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The False review of the New Samsung Omnia W

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 21:49:55 PST

Samsung Omnia W Score on SidoScope (See Below)

When was the last time Microsoft made people happy? Well, I don't remember exactly and being a serial Microsoft hater I don't want to remember. Honestly, I don't think the company is bad, I just think they design bad software but that is ok, we all have done that, but worst part is they don't accept it.

Technological innovation has nothing to do with business and the fact that they do business on technology is bad. When Samsung Omnia reached my doorstep, I took it as a sign from the universe that something is changing. Now lets face it, Apple is Apple they are good at something, they don't do it for free. Google in turn are slow and steady, they believe in giving it all for free, who can blame them actually?

So I got Samsung Omnia W in my hand, I kept an open mind. I was not going to judge the windows mobile based on its big brother, windows. Ofcourse every family has a bad apple? Isn't it? (Apple here refers to the fruit which is grown using chemicals in a farm, not the electronic device company which manufacturers phones)

A disclaimer, just to be clear, if you are looking for a suitable life partner for your other electronic equipment you can look-up the technical specifications of the phone go to some other site like gsmarena.

The first impression of Omnia is wow, yes Wow, the UI is much better than Android UI (which is what I do not know, considering there are many launchers out there.) Yes, the phone has a much better UI specially if you compare it with other normal phones and some smart phones.

Microsoft has determined to be the iPhone killer to the extend that the phone refuses to scroll vertically. Every scrolling is done horizontally. The UI is the same as Zune (the alleged iPod killer, don't laugh!!!). The phone is simple to operate on with clearly marked big icons indicating Phone, Messaging and other things.

One bad thing about the phone is no expandable memory, so if you already are using a smart phone, transferring that data is a big pain in the... backside. Talking about transferring, the phone does not detect any Android device while connecting via Bluetooth, no idea why. Connecting to PC is also a pain, because it demands you install Zune counterpart on your PC before it is connected (Maybe this is a iPhone thingy, but then I did not like iTunes either).

The UI is very appreciable in terms of impressing you for the first time, however, after using it for a few days you get weary of it. The shine drops down and you carry in your hand a phone that refuses to connect to any PC without its Zune software, cannot expand memory card and also cannot connect to other smart phones via Bluetooth. But as my girlfriend points out, I am biased about the phone because I am having an affair with Android phones (3 so far), maybe yes, so that's why this is actually a false review of Samsung Omnia W.

All in all, Samsung Omnia W is a good smart phone for those who want to use a smart phone or blackberry but are not smart enough to configure it according to their needs. It is a welcome change from the traditional Java and Symbian mobile operating system, but has a long way to go if it is comparable with Android or iOs.

Samsung is busy keeping its commitment to install every mobile operating system they can get their hands-on on their devices and Omnia W marks the threshold of a generation of Omnia series which would run Windows on Samsung phones.

Its a Saturday and you have nothing to do, hope you enjoyed this false review about Samsung Omnia.

Enjoy the weekend.

P.s. Pictures clicked by the greatest photographer of the century, me.

The Review Scale of Sidoscope:

Growing up is fun? Well, almost.

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 10:46:02 PST

The oldest memory I have of the one dream since childhood was to grow up. If someone would ask me why exactly did I wanted to grow up, I am sure I could not answer it. Why exactly I wanted to grow up, I have no idea, but Ill tell you its not pretty.

They say, age brings wisdom, I say they lie. Age just brings you better excuses to things. Every year you live in this world, you adopt to its crazy sense, you lie for living. You give our excuses for things. Some excuses are very common, like act your age or it is against religion or it is against humans but excuses are there.

If being 25 is halfway there, on 26 I have crossed the threshold to what? I am not sure. Although however you convince people, you can handle it, they don't believe you. While growing up, you are led to believe that there would be a time when you are old enough, people stop telling you what to do.

Turns out, just like other childhood myths like girls are not mean little girls, drinking milk is good for your health, the myth of people not telling you what to do does not cease to stop. It in fact accelerates.

When you are small, its just your parents who have exclusive rights over you. They tell you what to, and more importantly they tell you what not to do. Ideally, these exclusive rights, should reduce over the time, but clearly they don't. Infact the entire world gets the right to tell you what to do and what not to do. Relatives are always there if you like them or no, but now every third person you meet has an advise for you.

