SWS (Some Watchable Stuff)

When this Tata Sky customer decided to order for the watch (San Diego - Polo Club), a sports variety costing only Rs 499 instead of Rs 3800 as a complimentary offer, there was a tickle in the belley.

Today, as I open the courier I cherish it and have it tied to my wrist throughout the day. For the uninitiated, I am wearing a watch after a gap of more than ten years. Then I was in my graduation days when I lost it to some fellow mischief-mongers only to end up taking a vow not to wear it till I am able to do so on my own. Despite provocation, I didn't want to bleed my school-teacher dad's pocket anymore.

While flaunting the Polo Club on my right hand today, I so dearly miss the moment when I bought the erstwhile HMT Surya from the most well-known shop in my hometown. Post matriculation, my dad took me to the same shop where he bought one for my elder bro four years back to mark his entry into college. From morning till late-afternoon, I tried every watch available there and purchased one with utter confusion. Next day, again both of us travelled 25 kms to replace that with a similar one to my elder bro's with a variation of around Rs 200 extra, thanks to HMT Surya. I still remember the golden colour watch having the dark brown leather strap. My bro had used it to such an extent that it had developed some black spots in it when I presented a new watch to him which had been presented to me by one of my close buddies of Turning Point Era in the city of Nizams.

For this buddy, it was a token of love to cherish the days when we together had struggled under an asbestos roof in Secunderabad. Here my friend Kashinath got a passport to live his life in BARC, Mumbai with his wife in the most desirable form.

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It was a treat to watch Katrina Kaif during my initial days of reporting. I was still a student in HCU. In stead of sitting somewhere among the galaxy of Talk of the Town, I preferred to stand near the camera where models display some exclusive stuff to mark their entry into the world of glamour with elan. I remember the dark red coloured sex siren showing her tits to the appalause of the audience. Her walk had the authority and her full-moon twin assets had the audacity to make you feel like a loser of some different planet. I was trying hard to negotiate with my eye-balls. And Katrina Kaif was already there for the fortunate lot.

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It was great to visit the world of chinkis this diwali. Assam has always been one of my favourite places since I learned to at least listen to my desires.

The Story of a Free bird & Pranic Healing

It was a common love story. You may call it one-sided love. The boy proposes the girl and the girl declines. He was apparently not so interesting, not having the display board of a promising future!! Then both of them learn to move on.

Many waters keep flowing through the river, and they again meet up in an alien city as luck would have it, almost after a decade. There they discover a new force. Law of attraction takes both of them into a course on Pranic Healing (http://www.pranichealing.co.in/. Both compliment eachother and try to rediscover their life-force together. And finally they listen to the much-desired inner call to take everything to a final conclusion. The once college love gets its marital passport.

When this poor fellow last visited the Ravi Verma's flat, it was written in front of his door:

Leave the bird free, if it comes back to you, it was yours; if it does not, it never was.

Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

From cocktail waitress to model to pornstar. He had it all and many more skeletons may tumble out as Tiger saga goes murkier day by day. It is a field day for Tabloid Journalism after a considerable gap. The last mocktail they had was probably with Berlusconi and his 40-something escort a few months ago.

Who knew that our Tiger has such a woodwork to his credit!! Now we really understand what made Gary Kristen deliver that unfamous statement for our Men in Blue!! (Followers may refer one of the recent posts Kuch Kuch Hota Hai in this blog).

I envy you Tiger!!

To my mind, Sachin remains the Icon No 1 of my generation, not merely for his forest of receords, but for the humility he displays despite all of them. Many great sport stars including Hansie, Aggassie have fallen, but our little big man shines even after 20 years of marathon running between the wickets.

Mann Ka Radio

Abhi tum ankhe band karoge. Tumara sab soch ko ek bindu ke upar kendrit karoge. Dekho tumko kaunsa dar kha raha hai. Kaun tumko dara raha hai.

Abhi kya ho raha hai. Tum kidhar ho, kya pehne ho.

Kaunsa flight hai, aur kaun hai tumare paas!!

Flight No 101, Air India, 1966, Mumbai to New York, Dr Homi Bhaba, ....


All bullshit.

I can just poke fun of the visual display of Past Life Regression Therapy courtesy Raaj Pichhle Janam Ka of ND TV Imagine. If we go by the show host Ravi Kisheen and therapist Tripti Jayeen, then the reality programme should create a sort of revolution among the prime-time viewers.

Only time can say if Late Dr Homi Bhava was really a copassenger of the same flight that the Bhopal girl Swati Singh travelled in her past life!!

"NDTV Imagine, chalne de jaraa; Sach Ka Samna ke baad, TRP badhane de jarra."

My Favourite Politician

He is a poet politician. The lover and the lunatic. The man who defined Rajdharma in Coalition Politics. I adore Atalji much more than his erstwhile party men. I would love him so much that I had his famous poems written in front of my study table. I would keep watching his political speeches live on TV. They had an honesty. Even I had an opportunity to attend one of his rallies. I loved him as a sensible young man. I would hear his complete Independence Day address from Lalkilla with rapt attention. Even today, at times, I love to remember his loving poems. They offer some solace, if not solution.

Na haar mein, Na jeet mein, Kinchit nahin bhaybhit main, Kartavya path par jo bhi mile, Yeh bhi sahi woh bhi sahi” (I am not afraid of defeat and victory, whatever comes my way of duty, I will accept it, because this is true and that is true).

Har nahi manunga, rar nahi thanunga, Kal ke kapal par likhta, mitata hun, Geet naya gata hun, geet naya gata hun.

He was a stateman, a poltician with a real big heart. The man who made others to look up to him. I don't know why I am writing all this today.

I wish somebody get more insights from Atalji on being committed to life and motivated to many without surrendering to somebody. Probably, our jurnodom has failed to extract that aspect fully from Atalji's life.