tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90538274468198653002024-02-19T14:49:43.225+05:30I must write for you must thinkSridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-2746070350525700672009-06-04T15:10:00.019+05:302009-06-05T16:08:47.647+05:30Sticky summer, birthday blues and movies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIlMCEwblenVwXe1n-zhuBlbHxD6CMze9Wuh-E17UbMIlixj5BqJUqC7j7W06TjBditeO2YiIceFBzyhdZRxodHmU7Gdh3s7u_AUNgYwWQ6MwU-7vB1At3REtL-fdVXs3iCLCvYvS2RQE/s1600-h/Dawg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIlMCEwblenVwXe1n-zhuBlbHxD6CMze9Wuh-E17UbMIlixj5BqJUqC7j7W06TjBditeO2YiIceFBzyhdZRxodHmU7Gdh3s7u_AUNgYwWQ6MwU-7vB1At3REtL-fdVXs3iCLCvYvS2RQE/s400/Dawg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343727405415427538" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In this racially surcharged environment that engulfs our world today, I believe it is our responsibility to give everyone a fair hearing. As we make the painful transition from hot May to hotter June, here are a few reasons that might help the next few days fly by-:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Bhutta (corn on the cob)</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The five-buck ice cream</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Excessive sweating makes the face clear. Mathews, are you sure about that?</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><s>Summer Holidays</s>. Sorry Garry, no such thing exists on this side of 20.</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You appreciate the early mornings and the late evenings because the days are just so darned hot</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mangoes.. </span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Blah. </span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ok, I'm done. This wretched season is getting to my head, melting my brain and sucking away all energy. Ban summer I say! After two days of brainstorming, I have nothing more than a meek defence. It might be easier to find reasons to like Nadal. Then again, maybe not.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I really love people who look forward to their birthdays. People have a tendency to act supercool and pretend that it is just another day. It's NOT. IT'S YOUR HAPPY BIRTHDAY. So stop acting pseudo-cool, get off your haunches and start counting down the days to your birthday.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">After months of keeping their heads buried in the sand, multiplex owners and producers have finally buried their differences. The strike is officially (alomst) over. Now I don't have to suffer the ignominy of going to watch </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/news/movie-review-yeh-pal-ho-na-ho-...-kal/468127/" target="_new"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yeh Pal Ho Na Ho... Kal</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Instead, get ready to come with me to watch the first big, post-strike, release-- Kal Kisne Dekha, starring Jacky Bhagnani. Woohoo, anyone?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The term 'racially surcharged' is in no way used to play down the seriousness of the prevalent problem or ridicule, insult or offend anybody. </span></span></li></ul><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Don't you dare make fun of 'corn on the cob'! It is just used to enlighten any international reader who might stumble across this blog.</span></span></li></ul><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have nothing but total respect for the Bhagnani family.</span></span></li></ul><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nandu, we know you love that dog (There, I saved you 200 words of coochiecooing the dog).</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Image Courtesy: www.ahajokes.com</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com73tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-15790534772113116232009-06-02T11:23:00.023+05:302009-06-03T11:02:25.392+05:30In conversation with Mr Krishnan<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">I have wanted to inject some energy into this space for a while but I really didn't know what to write about. This four-day (yup, that's 4) weekend gave me a lot of time to browse through some old photographs. And boy did I trip on some good ones.</span><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV620t3dJHsmR6-qfnO-3QFgLSc0yqpcDuNaGS6B7LJVq-Q0aECA14JEw7gM4CmLeO89yzDpOvK1PrV8v8eLxr3pEs4AhZg0lKveJpiCrIy4ELqFLHGv06rGMe949aZ4SIuJZlgDTxW31v/s1600-h/Ramanathan+Krishnan.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV620t3dJHsmR6-qfnO-3QFgLSc0yqpcDuNaGS6B7LJVq-Q0aECA14JEw7gM4CmLeO89yzDpOvK1PrV8v8eLxr3pEs4AhZg0lKveJpiCrIy4ELqFLHGv06rGMe949aZ4SIuJZlgDTxW31v/s400/Ramanathan+Krishnan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342627159634060930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The picture above is of Ramanathan Krishnan, possibly India's finest tennis player. He created history by reaching the semi-finals of the Wimbledon in '60 and '61. Some would say "he was the most recognisable Indian face after Nehru during that period."<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My grandfather was under the impression that Rod Laver was present at the Gymkhana when he clicked this picture. I decided to do some investigation. I called up the Nungambakkam Tennis Stadium in Madras and requested them to give me Krishan's contact number.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Armed with the information, I called up the number and a lady put me through me to him. All that I told him was "a picture in the 50s" and the "Delhi Gymkhana Club" and he immediately rattled off the details. In the picture, he is shaking hands with Jack Arkinstall after beating him in the final of the Northern India Championship in the January of '54 or '55 at the Delhi Gymkhana Club.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">According to him, Laver only gained prominence around '59 and never played a competitive match in India. It was Laver who defeated him in the semi-finals of Wimbledon in '61. What amazed me was the power of his memory. Most sportsmen seem to possess this quality.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was actually planning to brag about a rare picture of Rod Laver but instead I will just have to be content with sharing this little conversation. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">-X-X-X-X-<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This here is a historic picture that my grandfather procured from someone. The scene is set in the heart of Delhi. The many thousands gathered are part of Mahatma Gandhi's funeral procession on January 31, 1948 -:<br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4q1eb8myU7AWuqEjqoS6UQOq5m7kDeApyZaevcE5ecZTBvOIk1ymEs8ijK1DBWBD93JnU7R4tqvPc2-NZsNIvAObo6hu4yYyqW3owtZHvVEQTITv-FKJx2LuHGXcPykGve1uW-3PbIxV/s400/Gandhi+Funeral+Procession.JPG" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342626575183255954" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">-X-X-X-X-<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Look who's back in town! Nope, I am not talking about Papa Bachchan and Bachcha Bachchan in Delhi. I am just indulging in truckloads of vanity.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now that I have decided to get back to my old ways, I really do hope that the three of you will come back to me blog.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">p.s. Why, Cricinfo, why?