'Don't post so much on Facebook,' 'Ohno, don't change your job so soon,' 'hey, you working in the same company for 2 years, sad' 'It is not good staying in company late,' 'You won't get promotion if you don't stay late'

I mean for Godsake, some of them even don't make sense. People who have never worked for a single day in their life suddenly start talking about job advise. Your distant relative who maintains a long distance with her own husband tells you that her choice for your wife is the best one in the world. Everyone has something to tell you as if multiple travelling salesman banged with a wikipedia.

You are always amazed in childhood about how knowledgeable the adults are, but now that you are nearly there, you realize most of it is made up stuff. There are no ten people who are interested in what you do. No one out there who actually give a freaking damm about anything. Grownup makes things up like the old high school history teacher who pretends to answer your question with some more confusing facts leaving you with more confusion that ever.

By the time you are 26 however you are now well versed in the new found world of grownups. Where everything you say is going to be debunked. There will be a conflict in everyone you meet about if you are grown up or no.

Sadly, you won't have an answer to it too. But if I connect the dots and look at the life going back, I am supposed to say today, that I learned a lot. Actually, I didn't. But I have hopes, the little me who set out on the journey in the craziest planet in the galaxy born in the craziest species 26 years ago has fared well. I did achieve what I set out for, but more importantly I have grown up... almost. Or that I would like to believe.

P.s. This is a tradition on Sidoscope, since 3 years, I start writing a post at 11:15 and Post it at 12:00, so it can be random, garbage or even stupid... but then aren't they all?

I respectfully decline the invitation to join your beheading... I mean, wedding

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 07:37:48 PST

When you are of a certain age, certain things start happening around you. You are a male who has crossed the boundaries of 25, you see females from your school (whom once you used to hit) have uploaded a cute picture of them holding a baby on Facebook. You say nothing when THAT girl for whom you literally skipped your degree education for changes her relationship status to ‘Married’, you control your emotions when the girl who was once happy go lucky is seen on Facebook with a fake smile in the arms of an equally fake man. But all these emotions run lose, when it happens, the dreaded moment of it all… an invitation to the wedding of your fellow male friend.

You know its over, the end of the world is near because at that moment, the wedding invitation brings with it many many questions, some of which are better not answered.

An invitation to a wedding invokes more trouble than a summons to a court. There are two forms of an invitation, one that comes at your parents house and other that you can take your girlfriend with. While the former puts you in the merciless hands of the mother, who questions your growth, the later puts you in the merciless hands of your future wife, who questions your.. well... growth.

This invitation is better if it comes when you are not around, or you will find yourself in a very awkward room, filled with very awkward people talking about very awkward stuff. The real awkwardness comes once they leave the room (or whichever planet they are from).

“So, XYZ is getting married, did you see?” your mom.

“Is it, good,” as if I care.

“His parents are so lucky, he has given so much happiness to his parents. The girl is from their planet, caste, species blah blah blah (enter a obsene amount of description for the girl). The couple looks so perfect, see…” your mom.

“Okie…” still as if I care.

“See, he is so settled in life and has everything now. When will you get settled….” and so it begins the lecture on how the xyz person is good and how bad you are. So good that he is ready to tie a blindfold and stick with any girl his parents choose.

Holy Cow!!! Didn’t see that coming, didja?

Ideally, the boy is ideal. One fine day I come home only to find my mom saying, “Empty your comics cupboard,” she says.

Now this comics cupboard has a history in making ok, I am collecting graphic novels since I was in 9th standard. I saved pocket money, did odd jobs (distributing newspaper, working as a cyber cafe attendent and so on) just to collect these graphic novels. There was a time when this collection of graphic novels increased beyond any normal human storage proportion. My dad was of the belief that the comics are worthless waste of paper and refused to have them stored in the house. After a lot of argument, threats and promises, I was given an old steel wooden cupboard to keep my comics. Oh how magnificient I filled it, 8 big rucksack full of books neatly stacked, classified and categorized.

But all of the sudden, “Empty the comics cupboard.” Even before I was coming to terms with the command thrown, she went ahead and pulled those 8 rucksacks out. Now this cupboard also had some secrets, which I won’t share on a public forum. Lets just say in my teens I was collecting something more than comics.

“This ABC is getting married and we are giving him the cupboard in his new house…” she replied proudly. So proud are the parents in emptying the cupboard of their own son to make sure it looks pretty in the house of someone elses son, without even consulting the one person in the whole world who is using it. There is a urban legend of the only man who was so really free, who turned down an invitation to a wedding without giving an excuse. I am yet to meet this man. None of us are.

