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Fridays over the past few years of my life have been various degrees of eventful - from extremely, really, very, pretty, quite to, on the rare ocasion, un. In each of those cases the last working day of the week for quite a few people was, for me, intrinsically linked with cinema. Now unlike many people including quite a few of my schoolmates, I haven't always been a fan of the medium - in fact,

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When you first move to Bombay and start making use of the suburban railways on a regular basis, a few things strike you the most, and I am not talking about the most obvious ones here. Sure, they are extremely over-crowded, carrying just way too many passengers, a number that is significantly more than what can be called a humanely acceptable limit, especially during the peak hours when the

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Except for the fact that I'm with my parents in old, familiar environs, nothing's changed. Half a year has gone by since I've come back home, and I still feel like this.

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Sometime back, Mani Ratnam invited his friend P Chidambaram over for a special screening of his latest film Raavanan. Owing to his extremely busy schedule which involves delivering lengthy speeches about how various issues will be resolved, occasionally heading back to his lair to discuss all possible courses of action and then choosing the one which is least likely to affect him in any possible

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So today morning, I was just thinking (well, not "just" but the back-story isn't relevant) how I can spend 950 bucks. The cost of a sleeper class railway ticket between Delhi and Bombay is 425. Sleeper class, mind you, is how a lot of people travel - it may not have air-conditioning but is definitely an infinitely more comfortable alternative to the second sitting a.k.a. general in which the vast

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The vuvuzelas blared louder than ever as hosts South Africa scored a futile victory in their final match. Well, futile for them, not for the tournament - the 2-1 win has made life a tad easier albeit unpredictable for the top half of the draw, as the '06 finalists France were unceremoniously dumped out of the Cup. And from the way they played throughout, they deserved it. A host of familiar names

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Just when everyone was convinced that most of the players had left their skills back in the locker rooms of their respective clubs, Spain took the field. Perennial under-performers on the biggest stage of 'em all, the team full of household big names from the choicest clubs of La Liga and other leading European leagues started off with an almost-complete display that was also, unlike many of

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25 goals in 16 matches - a shade over 1.5 goals per match. That's how South Africa 2010 started off, and all those of us who were eagerly waiting for our final semester engineer exams to get over just a couple of days before the action kicked off in Soccer City didn't know exactly how to react.Tshabalala did the shakalaka for the hosts South Africa against the run of play in the opening

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Immediately after the Azzurri scored the first of their futile goals, two of the Italians homed in on the goalkeeper while he was retrieving the ball from inside the goal, brought him down and stamped on him when no one was looking. One of them left the crime scene while the other hung around so that the referee could return just in time to see the Slovak goalie and a defender retaliate. The

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Never mind the fact that I am making use of it to put this article up for all to see - when it comes to technology and in particular the internet, I am all for Mulayam Singh and his Samajwadi Party. And while I do have serious issues that bother me, what I am presently concerned about is how the World Wide Web has consigned most of my fond childhood memories to the distant past.Chandralok

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I have been wanting to write something about the World Cup for a long time, but wasn't sure about the angle. I still am not, so I'll try and incorporate some of the angles I've been toying with.It's not that I'm against people who have all of a sudden woken up to the fact that there exists a sport called football which is otherwise known as the most popular game on earth. In fact, it's good that

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The sealing drive ahead of the Commonwealth Games may end up successfully removing eyesores and thereby beautifying all the monument complexes and other places of tourist interest in the national capital region for the benefit of the multitudes of foreign tourists expected in about 4 months' time, but it is definitely robbing the local visitors of what are usually the only spots to have a

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Am in no mood to write complete sentences, let alone a full-length post so I'll keep it short and simple for a change. Am back in Delhi - not for a vacation, but for good. Being back home after 6 years feels good. Why 6 years when engineering is a 4-year course? Well, that's 'coz when 2 stubborn entities (me and my college) collide, sparks fly - in my case, I ended up losing 2 years due to

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The following is purely a product of my cynicism - any person taking this personally will be solely responsible for the negative feelings that might get aroused within him/her.So, we had the last of our lectures sometime in the second week of this month (Okay, 9th of April - I remember the date. Big deal.) and ever since then, everybody who is anybody - teacher's pets, nerds, double triple

