slum-hund miljonär

That was done with google translate.
I knew the answer to the 20 million INR question before it was even asked. It made me happy at the end of the movie. Its a good movie..
I would also suggest musicovery, the classical section on the dark side is very good. Rodrigo Leäo Cinema is a really good composition.
Life is good.
I probably missed the awesome bike trip.
edit:I noticed it the last time i wrote something here... there is something about the 26th.

København

Ok, everyone who i knew, has been there.. so i thought maybe i will also go see this place. Its pretty good. better and bigger than the two "towns" that i have seen.. Malmo and lund. C always used to call me, and I would say next time maybe, for everything. I think she had finally given up calling me, and since i also wanted to do something with her, I decided to goto CPH. Actually C and E were planning to go there anyway. E was going home to see her parents for some days, and C wanted to go along with her to be with her. So we bought 200 SEK tickets from here, and off we went. E works at a coffee shop and she provided us with some free burgers...ahaaaa.. pork.. it really tastes good. I am sorry that a big part of the world's community doesn't eat it. They don't drink too. And you should hear the reasons they tell me about drinking. They tell me that one will not be oneself when one is drunk, I don't know where or who gave them these ideas. I told three guys that it is because of the religion that they don't drink, and not to give all these bull shit ideas. They tell me smoking is ok, but drinking is not.. i believe its all some stupid ideas.
Anyway we went to Copenhagen central station, it was quite old, and C was as always happy, and was having a lot of fun. E was our guide since she was good. I was really impressed by her skills to read a map, which i would realize as not so easy if one doesn't know where you are on the map to begin with. But once you know where you are on the map, its quite easy. So off we went, into the city centre. The main streets are bigger, wider than the widest in Bangalore. C doesn't really pronounce Bangalore properly, and i haven't really told her its bengaluru now. We saw some incan-type looking guys playing the flute and guitar and all, selling CDs with their music for i think 25kr. 1 Danish Krona = 0.738 SEK, and 1 SEK= around 7 INR. I went on, looking at the shops and all. We went to some park-cum-old building place, and it also had a jewish museum, which had a pretty big entry fee.. I really admired the way these girls talk to people. Its quite nice how they explain stuff about students, money and maybe next time since we are here for quite sometime... E then saw some guy running.. jogging actually... they do that all the time of the day. Back home, i have seen uncles and aunties doing all these wierd looking exercises in the early morning and evenings, but these people, they workout whenever there is daylight. Maybe its the weather. She started running behind this guy with her camera, i dont know whether she clicked photos or not, but she stopped at the other side of the bridge. One more thing is that people, i mean almost everyone, is listening to some music(i think) always. Everyone has a funky mobile phone and their ear phones plugged in. reminds me of BTS buses with nokia headsets and our FM radio jockeys. So the point is, unless u practically fall on them from behind, they can't hear u running with them.
Then as usual, i with my "funny indian accent" was trying to explain something to C, who in turn would shower me "sorri, what waz that?", "oh.sorri". E found some place where there was a piano. So some background check. I have come to believe now that most french girls learn how to play something, and the piano is something which most of them play. It so happens that C is a very good player( i had just heard about this, but indeed it turned out to be true). E, tells C that she should check out this place with the piano,(both are jazz fans), and i don't know what that is.. it supposedly has something to do with improvization and stories which i can't believe one can express in those songs without words. So off we go, me falling behind, not knowing whats happening. We go into this old place, which looks like a shop where one repairs piano's. E is checking out stuff, saying, "wow, nice place.., C maybe you should try playing" .... " Noo, I am not sure...."... and then comes this very old guy from some inner room, and says "hello!".. And the E says "Hi, we were just passing by and thought this shop was really nice and all, and we heard the muzik, which was great... and so we thought we will just take a look, i hope you don't mind".. "no no, its ok... but this is my home!", and both C and E start "Oh! really!, we are so sorry.. we didn't know.. Oh!, we are sooo sorry", ( i am standing like a statue near the open door)," Oh, its ok... i don't mind, can you please close the door", finally i say something "ya sure, sorry."
"C here plays very well"..
"No, i don't really",
"Oh does she.. well, you must play something.. "
"ya C, come on.. you can play"
and then she sits down and starts playing. I don't know what its called, but it did sound quite good.. her hands were moving so elegantly, she was quite good. I will try to add a link to the video which i took when i was doing nothing else.
the old man gets quite impressed by the taste of these two girls, and is happy that he has someone to talk to, tells us we should listen to some great jazz music and plays some...( i still am looking dumb, there are several clocks hanging here and there), we listen. It was quite good it seems, or so the old man and C thought. Then he played for sometime for us, and then E played for a minute or so, we had some nice talk, he made C play a song or two about some dying cowboy and some guy proposing to a girl and all.. gave her some names and some sheets with music.
And i think, reading those sheets with &!.|.. is quite difficult. It was like looking at binary numbers.

