Got this from Vee's blog
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Mystery of the male lesbians
Picture this.
2 gay men meet meet at a bar (could be a regular bar or... well, an irregular one... you pick!). They catch each others eyes and instantly fall in love. They find they have a lot in common. Critically, one of their shared joys (or frustrations - depending on your world view) is that they both believe they're women trapped in a man's body (not very uncommon among gay men). They hook up and have a passionate night of love making (sorry about the graphic description, but this is integral to the mystery).... NOW...
Are they lesbians??
Whaddya think? Leave your comments. And fwd this link along to all the gay people you know (male or female). Want to get some gay perspective on this. This is bothering me.
HELP!
PS: No offense meant to anyone - this is just a random ponderance.
2 gay men meet meet at a bar (could be a regular bar or... well, an irregular one... you pick!). They catch each others eyes and instantly fall in love. They find they have a lot in common. Critically, one of their shared joys (or frustrations - depending on your world view) is that they both believe they're women trapped in a man's body (not very uncommon among gay men). They hook up and have a passionate night of love making (sorry about the graphic description, but this is integral to the mystery).... NOW...
Are they lesbians??
Whaddya think? Leave your comments. And fwd this link along to all the gay people you know (male or female). Want to get some gay perspective on this. This is bothering me.
HELP!
PS: No offense meant to anyone - this is just a random ponderance.
Friday, May 25, 2007
High on pants!
Pet Peeve - People who wear their pants around their necks. What's the deal with that? I'm not saying we all have to be at the cutting edge of fashion (I certainly am not), but there are 3 practical reasons for getting out of the high tide!
1. High pants = self induced wedgie. Wedgies are a bad thing. Even Freud (yep - same guy who thought shitting was erotic) would find it hard to draw pleasure from a well executed wedgie. With high pants, you're basically in a permanent wedgie you've given yourself. To read more about wedgies (coz I think most people who put themselves through it, don't know what one is) check this out... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedgie
2. Even worse... High pants = front wedgie. As if having at least 2 layers of garment (we hope) riding high up your ass wasn't enough, high pants, if executed perfectly, would also lead to the alienation of one testicle from the other. They wouldn't know each other very well and my guess is this might hinder team work sooner or later. Plus the general would have to be partial all the time.
3. The hairy ankles show. Since most self respecting clothing manufacturers and tailors fit their pants around the waist rather than the chest, when riding high, these pants fall short of covering the hairy ankles beneath. And no one. I repeat - NO ONE had sexy hairy ankles.
Well... somebody (can't say who) thought it might be a good idea to share this artcile as well... it's titled Men's Fashion and Grooming Crimes. Scathingly funny.
1. High pants = self induced wedgie. Wedgies are a bad thing. Even Freud (yep - same guy who thought shitting was erotic) would find it hard to draw pleasure from a well executed wedgie. With high pants, you're basically in a permanent wedgie you've given yourself. To read more about wedgies (coz I think most people who put themselves through it, don't know what one is) check this out... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedgie
2. Even worse... High pants = front wedgie. As if having at least 2 layers of garment (we hope) riding high up your ass wasn't enough, high pants, if executed perfectly, would also lead to the alienation of one testicle from the other. They wouldn't know each other very well and my guess is this might hinder team work sooner or later. Plus the general would have to be partial all the time.
3. The hairy ankles show. Since most self respecting clothing manufacturers and tailors fit their pants around the waist rather than the chest, when riding high, these pants fall short of covering the hairy ankles beneath. And no one. I repeat - NO ONE had sexy hairy ankles.
Well... somebody (can't say who) thought it might be a good idea to share this artcile as well... it's titled Men's Fashion and Grooming Crimes. Scathingly funny.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Bombay Duck / Bombay Blues
I couldn't decide between the 2 titles for this post... so I went with the power of AND!
Don't know if this is true or just my imagination, but there seems to be a deluge of books about Mumbai recently. I, for one, have read three and am going through my fourth one in the past year or so - Black Friday, Maximum City, Shantaram and now Sacred Games. The scary part is the one common element among all of these - the notorious Mumbai underworld.
Black Friday, also turned into an interesting-without-being-very-gripping movie, deals with the meticulous planning of the Mumbai blasts in '93. The fact that it's so fact based is scary.
