Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Reality Bites: Zara Nach Ke Dikha

In this age of reality television, with so many shows on air it appears almost unrealistic that they still survive;from "Big Boss" to "Bathroom singer", each one faces immense competition to be more entertaining, more fun, more dramatic and more hatke than the rest of the crowd, giving rise to hypes, controversies, drama and what not, along with a quantum loss in sensitivity and sensibility. One among many in the dancing segment was StarOne's Zara Nach Ke Dikha! that had its Grand Finale last night. The concept of the show was an age old battle of the sexes with a TV star studded team of seven and a half boys versus seven and a half girls, judged by Malaika Arora and Chunky Pandey (remember him?). I saw two or three episodes in the preceding weeks, and they were just fine, with a few good dance performances. To its credit the show was mostly entertaining, always a passe, and the unique point betting system kinda made it fun. That essentially meant that every team put a certain number of points from its kitty as a bet before each round and whoever won the round as per the judges got that many points while the loser lost that many from their tally. With that in place, an additional judge (Saroj Khan) and the Girls and Boys teams nicely pitted at a mere one cumulative point difference, the Grand Finale yesterday seemed interesting enough to watch, and for the next four hours featured decent performances by the participants as well as guest performances by the host and Malaika herself.

The drama element was always high, without doubt. In the first round, the boys bet 300 points of their 870 odd and lost in a close but fair judgement, at least IMO., and in the second again they bet 161 and lost in what was truly a spectacular performance of shadow dance by the girls team. The girls chose to play safe all along, betting (and winning too) smaller totals. The third was a couples round in which the boys clearly had an upper edge over the girls and managed to win back 300 points again, while the girls lost 75. But it was the fourth that was the clincher. It was a Face-off round with a medley performed by one dancer from each team one after the other and mostly simultaneously, and was one of the best dance performances of the show, by both teams. It is hard to choose who was better than the other, and to be honest I enjoyed Bakhtiyar's energy as much as the intricacy and variety of Ashita Singh's steps, but as it turned out, the judges chose to award it to the Girls. They claimed it was close and they probably examined the technicalities better than we did, but it was at least hard to say that one of them had done a bad job. However, the Boys team felt the decision wasn't fair and chose to walkout in frustration, although they were back in some time. That was where things turned ugly. Probably the quality of judgement wasn't upto the mark, and since when is Chunky Pandey (drooling on women) a judge anyway. I did not see all of the series, but I gather that girls won more frequently than guys and there were couple of brilliant people on both sides. Still, even if the boys thought they were short-changed, what they did next in the final round was a complete shocker. As it turned out later, they had lost 250 points in their penultimate round and hence had no chance of winning after that, so they claimed they had lost all motivation because of flawed judging standards and came out lip-syncing on the stage their final performance instead of dancing. What followed was judges expressing outrage, Chunky Pandey wanting a sex change operation and the Girls winning, among other things. Other details here.

Now the point is, I understand if the boys feel unhappy and frustrated, but what they did was in really bad taste. Their gestures, the way each of them bowed in front of the girls teams' desk during that final performance and the manner in which they behaved on national television was plain humiliating and immature. It was unfair on the girls team who put up the hardwork to put a decent show in their turn in that round, and just totally against sportsmanship. There ought to be a more decent way of complaining, or protesting ,but this looked too much like a spoilt kid's act who cannot handle failure. Or maybe just another case of bruised male ego. To express angst against the judges because they thought they should have won when they didn't is one thing, but they went to the extent of disrespecting the opposition by their behavior which was entirely uncalled for. They were the ones who decided to bet so high, and once their risks backfired, they were always going to be on the backfoot. To their bad luck, the girls did a more than decent job consistently, but even if they had lost I do not think that Delnaaz and her girls would have chosen to act so immature and frivolous on TV, rather than just being graceful losers.

Albeit in our times, nothing is increasingly shocking, (even bomb blasts are fast losing newsworthiness) sometimes the new lows of Indian television and celebrity behavior in public manage to shock nevertheless. Full credit.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Explaining Subprime crisis...