I hope i am not boring you yet.

Then we went to this seaside place, took some more pictures, talked some more, went back to the central station by the subway. I told them we didn't have a subway yet in my "city"... and there came a "oh.. really!", and we went. E thought each city has its own subway culture or something similar, and asked whether i had ever been in one, i said i had been in one in Calcutta, and C asked me how calcutta was.. i told her its very very dirty and never to go there.
We went to a pub inside the station, saw many people supporting liverpool which kicked some useless team's (west brom) butt. I felt sorry for the losing team, i mean how can people feel happy when its a one sided match. i would never cheer unless it was a good fight. I tasted some guinness.. i can't really say whether it was original or not, but i will believe that, thats how it will taste until i goto Dublin.
Then we went to kastrup, found a relatively quite place, talked for sometime, played some games with a paper and a pen, me and C went around the empty airport, took some more pictures, E was really tired, she went to bed. It was funny sleeping in the airport, E and C( now thats funny) had got sleeping bags, and I didn't, but the airport was quite warm, I lay there, some people came to clean the airport with those small golf cart kinda things, didnt disturb me since i was not really asleep, but pissed of E quite a bit i guess. She got up at 5 i think, checked in her bag, bought us a chocolate drink. We said good bye, and thought we will go back to copenhagen and see some more places, since it was dark the previous day. We decided to go to a place where there are some "colorful houses", and after walking for a long time, i figured out where we were on the map, and we went there. Then C said, there is something called "the little mermaid", ya it really was very little.. i was more impressed by the snakes and the lady riding a chariot with bulls...
Then we got lost again, walked and walked and walked... finally came to a river?, i am not really sure whether it was a river, it looked like one, where i saw swans!, i don't remember when was the last time i saw them, maybe never, we walked and walked, I didn't read the map very well, but C said "oh, its ok!, i didn't read it at all!", found the way back again... and by the time we came to the central station, were quite tired and hungry. Saw hard-rock cafe.. well i thought, some place where everyone i knew wanted to go, so we went.. ate a nice brunch.. had some nice time. C liked the music a lot, and even i thought the place was quite cool!, i showed her that there was one of these things in bangalore... it said "Bangalore 2007" in the book on the table.. i think that was the newest addition to the chain, since no other had any dates beside it.
Changed trains in Malmo and we were back in Sparta!

PS:
My laptop keyboard in screwed, caps lock is now shift => Ubuntu rocks.
Mrs. V(S?), if you read this, sorry for not having called you yet, i know you wouldn't mind. I will soon?
I am learning new stuff about unix!

the championship

we win!

American beauty

Days have been hectic. i felt like how i used to when i was back home, working. get-up, goto office, eat at some road side place... go home and sleep.
I saw american beauty again after a long long time. and i saw some things that STAR movies didn't show me, not the nudity part.. but maybe thats what i was looking for the first time i saw the movie, and i missed out on some other great parts.. If you have not seen it, you should see it.
I also have this symptom, in which i suddenly forget how to spell a word. Beauty, i had to let google correct me. I don't know whether it happens to many people, but this has been happening to me on a regular basis.
I use I a lot I think everytime I write something, can't find how else to put somethings.. its irritating to know that I have a limited vocabulary, or maybe its just that i don't know how to put things together.
Days are getting shorter and nights are getting colder. and i lost one hour today. i still don't know how it works, day light saving. I have become proficient in the exquisite art of cooking. Its from movie, except the word cooking.
need to learn how to get over my low self esteem, is it?
I hate Microsoft Vista.