Maximum City is probably the one I related to the most. It's Suketu Mehta's narration of this experiences and attitudes to being a born-again Mumbaikar. It's a very colorful and rich description of the pot boiler Mumbai is. It's sets Mumbai up to be a masala flick with all the ingredients - right from mudane issues like lack of sanitized water coming through the tap (yep - for us Mumbaikars this is a mundane issue), to the role of the underworld in Bollywood (I love this word - I don't give a fuck if half of filmdom thinks this is a derogatory word - I think it's cool).
Shantaram, on the other hand, is a page turner. It's a brilliantly told real story with what I think is significant (and well used) creative freedom. I'll say it - it's one of the best books I've read. I love the juxtaposition (another word I love) of a great story (escaped Aussie convict living in Mumbai slums getting involved in the thick of the Mumbai underworld and fighting a war in Afghanistan), rich characters (religeous mafia don, indian cowboy who is also our hero's man friday, slum folk with aspiration of the world and the standing babas) and philosophical detours (especially love the conversation about right, wrong and the ultimate complexity - God).
I'm now reading Sacred Games. 150 pages into this 900 page epic, it's a movie screenplay with gore, personal struggle and love as key ingredients. More about this when I finish.
Net - While I'm happy Mumbai, being the manic wonder it is, is getting it's due in pop culture, I wish we'd see more of a balanced perspective about the city. It's not all about the underworld you know! It's also about hope, millions of personal struggles everyday and basically the joie de vivre.
Let me know if you've read any other good books about a different side of the city.
Don't know if this is true or just my imagination, but there seems to be a deluge of books about Mumbai recently. I, for one, have read three and am going through my fourth one in the past year or so - Black Friday, Maximum City, Shantaram and now Sacred Games. The scary part is the one common element among all of these - the notorious Mumbai underworld.
Black Friday, also turned into an interesting-without-being-very-gripping movie, deals with the meticulous planning of the Mumbai blasts in '93. The fact that it's so fact based is scary.
Maximum City is probably the one I related to the most. It's Suketu Mehta's narration of this experiences and attitudes to being a born-again Mumbaikar. It's a very colorful and rich description of the pot boiler Mumbai is. It's sets Mumbai up to be a masala flick with all the ingredients - right from mudane issues like lack of sanitized water coming through the tap (yep - for us Mumbaikars this is a mundane issue), to the role of the underworld in Bollywood (I love this word - I don't give a fuck if half of filmdom thinks this is a derogatory word - I think it's cool).
Shantaram, on the other hand, is a page turner. It's a brilliantly told real story with what I think is significant (and well used) creative freedom. I'll say it - it's one of the best books I've read. I love the juxtaposition (another word I love) of a great story (escaped Aussie convict living in Mumbai slums getting involved in the thick of the Mumbai underworld and fighting a war in Afghanistan), rich characters (religeous mafia don, indian cowboy who is also our hero's man friday, slum folk with aspiration of the world and the standing babas) and philosophical detours (especially love the conversation about right, wrong and the ultimate complexity - God).
I'm now reading Sacred Games. 150 pages into this 900 page epic, it's a movie screenplay with gore, personal struggle and love as key ingredients. More about this when I finish.
Net - While I'm happy Mumbai, being the manic wonder it is, is getting it's due in pop culture, I wish we'd see more of a balanced perspective about the city. It's not all about the underworld you know! It's also about hope, millions of personal struggles everyday and basically the joie de vivre.
Let me know if you've read any other good books about a different side of the city.
3 weekends, 3 wins
This past weekend P&G Cricket Club notched up it's 3rd straight win! This is a record of sorts in the history of P&G Singapore Cricket. For starters, we've never won 3 in a row in the league. A couple of years ago, 3 games is all we won in the entire season. This time around we've won 3 of 4.
Anyway, we had a team of 10 and batted first against Fusion CC (a side we had previously beaten in a friendly inspite of having only 8 players). Esh (16 off 30) and I (29 off 36) provided the team with a solid foundation (54 for 0 in 10). Two quick wickets later Bakir (34 off 28) and Tapish (27 off 45) consolidated, taking the score to 122 in 22 overs. We had a bit of a slide towards the end, ending all out for 161 with 1.1 overs to go.
Fusion got off to a flyer with 11 off the first 9 balls of the innings before Nitin Goel (2 for 32 in 6) took 2 off 2 balls to peg them back. Bakir (1 for 11 in 5) and Tapish (1 for 12 in 4) were typically miserly. Paddu came in and demolished the tail to be the most successful bowler with 5 for 19 off 4.5.
