Too late..Too little

It is enough... much has been written about the Bombay carnage where a handfull of men came sailing and took India and Mumbai to hostage...The large army stood biwildered and perplexed, the fool who is the politician was as usual when everytime an attack occurs saying same thing, uttering cliches and playing games, the Manmohans, the Shivrajs, the Advanis and the Modis ... enough of this guys...enough of tolerating the incompetence and ineptness , enough of excuses and reasons that are tiring,,,, the politician is in his cocoon, protected and saved, in their large bunglows in Lutyens Delhi and he cares the damn for the poor man who die like locusts caught in a wild fire... I have written enough and enough and enough on this but this time IT REALLY WAS TIRING ... it was shaking, I cried seeing the visuals, I felt ashamed to call myself an INDIAN...I for the first time felt that if an army general could take over, exterminating the ruling class - all of them....

The police with under equiped and de moraled attitudes, the pay commission game and the redtape on in full glory,the army being played around, here chaos is celebrated with no shame or feeling of sham. It is disarray and not democracy. Human right watchers and the like who have all dissappeared, the Raj Thackereys and his goons who are not to be seen, and with no autonomy for the police, the NSG, the intellegent agencies who work as spy agencies of the ruling group, the system has failed this nation... romantic notions about our good old neighbour whose hand is evident here as well and yet we have no guts or gumption to book the people, and bring them to face justice makes me wriggle in discomfort...

Should India go on hot pursuit like the Americans is a debate. If allowed I will like to fire the ones who like to still argue on it. The intelligensia and the elite that has now woken up when their head was banged with the AK -47's will for some time now keep mum on secularism and human rights, but the Delhi politician will not... he has elections to play and all decisions will be based on that fact , ONLY on that fact and that is the tragedy that as a legacy India is facing...

The President is in Indonesia( holidaying I guess) and now as I type this, patil has resigned and his party claims that he has "resigned taking moral responsibilty as was always the tradition with the Congress party" ... Havent we heard even better jokes in the past..? This country is amazing...we some how have got immunised to this, even worse we sit and watch for 60 hours the nations elite force fighting a war to save a city and the country, when the politician on the street bickered like street children and yet think that it is none of our business...

Now that Patil is left the BJP calls it Too late and too little... Now that was the party which send its foreign minister with terrorists who where released after the Kandahar Plane hijack,,, the drama will go on.... the symbolism and will go on... the symptoms will be cured... the disease but will thrive....

India Shining !!!!

Fire Play ....

Read first, then watch This is a dramatic video (30 seconds, very short) about how to deal with a common kitchen fire...oil in a frying pan. Read the following introduction, then watch the film...it's a real eye-opener!! At the Fire Fighting Training School they would demonstrate this with a deep fat fryer set on the fire field. An instructor would don a fire suit and using a 250ml cup at the end of a 10 foot pole, toss the water onto the grease fire. The results always got the students' attention. The water, being heavier than oil, sinks to the bottom where it instantly becomes superheated. The force of the steam blows the burning oil up and out. On the open field, it became a 30 foot high fireball... Inside the confines of a kitchen, the fireball hits the ceiling and fills the entire room.Also, do not throw sugar or flour on a grease fire. One cup creates the explosive force of two sticks of dynamite. This is a powerful message - watch the video and don't forget what you see. Who would have realised that a wet dishcloth can be a one size fits all lid to cover fire in a pan!!

The Men's rules

Finally , the guys' side of the story. We always hear " the rules " From the female side.

Now here are the rules from the male side.
Finally , the guys' side of the story. We always hear " the rules " From the female side.

Now here are the rules from the male side.


These are our rules!

Please note.. These are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

********** 1. Men are NOT mind readers.

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1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

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1. Crying is blackmail.

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1. Ask for what you want.

Let us be clear on this one:

Subtle hints do not work!

Strong hints do not work!

Obvious hints do not work!

Just say it!

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1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

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1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.


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1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem. See a doctor.

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1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.

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1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.

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1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

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1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one

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1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.

If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

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1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

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1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

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1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.

Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

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1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.


We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

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1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.

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1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really .


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1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.

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1. You have enough clothes.

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1. You have too many shoes.

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1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

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1. Thank you for reading this.

Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;

Housefly!!!

This is a cross post and was originally published in full2faltu where I write as a guest writer....