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Disclaimer: You know the drill. Scroll down, read the actual disclaimer and scroll back up."So we all went to Chembur instead."Uh oh. "Chembur?""Oh yeah, Roti threw us a party, for his birthday," he smirked, before letting go of whatever amount of decency that made him hold back till that very moment, pointing his index finger towards me, laughing while taking great pleasure in saying, "you

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On my review of Leaving Home, the band Indian Ocean's feature-length "film" over at DesiCritics.org, I was at the receiving end of some pretty brutal comments by this person who goes by the name of "musiclover." Now, I normally do not reply in the comments field of my own posts, least of all when there's criticism but in this case I was hoping to make an exception. But then, just before I

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Now I may be almost one point five months late but even I have the right to be busy, right? So, exactly what was I busy with? Well, you can't just wake up and walk straight into quiz competitions hoping that your genius will do your dirty work for you, can you? No sir, you've got to prepare, you've to toil just like you do if you want to achieve anything in life - only in this case, it is a lot

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Once upon a time, two years ago to be precise, I went to see the oldest Pujo in the capital. Those of you who aren't from Delhi but saw the news during those ten days will know it's Kashmere Gate I'm talking about. Back then, it was a study in austerity - a back-to-basics lesson for most of us used to the over-the-top celebrations in the southern parts of the city. We went by our car, found a

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I just realized that I've never ever written anything about my college. Well, it's FCRIT - don't bother with the expanded version, just keep the words Agnel Vashi in mind. Most people outside Maharashtra would not have heard of it (some south Delhiites might be forced to recall a school bearing the same name) and you're not the ones to be blamed - even I wouldn't have, hadn't it been for that

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"You don't like capitalism? You must be a commie. Bloody Reds! Can't you see how communism has failed the world over? And in any case, why should the rich be responsible for the poor. If everyone works for his/her self and immediate family, then isn't that just the best possible thing? Anyway, between pure capitalism and pure communism, I'll choose the former. You cannot be too idealistic in this

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...watching Quick Gun Murugan just a few days back? Read the review here.

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As a friend, I like to think I'm everything one could ever ask for. But that's just my opinion - and one that isn't shared by anyone else. Here are some sample situations when people turn to me.When they've had a bad break-up and need help getting over it, they run to me - and after listening to my tales of woe, feel that theirs is not so bad after all.When no one else's around and they want

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A social order that has prevailed for many centuries cannot be fixed overnight. But what troubles me is the fact that even my lifetime cannot possibly be enough. I would like to correct it, but I can only work towards the goal and hope for the best. In the meantime, I would like to earn a nice sum of money but retain only what is the bare minimum amount and give the rest away to those who really

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The lisp (I love the word, seeing how most people affected by the condition cannot even pronounce it) was catchy, but (unless you're a critic on the payroll of the production house who's hell-bent on associating the speech defect with something deeper) utterly pointless. And that is just the beginning of my list of complaints against what is but one of this particular school of films which are,

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First, a recap.Started writing a novelExplored the city I call homeDiscovered my love for photographyWent on an incident-packed trip to the mountainsGot back into the habit of readingListened mostly to filmi music for a changeWatched only a few filmsCame back to the land of the manoosFinally got to travel to e-school and back by busSo, awesomeness.The feeling when you hit the first of many

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Three factors have caused this increasingly intensifying urge to explore the Walled City - that book by William Dalrymple, that film by Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra and that blog by Mayank Austen Soofi. This is an account of the first part of the first of my attempts which took place on the day before yesterday...Sunday was when the pride parade was held in, among other cities, Delhi. But I was not in

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That means 'communication revolution', if literally translated as a phrase. For those of you not in the know of India, it is a series of trains which, like the exclusive Rajdhanis, connect the nation's capital to various state capitals. That's just like the Rajdhanis, and in most cases, the number of intermediate stoppages are lesser in number, comparatively. However, unlike the Rajdhanis, it's

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Which concept should I finally settle upon?Should I dabble with that element of fantasy I have in mind?Will it help to keep the protagonist match my own personality?Should I just let it develop episodically?How much should I let verbosity interfere with the crux of the story?Is it wise to experiment with the narration?A combination of the above and some other questions is taunting me.Trying to

