Sunday, November 30, 2008


WTF (where in this case) were those upholders of Marathi manoos and guys who hate valentine's day when Mumbai was turned into a war zone? Why didn't they turn up in their large numbers all dressed in saffron carrying tridents and chase the terrorists out while screaming in chaste marathi and asking the terrorists to stop their punjabi mobile chatter and learn marathi or else leave Mumbai? Or were you holed up in your foxholes, watching it on TV?

I am tired of some news channels - all they do is spread FUD...

I am tired of those fucked up politicians who just want political mileage out of the situation.

I am tired of those fucked up politicians who wasted precious hours in getting the commandos out into the war zone...

I am tired of those fucked up politicians who just resign after the shit hit the fan....

I am tired of Bollywood which just sits and wrings its hands in anguish because of the loss of revenue....

I am tired of too much sentimental shit attached to the aftermath, after it is all over - remember the time is now for action!

Remember the tragedy with this badge on your can download it from Indiblogger....

Nov 2008 - Remember Mumbai

Also, check out some of the posts by Indibloggers on the Indiblogger page...

Monday, November 24, 2008

Iron Maiden back in India

Who is up for another Iron Maiden concert in India - thankfully in Bangalore this time? From Iron Maiden's official tour dates page....

Sunday, November 23, 2008


The things that saved me from more harm - a good helmet, good jacket and hardy boots. To all you dumbfucks who ride without them - do the earth a favour and go green - walk!!!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Demon Drink

Read this guest post by Scott Ian on his love/hate relationship with booze - from Headbangers Blog. Its quite a hilarious but down to earth article. What I loved most was some of the famous lines by people that he has inserted in the article. Some of the best....

“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.” – Ernest Hemingway


“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.” — Frank Sinatra

Quite a good read - check out the whole post here....

Monday, November 17, 2008

"Christian" schmucks

I find a lot of things ironic in this bit of news I read off The Hindu today...

"Members of the Akhila Karnataka Catholic Christians Kannada Association staged a protest in front of the Mahatma Gandhi statue here on Sunday, alleging that Tamil-speaking people in Jakkanahalli in Kollegal were harassing Kannadigas"

It goes on to say that the secretary "demanded that Kannada prayers be offered in the church"...

You tell me how many points you can find funny or ironic!

Sunday, November 09, 2008

RTMC Announce ride to Nandi Hills

Was working Saturday night. But still thought that me and the wife can take a short, hard ride to Nandi Hills and also meet up with the guys in the process. Finished work at 8 and Bluetooth called me to say that they were already starting off after breakfast. Got into the cab and was home at 8:35. Quickly fuelled up and started off. Reached the foothills at 10 and Bluetooth messaged to say that they were just having the intros and all. Reached a bit late but damn happy to have made it. Good to meet all the guys after having last met them in RTMC 7A. They all planned to ride to the new BIAL and do a formation but opted out since I needed to sleep. Got back all fine. Nice ride!

Pics up as usual on Flickr - Love the panorama of the bikes at a curve!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Monday, November 03, 2008

Time To Pretend

Beautiful and very cynical lyrics by the band the pretty good movie 21.....

I'm feelin' rough, I'm feelin' raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about, our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.

The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everything must run its course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Such cynicism and satire - in fact, dripping with it - "The models will have children, we'll get a divorce...We'll find some more models, everything must run its course."

And the F1 season ends.....

.....on a really sad note....

I raced like a madman up Hosur Road, leaving office at 12, hoping to catch the last few laps of the Brazilian race. Made it home at 12:20 and by my calculations, there were 25 laps left when I was at office. My calculations said that I would be able to watch the last 5 mins of the race. Alas, when I reached home, all I could see was a dejected Massa walk up to the podium to receive the 1st prize. Damn, but sorry to say that this is the closest Massa will come to becoming a world champion. Next season is surely Kimi.