tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229370012012-02-02T04:23:15.932ZI work as a financial reporter in London, so I'm annoying NRI to Indians and immigrant scum to the British. And until I become prestigious enough to write columns and comment pieces, this is where I let it all out...Abhinavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14059204081633062783noreply@blogger.comBlogger481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22937001.post-21553687195358348472011-11-27T08:00:00.014Z2011-11-27T09:23:38.069Z

I am a humble artistmoulding my earthly clod,adding my labour to nature'ssimply assisting God.Not that my effort is needed;yet somehow, I understand,my maker has willed it that I too should haveunmoulded clay in my hand. - Piet HeinSo, I have been exploring my spiritual side for about a year now. I know, I know. If you had told me six or seven years ago that I would one day

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I’ve smoked at least ten “last” cigarettes in the last six months. Today is my last attempt to beat that sneaky bastard – the nicotine addiction. Not last attempt in the sense of if I don’t succeed, I will be a smoker for life. But last attempt in the sense of – after today, I will never smoke a cigarette again. So why, you may well ask, (I am assuming I will have at least one reader) am I

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It was a bright sunny day, the sort that comes at a  premium in London, when I set off to watch India v England at Lords. It was odd - the home of cricket, here WG Grace smacked the ball around with a toss of his impressive beard, here Michael Holding murdered the English batting lineup after Tony Grieg said he would make the West Indies "grovel", and here Ganguly and Dravid played their first

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10 indications that you're in danger of becoming British.1) When you cancel dinner plans on a Wednesday night so you can rush home to watch the Apprentice.2) When you start using 'mate' in your conversation instinctively rather than intentionally, and when you start saying 'chips' instead of 'french fries' and 'crisps' instead of 'chips'.3) When you find, to your surprise, that you're usually on

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I found my age of empires 3 DVD while clearing away some papers and popped it in again - it's been at least five years since I played the game. I was struck anew by the gorgeous graphics - just the way the tree sways when a woodcutter takes the axe to it - the way the fish leap over each other in the rippling water, and even the way the dogs scratch their ears. The background score is lovely, and

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the other day, i bought the slum dog millionaire soundtrack in the safe knowledge that it has to be good, not because it won an oscar, but because it was a r rahman. he's never disappointed, except maybe with bombay dreams.what i wasn't expecting, is to feel this deep surge of homesickness, and a deep sense of wasting a large portion of my youth because of my cynical attempts to be 'cool'. this

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journalism is so simple.take slumdog millionaire, for example. ive had several people in england ask me if 'that sort of thing' really happens, and i've had heated debates with several people in india if it's villifying the country, exaggerated, or just plain bollocks.these arguments - with other Indians - have mostly been long and pointless, and when people from England ask me - i usually reply

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a few years ago (it's scary to think just how many years ago) i was sitting in class at loyola college, the incomparable prof. britto was taking a class in archetypes. he got past all the regular stuff off the syllabus, and then he suddenly launched a tirade on Spiderman."do you think those film-makers are fools?" he told a largely indifferent class.his theory was that mainstream-blockbuster

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obamamania creeps up on you, catches you unawares, and then stays with you like an annoying cold - just when you think you're past it, you feel that sneeze coming on...i tried my best to view obama with my normal cynicism for any mass sentiment. i was given enough cause, with everyone following him with a sort of manic obsessiveness. They even served 'obama cakes' when he won. what are obama

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Absolutely fantastic piece of news in the newspaper today. Apparently the UK government is going to identify obese youngsters and then send the family a mail saying "your son is overweight etc. please do something about it."Apparently parents walk around in a bit of a daze, and then when the gov comes to the rescue, they turn around, take one look, and go, "Oh shit, my son IS a fatty".

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Memorable quotes from the MA print course this year...1) Louise Hall (to Jess on my birthday) - "Do they have cake in India?"2) Jessica Bell (to David Holmes) - "This department is just completely disorganised!"3) The Masked Avenger (to more people than it should've been) - "The last time I got drunk I felt up the girl from accounts"4) Laurie Allsop (about Kaye and her overcoat) - "Now we know

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When i started this blog two years ago, i vowed never to write on cricket. it just takes up too much of our mindspace in India, in my opinion... plus, even though passion for cricket flows thro my blood like it does most other indians, there are way too many experts. everyone's got an opinion... why, i had at least three people tell me to tell vidyut to play more along the ground, or some shit

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In the last few months there has been the biggest row in UK about the nationalisation of Northern Rock, the Newcastle based bank. The implication - apart from the fact that my fav football team is now sponsored by the government - means little to me.But it did get me to thinking about the national banks in India. Let me make my stance clear - I love our national banks (or Public Sector Units [

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I haven't just revamped my blog because there were just two comments to the last post, the lowest i've had so far (i thought everyone loved long rants on democracy and politics?). I remember the halcyon days when my post with just one word -"fuck", to be more specific - provoked 18 comments.. sigh...Anyways, it's not cos of the lack of activity, it's cos it's convergence week at my journalism