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Poems you might like:It can't go on foreverBrain DrainAn ode to an aphorismConspiracyA Call To ArmsA Bloody Ballad ...Reviews you might like:Delhi 6 (Hindi film soundtrack)Headless Cross (Black Sabbath album)Dev D (contemporary Hindi film)Luck By Chance (contemporary Hindi film)Kaalbela (contemporary Bengali film)Billu (contemporary Hindi film)Pyaasa (classic Hindi film)Kaagaz Ke Phool (classic

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(contd from 'Why Wah #4')Guess when #4 got over? 6pm! Ridiculous isn't it? What was worse was that the next one was the real danger - a subject belonging to a department known to flunk people from other departments in their department's subject's vivas. To top it off, it started off right on time, was divided into two days with us, the 2nd half, going first, and the internal was the same person

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(contd from 'Why Wah #3')After a two-day gap (thanks to the postponed prac), it was time for #4 (now #3 actually, but I'll refrain from tampering with the numbering). We were informed of a dreadful new pattern - four students at a time, 2 go to the external and 2 to the internal. Luckily for us at the end, the examiners took their own sweet time with each and every bunch. Lucky, because by the

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EDIT: Bangladesh has been eliminated from the Twenty20 World Cup, which is sad. But worse is the fact that Ireland is through into the Super Eight stage of the tournament with such a premier name after having won just one match. As I write this, Australia are tethering on the edge - they need to win tonight against Sri Lanka if they want to survive. What have they done to deserve this fate? Oh,

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3) The prized moment of the entire viva duration was on the very next morning - the first half of the class went into the lab for their practicals, while we of the second half were lounging around. Suddenly, "acting" HoD turned up while talking on the phone, then came up to us and went something like: "6th sem IT no? Your practical has been postponed. It's on next Tuesday now". What the hell!

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Since my parents are here now, I am relieved of the duty of dealing with him anymore. He, who came to my place today to do business with my folks today morning. But his arrival made me ponder upon a very recent development and realize how happy that new "thing" has made me.When I first came here to study, I lived in the hostel for a year before moving out to a small flat very near the college.

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(contd from 'Why Wah #1')Second viva followed the Sunday. By the time my turn came, the examiners were fed up and were changing patterns - what was initially three at a time became four for a while, after which it was one going in at a time to replace the one they told to scram. As luck would have it, I replaced P2, got to face the tired external who let me go after one simple question, which I

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[Caution: totally meaningless, illogical and unscientific material ahead]So, how do they? Do they sit on a railway track and wait for the wheels to crush them? Or do they make a blind low flight at a busy city intersection? Do they suddenly stop flapping their wings mid-flight while at a great height? Or do they fly into a forest fire?Personally, birds are way too happy a kind to kill themselves

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(contd from Why Viva Why?)Me and the two guys before me in terms of roll number (I shall refer to them as P1 and P2) enter the gas chamber (needless to say, the examiners had their masks on). Now this P2 is a real pain in the ass - not least because he studies so much that he can invariably answering anything pertaining to the syllabus. Anyway, back to the viva. I answered a couple, but in

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This post is inspired by (read: is a long-overdue post which has finally manifested as a quick reaction to) this post on Loony Pages by this blogger called Loony Girl.I guess when you're young and living in the big city, it's hard not to tread down the typical path. I've experienced it first hand, so I cannot claim to be a preacher all of a sudden and expect a herd to follow me.Back in my early

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Viva. The very thought of it strikes such terror in my head that I feel the need to crap at the very same instant at which I feel constipated. Don't ask how - you're either born with it, or, well, you're not.As it is, this is the type of examination that I dread the most - and on top of that, since I had barely attended any lectures this semester and had only managed to clear the internals thanks

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What a fun month this was. Seriously. Here's looking (back) at you, kid.In the beginning...Started off with May Day, which in these parts is known as Maharashtra Day (the state was formed on this day in 1960). It was also a day when the papers were filled with reports about the previous day's elections in a city rocked by terrorist attacks on a couple of five stars which somehow awakened the

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Hey!Rekaf's, as you can see, has gone into makeover mode. Only it is not just cosmetic surgery - from now on, this blog shall only provide humour-laced personal posts, and glimpses of the other blogs.Find all the serious articles at You are bored.All the poetry is at Poetry in Loose Motion.Get access to all sorts of reviews at No Quarters.An archive of all the old stuff removed from here and not