There is a serious question in marriage, do I give condolenses or congradulations? I never understand. If you look at the bride and groom, they don’t even look happy. They just sit there as a decorated doll smiling as widely and fakely as possible. The bride is happy, she is more pretty than the prettiest girl in the room, the groom is happy with the prospect of honeymoon tonight, but not as a pair, as individual. Even if there was some other bride sitting there, the groom would be similar happy only.

The wedding invitations invade everywhere, you find them on the dinner table. They irritate you more while having dinner, more than the toilet cleaning commercials who are timed perfectly when I eat the morsel. They are there on the shoe rack, they are there when I need a piece of paper to note down an important number. One fine day they reached the email inbox, out of the blue.

I was busy doing some important work of editing the Wikipedia article when it happened, an email invitation.

Dear All,

It is with immense pleasure I invite you to the gracious ceremony of my marriage. The wedding is happening in a land far far away and I don’t expect you to come anyways. This is a humble notice to the jerks that I am no longer single, so stop hitting on me. I anyways am irritated by you all for 5 days a week and hence I did not bother printing you a wedding card as well. Come with your family so that I can rub it in their face how pretty I am and how you were hitting on me.

Do come. Attached is the scanned copy of my wedding card which I shamelessly used the office scanner to scan it.

Yours,

PQR

Oh the horror, and then one fine day on Facebook. You login to Facebook to have a quick glance of who is still single when it pops up,

You have 1 event invitation from MNO

Subject: My wedding in Hell

Seriously, I was so bored doing this wedding stuff that I decided to invite you on Facebook. Yeah, do come along to see my wife, whom I have myself seen only twice and hope my eyes are right. No gifts please, we don’t have patience and place to keep those cooker, ganesh idols, table fans and photo frames. Bye for now, have to get back to those crops who are whitering.

RSVP: Yes. No. Go to hell

Wedding invitations who would have thought? Oh yes and I got 19 wedding invitations on 1st of Jan, imagine how much excitement would be in 2012. Yeah right.

P.s. No I am not getting married and you are not invited.
P.p.s. Don't mind me if you are getting marriage, these are my views, I am not telling you to listen to them.

The year end list of things that happened: 2011

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 07:22:13 PST

Oh what a year, what a year, i’ll tell you what a marvelous year. Never before in the history of human years we had so much to tell and share in a single year. Year 2010 ended in a abrupt way with the rise of terrorism and the increase in violence. However, still 2010 was much better than 2009 who barely managed to exist quietly.

This year was legendary, many years down the years, there would be the legend of the year 2011 which survived the act of God as well as acts of Humans. Some would say, year 2011 was just packing up. Just like the simple overture before the final cressendo in an orchestra, 2011 was just giving us all the taste of freedom.

This year witnessed many ends, it saw the end of Harry Potter, it saw the end of tyrannacy of Gaddafi, it also saw the end of Osaba Bin Laden. Year 2011 brought with it something fresh, something unique. 2011 came with a perspective, that no longer do we need the information control.

It also brought with it the idea of a free world, the idea which is going forward in the 2012 with a bang. 2011 gave people hope, that someday I won’t have to look in the eyes of my child and say, ‘Sorry son, we humans have messed up this planet beyond repair and we give you this hell hole as it is. No we could not fix it for you…. not that we wanted too but we were busy paying taxes and minding our own business.’

Nope, right from tyrants being shot down and dictators pushed away from the chairs, 2011, also provoked the capitalists from their chair. Occupy London, Occupy wall street and other Occupy protest made the world realized that people are still indebted in the free world.

If 2009 was the time for the terrorist and 2010 was the time for retrospection, 2011 was truly peoples era. Now we can look in the eyes of our kids and say, ‘Hey not that we did not try, we at-least tried changing the world.‘

Did the world change, no it didn’t, the Government did keep the straight face while attempting to ‘fix’ the problem, but even they knew, their time is up. It will take more than 365 days to fix the mess we are in but still, 2011 above all gave hope to millions, that there is hope left for humans, there are causes worth to fight for.We official beat the rabbits in their own game and produced babies faster than any species on the planet, we crossed 7 billion this year. 2011 witnessed that too. Congradulations humans.

Coming closer to home, for the first time in the last 40 years, the ruling party in India felt the power of people slapped on them using the same method they managed to gain reputation for so many years. Well, lets not retrospect on weather Janlokpal is good or no, let us think and consider how did lakhs of people step forward and actively took part in the protest. The TRPS of loksabha live have surpassed the TRPs of Kukkurmati ki Karambhari Kahani and people nowadays, if nothing else talk about civil responsibilites.

