked for everyone’s security details.

Our leaders created such uproar that the Consulate had no option but to call it a clerical error and apologise. Apologise for what? For ensuring security for their own Head of State, the world’s most targeted leader, at a function organised by them. Luckily, the MEA was wiser and clarified that this was no affront to India and the Consulate was well within its rights to impose its own security norms at their own function. US diplomacy won, over the petulance of our petty leaders, when the Consulate head personally met them and politely apologised for a mistake which was not a mistake in the first place. You should have seen our leaders smirk.

Now we are already claiming, half way through the visit, that Obama has let India down by not naming Pakistan as a terrorist state. No Head of State goes to a country and points fingers at another. Short of blaming Pakistan for 26/11, the poor guy did everything right. He did not go to Delhi first, like others do. He landed in Mumbai, stayed at The Taj, where the tragedy took place. He met the victims, commiserated with them, talked eloquently about the courage and the resilience of Mumbai in the face of such a dastardly terrorist strike. He said all the right things. But were we happy? No. The media went on and on and on, saying Obama should have done much more, he should have nailed Pakistan.

But Obama’s not a judge. The 26/11 case is being tried in a Mumbai court. Why should Obama pre-empt the legal process? Why must Obama stand on Indian soil and blame Pakistan? If Pakistan is behind 26/11, it’s our job to teach them a lesson, not Obama’s. He has done his bit, by openly sympathising with us, supporting our war against terrorism. He has come all way, after a severe electoral drubbing, to honour an invitation. He has not once mentioned Kashmir. He has not, like earlier US Presidents, hyphenated India with Pakistan. He has broken with the past by not going to Pakistan on his India trip. He is in India and India alone. That’s the biggest statement of all. He is here as a guest, a visitor, a friend, a believer in the tenets of democracy that bind our two nations together. Let’s treat him like one.

Bitching him out will achieve nothing.



3:00 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

insomnia Well great. It’s 3:00 in the morning and here I am scribbling and ranting about my insomniac stage that too live and uncut version. For the lack of siesta and sleep the yester day & night, I slept in the evening after coming back from office. Now at the odd hour of 2:00 I just woke up with my stomach gluttonous craving and finds nothing but some milk so I had a pre-session breakfast of tea and rusk just now and the after effects as you can see is am awake fully, in all my senses. The good thing is it’s raining cats and dogs outside, which by the way compels me to mention two points:

1. When it’s raining water drops, why we say it’s raining cats and dogs. (Ofcourse, I have heard of the story of falling cats from roof, when it rains. But that doesn’t makes sense.) If someone knows, please do tell me about it.

2. Ofcourse, its raining outside and not inside. (Preassumtion: I don’t live in a house with leaking roof  or the great epidemic of mumbai slums. Don’t get me wrong here when I gave a analogy. It’s just that I have seen it and it does feel like a epidemic.)

So will it not be suffice to say that it’s raining…it’s raining heavily…no cats and dogs…as they are hiding under a shelter. give them a break for their life. ahh…what a rant…


3:15 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

Am hungry and pissed off by the fact that its friday today, so I’ve to go to the office and am fretting by the fact that I will need a siesta again, lack of which causes my small already dying brain to function even less than it does normally. So it’s not going to be an effective day today, I know that and it worries me.

One of the other things that’s helping me in making my life burnt in core of the hell is the impotent HR department and the ever feasting gourmand monkeys sitting on top of me and giving me a hell of a time. Ahhhhh…I remember Boman Irani in Munna bhai MBBS during my hard times…laugh…laugh…and laugh more in times of distress, in direct proportion to your worries and anger. It will cure you, curb you. Well, unfortunately at this point of time i can’t do it right. So there’s a better way…write…write…and write more in times of distress, in direct proportion to your worries and anger. It will help you vent out your anger and anguish and you’ll be a happier person ever after…there after (stupid fellow…ever after is in stories only, no ever after exist in real world. Take the red pill otherwise and go back to matrix, big jaw.) Ahhh…another rant and am already feeling sleepy…and a sudden yawn shows me the good sign of my changing state. It works…see I told you…writing works…and there goes a second yawn…too frequent…something’s wrong with this yawning. I think this is not because I’m feeling sleepy. It is because I’m feeling bored.

insomnia cartoon

3:30 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

Sitting at the window side, watching the rain feels refreshing though, but silent loneliness creeps in and making me sad. I need a vacation…mom, dad am coming home. It’s been a while I haven’t seen you, embrace you, cuddled you.

