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Yes, as much as I am bugged reading all the news about this clandestine (had to use that word) wedding, I chanced up on well written??? article by PTI / Rediff, and it made my day - I am ROFL :-). Yes, there is an explicit disclaimer, that the article (by PTI / Rediff) cannot be distributed and republished etc etc, but there is no disclaimer that I cannot make a mockery of the amazing sentence constructs. So bite me if you get offended. Here it comes, the original news post along with my comments in (brackets): /// The sangeet ceremony of the newly-wed Indian tennis star Sania Mirza, who tied the knot with Pakistani cricketer Shoaib Malik earlier in the week, was on Wednesday held at a city hotel in Hyderabad. (John Says: "who tied the knot with ..." also almost suggests, that both together tied it to someother person (shaoib's apa??) Oh - btw, as MCP or sexist as I might sound; - 'Sania tied the knot' - I always thought, that the 'groom tied the knot',...

We speak of building world class products, but the bid goes to the cheapest bidder; we speak of hiring the best talent, but the offer goes to the one who agrees to the cheapest salary in that bracket; we give gyan about world class services, but acquire the cheapest machines; we speak about getting the best partner, but only like that one that is most comfortable to what we think ? .. .eh ? so basically, the world sucks, because it mostly has all the cheapest guys in the wrong places; most relationships are sore, because - most got a cheap partner, and about everything else - we do not have the time to think - afterall time is "expensive" - did I say expensive - /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\__________

And finally, I am on the Facebook- something, I resisted a long time - why - just not the virtual networking types. I still pick the phone and call the person I want to get in touch with. Nothing replaces the voice I say. However, it's surprising to see some many living out "virtual lives" out in the wireless world. ....And in these virtual worlds too,(though I am just a few hours old) I observe people fighting the same battles - expectations, joy, broken hearts, stalking, disappointments and crushes. Now one might argue, hey, these are the same humans online - are they really? - I still rather hear the angry / sweet voices, would like if some one would hit me in person than send a virtual punch, and a real kiss :-) - any takers for the virtual form? Hehehehehe Yet still,the unwired world is "connecting" more and more by the second ~To life Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone Essar

By far the best response I seen so far - it's as absurd as the demand for telangana is. Click Here

Mr.Monk finally comes to an end after 8 seasons. This is one of the nice memories I carried from the US. Watched couple of episodes, and got hooked on to it so much – I got the first 6 season DVDs shipped to me from HongKong. (Yes, not sold in India, not beamed and all that crap) And finally, I found a way to watch (online) and keep up with the last 2 seasons of Monk. I feel sad many times, that this (among some of my favorite shows) doesn’t get beamed in India and can’t access it legally online – so, some IP masking and shit like that – today, with a lag of 8 days (another internet rule / restriction), I watch the final episode. Now that the final episode is done, I feel a little like Monk himself – everything solved and nothing more to work (err watch :-) ) It truly was a brilliant series and gave me many refreshing and happy moments. Kudos to all entire crew and cast of Monk.

…And I write after a really looooooooooooooooooong time. So much happened over the last 8 months Tasted recession first hand Mourned along with a few friends in their loss of loved ones Few cousins / friends got married Some good friends became very sick My niece and nephew are growing (fast if I may add) Gained a ‘LOT’ of weight – (yes – I should lose tons) Mind thinks about “Wonder land” And now, I look ahead and wonder – really wonder, with that sense of wonder, which we seem to loose with every growing day – wonder about a lot of things, and some nice new yearnings, a few sweet nothings about my ‘old ‘ self – all the past years – the gone by days of endless dreams and energy - and I smile seeing “experience” replacing intellectual argument, and solitude replacing ‘spur of the moment’ actions and so on. Yet – there is that old cerebellum that refuses to sleep, or be satisfied, and it thinks, dreams, questions, asks, fingers and still emits those shimmering sparks, that make me again...

It’s at moments like these that your ire notches up a few more degrees than you thought was your worst, and being precluded in a world that you don’t want anyone to interfere with and most of all have ‘pep talk’ when they have no freaking clue about what ‘reality’ is, you get tested with your patience on some ‘I care about you’ talk. Please – if you cared enough, or even knew me enough, you would stay right in your own place, for you never really knew me or for that matter anyone else than yourself, for you so freaking live a life that revolves around your own damn self – megalomania ! And do I sound like a jerk? Well, did I ever say I was not ?