Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Laloo, Nitish and Bihar

In politics, taking a U-turn is shrewdness but making an O-turn is sheer art. Nitish Kumar has mastered this political art. He is back to where he started. Laloo and Nitish ‘fought together’ against Congress during emergency, fought with each other in Bihar and now are ‘fighting together’ against BJP. The circle of Friend-Foe-Friend is complete. Before 16th May, 2014, which political pundit would have thought in their wildest imagination that pathological hatred toward one man (Modi) can bring Lalu and Nitish together? In politics, there is certainly a limited advantage of using the past as a template to predict the future.

In 2010 Bihar Assembly election, people showered Nitish Kumar with fountain of trust by giving him a historic mandate. But by aligning with Laloo, he has muddied the fountain that once saved his political career.

Until 2014 LS election, to fulfil his desire of becoming PM, he cloaked his hypocrisy with a cunning brow. He was under the illusion that being the largest partner of BJP he is indispensable to NDA and by allying with the anti-Modi faction within NDA, he will be the only acceptable face to lead the NDA and in-turn become PM. In a jibe to Modi he once said, “Those who dream of becoming PM will even cease to remain CM”. His words were like Cassandra- nobody believed but it became true, the only difference was he made a prediction for himself. He ceased to be CM of Bihar after the LS defeat.

Media and pseudo-secularist hailed him as a Martyr when he resigned for taking the moral responsibility of the drubbing in the 2014 LS election, but the same media and Adarsh Liberals went into hibernation mode when he aligned with a convicted Laloo.

Laloo and Nitish may be united by a Fact but are divided by a Factor.

The Fact is – Stop BJP at any cost.
The Factor is – Who will become the Chief Minister?

Laloo has not aligned with him because of any altruist motive or to assuage him for the LS defeat. He knows enemy’s enemy is a pal. Once the primary enemy is defeated, the weaker pal will dance to his tune. Laloo wants to regain his lost glory- the rustic King of Bihar once he was. His every political utterance is chiselled by his astuteness – “I am drinking poison to stop BJP”- a metaphor to justify alliance with JD(U). Kumar’s delusion will be shattered the day RJD gets more seats than JD(U). Laloo has offered a mirage in the form of alliance to Nitish who is desperate to avenge his LS defeat.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

O' Stranger

I haven't seen you
I haven't met you
I haven't talked to you, ever
Should we go ahead
And fall in love?
O' Stranger

Debt of Love

Sweet debt of Love -

Each night it makes me rich
Bankrupt, the next morning

Football or Fakeball?

No Nothing. No matter how much I try to get infected by Soccer flu, the FIFA WC fever doesn't catches me.The only thing I know about football team is their country's capital.

Perhaps if India had qualified it would have been interesting.
Which springs forth to this question..
Why is India inherently bad at football but is Brazil of cricket?

I can think of two reasons..
Fitness. In soccer, first you acquire physical fitness and gradually the required skills but in cricket fitness comes second to skills (physical fitness is under-rated in India). VVS Laxman and Virendra Sehwag were not the fittest of players but went on to play some historic knocks.

Secondly, the problem lies with the game itself. Football is an "unjust game" with which Indians cannot relate. There is a huge incentive for the players to cheat. A single goal can make a huge difference in soccer which is why players/referee cheats (eg:- faking an injury in box can earn you a penalty kick ). While in the Gentleman’s game, there is very limited scope of cheating. Moreover, in Football a team which dominates the game may still lose while in Cricket, a team which dominates the game is always rewarded.

Below The Belt

Yes, there is a conspiracy against me by all the airlines. Yes, this has happened with me 90% of the time whenever I have traveled by any airline.

My baggage always arrives at the last in the airport conveyor belt, when I have had almost given up hope and had mentally prepared myself to combat with the airline staffs. Moreover, the frustration turns into anger when you see everyone leaving with his/her baggage and you are standing alone, as dumb as a doorpost.

This had happened with me at the Shanghai airport also. I was about to cry (you can't think of combating with the Chinese guys, they are really tough nuts to crack hence the emotional bearing) until I saw my baggage ejecting from the belt outlet.

The Dosa Conundrum

My zodiac sign has bestowed me with a firm decision making ability. The only time I vacillate is while having a Masala Dosa - whether to start from the irresistible crispy end and approach the masala later or start from the middle and proceed to both ends. My observation with both the approach:-

When I start from the crispy end, I am 'unable' to finish all the masala. While in the second approach (starting from the middle), I fail to ensure that the masala lasts for the whole dosa.

These were the thought attacks which hit my mind while having a masala dosa yesterday. Have you ever faced this kind of gastronomical dilemma?

