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  • Apr. 25th, 2011 at 3:33 PM

Freaky-Streaky Mumbai night. :-)Approach road to the Worli-Bandra Sealink.Beach volleyball.Morning Sun playing hide and seek with clouds.....Love bird..._DSC0124

Random!!!, a set on Flickr.

First few experimental clicks using my D3100. :-)

Curiosity killed another cat.....

  • Sep. 27th, 2010 at 2:41 AM

Tried to read a chick-lit novel out of sheer curiosity for that genre, well after 30 odd pages directly jumped to the last Chapter. Didn't even feel like I missed a thing. No need to say the book sucked....

My next read Michael Chrichton.

Jul. 25th, 2010

  • 10:23 PM

Bread-Omlette, Hot black coffee and Jeffrey Archer.
Well, on a Sunday Night. Could it get any sadder than this?

Afterthought: It is raining profusely outside so that actually balances out the sadness. :-D

Well the thing about experimenting in reading is that sometimes you come across a book that seems, well a little, sort of interesting.

One such experiment I did was on my usual trip to a nearby landmark store. I found a book titled "Nothing for you my dear Still I love you...." authored by Arpit Dugar.

To admit it the title do sound a little interesting (Alright alright, I was on a guilt trip for reading and loving just the foreign authors). I was in a confusion to whether go for a Michael Crichton's Pirate Latitudes or this one. After thrice picking up and putting down the Michael Crichton book I finally decided to show a little more patriotism.

Let me warn you that sometimes your experiment goes awfully wrong. Most certainly this experiment went horribly wrong.

Well to start with the positive things the title is good and catchy, so are the graphics along with the teaser description on the back and …… well that’s about it as far as the positives go.

Now getting to my favorite part; the negatives, well to start off with, this is the most badly edited book I have ever read. I mean come on there are spelling mistakes, grammatical mistakes. I mean its one thing that an author himself makes some mistakes while writing, everybody does. But, it’s a completely another thing (and very annoying) when you buy a published book and find that the book have spelling mistakes in the biography of the author itself let alone in the storyline. I doubt whether there was even a proof reading done for the book. Another of my theories say that possibly it might have happened that the author is a son of one of the investors of the publishing house or something and the publishers got so bored after reading the first few pages of the manuscript that they decided to send it directly to the press rather than wasting their valuable time (which they might use on editing and proof reading actual novels) on this nothing of a manuscript. The author have also decided to spend more money and resources on the illustration rather than the content.

Well if we discuss the content of the book the less said is better. The author seems to be suffering from a low self esteem, attention seeking. As a child he must have been truly deprived of the love and attention of his parents. He just sets himself as the central character of the plot with the best of the things happening to him. I am fine with setting yourself as the protagonist of your novel, but I am not ok if you do not give attention to the other characters of the plot (fictional or inspired). It seems like Mr. Avinash Jain is the center of universe and life is all about him. Talking about the plot, the plot seems more like a typical Indian road full of "plot" holes which if you come across are best left alone or they can be fatal. The narration is so shocking that at one point of time I was made to think that either the author thinks the reader is stupid or mebbe actually the reader is stupid(stupid enough to pick this book over MC's). The favorite line of the author is "tears rolling down their(his, her, mine, whatever) cheeks". This line is exploited to such level by the author that when I actually counted the frequency of this line in a particular chapter it appeared at least 5 times(and the chapter wasn't even long enough, just a few pages). The narration is so bad that after few paragraphs author have to remind himself and the reader that he is narrating to a third person. Definitely and most certainly most putdownable book I have read.

Clearly the author is trying to be the next Chetan Bhagat. He might even succeed one day, but isn't writing about expressing yourself rather than copying someone's style.

Well my advice to people experimenting is that don't go by the looks of it, "Dikhawe pe matt jaao apni akal ladao" and stay clear of a book having spelling mistakes in the Author's bio. :-D

P.S.:
Neither am I against experimenting nor have all my experiments gone bad. The proof is "The locked room (Sjöwall and Wahlöö)" which was an awesome and funny read. Anyways happy experimenting guys. :-)
I have not yet completed the book. I think completing this book should be put forward as a part of military training exercise. :-D

Apr. 18th, 2010

  • 12:25 AM

Things just keep getting better and fucking better..

Just when you thought life have stopped fucking you now. It comes and take you sideways.....

and then there were none

  • Mar. 17th, 2010 at 1:34 PM

Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Soldier boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two Little Soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.[7]
One little Soldier boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

--Agatha Christie

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Me to Myself 20:05: WTF! am I doing on a Sunday night doing accounts for free. How the hell can I make my Sunday useful? what the heck!