2011 also made the world smart with the smart phone users increased. It also saw the birth of Siri from the brain of Apple, Siri who has redefined smart phones like never before is the key to the future input methods. If Apple brought innovation with it, others were not behind, who kept bringing innovation again and again, 10 times cheaper than Apple. Aah, there were some whimsical moments, some bickering and some suing. Apple sued Samsung, Samsung Sued apple, Apple sued Motorola, Google sued apple, Microsoft sued someone, someone sued someone and so on.

Of-course, while the suits were busy suing each other, Siri was born, so was iPhone 4gs and Android Icream Sandwhich. In this process, personally, I got a Galaxy Tab from Samsung and met some real interesting 20 people, who also got the same from Samsung. Everyone had their own whimsy and own quality, however it was wonderful observing each and everyone of them. On Channel one, I had a chance to see the Innovation Summit first hand, always had the dream, this year made it true.

The year 2011 also saw Indians taking lead in the modern world, with Slut walks, Gay Lesbian Pride Parade and Flash mobs happening everywhere, that also showed that now feminists, LGBT and other supressed group would no longer be supressed.

While the governments where busy keeping their poker face, telling themself in mirror that everything was fine, an Act of God hit the planet. There were earthquakes in Japan, hitting the nuclear reactor very closely, Tsunami hitting the shores of new zealand forced the world leaders to ask, “Why this Kolaveri Di?”

The year saw some leaks in the form of Wikileaks, the two face of dimplomats turned black. Even thoughJulias Assange was under house arrest, his idea changed the world. Wearing the Guy Fawkes mask in the courtroom was not a clever idea, it was a message. End of World. Now.

This year also saw the freedom of information on steriods, even Santa Claus feared his naughty/nice list would get leaked on Wikileaks, so he signed an NDA with all his Elfs. Arm Chair Activist took control and shook the foundation of two democratic nation. Obviously, many governments woke up to threat of Social Media and Government of America introduced the SOPA while Indian Government followed suit with Censorship on internet. 2011 was an enabler, not the solution provider. It made sure people came on streets, it made sure things happened, now all that is left is the effect. Which it has conviniently left for 2012.

My brother tells me I also have to mention that Indian team won the world cup is an accomplishment for 2011, yeah well, I guess it is, never actually cared about cricket. But I did enjoy watching the India vs Pakistan match using social media, where my peers from Pakistan also cheered sportingly till the end of the match. This year also saw the birth of 4th generation of Bacchan, which the news channels will happily report for another 21 years.

2011 also did bring a change to the corporations with collaboration and Enterprise 2.0 terms floating around. It did manage to convince the suits that buckle up, its the informal who is going to lead the way. The world is still adjusting to the idea of collaborative business, many are still in denial, but it is finally left for 2012 to hit the final nail in the traditional business model.

So finally, 2011 is ending abruptly keeping many loose ends and many possibilities exist in the coming year. 2012 has a lot of pressure getting in, the year 2011 has by far set the bar too high for everyone. 2012 has another thing to worry about, something about end of the world in his reigns.

2011 has left many tasks unfinished, it gave us the taste of freedom, it gave us a glimpse of coming world, however the only thing 2011 asked for was participation. It promised changed only if we move forth and take charge. 2012 is coming with the final cresendo, finishing everything 2011 started. Can you hear it sing the Robert Frost?

‘But there are promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.’

That’s all from me this year, last post for 2011, see you next year.

Finally here is the summary of 2011, all the post done in this year on Sidoscope. You may enjoy them.

The Sidoscope Summary 2011:

December 2011

November 2011

October 2011

September 2011

[28] The Story of the Goose
[25] Suicidal Tendencies
[14] To the Parents of the Blowjob Generation
[12] The Strange Case of Pseudo Engineer
[03] When life gives you lemons, make milkshake.

August 2011

July 2011

June 2011

[25] The Simple Joys of Stupidity
[10] The Planet of HandItnus
[02] Naked and hungry patriotic people are popular in India!!!
[01] Softwarayan

May 2011

[29] [Funny Story] The Sleeping Beauty Story
[21] The problem with troubleshooting is that trouble shoots back
[14] The difference between Rape, Sex and Love
[07] The Surgical Strike
[03] Oh-Sama!!!
[01] Of Baba's, Business and Bakwass!!!

April 2011

March 2011

[31] Simple. Perfect. Normal
[26] Oh for the love of marriages!!!
[20] Reserve that Place for me Please
[13] The strange law of Normality
[09] Wordmore Wednesday: The curious case of ATM center.
[04] Arrange marriage or slave trade, What would you prefer?

