Deshdrohi

Did you watch Kamal Khan's latest movie - Deshdrohi? I didn't. I just saw the trailer. But that was sufficient for me to recognize this new genius of Indian film Industry - Kamal Khan! I was truly inspired and awed by his performance. I can vouch that no actor in India can match his skills. Honestly... trust me!

Did you see how he deliver dialogs. UNPARALLEL!! Yes... it is unparallel to anyone's in the existing film industry. Checkout the scene in which he says: "Mujhe marna manzoor hai. Magar darna mana hai!" What a throw!! Fellows, what a throw... what a throw of dialog!! I had goosebumps. (I think, before he delivered that dialog, he watched Ram Gopal's “Darna Mana Hai”.) And his voice... wah wah...! Not even Amitab Bachan can match it.

His action sequence is the stealer - the quintessence of his performance! There is one particular scene in which he lifts a chair easily, as if it is made out of plastic, and throws it at the villain. Very impressive! That is one of the salient scenes of the movie.

You must see the way he runs. Man... I wish I had the get-up of Kamal Khan. Every thing he does has a superhero touch. For instance the way he punches the goon's balls...! Boy, that send shivers through the viewer's spine! Trust me! I'll not be surprised if the audience screams out of excitement. But... but... but... the best scene I liked was how Kamal Khan twists the arm of two goons, and rotates them "single-handedly". Yes... I mean... “literally” he does it single-handedly - with just one of his very thin and lean hands.

There are many scenes that would inspire a whole generation - such as the one in which he somersaults and snatches the gun from his opponent. Can anyone do that? Can anyone?! No... Absolutely NO! Not even a Hollywood actor can do that.

Wait a minute... Do you think I'm making fun of Kamal Khan? NO... Not at all! Please don't mistaken me. I'm serious folks!!! Do you know why I'm really awed by Kamal Khan? Because he embodies a normal Indian's dream of appearing on the big screen. In spite of having such a voice, get-up, body and acting skill, Kamal Khan made it to the big screen. Had Barak Obama seen the movie during his election campaign, he would have played the Deshdrohi trailer to his supporters, and said - "Yes we can! If Kamal Khan can act in a movie, then YES... WE CAN dream bigger!"

Deshdrohi is one movie that proclaims loudly that anyone can do anything in this world. Pursue your dreams boldly. Whenever you are beaten by failure..., whenever you feel depressed..., if not the movie, at least watch the trailer of Deshdrohi. It will motivate you. It will bring that smile back on your face.

Kung-Fu

“Do you know Kung-Fu?” I asked.

To me, the question appeared logical and natural. After all, he is from China. He might have learned Kung-Fu during his childhood days. And if he knows Kung-Fu, this is a good opportunity for me to pick one-or-two simple Kung-Fu moves. Besides, during dinner time we are supposed to exchange pleasantries lest boredom would creep in.

With a giggle my Chinese colleague shook his head and said "No". He continued with his Chinese English "Not all Chinese know Kung-Fu. Only little know. People of other country think all Chinese know Kung-Fu." With that he laughed.

That resonated well with me. I have come across Westerners, who have asked me about snake charmers. Not whether I charm snakes, but whether snake charming is common in India. I used to wonder what made them ask such silly questions. Now I knew. They did so to avoid boredom!

It is good to EXPERIENCE different perspectives. I thought.

"Alright. So... where is this Shaolin temple?" I continued...

The power of blog...

A few weeks back I was at my sister's place. My mom too had come down. The house-maid was on leave, and hence, all the household chores had to be taken care by my mom and sis.

After having lunch, I had to take leak, and also complete a small work-item. Without bothering to wash my dish, I walked out from the kitchen only to be stopped by my mom's rumble. I turned and looked at her eyes. The message was loud and clear. Silently I took my dish to the dish-sink, washed, and kept it on the utensil-stand.

I, then, headed to the toilet. My mom saw this, and mistook my "pee urge" as the reason behind my rush, and "inappropriate behavior" of not washing my dish. (Actually she was wrong. My bladder had enough room for more pee. :-) Anyways, the point is: she misread it.)

While I was relieving myself, she knocked the toilet door and said "Sorry". Bemused, I said "No problem" and continued emptying my bladder.

When I went back to the kitchen, my sister and mom were smiling. I asked what happened. To which my sister replied what my mom told her a few minutes back. With genuine concern and alarm she had said: "I shouldn't have stopped him. He will now go and put this incident on his blog!!"

