Salaam Bombay!

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Warning: This is a pointless post. As in, it's more pointless than my usual posts. So if you are interested in reading the usual comparatively less-pointless stuff that I irregularly churn out, come back in a couple of days. I'll try to make sure you're not disappointed.

It's been a hectic two weeks selling my car, TV, Foosball table, and other assorted stuff, wrapping up work, and packing everything I own into two suitcases. There's been no time to blog, and even lesser time to respond to comments. And now I'm finally back in Aamchi Mumbai for a couple of weeks of vacation time before I get back to the grind in Chennai.

I've observed a few things in the last few days, though.

Air India isn't that bad

No, really. They're not as rude as, say, Air France, not as off-schedule as, say, North-West, and not as uncomfortable as Biman Air. They get you from one spot to the other, and they do it fairly well considering that they have a plane full of Indians to deal with at the same time.

I'd forgotten how warm Bombay can be in October

It's raining in Chennai these days, and even that city has lower temperature than aamchi Mumbai. Thank goodness for air-conditioning.

I hate Zee TV more than I thought I did

I mean, really. My mother insists on watching every episode of every Ekta Kapoor show on TV, and I can't bring myself to be in the same room when one of them is running, for more than five minutes at a time.

Broadband in India is expensive

I mean MTNL wants me to pay Rs 1199 (a month!) for a 256 kbps connection with a 1.25 GB download limit. And my brother's 64 kbps/unlimited download cable connection doesn't allow me to set up my router so I can hook my laptop into the connection. Well, at least they say I can't. To he** with them.

I may call it writer's block, but I'm just too darned lazy

Really. I've been sitting on at least five blog ideas for a couple of months now. And instead of putting pen to paper (or to be more accurate, finger to keyboard), I've been spending my time reading Schlock Mercenary, Real Life Comics, and Down To Earth. I'll tell you, Web Comics can be extremely addictive. Specially if you decide you want to read through all the archives.

Enough rambling, I think. I intend to be back to more-frequent-than-regular blogging in the next couple of days.

Based On A True Story

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This post comes to you with inspiration from Films Division (Ministry of Information and Broadcasting, Government of India). The specific movie that this post came from, can be found here (link courtesy the wonderful goings-on at the clouds).

This post is also based on a true story that has taken the Indian blogosphere by storm. Read all about it.
The Birdies and The Hunter

It was a regular day in the forest and all the birdies were doing the usual stuff - building nests, teaching their kids to fly, and pecking at bird-seed.

The heroine of our story - whom we shall call Bird-E-Vun - was also going about her regular day looking for new piles of bird-seed. On this day, during her search she came across this pile of poisonous bird-seed. The nice birdie that she was, she tried to warn all the other birdies about it. Soon, she met Bird-E-Tu and told him about the poisonous pile too. Soon, Bird-E-Vun and Bird-E-Tu were both telling all their birdie friends about the pile of poisonous bird-seed.

Now this particular pile of bird-seed had been kept there by a vicious hunter, who wanted to catch a lot of birdies by poisoning them. Obviously, he didn't take too kindly to Bird-E-Vun and Bird-E-Tu driving all their little birdie friends away. The hunter first tried calling Bird-E-Vun a liar, and tried to drive her away. He called her names and tried to get her to keep her beak shut. When his tricks didn't work, he decided to trap all the little birdies that were helping Bird-E-Vun and Bird-E-Tu, using nets.

Even when Bird-E-Tu found himself caught in a net, he refused to stop telling his birdie friends that the pile of bird-seed was poisonous. This tale of bravery quickly spread far and wide across the jungle, and soon every birdie was talking about Bird-E-Vun and Bird-E-Tu. One by one, birdies arrived from around the jungle to help our birdie friends. The hunter used this opportunity to trap more little birdies. Seeing this, hundreds of little birdies gathered around the nets and helped lift them off the ground, freeing Bird-E-Tu and all the other little birdies that had got caught. Hundreds more descended on the hunter and started pecking at him. The hunter, scared to see so many birdies suddenly coming after him, turned around and ran far, far away from the jungle, never to trouble the little birdies again.

And all the little birdies lived happily together again.

And it was just the beginning...

Moral of the story: Don't try to stop free speech. Or we'll come after you.

This post may be a little premature, but I believe it will happen. Don't you?