Gowri is just 6, my daughter and yet she has grown up to the world of ads and advertising. No shocks for me because next to her dads funny face and her moms tolerance of the same, the most seen thing for her was ads and ads only. When she cried (for no reason as most kids do) I showed her ads in my PC and she became contented, quite a satisfied baby. She beamed and giggled at the characters, their drama and expressions she owned and imitated with precision.
My best friend (who happens to be of communist thinking) accused me always of compulsorily growing her up as a consumerist neo gen kid with no real world dilemma. For me but, it began as a tool to engage my nagging child, later on what I admit got graduated into an easy tool to entertain her.

The allegation of making a capitalist doll out of her, made us (me and my wife) think of other kinds of amusements to keep her glad but alas, in vain. My singing was not that engaging to her, proven by the fact that she cried even more wildly and underlining my wife’s theory that ‘you are a good singer only for your ears’. Her tricks of entertainment didn’t work either but I never ventured or dared to prove any theory for want of harmony in family life.

At 6 this girl analyses ads more capably than her Dad ever did, and finds fault in most of them. Of course she does not classify them as BEKAR and/or the BEST but she stops almost close to it. And she does a better job I swear, in truly seeing the best as the best and the bekar as bekar. She has no axes to grind and no one to please or no point to attest. She is frank and open in her smiles, her frown and her admiration accordingly when and where an ad deserves it. The Indian consumer has arrived?

She was taken to school for admission a couple of years back. The schools of these days are in spite all the court orders funny places to be. If you have had been in one for a kid’s admission process you will know what I mean. They have panel of interviewers ( you heard it right.. a three or more in numbers panel) whose only obvious intention is to petrify the kid and haul out the parent does a wonderful job in sending you back with frustration, anger, apathy and seamless jealousy at the rich parents and their lucky kids. Mad rush for an LKG seat made me ponder as to how easy is it in India to get a seat in a B school. It really is if you see it relatively. At least the selection process has some reason and rationale…..

Her turn came and she walked in wonderfully valiant and unperturbed, neither by the panel inside and their spiteful looks nor by the frenzy outside and the din that they created.

Sit down.. Said the large madam who was over weight, over aged, over made up and looked over suspicious…

Thank you … said the little one making us proud.

They signaled us to sit as well in a sofa a bit away from the interview table.

I sat with ease of having got to see this drama where my daughter was the heroine (or villain?) and my wife with her heart pounding as if this was a life or death issue for the little one….

What is your name? The old man asked….

He is the chairman of the trust… my wife murmured…. How I hope she answered it right…

Gowri Raajya Laxmi .. the little one replied and my wife released a loud sigh…

What is your father’s name? Pat came the next question..

She didn’t reply… I stared at my wife as if it was her mistake…( the pun is not intended )

Heart thumping went up…

It is ok….. said the other man in the panel….

It is not ok…. You 200 year old toilet brush… I muttered to myself… I had taught her and made her repeat it a hundred times and yet… my girl…

What is your mother’s name? asked one….

She didn’t even think for a second before yelling…Laxmy Sabu…..

What is your mother? Asked the Madam in a baritone that would put even the Big B to shame….
Here, she got confused… WHAT…? What is what….

House wife.. house wife… my wife garbled in a pinnacle of nervousness….

Housefly… said Gowri and smirked….

WHAT?… The panel shrieked in unison…..

The girl didn’t answer, and perhaps the panel got the perplexity that bewildered the poor little thing….

Whom do you like the most?… came the next question…

I smiled… it’s me … its got to be me.. After all I was the one who called her all the pet names in the world… treated her like and angel vis a vis her mom who tried to teach her discipline at the age of 4.

The PUG.. She said with a loud voice and a large smile….

WHAT? Shouted the Large madam…

The pug… she repeated and looked at the panel, straight into their old eyes, with an expression that made them feel ashamed and wriggle in discomfort…

You haven’t seen the pug?… happy to help ?… she became eloquent and waited for an answer…

Well yeah,,,, well… yeah but…. The panel looked like a shattered army….

You know Bingo? She asked them

Bingo… my lord… yelled my wife as she pinched and punched my thighs angrily, hinting that I was guilty for this manifestation of spoilt behaviour …

Gowri looked sad at the end of the interview, not that the panel was not wise enough to select her but that they golden oldies didn’t know bingo… not even the pug… she was happy to help them but they weren’t ready to take it…they weren’t mature enough…

She watches more ads today and is in a better school than the one which rejected her for being what she was. One day I guess she will become an Ad professional, like her Dad who left the profession half way to become an academic....

One day….