From shadows to the stars

The following is a news report from “The Hindu” Pop star Pink believes that her baby daughter is friends with ghosts! The “So What” singer is convinced that all children can see supernatural entities, but her 13 month old daughter has actually made a playmate of one. “She sees spirits all the time”, says Pink. “I believe all kids can see spirits and Willow has been trying to hand her cookie to something that she laughs at right in front of her face for the last six months!” This report is conclusive evidence to my theory that each subsequent generation of people are getting stupider. After I read this report, I was absolutely dumbfounded.   Of course, kids are always laughing and waving to nobody in particular. But that doesn’t mean they see spirits! I fondly call this theory "The Bimbo Revolution", co-authored by me and an old friend of mine. And believe me, the bimbo revolution is near, very near. With “celebrities” like “Pink” (I must confess I have n...

On 20 July 2008, I had watched a film and was later completely ecstatic, my state of being almost un-expressible in words. On 20 July 2012, I had watched another film. But my feeling was almost exactly opposite of that exactly four years ago. On both days, i had watched Christopher Nolan's "Batman" films. But the latest and final installment, "The Dark Knight Rises" left me feeling rather disappointed. "The Dark Knight" had set high standards. But Nolan had matched - even exceeded- expectations with "Inception". Therefore, one could assume that he could do it again. But Rises has fallen far from my expectations. It was like watching a typical all-out action superhero film, for example, "The Avengers". The story was rather predictable and had too many "twists". If it had come from any director other than Nolan, i would've applauded the film. But Nolan is not just any other director. I was rather "hurt" ...

Few days ago, TIME magazine published an article that stated that India's PM Manmohan Singh is an "underachiever". I have no comment upon this article. Today, Outlook, an Indian magazine modeled after TIME, has hit back at US pressure, taking out an article issue which had Obama on it's cover page, titled "The Underachiever". I am very happy to see the Indian media reacting in such a clever and witty way to TIME, which has recently come under accusations of being supportive to the views of US Govt. Way to go people! I hope we don't cave in to the US and the rest of the west. Obama was elected as President of the USA after promising a lot of things. Hope and Change were few of the "punch lines that were used" by him, also cashing in on white people's guilt about their black past. But Obama has done little or nothing. Somehow, he has managed to become a Nobel Peace prize laureate (even though he has continued Bush's strategy in...

Late evening, a busy, traffic-filled road. Our hero and his girlfriend are driving a car. Hero gets a call. It is the villain. He laughs an evil laugh and says "I have cut all you the brakes of your car! Death is the only way out for you!! Muhahahaha!". Hero checks the brakes - indeed, they aren't working. So he drives around in top speed, narrowly cutting past scooters, cars, buses and old people crossing the road. He even manages to save a little girl (I'll leave you to imagine how). His girlfriend's starts fearing for their lives.. he consoles her, shifts the gear and drives the steering, all at the same time. So he drives on for an excruciatingly long time, until all the petrol/ diesel (CNG and LPG?) in his car has been exhausted. I think we have all seen an Indian movie which has a scene that is somewhat similar to the one described above. It is rather typical of the lead character (male usually), to do such heroic actions. Which leaves us with t...

I have a fondness of writing stupid theories that matter to little more than rubbish. Keeping with tradition, i have come up with a new theory, titled "Traffic Light Theory". I have not done extensive research or used any guinea pigs, but i think that it holds true for most people. As children of the future will write in their examination papers, "The Traffic Light Theory states that "the mood and attitude of a person for that particular day can be influenced by the number of red and green traffic lights he comes across in the morning while driving to his destination"." Of course, you must have realised that this theory applies to only the people who drive to their work/ college places. Let me explain this theory in more "layman terms". Suppose you are driving to your college in the morning. By pure chance, you have a green light at all the traffic signals. Then, your day will seem to be more constructive and pleasant. i.e., an inc...

Sitting on my bench, eyes half closed and droplets of drool threatening to fall out of my mouth any second, I hear Tyler’s voice. “This is how you spend a quarter of your day?” he asks. I look to my right and see Tyler gaping at me like I’m a science specimen. I know Tyler isn’t really there. But that doesn’t help much. Or maybe it does. I don’t know anymore. In the distance, I hear the lecturer. Shannon – Weaver, Laswell’s theory. I couldn’t care less. Tyler continues talking. Resurrection, enlightenment. “There is no purpose in life”, he tells me. Tyler, an imaginary fiction of my mind, tells me I have no purpose in life. Shannon – Weaver is the mother of all communication models. The world is filled with people who are not brave enough to kill themselves. My mind was doing its best to process an interesting cocktail of information. The world is filled with models who are not brave enough to kill themselves. People are the mother of all communication. Tyler is ...

Some might know that I am an atheist. I have from even a young age, never felt an inclination towards believing in a supernatural force that is present to guide us. A major part of this belief of mine can be seen as a (totally non forcible) influence of my father’s views. But as I have grown and matured, I have realised now, that it is not God that I dislike. It is religion. Let me tell you a story. When I was about 12 years old, I had a friend whose father had passed away recently due to some doctors screwing up. We both went to cricket coaching (yes, sadly, even I was a fan of this game). When the other kids were made aware of my friend’s father’s death, they started to stay away from him. I was puzzled by this. I couldn’t understand why. Nobody was talking to this friend of mine and they were hesitant to come within a radius of 5 metres. I was the only one who wasn’t following these acts. My mind told me to console and stand by this friend. How devastated and sad he mu...