Political lessons

Our politician is nearing his retirement age and proudly feels that he has told his dear son the tricks of the trade. But then there still is this final lesson his son must learn.

So our politician asks his son to climb to the terrace. Son reaches the terrace, looks down at his father with a curious look.

"Now what?" he thinks

To the son's surprise, Father asks him to jump from the terrace.

"Bapu! are you crazy?"
"Just jump! don't you trust your own father? Don't you know what I'm doing?"
"Bapu! I'm not going to do this. This is too much!"
"If you don't jump, the ticket for that constituency isn't yours. PERIOD! And do you think that I won't help if anything happens to you?"

Son thinks, lifts himself and takes the plunge.
Politician father moves away, lets his son fall on the hard ground.

"Bapu! why did you do that? I trusted you?" son asks

"And you trusted a politician?"

My Blog...

... is screwed up!
Just like my life!

Is that what you wanted to say?

Big Company, an office that looks like a 5-Star hotel, and Coffee similar to the one you get in that so-called "Coffee Day" or "Barrista" joints. I love that Coffee house in Kamla nagar though (Delhi University).

Fresher joins this Big Company. A week passes, a month, and then a quarter. Fresher is "Khool", is intelligent, Boss calls him, "He can really do things and I love the way he charges up people around him". But-and oh! what a big but, he's "stupid" (I still think he was immature...), wears that Hare Rama, Hare Krishna T-shirt, sports a hair longer than Nuno Bettencourt, and oh, he sometimes looked like a BackPacker.

One day, Fresher reaches office, opens the door of his glass house office, presses the button of that elevator, waits, enters the elevator with a serious, executive-looking fellow. Executive-looking fellow presses the button of the elevator, the "Automatic" door of the elevator closes. First Floor, Second Floor, about to reach Third Floor...

Executive-looking fellow looks at our Fresher, his hairdo and finally speaks out.

"Do you work for Me?"

Kasol, Manikaran and villages like Kalga...

Oh well, this happened some 2 weeks back.
"So are we going?", I sms Gaurav at 2 AM
"Yes we are" he replied.
Our plan was to leave at 4 in the morning, so we could pick up Samar on the way, who would be waiting for us in Jalandhar.

I've always liked trips that have an uncertainty surrounding them. So Gaurav gets up at 7 in the morning and calls up.
"Yes, Jimmy have you guys got up?"
"What time is it?"
"Brother! its 7 now, I'm reaching there in another 10 minutes. You guys get ready. Ok?"

Nothing is really far in Chandigarh and well, Gaurav did reach my place within 10 mins.
Nishant and I do our packing (well, kind of :P)

It was a 10 hr drive to Kasol about which I won't talk at length.

Kasol was our first stop-A 10 hour drive from this place. A typical north-indian hill station-hills, rivers, pahadi folks, some fancy hotels promising you an experience of a home away from home. Hey I thought came here to get away?

What struck me most about Kasol was the presense of Israeli hotels and restaurants. Israeli breakfast, Israeli dinner, hotels name Israeli Hotel, and restaurants named Rasta Restarant. Another surprising thing was that most of the billboards were also written in Hebrew.

So we booked a hotel-Deep Forest was the name, cleaned up ourselves (kind of :P) and sat for dinner and drinks on the hotel lounge. I faintly remember that there was this World Cup match being played on the big screen (Tunisia was playing some team :P) and a song called G**nd Mara de was playing on the background-it was in the tune of a Bhajan song.

I surveyed the area and ended up sitting with an Israeli couple who asked me where I came from.
"Mizoram yada yada..."
"Oh Mizoram, isn't that the place where there was this talk about the Manashe tribe?"
"Oh well, that's speculation, not every Mizo believes it though"
"Its funny, you know. We come here to get away from the violence of our country and there are guys in your tribe who wanna go there?"

Next stop- Manikaran and Kalga... :o)

The man who fell asleep

So here's the URL:-

http://www.themanwhofellasleep.com/invisibilia.html

If you're into art, illustration, and photography, do visit this site. What this fellow does is replace people in real-life photographs with illustrations. It may seem like a simple idea, but yes, the results are cool.

Hello, strangers of the internet. This page is a gallery of pictures. The pictures are simple enough: the people in the photos have been digitally removed and replaced with drawings. Yeah, I know: anyone can trace a drawing. But so what? I am doing it, and you're not. You're sitting at home doing nothing. Or maybe you're surfing the web at work. I don't know. I'm not psychic.

Maybe the pictures illustrate the idea that we all want to remove ourselves from life, and replace ourselves with fictional, self-created versions of ourself. We want to fictionalise our own existence, and impose order and narrative where there is none.

:o)