Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Revenge of our chaste woman

The IS war to retake Aleppo in Syria is being fought under this slogan.

According to Al Monitor:

"What this war slogan alludes to is the alleged rape and abuse of the wives and female relatives of IS militants after the fighters were expelled from Aleppo by a coalition of local and Islamist fighters under the banner of the Islamic Front in January of this year. Before that, IS militants were fighting and living side by side with other factions. Many had settled down with their families alongside local rebels in their towns, villages and neighborhoods.
When relations went sour and war erupted, many IS fighters were forced to flee and leave their families behind. It was the alleged cases of rape against their families that now inspire IS fighters to return with a hateful fury and vengeance that threatens to unleash new and ever more grotesque acts of barbarity onto the world’s television screens and social media. And this has the rebels exceedingly worried and frightened"


Read more: http://www.al-monitor.com/pulse/originals/2014/08/islamic-state-war-syria-rebels-aleppo.html#ixzz3BVJWlsA8


Ab Ki Bar Modi Sarkar

Acche Din Aane Wala Hain.

And we will know in about 6 months. 

Sunday, February 10, 2013

That is what is ABVP....Abbreviation

Elections are here and its time for the people all kinds of ideologies to make a fool of themselves. While money, promises and muscles are what all parties will use to have a go at power, here's a gem from ABVP, Kerala.

A for Ability
B for Behaviour
V for Voluntary
P for Politeness
That is what is ABVP....

Meanwhile this is what they have been accused by Mr or Ms Anon in Delhi. It's strange that they have to stay anon. It's just not polite!

Kafila.org : Two encounters with the right-wing

Meanwhile, here's what the NSUI does. Love the line called:

Vulgar Show of Youth Power with their SUVs 

Monday, September 20, 2010

Nithya muktha, nithya samsaari, nithya naraki

From Churumuri...

"Kuvempu’s impatience with the Madhwa philosophy can be understood in the context of his broad humanist position. The “Nithya muktha, nithya samsaari, nithya naraki” (“One who is forever free, forever involved in worldly affairs and forever goes through the torments of hell”) philosophy of Madhwacharyaholds that the human being and the world do not change."...

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Keep Walking

It's a mere slogan for an alcoholic brew but it holds a world of meaning for the human race. Among all the things that have made us humans the most successful species, this one is the most under rated. Our ability to keep walking.

According to evolutionary biologists, we humans on two legs could not outrun almost all our prey but we could chase them at our walking speed until they tire. Like the proverbial tortoise, we walked our way to become the top predator.

Before we invented ships and rockets, we walked our way across continents. And when the first human landed on the moon, it was the small step that Armstrong took, that captured the imagination of the world.

Among religions, the Jains take walking very seriously. Their ascetics and nuns believe that walking is a form of meditation. It's when they walk that they think. Our master idea man Mahatma Gandhi also walked a lot. He called it a March, but his walk to Dandi with the people following him changed the history of our nation.

Even though we have invented wheels, look around us and we will see that walking still holds a very important place in society. It's probably embedded in our genes... the need to walk.

That's the reason, why thousands of people who walk every week to the Siddhi Vinayak Temple in Central Mumbai. That's the reason there are groups of Sai Baba Devotees who walk from Mumbai and parts of Maharashtra to Shirdi. The Kavadi bearers who walk to Haridwar. The Ayyappa devotees who walk to Shabarimala.

So the next time you have a worry, or you need to think, walk and see difference. The destination is only an excuse.



Sai Baba devotees from Mumbai walking to Shirdi.








Sunday, March 28, 2010

Chinese method

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Aman Ki Asha

We are on top when it comes to writing slogans.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Great Railway Bazaar. Part 2

Like most rail fans, I was a great fan of the Great Railway Bazaar by Paul Theroux as a child too. The local circulating libraries in Bangalore always had a copy and I have borrowed it several times from every library I have been a member of, especially during the summer or Dassara holidays to laze around and dream of far away exotic train journeys. In the book, Theroux travels in a wide circle, clockwise, from London, Europe to the Far East and back through the USSR by train.

Over the years, I have been reading other travel writing by Paul Theroux and luckily, he has travelled a long distance since. And when I saw his latest travel book 'Ghost Train to the Eastern Star' retracing the original Bazaar route, it was too hard to resist.

The book is like the trains he took along the revisited route. Some chapters are First Class. Most are good but some are like the General Compartment in a train that's headed for UP/Bihar.

In the earlier book, the Indian leg of the journey was good. He wasn't famous then and he spoke to regular people and stuck to describing what he saw. In the new book, he seems to get lazy. If he had spoken or met more people, it's not reflected in the book. It reads like a superficial journey a Western journalist on a hurried trip to India would write.

But he's right about the various new traits he has noticed among the 21st Century Indians, the Times Of India and ET reading types, especially the ones he meets in Bangalore.

This is how he sums up Bangalore:
"The longer I stayed in Bangalore, the less I liked it. Many of the Indians I met there wanted me to be dazzled by the changes, but I was more horrified that awed. What went under the name of business in Bangalore was really a form of buccaneering, all the pirates wearing dark suits and carrying mobile phones instead of cutlasses. The place has not evolved; it has been crudely transformed..."