While all of us broke into a heavy and hearty laughter, between laughs I said: "Now, THIS part... qualifies to be on the blog"

After that incident, these days I tease my mom telling her that I'll put on blog whatever she does,. I have found my little way of blackmailing ;-) I now know the power of blog.

Meet my crush...

The inkling starts around the age of 12. From that till his death, a guy keeps adding numerous ladies to his list of crushes. Out of those, some would score a perfect 10-out-of-10, while others would score a little less.

I too have had my list of crushes, perfect-10s..., and heartbreaks! Yes... heartbreaks :-(

Do you know how it feels to see your perfect-10 playing with her kid, whom you have NOT fathered?! It feels terrible! Like waves, those good old sweet memories would rush-in - one after the other - followed by jealousy, and then disappointment, before depression sets in. Then numbness would touch the heart, and would register on the face, in the form of a gloomy smile! To feel what I just said, you need to have the heart of a guy, and at least one perfect-10!

The feeling that encompasses the above paragraph seized me when I saw my perfect-10 with her kid. Her eyes had not lost that old sparkle, which had mesmerized me. The smile was as beautiful as ever. And the vermilion... - I have to admit - looked so good on her. Alas, I couldn't put it on her. Her son had her eyes, and his face carried the hint of a naughty smile, which made him adorable.

Memories came rushing in. It wasn't long back when I had put a reminder in the yahoogroups condoling and condemning her wedding anniversaries. Now, here she is with her 2 year old son! Time indeed flies - faster than one thinks. I smiled at myself. As I was surrendering to the numbness, my friend SMS-d me: "Who is your favorite Malayalam actress?"

I looked at her photo once again... and replied "Samyuktha Verma".

Before folding the magazine, which carried Samyuktha's and her son's photo, I grinned and thought: "Time to hop to my next crush". I picked my cell and SMS-d my friend once again: "... and Meera Jasmin". After all, I have the heart of a guy... to move on... from one crush to the other ;-)

I humbly accept this award!

Hello World. Thanks a bunch for voting me to get this award. I sincerely appreciate your support. I humbly accept this award.

If the award is a news to you, please click here to see the video.

Special thanks to Sanjay for nominating me...

PS: If the link does not work because of site maintenance issues, just make a note of the fact that I was awarded the "World's greatest business mind"

India made Car

A couple of weeks back I was at Delhi traveling in a cab with my Chinese college, who happened to be on his first trip to India.

While observing the traffic he came across an Ambassador car. With "eureka excitement" written all over his face, he pointed at the car and asked me "Indian Car!?"

I said: "Yes... an old model. It is called the Ambassador."

The Chinese smiled and replied in broken English "In China, no such cars... Only in Village". with a broad smile on his face he shook his head and laughed.

"Sala.. he is speaking as if he is coming from some developed nation. Rural China is not so advanced" I mumbled in my mind. My Indian pride was obviously hurt a bit.

The Chinese continued in his Chinese accent: "Is there other Indian made Car?"

I looked around for an answer and saw one Maruti SX4 behind our car. I was about to show him the SX4 when I saw the big Suzuki Logo in front of it. I thought: "What... !!? There is no India based car companies that manufacture good quality cars!? Forget good quality, at least one good looking one so that I can show this Chinese fellow!?"

God answered that question quickly. Suddenly an Indigo passed our Innova.

At its sight, I leaped forward, pointed at it and almost shouted in excitement: "That one...! That one...! That is 'India made car'!!!".

While he was staring at the Indigo, and perhaps wondering why I got excited, a grin spread on my face. With a relief, I said to myself “God bless the TATAs”

The "Cross and Garlic" of Bangalore

Cross and garlic are used to ward off vampires, who normally disguise as ordinary human beings. Cross and garlic protect the place from a vampire attack.

Kannada Paksha Flag is used by businessmen to ward off goons, disguised as Kannnada patrons, from attacking their establishments. The Kannada Paksha flag is supposed to protect establishments, which fetch business for Bangalore, from the attack of hooligans.

My Chinese Name: 威沙 奥古斯丁

I work in a Chinese company.

One of my Chinese Collegues explained the Chinese meaning of my name. It is funny and interesting...

Here it goes:

My first name is written as 威沙

威 means tall and 沙 means strong. It is pronounced as Wei (威) Sha (沙)

My last name is written as 奥古斯丁. Out of which only 古 - pronounced as "Gu"- has a meaning. The rest are just syllables. 古 means ancient.

All in all in a nut shell: The Chinese people find it easy to pronounce my name. Coz I'm an ancient , tall and strong man ;-)