<br /></div></span></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-53481484218962604812008-12-16T21:35:00.005+05:302009-06-02T13:13:29.084+05:30Eid reporting at its bestA must watch for anyone who wants to learn how to become an ideal reporter-:<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuYsTF2s2tQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nuYsTF2s2tQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-58176698831378914712008-12-09T11:44:00.003+05:302008-12-09T12:28:44.012+05:30Now that's what you call a good gift<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">Winter is here! And the joy that accompanies the announcement is purely because I can put my birthday gift to full use. On 6th when I received the putter and a few days later, a sleeve of John Daly golf balls, I did not hesitate for a moment before trying it out on the marbled greens at my place. Unfortunately, putting on that surface felt like putting at Oakmont. It left me ego shattered, my game in a shambles, and my confidence severely dented. I contemplated giving up the game. And I did.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSYnEHMID5J_uoXZB9IwrvQFD-UkNGQ4IXpMbEKUre-b6flAx-0FcmkJcG1x0PQjFTTWfs88rT1L7sZh9tH_sZBqub5MR_FBQe8zuBWmIfiWUFT281J3T6Zaz_28pDrKyDIVDa9Swa4CQ/s1600-h/A+close+miss.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKSYnEHMID5J_uoXZB9IwrvQFD-UkNGQ4IXpMbEKUre-b6flAx-0FcmkJcG1x0PQjFTTWfs88rT1L7sZh9tH_sZBqub5MR_FBQe8zuBWmIfiWUFT281J3T6Zaz_28pDrKyDIVDa9Swa4CQ/s320/A+close+miss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277680666354844594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But with the fog that clouds the air, winter brings with it those wonderful persian rugs, more commonly referred to as 'carpets'. That is the tonic my game needed. I pulled out the wood out of my bag ( vintage three-wood walking stick) and the cutely assembled putter to show the world, the champion is back! Now my swing feels great, no divots to be found and you should have seen the ball fly from the room next to the balcony over the dining room and into the drawing room as it landed three feet from the pin. Sheer joy. One that can only be experienced when you play top level golf like I do. And yesterday in the championship round at Augusta, I had a 25-foot putt for birdie. Stroked it gently and the ball followed different paths on the two-tiered green. Raced quickly off the bat through a downhill lie before climbing the last few feet upto the pin. I thought the ball would break right, it didn't! Missed the cup by a whisker and the green jacket failed to embrace my shoulder. But one day I will win it.<br /><br />Till that day arrives, I will practice diligently, night and day, mostly night and irritate the hell out of everyone at home :)<br /><br />BTW, did I tell you guys, my favourite Titleist Pro v1 plastic ball went out of bounds on one of the holes, as it found its way down the bottom of the drainage pipe in the toilet :C It was my favourite ball but I shall not wallow in my misery. I will get out there and buy a new ten buck plastic ball and work my magic on it.<br /><br />And, yeah, Thank You guys. What a super-duper-fantastic birthday gift it was, infact, it is, it IS!<br /><br /><br />-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />Did you know Shiela Dixit is 71 now? Come to think of it, the age is beginning to show on her face. But I always thought she was 50 something. And five more years, attagirl!<br /><br /><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-42072868795284161882008-12-01T16:40:00.005+05:302008-12-01T17:35:58.838+05:30Teeing off with Free Radical 6<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;">I got a message from Mathews in the morning telling me that I would find my copy of Free Radical when I get home. I was already at work by then and had no other option but to wait. But through the day, a series of emotions raced through my mind.<br /><br />It was nearly two and a half years ago, during one of the club meetings, that the idea was put forth. Within an hour of animated discussion, the four page newsletter turned into a magazine and after a few months of wading through what seemed like truckloads of red tape, we finally had a college magazine.<br /><br />Today, sitting in the Times of India office, working on a book, a sense of deja vu overcame me. After all it was the same thing all over again. The hunt for sponsors (made ToI richer by 50 lakhs), finding content, finding pictures, proofreading, re-proofreading and then getting excited by that first, low-res A-4 sheet printout which suddenly makes all those random pages strung together, feel like something publishable.<br /><br />And, lest I forget, great job guys! The magazine has a very nice and refreshing feel about it and for you Rohit, who thought this would be an apt reply for our negative thoughts about this magazine not coming out, sorry boss, can't hide my happiness :)<br /><br />Aastha, Krits, Varuni, Srb n Sid..I am sure you guys too share my happiness!<br /><br />Shashwat, Deepak, Yash, Shashank, Nandita, Nitish, Shaurya, Gargi, Etika and Rohit..Carry on guys. You've done a great job!<br /><br /><br />-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />Was at the Qutub Golf Course yesterday where Kapil and Nikhil Chopra were also there. Kapil actually wears a stud on the left ear; sad, very sad. But it was the sight of Nikhil Chopra that really could not stop me from feeling sorry for you know who (Sid, you do know!)<br /><br />-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />Tom Cruise (in cocktail)-:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Talk is terribly overrrated as a means of solving dispute</span>"</div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-62478619391141288032008-11-24T22:34:00.002+05:302008-11-24T22:39:39.228+05:30I always knose this..Here is the result of a poll conducted online-:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnBsYAfrQDjGDNB3QON39oB2l881DIfhpa82l3pBeUlJH7i5SonQFieAZq4c_DKQCV8x3o1QwQWCyjVkYTcsjI_L3v8uPmYhvvr52_BRWGLuYo0Z-zWCfmPg1Mcca0vp5yF8DnuG9F-PF/s1600-h/Nose+Poll.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnBsYAfrQDjGDNB3QON39oB2l881DIfhpa82l3pBeUlJH7i5SonQFieAZq4c_DKQCV8x3o1QwQWCyjVkYTcsjI_L3v8uPmYhvvr52_BRWGLuYo0Z-zWCfmPg1Mcca0vp5yF8DnuG9F-PF/s400/Nose+Poll.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272271490774286370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Now who wouldn't want to pick that nose!</span>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-11221308939267764212008-11-15T09:47:00.008+05:302008-11-15T17:58:57.736+05:30Hot Sizzling Pics of Mallika Sherawat<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It all started in a mad rush with me having to leave for the tournament within four hours of my sister’s wedding. I don’t think I managed a proper goodbye either, of which I would have had a lot of chances because on their way to the Andamans, they ( Ro n Arti) had to deplane coz my sister had left her handbag in the terminal. So that basically meant a shorter honeymoon!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have always been told that Chandigarh is a beautiful and organized city but I never really understood the statement till I was in the city. Beautiful roads, lined by trees on both sides and perfect symmetry maintained with respect to numbering of the sectors gave the city a very elegant touch. It was more like a magnified version of Lutyen's Delhi.