Ok…Let’s try something different. Thinking of something good…that kindles a spark in me or something that tickles me. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm (pause) hmmmmmm…gosh…pathetic it is more that it seems…think..think…you dic*****d…hmmmmmm…ahh there it is…two new smartphones have registered there entry recently and they both are good, I must say. Dell Streak and Apple’s iPhone 4, are something that will change the way we think about phones. They are a revolution and they are reloaded. I must but one of them…I will…yes…Ofcourse…this time it’s a definite yes…after a long wait of over a year, there’s something that meets my unnecessary requirements.

Good…it worked…although I’m not yawning…neither am feeling sleepy but am certainly feeling good…now I’m able to look at the rain in a different light. I can see the light…I feel light…am happy…and calm… and poised.

3:40 AM, 11 Jun 2010.

My laptop’s battery is showing me a decline of 45%, that means it’s time for me to stop as after 40 minutes of rambling and ranting am a bit tired now, and being a lazy person that I am, just by the thought of being tired am finally feeling sleepy. This time it’s a genuine feeling…no yawning no boredom…only falling asleep…so as others fall in love…it’s time for me to re-fall in sleep.


Bye Bye…to all who managed to read through this and survived to come to this point where you are thinking what it was all about. Well nothing…it was just a rant as I declared earlier…I did declare it…huh…lemme check once…ahh hhhh yes I wrote at the starting…and btw what else would you expect from an insomnia tale…it’s not Arabian Nights tale dude…

Yaaawwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn………am going to sleep…you for the time look out for my other post that are less futile that this and they might add some more to your grey matter…Happy reading…

4:00 AM, 11 JUN 2010

After editing the pics and final posting.

The appraisal season is back. With the last year recession thing hitting the employees hard on their backbone, this year appraisal is the most coveted and most eagerly waited event.

With speculations doing the round, are also some funny mails which shows how the appraisal process is carried out across the industry. The plot is the appraisal meeting between an employee and his manager.  So just read it and enjoy. I am quite sure, all the working people will be able to relate the pity character to themselves.

The curtain opens…………….

Big Boss: This year your performance was good, excellent and outstanding.
So, your rating is “average”.

Kumar: What? How come ‘average’?

Big Boss: Because…err…uhh…you lack domain knowledge.

Kumar: But last year you said I am a domain expert and you put me in this
project as a domain consultant.

Big Boss: Oh is it? Well, in that case, I think your domain knowledge has
eroded this year.

Kumar: What???

Big Boss: Yes, I didn’t see you sharing knowledge on Purchasing domain.

Kumar: Why would I? Because I am not in Purchasing, I am in Manufacturing.

Big Boss: This is what I don’t like about you. You give excuse for

Kumar: Huh? *Confused*

Big Boss: Next, you need to improve your communication skills.

Kumar: Like what? I am the one who trained the team on “Business
Communication”, you sat in the audience and took notes, you remember?

Big Boss: Oh is it? Errr…well..I mean, you need to improve your Social
Pragmatic Affirmative Communication.

Kumar: Huh? What the hell is that? *Confused*

Big Boss: See! That’s why you need to learn about it.

Kumar: *head spinning*

Big Boss: Next, you need to sharpen your recruiting skills. All the guys
you recruited left within 2 months.

Kumar: Well, not my mistake. You told them you will sit beside them and
review their code, and most resigned the next day itself. Couple of them
even attempted suicide.

Big Boss:*stunned* (recovers from shock) Err…anyway, I tried to give you
a better rating, but our Normalization process gave you only ‘average’.

Kumar: Last year that process gave me ‘excellent’. This year just
‘average’? Why is this process pushing me up and down every year?

Big Boss: That’s a complicated process. You don’t want to hear.

Kumar: I’ll try to understand. Go ahead.

Big Boss: Well, we gather in a large room, write down the names of
sub-ordinates in bits of paper, and throw them up in the air. Whichever
lands on the floor gets ‘average’, whichever lands on table gets ‘good’,
whichever we manage to catch gets ‘excellent’ and whichever gets stuck to
ceiling gets ‘outstanding’.

Kumar: (eyes popping out) What? Ridiculous! So who gets ‘poor’ rating?

Big Boss: Those are the ones we forget to write down.

Kumar: What the hell! And how can paper bits stick to ceiling for

Big Boss: Oh no, now you have started questioning our 20 year old
organizational process!