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I don't think one can either think from the mind or from the heart; in fact, I don't think that it's possible for a human to think from the heart at all. One might think either logically or emotionally, but these thoughts originate from the mind. And one does.That said, I don't think it's possible for the human mind to judge something in an entirely unbiased manner, either because of being

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AFSPA, UAPA, MISA, TADA, POTA, MCOCA, CSPSA. Yeah, a whole lot of acronyms. Guess what all of them have in common? Yes, they are all laws which if used properly will undoubtedly bring about a better law and order situation even in the most troubled hotspots of our nation.Unfortunately, they have one more thing in common - the potential for misuse. And this is what worries human rights activists

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There is an old man who once was a young man. During his college days, he thought his name was carrot. Then he saw the posters on his Left and noticed that they were red, just like carrots. Swept away by idealism and the pride of having such a great name, he joined the gang.Years later, he realized his blunder, only to think that it's carat. So he went for broke, and literal struck gold. Now he's

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Everyone loves it. I do too. Yes, food. And living alone in this big, bad city had meant that I had the chance to experiment, gastronomically speaking. That is not to say that I don't like to be guided. But a look at any of the commonly available books - the Times Food Guide is the first example that springs to my mind - makes me wince and say, 'No thank you!' Visiting any of the places listed in

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A lot has happened over the past 4 months. A recap:* A last round heartbreak prevented us, i.e. me and my classmate, we of the Mumbai University quizzing team, from adding the national trophy to our university, state and zonal ones, the first one while representing our college. 2nd place and a clutch of local media coverage in New Bombay (mostly college propaganda) played their parts in consoling

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Selling out, if you ask any youngster, is supposed to be an ignominy, but why? The very artists that we so easily accuse of having "sold out their beliefs" would not have reached us in the first place if they weren't part of the commercial channels. Which then makes one wonder if they were ever true to the cause in the first place. An article on this will follow at a later date, but for now, some

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For those of you in Mumbai who read a certain daily yesterday, a clarification in the style of the same publication's weekly column, "Quote Unquote" (the only possible purpose I can think of being to highlight the immature editing) -What I said:Best moment: Early morning 6 o'clock at Mumbai, no, Bombay Central railway station, interacting with a coolie (porter). At first, haggling over his

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Since I wasn't here on this day writing this post, let me just fill in something for the heck of it. Let's see now, 28th December eh? Ah yes, got it!"It's been one month and two days since the ghastly terrorist attacks on Mumbai. The famed spirit of Mumbai is not as visible as it always was - and rightly so. We, the people, should not let the system sleep in peace after continually committing

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For those of you who've watched any news on TV in the past 3 days, a suggestion: watch the film Natural Born Killers. And while you illegally download it, here are the headlines at this hour, brought to you exclusively @ Rekaf's:*theme music** Celebrities lash out at politicians and the system, public follows suit* Media overplays the public opinion, gains popular vote* Opposition blames the

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Every day is odd.On even days, I like being by myself.

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Ok maybe not yet. Laptop's fixed but net's not. Other than my mostly-successful trip, there's so much in the news to talk about.Some things change.Clay-headed baseliners are getting the better of serve-and-volleyers on the latters' grassy turfs. Elegant machines are having way too many off-days against youthful impersonators of Latin flair. Barrel prices are getting cruder; indices are, as a

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Dear Hammy, See, when the light at the pit lane exit is red, it is common courtesy to stop. In fact, in some ways, it is not unlike the red light at a traffic signal all over the world. And if you observed closely enough, you would have seen the 2 cars - the Ferrari of Kimi, and the BMW of Kubica, stationary side-by-side at the exit. You could've slowed down, but you should've paid more

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Somehow, Bhagat always reminds me of Bhagat Tara Chand, a famous restaurant in the vicinity. Anyway, moving on ...After a refreshing read that was his debut Five Point Someone, and the utter trash that was One Night @ The Call Center, Mr. Bhagat is already riding high on the wave of pulp but here, he pulls out all the stops. So we have a group of three youngsters conveniently located in Ahmedabad

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Just noticed - no JJ since godknowswhen! So here's one -Typical post-6 scenario - July '06Me: Dude I'm hungryRL: Chill I just orderedMe: What?RL: Home Deli ki ma...Me: Whaa..?RL: ...paratha roll hah!One hour after a similar order - July '07Me: We ordered like ages back manSV: Yeah *pauses* You know they should rename themselves Home DelayMe: Hah! I was just thinking about something like that.

