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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Vintage Indian Advertisements 2.10

Wanted to post this yesterday but halfway through the posting process the SMPS of my assembled machine conked off. Replaced the stuff as soon as my working hours allowed me, and it left me half-a-grand poorer. This made me wonder that the PC has almost become a necessity that we cannot do without. Nice necessity.

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Mico (Bosch) - Motor Industries Co. Ltd., Bangalore
Mico (Bosch) - Motor Industries Co. Ltd., Bangalore

Flit Powder - Esso Standard Eastern, Inc.
Flit Powder - Esso Standard Eastern, Inc.

Walmasta Plastic Emulsion Paint - British Paints, Calcutta
Walmasta Plastic Emulsion Paint - British Paints, Calcutta


Glycodin Terp Vasaka


Swiss Air

Ads from November 1965

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Monday, August 28, 2006

In Memory of Mr. Mukherjee

Hrishikesh Mukherjee

Aashiq
Aashirwad
Abhimaan
Achha Bura
Alaap
Anand
Anari
Anupama
Anuradha
Arjun Pandit
Asli-Naqli
Bawarchi
Bemisal
Biwi Aur Makaan
Buddha Mil Gaya
Chaitali
Chhaya
Chupke Chupke
Do Dil
Gaban
Gol Maal
Guddi
Jhooth Bole Kauwa Kaate
Jhoothi
Jurmana
Khubsoorat
Kissi Se Na Kehna
Kotwal Saab
Lathi
Majhli Didi
Memdidi
Mili
Musafir
Namak Haraam
Namumkin
Naram Garam
Naukri
Phir Kab Milogi
Pyar Ka Sapna
Rang Birangi
Sabse Bada Sukh
Sadma
Sanjh Aur Savera
Satyakam

Hrishikesh Mukherjee
Born: September 30, 1922
Died: August 27, 2006
His movies will live on...

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My First Portable Digital Audio Player and a Review Thereof

Samsung YPU2XB/XTL Digital Audio Player 512 MBI wanted to be a copywriter, but my first full-time job was of a copyeditor and now am a concoction of a reporter, subeditor, photographer, researcher and an occasional webmaster. Perhaps realising what my ultimate fate was going to be, my brother gifted me a Philips dictaphone (AQ6345) - not the one with the miniature cassettes but the standard size, which doubles up as a personal music player. The sturdy thing gave good service for over four years, but recently it started playing pranks on me, leaving long pauses in recorded conversation coupled with erratic tape speed. Not wanting to take any chances and not being the type who takes extensive notes during an interview, I started researching for digital voice recorders and in the one kilometre radius of my work place, all that I could find were overpriced Sony's stuff. The lowest model available was for Rs. 6000 and it 'boasted' of a 64 MB space.

Then I had the bright idea of going for an MP3 player which also has a voice recording feature. The best options within my budget seemed to be from Samsung, which has a number of digital audio players with voice recording capabilities on display (Online shops had much cheaper ones with 'more' features, but they always seemed to be of suspicious quality). I zeroed in to YB-U2X - primarily because I needed the stuff immediately and the nearby Samsung DigitAllhome had only this model in stock. But no regrets.

It cost me Rs. 4,600 (a little bargaining could have reduced a hundred or two, but then I was in a hurry) - the same as an iPod shuffle of 512 MB. The sound quality is as good as an iPod and it has a LCD display and voice recording advantage. Even the dimensions are similar to that of the iPod shuffle. The 'negative type display,' i.e., white text on a darker background enhances the readability even in bright conditions. The 512 MB storage should give me 120 songs at acceptable quality and the inbuilt battery goes on and on before the next recharge (it supposedly gives you 13 hours of listening pleasure, but am yet to verify that). The manoeuvrability in the menu isn't very complex. The record button also doubles up as a user defined button, which comes in very handy. And you can also use it as a USB drive. The preset equalisers and also the user-defined one help in bringing about the precise listening mode. The voice recording is okay, but you need to record it at 128 kbps instead of the default 32 kbps, which sounds a bit muffled.

