Show(all) and tell(lies)

It had to happen. Somebody had to do it. Somebody had to push the envelope so far that it went over the cliff and out of sight, never to be found again. And that (ig)noble distinction belongs to none other than Messrs Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson.

I am referring of course to the infamous boob popping incident by Justin Timberlake. I know he calls himself a pop star; but really, isn't that stretching your job description a little too far? The only thing this little act of daring achieved is a complete and total vilification of both the singers and MTV, who produced the show. Oh there are those who will say that a little flesh on TV is nothing to get your panties in a bunch over. The sad fact is that they would be right. The banality with which public display of sex is viewed in this country reached a new high (or low, depending on your viewpoint) on Superbowl Sunday.

'It's no big deal', people said,'The music industry has always been edgy'. But this isn't about the music industry. It's about football. It's about a game that for once lived up to all the hype and hoopla, and delivered everything expected from a Superbowl and then some. Its a pity that the day after the Superbowl, Janet's assets made more news than Carolina's heroics or Vinatieri's last-gasp field goal. And frankly speaking, her little display was quite lame (pun intended). She should really have given it more thought before exhibiting her antique wares in public in this manner.

Hopefully, in the future these chumps will leave all their shock and awe stuff for the MTV awards, which is what people watch to get their fix of crass sexual antics. Yes, yes, me too.

But the Superbowl I watch to see the Pats lose.

Oh well, there's always next time.

Ha ha ha ha....

Came upon a hilarious site. Though I don't like people who just link to other websites on their blogs, I am going to do it this once.

One things for sure - there's no one quite like old Dubya.

It's Been A While...

Ah, been so busy...things are happening - good things mostly, so I ain't complaining. The blog has been neglected for too long. Fear not (or fear, depending on your perspective), I shall redeem myself in the near future.





It's good to be back.

It's all over the news!

kachhi_kali is breaking up. Well figuratively anyway. After reading Kets' latest post I got to wondering about kachhi_kali. Yes, the fact of the matter is that we are all going to go off in different directions, sooner rather than later. For those of you wondering what the hell I am going on about, it is a group of eight people here at CSU that used to hang out together all the time. And the name of the egroup we use to keep in touch with is called kachhi_kali. For those of you who don't understand hindi, or don't grasp the hidden meaning of the expression, it can best be described by the term 'nubile young maiden'. How we reached upon this name is a long and unnecessary story. Unnecessary in part because I don't want to offend the guy who started the whole kachhi kali business in the first place, on the off chance that he accidentally reads this post. And yes you read right - the 'kacchi kali' in question is actually a he. And blissfully unaware of it too. Trust Sachin to come up with an unmistakably feminine term and use it on a guy with such effect that it becomes a common and inseparable part of the Kali vernacular.

Yes, we refer to ourselves as the Kalis. The fact that none of us are kalis in any sense of the word is of course immaterial. We might not be old and emaciated, but we're certainly well past our sprightly youth. Be that as it may, Kalis we are, and Kalis we shall remain.

The direct offshoot of this strange name (or maybe one of the main reasons for it) is that whenever any of us get together, the topic of conversation invariably centres around sex and its various forms (no pun intended). Now this fact in itself might not seem too strange, but the Kalis have this habit of stripping this veneer of sophistication that we all go strutting about in and bring out the real person inside...which for most people (it would seem) is a person who likes to joke, talk, wink, wink and nod about things that are better left unsaid to begin with. All very funny, in fact so funny it should be a crime. We have a really good time with it. It's not the run-of-the-mill banter guys on the katta engage in - after all there is equal representation of both sexes in our group. It is quite special to Kalidom (specially sickeningly funny too, if I may say so myself). But it does tend to leave any non-Kalis who happen to chance by in rather a disconcerted state of mind. Like what is probably happening to most non-Kali readers of this blog right now, who are all probably wondering what the point of this post is anyway and why this guy doesn't quit writing about his silly mundane group and let us get on with our equally and silly mundane life.

The point is that I am at work right now and there is no work to be done, so I am doing what I normally do to put work off. Only there's no work to be put off. Um...whatever.

But there is a Kali birthday coming up soon so order will be restored shortly.

the answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind...

Another dismal performance by the Indians. Losing to a below strength Aussie side at that. Jale pe namak.
And the 'experts' will have their knives out. Wonder who they'll have for dinner this time, now that Ganguly is missing from the team.
Here I was, all set to make a bold prediction about us winning the test series down under. That was of course assuming that we would win at Eden Gardens. But these confounded Indians never follow a formula when you expect them to. It's so simple - when you just barely scrape through to the final, you are supposed to WIN it; when you sail through, you lose it. That's the formula for the Indian team, and it should just stick to it. Makes it easier for us bold prediction makers.

Bah, Australia. Who needs them anyway.