Nerd Alert

I think I have been bitten by some tech-savvy bug who has injected some of his highly contagious spittle into my veins making me talk and walk like a nerd! So now, face the torrent of my preternatural thoughts!

Umm… why are we super-possessed with predicting negative future? I remember when I was a kid, even if I was asked to write a report stating how, according to me, the world would be, say, after 10 years, I would be all like live-nerd, predicting every damn-so-weirdly-weird thing which either must have had been seen in some cartoons series or read somewhere or just like that!

For instance, I would say that I must be taking meals in tablet form or I must be flying around in Hoverboard jet cars or the world would get swamped in melted results of global warming and probably end, to be on safer side! :) Imagine… within just 10 years! :)

So, considering this as a normal human behaviour to get inclined to negativity while predicting the future, I further move on saying that Predicting Future has evolved a full fledged multi-zillions industry by now. People can now predict future using stars, tea leaves, crystal balls, tarot cards, spirit boards, octopuses or to worsen the situation, urine bubbles or even poop!!!!!

The heart of the matter is that people really love talking about and predicting doomsday. The early Christians believed that Jesus would come back in their life time, and that his coming would usher in God’s reign on earth and here ceases the human time. Over the years, the Christians and non-Christians have been fighting hard to allocate a firm date and thankfully, they both have been consistently failing till now. And yes, my mom has been telling me about Kalki since I dont remember when!

The new fuss, December 12, 2012! Not really! I bet the world would not end then. It has been made out that the big Mayan Calendar, which is just so footage-maniac that it has been in news from dunno when, is off by 50-100 years. How could one overwrite the ages old Mayan calendar with the modern Gregorian calendar, gee whiz!!? Technically, the end of the world would have had happened ages before, but we gruff Homo sapiens are still alive and breathing! Damn!

Not just this, even Time magazine predicted the onset of some ice age, citing global cooler temperatures and numerous other dangerously weird warning signs!

But the interesting part is that science fiction writers are marvelous future predictors! Like for instance:

• A space odyssey so accurately predicted the iPad in 1968, and I am still dreaming about it :)

• Interpol are testing out softwares that can predict crime before it happens… well, would be a boon for Indian thullas; they anyway don’t move from their chairs if not given any substantial reason or substantial piece of wired paper to do so! :P

•  In 1893, Jules Verne predicted the Internet, skyscrapers, calculators and a freakin’ building called Eiffel Tower, 23 years before it was actually built.

Somewhere this nerd-spittle rush assures me that even I could be a future-predictor... like I predict that you would read the next line of this blog.

Ha! You did!! Someone, please get me a diamond-studded crown!

Ohh yes! even Japanese futurists have come up with several cool, educated and guesstimated predictions like:

• By 2022, synthetic blood will make blood transfusions unnecessary, :)

• In 2026, we’ll finally have our robot maids, and I would kick my kit-kit maid out!

• By 2038, we’ll have aircraft that doesn’t run on fossil fuel, and I would probably own one!

These are quite convenient thoughts to flow along, by the way, and I would love to believe them! Way to go, Science!

Fateful Fate!

Who’s the one to be blamed?

It’s been an era that women have been considered just a chattel; a plaything that would satiate a man in every possible fashion and in the end, loose its very existence on the planet. Never ever have her views been given even slightest of weightage.

Though winds of modernization have been advancing people’s thoughts, but it seems that it would take ages for a man to have his brain evolved from being that of an animal. It seems that it would still take aeons for her to feel free to breathe, sing and live her life the way she has been aspiring to.

Sitting safely on my couch and pouring my views in this blog, I dare say that being a city girl has come as a boon in disguise. At least I don’t go through, what my newspaper tells me that numerous girls across the globe do, to fight for my survival!

For instance, a Muslim cleric in Britain has just ruled that there cannot be rape in marriage. Putting his so-damn-proud-about-my-judgment in words, he said, “In Islamic Sharia, rape is adultery by force. So long as the woman is his wife, it cannot be termed as rape”! They have this very easy-to-go-safe excuse to their absurd law which says that “Men accused of raping their wives should not be prosecuted as sex is part of marriage”.

Alas! A woman once again ends up being a victim of men’s desires, a sex toy for a man, without having her word heard, her mood or feelings given priorities or her wishes being pampered!

To fuel this up, another judgment from a court in UAE says that every man has a right to beat his woman till the time there are no visible marks on her body. What a pitiful proof of lack of thinking machine on the top of one’s shoulders! What if she can’t show how mercilessly she has been beaten up by her man by baring her body in public?

