Blog Activism! Finally SPEAKing PICtures did SPOKE ;)

Inorder to appreciated THE BLOG achievement, you need to read 'Toiletry Mystery' as an introductory prelude.

Hoping you have completed the needful as mentioned above. The problem is solved...after the blog on 'missing-male-toilets' was highlighted and hopefully, shook the concerned authorities, THE second-floor toilet is back with a bang, that too a bandwagon rich ambience.

The new TOILET (singular denomination) is a delight...extremely hygienic and clean. New tides glows as if they are radiating solar energy 24*7 (*30 *364). Proper sanitary conditions banish all smelling problems ;)

BUT

MALES are greedy animals...a universal truth. Hence, some specimens of this species are over-utilizing THE new creation. Their body's flushing system have developed some different kind of affection cum attachment towards it. But this is not I intend, when I write 'OVER-utilization'. Some good students (who are seldom present in classes, late arrivals, etc) are using it uniquely. THE Toilet is now being used more as a dressing-up activity centre, a policy centre for BUNKing, etc. The best thing that has been observed with the upcoming of our new Toilet is the passion of students to keep it poster free (till now, no college society has used the clean walls for POSTER use...greatly appreciative...wish our political parties learn for you).
NOTE: Along with the toilet, the drinking water tap is also functional...beat the heat...chill dudes !!

BUT

Jealously prevails, anywhere and everywhere. Male-Toilet-Door silently speaks a statement 'Open for All' (reason - the door is never closed), so GIRLS have witnessed the inside. That day, I heard two girls discussing about the new masterpiece of the building and then chucking out lines full of envy!! May the Lord, give them, what we have ;)

Lastly, an example of top-level hindustani creativity (look at the pic). The creator intend to post a message thru this pic.

a statuary warning : "Don't make it practical, let it be JUST visual"

Namaste London

Namasteji

London or Punjab, Namaste London rocks. A must watch for all sections and for all Indians (resident or non-resident). The movie touches upon the connections of the 'NRI' community with the Indian Traditions. The story showcases the stark contrast between the OUTSIDE portray of the NRIs to their resident communities and their INSIDE mindset.

AKSHAY kumar...as usual performs at his best and delivers it too. His most commendable act in the movie is when he delivers the 'India-praising' speech to the Britishers. Rishi Kapoor acts fantastically for the first time compared to his recent acting projects. Upen Patel...we all know his acting skills, don't we !!...but he surprises me this time around. His acting has improved by giant leaps. Katrina Kaif as the main female lead also acts well. For the first time, her acting skills shadowed her 'looks' advantage.

She enacts the role of a spoiled NRI who wants to marry a young rich Englishman (divorced three times). To stymie this, Rishi Kapoor travels to Punjab and in desperation, marries her daughter Jaspreet (Katrina Kaif) to his childhood friend's son Arjun (Akshay Kumar). Since the marriage doesn’t have any legal authority, Jaspreet refuses to accept her marriage with Arjun. Rest of the story is about how Arjun got Jaspreet. The best part about the casting of the movie is that each and every character actor matched the profiles of their respective roles.

Our HR (Himesh Reshamiya) rocks again, esp. with Viraaniya. Apart from these, do watch out the treatment to K-serials (a laugh riot).
BUT
There are a few blunders in the movie. Firstly, the climax, somewhat confusing. While coming out from the movie, you get a feeling of missing something (though the movie is very enjoyable inspite of this confusion). Secondly, the casting of 'some green-eyed phirang' as the girlfriend of Upen Patel. Judging from the audience reaction, it seemed, she had the upper hand over Katrina in terms of LOOKS.

I guess the director forgot the basic rule...to portray a STAR as a SUPERSTAR, the relative sideactors should always be of less value...or...in simpler terms..."to portray a value into a higher value, the relative values should be of lesser value"......courtesy & copyrights: THE THEORY OF RELATIVITY, Sir Issac Newton (:P)

My First Vote: The Great Indian Elections

“Tring-Tring, Tran-Tran…finally a mechanical device achieved what humans near me aren’t good at…it successfully woke me, the CLOCK, as it stroked 1 P.M.”. The day was important as I had been given a special power on that HOLIday (5/4/2007). The power was of voting…yeah! I was going to vote (for the first time in 21 years). Occasion was of local civic elections (Elections for Municipal Corp. of Delhi, alias MCD).

As soon as I made myself visible to my home elders, they reminded me to go for vote. Since everybody near me had already done the faithful, I was the only eligible specie left to vote. Additional factor was the vicinity of the polling station - my polling station stands less than 100 meters from my bed…so, took one of the two polling slips (out of English/Hindi variants), my wallet, left my cell.
“Lets go and cast my first vote”…I intoned to myself.

As I reached the hotspot i.e. the polling station (neighbourhood MCD school), I pondered all around in search of humans. A taxi was parked outside the main gate, which had two policewale and the taxi driver in it (the taxi driver riveted himself to the driver’s seat, the policewale were resting on the back seat and also resting on the seat were their toys (stain-guns, shotguns, whatever they are…).