Drawbacks, at the moment I can see only three. The first is that the battery is internal and can be charged only via a USB port. If you are stuck at someplace without a PC/laptop you'll be soon drained of music. The other is the earphones. I never seemed to like the design of Samsung's earphones. Apple is a definite winner in that aspect. The last is the blue lights that flash from both sides of the USB jack (Samsung calls it the 'Emotional Light Effect') - but that feature can be turned off.

My first interviewee was quite impressed with the device and started planning an acquisition. One colleague has already made the purchase and another will follow suit. Even my roomie is contemplating. Anyway, with so much talk about iPods it started to get a little boring. Like Nokia isn't the only 'good' mobile phone around, iPod isn't the only personal digital audio player. Time we brought in some variety.

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Sunday, August 27, 2006

Bhopal Expressed

Bhopal City BusBhopal usually reminds us Indians of two things. The first, the world's worst industrial disaster - the deadly cloud of methyl isocyanate that engulfed the sleeping city on the midnight of December 2-3, 1984. Between 16,000 to 30,000 people were killed and 500,000 injured. The second is a character from a movie a almost a decade older than the disaster - Soorma Bhopali from Sholay. Most Bhopalis are unlike the character played by Jagdeep, but a few are. You still get to hear the typical Bhopali tone in the older parts of the city. Bhopal and Indore are said to the Delhi and Bombay of Madhya Pradesh. Bhopal is the administrative capital, while Indore is more businessy.

Bhopal girl on a two-whellerIts been three years since my last visit, and on stepping out of the Bhopal Express (not the movie but India's first ISO-9002 certified train), I felt that the city hadn't changed much except for the expected addition of a few shopping complexes. But the Delhi comparison seems limited only to the broad avenues, the division between the old and the new cities, and the political activity. Bhopal hardly has any traffic jams (at least in the newer parts), the weather was much cooler with the consistent cloud cover (residents say it has been that way for the last two months) and yes, young girls zipping past care freely on two-wheelers. Some with their faces covered, what I initially thought to be a modification of the burqa, but later learnt that it was an effective sunscreen. They even wear gloves that cover almost the entire length of the arm.

Statues at Bhopal road crissingsAlmost every crossing Bhopal has a bust or a statue of individuals of historic importance. In Delhi they seem to be more concentrated around the Parliament building. This activity is also bustling in other smaller towns and cities. Maybe this has a close conection with the idolatrous religion that most in the country practice.

Once, the guys at Times Response in Bhopal, asked me to compile and edit a Bhopal City Guide, and with that money I had bought my first mobile phone, from Yusuf Sarai, New Delhi. This is how I had described the city:

Indolent, voluptuous, mischievous and always surprising - this is Bhopal. A marvellous amalgam of history, scenic beauty and modernisation. The cliche - City of Lakes has stuck to its name. And why not. two of these at its heart provide the very lifeblood to the city. Its sublime mosques, magnificent palaces and gardens have earned for it the title of The Baghdad of India, and histiry has bestowed upon it the name - The City of Begums. Bhopal has a multifaceted profile, maintaining much of its old world charm in today's split second world, a harmonic symphony of the pristine and the present. The place pulsates with the Bhopali Spirit, something that makes Bhopalites go against all odds. Love it or hate it, but the City of Raja Bhoj never fails to entice you. Step into its magical realm.

Indian Institute of Forest Management, BhopalBhopal is fast developing into an educational hub, housing some unique institutions in the country, one is the Indian Institute of Forest Management appropriately located in a campus atop a hill and dense vegetation all around. Another beauty is the National Law Institute University, the view from atop the modernistically designed library and computer centre is accentuated by the lake formed by the Kerwa Dam. The calm in the campus is far away from the hustle and bustle of our courts. Another is the National University of Journalism and Communication named after renowned poet and freedom fighter Makhanlal Chaturvedi. It is said to be Asia's only university of journalism. But still has some way to go before being counted amongst the best of J-schools. Besides there is also the Maulana Azad National Institute of Technology and the Institute of Hotel Management.

National Law Institute University, BhopalI occasionally wanted to be a teacher and that want was partially fulfilled thanks to a faculty at the Centre for Studies in Mass Communication, who asked me to enlighten his students on - blogging. And obviously I was more than interested. And my students, they also seemed to be pretty captivated (bad bloggers can make good teachers). After all that's the least one can do for one's alma mater. If the number of Indian bloggers sees a sudden spurt, you know who is responsible.