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One brilliant thing about living in a different country is how you're able to step back and look objectively at how a nation works. For me, observing how the UK system of government and economy functions has been fascinating, and it has given me a point of comparison to look at India as well.And I'm not the only one.When I went down earlier today to get my sixth cup of coffee, I walked bang into

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Living in and exploring UK on a shoe string budget is an experience. You alternate between tremendous excitement and blind panic twice before your morning cup of depressingly instant coffee, and go thro the cycle twice more when you step out into the delicious cold. yes, i said delicious. there's something about the biting cold that makes you feel fresh as if youve slept ten hours, when in fact

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That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees-Those dying generations - at their song...Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect- Yeats, Sailing to ByzantiumEngland is so different from what I had imagined. Man, what a cliche - but if you could hear me say those words, maybe it would make sense, if you could hear how VEHEMENTLY I

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So I get off the station, and Manasi tells me to turn left "and head towards the York Minster" which can be seen from every part of the city. Now I was already quite excited about seeing everything, but nothing could have prepared me for how imposing the York Minster would actually turn out to be - except for the strains of classical music that hung in the air on the way - and in the park just by

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Its been years since I've written anything about literature (or even thought about lit. for that matter) but of late, I've been thinking more and more about my days in Loyola..The life of a literature student is something else. You bunk most classes (since a lot of those profs don't really teach you much anyways), you drink several cups of coffee, discuss beat poetry and the absurdist tradition

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I'm doing this because:a) I am very flattered that eyefry 'tagged' me on this questionnaire.b) It doesn't get much worse than the poem i posted last time round.1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.Slight serration below the eye. Had a wart there, and it was cauterised. (with that appetising start, the rest of this is just going to flow like honey.)2. What is on the walls in

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mutual funds and plasma TVsI wonder if i wonder anymore at allthe everyday trap of learning new thingshas gripped me in a vicethats what the 20s are about they saystoring up that fund of knowledgeof politics and economics and Worldviewand staring at beggars with missing limbsand not lifting a (thankfully whole) fingerand holding your nose when the smell of pissknocks you sideways in the local

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Another day, another Special Economic Zone, another predictable pun - "Govt SEZ this is a sustainable business model" etc. This week, 14 villagers were killed in West Bengal (and we all know about government estimates... its probably four times that number) and thousands of women and children sustained bullet wounds.No this isn't another rant against the government, nor is it a rant against

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"Who do you think buys the stones that I bring out? Dreamy American girls who all want a storybook wedding and a big shiny rock. Just like the ones they see in the advertisements of your politically correct magazine. So please, don't come here to make judgments on me, all right?" - Leonardo Di Caprio, Blood

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Not much has changed since my long sabbatical from blogville, apart from a couple of enquiries as to where I disappeared (varun, vinayak, thanks for that) and blog-spammers, whom I have eluded for almost a year, seem to have finally hunted me down. I particularly enjoyed:------------------------------------------------Anonymous said:Beautiful site! I'll be back as soon as possible!effexor

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First off all, a disclaimer. Reporter saar was worried that people would confuse this post with him - in truth it has nothing to do with him, poor chap, who doesn't give nor expect sycophancy in any degree.Which is what my post is about - sycophancy.Yesterday, I went to the press conference where three ministers were present.The first thing that struck me was the way in which the programme

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"I heard something in those singers' voices that said there was more to life than what my old man was doing and the life that I was living. And they held out a promise, and it was a promise that every man has a right to live his life with some decency and dignity. And it's a promise that gets broken every day, in the most violent way."- Bruce SpringsteenWhen I read these lines in Bruce's

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"I hope a dog bites his balls off!!! if he has any that is.....arrgggggg i'm so mad!!" is a scrap i received this morning from Sharon. Now, though she has her faults, I'm the last one to deny it, she doesn't usually get this violent - worked up yes, but violent, no.But she had reason this time.http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=11322093If you can't be bothered to click on the link (and I'm a

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There have been a lot of arguments about whether or not organised retail in India would be a positive development. There's been a lot of vociferous argument about whether or not the retail market should be opened up to foreign direct investment, which would make it easy for the WalMarts of this world to set up shop here and sweep away the market. The Left has argued that this would be detrimental

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This post is about me wanting to say the word fuck.FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!

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"I fucking despise hip hop. Loathe it. Eminem is a fucking idiot and I find 50 Cent the most distasteful character I have ever crossed in my life. It's so negative. Eminem's new song about his kid - isn't it the most ridiculous piece of music you have ever heard in your life? I just don't like the dragging women around on dog leads and all that stuff. I'm not fucking having that.I'm not saying

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She adorns her forehead with the vermilion of saffron.. drapes herself with the lush green of prosperity.. and in her heart she is white and pure.. she rolls the wheel of progress.. she is our MOTHER INDIA.. let's make her proud.. let's serve her in earnest... let's be proud to be born as INDIANS... wishing you a very HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY... ***No, ladies and gentlemen, I have not gone mad. I'm

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The Chennai social scene is utter rubbish. And I'm not saying that in the manner of those Punjabi stud-boys with the bright stretch shirt that shows his (lack of) muscles - 'oh does everything here shut at midnight???' sort of way.let me explain - the two places where most young socialites congregate are a) coffee shops for the college kids/ones who dont get perm to stay out beyond nine and b)

