Oh what a joy it is to drive on these pristine Delhi roads.
Every road is filled with bumps and cracks that jiggle you from head to toe. Even an hour in the gym can’t work out your muscles as well as riding over a hole in the ground does. It’s true exercise, from head to toe, not to mention the mind numbing effect it has on your nerves.
Mental exercise is another brilliant side effect of fiving here. Ever day you search your vocabulary to find new abuses that you can level at your fellow drivers. Who by the way, are the salt of the earth. Cutting lanes, incessant honking and exhibition of road rage are just some of the qualities that make them a joy to have around. What can I say, they fill my life with such adventure.
And how can I forget the sheer brilliance of the municipalities that actually construct our roads. Flyovers that stop the flow of traffic rather than ease it, incomplete construction sites that never fail to live up to their promise of jamming the roads… ah! What saints!
As a new driver, I can safely say that my days and dreams are filled with my driving adventures. This tribute was indeed well deserved.
What do you think?
Next week: The joys of parking.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
One for the Road Debjit Da!
I remember you as the first guy to treat me like an adult when I was still the ‘little sister’ for everyone around. A brilliant conversationalist. The man who introduced me to the intruging world of photography. The friend I could discuss sidey films and great books with. You were all this and much more.
You have not been a part of my life for a few years now. And while distance did not really make the heart fonder, your death makes me recall the fond memories I have of you. A hunt for ice-cream at 2 in the morning, a debate on Secret Seven VS Famous Five, a lesson on photography and the one on how to smoke properly.
Thank you for all those times. Thank you for being the person you were. I hope you find peace wherever you are going now. You will be missed.
You have not been a part of my life for a few years now. And while distance did not really make the heart fonder, your death makes me recall the fond memories I have of you. A hunt for ice-cream at 2 in the morning, a debate on Secret Seven VS Famous Five, a lesson on photography and the one on how to smoke properly.
Thank you for all those times. Thank you for being the person you were. I hope you find peace wherever you are going now. You will be missed.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
nothingsane: The Media Circus
nothingsane: The Media Circus: "Media-bashing seems to be the latest trend in town. Tune in to a news channel in a crowded pub and every table will offer an opinion about h..."
The Media Circus
Media-bashing seems to be the latest trend in town. Tune in to a news channel in a crowded pub and every table will offer an opinion about how the media is just a cooking pot of sensation today. Movies like Peepli Live throw the frivolous nature of television reporting at our faces while campaigns like HT preach about how it’s time to change the way news is presented.
The overall verdict seems to be that the mighty days of the pen are a thing of the past. Today, the pen and its wielders are mere rats in the race for higher TRPs. News is packaged in a manner more appropriate for an Ekta Kapoor serial than a source of reliable information.
Granted. But here’s the crux – Do we really want True Journalism?
Remember the DD days when the reporters merely stated facts? Would any of us actually watch that?
Who watches these so called entertaining news channels? We do.
Who prefers the cartoon strips to a well written editorial? We do.
Who laps up a spicy special on the hump(ty)-dump(ty) lifestyles of the rich and famous? We do.
And that’s what my point is. It’s always easy to blame the government, the politicians, the company, the people for anything and everything in life. The media is the latest victim of the “It’s always his/her/its fault” philosophy we have. Taking responsibility to change something is simply not our thing.
Speaking of change, the media has changed perspectives in recent years. The Jessica Lal case, the demand for gay rights, the Ruchika Girhotra Case (at least the initial buzz) were all brought to the forefront by the today ostracized media.
I am no fan of the media clan, but I do believe that the anti-media stance that the country seems to have taken is a tad bit unfair. If the media is a circus, we are the ringmasters – question is will we ask them to stay or jump?
The overall verdict seems to be that the mighty days of the pen are a thing of the past. Today, the pen and its wielders are mere rats in the race for higher TRPs. News is packaged in a manner more appropriate for an Ekta Kapoor serial than a source of reliable information.
Granted. But here’s the crux – Do we really want True Journalism?
Remember the DD days when the reporters merely stated facts? Would any of us actually watch that?
Who watches these so called entertaining news channels? We do.
Who prefers the cartoon strips to a well written editorial? We do.
Who laps up a spicy special on the hump(ty)-dump(ty) lifestyles of the rich and famous? We do.
And that’s what my point is. It’s always easy to blame the government, the politicians, the company, the people for anything and everything in life. The media is the latest victim of the “It’s always his/her/its fault” philosophy we have. Taking responsibility to change something is simply not our thing.
Speaking of change, the media has changed perspectives in recent years. The Jessica Lal case, the demand for gay rights, the Ruchika Girhotra Case (at least the initial buzz) were all brought to the forefront by the today ostracized media.
I am no fan of the media clan, but I do believe that the anti-media stance that the country seems to have taken is a tad bit unfair. If the media is a circus, we are the ringmasters – question is will we ask them to stay or jump?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Meet The Therapists
I finally figured out why soap operas, both English and desi, are so popular. Those characters have it so tough, your life seems blissful in comparison.
You had a bad day. Bad boss, traffic jams, blah blah blah.
The lady on screen: has a boss that’s sexually harassing her, her husband is having an affair with her best friend, whose husband she had a one night stand with and is still attracted to and the aforementioned boss just found out about it.
Think about it. Doesn’t that make you feel a little bit better? I call it soap therapy. And what’s more every channel has a similar story running almost 24/7 so you never need to stick to a timeline. It’s bloody brilliant.
Take it from me the ‘I-might-be-unemployed-soon-and-growing-to-be-a-fat-cow-thanks-to my-chocolates-keep-depression-away-theory’ woman – soap therapy actually works.
In fact, I am considering marketing my soap therapy idea as anti-depression packages customized to meet your need and problem. Any customers out there?
You had a bad day. Bad boss, traffic jams, blah blah blah.
The lady on screen: has a boss that’s sexually harassing her, her husband is having an affair with her best friend, whose husband she had a one night stand with and is still attracted to and the aforementioned boss just found out about it.
Think about it. Doesn’t that make you feel a little bit better? I call it soap therapy. And what’s more every channel has a similar story running almost 24/7 so you never need to stick to a timeline. It’s bloody brilliant.
Take it from me the ‘I-might-be-unemployed-soon-and-growing-to-be-a-fat-cow-thanks-to my-chocolates-keep-depression-away-theory’ woman – soap therapy actually works.
In fact, I am considering marketing my soap therapy idea as anti-depression packages customized to meet your need and problem. Any customers out there?
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