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I also bit into a temptation which I had managed to avoid with steadfast resolution. Spent the last few months of college playing flash, using Garry’s scrabble pieces as tokens. so I was all game for it when the guys said “let’s play flash”. It’s only when they asked me to cough up money after giving the tokens did I realize what I had gotten myself into! Unfortunately, I must confess, it was good fun and I was tempted to give it a shot again the next day. Greed is the root of all evil! Something that the tournament director found out to his misfortune :). No wonder then that he took the first flight back home the day the tournament finished!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On tour one gets the opportunity to meet and interact with so many players and other people that you feel you are looking at the start of new friendships.That, I like, for sure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The week has come to an end and with all the wonderful newspaper clippings in tow, I write this on my way back on the Shatabdi that lets my Data Card access the cyber world with astonishing ease.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Highlights of the week</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> * Rashid won his third straight title on the National Amateur Tour</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> * I had a phone conversation with Peter Thomson, five time winner of the British Open</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> * Apparently ‘cards’ is also played with money!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> * Chandigarh is as much Haryana as it is Punjab</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> * APPARENTLY ‘cards’ is also played with money</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">While Geroge Bush was saying something on T.V. , my room mate looks at the screen and says-:</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">“Doesn’t he look a little bit like a monkey”</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">DUDE! A little?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, Ab Dilli door nahin.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">p.s. there was no other way you were going to read this ;-)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Get Lost you Mallikaphiles. </span></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-34415261607415738432008-11-05T14:18:00.013+05:302008-11-05T14:55:03.185+05:30Of Donkeys and Elephants<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gUnMvuiShgrUgPJKjCbUESHrvJwmoOvv8v8mzOY7MBoUsigbHuhRgOxO_6voBd4hqL6jNTY_OxeBbrKsSTWi4oJcJGvNsJ7X4SC7kGTg9wAF-5yqLTG5DnV8Tae4kX5BpZtLhR3sjosX/s1600-h/obama.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gUnMvuiShgrUgPJKjCbUESHrvJwmoOvv8v8mzOY7MBoUsigbHuhRgOxO_6voBd4hqL6jNTY_OxeBbrKsSTWi4oJcJGvNsJ7X4SC7kGTg9wAF-5yqLTG5DnV8Tae4kX5BpZtLhR3sjosX/s320/obama.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265098195021268178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Four years ago sitting in the computer lab in college, I still remember how we were desperately hoping John Kerry would pull through and send Mr Bush back to Texas. Unfortunately that did not happen and the world was subject to four more years of Dubya Bush. As Michael Moore rightly pointed out after the defeat in 2004, the only positive that came out of the election was that it would be just four more years of Bush, no more.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">But in that election campaign, in the midst of all the sloganeering on a donkey’s back (the Democratic Party’s symbol), there was this young African American chap from Illinois who gave a stirring speech at the Democratic National Convention. There were two lines in that half hour long talk that suddenly waltzed him into everyone’s living room and people started wondering who he was, the man with a Kenyan father and a Hawaiian mother. Incredibly simple yet incredibly powerful-:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">'We should not divide ourselves into red states and blue states because we represent the United States of America'</span> <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">When a man with incredible oratory skills delivers such a line, the world is bound to take notice. Four years later, he has been crowned(?) the President of the U.S.A., a nation state, whose leaders have more often than not caused a lot of heartburn to the rest of the world. While his being elected into the Oval office signals a remarkable wave of change, I only hope that his foreign policies will signal the dawn of a new era.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">For too long, men and women in the corridors of power have failed to understand the importance of being a superpower and have successfully ensured that America has been antagonized and used as a rallying point by the fundamentalists to spread their vicious gospel.</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">One can only hope, the 44th President of the oldest democracy in the world brings about real change. For a nation so powerful must learn to lead and facilitate peaceful coexistence.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So, as America goes to sleep with the words ‘Change’ on their lips, I go back four years to use the line that used to fill the air in Democratic rallies with nothing but unabashed (perhaps unsubstantiated) optimism-:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">‘Hope is on the way’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dear<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Sarah Palin</span>,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Having seen a Russian mountain from the backyard of your Alaska home does not count as foreign policy experience. Please get hold of a visa and travel the world.</span> <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dear <span style="font-weight: bold;">Asif Ali Zardari</span>,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I am sorry to inform you that your attempt at trying to floor Sarah Palin with your Cassanovaesque lines will yield no political benefits.</span> <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dear <span style="font-weight: bold;">George Bush</span>,</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank god for small mercies in life.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Dear <span style="font-weight: bold;">Katrina Kaif</span>,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">You have the hottest nose that I have ever seen on a woman</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Image Courtesy: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.coxandforkum.com">www.coxandforkum.com</a></span><br /></div><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-33346217644004098412008-11-01T21:40:00.002+05:302008-11-02T14:35:29.000+05:30Is Mr Genie listening ?<span style="font-family:arial;">I have always looked at people working at certain places and wondered how it would be to get their job for a day. It's one of those wish for a day things and I suspect it would give you a better perspective of life. No, forget that line, its just for cheap thrills for me, nothing else.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here is my list of 5 jobs that I would like to have for a day-:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Toll Bridge Attendant</span><span style="font-family:arial;">: Each day, I cross the same point twice and see the hassled look on the attendant's face making me really want to sit in that booth and try and see how difficult it would be to wear a smile all day. Also, at least once I want to take a 5oo buck note from someone's hand and check it in front of their face to make them realise how terrible it feels.