Kumar: *faints*

The curtain closes…….

Complaint to ASCI regarding an Advertisement

Ok that’s it. Now I can’t keep it in and hence I’m scribbling it down so as to vent out my anger. I don’t know why this particular advertisement gets on my nerve, each time I see it.

It is a commercial by J.K. Super Cement, wherein a lady in bikini suit is coming out of the sea and a background voice says – “Vishwaas hai, Isme kuch khass hai”. We believe, that there is something special in this. Now what the hell is there in that lady posing in a semi nude posture and that too for a cement company?

So where does it fit in?

The answer is, in our mind. Yes, this ad holds an impression in our heads. However vague it may be, but now we have this name J.K. Super Cement with us. I talked to a lot of my friends and they all equally agreed that they have seen the advertisement and couldn’t connect it with the product. Some felt offended over the demeaning portrayal of women in every commercial, whether or not required, some just casual to see another sexy lady ad and some didn’t mind about it. But the common thing among us was that we all knew the name J.K now and agreed that in a day or two, at a place or other, someone or other do discuss about the advertisement and the name J.K. super cement is on everybody’s lips.

So basically if you leave aside the content of the advertisement, the very purpose of the advertisement is well accomplished. It has successfully established the brand name.

Whatever the results are, I particularly didn’t like their promotion practice and I thought to complain about it. So I went to ASCI website – The Advertising Standard Council of India. But the procedure here was a bit hectic for a working person like me. For e.g. if I register a complaint against any advertisement online, I need to post them a hard copy too. But the biggest hurdle is a clause that says:

Please enclose clipping/clear copy of print advertisement/electronic media advertisement / any other promotion complained against.

Please send (by post) your complete complaint (signed by you preferably) with full particulars as above, enclosing any other papers in support of your complaint, with a copy of advertisement………..

While complaining against a printed advertisement, I can mange to send them a copy, but how the hell they expect me to send them the clipping of an advertisement being aired on TV. Do they need me to record it or download it from somewhere. I mean “Come On Dudes”, when I am complaining against an advertisement, you can always watch it on channels or can directly ask the company to give you a copy, so that you can decide for yourself. Asking the complainant to provide you a clipping is unjustifiable.

Anyway, the schematic process is given below in a flow chart.

* Please click on the image to enlarge

Advertising Standards Council of India is a self regulatory voluntary organization of the advertising industry.

For more information, you can always log onto:

26/11 – Last year, India’s economic heart was attacked. Casualties happened; terror was all over, commandos and police in action, netas and public in reaction. The whole country got involved and prayed and wept and help by any means they can and vowed for a better India..

Media was all over the place covering everything in details and putting it on air. No idea who they were helping. General public was terrified after knowing the news. Army and police were not comfortable with the way media was covering the news. Terrorists were most benefited with the coverage. After 1 year to that incident, today I see the very same India with the very same spirit. Nothing’s changed. Everybody seemed to have moved on. And why shouldn’t they. This is all what a common man do. To forget the past and move on.

The thing is all the way long for one year, I was quite affirmative on the advancement and preparation being done by Government for terror combat. Then yester night, the media again aired the news on how safe is Mumbai 1 year after the attack. They went on different places, did all the research and found the loop holes, compiled it and aired it on TV under breaking news package.

Now guess who would be benefited most this time. I need not answer this, as for the public, they were better off with the illusion that some steps have been taken and are safe than to know about how unsafe they are.

Government need not know this news because of two reasons:

  1. They probably already knew this.
  2. They are not gonna do anything even after knowing this.

So all in all, this compilation would prove helpful to the terrorist, I suppose. A lot of effort on their part has been saved, thanks to our brainless media. Why do they adhere to this stupidity? I refuse to accept the reason behind this as TRP. Nobody can behave with such idiocy and keep on doing that without any shame.

Is it that we have between us got a new species that can be held in regards as much as politicians who have got their soul rotten to the core and the media is fast approaching their position. And looking at their performance we can be assured that media will soon become the Next-Gen menace leaving the politicians behind. 

26/11 is a black day in Indian history and it’s not only for the government to wake up. This requires everybody to realize their own duties. Media on the other hand need to work more on their part because I certainly can feel that the pressure to provide news on a 24 x 7 basis is forcing them to create news out of thin air and is bringing the dark side of freedom they have with them.

In the end, I dedicate this song from Border movie to the victims and martyrs:

Jung to chand roz hoti hai…..

