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Ideas Random: Caught in a cell
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Caught in a cell. 8216;So, you want postpaid? 8216;You have residence proof? What do you mean? 8216;Ration card, Voter id, driving license? No You see I’m not from Mum. Yes, but on the landlord’s name. 8216;Sorry, not possible.’. Vodafone, Airtel, It’s the same conversation everywhere. ‘Sorry Sir, you’re not eligible for a postpaid connection.’ Why? Good news, after 10 months in the city now, I am finally the proud owner of a postpaid Vodafone connection! So, if you’re new to Mumbai and want to get...
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Ideas Random: The Calcutta update
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Alright. So part of the reason I’m writing this post is so that I can test the keypad on my new laptop. Even otherwise, though, back in Calcutta after 6 months, and back for the Durga Puja after 2 years, the need for an update is a bit of a necessity. Cricket fever, the odd Pakistan fan and Dada, the TV-show host. If you’re a Bong away from the mad cricket-loving people you left behind here, welcome back! With so much publicity, dbe surprised if Rituporno Ghosh decides to cast him in his next! As for thi...
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Ideas Random: 11/01/2011 - 12/01/2011
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Then Saturday comes, and this is what it. Is like: Get up in the morning (just about; anytime before 12 counts), make some tea, fry some eggs, check Facebook updates… Around now the sloth sets in, and the rest of the day is spent staring at the laptop screens, watching TV shows or movies. The cooking is restricted almost always to Maggi. Is there any garlic? Butter (Unsalted works better, but if Amul is all you have in the fridge, it will do). Garlic. 2-4 large cloves. Wednesday, November 02, 2011. My fr...
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Ideas Random: Seeking sal(i)vation… even as the swine arrives
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Seeking sal(i)vation… even as the swine arrives. AAA… THOOO… There goes another one. A convoluted missile of saliva flies through the air as I dodge just in the nick of time to avoid it landing on my foot! So, I stay indoors all morning and afternoon, while there’s invariably spit flying all over the city (Someone somewhere in Mumbai must be spitting right this second! 8217; Sigh… just in time again! Wednesday, June 24, 2009. I loved it. exactly what I feel but couldnt have put it so precisely! Who's fol...
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Ideas Random: Shrinking world?
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To write in a post that ‘the world is shrinking’ or that technology is bringing the world closer is to say nothing new. It’s almost like being a Gallileo-too-late and waking up to declare to the world that it…is actually round. ‘Yeah, what of it? 8217; So, well, nothing ‘earth-moving’ in that (if you follow my desperate attempt at pun). Just a couple of articles I read, each startling in its right to either side of the spectrum (besides temporary joblessness). But even as my friend visiting Calcutta from...
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Ideas Random: Hands-on-head
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One of the best ways to spend 50 rupees in Mumbai. I, on the other hand, part with precious money every month for a 220-sq ft one-room-kitchen. In a city, therefore, where ordering lunch everyday costs an average of Rs 100 (and that’s when I’m ordering ‘cheap’), the joy that a meagre 50 rupees can provide becomes remarkable. And since not many from BPL India are likely to read my blog (not many above it read my blog either), 50 rupees is still bloody cheap. So, if you’re in Mumbai, and badly in the...
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Ideas Random: 03/01/2010 - 04/01/2010
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Love, Sex Aur Dhokha. A bitter pill. A naive, Bollywood-inspired love story ends up not with a rosy ‘happily ever after’, but in a pit by the highway, murdered and chopped into pieces. This one’s different, and it’s cringe-worthily real. LSD. Isn’t going to drive the Box Office ecstatic. Rather, it might break a few conventions, on what makes a film, what makes a story, what can be told and what is taboo. Therefore, the DDLJ. Shot on a handheld camera, a CCTV and a spy cam (a la Emotional Atyachaar.
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Ideas Random: Truth, anyone?
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Let’s face the truth here. We really are better off with Ekta Kapoor (Gasp! Her name begins with ‘E’. She should call her self Kkekta Kapoor). Jobless women bitching about each other, running around the house hatching plots; going to sleep in couture and flashy jewellery; and crying without spoiling their make-up. ‘Suspension of disbelief’? Little did Coleridge know! The Indian version of The Moment of Truth. Well, what were you expecting? Chhee, chhee… Shocking! That is just way too truthful and goes ag...
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Ideas Random: Up up and away to Chandni Chowk
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Up up and away to Chandni Chowk. Akshay Kumar after reportedly being attacked by bricks and bats by a bunch of haggard critics has come out to say in an interview, ‘I am not Superman,’ by which I think he means he would’ve willed all the bricks to fly in the opposite direction by mere eyesight and then fly away cape fluttering to the Great Wall of China. Yes, almost all of China in Akshay’s. But since when did we Indians start complaining about mindless scripts? The problem it seems then is when the mess...
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Ideas Random: Love, Sex Aur Dhokha... A bitter pill
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Love, Sex Aur Dhokha. A bitter pill. A naive, Bollywood-inspired love story ends up not with a rosy ‘happily ever after’, but in a pit by the highway, murdered and chopped into pieces. This one’s different, and it’s cringe-worthily real. LSD. Isn’t going to drive the Box Office ecstatic. Rather, it might break a few conventions, on what makes a film, what makes a story, what can be told and what is taboo. Therefore, the DDLJ. Shot on a handheld camera, a CCTV and a spy cam (a la Emotional Atyachaar.