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Auto Driver</span><span style="font-family:arial;">: Is there a better vehicle in this world that you could drive through all months of the year, except maybe those dirty months of May and June? Of course it won't hurt to drop two beautiful (make that hot) young women to their destination. Sh*t, I think I've jinxed it.. I would probably get to drive around a fat overweight obnoxious man from one end of the city to another all day :(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Steam Engine Driver</span><span style="font-family:arial;">: At least once if I ever get a chance, I want to be at the head of a train with a steam engine on a longish journey, maybe Delhi to Bombay. Wait, maybe from Bangladesh to Peshawar on a track parallel to the Old Grand Trunk Road</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Sandalwood Smuggler</span><span style="font-family:arial;">: That's just a secret fetish. Shhh, you cannot tell anyone about that! I wonder what it would be like, living in the middle of the jungle, far away from Modern Civilisation, running your own little fiefdom while trying to evade the law enforcing authorities..</span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TgYXiMBlfkxkBqLuQjUgSGGW05mNKDV-KnyvWAUFY2vRJM22H6Lr2oIGu8J_M_yQQk9FOnFkoIe9cYjyhuYc7apHy5tyrhpFiJq2B8SJ2EvEVg4bl4EEBKOPbTH2CD5pa-cqx41LQeBH/s1600-h/Srirappan.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TgYXiMBlfkxkBqLuQjUgSGGW05mNKDV-KnyvWAUFY2vRJM22H6Lr2oIGu8J_M_yQQk9FOnFkoIe9cYjyhuYc7apHy5tyrhpFiJq2B8SJ2EvEVg4bl4EEBKOPbTH2CD5pa-cqx41LQeBH/s400/Srirappan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263910546601252306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Srirappan</span>,</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> maybe?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Traffic Policeman</span><span style="font-family:arial;">: That is something I have always wanted to do, stand at one of the crossings and try and manage the traffic. They are after all the modern day shepherds !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I can probably think of many more but off the top of my head this would be my list of five jobs that I would like to have for a day. Is Make-a-wish foundation listening?</span>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-43116985969166244322008-10-28T09:53:00.000+05:302008-10-28T10:00:53.124+05:30GreeTings<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;" ><br />To the three of you-:</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >May the lights, luck and fun make this Diwali special in more ways than one </span></div> <div style="font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />May the happiness that this season brings, brighten your life </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Hope the year brings you luck and fulfills all your dearest dreams<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPch8E3i-dQo3ThzgORMzMK8JM1Bn5rVbstCss-YgwuoDXCX7ACDx9rk3g78i6yI8ur_Gl-qxKPJHUcV51SzdlZT7_bKn1KufQJ_vEB1vFHu4OrBiXNyJUIKDnO-w1O72gUA37b_yWZmwj/s1600-h/Happy+Diwali.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPch8E3i-dQo3ThzgORMzMK8JM1Bn5rVbstCss-YgwuoDXCX7ACDx9rk3g78i6yI8ur_Gl-qxKPJHUcV51SzdlZT7_bKn1KufQJ_vEB1vFHu4OrBiXNyJUIKDnO-w1O72gUA37b_yWZmwj/s400/Happy+Diwali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262056702218163090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Wish you a very</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> happy,prosper</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">ous and a cracking Diwali (sans the crackers)</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-2174179001901824762008-10-26T12:41:00.000+05:302008-10-26T13:16:44.466+05:30Eve Rulz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twainquotes.com/DwigEVE.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 517px;" src="http://www.twainquotes.com/DwigEVE.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's about time I formulated my fictional rulebook for women. Thou shalt follow these commandments or be prepared to lose her to the serpent. NEVER hold me to ransom if I fail to live up to these rules.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><u>Eve-Rules!</u></span><br /><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never keep a woman waiting</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never insult a woman</span></li></ul><ul style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never curse a woman<br /></span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never curse in front of a woman</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never insist on Pizza in front of a woman (but you can have it nonethless)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must always let a woman pass through</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must always open the door for a woman</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never expect a woman to compliment your singing (but that must not deter you)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must never ignore a woman</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One must always give a woman an indirect compliment</span></li></ul><br /><br />I think I have covered all the bases, I think. If there are useful inputs, I might consider adding it to the list. Since I know not one of the three of you is going to give me a pat on the back for the title, I shall do it myself! Ha.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Image Courtesy: Dave Thomas Collection</span>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-25937234246728162312008-10-22T12:38:00.000+05:302008-10-22T13:19:49.517+05:30I know Alice, but who's Gary Lawyer?<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;">There is something about Boardroom meetings that I find really fascinating. For one it breaks your love affair with the computer and changes the dynamics of what you are supposed to do at work. Too many boardroom meetings can also mean your work is taking a beating and time to fly the white flag.<br /><br />Anyway this was my first boardroom meeting; I say first because everyone was sitting around an oval table giving the setting a fairly intimidating look. At these places you have got to talk to create an impact and more importantly listen to prevent yourself from being fired.<br /><br />I was pretty cowed down for the first 10 odd minutes, carefully weighing my words and listening intently just so that I did not miss out on something. but as the meeting went on, I started to relax, the shirt sleeve started finding its way up to the elbow and I was playing the part.<br /><br />There came a point when the performer for a night show was being talked about(Gary Lawyer) and I chose to express my ignorance in the public domain by asking out loud "Excuse moi, who IS Gary Lawyer". Silence all around, me boss looked at me, almost as if sizing up his opponent(who in this case happened to be the prey) and very calmly said "He is a footballer".<br /><br />Ah, Sarcasm! I guess you get what you give but I loved the answer, not because I was the least bit enlightened but it is the kind of humour that suddenly makes you grin from ear to ear. Thankfully, he followed up that repartee with a fairly detailed explanation on how culturally ignorant I was, not to know one of India's finest exponent of Western Music.<br /><br />I am not the least bit ashamed about Googlin' my ignorance and this is what I found about him-:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Probably the only English singer in India, Gary Lawyer owns the entire music industry as his pleasing baritone reverberates on it’s own.