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Sunday, April 30, 2006

Tv musings...

Hello.. Whose blog hav i landed in??? I hope some "Videshi taakat" has not hacked into BJ's blog and scammed it all over!! Oh! my God, Please giv BJ the strength 2 overcome this pain!!!...

Well if this is what comes 2 ur mind after a first look at this.. Think again. This is me - the same old Bharat Jhurani, posting from the comfort of my dark, humid, no-ac-in-this-hot-summer room, on the same old crappy blog. Yes, the looks have been changed 2 save one from monotonicity, and as someone said - "Change is the spice of life"..Well there are a host of interactive tools lined up for the blog 2 make it more utilatirian, and that would keep me busy for the next few weeks. In the meantime, I m also working on Blogroll - a service where one can link all the known blogs at one neat clutter free place. So, those of u who would want 2 have their url's tagged here - please lemme know. ( note : If u wish 2 remain anonymous u can mail me at bharat_jhurani@yahoo.com). One condition : The blog to be linked need to meet a threshold needs 2 necessarily be better than the one u r reading.. Hah! BJ, u hav put the threshold as low as the cellar of a huge appartment complex. I mean common, i m sure any blog can b better than this crap. Uh! :-D

By the way, if at any point u find this place more cluttering than a college going guy's room , please let me know. Nd also b kind enough 2 let me know of the latest developments in this arena, including the news that 'My girl' Aishwarya Rai had a fall, and was shouting "BJ,.. BJ.. where r u??..."


These days,i m as busy as a condom salesman in a place called ugandesga, inhabited by Tribals who are atleast 653 years behind us in civilization. Most of my time is whiled away on the internet, that is after i manage 2 get the household stuff, and b able 2 sit on the comp without any hindrance. i hav been so addicted 2 the internet that my mom suspects that i have a girl friend, and i whiling away chattting 2 her 2 cut my phone bills. The recent purchase of a headset, along with mic, further led 2 the doubts. Neways, it is a known fact - My doodhwala knows it, that i am at present cery much single, and going by my antics, it is not goin 2 happen for a long ;ong time 2 come. the girl-friend thing. That is unless, i get 2 befriend Chota Anna from Dubai, and he arranges a Monica Bedi for me.

These days, my eyes are complaining very badly 2 every source, except me, and the other day they even managed 2 get into my mom's head 2 warn me of overusing them. Actually it is not my fault. The insomniac that God has made me, I don;t get sleep before my neighbour Bunty gets ready for his morning jog, and mornings the paper boy makes sure that i wake up before the sun reaches his head. So, I hav been readin, Surfing, and watching lots of TV.

On the TV - Sunday afternoon at 12 noon. Dozens of channels doling out lots of Old movies which can make one learn the entire dialoges of the movie by-rote. And admist this "Kutte, Kamine.. " There r these music channels which vie for attention, but make sure that they don't broadcast any songs, and make us a master in ad-mad show. Now i understand how i won 2nd prize at ad-Mad show last yaer at Tornado. On the local cable channel was the annual day celecration of a school, with all these cute children dancing out in perfect tandem and beaming parents gleefully showin them off to their colleagues."Look, that is my chintu.. there he is acting as a plant"...On yet another channel was the annual funstion of IIPM, who managed 2 get Bombay vikings 2 their fest.. singing "Kya soorat hai.. ".. 2 the cheers of the overpacked stadium.

Looking at all these made me think how ppl get so excited on the thought of coming in the tv. In this regard, i remember this sitcom that i had seen not-so-long back.

On a hot wednesday,a not-so-young boy, munna with curled locks, and with looks that matched that of Kaalia in Sholay, comes home running 2 his house and jumps - " ma, I have acted in a TV soap.. It is goin 2 b aired on sat night.".. Everyone in his house is very happy and his dad who generally keeps cribbing that his munna is "bekaar".. jumps and hugs Munna. He orders his wife 2 make sweets and after treating munna to his full, takes some to the office next day. It was actually a pretext 2 inform everyone of the achievement, his son has got. The mother leaves no stone unturned and informs every possible known person. The kanpur wali Aunty, the jamshedpur wale bhaiya, the jaipur wali mausi.. everyone gets 2 know about it by frantic phone calling by the mom.

On saturday evening, at 8:30, one hour before the scheduled time of the telecast of the soap - "kahaani Becharon ki.." the house of munna was beaming with activity. all the neighbourhood had gathered 2 view the event as if it was India Vs. Pak in the world cup finals. Come 9:30, and every one is mouthstruck silent. They c in anticipation, even the credits. After 3 mins, the TV shouts " zandu balm.. zandu balm...".. a commercial break. The next part comes and goes to make way 4 the break and then at abt 10:10( the serials are never punctual), the end credits start doling out, but there is no sign of Munna, even in a background. the shot scene was apparently edited away. Every one returns away 2 their respective homes, laughing at Munna. His dad's face represented that of a person who ahs lost his life's earnings in a gamble. Munna is dejected, and more so are his parents.

days pass by, and one fine monday morning, Munna was watching tv - National Geographic channel. his dad comes over. Munna does not see him in his concentration in watching the different mating process in dogs. His dad look at his face, looks at the tv, looks at his face then thetv screen and after about a minute of this exercise, he catches hold of munna's neck and shakes him like he was a bottle of champagne, shouting - " Ab to kutte, billi bhi aa gaye.. tu kab aayega..."!!


cheers,
BJ

Monday, April 24, 2006

My index finger is blackened...