Habibganj Railway Station, BhopalHabibganj Railway Station in New Bhopal is one of the better maintained railway stations in the country. I still remember the days, when we didn't have much to do or had some studying to do, the serene platform no. 1 was the best place to be. Our laziness or concentration only occasionally broken by the whistle of a passing train. The station is also disabled and wheeled luggage friendly - it doesn't have stairs, only an incline to the over bridge. When I disembarked at Delhi's Hazrat Nizamuddin this morning with a splitting headache and a running nose thanks to the air-conditioning vents working overzealously over my berth, and had to lug my baggage over and down the stairs, I knew what a bliss that incline at Habibganj was. I also forgot to get the soorma that I had promised to bring for a friend.

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Vintage Indian Advertisements 2.09

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Pan Am
Pan Am

Amco Batteries (Amco Batteries Ltd., Bangalore)
Amco Batteries (Amco Batteries Ltd., Bangalore)

Bird-Heilgers Group of Companies
Bird-Heilgers Group of Companies

De Beers Consolidated Mines Ltd.
De Beers Consolidated Mines Ltd.

Union Carbide
Union Carbide
An ad much before that illfated midnight of December 2-3, 1984.

Ads from November 1965

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Toxic Texts

We usually are under the impression that our elected representatives are a bunch of sly uneducated sycophants. The first and the last qualifications are usually undebatable, but the in-between is a little off the mark. Three-fourths of the batch that forms the 13th Lok Sabha have declared in their affidavits that they are graduates or post-graduates. Samuel Johnson said, "Politics is the last refuge of the scoundrel." Over a fifth of the 'educated' members claim to be lawyers by education.

So much about our learned leaders, now to what they deliberate about. One of the hottest topics is - education, of course! The old men and women (they are very few and are therefore demanding a third of the seats) are pretty much concerned about what the kids get to read in their schools and more importantly what they don't. The sciences are better off, the apple will continue falling to the ground irrespective of the political party at the helm.

Commerce is money, and who better than the politicos to understand that money is might and might is right. Hence, no arguments there too.

That leaves them with humanities or arts (as you like it). In Geography is as it is for the past many years, the only change that I recall was in the map of Indonesia (East Timor gaining independence). The World and India have different versions of our map and no longer do the customs officials seem to blacken the contentious areas in books imported from abroad. A few centimetre difference in the height of the Mount Everest is hardly deserves any concern. LOC is the Line of Control (notwithstanding what CNN-IBN's varied expansions of theabbreviation) and our neighbours are treated as squatters and everyone seems to be in agreement.

Economics always had a high stature since the days of PC Mahalanobis, and the present economy being on a boom no one really would like to play a bear in a bull stampede. Moreover the input-output models are mostly incomprehensible.

Since Sociology is the study and classification of human societies, something our ruling and opposition classes have been doing for long, especially the classification part for electoral advantages, they wouldn't like to meddle with something which seems (to them) of being one of their own.

Literature includes poetry and we all have witnessed the poetic capabilities of our politicians. Though there might be an occasional itch in the hands, but a politician, given a choice, would leave the matters of the pen to relatively powerless people. And much of literature deals with the matters of the heart and that makes for another drawback.

This leaves them with two potential targets. The first is History. Since his-story is always the one as it has been told. Different people tell differently, and different people hear differently. The attempt is always to match the frequencies of the teller and the hearer and do away with the existing frequencies which soundcacophonic to the right, left or centre or whichever aligned ears are in. After all stories have been rewritten, there's not much more to do, except for dozing during sessions. So what better than to make an issue out of the study that studies their practice - the science of politics (oxymoronish but acceptable).

When you can't find toxins in beverages, better find them in books. Anyway both make for 'good' news.

[This blogger will be travelling for the next couple of days, if there are any interesting tales to tell, you'll definitely find them here.]

