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May 14, 2008

Posted by K in Uncategorized.

Thunder and lightening ought to stimulate the mind into producing a half decent post, nyet?

Play tag! :) May 6, 2008

Posted by K in Blog equivalent of forwards.

Last movie seen in a theatre:
Race. *Grin*

What book are you reading?
Odds and Gods (Tom Holt) and a Kafka short stories collection.

Favourite board game:
Hm. Haven’t played one in a while, but I hate Ludo and I remember I loved MAD πŸ™‚

Favourite magazine:
Hm. I would say…Reader’s Digest? Frontline? Cooking periodicals! I’m not big on magazines, although that’s entirely my fault.

Favourite smells:

Hm again. Spice, rain, old books, shampoos, lemon and citrus fruits, mornings in hill stations, chicken curry, roasts, cooked potatoes, home.

Favourite sound:
Water running wild, splashes, bass lines, heavy metal. Oh yeah, and bird calls πŸ™‚

Worst feeling in the world:
Being hopeless.

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
How many minutes of (more) sleep can I steal?

Favourite fast food place:

Future child’s name:
Something luscious and yummy (one that will produce much rebellion once the kid gets to an age where such things matter πŸ˜› )

Finish this statement, β€œIf I had a lot of money I’d…”
travel. Buy things for friends and family. Use it for development. (the order isn’t in order)

Do you drive fast?
Erm. Considering I just got my license-no.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
No. Tried it once or twice as a kid, inspired by story books, but I kinda like the bed to myself πŸ˜›

Storms – Cool or Scary?
Both 8)Β  *shiver*

Do you eat the stems on broccoli?

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?
Red, yellow, green, blue. (At a stretch- that IS one colour…its all contained in white πŸ˜› )

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:
Kolkata, Delhi.

Favourite sports to watch:
Cricket. Well, used to be anyway.

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:
We’re related! Lol πŸ˜€

What’s under your bed?
A stray book. Bottle of water.

Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Let me think about that one πŸ™‚

Morning person or night owl?
Oh, night owl…anyday and anyway! Lol.

Over easy or sunny side up?
Sunny side up.

Favourite place to relax:
Under trees, in grassy places, nooks and crannies, in orange surroundings. Many, actually. But they have to be beautiful.

Favourite pie:
Put meat in it, and I’ll eat it. Teehee.

Favourite ice cream flavour:
Chocolate chip. Kesar Kulfi. Butterscotch. Vanilla if it comes with chocolate sauce. Natural flavours. Actually- other than strawberry, I’ll eat ’em all 8)

You pass this tag to –

Whoever will do this πŸ™‚ Ish? Vasudha? Jnarin? Haz? Kriti? Nishant? Vidha?

Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?

It’s a general tag, so… πŸ™‚

May 5, 2008

Posted by K in Uncategorized.
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Been tagged by Indrani…

Will fillit tomorrow πŸ™‚ There’s another tag as has been pending. Perhaps better late than never…

Of ‘Pulpy Orange’ and Capitalism May 4, 2008

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I have been divorced from Cable TV (and Dish TV and Tata Sky…oh, you get the picture, don’t you…) for quite a while now; probably about a year or so. So it was quite a strange experience facing the Idiot Service (God bless it) on the Idiot Box, while waiting for our order of takeaway food to arrive .* They had the channel fixed on the IPL match between Chennai Super Somethings and the Jaipur team, and I was treated (I use the word with caution here…) to my first sight of a live IPL match. It was, well, for the first few balls I felt the familiar warming of the cockles of the heart, before I remembered I was not a fan of the IPL and, for that matter, cricket, anymore. That instinctive reaction led to a more measured, and hopefully scientific, scrutiny of the next few minutes of play, and, not surprisingly, I didn’t appreciate it much.

There were 2 beautiful cover drives, as opposed to a hell lot of slogging and poor bowling. A ball down legside (which deservedly got punished) got no comment for being a loose delivery; the commentator was more focussed on the four it brought (and that may be the whole point of Tamasha Cricket, but still. Commentary…?). Again, a slog shot received an excited response from the commentary box , something to the effect of what a big hit it was, only to be appended by a non-apologetic, anti-climatic (for as viewers, we only see the camera angle of the white cherry soaring into the sky. Presumably, the commentator has a better view. His calling it a Big Hit is queer, strange, inexplicable)…aaand it clears the infield. Wow. A big hit that clears the infield. Back in the good ol’ days (yes, imagine me with the croaky, granny voice), a big hit signalled a BIG HIT! It meant the ball had atleast TOUCHED the boundary rope. But no. Apparently these days, a ‘big hit’ is inflated commentary. That, or the poor bloke (I couldn’t catch the voice clearly enough to figure out who the commentator was. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was that grotesque clown, Srikkanth) meant to indicate that the ball had been sent miles up in the air-vertically. Only.

Anyhow, I refuse to spend more character space on IPL. I saw the cheerleaders. I didn’t get cheered. Sivamani was more festive for me. But then again…Sivamani’s been at other cricket matches before. The only good thing I can see about the IPL is that the lesser known cricketers, those left languishing on the terrible Ranji scene, are now presumably getting more of a fair deal.

The original point of the post was the Pulpy Orange advertisement. The one where they show how all the oranges are now hollow and deflate when approached, as all the pulp is now bottled by the owners of Pulpy Orange. I thought it was extremely insightful and very apt,although I don’t quite think they meant it to be so. It’s a good way to sum up the Onward March of the capitalists, isn’t it? Turn the naturally available into packageable commodities that can be bar-coded and stocked in stores to generate capital for corporate houses. Create newer and newer unnecessary COMMODITIES, and get the consumer to covet it. ( I haven’t met too many fans of Pulpy Orange, and I still do prefer the round, waxy skinned fruit, thankyouverymuch…)

This is not to say that the orange is a particularly accessible fruit. Last time I checked (last week…) it was going at Rs40 a kilo. However, by turning it into bottled slush, you are definitely doing something…capitalistic and wrong. Okay, fine, let me qualify that. You take away oranges from the market to make drinks that are accessible to the very few, and in the process use up MORE water that you are probably taking away from the farmers who want to irrigate their fields, just as Pepsi and tribe are doing.

It’s just…wrong.

*I have vowed to give up all junk food for a month starting,what else, tomorrow πŸ™‚