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Introducing my guitarist, composer and producer, Anosh. Meet him here.Words and vocals are all mine - yes, I save the easy parts for myself.This rough cut (even we could hear that the vocals are too loud and the end is abrupt. It's not as as it first seemed - I had uploaded a wrong truncated version. For those of you who already heard it, hear it again) is all we could manage during our exams -

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I'm amazed at how being straightforward is straightaway equated to lack of intellect, and those taking the call, while proudly claiming to be lateral thinkers, don't even bother to use their superior greys before coming to such a conclusion. And while I can appreciate the fact that people can pull off being a smart-ass panache, I can't so, well, sue me.Picking up from where I left off ...Memoirs?

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Maybe I can use this space as a public diary. Maybe as a scratch pad, not too dissimilar to an L1 cache. Maybe I can dedicate a series to the college I should be passing out of.Come to think of it, so much has happened over the course of the last 4 years. Especially in terms of the people I've met and how they've changed - both in the confines of my mind and actuality.Guess I would've done

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"Mumbaikar" (00:19): Hello! Did u watch d match 2de?Me (00:20): Yeah was there ... were u?"Mumbaikar" (00:20): oh good. I wasnt there. Whom were u supporting?Me (00:22): Delhi - being my home, it's my 2nd affiliation, albeit a distant one compared to kolkata"Mumbaikar" (00:24): Oh. Great. Maza aya na? :P Dude.. Ur supporting d rong teams! Support royals or superkings.Me (00:26): Why would i care

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I'll conclude Ze(p) Led Fest and then move on to other specials, post a really belated Iron Maiden report and, er, I dunno.

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She is a folk music legend. One of her songs was the first common thread for a guitarist and his soon-to-be band-mate. This band is what my ongoing blog special is all about.The folk legend turns 67 today. The guitarist turns 64. Many happy returns of the day to both.And guess what? The names of both start with J. And what's more? The lady's initials match with the band's drummer's.For those of

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Marked change, mixed responseIn many ways, both the album and its response are representative of the band at much bigger scales. Coming as it did after what was their first truly excess-ridden tour of the States, it's not really surprising that more than half the songs are folk rock numbers - the band was in desperate need of a cooldown, and the Welsh cottage Bron-Yr-Aur (the song of the same

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Welcome to the circus of cheats! Here, everybody's in on the act:Sore losers from Down UnderOk, so Team Australia stopped being the world beaters they were, about one year back on that fateful day when Warne, McGrath and Langer collectively called it quits. So what? Who said they've to hand over the mantle? When will Mental Disintegration (MD) v2.0 (more later) come in handy?Men in white tightsMD

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The second successive 'critic'ally misunderstood albumIn 1985, an obscure garage band with the rather obnoxious name of Faecal Matter went on stage to cover a song off Led Zeppelin II. More than a decade before that, a young Dutch-American guitar enthusiast saw the same song being performed live. Almost every guy can relate to the song, being as it is about a failed liaison with the typical "

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Dismissed by a famed mag, embraced by millions worldwideFor most rock bands, the breakthrough does not happen till after the sophomore (of course once that happens, the back catalogue automatically gets re-shoved into everyone's faces). Only a handful can claim to bursting onto the big stage with their very first effort (and nearly 50 years down the line, it's standard practice not to consider

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Birthday wishes and a much-deserved ode to the woefully under-hailed multi-instrumentalistLed Zep's closeness as a unit (which was the reason for their escapades getting blown out of proportion) was such that it was one of the few bands that actually disbanded when a member passed away. So the next quarter of a century was a shocker - you'd have expected Jonesy to share at least some of the glory

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Surprise! Here's a guest nay celeb article by a personal hero. Read on ...Led Zeppelin! It took a while before they actually entered my life. I mean I kinda grew up on old music and country songs. Then came along rock n roll and bands like Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Guns N Roses, Queen, Dire Straits and then the biggie…Pink Floyd. Blame it on the friends I had…or the lack thereof…or it might have been