How did it happen? How did the Wall Street crumble?

As the world gasps at USA doing a USSR, and wonders what next, check link out for the best explanation ever!

This is how subprime works

Thanks Rohan.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Not to trip on this trip

It is a tricky one, this desire to be vulnerable. Sometimes. Somewhere. In front of someone. At least. The desire to fall -- knowing that it is okay, after all, just this once, just here and now, to fall. It's easy to understand the potent attraction of success, but this attraction of failure is none short of lethal. It's logical to want to know, but there is some rationale behind wanting to be told that is probably beyond the understanding of rationality. I don't know.

What I know is that staying at the top is a persistently painful, tiring and numbing process. So you fall in the trap of bleeding just to know you're alive. You might, that is. Perhaps it is the overwhelming stability that confidence demands. Perhaps mere insecurity. Or else a glitch in The Matrix, which makes you come to a random moment, when you forget your painstaking efforts of building the shell within which you hide and all the rationale that goes into creating your smiling, powerful, confident, resilient wall every single other moment, and give it all up. For that random moment. It's baffling, this desire to be unabashedly naked. And knowing you could survive, you could be saved.

But it may not happen that way, not always. One could have chosen the wrong moment, the wrong person, the wrong purpose. And as it backfires and you lose your poise and your purpose forever, you sit and wonder, if being vulnerable is a sign of being human, why is being human a quality banned on Show-and-Tell?

Run. Hide. Save. Yourself.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Thank you

Thinking about you
through a collage of blissful moments
stumbling over those that make me fall...
over and over again, in love with you
and floating in those that swept me off my feet
with your inundating love.

You're beautiful, and so is life with you. :)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

In the air tonight....

  • Beauty. Beautiful, serene, wet water, and a slight chill in the air. I love rains!
  • Fear. When will the global economic crisis end? How bad is the job market hit? Will India stop growing? Will inflation ever come down? Will we get a job this year? Will the climate change kill us before we do anything?
  • Laziness. The weather makes you relax. Work looks doable, and hence, postponable. Sleep is good. Coffee is tasty. A laugh is worth it.
  • Frustration. Why is Delhi traffic so bad in the rains? Why can't someone maintain the roads?
  • Love. Season of being bowled over. Season of love. Of fifth yearites hitting the new couples list. Of old couples falling crazily all over each other again. Of sweet nothings. Of cuddles and kisses. Of looking at your life, smiling and saying touchwood.
  • Panic. CVs? Job prep? MTP?
  • Rendezvous 2008. Begins tomorrow.

Monday, September 15, 2008

What's terrorism without terror?