Another highlight was the fielding. 9 of the 10 wickets we took were catches (Raf had two blinders, Esh had a couple of nice ones behind the wicket and Lal made his look very easy) and the only other one was a run out (took 4 people to make that happen - comedy of errors).
Next weekend we're up against Tanker Pacific - We have a 6-0 record against them but they're still a pretty decent team.
Watch this space for more and feel free to leave your comments here.
Anyway, we had a team of 10 and batted first against Fusion CC (a side we had previously beaten in a friendly inspite of having only 8 players). Esh (16 off 30) and I (29 off 36) provided the team with a solid foundation (54 for 0 in 10). Two quick wickets later Bakir (34 off 28) and Tapish (27 off 45) consolidated, taking the score to 122 in 22 overs. We had a bit of a slide towards the end, ending all out for 161 with 1.1 overs to go.
Fusion got off to a flyer with 11 off the first 9 balls of the innings before Nitin Goel (2 for 32 in 6) took 2 off 2 balls to peg them back. Bakir (1 for 11 in 5) and Tapish (1 for 12 in 4) were typically miserly. Paddu came in and demolished the tail to be the most successful bowler with 5 for 19 off 4.5.
Another highlight was the fielding. 9 of the 10 wickets we took were catches (Raf had two blinders, Esh had a couple of nice ones behind the wicket and Lal made his look very easy) and the only other one was a run out (took 4 people to make that happen - comedy of errors).
Next weekend we're up against Tanker Pacific - We have a 6-0 record against them but they're still a pretty decent team.
Watch this space for more and feel free to leave your comments here.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Best Blog I've seen... so far
Check out http://indexed.blogspot.com
One word to describe it - IDEA!
There's an absolutely BRILLIANT mind at work there!
One word to describe it - IDEA!
There's an absolutely BRILLIANT mind at work there!
Friday, May 18, 2007
The Montek Mystery
Recently a couple of guys and I have committed ourselves to the cause of uncovering the ultimate mystery of life... who really is Montek Singh Ahluwalia?
You can read about him here.... but REALLY... who is he?
Over the years I have come across many people of the Sikh faith and they're by and large very nice people. At the outset, let me state that I have nothing against the Sikh religion or beliefs. This is just a random ponderance. If you're sensitive about this kinda thing, please do not read any further (but then you'll miss the mystery of Montek).
Now for the uninitiated, the Sikh belief is that their men should have 5 K's - Kesh (hair - which means the hairdressers in Punjab are not particularly well off bar some uncompliant few), Kanga (comb - well most of them do have the hair), Kachcha (underwear - no smart ass comments on this one), Kada (bracelet - for identification in case of drastic hairfall) and Kirpan (sword - one of which might be put to use on my neck soon)... Personally I think there should be a 6th one - Kulcha (flattened bread with stuffing in it - very nice)... but my bat sense tells me this won't be well received.
Anyway - this is not about Sikh beliefs. This is about Montek. Apart from the 5 Ks and a proposed 6th one, there's another trend that has gone beyond just emerging. It has arrived. Contemporary (personally that's debatable) names which have a natural phonetic link to their traditional name. My favorite example is Harvinder. AKA Harry. Has a global ring to it. Separately a lot of these men (yes... men) are called Pinky... not sure what the traditional name for that is though.
But this is not about Pinky. It's about Montek.
So the mystery. What is Montek Singh Ahluwalia's real name?
One cracking streak of brilliance is our lead (and only) theory. His original name was Mondegar. But in his circle of esteemed economists, he was laughed at and rebuked. Often he was asked - "Oye Mondegar - Ek beer lana" (Hey Mondegar, get me a beer). For those of you who haven't made the connection - the beer comes from Cafe Mondegar in Colaba, Bombay - a very very popular watering hole frequented by backpackers, engineers, MBAs, advertising folks and gangsters. The waiters are roughly the same profile, give or take 10%.
Coming back to Montek - Now this name - Mondegar - and all it's associations - largely beer - was a hitch in our young stars fledgling career in economics and policy making. He was frustrated at not being taken seriously.
And hence the drastic step.
Now something (let's call it my bat sense again) tells me we might be a bit off the mark here. Which is why this blog entry serves as an appeal to the people of the world at large to find the answer. Leave your theories / results of your research as comments to this blog entry. Contrubute to world peace...
REALLY... WHO IS MONTEK SINGH AHLUWALIA?
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