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Well it was sometime in Mar ‘04… just was settling down to do my finance project and switched on the radio to hear Glenn on GO 92.5 fm. And then it all began…my quest with the legends started the moment I heard “Whole Lotta Love”. I must admit till then LZ was just another band to me. Worship to me meant Pink Floyd, Dire Straits & The Doors (strictly in that order).But it was something with Page’

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First things first.DISCLAIMER:* I do love the band, but I don't claim to be the biggest fan - there are many out there (and hopefully here, reading this) who are truly knowledgeable in a truer sense of the word 'true', so please pardon my ignorance which I won't feign.* All the opinions expressed are entirely my own - except those which can lead to a legal tangle, in which case it is to be

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It's been awhile since I've properly listened to everything by an artist. The past couple of years I've been busy accumulating - making sure I have complete discographies of as many classic and emerging artists as possible. So much so that I haven't lost myself in any of them. Which is a real pity, since when it comes to those very artists, I've loved whatever I've heard. Cases in point - the

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The audience at the MMRDA Grounds in Mumbai on the evening of December 14th '07 comprised of three kinds of people. One, who knew each and every lyric as well as the vocal delivery style in addition to the riffs and the leads. Another kind for whom Scorpions meant just one song - Wind of Change. That or they just wanted to notch up an international act on their concert counter.The second kind (

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Shatabdi got a poorer country cousin of sorts in Jan Shatabdi. Rajdhani was left in the lurch - until this year. Only, the name seems to suggest that the Capital trains are yet to been meted out with equal treatment. The new trains aren't Jan Rajdhanis - they're Garib Raths.Yes. Not Jan Rajdhanis. Not Lok Raths. Not any form of Kranti. GARIB RATH.A friend of mine, aptly named Now, suggested it as

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The pillion in me can't ever choose between adrenaline rush and nervousness while staring at the speedometer needle, in cases like these when it never dips below 100k. The final stretch leading to my place is an ideal enticer for the speed-thirsty."Economy mein loon, yah bhagaoon?"Rhetoric. "ABEY AA RAHA HOON NA! DO MINUTE WAIT NAHI KAR SAKTA KYA?!" 2 minutes later"Looking at things from a 3rd

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Disclaimer: Before reading this piece, you need to agree to abide by all the rules and regulations specified in the actual disclaimer at the end of this article. Should you choose to go down reading and happen to get offended, will I be liable? Buddy, that's also part of the actual disclaimer, not this dummy one.PLST: Or Why Harbour Line Oughta Be Given A Facelift In Order To Bring It To

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http://ibanov.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazing.htmlActually I can't really do that - it's been almost 4 months now, not 2 weeks. But yes, the hangover of those 90-or-so minutes still remains.The online edition of my report for JAM can be found at the link which I'm just on the verge of providing, but don't bother commenting there. There's some bug when it comes to the rock section - I used to

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Finally, after all these years of trying and failed testing, this is what the world has "come" to. That's of course other than the fact that I'm presenting a complete top 10 list in linear order. For your own good, I hope you've been doing your own research. If not, go berserk!Disclaimer: Refer actual disclaimer. Come on, you know where that is.XAfter repeated reprimands by cops and the general

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I'm Ivom, Rekaf and Rekord's half-brother. You shall get acquainted with Rekord sooner rather than later. For now, I take this opportunity to take advantage of Rekaf's facility on the Internet and present to you:My Hollywood top 20For lack of anything better, here's my current top 20 list of Hollywood movies, that includes all those that've been rated 4.5, and a random selection of those just

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6th Sep 07 - VashiDown with fever, I curse myself for missing out on Amit Heri and Pink Noise, performing at (Not Just) Jazz by the Bay. Despondently, I look forward to going for the remaining 5 - health permitting of course. A little line in the ad's fine-print says, "Standard club rules apply".16th Sep 078pm - VashiAfter a highly satisfying dinner, I tell DK Bose, "It's HFT - High Fucking Time

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My previous post was highly satisfying. It's already fetched me more comments than my previous 120 posts combined. That said, a good post is in effect a double-edged sword. Chances are the one that follows, as it is in fact shaping up to be, will end up being a damn squib, proving that the earlier work was indeed a fluke. However, just in case I come up with something along similar lines in terms