"So, the terrorists struck again? Which city today? Ah, Delhi. Okay."
Sounds like a familiar fragment of conversation. Too familiar an event?? Tell me, if terror attacks are this routine, do they even manage to terrorise? It's just become an everyday event for the fatigues indifferent people of India, just as used to the recurrent news of Blueline accidents, BMW runovers, horrifying rapes and devastating famines. They happen everyday. We are sorry they happen. And then we move on.
But nobody wastes colossal amounts of funds, risks lives, months of meticulous planning and training on planning a famine and a road accident. Terrorists, by God, are in a profession noone increasingly cares about. No governments fall, no wars happen, nobody almost even makes a point and intelligence gets a few curses and a lot more work to do. Cynics guess that terrorists do it either to show to the powers-that-be who fund them where the money is going much like MCD occassionally builds a road or two to show where the budget disappeared, strictly audit purposes. Or else, it is just some kinda corporate competition between various terrorist groups that they fight over board room meetings and power point presentations that highlight their achievements of the year.
It's almost algorithmic these days how these attacks happen. Multiple blasts in a short duration of time, few people die, city goes on high alert for 24 hours, and people get on with life as police tries and finds someone responsible. News channels have a field day and govts. condemn attacks and distribute compensation. The only people who are directly affected and wounded are the dead and the injured, and their families. Their lives change forever for the worse, but sadly enough, in a country of 1.1 billion, the number is too few for anyone to remember for long, and for the society to bleed as a whole. More people have probably died in the Bihar floods than in a decade of terrorism across the country, and the collective apathy of this society has failed to move us even then. For our generation that has virtually grown up on news headlines of bomb blasts, train sabotage, hijacks and kidnappings, terrorism has, fortunately or unfortunately, become a part of our lives we are used to living with. And if this is the case with people like me, it's not hard to imagine how someone my age in Kashmir feels about it.
Saturday evening when the blasts struck Delhi, I was out with few of my very close friends. We had booked tickets for a 735 movie at PVR Priya less than an hour ago when at 645 we heard that there were bombings across Delhi. At that time we'd returned from a late lunch and were safely in IIT campus, but ten minutes later after a brief discussion we decided to go to the movie anyway. Somehow, the blasts didn't scare me at all. The people I cared about were all safe, and somehow it wasn't worth cancelling the plan and wasting 800 bucks for the 'risk'. We were safe inside the movie halll anyway, we reasoned. So four of us went anyway, and Priya was yet unruffled when we reached at 720. Not surprisingly a lotof peoplendid not turun up for the show, and when we got out at 945 after the movie, everything was shut down and deserted, which meant we hunted quite a bit around the city to find a place for dinner. And then we caught on the news to know how many bombs and how many dead. That's it.
Joke of the day was how Indian Mujahideen isn't even a scary enough name. And why call themselves Indian when they hate India? Organized crime has poor aesthetics, and purpose. Our police and intelligence may not be competent enough, our govt. not sensible enough to setup a federal Counter terrorist agency or something, but I have a feeling terrorism will still die out in India eventually, because our people do not care any more.
Cheers to the spirit of India!

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Color

Randomly browsing through the archives, I stumbled on this post, when the picture in the post signified a snapshot of a certain point in my life. And then, al of a sudden in front of my eyes, the pic faded at some spots and brightened at others. Suddenly, there was new-found emptiness, while something had started filling the gaps there were before. As the picture metamorphosed before my eyes, I wondered, if the life that it contained metamorphosed too. And what about the me trapped between the uncolored pixels of that image? Has that changed? How?

Not an easy question to answer, I know, but I don't think an answer is what I'm looking for. If anything, if you could tell me, it would be nice to know if the pixels today have less or more color than they did.
But then again, what would I do with that information?
Smile, at best.
I can do that anyway. That would instantaneouly increase a little color in my life, hai na. :)

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Chrome vs Firefox, what's the verdict?

The thing with Google, and Apple, in today's times is the instant launch they get with just their name, whichof course comes with the reliability that they'd back it up with an above average product at least and define a new set of stats for the market.(Although sometimes I wish they were a little faster...Googletalk Desktop version needs updated features since forever, and so on). And so it's unsurprising the kind of rage Chrome is these days. Whether it'll survive, only time will tell. For now, it's simple look, easier search in the address bar and visited website tab are finding favor, and reports claim it's faster and is fighting Microsoft's IE8 head-on, the comparison with the more established and bigger favorite Firefox is still iffy. Although my Firefox 3 crashes more often than it should (retrievably) and takes up more memory than Chrome, I think I'm sticking to Firefox for better functionality and stability. Neatness is one thing, but first love is first love. There're bound to be improvements in the future anyway, so the battle is on. What's your choice?

UPDATE: Just got to know, Google apparently has a clause in T&C for Chrome that says Whatever you compose on Chrome...right from emails to blogs, is google's property. Google says it will fix it in the next edition. Gawwwd. No Chrome for me!!! Here:
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"By submitting, posting or displaying the content you give Google a perpetual, irrevocable, worldwide, royalty-free, and non-exclusive license to reproduce, adapt, modify, translate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute any Content which you submit, post or display on or through, the Services."

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Reality

Sometimes all it needs
is for you to step aside
and watch life go by
without intrusion, or noise.
It's easy, except, the silence
often comes to stay
Reality is about prodding on
once the euphoria goes away.
It's hard to admire reality
the way we adore illusion
But in the face of a million imagined sorrows
Reality is a mere delusion