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> Often called the man with the 'Golden Voice', he is regarded as the finest Indian artiste in the field of Western Popular Music</span><br /><br />Ignorance definitely wasn't bliss in this case<br /><br />-X-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />As the meeting went on, I became bold enough to start messaging in the middle of the meeting which was preceded by checking the score on cricinfo which BTW said 'INDIA Won'. Not the best thing to do but I am afraid, I don't care how important the meeting is, Cricket is just a tad bit more important. And I had to message coz some ignorant people(:P) needed to be told how important this win was !<br /><br />-X-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />The best line I heard(whilst eavesdropping on someone's phone conversation)-:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">In America when you earn $10,000, you first learn how to spend $100,000</span><br /><br />What a line! Puts the entire bank crisis in perspective( or so I am told)<br /><br />-X-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />Word of the day: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Gobsmacked</span><br /><br />Was used for me and I am still trying to figure out whether that was meant as a compliment or not!<br /><br />-X-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />Come to think of it, now I know who Gary Lawyer is, but who is Alice ? Smokie is yet to give us a satisfying answer to that question. Who can blame them, with a name like that for their band, I doubt if they would be able to give us a satisfying answer to any question!<br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-3311725409827423892008-10-21T09:57:00.000+05:302008-10-21T12:21:04.466+05:30Morning Blues and Tie'd to death<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Q:What happens when you get up late ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A:You reach office early.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This is the 86<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> time it has happened to me. I get up all flustered thinking that I am very late and in the bout of urgency that follows, I end up reaching my destination well ahead of time and that is something I really like :0. It's like the anti-Murphy law-:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"When I am in a rush, the universe conspires to get me to my destination well before time to leave me fidgety and bored"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday because of the absence of qualified personnel, I had to accompany someone for a business presentation. I was quickly given a standby tie( very efficient people) and was off. So, sporting a tie, neatly creased trouser, ironed shirt and a semi tonsured head(which still feels like a Persian Rug) it felt like I was transported back to me school days. Apparently that also qualifies for a half decent business presentation look so no one was complaining.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was around this time each year that the winter gear in school kicked in and out came that tie. Unfortunately I was so darned organised that I never undid the tie knot through the four years that I had to wear it. While it saves time, it also means that I would feel like a fish out of water when given a tie in hand. But again, the tie I was given yesterday had the knot in place, all I had to do was tighten the noose and the lamb was ready for slaughter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For those who care and those who don't, click on the link to read my <a href="http://imustblabber.blogspot.com/2008/05/indian-open-review.html">Indian Open story, </a>published exclusively for all three of you who read my blog. Two of you might not want to do it because it is about Golf and the third one, if you are trying to be nice and reading it then let me warn ya, if you are one who frowns over the misuse of the English language, then you are advised to give it a pass.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-X-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Would you exchange a walk-on part in a war for a lead role in a cage ?</span><br /><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-55823774737067844212008-10-19T19:50:00.000+05:302008-10-19T19:56:39.831+05:30Answer the Question<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The last few days have been weird. weird good but weird.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Anyway, here is a message I got recently which asked me a question. I really would like to know what you think about it-:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">The best of things fall apart, so labour not to make it last.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"> Instead happiness is in being happy now</span></span> !<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Hmm...I know my opinion about the above but would really like to know your views.</span><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-27019566687732189832008-10-16T22:45:00.000+05:302008-10-16T14:47:00.494+05:30Can music save your mortal soul?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Can it? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I cannot begin to describe the joy ride down to office today. Was feeling terribly tired and after the dinner celebration last night really did not feel like getting out of bed for office today. Somehow I convinced myself to get outta bed and got meself ready to park me lazy bum in office. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I started off with a frown but by the time I reached office and now that I am typing this, the look on my face has completely transformed and I am struggling to wipe the grin off me face. Ten minutes into the ride, this is the first song that plays on f.m.-:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> "Where do you go to my lovely" -- Peter Sarstedt</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I am not a sucker for lyrics, not one for remembering them anyway but this is one of the few songs that I can sing along( I know almost half of it and anyone who knows me would understand that is a big figure). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> It did not end there. This is the list that followed-:</span><br /><br /></div><ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><li>To Sir with Love</li><li>I'll Follow the sun (Beatles)</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> and then...</span><br /></div><ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><li>Bridge over troubled waters ( S n G)</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> I don't know what you call good music but this would be somewhere near the top of my list but wait, the story aint over. Just as I paid the 20 bucks and floored the accelerator they play-:</span><br /></div><ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><li>American Pie ( Don Mclean)</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Now, that is what I call shout on top of your voice, 'bring on da headbanging' kinda music. Remember the rock concert in college last month and the statuesque pose I maintained thru the evening ? If you want to know what makes me act like you wild kids at a concert then play this kidna music :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Add to that the snow in Kashmir and it was just the perfect weather to 'roll down the window and enjoy the drive' kind of day. Oh, before I forget the mystery girl.. There was this car tailing me ( well, it was behind me anyway) and as the wind lashed the toll bridge, her hair seemed to blow in the breeze in a very 'out of a film set' kind of way. Now the mystery girl is gone !