The Maanga

Making love to a dumb woman is much like making love to oneself. And hence, sublime.

Watching a movie has one purpose: living life vicariously. And Daniel Plainview lived mine to perfection.

Varma boy gives us a lesson,

Twenty20 cricket is filled with life-and-death urgency. There are just 120 deliveries in each innings, and every ball matters. There is no space for sloppiness or error. A single mistake can shift the momentum. The batsmen have to try and score off every ball, and have no time to settle down. The demands on the batsmen, bowlers and fielders are greater, not less.

There are six sentences in the paragraph — and each no different from the other. Pleonasm as a literary device to sustain livelihoods will soon be ended when people riot on the streets for rice.

Avataram writes in about the Infosys blog,

Global Footprint does not make a flat world company.

What is this? Vamanavataram? The entire infosys top management has taken to mixed metaphors since Thomas Friedman met Nandan Nilekani.

Their Annual Report lists Richa Govil as Group Manager – Go-to-Market (Marketing). And her criterion for a flat company is scheduling a call across three time zones.

Web 2.0’s greatest (and only) service has been: getting idiots their audience. Kiruba and Amit Varma make their living.

Sometime last year De Villiers, the idiot head of ATP, decided to make tennis more accessible to laymen - like the ones that read this blog. Among other things, he came up with a brilliant plan to rename all masters series tournaments into ‘1000 series’, like naming his dogs based on the average calories they consume.

Quick, tell me the names of five Indian CEOs who blog? I’ll wait. No, really. I’ll wait. Take your time. Give up? I’m not surprised. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I asked this question to 10 different people and most couldn’t go beyond two names. Feel better?

No, that was not from a blog written in 2002.

A friend said ‘That Punkster woman can’t write one sentence without a cliche if her life depended on it.’

So, I opened that blog and read the first sentence: Stay tuned denizens, this blog will be back with a bang (yay, my propensity to spew out schmaltzy lines has not diminished!) very, very soon.

Yet how paradoxical it is, and how delightful, that Bangalore, a city that has leapt to prominence on the back of work outsourced by America, is now itself outsourcing from America - outsourcing glamour, no less.

I remember an author who once said she edits all her writing by imagining Tunku reading her work. Then, this explains all the bad writing.

This is perspective-a? If it is, I don’t want it.

Road accidents are common in India, claiming thousands of lives every year. Most of them are blamed on reckless driving and poorly maintained roads.

At least 19 people died after a school bus collided with a train at a railway crossing in the northern Indian state of Punjab last December.

In 2006, six children were killed after the bus carrying them to school plunged into a canal in neighbouring Haryana state.

Seventeen children were rescued by the police and villagers.

Giveaway #35: They write disclaimers. Seriously. Regarding candidates running for office in a country they[1] don’t live in and haven’t lived in.

[1] — As in them idiots, not candidates.