To wonder is not just the domain of a wide-eyed child, right? Here are some questions that I've been contemplating upon: * Why is Tanisha dressed like a slut in that candyfloss of a movie ? And why is she still being referred to as Kajol's kid sister? * Were the semi-finals of Nach Baliye rigged? How can Varun forget his steps? Why did they have the judges voting ONLY today? * Why is Abhishek Bachchan getting hotter by the day? [Get THE video here .] * When is the Big B going to be back on his feet? And will he still endorse Chyawanprash and Hajmola? * Is Anjalli Gupta guilty or will she be another victim of the system? * What the hell is going on in the Indian Parliament, BCCI and in Saurav Ganguly's brain? * Will India beat Sri Lanka in the upcoming second Test? Aur Sehwag ka kya hoga?
A storm is brewing in the Indian blogosphere. And the winds have finally got my brain out of the freezer. Its no longer JAM Magazine versus IIPM. Its Bloggers versus IIPM. Much like the Super Series between Australia and ICC World XI. However, this promises to be a much more exciting affair. At the heart of the controversy is JAM 's expose on IIPM's tall claims in their ads. When Gaurav Sabnis blogged about it, he got slapped with a legal notice for allegedly defaming the Arindham Chaudhari-run institute. Meanwhile, Rashmi 's blogpost was inundated with obscene comments about her sexual preferences. Gaurav, on the other hand, took a courageous stand to defend his opinion and quit his job at IBM when he learnt that IIPM students had threatened to burn laptops supplied by IBM. He did not want his employer to be dragged into murky waters. All this has not gone down too well with the blogging community who view this as a violation of our fundamental right to speech . And...
Ages ago, I had planned on a Mumbai Tadka series where I would post snatches of conversations heard (overheard really) in and around this city that I love and hate in equal measure. Of course, with laziness and age (getting old = poor memory :P) setting in, I just let that idea go. Until this morning... I was on my regular train commute to Goregaon in the peaceful first class ladies compartment. Annoyed by Vodafone's failed GPRS connectivity, I fished out the book I've been reading (Advaita Kala's Almost Single) when all of a sudden, I had to look up at this lady yelling into her phone. I don't know what she was angry about but she kept telling her caller in jhakaas Marathi that he/she can go take a hike. And that she didn't want to be part of some celebration. She went on to say that if it were her, she'd distribute chilli powder instead of cake. Ok, whatever! But boy, was she mad! All the other ladies couldn't help stealing glances at her but she ...
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