As I entered the gate (which was only 10% opened), I was welcomed by a Delhi Police constable. He had his toy (stain-gun…) strapped around his tummy, a metal detector in his hand. Slowly I proceeded towards him and slowly he proceeded towards me. Shortly our steps stopped. I expected him of frisking me and launching a dragnet of questions nut instead…

DP Constable (in natural jat accent): “mobile vobile kuch leke aaya hai ladke” (hey boy, u carrying a mobilephone?)
Me: “nahi” (no)
DP Constable: “to phir kyu aaya hai” (then what for have you come for)

Understanding his mental loneliness, I proceeded further as he permitted me to complete my adventure. I was then asked by a young constable for the slip. He escorted me to my allotted room. May, because he was young, he had the enthu towards his service.

As I entered the polling room, I saw 6-7 females (aunties) having a kitty party inside. All of them had their ‘Rainbows’ lunch packet finished and were giggling, chatting, laughing, gossiping, having pleasures of election-picnic. One of them noticed me and suddenly her goggles shifted towards me...AND bang! their picnic halted. Suddenly, the room had some unique astonishment…interception of Napoleon/ Hitler in a kitty party that too, for casting a vote.
I approached towards the desk with lot of papers on it. The goggled enabled woman then asked in her accented English “yoar neim”. I replied “Ankit Gupta”. Her adjacent bencher asked in pure Hindi “aapka phechan patra”. I didn’t had my election-id, so she became the first person to whom I radiated my license. After making me sign, striking my name in a heap of electoral list, putting a lot of ball-point-ink-type viscous liquid on my finger, I went to the secret ballot. (A line of appreciation for the kitty party – they were extremely professional).

Standing at the EVM, I saw symbols of lotus, hand, etc etc. I have seen them infinite times, but now it was different. The sense of responsibility to vote to the perfect candidate came instantaneously. Thankfully, I did the right thing…VOTED FOR WHOM, WHO HAS WORKED ;)

While walking back, I rightly analyzed how important cum fascinating INDIA’s elections are! But somehow, when I recall that unstriked names in the electoral list, I feel ashamed…Govt. gives you 24 hrs rebate from your work on a election day, and you can’t give 15 min…give a thought next time!!
Okie! Will somebody tell me, how to remove that viscous liquid from my finger (its now 2 days)…SURF, TIDE, RIN, APRIL, VIM, NIRMA or BRICK or SOIL or SOME ACID?? Cosmetic help needed…….

Kailasa @ NSIT's Moksha'07, a serendipitous surprise

Sometimes life gives more than what you want. It’s a case of ‘SERENDIPITY’ surprises in life.

Kailasa came to NSIT on 25th Feb. The scheduled start time was 6:30 pm but the band came late (9:15 pm)...infact very late...infact even late as us.

Before THE K arrived :

Me is affiliated to Kailash Kher with some special affection. His Allah Ke Bande in my tone got me a trophy at Venky. So, me had a plan to visit his concert at NSIT. NSIT unfortunately lies some 35km away from my place, so me had to plan a car pool. Initially it started with Sa-ill (5’8”, >80 kgs). Planning included Nel (THE navigator, 6’1” >80 kgs). San (5’7”, =60 kgs) too agreed at the last moment. But, there is always a BUT…
And this BUT, gave us two more companions – KP (6’2”, =60kgs) n Bombay Viking Shankar; 5’5” >60 kgs (aka BVS; read it has one person)
Oh, by the way…the car used to achieve this mission was ’95 model Maruti 800 “the OLD BOLD”.

THE voyage :

The voyage was simple. There are no route issues while going to NSIT from the place we started…but we made one. Yes, we made one mistake…a deadly one…and instead going through Dwarka flyover – we went to Mahipalpur. Then we traveled through the remaining 3 sides of Delhi’s international airport in a majestic streetlight-less environment to reach Dwarka sector no.? (dunno where we landed). Again, we used our brain, which again wasn’t a good idea and again landed somewhere different from the correct path. After hovering in various sectors of Dwarka, we finally managed to reach the correct road. There too we missed the U-turn and thereby, added extra 6-7 kms to reach the NSIT gate.
35 km journey in non-traffic ended in >1.25 hrs.

THE Parking :

The parking was done successfully. It was like placing a Horizontal Line among a distorted array of Vertical Lines.
Our Indian Govt. has done one very commendable thing by making it mandatory for colleges to have toilets. But some dunno think that way - some (me NOT included) believe in making the green grass more greener…

THE show :-

Kailash Kher, entered at 9:15 pm with Mangal Mangal song. He and his band created the most perfect sounds that one expects. One thing about Kailash Khar…he sounds the same in LIVE as he does in recording. Kailasa’s remixed ‘Rang-Deeni’ served as the sizzler for the day. Mine personal favourite was again Allah Ke Bande (the crowd chorus was just ultimate and rightly differentiated between recording and crowd-chorus-singing). A large number of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s songs were also performed.

The best thing about Kailash Khar was his innocence while talking to the crowd...
“Com-on guys, after all u all’r Delhites yaaaaar”

“U want MORE…but were r the MORNIES?” (referring to female peacocks)

THE departure :
Population effectively affected us while departing. Money (5’5”, =55 kgs) n SAWni (6’1”, = 80 kgs), the two frontbenchers of our class also came to NSIT. So, my 800 had to cater to two more.

8 oxes in SINGLE 800…consequence – “THE old bold” gave up amidst that dark night.
...BUT phir bhi hum ALLAH KE BANDE hasde.

Also, I would like to thank Mr. BOBO for providing us DINNER at 2 a.m.
Sometimes LIFE gives you moments that are not needed, but that which are wanted…