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By popular request (well, one person) here's a critical analysis of Blur's Song 2.In true literature style, a bit of background first - Blur and Oasis had been waging war in the UK charts prior to this. Blur's Parklife scored over Oasis' debut album Definitely Maybe. The second round was fairly even, with Country House knocking Roll With It off the number one spot, and both albums, the Great

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One album i've been listening to quite a bit in the recent past is Blur's The Great Escape. Apart from being easy to listen to and with one or two songs ridiculously catchy, some of Alburn's lyrics are pretty intelligent.I don't think there's a single love song on the album, they're all satires on various people, and very smart ones too. And it starts with the very first lines of the first song,

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The other day I was chatting with this American-returned Indian. Everyone would know from experience that they can be a frustrating lot. "The problem with India is that nobody wants change", he thundered. "Take litter for example..." and he went off into a spiel about how we are too lazy, and the streets are filthy etc.So I said, "What's wrong with litter? I think its ok if there's litter in the

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In the last two days i received about six text messages requesting me to a) take part in the anti reservation protest happening in chennai, and more importantly b) giving these protesters some coverage in the paper.I studiously ignored them all, until today i was so annoyed i replied 'i dont believe in it'. To which the prompt reply was, 'lets debate later, now forward the msg to all your

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I lie back on this bed of mineIn this barrack of a roomThe nightclubs call out to meWith the clinking vodkaAnd the swaying womenWho don't seem to notice youBut smile to themselves insideThe bleary eyed baldy at the barWho's always looking six inches southOf her smile.And you,With the light in your hairAnd the laughter in your eyesThat mocks this mad ritualOf alcohol and music and danceAnd halter

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Che Sa!This is about Jet Li. The reason why I put up this post is cos I saw five of his movies last week. That's right, five! And then, it became one of my periodic obsessions, which still hasnt ended, so I actually went to jetli.com (man, i'm becoming more and more like a teenage schoolgirl everyday) and read up all his interviews.Anyways about those five - Kiss the Dragon, Danny the Dog (right,

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Chris Burns with Dennis Lillee in the pic."I don't like one day cricket. Test cricket is so much more absorbing, and has so many intricacies — the long version is the true version of cricket." Reading those words, you would picture an elderly purist saying it, sitting on an armchair and reliving the old days.Instead, it's Chris Burns, a 22-year-old American from New York, who has given up his job

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This post is inspired by Gitanjali's... how does one make that a link man? no idea just go for http://myverbalconstipation.blogspot.com// and read the post about reservations. Gitanjali had written about the reservation issue really well, making her points in an organised manner.. Was reading it, and then reading the comments, and quite a few people had said - caste system is supposed to be dead,

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In BA, after one of the profs threw an answer paper in the dustbin (one of my classmates had titled Milton's poem as 'Honest Blindness' instead of 'On His Blindness'), we decided it was time to pull up our socks, so we decided to study together on the eve of every exam.Really really stupid idea.The plan: Meet up at Aslam's place at 6, study til around midnight, and then get a good amount of sleep

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Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all convictions, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.The Second

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There was this seminar I once went for. One man gets up and talks about his trip to China. Marco Polo's reports in the 1700s (?) couldn't have been filled with more awed wonder - he talks of malls and sky scrapers and causeways and autobahns, and everyone there, including myself, eyes glaze over (in a good way) and we all dream of this fairytale land And then he goes - "In China, if they decide

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"somebody told methat you had a boyfriendwho looked like a girlfriendthat i had in february of last year"A song by the killers, no doubt reflecting sexual confusion in degenerate London... But honestly, i think we're just one step behind them... Chennai, the last place where you'd expect such stirring events - but just today, I mention to a friend of mine that I met some girl or the other (lets

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I don't know if you've ever felt that slight wistfulness at the end of a fantasy movie, a sigh of oh, I wish i was a kid slaying imaginary dragons with my plastic sword once again... I felt that after watching Peter Pan, and more recently, after watching The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. The latter movie, I thought was really well made.. Once again New Zealand landscapes (man, don't you just

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Lyrics in Western music are so unpredictable... Some people you think are good lyricists, but sometimes they write something downright stupid and mess up the whole thing. Case in point - Roger Waters from Pink Floyd. The entire Wall album is full of pain and agony, and so full of restless energy - you can almost feel the singer grinding his teeth as he spits those lyrics out. In One of my turns

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A month or so ago, a small piece appeared on The hindu's front page - six tribals killed in a clash with the police over the Tata Steel new steel plant in Bhubaneswar. The story depressed the crap out of me, i couldnt blv that anyone could be so desperate as to attack armed, trained people with bows and arrows.But when i went into office, and brought the subject up, one of my colleagues said,

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I love covering IT press conferences. Cos its only at IT press cons that i know that all the other journalists are as clueless as i am, and i have as good a chance as anybody else to actually understand what the hell is going on.I mean, take for example the press con i went for yesterday. Name of the company - Neo Accel. What do they do? Er.... i'll just go with software development. Actually

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