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Wait, I am beginning to think all this is because of the Rum Chocolate my mum made in the morning! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> -X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Last evening, I had reached home a little before the usual time and just when I thought I would relax and unwind, I had to slip into more 'publicly wearable' clothes coz we had to go celebrate Nitin's Skoda. So we drove down the expressway for what I thought would be the usual, Dominos ( and I wasnt complaining) but we ended up going to this really nice place called Yu Turn. Exotic frontier and Pan-Asian food was the line that caught our attention and the food was really good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You know I would be the last person to talk about food so trust me it is a 'nice evening' kinda dinner place. Not as expensive as we thought it would turn out to be, so definitely worth a visit</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> P.S. Notice my 'I think this is how I should describe it' writing style ? Yes, words fail me today( as on most days), so have to resort to this ' not very elegant but still make it understandable to the others' kinda writing style !!</span><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-47721207779822807262008-10-14T19:30:00.000+05:302008-10-14T19:42:10.379+05:30Quick Byte<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">Two signs that student life is a thing of past-:<br /><br /><br />1) When you end up going to work on a day most banks are shut. Apparently today was Valmiki Jayanti, a regular part of the annual holiday calendar<br /><br />2) When people you are used to seeing regularly might no longer be around, on a regular basis that is !<br /><br />3) You cannot not do work.<br /><br /><br />Fine, that was more than two but then the third point was equally important<br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-20403685720490509282008-10-12T20:22:00.000+05:302008-10-12T20:59:34.725+05:30Thank You Mr Wilkins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXh2GoKm5Cg7qX6crE9VVDR9oKM-K2JTgerQRyYXEC6peIxMi22PLwBURtwk81YAs0YGBVCmBx2JQlC-iwKloDMzh3BzS2yK13qMKnS9J4fhww-DRqfp6B5uYHmLO9PU607q1gKKHjZLTB/s1600-h/Indian+Open+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXh2GoKm5Cg7qX6crE9VVDR9oKM-K2JTgerQRyYXEC6peIxMi22PLwBURtwk81YAs0YGBVCmBx2JQlC-iwKloDMzh3BzS2yK13qMKnS9J4fhww-DRqfp6B5uYHmLO9PU607q1gKKHjZLTB/s400/Indian+Open+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256281358896811458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">Can you not see the grin on my face???? While all those 'loserish autograph hunters(*sheepish Grin*) went after Liang, I hung around long enough on the 18th green to wait for Allan to seperate himself from the crowd and had a small chat with him which largely involved me being tongue tied and not knowing what to say even though he pretended to be very human. Considering that the man covers so many sports I always wanted to know whose company he enjoyed the most- Vijay Amritraj, Dom Boulet or Geoff Boycott. I got the answer from the horse's mouth: Vijay Amritraj and Dom Boulet !<br /><br /><br /><br />-X-X-X-X-<br /><br />Another highlight of the week for me-:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzFhUKTMFeT0fv3kIrLwx98988pVSic1L-VLmTrC46_buv2qg_9FxTZpfQDIkMN6CaqY0O3KbggoDRiD4ClZC0LVtAQL0v_qtiWQ3NqCU1fq4mDmC-g2GuPZJokQE1pkLZ9L2iRlkvKVa/s1600-h/Indian+Open+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzFhUKTMFeT0fv3kIrLwx98988pVSic1L-VLmTrC46_buv2qg_9FxTZpfQDIkMN6CaqY0O3KbggoDRiD4ClZC0LVtAQL0v_qtiWQ3NqCU1fq4mDmC-g2GuPZJokQE1pkLZ9L2iRlkvKVa/s400/Indian+Open+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256282578195982882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Really enjoyed my first stint covering a big tournament. As it turns out Aabha Rathee( a very talented writer who works with Indian Express..If you don't trust me then go google her name) stumbled across me blog. She is one of the very few journalists who actually covers the game the way it ought to be covered. Follows the entire round with the main group and then files her story. The difference in her report and the report filed by other people is quite visible because you will always find something in her story that no one else could have possibly covered sitting in the media room ogling at the giant screen.<br /><br />Aabha, if you read this...please keep the Wilko Autograph hunting bit to yourself.Pleeaaase :)<br /><br />The tournament also gave me a chance to interact with some other golf journos including the two whose work I get to read regularly- Moushami Bora(T.O.I.) and Robin Bose(H.T.).<br /><br />Of Course a longish interview with Daniel Chopra and a little interaction with Jeev Milkha Singh made this week special. All in all a really good few days. Period.<br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-21763523630045793022008-10-12T10:00:00.000+05:302008-10-12T20:19:57.495+05:30Autograph please<div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" dir="ltr">I am quite enjoying this...sitting here in the media centre and Allan Wilkins sitting a couple of bays ahead of me. Last few days I have had the chance to meet and talk with quite a few people. Saw so many players from close range, through their practice drills and their round, had a chat with Jeev's dad, the legendary athlete Milkha Singh, but not once did I feel the urge to go and get an autograph. I decided some 10 years back that there is no fun in hunting for autographs.<br /><br />But yesterday when Allan Wilkins walked into the Media Centre, I must admit for the first time in quite a few years I really felt like going up to him and getting an autograph. I cannot quite understand it because its not like he is the most famous person doing the rounds of this course this weekend but he is still a big star for me. Maybe it is because I have idolised guys like him and Harsha for such a long time.<br /><br />Yesterday I even went and did rounds of the production office to catch hold of him but could not find him. But now I am writing this, he is sitting just a few meters away merrily chatting with the folks around him. I just don't know how to go up to him and introduce myself for the fear of getting tongue tied. Damn! I did not think twice or skip a beat when Danny's manager came to me yesterday and said "here, go do your exclusive interview with him right now" but right now something is holding me back.<br /><br />I wish I had gotten my camera along. It is so much easier to ask someone to pose for a pic along with you than asking them to sign on a piece of paper. But what the heck, its not like the next time he sees me he is going to remember I was the jerk who kept pestering him for an autograph.<br /><br />I will wait till he is in some secluded corner and pounce on him for an autograph.That way at least I get to keep my dignity in the public domain.<br /><br />I even tried that last evening when he was giving a long interview, just when I found my chance someone else pounced on him, started talking to him and whisked him away :(<br /><br />Today is my last chance. Let us see what I can do<br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-84340494899691087742008-10-08T21:01:00.000+05:302008-10-09T06:42:58.668+05:30Janamdin Mubarak Ho !