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Vintage Indian Advertisements 2.08

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Mysore Sandal Soap (The Mysore Government Soap Factory, Bangalore)
Mysore Sandal Soap (The Mysore Government Soap Factory, Bangalore)

Mysore Government Silks (Mysore Government Silk Weaving Factory, Mysore)
Mysore Government Silks (Mysore Government Silk Weaving Factory, Mysore)

Phillips Milk of Magnesia (Dey's Medical Stores (Mfg) Private Ltd., Calcutta)
Phillips Milk of Magnesia (Dey's Medical Stores (Mfg) Private Ltd., Calcutta)

Phillips Milk of Magnesia - Tablets (Dey's Medical Stores (Mfg) Private Ltd., Calcutta)
Phillips Milk of Magnesia - Tablets (Dey's Medical Stores (Mfg) Private Ltd., Calcutta)

Dipti (The Oriental Metal Industries Private Limited, Calcutta)
Dipti (The Oriental Metal Industries Private Limited, Calcutta)

Ads from November 1965

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Monday, August 21, 2006

Jantar Mantar - The Chanting Instrument

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Jantar Mantar, New Delhi

Between 1727 and 1734 Maharajah Jai Singh II of Jaipur constructed five astronomical observatories in west central India. The observatories, or "Jantar Mantars" as they are commonly known, incorporate multiple buildings of unique form, each with a specialised function for astronomical measurement. These structures with their striking combinations of geometric forms at large scale, have captivated the attention of architects, artists, and art historians world wide, yet remain largely unknown to the general public.

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The Parsis - An Incredible People

The following is just a partial list of prominent Parsis of Indian origin. For a population of 69,601 (33,949 males and 35,652 females) according to the 2001 census they are a hugely successful lot. But their numbers are fast dwindling; their population according to the 1991 census was 76,382, a fall of around 10,000 in 10 years. Alarming, it is.

Prominent Parsis
(A partial list)

Adi Godrej
AFS Talyarkhan
Alisha Chinai
Alyque Padamsee
Ardeshir Godrej
Ardeshir Irani
Aruna Irani
Avabai Jamsetjee Jeejeebhoy
Behram Contractor
Bhikaji Cama
Boman Irani
Cyrus Broacha
Cyrus Oshidar
Cyrus Poncha
Cyrus Poncha
Cyrus Sahukar
Dadabhai Naoroji
Dinshaw Maneckji Petit
Dorabji Tata
Fardunjee Marzban
Farobag Homi Cooper
Farokh Engineer
Farrukh Dhondy
Feroze Gandhi
Firdaus Kanga
Framjee Nasarwanjee Patel
Freddie Mercury
Gary Lawyer
Godrej Sidhwa
Homi Jehangir Bhabha
Homi K Bhabha
Homi Nusserwanji Sethna
Jamsetji Nusserwanji Tata
Jamshed Khudadad Irani
Jamshetji Tata
Jehangir Ratanji Dadabhoy Tata
KD Sethna
KM Nanavati
Kaikhosru Shapurji Sorabji
Kaizad Gustad
Khurshed F Nariman
Lovji Nusserwanjee Wadia
Mancherjee Bhownagree
Meher Baba
Mehli Dinshaw Irani
Mehli Mehta
Nanabhoy Palkhivala
Nari Contractor
Nauheed Cyrusi
Ness Wadia
Nina Wadia
Nusli Wadia
Pallonji Mistry
Perizaad Zorabian
Persis Khambatta
Pherozeshah Mehta
Phiroze Jamshedji Jeejeebhoy
Pirojsha Godrej
Ratan Naval Tata
Ratan Tata
Ratanji Dadabhoy Tata
Rattanbai Petit
Rohinton Mistry
Ronnie Irani
Sam Manekshaw
Sam Piroj Bharucha
Shapurji Saklatvala
Sir Jamsetjee Jeejebhoy, 1st Baronet
Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, 2nd Baronet
Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, 3rd Baronet
Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, 4th Baronet
Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, 5th Baronet
Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, 6th Baronet
Sir Jamsetjee Jejeebhoy, 7th Baronet
Sohrab Modi
Soli Jehangir Sorabjee
Sooni Taraporevala
Zubin Mehta

Wanted to post this yesterday on the occasion of Navroz - the Parsi New Year, but the internet (as usual) was down.