This is what happens when you rub shoulders with the IT people and Call Centre guys in Bangalore. What would you expect them show a visiting American writer who came to Bangalore to know what Banagalored meant?

(Also, there are a lot of factual errors. Eg.: Puttaparthi is on the road to Hyderabad from Bangalore. not Chennai. Anyone from India can spot them. And if the Indian stretch has mistakes, so could the other parts he's visited. No editor?)

But his Chinese section is the most interesting. He doesn't even bother to hang around. He says:

"China exists in its present form because the Chinese want money. Once, America was like that. Maybe this accounted for my desire to leave...
Who wants to hear people boasting about their greed and their promiscuity? ...
Ugly and soulless, China represented the horror of answered prayers, a peasant's greedy dream of development. I was happy to leave."

I'm sure that description holds good for the kind of people he met in Bangalore or Mumbai too.

The rest of the book is very interesting, there are quite a few valuable insights and quotes that will be remembered for decades to come. But the book, is like that drunk man Floyd's cooking (when he was in India). It's entertaining.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Ram Rajya

If the most famous king to rule from Ayodhya was to come back to life today, to be banished into the vastly depleted forests, he would be witnessing the same war they say he successfully fought many centuries ago, when he protected the sages tormented by the people who lived in the forests, where they went to find peace and perform fire powered yagnas.

Ram won the battle but the war continues. The haves of today are performing a prosperity yagna that demands a lot of sacrifice from people who get nothing in return for giving up their forest land. We the land hungry city dwellers and people who till the land and graze the holy cows are still looking to gobble up the resources that lie in tribal hands. It would be great to remind ourselves. the Aam Aadmis, the Rams of today, that they are equal citizens of India and they are only reacting to what we are imposing on them.


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The New Economy Class

The UPA Government's austerity drive came a little too late for one CM, the high-flying Reddy of Andhra Pradesh. Or was it his crash that started this austerity drive? The politicians want to take a few more people along with them when they go down

Saturday, September 12, 2009

OK TATA BYE BYE

Is it OK Tata Bye Bye to the old Tata image?

A village in West Bengal.
Turtles in Orissa.
And now that silly business around OK Tata Bye Bye.com

The new, aggressive Tata brand will soon need to spend a lot of money to retain its century-old people-friendly image in the Indian market.

Metal Mettle

The good thing about scam ads created for awards by ad agencies are that no people are killed in the process. However, if you are a cop and if you are desperate for a metal, you can do what Indian cops in Gujarat did. And what cops across India do.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Fatherhood. Lesson No 1: The Lullaby

There isn't a human being who cannot sing. Put a crying infant in the hands of a man with Amrish Puri's voice and within minutes he will be humming a tune. And for good reason.

All music in this world started with a lullaby. The hum to silence the child's cry that will attract the nocturnal hunters or in this day and age, the red-eyed, sleep starved man living next door.

Like many other things, the lullaby evolved with us. Calming, comforting the nerves of not only infants, but the restless young and the old alike. Over time, the lullaby has evolved into the screams and screeching that has calmed the pumping adrenaline of the rebellious youth as well as the soft strains of classical music. We even find its calming effect in flowing water and the waves that follow waves on a beach. We find it on the ticking of the clock and the rhythmic movements of our machines. We have learnt to speed up our heart beats to the beats of our music. We use it calm nerves of young boys sent out in tanks and trenches to kill other people. And whatever the type of music we create or love, when someone puts a crying infant in our arms, the original song come automatically to our lips. The lullaby.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Jiye Jiye Pakistan?

Our brothers in Pakistans get sadistic pleasure in naming their missiles after the invaders from Afghanistan. The missiles are usually called Ghaznavi, Ghori, etc. Names that sent Punjab, Sindh and surrounding areas of the Indian subcontinent shivering with fright because of their brutality. After all, they were battle hardened Afghan and Central Asians descending from the world's roughest neighbourhood.

However, most of the places these people attacked are in what is now Pakistan. And when a new generation of battle hardened men are descending from the mountains, isn't it time for the Punjabis and Sindhis who run that country to rename their missiles or will they just surrender and claim how prophetic their naming skills are?   

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Chicks dig my ride

"Chicks dig my ride" says the t-shirt of a bicycle enthusiast at Lalbagh. He wants to make cycling cool and decides to spread the message among the health conscious at Lalbagh . But a rude, high-decibel uncle has a problem. He gives us a lesson on how to communicate a slogan.  

When you coin a slogan, it can flip both ways. It helps to keep the target audience in mind and the place where it is communicated. Or this could happen to you.  





Please pay attention to the reaction and soundbites (in Kannada)  from the onlookers.

Also. Why do Bangaloreans raise their hands and voices all the time? Like Dr. Rajkumar once asked: Bisiusiru eke?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Pink Chuddies

To find out why it's called Pink Chuddies, click here.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

VI th


I have been tagged by
Chethana and Diti to:  
-  Pick the 6th picture from your 6th photo folder. 
- Tell the story around it. 
- Pass it on to 6 other people you like.

Picture:



I have a daily photoblog where I post a picture of Bangalore streets. I usually take a different route to work everyday. Usually though Shivajinagar or City Market. As I was passing the beef market, I saw that the kites that hover over the market were excited and flying around. And as I usually do, I clicked it.