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All in 2 days' workA fine mockery of interpersonal relationships1530 hrs, 25th September 2007Present. I start typing with clean hands which I washed after they got dirty cleaning my bum. It needs to be specified since, contrary to what my appearances in public might suggest, I swear by personal hygiene.15 minutes before the aboveI'm sitting in the loo, attending a rather untimely nature's call,

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I don't call myself a movie freak. I know quite a few who do, and judging from their approach, I don't classify as one.It's weird that I've seen quite a few movies, of different sytles, genres, languages even; I've attended a decent film festival. Yet, I seem to have missed out on the most obvious ones; I've not seen many a cult classic; I've missed the most mainstream as well as the most

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Dokyala Traas is a funny term. I mean, it's just plain and simple marathi for dimaag ko pareshaani, and in a figurative sense of the word(s) - mind getting fucked. So it isn't supposed to be funny. But since this is the first JJ post (actually 2nd ... Lucas' numbering system inspires me), you know its origin. And the place where it originated, well, everything's a running joke out there.So anyway

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ALT Quiz: What kind of an ass are you?Our treasured (read: rare) ALT reader, please (I beg of you) take this quiz to find out what kinda ass you're like ... I mean, it's obvious you are an ass ... Why else would you be reading this mag anyway?!100% fool-proof Instructions on how to take the quiz:1. Read the question.2. Read the options.3. Ponder carefully over the answer.4. If you've decided,

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Yes this one's about what was inarguably the biggest concert in this country, headlined by inarguably the best heavy metal act on this planet. Palace Grounds Bangalore March 18th 2007. If you were there, you'll surely remember that for the rest of your lives. If you weren't, you regret it for the same amount of time.Campus Rock Idols FTN (Fuck The Name)'s typical extreme metal fare didn't

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Here's an excuse for one of the articles which missed the deadline:Gmail has a free POP forwarding option, so I activated that and connected it to my MS Outlook 2003. However, the movement of mails was like the shifting of residence - something was bound to be misplaced. Unfortunately for me, it was my draft of the article. For which Gmail has to take the blame, at least partly.1. Discarded

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This is a no-nonsense post. And there's going to be a never-ending series of such posts because, frankly, cribbing is a permanent fixture in my life. But why 'it'? Well, for your information, The Beatles had an album called Let It Be...Naked, and The Rolling Stones, well, Let It Bleed. I, though, am not inspired in my plagiaristic indulgences (both here and otherwise) by this act of the Stones.

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This time, I have decided to do away with the highly ambiguous titles, and have instead written something which is, even to the uninitiated (with respect to my blog that is), obvious. Enough crap, here's the thing...1 day beforeOctober 30, 2006 - Maha AshtamiAs I mentioned in my previous entry (provided of course you paid attention to detail), I had plans for this day. It was, after all, Ashtami

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Well, it shouldn't. Thank God it hasn't yet become an annual mourning fixture on our already crowded calendars. So what's the title about? Well you can't guess, and I can bet on that. 'Coz it's about my cross-city pilgrimage. As with most (if not all) Bongs, Durga Puja is a special time of the year for me. This year, like the previous, I wasn't in Delhi with my family. Last time round, I had

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Matters of life of beyond fascinate me and I don’t know why. These weird thoughts somehow make their way into my mental depths and are probably always there, but surface only at particular points of time. There’s no doubt why it has chosen to surface now. But first, a recollection of the first time these disturbing thoughts bothered me. There is this website deathclock.com, which claims to

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Agnel Underground – Reach out, touch the sun…& burn your fingers…Considering the paucity of societies of the cultural kind in our…er…E-school (from here-on-end referred to as “insti”), and the difficulty in obtaining licenses (?) for setting up the same, it will most DEFINITELY be in the interest of public safety if any society or club formed remains concealed.No, this is NOT

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July 26 last year was not a big issue for me. Still residing in the hostel inside Father Agnel Technical Education Complex, I was in a safe spot with no need to venture out and face the perils of arguably the worst flash flood in the history of modern India. The worst scenario for me was the loss of satellite links of all the ATMs and the failure of mobile phone networks, leaving me without any

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You know who I am, that's the reason why you are here and reading this one. Of course there's a chance you landed here by accident. First things first, I have no qualms in admitting the fact that I goofed up. It is shameful, yes, and I am ashamed of this shameful act, mainly because I do not categorize myself in the shamelss people's category while in the process of self-introspection. The error

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