Women are not made to be spent so much of time upon. They have a consistent record of getting used, and eventually dying being a thingamajig. Women are associated with love, care, emotions, concern, tenderness and guardianship. The fact never seems to enter dimwit brains of men that even their stock of love needs to refuelled with more outer love.

According to me, we, blessed-with-way-better-conditions, women should unite and fight for our community and make the world bow to feminism!

After all, even the slightest of effort counts!

We Feel Home with You!

When initially being taught about brand equity and brand loyalty in Advertising classes back in college, I used to crack my brain thinking when and why would one become brand loyal, knowing the fact that there are several other brands with matching or better qualities squalling for his attention? Why and how could one get used to a particular product despite the imperfections, that it becomes easier for her to loose her swain but not the product!

Well, the mystification now seems to have been melting away and I find self to have become a live example showcasing that it does happen!

Kaun Banega Crorepati!!

When a contestant, while being introduced, would mellow dramatically say to Amitabh that “aap se mil ka mera sapna poora ho gaya” or “hum dus saal se is show me aana chahte the” or an exaggerated version, “aap se mil liye matlab bhagwaan se mil liye”, I would actually feel like puking! Heights of Public Display of Emotions!

But what remains the heart of the matter is that Amitabh Bachhan has carved a niche and set a firm place for himself in the minds of the audiences who do not want to listen any stammering voice in place of his bold and majestic one. In fact, if we go by statistics, the third season of Kaun Banega Crorepati suffered an all-seasons-low TRPs! We dare not say that this happened by chance!

The fact to be conceded is that we feel home with Mr. Bachhan. If the signature tune of the KBC does not conclude with his royal voice embracing our ears saying “Namaskaar Deviyon aur Sajjano”, our ears absolutely don’t find their way to salvation! The feeling of having defeated the daily-soap strife so as to eat the general knowledge pie dipped in chocolate of occasional humor. A strange-but-good thing is that brand loyalty does not happen knowingly. It silently embeds in one's DNA, making him feel addicted to the thing he loves being in touch with. 


Time to confess... we, indeed, have become used to AB’s persona that claims to be the boss of KBC.

We, sure enough, have become brand loyal, hands down!

Air Force Day!

A sense of exuberance gushes through my veins even today when my mind takes me back to that top-drawer day when I found myself charmed enough to be a part of the Indian Air Force Day. While Indian Air Force was celebrating its 78th birth day, I was busy doodling castles in the air, mesmerised enough to be alert. Still can’t judge what drives me to the aura, the heart of the matter is that there’s something veiled in the air of Defence Organisations which just holds my foot firm enough, making me completely unable to move or leave that place.

The foot taps and the loud and bold drum beats of the Air Force Jawans passing by me parading all through the huge Air Force Ground actually made my heart thump in their tunes. The ceremonial Air Force Day Parade commemorated the occasion or rather the event dipped in the colours of patriotism and wrapped in Indian flag, to be precise. Well, I dare admit that I could recollect the left-right-left nonsense which we, as kids, used to do in our school days but their march was indeed live example of synchronisation and discipline in acts.

The commentator of the event announced that now, Air Chief Marshal PV Naik would review the parade. My impish mind immediately wondered if he is going to come carrying a hunter jawing a toothpick in his mouth and reiterating the famous Sholay dialogue, Kitne aadmi the? But extinguishing my astonishment, he did not.


Moving further, I grabbed this piece of info that Air Force Parade is conducted every year to publicly pledge the continued dedication of the IAF in its service to the nation and to reassure all countrymen of its vitality and preparedness. The Air Force Day is celebrated to mark the significance of the Day (October 8, 1932) when the Act to establish the IAF came into effect. Significantly, this day also marks the commissioning of the first six IAF Officers.

Lastly, the most awaited act of the day, the air show, took away everyone’s breath. First the sky divers, then the Air Warrior Drill Team and lastly a breathtaking air show showcased the capabilities of IAF. I found the Sarang Helicopter Aerobatic Team and the Surya Kiran Aerobatic Team to be the Masters of all.

And so, with lots of exuberance and ebullience, the day lost its existence, but only in the physical terms as it is still alive in my mind and flows through my veins as a fact of being a passionate Indian and a dream of being one of those who don’t consult their calendars or watches when it comes to serving to their nation!

Standing Ovation to the Spirit!

After all,


Lucky are those who live for the nation
But blessed are those who die for it!

Conked out!!

Either I am rubbing myself way too hard, chasing life

or life is running way too fast to rub me out!!

Sophistication in Ease!

Take me to the land where the Soul is of the Soil and the Soil is of the Soul!!

Naiveté!

How I wish I stayed folksy, bound to my motherland all my life!