WTF

I do sometimes wonder what i am doing here. I mean, it was all becasue of an urge to get out of the place where i was, doing what i was doing. So here i am, doing something which i am not really sure whether i had to do. the reasons for being here are more baseless than i thought they would seem.
I work on things which i know won't be used the way i am being taught they will be used, but i don't really have a choice. I am wasting my time. shit.
Some other things that irritate me are that my mouse controller or whatever it is called on my laptop, it sucks. I don't know how to type without touching it and the pointer goes all over the place. I did get another mouse, but i didn't have a mouse pad, and so it wasn't functioning correctly either. But smart as i am, i have solved that problem, by stealing a mouse pad from the college lab... hehehe... we feels happy.
for people who don't know anything about cooking: its rezally easy people. only part i feel a little bored about is doing the dishes. Other than that, its pretty easy to cook anything.
Also this weekend we have a race at singapore, where mclaren, after having got scrwed by FIA- Ferrari's Anternational Arm for spanking Mclaren, will screw Ferrari and hopefully their retard lead drived will show his true retard colors.
I also have realised again, something which i have been realising from time to time, that there are infinite number of smart girls in this world. Yes infinity. More than you and I can imagine together.
Chinki girls are not as hot as i had imagined them to be. Maybe because I saw all the wrong type of chinki girl movies. I am NOT a racist.
How do we patays girls who read Salman Rushdie?
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silence!?

Something that will not be present anymore when you say that it is. Its from a really nice movie.
So, how is Lund?
Its silent. Very very silent.
no sound. even the birds don't make any sounds. people driving don't honk. no screeching brake's sound because people don't drive fast. no squirrels. not many people.
Its a city in southern Sweden, and i am here to pass some time of my life.
The corridor where i live has around 20 rooms, 2 kitchens to be used by the corridor inmates. The whether is almost as it was in Bangalore, except that it is a little bit colder. Lots of students.
one thing i was surprised was, how well things are organised. people driving, actually stop where they are supposed to, they let a pedestrian cross the road, without honking, unlike me back home.
I have been drinking 3% alcohol beer since the day i arrived here until today. girls are good.
More to come soon.

The Dark Knight and Taj Mahal

I was expecting to see a Marvel comics book, but instead i see some DC comics. I really didn't know that he was not a part of the Marvel group. But this is one of the best movies i have seen this year. My friend always used to tell me about the cartoon series in Cartoon Network. He would tell me that the best part of Batman series is the background music that is present when he looks down on Gotham city after a job-well-done.
The music in this movie is also superb. One may not notice it while watching it, but once u are done watching, the sound stays there in your head.
The joker's lip-smacking, even though is a little bit irritating, is one of the things that makes his role what it is.
And as usual all his gadgets are super cool and stunts are good. I think the script was also very good. There are some really nice dialogues.
Only thing that I would have changed is Batman's voice. It sounds a little gay when he is not Bruce, i guess it is supposed to give some kind of a cool, secretive and frightening feeling to the people of Gotham.

The Times-of-India's movie reviewer sucks. Hancock and 4 stars.. wtf.

Kung-fu panda is ok ok.. All the jokes are the once we have already seen in some other movie, and the story is also not something new.

Now to the second part of my heading. Taj Mahal is a recently released Kannada movie. I went to "prashanta" theatre in my home-town. Unfortunately i went about half and hour late and missed the starting of the movie, but it looks like i didn't miss much. The story is about an honest guy who is madly in love with some aunty in college. It so happens that she is also in love with the same guy but doesn't really get to know its the same guy whom she slapped and did all the things a "good-looking" babe is supposed to do when some not-so-cool guy comes and expresses his emotions.