Zindagi barson talak roti hai….. 

Sannate ki gehri chhanv
Khaamoshi se jalte gaanv
Ye nadiyon par toote huey pul
Dharti ghaayal aur vyaakul
Ye khet gamon se jhulse huey
Ye khaali raste sehme huey
Ye maatam karta saara samaa
Ye jalte ghar ye kaala dhuaan
Ye jalte ghar ye kaala dhuaan

Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye
Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye
Mujhse tujhse hum donon se ye jalte ghar kuchh kehte hain
Barbaadi ke saari manzar kuchh kehte hain
Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye

Baarood se bojhal saari fiza
Hai maut ki dhoop hai laati hava
Zakhmon pe hai chhaayi laachaari
Dariyon mein hai khilti beemaari
Ye marte bachche haathon mein
Ye maaon ka rone raaton mein
Murda basti murda hai nagar
Chehre patthar hain dil patthar
Chehre patthar hain dil patthar

Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye
Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye
Mujhse tujhse hum donon sun ye patthar ghar kuchh kehte hain
Barbaadi ke saari manzar kuchh kehte hain
Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye

Mere dushman mere bhai mere humsaaye
Chehron ke dilon ke ye patthar ye jalte ghar
Barbaadi ke saare manzar sab mere nagar sab tere nagar
Ye kehte hain
Is sarhad par pulkaarega kab tak nafrat ka ye ajgar
Kab tak nafrat ka ye agrak
Is sarhad par pulkaarega kab tak nafrat ka ye ajgar
Hum apne apne kheton mein gehoon ki jagah chaawal ki jagah
Ye bandookein kyon bote hain
Jab donon hi ki galiyon mein kuchh bhookke bachche rote hain
Kuchhbhookhe bachche rote hain
Aa khaayein kasam
Ab jung nahin hone paaye
Aa khaayein kasam
Ab jung nahin hone paaye
Aur us din ka rasta dekhein
Jab khil uththay tera bhi chaman
Jab khil uththay mera bhi chaman
Tera bhi watan mera bhi watan
Mera bhi watan tera bhi watan
Tera bhi watan mere bhi watan

Mere dost mere bhai mere humsaaye
Mere dost mere bhai mere humsaaye

Today I’m feeling a bit on low side. May be my battery is low…(*&^%$#%^^). I don’t know what am I writing? FCUK. Yaar yeh duniya mein koi chain se kabhi reh hi nahi sakta kya??? Uff !!! My frustoo attitude is being reflected in my work today. Two of my enhancements have bombed since morning and I’ve been reprimanded by my manager.

Back in college days, one of my teacher used to say that a S/W engineer is nothing but a “Majdoor”, so don’t think that you guys are going to be some top notch big-shot. Your donkey will always be the first in line when fire will broke. And alas, as always I didn’t listened to him and today here I am sitting in front of screen writing codes which don’t work, if they work they aren’t optimized, if optimized then not carrying much of the functionalities. Oh GOD !!! If you are there, watching this son of yours struggling and laughing at me, then please it’s time to stop fooling around and help me. As the question of administration goes, there is been a distinct decline in your leadership and admin qualities. The whole world is in utter chaos, so don’t give me the excuse that you are a busy person. No you are not. You have just gone lazy, or things have gone out of your hand and you are just like a TV mechanic who knows how to open the set and then look at all the parts and wondering how and where to fix them.

So please at least help me. You know me, how dumb I am. I don’t know how to stand up for me. This job has sucked the whole life out of me. And with this recession thing doing the rounds like a warden in a hostel, who is always finding ways to stuck a bamboo rod up in your donkey. Ouchhhh… Please I don’t want to be that guy. Save me Lord…For I’ve yet not loosed my self respect and I’m too depressed to handle the pressure of my work. I don’t know if I’ll be able to cope up with what all you’ve written in your script for me. But please change it to something good before it’s too late.

From tomorrow onwards, I’m going to work in a whole new environment. It can be as good as finding water in dessert or can be as worse as …well my present life is a perfect example of that.
I’ll try to draw out the nectar from my poisonous life. Just be there to help me, hold me whenever I falter. And please don’t screw it up more that what it already is.

Time to wrap up my work for today, so I’ll end this little letter here only. I have to leave early today as I’ve to go for a movie. Bye…

P.S. Hoping for a bright and shiny day tomorrow (not literally) in my life.