On a different note, I feel Idli and Dosa must have played a great role in nation's integration. Dosa is a versatile dish. From Kashmir to Kanyakumari or from Gujarat to Mizoram, you will find people having them for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

Zip Up

Aviation sector demands hospitality for its passengers. The crew members in airlines are usually nice. Hot and Nice. They welcome you with gorgeous smile, serve you snacks and beverages and ensure your safety till you deboard the plane. They even go to the extent of reminding you to 'save your work' before closing your laptop. Eh?

With ever increasing competition and many new airlines in foray, I fear they don't go overboard with such 'caring attitude' else the future announcement may be something like 'Please don't forget to pull up your zip before coming out of the lavatory'.

On the same note but different observation- Pune is a rich city but has a below poverty line airport


Good morning! Ever went to office sans breakfast to take a meeting? Ever written an exam empty stomach? How did it go? Blank thoughts? Trembling anger? Melancholic expression? It's strange how our digestive organs govern our intellect. We cannot think, cannot work until and unless our stomach wills so. It dictates our emotions, our passions.

To remain fit in this anorexic fashioned society, it's said that one should have breakfast like a King, lunch like a Prince and dinner like a beggar. How often we gloat that we are the sorriest slaves of our innocent heart and intransigent mind but we, consciously or unconsciously, ignore the role of stomach in keeping us sane.

I doubt my ability to remain hungry. Sleep alludes me with clot of tension if I try to go to bed empty stomach. Thought would struggle to take shape inside my skull. I be like dull and soulless body at the deathbed of my mind. On the contrary, when I am full, I feel good, satisfied and in peace with myself and with the world. And sometimes generous too - overtipping the waiter and the gatekeeper after a good meal in a restaurant. Hunger is an unrestrained feeling, a feeling superior than any emotions.

There is a joke 'Men and Women are never angry; they are most of the time hungry'. The anodyne master of human psychology, William Shakespeare, referred 'music' as the food of love but actually it's 'food' which is the music of love; as they say, the way to man's heart is through his stomach.

Airport Ennui

Window shopping is the best cure for ennui at the airport but in-flight journey is usually boring. I have found a solution - don't put your earpiece. Observe.

The sight of two beautiful girls infront of your seat taking 15 selfies (nonstop) with 15 different expressions as soon as they were seated. At first you try to judge and feel pity but when you see you're also coming in the frame, you change your opinion to 'they are having fun' (how vulnerable the male sex is as a result of their biological configuration). I have always wonder how different expressions come naturally to them. When I try, it's always the same - as expressive as a rock whether it's a single click or ten.

All set to take off. The supersonic engine has started and the aircraft has taken considerable speed. The fear that terrorises your heart when the metallic kite lifts itself from the tarmac - the sound of drones making it unbelievable that the flight successfully took off.

There is an elderly grey-haired gentleman sitting next to you, gives a moist and blissful yawn a-a-a every five minutes. The lack of leg-space is troubling both of us - he in the middle while myself in the aisle seat. Sitting beside him is a young man in his own world with earpiece stuck in his ears, enchanted in his musical milieu. He has a muscular physique that dominates the space around him.

Then there are wonderful petite air-hostesses. The untroubled eyes, the features firm, the superfluous makeup - immune to our fancies - giving us imperial edicts on safety and demeanour. They apparently absorb most of the beholders attention disallowing them any freedom of thoughts. If school is where they teach turbulence and aerodynamics, it's 30,000 feet above sea level where you learn about rare combination of beauty with diplomacy and hospitality.

Sitting across the aisle, is a young Bengali couple in their thirties, both immersed in reading William Dalrymple. I had continuously stared at the huge luggage of theirs, wondering what lay inside, during check-in at the airport; they are now skeptical of me as I try to peep which book of Dalrymple are they reading.

As soon as the announcement of landing travelled in our ears, one of the two girls sitting infront of me started doing her hairs. She uses the front camera of her phone to check if the looks are perfect (reason why phones are called smart), gives her phone to the other girl with the intention of sprucing her looks but she quickly avails the opportunity to take a selfie of herself. This clearly doesn't went down well with her as she snatches the phone and gave a rebuking look of 'how dare you took a selfie without me'.

Now, I am bored of observing. Over and out.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Guilt Trip

Lately, the store owners of various shopping malls have started offering a free trip to its customers. It's called guilt-trip. They make an old security guard (twice your age) stand at the entrance of the store and ask him to bow with folded hands whenever any customer enters the store.

I don't fathom the reason- how this idea will influence my decision of buying stuffs from the store? Or since my ego has been massaged now and that I have been feeling like a King, I will spend all the wealth that I have. Or they think of preying on the guilt? Oh yes! we have made him feel guilty, he is now sad hence he will shop more.

Has anyone taken this trip?