Today happens 2 b one more holiday in our land of holiday makers. Reason : POLLING. Well, the need 4 the by-poll arose after the death of the reigning MLA, and his son has taken the mantle 2 run 4 the post. This is actually the second time that v hav polls in this year, 4 the last one was countermanded on account of large scale violation of model code. Whatever, it was God's way of allowing me 2 vote 4 the first time in my life( and am not quite sure if i'll do it again :-D). Yes, i have just got my left index finger blackened by utilizing my fundamental right( Probably, the only one.. rest all r duties).
Actually it was my dad who forced me 2 exercise my vote, maybe in the fear of it being scrapped again, and Dad having 2 close down the shop shutters for one more day. So, after dad went through the process and returned, I went along with my mom, with the same enthusiasm that a 5 year old has while clinging to his mom on the way 2 a park. Actually, i was very curious 2 hav a first hand experience of the happenings there, and 2 say the least it was quite a funny scene there at the polling booth.

I entered into a booth, which looked a set straight out of some horror movie - the only difference being that it was hustling with activity, by not so impressive looking people. There the man gave me a wierd look and asked me 4 my number. Now out of the scribble in Telugu on the small slip( Paper conservation!!...), which no. do i quote?? I said 20, and he gave me a puzzled look. I had actually given out my age, I reconciled and gave him ny number. He scanned through the volumnious pages and said that my name was not there with a " you-have-failed" look. The other person there took over and informed me that i had indeed come to the wrong booth and i was directed to the right one.

At the right booth, i was more cautious now that i had the first phase experience. i went in confidently, and went through the same process when the supervisor there asked for an identity proof, with a look that is generally reserved for the traffic policeman while asking for the licence. I was fortunately carrying my College identity card, and flashed it out. Suddenly the whole expression changed and that same person started giving me looks as if we have known each other since childhood, and jovially asked me " So, u r from GITAM".. "No, I just got that card made 2 flash out at such occasions".. "Yes" i replied. And from then on that person guided me to the whole process, got me marked on the finger and even wanted 2 follow me to the actual booth box, where he finally realized that he was not allowed( See, what a college does 2 a person. I later came to know that he has a son, who would be appearing for his entrance this year, and that person there was bent on gettin him into our college). After exercising my suffrage, i left the booth, of course after a short 'unwanted' chat with that person.

At home, like a 2nd standard boy running to his father to show his cent percent report card and claim his gift, I showed the black mark on my index finger 2 my father, who glaringly commented " gud, So now u have become a responsible citizen". My mom has informed me that the mark wold only when the nail leaves my body, that is after it outgrows and gets trimmed. Now i understand why there was no substabtial queue in the ladies section, and i thought it was due to the upsurging imbalance in the girl : boy ratio in the country. Anyways, the whole process of voting was exciting, and has left an indelible mark on my memory, and on my index finger.


Coming to other things in life, I have Passed. Yes, i hav succesfully cleared all the subjects in the third year socond semester, and have just two more sems left 2 get that coveted degree. Ofcourse, i have managed to mantain just a meagre CGPA of 8.4, but nevertheless i m happy. "Pappu pass ho gaya.."

My training at Vizag steel plant has commenced last week, and v r havin a rockin time there. I m gradually realising the magnitude of logistics that r managed at such huge plants, and it has left me awe-struck.

A marked,
BJ

Monday, April 17, 2006

The Sem - End Xams

ok people.. Once again I m very sorry 4 the huge gap between the posts... but this time i promise ( and trust me, It will be abided) the frequency of posts will increase exponentially. The reason 4 the gap is the semester xams - they were dreadedful.

The recently concluded semester xams were a nightmare, to say the least. The VLSI xam, which marked the beginning of the externals was the worst xam that i have written since childhood, probabably. Everything in the exam went against me. Right from the fact that i had no self transport( So, had to rely on the pathetic, nearly non-existent public transport system) to the fact that my confidence level for this exam was at an ebb, everythin joined together and conspired against poor me. To top that, my limited memory failed me completely and so did my sparse presentation skills. The xam was so bad that I doubt i may fail!! Seriously dude, that would be a disastor.

I did'nt want to write this post and so have been consciously avoiding blogs, but that just did'nt help. I tried hard 2 get the thought of the xam out of my mind, and 4 this i hav been seeing lots of movies( Shaadi no. 1, Appollo , Assassins, Road to perdition, Garam masala, Philadelpia..) but even that did'nt help. So, finally i succumbed and am posting thsi... :(

On other things in life - V hav our sem-end holidays till mid june. And my industrial training at visakhapatnam steel plant begins tommorrow.

Saying this i sign off 4 now, with the promise to return back soon...


chao,
BJ