So finally our hero after having sung a million songs, only one or two with the aunty who is not really with him, and the rest alone and forlorn, finally decides to call it quits and returns home a loser. In the middle of all this we have some executive from a foreign company owned by our very own aunty's dad, doing sketches of the loser and sending it over Yahoo! mail. I seriously think Ananth Nag should start acting as the guy's dad instead of the hot-aunties dad in every movie. By the way, "preethi, prema, pranaya" was one of the best Kannada movies i have seen till now. I think Kavita Lankesh has done a very good job. Ok now back to Taj Mahal. Once our aunty waits for the sketch to load on Yahoo! mail, which i think had a size of 1GB, she suddenly realizes that the loser is her hero. She gets all worked up and starts asking her dad to get him for her. The dad who consoles his spoilt aunty decides to get things straightened out and goes to her college to get this guys address. Now at this point of time i came to realize what i had missed in the first half hour of the movie. The loser had a dairy. He would write everything in his dairy and some reporter has got hold of this dairy and is explaining the story to a movie producer. And the movie producer is none other than "mungary male producer. Mr X". I don't remember his name, so i guess the producer knew this would happen and hence the title "mungaru male producer". This reporter, since the dairy was lost by the loser when returning home to his parents, decides to get the complete story and goes to the college and gets the address of the loser.

In the climax, both the aunty, her dad and his minions and the reporter reach the village of our beloved loser. So now again a flashback of what actually happened when the guy reaches home. He finds his parents working hard in some "thoTa". He explains to them that they are losers since without their loser genes he couldn't have managed to miss exams,getting kicked out of college etc etc. The dad accepts his mistake but explains that he can't really help it. So the loser is told to go home and wait for some time while they finish up cutting grass. Just then tragedy! The loser gets hit by a lorry and he dies on the spot. loser's mom dies of a heart attack and his dad goes mad. We return from flashback to see that the loser's dad is raving that his genes will not get propagated. The aunty cries a lot and the picture ends.

Now the ending was the best part of movie. I also liked the way the helplessness of the loser is portrayed. He is so addicted to this girl that he would do anything for her. Poor guy.

I hope this wasn't too boring. I also realized something after watching The Dark Knight. I get dizzy when i see those scenes in which the camera goes round and round someone.

A list of books.

The Great Gatsby is a book for the demented.

The three musketeers is a good book. Don Quixote, i have struggled hard to get to the end of book 1, i think i will read book 2 when i retire. The Amulet of Samarkand series was ok ok.

I read a lot many books, but can't remember any, so i guess they all were just ok.

time pass things

1) A Honda engine
2) Vodafone connection
3) ICICI bank account
4) ING(vysya) bank account.. used to have in college, dunno if still operational
5) Kingfisher .*( i am a very big fan of Vim, as in the text editor)
6)once in my life till now... a Red Bull
7)Marlboro-Ferrari-Schumi helmet. Didn't see much of this guy's driving, apparently he is some god.
8) OK, lets say one or two Marlboro cigarettes.
9) around 10 Mild Seven cigarettes
10)Once Johnie Walker
11) Royal Challenge
And last but not the least "frequent crashes".

Birthdays

"Hi goobe ... its ma's birthday.. wish her..."
"Don't tell her that you told me"
"Ya... Ok... call her and wish"

shame on me. yes.
I remember the birthdays of six girls. And i am pretty certain that i know the birth date of another girl, though a little unsure.
And i have not, till now, 24 years of my existence, ever wished my mom on her birthday.
Thinking about it, i was not even sure about the exact date of her birthday till about 2 years ago i think. I always have known that it was in the beginning of April, and around Yugadi, but never have i wished her by myself till now.
So this should be a very good reminder for the rest of my life.
While i am at it, i will also make a reminder to make sure that i wish my parents on their 25th Marriage anniversary. Yes i have to ask my sister for the date..
But shame on me eh... shame on me.

J.E

'No Sir, finish it now; I pity you - I do pity you.'

