Good mornings 27/07/2013

Hey guys.  Yesterday I fished out a reality show video from Youtube.  It is a semi porn program telecast in the TV.

Out of work actors, politicians, singers and wannabes are put in some house.  Here they exibhit their fetishes for the cameras.  Then the intellects claim that this happen in average Malayali home.  Excuse me, it doesn't happen in mine or anyone I know of.  Here we don't go around hugging and kissing and in my home I don't exclaim at the size.

Even more curious case is the Media running behind a woman who cheated the rich idiots when entire state is under turmoil

Then there is cricketing experts who spend hours analyzing a team who is not even loaded for a school cricket

U are in show time

When it comes to hypocrisy and moral supremacy , no one can beat a Mallu.

We have this penchancy for the fake American Malayalam accent where you roll your tongue and make all words ineligible. Somehow Malayalee developed a fetishism for it and worked hard for this phony accent.

There was this long running Reality show anchor. A very successful program. Although not so very good looking, she had this cool attitude and a very fake nasal accent which hit the Malayalee at his G spot. The program was a superhit and the anchor was made inevitable part of it... Ranjini Haridas.

Recently I watched a YouTube video labelled Ranjini the arrogant. It was a show in another channel were she graciously volunteered to sit on the dais for a character assasination.. And so called laymen vociferously fighting for and against her. And she was dressed in boots and skin tight jeans egging them on...about her outspokeness , drinking , sex..

All the private channels have done one good thing for the public. A push and shove race where the average man can be the superstar provided he has a verbal diahorrea

I can't tolerate these IIM

I don't know why I am writing this at all.

Twitter and Facebook is breeding narcissists and unbearable of the lot is the IIM guys. They seldom know there's an IIM today at every bloody corner in the country and so the guys with inflated egos have grown in proportion.

I did have a friend from college, who was okay guy back then. He dreamt of joining IIM. After so much effort he did and today I regret adding him in FB.

I have to wake up every morning to his opinion on politics, sports or how he spent the night out and how much the auto wallah cheated an IIM fella. And in worse days, how he is brilliant in managing.

Guys please get a life. One Chetan Bagath is enough

Groping city

Bangalore (or whatever the name is) continues to amaze the human kind. People there seem to be setting new depths to which humankind can plunge into. The heights of state of art technology doesn't seem to improve the standards of humanity.

Perversions are not inhuman. A society without perversions will not be a human society. But to find a perverted society preaching high ethical values is hard to find.

People here seems to enjoy groping so immensely and find the slightest excuse to do so. Some silly argument with a women can ensure her to be disrobed and groped and yesterday the men supposed to protect the civil justice found a ideal chance to feel the beauty of creation when some female journalist came into argue.

I am even more surprised that there are female Bloggers who claim greater 'freedom ' on streets of Bangalore!!

Happy Banana Republic day

The first thing to do on a republic morning - pick up the morning newspaper to watch out for the loser who paid to get a PadmaSri.

Last year a Malayalam actor Jayaram got himself nominated from TamilNadu. I don't think he has acted even in 5 Tamil films. After the function, he explained how overjoyed he was... Thanking god, gurus and all the emotional atyachars accompanied.

Now its the turn for Priyadarsan. God knows what his contributions are apart from English inspired cinema. And doing some ads, owning a cine stars cricket league

The signs of banana republic becomes obvious when space scientists wash their dirty linen in a free for all. ISRO was once renowned agency and the rare government outfit that made us proud

Un Cultural fest

There's anything but culture in cultural fests. In Kerala these item numbers have become shortcut to reservation in premiere institutes, opportunities in movies and status symbols. The kids are not even trained properly and a crash course is done.

To add to the vulgarity results are fudged. Then there is back door influences, protests and dirty scenes. Anything other than what ought to be seen in kids.

Last day a kid, interestingly turned out to be a neighbor did a piece on an advocate. This advocate appeares for a psycho path and earned wrath of the state. The criminal was hanged ultimately.

The boy did a role on the daughter of advocate, saying how he detested being her daughter.

I can't believe the abyss to which people plunge for stardom. The advocate did something heroic by trying to get maximum justice for a psychopathic rapist. It was fully in accordance with the law. Targeting a person just because he doesn't conform to your values is hypocrisy.

Kerala is well known for hypocritic notions. But at least the parents ought to or the media ought to draw a line. Deriving pleasure at other's expense - what sort of culture!!

Holy scriptures

Partly out or need I have been boarding with my fiercely Catholic aunt for some time. The sumptuous food and free boarding , I am enjoying it.

Today evening, I had a chance to quietly chew on the pecuilar ideological shift welcomed by the church. The church seeing the tastes of the flock have ventured into new arenas. Once the same church used to feed the flock with the grass it prescribed. Now the church grows the grass the sheep likes. A small step for mankind a giant leap for church.

Church moved into TV broadcasting seeing the influence of visual media on sensory organs of the flock. It has become almost as mandatory as a rosary to watch the church run channels.

I saw a program today- a bible quiz. The quiz master winded up the show by exhorting to keep reading the scriptures. Irony is not so many years ago, church totally banned lay man from reading bible. Bible was for the trained personnel. Martin Luther was termed heretic, Satanic, drunkard. Today church is championing same thing Luther demanded.

Is religion a mere method of convenience?

The idiot tax payer

For some time I have been thinking of dedicating this small and useless space for corruption. Sadly many prefer to equate corruption to politics. I would prefer to say our whole system is corrupted and decayed.

If any one  reading this please contribute and let's atleast create some awareness.

RBI under the pretext of falling rupees value removed the ceiling of NRE rates. Now the banks have increased the rate even up to 9%. The irony is NRE accounts are exempted from tax in India.

Are we Indians who toil away idiots to pay taxes while a rich NRI get the same interest rate and escape the tax.

Or am I seeing RBI opening a new avenue for tax evasion?

Screw RBI

King of good times

Until a few days ago, he was my hero. He was the one I wanted to be. I marveled at his lavish parties. I used to go to library to get hope of his magazine. His annual calendar was the dream of every teenager.

By now you would've made out.who the hero is. The Kingfisher beer was lifeline for many. Figuring out a majority in the country drinks, he would be virtually controlling most.of the country. This was obvious when he won undisputed to Rajyasabha winning votes of both the sides.

And then he moved onto sports. His franchises were a pauper success - football, cricket, motor sports. Suddenly he was the businessman the country. A benevolent guy who didn't mind having a great time and shares the spoils with poor countrymen.

Now he seems to be a butt of jokes- just because one of the ventures didn't click. Our government seems to be spoiling the party by doing their best to help. I don't know how to describe rulers who don't mind the national carrier going broke, but are too eager to help Kingfisher. 

It was just a no-ball

Yesterday we read one of the most poignant statements in cricketing history. That came from a man punished for fixing a few balls. We would have acquired the role of judges sighing at his karma. May be even sniggering.

The boy was extremely talented and just 19. Life just started out for him and showed him many promises. The boy knew how difficult it was going to be to survive in Pakistan. He didn't want to go back to the scum he came from. So when his Captain asked him to put in a no-ball, he agreed. He didn't have much choices, did he? May be he promised to atone the sins by bowling stronger or even revealing facts when he cements his place.

It was a small compromise. Even the whistle blower has been wound up for illegal practices. How often we comprise in real life. How many transactions have I passed. I simply can't run around checking the veracity. We simply don't have time. One day we may get screwed. Until then we have no choice