<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In a few hours Mr Sinha will be bringing in his 22nd birthday. For those who do not understand it, that means 22 years of useless, crappy, 'want to barf right now', 'make me deaf' kinda jokes. But thankfully thats not the only thing about the man.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For the last five years, it has been a funny bond that we have shared. When in school we were never really as close as we are now. Maybe distance filters out the useless jokes and only brings to the fore the good times. Having said that I must confess, any tale of Navtanay without his jokes is really like saying the best thing about a Pamela Anderson are her eyelashes!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This chap grows on you and unfortunately so much that he is the only guy I can honestly say I have been in regular touch with and still continues to call even if I forget to return his calls. He who started off as a Kishore Kumar fan, now boasts of a music library that contains all kind of junk that you kids apparently call music these days</span>. I remember he had come over once and one of my other friends who met him for the first time later said " Woh tera dost--Heera ladka hain". Which in English means- That friend of yours is a pearl! Err....I guess what he was trying to say was what a fantastic guy he is and I think the reason why he said that is pretty simple-:<br /><br /><ul><li>No Hangups</li><li>Nothing that comes remotely close to being associted with ego</li><li>Extraordinary self depreciatory ability</li><li>A warm personality</li><li>An understanding friend<br /></li><li>And most importantly: Ability to make a woman fly after kissing her ! (please forgive me :-D )</li></ul>- Sorry dude, thot I would list out 22 compliments for you but the list ran out pretty quickly!<br /><br /><br />Unfortunately I cannot put up any picture of his because the only thing close to cute and publishable about him is his 10 year old brother. But I am sure everyone who knows him would agree with me- 'He is a good guy'.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Sunita!<br /><br />p.s. please take this as my penance for not wishing you when the clock strikes 12. Dude, I have better things to do in lyf ;) !<br /><br /><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-45840642222773840492008-10-06T15:11:00.000+05:302008-10-06T17:16:53.762+05:30Ambidestro<span style="font-family:arial;">Isn't it absolutely amazing when you discover a new talent that has been hidden for many many years? What would you know, you probably don't have that kind of reservoir of talent! I chanced upon this gift of mine and I am so happy I did. I realised that I am Ambidextrous. Yup, you heard that right, AMBIDEXTROUS.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Extraordinary! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I always knew there was something special considering that I used to bowl left handed and bat right handed but could never prove it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It came to my notice that I am as creative( and darned good) while drawing with my right hand as I am with my left hand. The following picture will demonstrate how there is absolutely <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">no difference</span> in the quality of art even though I was using the right hand which I have never used before for drawing-:</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOm8rkg-KpcZHDaUVY2Q8rvsUcZo7dh1EgtYOPJPrxU2MQjC70ZEyA5MheZd5kjCp-Jd_cfVp15R-ASJu9e_CRo_DWu6a9FpCK4DHbB3q7my8CAiuzBLFyv8ebQCFGDLdBiN4dmAnHgAz/s1600-h/voila.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOm8rkg-KpcZHDaUVY2Q8rvsUcZo7dh1EgtYOPJPrxU2MQjC70ZEyA5MheZd5kjCp-Jd_cfVp15R-ASJu9e_CRo_DWu6a9FpCK4DHbB3q7my8CAiuzBLFyv8ebQCFGDLdBiN4dmAnHgAz/s400/voila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253976028313967090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The truth is in the pudding!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Don't ask me where, when and how. Oh well... Since you ask, this piece of genius was worked on at 5:30 in the morning with two people standing right behind me( Judging me) putting that much more pressure. I am just happy that I could turn around and say, Ha! </span><br /><br />I wonder if Leonardo could recall where he was when he worked on The Last Supper.Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-62782204815006384052008-10-04T22:03:00.000+05:302008-10-05T08:53:01.934+05:30Auspicio Regis et Senatus Angliae<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;">Nestled in the middle of the Noida Golf Course is a historical monument of great significance. As I was going for a walk around the course and the sun was melting in the west, its rays shone brightly on this monument which leapt at you out of nowhere. As you stand in front of it, you realise the beauty of the grand structure which has wide steps (in all likelihood built when the monument was built) leading up to it giving it a rather royal look.<br /><br />Today it serves as the tee box for the 16th hole on the course but any player teeing off from that point would be overawed by every brick in the monument, each of which seems to want to tell a story<br /><br />As I climbed up the stairs and stood in front of the arched structure I read what was inscribed on the structure-:<br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Near this spot</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> was fought</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 11th September , 1803</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Battle of Delhi</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> where the mahratas led by</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> M.Louis Borquien were</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">defeated by the British led by</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gerard lake</span><br /><br /><br />There was something inscribed in Urdu near the bottom of the structure and I guess that it probably conveyed the same message. On top was carved the coat of arms adopted by the East India Company in its later years and a message in Latin(I think) which read-:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Auspicio Regis et Senatus Angliae</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >Translated, it reads " By the command of the King and parliament of England" which was the motto of the East India Company. According to historical records available-:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The Marathas fought bravely but lost due to the cowardice of French officers who were assisting them.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >After this battle the areas of Haryana and Delhi came under the British.</span>"<br /><br /><br /></span>Neatly inscribed on the back of the monument was the name of the contractor who was assigned the task of building the monument - Roopram Nannay Singh and also the name of the architect- F.Lishman. As I walked away, what struck me was the beauty of the structure as it stood out in the middle of nowhere and how hardly anyone knows such a structure exists. I will try and go to the course one of these days and click a few pictures of that monument and put it up on the blog. Such significant structures should not be lost to creepers<br />.