'Pity, Jane, from some people is a noxious and insulting sort of tribute, which one is justified in hurling back at the teeth of those who offer it; but that is a sort of pity native to callous, selfish hearts; it is a hybrid, egotistical pain at hearing of woes, crossed with ignorant contempt for those who have endured them. But that is not your pity, Jane; it is not the feeling of which your whole face is full at this moment - with which your eyes are almost overflowing - with which your heart is heaving - with which your hand is trembling in mine. Your pity, my darling, is the suffering mother of love: its anguish is the very natal pang of the diving passion. I accept it, Jane; let the daughter have free advent - my arms wait to receive her.'

his third and hopefully final one

Setup: One guy, living alone. comes to work like everyday. Does some work. has lunch. returns to desk. He remembers that he has forgotten his mobile phone and that he should get it now. plans to go home and come back within half an hour. home=6.2km away

Sees a forward, about guys doing stunts on pulsar. thinks his bike can also do atleast a part of it.

starts home. some sideroad in jayanagar. suddenly he feels he should go faster. he accelerates. he sees a white maruti 800 with a blinking left turn side light coming towards him. He hopes that guy will complete the turn and go into side-road's side road. damn. he doesn't. the car stalls. this guy has about 2 seconds to react. puts his front brake. he had the disc changes just 2 weeks ago. .. 1 second.. can't help it. bike won't stop. it WILL skid. he is like "Oh shit". then in another second... Wham!! his helmet hits the front bumber. the bike is somewhere on the right. just before he fell down, he knew what was coming. bracing himself for the pain. guys come running from everywhere. the guy in the car gets out. nice decent guy, doesn't scream right away. he is afraid that the guy on the bike is fucked.

2 seconds...

he is on the road. he has his helmet still on. legs are shaking. he was looking at tree tops but he can't remember any tree tops. he sees people coming into view.

they: remove his helmet, remove his helmet.

he: wtf!! looks at his arms, left.. ok, right.. ok.

he looks at his legs.. both seem to be ok.

he takes a look around, manages to sit up.

by this time all aunties from sorrounding buildings have come out and are standing watching wtf is happening. one thatha explains... " eee hudgrige gaadi ondidre saaku"... or some shit like that.

he tries to get up.... people say.. don't get up.. sit breathe.. remove ur helmet.

he is sweating.. he removes his helmet.

he looks around.. wtf is his bike?

he: where is my bike..

someone: its there.. don't worry... its all right

someone else: drink this water...

he: beda...

car driver is looking at him amazed... --- how the fuck is he still sitting and talking..

he --- how the fuck did i survive that with not even scratch visible.

people around : very lucky.. very lucky

he: i thought you would take a turn.

car driver: "says something"

people: "esht joragi banda nodidra"

car driver: thats why i stopped

he gets up. tries to see if there is any more damage. Rs1800 pant.. torn left knee.. looks like a medium scratch. right knee, some pain.

he sees his bike. not much damage, but is shown the place from where it was got to where it stood now.

he wants to leave the place and go to his PG and get his fucking mobile.

he puts on helmet

people: take some rest.

he : :-

gets on his bike, still in 5th gear. shifts down to 1st.

starts. goes near car. apologizes to car driver. drives away.

on road:

he: wtf were u thinking asshole

he:what else will you get if u drive like a fucking bastard.

he:fuck you.. blah blah blah

he reaches home. cleans up his wounds.

fuck! the legs are hurting like hell. searches for saframycin. can't find it. lies down.

gets to his fucking mobile in the end.

sends messages to some people.

he feels better.. that he told some people.

he takes rest, thinks about "what will i do for food tonight"

calls his supervisor in office. tells her he got into an accident and that he will be a little late.

he manages to climb down two flights of stairs, major pain in legs.

asks someone to start his bike, gets on it.

hopes that all signals will be green for his on his way back to office.

first signal... green -> yellow, he passes.. second gear.

can't shift gears... left leg hurts.

he moves in second gear. but has to stop in one major signal, not for long. reaches office.

gets some spray, sprays... feels better.

he emails his friends saying he will need their help, feels good when people call to ask wtf happened.

he has decided to sell his bike and buy a bicycle.

hopes to take a cab back to his friends place and hopes to recover in 2 days.

now he remembers that the maruti 800 was on the wrong side... thank god!

but wait a minute, he doesn't believe in god.