Just for the sake of experimenting with new things moved to Blogger Beta. There are a lot of enhanced features, but for now almost all of them are of no good to me. You can make changes to your template very easily, but only if you're using one of Blogger's default templates. But html-java script semiliterate me had spend a lot of sleepless nights in designing my current template and I'm not going to let go it so easily. To add to my woes, I cannot post comments on other blogs which haven't shifted to the Beta version. And if someone has disabled the anonymous comment function, I can't voice my opinions. The guys at Blogger promise that things would soon be rectified. Once they are, with the additional features they are promising, it is definitely going to be an enhanced blogging experience.

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Sunday, August 20, 2006

Vintage Indian Advertisements 2.07

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Mafatlal Group Suitings
Mafatlal Group Suitings

Phosfomin (Sarabhai Chemicals)
Phosfomin (Sarabhai Chemicals)

Waterbury's Compound
Waterbury's Compound

Surf (A Hindustan Lever Product)
Surf (A Hindustan Lever Product)

Lipton's - Yellow Label Tea and Green Label Tree
Lipton's - Yellow Label Tea and Green Label Tree

Ads from November 1965

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Friday, August 18, 2006

The Shifting Castes of Indian Scribes

Was reading a old Times of India article (December 8, 1996) by Swaminathan S Anklesaria Aiyar - one of the reasons why The Sunday Times of India becomes more readable - where he takes a historical look at corporate reporting in the Indian media.

Four decades ago (he says three but its been ten years since the article was published) this was the hierarchy:

When I joined the profession three decades ago, I found it had an implicit caste system. The brahmins were the ones reporting on the Congress, the Prime Minister and External Affairs Ministry. Lower down came reporters covering other political parties. Lower still were those reporting on economic and social Ministries. And the bhangis at the bottom were the stock market reporters. I am told this was not true of Bombay, but it was certainly true of New Delhi, where I worked. The correspondents covering economic Ministries were horrified if anybody mistook them for stock market reporters.

Three decades later

The old brahmins of journalism, the political and foreign affairs reporters, were mortified to find that suddenly the bhangis were getting the maximum pay. This was more than a social revolution. It meant that for the first time newspapers were paying enough to attract chartered accountants and MBAs.

And today...

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Vintage Indian Advertisements 2.06

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Simplex (The Simplex Mills Co. Ltd)
Simplex (The Simplex Mills Co. Ltd)

Vimgran (Squibb TTT Sarabhai Chemicals)
Vimgran (Squibb TTT Sarabhai Chemicals)

Sathe Chocolates (The Sathe Biscuit & Chocolate Co. Ltd.)
Sathe Chocolates (The Sathe Biscuit & Chocolate Co. Ltd.)

Matador 'Terene Suiting' (DCM Silk Mills)
Matador 'Terene Suiting' (DCM Silk Mills)

The Indian Iron and Steel Co. Ltd. (IISCO)
The Indian Iron and Steel Co. Ltd. (IISCO)

Ads from November 1965

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Thursday, August 17, 2006

Two-and-a-half weddings, two divorces, one death and a broken bed

Kabhi Alvida Naa KehnaI might have watched hundreds of movies in scores of theatres across the country. From the ramshackle ones with silver screens which didn't look silver - just dirty yellow with stains all over - bedbug infested coir padded seats, to the glitzy multiplexes with Dolby Digital, padded floors, reclining comfy chairs. Ticket prices ranged from Rs 1.60 (that was for the second class or front stall in Shillong theatres in the eighties and the nineties) to close to Rs. 200. But, never did I get my money back. Until yesterday. A notice projected on the larger than usual screen at Aerens R Imax at Rap Adlabs, Ghaziabad gave details of the refund rules in case of a power failure. Even those tent-like theatres had diesel generators to take care of the whistling and yelling clientele during load shedding (you dirty minds, keep those alternative meanings buried inside - your head). The rules stated that if you already watched 45 minutes of the movie and the hall went dark, hard luck. But if you were the lucky ones, like us, who were only 20-25 minutes into the show you are entitled to a full refund. I rushed to the box office, and got my money back before the angry jostling crowd behind me made the money-back process a long drawn one. Perhaps the sophisticated Imax technology wasn't made for power-starved people like me.

Undeterred, we went to a nearby PVR and waited a few hours for the next show. The mall had some fancy dress competition going on, and being Janmashtami most of the kids were dressed a little Krishna. The hours went by watching them, especially a diaper clad, 18 month old Kanhaiya, who was enjoying all the feminine attention.