Me 20:10:00 : (In my pyjamas) What is your home expense for this month? I need to calculate the rent amount for the month.
My frnd 20:10:10 : (Adjusting his turban) huh?
Me 20:10:15 : (Looking at his turban) Where the F are you going? Aren't you supposed to go to Lonavala in the morning?
My frnd 20:10:20 : (Sheepish grin on his face) Well just a slight change in the plans. I am going to Mumbai, will have dinner with a friend and then we will head to Lonavala.
Me (20:10:30) : "MUMBAI!!!!" Eyes glistening with excitement wanting to say wow what a Mumbai I mean plan, but finally coming out with words "Well if that’s just a slight change in plan, then I wonder what the big change in plan will be? mebbe Pune to Lonavala via Amritsar."
(You see as soon as a person includes Mumbai in his plans I have to be included. That’s a rule. :-D)
Me (20:11:00) : (All the while watching him adjust his turban and eating his damn chocos for a long and agonizing 30 seconds.)
Main bhi chaloon (Half pleading and making the puppy face).
My frnd 20:11:05 : Ok. But you gonna have to change your clothes cause you are not going to drive your bike in those pyjamas.

Me 20:15:00 : (To myself after trying a shirt) No this shirt is not Mumbai. I'll try something more casual.

After trying and retrying a thousand shirts (Which was rather pointless as anyways I was going to wear a jacket on top of it. hehehehehe.)

20:30: Let’s go!

So this is how my trip to Lonavala was planned. Although there was a slight twist in the route to Lonavala. You see the distance to Lonavala from Pune is roughly 50 Kms and it is on the way to Mumbai. But what we decided to do was something crazy. We decided to take our bikes to Mumbai first meet up a friend there ride around in Mumbai (reclamation, bandstand, marine drive, ahh you get the gist of it right?) all night long and then leave for Lonavala at dawn. Our final trip-meter reading when we reached Lonavala was around 450 Kms and time was 5:20 in the morning. :-D

A few hours back before all this madness began: )
P.S.: I finally started using a bookmark. So, Now I dog-ear and bookmark my books. :-D

justice and truth

  • Mar. 6th, 2010 at 11:36 PM

Aequitas et Veritas!!!!!

Boondock saints rock!!!!!!!!!!!


Old is gold

  • Feb. 13th, 2010 at 4:08 PM

I am in a mood for oldies today. Listening to oldies after a long long time. :-) Feels like coming home. :)
I have already loaded my I-pod with all the kishoreda songs. :) Listening to all the oldies I was wondering they had song for every situation and emotion that can ever occur in our life. I can't think of any emotion for which there aint a hindi film song. :)

List of few of my favorite Kishore songs:

Aate jaate khubsoorat
Achha to hum chalte hai
Aise na mujhe tum dekho
badi sooni sooni hai
Chalte Chalte
Chingari koi bhadke
Choo karr mere mann ko
Dekha na haye re socha na
Dheere se jaana
Dil aisa kisi ne mera toda
dilbar mere
Diye jalte hain
Ek ajnabi haseena se
Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si
Gaadi bula rahi hai
Gata rahe mrea dil
Ghungru ki tarah
Ina meena dika
Jai jai shiv shankar
Jeevan ke safar mein rahi
Khilte hai gul yahaan
koi hota jisko apna
Mana janab ne pukara nahin
Manjilen apni jagah hai
Mera jeevan kora kagaz
Mere dil mein aaj kya hai
mere mehboob qayamat hogi
Mere naina saawan bhaadhon
Mere saamne waali khidki mein
Mere sapnon ki rani
O hansini meri hansini
O Majhi re
O mere dil ke chain
Raat kali ek khwaab mein aayi
roop tera mastana
Ruk jaana nahin
saala main to saab ban gaya
Sama hai suhana
Simti si sharmai si
Tera mujhse hai pehle ka naata
Tere bina zindagi se
tere mere milan ki yeh raina
Tum aa gaye ho nur
Tum bin jaaon kahaan
Wada karo
Who shaam kuch ajeeb thi
Yeh jeevan hai
zaroorat hai zaroorat hai
Zindagi ek safar hai suhaana
Zindagi ke safar mein
Zindagi pyaar ka geet hai

list is simply endless...... my fingers are hurting typing so many song names. :-P

P.S.:It feels good to write full words on LJ. No restrictions of 140 words of twitter. No offense to the twitters. I also tweet from time to time, but the character restriction is buzz-kill sometimes. ;-)

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