Radio City II

Just a few days after complaining about radio city, i am back to complain more.
Vasanthi Hapiprakash has left radio city forever. A Miss V messaged me and told me that she was leaving on friday night last week and that Saturday morning's show was her last show.
I still feel somewhat sore in my heart whenever i think about Vasanthi.
Its not only me, the number of fans that called in to ask her not to go, and some to wish her "all the best" for her future, and the ones that dropped into the radio city studio on saturday morning were more than just sad.
Some people were crying when on Radio, live. I felt just as bad as them when i was listeneing to her that morning. It was a numb pain. Its like losing someone you really love. The pain stays there for sometime and whenever one thinks about that voice, all the old feelings come back.
I felt very depressed that morining, i wish that she would come back to the morning show, So do her thousands of fans in and around Bangalore.
I can't really put into words the pain that it has caused to so many people, when they heard her say its her last show and listened to her speak on Saturday morning. She was THE BEST. she wished and thanked all the people of Karnataka for the support that they have given her and all that, and i am sure that it was fully deserved. Her last word was "Namaskara".

Some people might say all this is just "bull" and that no one can have been attached so much to some RJ who hosts some show. But its not really like that. There are thousands of people who have felt what i did, and who all wish her "the very best for her future".
I don't know what else to say other than that i was somewhat fortunate to have been in Bangalore and having heard someone like her for the past one-one and a half year.
you can find out more about her here.

I will miss her a lot.

Silver lining: she said we might get to not only hear her, but also see her in the Future..

Sweeney Todd and others

Sweeney Todd: The demon barber of fleet street is one sweet barber. The only complaint that i have is against the censor board for cutting all the scenes in which he uses "His friends" who complete his "arm" to slit his beloved customers.
This movie was the first musical that i saw, and i can say that it is one of the best movies that i have ever seen. sadly my blood thirst was not fully quenched.
"There is a hole in the world like a big black pit" was simply too good.
should download movie and watch again.. uncut version.
Other than this i also saw one useless movie called "Jumper" totally useless.. people were comparing it to The Bourne series with special extra effects etc.. etc.. but its no way near those movies.
Jodha-Akbar, was a good movie. Many said its too boring and drags on and on and on.. but it didn't seem so bad, maybe because i watched it over a time period of six hours. The director has honestly tried to get the splendour of Troy and such other movies, but it doesn't really look real.
Akbar is tall and handsome but not really built like Achilles.
There are many more movies to watch and no time, i wish i had a laptop so that i could watch all the one's i have missed, one everyday.
I also happened to read some books recently. Latest was "Emma". It was a nice book. What could be expected from an author like Jane Austen. This book was different from the others, i think a little better.
I generally have this opinion about Ernest Hemingway that his books are not really as good as everyone who has read his work make it out to be. All this is based on the idea that short stories are not really that good to read as normal stories, maybe i don't understand the hidden meanings or whatever, and i have already commented on "A farewell to Arms".
But i read a short story recently, one of his best stories, "The old man and the sea". It was a good book. Maybe i should read more of his books... anyway that book is worth every rupee that i paid for it.
I also happened to read some books by PG Wodehouse. He is also a good author. The stories are really very witty. Need to find one particular book which i have been trying to get from a long long time.....
I am including labels from this post.

it was.... if only!

Holding hands and walking down a road is the best thing that anyone can do with someone who they know understands them completely.

Just sitting and listening to that someone makes your day anyday.

Thinking about those past moments is the best way to pay tribute to something you will cherish till your last breath.