Now to the movie - even though it does not demand and deserve such a determined zeal for viewing - Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna (Never say goodbye) is just another flick from Shah Rukh smitten Karan Johar. And it is a blue film. No, not for the love scene (it was just another nothing shown but everything done type). But because Rani Mukherjee's character loved the colour blue. Therefore the screen went all blue with characters donning blue costumes and later Shah Rukh opens his mouth (which was otherwise just used for yelling) to proudly display a blue chewing gum. Though Karan uses orange, green, voilet, black to break the monotony, but the blue stays.

In four words the movie is about 'finding love beyond marriage.' But one should not unnecessarily delve into the whys and the whats and the rights and the wrongs. That part was quite uninteresting, what was interesting in the movie was the comedy in the first half, lead from the front by the Sexy Sam aka Samarjit Singh Talwar played by Amitabh Bachchan, who leads a Hugh Hefner lifestyle, just because his late wife asked him to do things which he couldn't when she was alive. He also gives Chandigarh an alternative meaning (in case you don't want to watch the movie to find out what - which is quite probable - it is in reference to Kiron Kher's behind). The other interest was the lines, not in the script but in the wardrobe. The necklines went plunging into Hudson river and the hemlines competed with the Empire State Building. But that shouldn't be interpreted as liberties of the New York locale; even the filmi gaon ki goris flaunt an equivalent if not more flesh draped in ghagras and miniscule cholis.

The worst was the end; you wait exasperatedly for 45 minutes for the end titles to come scrolling, but Mr. Johar keeps his characters incessantly going and going and going and finally meeting (where else but a railway station with a departing train et al). And I was getting the blues (again proving the blue film point). As I finally exited, I was wondering if I could get a refund again - at least for the last 45 minutes.

Moral of the story: Keep your free advice to yourself, or you'll have to pay by a broken leg, a broken marriage and ending up with the benefactor of your original piece of advice.

PS: Two weddings were onscreen, one should follow the climax (therefore half), with the distant possibility of a third. The divorces were mutual and the death was perhaps as a result of too much bed breaking activity.

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Vintage Indian Advertisements 2.05

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Amul Milk Food
Amul Milk Food

Pond's Dreamflower Face Powder
Pond's Dreamflower Face Powder

Prestige Pressure Cooker
Prestige Pressure Cooker

Boroline
Boroline

Cadbury's Bournvita
Cadbury's Bournvita

Ads from November 1965

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The I-Day Smile

Independence Day preparations - New DelhiThe tricolour has unfurled for the sixtieth August 15 on the Red Fort. I am getting SMSs of all types, some congratulating me as a fellow Indian on this occasion, others threatening our real and perceived enemies against even fantasising about causing any harm to our nation. The messages of the later type are the more circulated. It's been the same for many years and don't know for how many more. Last year I asked myself the meaning of the freedom that I have and also attempted to draw similarities between the kites that dot the independent sky every Independence Day and the freedoms that we enjoy.

Yesterday as I was returning from work, it took me longer, much longer, to reach home. Almost every vehicle was being frisked. This morning I went to receive a friend at the railway station, there was khaki all around. Last year, men in uniform watching over me made me uncomfortable. This year, I'm more accommodating, their presence make me more secure, though I am very aware that something happens when you least expect it. In between the last and this Independence Day, a lot happened - Delhi, Varanasi and Bombay/Mumbai (Srinagar no longer makes the first headline).

I switched on the television, and saw the Prime Minister giving his ritual speech on the occasion. Over the years, the speeches have become so ritual. I switched off the TV. Unemotive reading of prepared text is not what I expect. I am not good at kite flying, so am not at the rooftop. There are too many security restrictions around, therefore I'm at home. My internet connection is working, therefore I'm blogging. I live in a free country, therefore I'm smiling.

I-Day Special
Listen / download mp3 audio featuring excerpts from Jawaharlal Nehru's famous 'Tryst with Destiny' speech. Click on the link below:
[MP3 217 KB 00:00:27 64kbps Mono 22 kHz]

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Monday, August 14, 2006

Towed Away

Towed away - Why not to park at the wrong place

Why not to park where you are not supposed to park.

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