</div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-51818043762732531892008-10-03T20:13:00.000+05:302008-10-03T20:59:48.858+05:3050 first dates<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">I got my fourth-first pay cheque today and it is beginning to feel like the movie 50 First Dates, except I am yet to acquire an acute case of amnesia. Each time this first pay cheque comes along,it is supposed to be special. At least this time around it was slightly more than the Rs 400 that the folks at HT Next sent my way some four years back. I don't know why that stopped, coz considering the amount I blabber it might not have been a bad idea to continue with my contributions.<br /><br />Actually come to think of it, I do remember why I stopped. Initially those guys were so starved of contributors that my article used to be published the very next day after I sent it but with time their pool of contributors grew and their response time to my articles dipped. So even though they did publish the article( i cannot think of any rejected piece) sometimes it used to get printed a week to ten days after I sent it. It kind of killed the spirit of some of the articles. Once I shifted to this side of the Yamuna, the newspaper barons refused to acknowledge my requests for a copy to be sent across and that was that. I made an honourable exit from my stint with the 'print media' !<br /><br />But whatever said and done there was always the thrill of seeing the name come in print, something I always used to look forward to. A byline is a byline is a byline. It was on the strength of those articles that I went to the chaps at TSM in 07' to get meself an internship. While the internship did not materialise at least I got a job with them now. So maybe the article in HT Next did play a nice bit part in me employment.<br /><br />Now when I yearn to get a piece printed with my byline, all that I get to do is ghostwrite for my boss and my work appears under his name. Apparently his name is more 'sellable'. Well, who can blame their way of thinking, my boss is a 17 time India international; Of Course his name is more sellable!!<br /><br />But I shall wait, my time shall come and maybe one day you will see that outdated first name with an unbelievably long surname in print. But till such time all I know is that I have to stop dreaming and prepare meself to get outta bed at 4:30 in the morning tomorrow to start my second month at work.<br /><br />Ah, life IS a bed of roses..<br /><br />-X-X-X-X-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MMka14NDc9MxrH65QVLfeS2xbUTaBe03sC4h38KviJHV6QoEREgMmBI1QnjkZ4GzNU1HX2vLsyLhdDOCovsGNcTjHEylHqq_1-KKaZQMFxkot34aTHSBmDn5D-CizJoqAOUnd1zEYePT/s1600-h/bds.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MMka14NDc9MxrH65QVLfeS2xbUTaBe03sC4h38KviJHV6QoEREgMmBI1QnjkZ4GzNU1HX2vLsyLhdDOCovsGNcTjHEylHqq_1-KKaZQMFxkot34aTHSBmDn5D-CizJoqAOUnd1zEYePT/s320/bds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252948976133567298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-8592904834070851872008-10-02T19:58:00.000+05:302008-10-02T20:31:28.992+05:30Happy Birthday to the Mahatma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvnJ9t8f295DTyOnePk1zTUssIchsgMcK3B7yhc9qzUCSuC5Q2hdhc_mtb7LTGs2YfRWtZJ15T4kHB0iGqX6xodBxHrN2n-ckg9YWguLUu-i1efUswBpt27owrXZKenob8mIdPk0ZBBKjU/s1600-h/mahatma-gandhi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvnJ9t8f295DTyOnePk1zTUssIchsgMcK3B7yhc9qzUCSuC5Q2hdhc_mtb7LTGs2YfRWtZJ15T4kHB0iGqX6xodBxHrN2n-ckg9YWguLUu-i1efUswBpt27owrXZKenob8mIdPk0ZBBKjU/s320/mahatma-gandhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252568684624373074" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:VERDANA;font-size:100%;" ><b>Gandhi's Shoe</b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:VERDANA;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />While boarding a moving train one day, one of Mohandas Gandhi's shoes slipped off and fell upon the track. As he was unable to retrieve it, Gandhi - to the astonishment of his fellow travelers - calmly removed his other shoe and threw it down the track to where the first had landed. "The poor man who finds the shoe lying on the track," Gandhi explained, "will now have a pair he can use."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:VERDANA;font-size:100%;" ><b>Optimist</b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:VERDANA;font-size:100%;" >In 1910, Mahatma Gandhi was sent to prison by South African prime minister Jan Smuts for leading a passive resistance campaign opposing discrimination aganst Indians in Transvaal. From his jail in Bloemfontein, Gandhi sent Smuts a letter offering his "sincere regards." "The prospect of uninterrupted study</span><span style=";font-family:VERDANA;font-size:100%;" > for at least a year," he declared, "fills me with joy."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:VERDANA;font-size:100%;" ><b>Gone in a puff</b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Mahatma Gandhi upbraided smokers for misusing their nostrils as chimneys. That Gandhi secretly puffed in his school was and was weighed down by remorse is recorded by Robert Payne in his immensely readable <b>Life and Death Of Mahatma Gandhi</b>. In </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >1924 Gandhiji wrote an article in <i>Young India </i>objecting to the issue of a new brand of cigarettes by the late N.S.T Chari called "Gandhi Cigarettes". Chari at once renamed his cigarettes as "Silver Cloud" and as newspaper editor Pothan Joseph quipped "sales dropped and it melted like clouds in the silver sky." </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">G</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">o U.P.A. !! While the new smoking law seems exciting, I really do hope it is implemented because half the wonderful laws are lost in implementation and the other laws are just plain stupid.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />-X-X-X-X-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And Importantly, Arnab Dada-:</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag</span></span> (Happy Birthday)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazNczTJNu_uOyjWTt9m8DoCd7IENKZMIJT-WaK4lf8xo80PsSVc7K9nxQ1pNSFmQUodlSHwtaETJfoXcanKCIlqdIqkDJJURYx-qYvwMsIL-QlLt3S6EgxPNvOMUqZKUd24QdqT3kUTTq/s1600-h/artler.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjazNczTJNu_uOyjWTt9m8DoCd7IENKZMIJT-WaK4lf8xo80PsSVc7K9nxQ1pNSFmQUodlSHwtaETJfoXcanKCIlqdIqkDJJURYx-qYvwMsIL-QlLt3S6EgxPNvOMUqZKUd24QdqT3kUTTq/s400/artler.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570111335958674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />(I have a sneaky feeling this impression will not be appreciated in today's hypersensitive environment. tsk tsk tsk)<br /><br /><br /><br />.Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-19525142392259758582008-09-30T08:18:00.000+05:302008-09-30T10:12:40.713+05:30Godfather IV<span style="font-family: arial;">The completion of the Wagah Trilogy..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mathews, judge for yourself and may i specially recommend the sequence between 45 to 56 on the timeline! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwV0Q2NRFmuuvTbWkbbwC6Gf-qpvpv_uzrXve_-qzf4xde1hVjfQFiOR9vyKxkhJHq_S9buIJFQO2zaxupzRA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sridinatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12947157061914094485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9053827446819865300.post-56241192595616711662008-09-29T22:13:00.000+05:302008-09-29T22:50:19.546+05:30Photology<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrzsswVZzmgqB2jCj99YNLmJXWf_oFgBY7R5JUYD_lHEwB5-UvNSXlZRNA-SQ1yyja22Q1ok5JNwOXrC4m89Qo5XnEPlOwaMSFA79aV6JRf9sQEybHi-9uNMn0V9YGeU5cqD0jHSJh5A2/s1600-h/27092008(001).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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