Radio City

I was in my first year of engineering when i first heard something on radio city 91.1
First year no comps allowed, and me being not so rich, all i could afford was a cheap radio. But the shows were good and i still remember a guy called "johnsy" or someone like him. Radio city was the first of its kind and it was the best. I guess people were done with radio by the time they came to second year and so was i, we got computers, stitched a LAN together and spent some of the most memorable days of my life, playing some really cool games.
Around three years later, the radio business is BIG and there are many channels. Going to office listening to Radio City was one of the best ways to spend time on the traffic ridden hosur road. I don't really remember the exact day when i heard Vasanti on the "Morning show" of Radio city, but i can remember that she had the most energetic and sweetest voice of all the people on radio. She used to do a show on Thursdays i think, where she would call up kids all over Bangalore and ask them stuff.. the kids.. OMG, i hope mine will be half smart as those.. i don't think i was..... she was great. Then i bought a phone with a radio, and i even had the chance of speaking to her once.. it was awesome.. the feeling.
And now the complaint. I stopped listening to radio for about 1 month, and in the meanwhile everything has changed a lot. I read that "mirchi" is the most listened to radio channel, because they play Kannada all the time..... So i guess Radio city changed to a more of a Kannada channel.
Its really boring now.. no nice songs in the night show.. some crappy 1/2 Kannada 1/4 Tamil 1/5 English songs..... it really sucks.
If radio city changed into a Kannada channel because Mirchi was the one being listened to the most, they are not going to do any better i am sure.. No Vasanti on the morning show :(
I guess the main source of money for these radios is the Ads they air, but i am sure that the auto drivers( i believe they make up around 50% of the radio listening population) would never buy the products they try to sell through these ads. So whats the point in becoming a more of a Kannada channel and losing the already present large fan-base???( who are more likely to buy the products) I hope they had a better reason than just the number of people listening to some particular channel.
This doesn't mean i am against Kannada or something... though i don't think Kannada songs have anything to do with increasing the "image" of Kannada already present. They don't really portray what Kannada is anyway.. so screw those songs... play something good and which people who already are listening to will like. Try to keep one's fan base intact, try something new to attract other people.
Most of the Techies are non-Kannada's and are the people who listen to radio most... whats the use of making the morning show into a pro-Kannada show?
I read in some churmuri blog ... the author says that Kannada is not being given proper respect because its being aired only on Saturday mornings when not many people are listening.. and that the reason why "mirchi" is becoming more famous is because of the Kannada songs..
Are there really good songs worth listening to? i doubt it.
I was somewhat relieved to find Vasanti still an RJ at radio city, only that she does the evening show. But it doesn't feel the same to listen to her in the evenings, she was a better RJ with her morning show.

Changing Lanes

Life always gives you second oppurtunities, or something like that.. and it keeps giving you those second oppurtunities again and again and again... it only takes some time before that happens, but nevertheless it does happen.

the year 2008, i hope brings more "happening events" than the previous year. I easily get bored of life. Its not fun living the routine life.

we kicked-off the new year with i think a moderate quantity of booz, which did cost a lot of money( not from my pocket). I take this oppurtunity (on behalf of all the other ashrama-ites)to thank suttu, keeeeraaan and TC for the treat that they gave us on new years eve!

i quit my job on 31st of december and believe me, i have made an (secret) oath that i will go back and work for that company which has given me this start as an engineer, at some point in my furure.

Life is going to change gears, not only for me but for many others that i know.... People are getting married( :D ) , some guys have started working,and One of my friends did very well in the must chased after CAT and i hope he does succed and become a good manager(?)

I often wonder about many thing when i ride... i ride a unicorn now, my granddad had a live mustang, and someday i WILL have drive a mustang....
but the most irritating thing about riding in Bangalore is the auto drivers.. damn them.. i know everyone complains about them, believe me they deserve every bit of wrath ever shown towards them... yesterday night while going home, one auto guy screamed at me.. and i gave him the stare... darth vader types... with full helmet and visor and all.. hehehe.. its fun to stare at people when u want to piss them off... it just doesn't mean anything, i do it a lot... even to these people driving cars when they do those stunts on the road... it just gives me kinda pleasure to give those people the cold stare through my helmet.. but anyway inside i am a chicken...

Sometimes when i am bored i go read other blogs, i visit a few often and read what they write. Sometimes i love to read the comments and some people, i don't know whether they comment on the blog with an intention to make sure that others who come read-comment will know that, that person has been here( seems unlikely) but what i do believe more is that some people have this innate urge to show that they are the biggest-fans-alive of the blog writer... or more likely i am just jealous that i am not able to see what they saw in the post... but i doubt it....

no proper conclusion... => low TOEFL score.