Jai Ho Rahman, Jai Ho India

Eight Oscars at one go !! The world is at our feet, really. If there was one for dusky beauty, Frieda Pinto!! Did you remember somebody denied her a role in a reality programme.

Hope, all the noise surrounding the Slumdog creates a climate of sensitivity while celebrating the human spirit!! Now, Read On...

http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Tuesday/Columns/2481527/Article/index_html

Bald & the Beautiful

Putting an end to all presumptions, our Azzu bhai aka Md Azharuddin, the disgraced former Indian captain, became part of the Glam-League of the Congress. For some, it might work as wonders for the party in reestablishing its secular credentials. Even they would be more than happy to see a red hot Bizlani along with Azzu bhai, much like Sanju Baba-Manyata road show in Lucknow, expecting some sort of moral-booster to their dampened spirits following the aSatyam episode. And why not!! End of the day, it should be a real fight between the Bald (LK) and the Beautiful !! And who else can add more GQ (glam quotient) than 'almost-bald' Azzu bhai's better-half!!

My First Public Kiss

Of late, I have become a great admirer of both MS and SRK. In fact, I loved all the non-sense of Surinder Sahani, his First Public Kiss and the subsequent metamosphosis in RDBJ. May be in Surinder, I see myself to some extent. Like Surinder, I have enough to cheer about my first public kiss considering my upbringing and personal nature. I got my first public kiss from none other than the daughter of then President of Venezuela in 2004 during the International Youth Summit in Hyderabad. I may find her exact name if I search my old byline stories from Express. But the incident after the kiss was a complete catastrophe. Even before I could begin, I had to wind up the interview with her. She was in the verge of breaking down soon after my second question and I had to switch the table in the Ball Room of Kakatiya Sheraton. But then, I had little remorse. The tag of de-facto youngest reporter in the city with front page byline stories, mostly not positive, in regular interval was enough to fire my belley and take me to the RTC bus for my next story.

Some Valentine Crap

It is my way of celebrating occasions like I did yesterday, the 14th Feb. I was navigating so many websites to have a readable piece on Valentines Day. I was sick of idiotic features on news channels. There it was Guardian to serve me to some extent.
Fancy a heart-shaped pewter hip flask, boob-shaped egg fryer or a bell to ring for sex? Love in the best possible taste!! Fantastic observation followed by an interesting piece on Power Couples!!
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/feb/13/relationships
I realised I am in love with Carla Bruni the way she personifies the glamour quotient in everything she does.
Spoke to P remembering the same period a year before and comparing it with today. For the uninitiated, P is a beautiful character I came across a year back who taught me, if not anything, not to remain shy in matters of expressing own thoughts/feelings. I still owe her for the great learning and smsed her congratulating on her wedding.

Jumping on to the Blogwagon

And finally, I am here. The 12-letter word, all in small, is there on the top to substantiate this fact. I would say that it was a much-awaited phenomenon with many of my well-wishers suggesting me to start a blog of my own while at the same time contributing to others, such as the hoot, techgoss etc that I have been doing for a considerable period. Personally, I hate blogging as it becomes the platform to communicate how often do u sneeze or have cough in the day to the entire world. Having said that, let me admit to the fact that it was a sort of necessity for me since I left a bunch of "happy people" in Mumbai to join this PSU job.