February 2011

January 2011

[31] Superman Without Pants
[25] The Republic of India
[18] Will you follow me please?
[14] Are we there yet?
[11] And So Facebook Shut down....
[06] The Good, the Bad and the Me.
[02] Of Arrange Marriage and the debt of Parenthood
[01] Oh, so the New Year is here.

See you next year.

The Teachings of the Snake Mother

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 19:13:09 PST

Since her birth, Kadru the mother of all snakes always had a boiling rivalry with her sister Vinata, the future mother of Garudas or the eagles.
Oh how magnificent Vinata was, with her wings spread out wide, her long flights in the air. Once Vinata kept on and on about her long jump towards the sun. Oh how jealous Kadru was. Kadru made a vow that day, that one day, Vinata would be her slave.

When they both where married to the Sage Kashyap, son of Manu, she demanded 100 sons, to fulfill her vow against her sister. Vinata was still the smartest and she asked for only two, but both of them should be stronger than any son Kadru had. Thus the sisters were gifted with their boons, Kadru in her hundred sons gave birth to Shesha, who in the future will be the greatest hermit of them all and support the land on which sons of Manu will stand. Vasuki, the future king of serpents, who would save the clan of snakes from extinction and also Airavat, whose whiteness would be the measure of all things white in the world.

Vinata however waited for long time but both her eggs would not hatch. It was difficult for nature to fulfill her boon and do that soon, so both the child took time in development. Kadru laughed, laughed at the misery of her sister.

Everyday she mocked on her sister, oh how fast her kids were growing, said Kadru. Shesha could now defeat the entire mountain, she said. Vasuki could beat Indra in the game of dice. Vinata got angry and broke up one egg.

Out sprang her eldest son, Arun, who would later be the charioteer of sun and help all creatures with energy. But because he sprang too soon, his one wing was deformed. Consumed with guilt Vinata vowed she would wait for the second egg to hatch.

In the meanwhile, things were changing in the newly formed earth. The Devas and the Aruras where going head to head against each other in their battle. Finally Kadru’s son, Vasuki meddled with the two clans and offered them a respite. They would both churn the ocean and distribute the gifts that the nature has to offer. Vasuki himself offered to be used as a rope for this churning. Kadru was angry, she felt betrayed. She instantly disowned Vasuki and proclaimed that her true son was Shesha who was true to his clan.

But with the churning of the milky ocean provided her with an opportunity to enslave her sister,

“Oh Vinata,” she said one day casually, “Have you heard of Uchchaisravas? the magnificent king of horses who sprang from the milky ocean?”

“Oh sister, who hasn’t heard of him,” Vinata mentioned, “I hear his tail hair is the purest white in color, even whiter than your son Airavat….”

“No, my sister,” Kadru said, “No one is whiter than Airavat, I have heard he is of color black. Lets have a bet on it, shall we?”

Vinata smiled, she had no idea Kadru was talking seriously when she said, “If the tail of the horse is black, you will have to be my slave forever, but if it is white in color, Ill be your slave forever.”

“Oh sure,” said Vinata playfully, she will later regret this bet as Kadru would actually chain her to the ground in front of all the snakes, for a hundred years, until rescued by her elder son, Garuda.

Kadru instantly called her sons, the powerful Shesha and the magnificent Airavat. She asked them to hide in the tail of the horse so that it will appear black instead of white, “I want my sister as my slave. Go my sons, follow the teachings of your mother….”

She was in for the shock when Shesha replied, “No my mother, we won’t go and help you with your diabolical plan.”

“How dare you defy your own mother?” she asked.

“We do not defy you mother, we obey the same teachings you taught us. You taught us poisonous fangs and their use, you taught us how to hide from others. You taught us how to build the own nest, but above all,” Airavat said, “You taught us treachery against your own kin…. by plotting a diabolical plan against your sister you taught us treachery.”

“We are just following your teaching…” said Shesha, smirking, walked away with his siblings.

Kadru was left fuming in anger.

P.s. The story is based on the original characters from the Hindu Mythology of Snakes and eagles. The story is also true, the author has taken the liberty to fictionize the story.

The Intelligense People

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 11:43:56 PST

They say time, tide and trains wait for no one. Althought many (mad) scientist will argue that time does wait for people and the calculation in the 4th dimension requires a nail cutter, tides also sometimes do wait for people to get in the middle of the sea and then pounce upon them from all the sides, a way to ambush humans. However, everyone does agree on the single most unchanging fact in this variable, flexible and changing universe…. trains wait for no one.

Train like life have a fix destination, fix stops and occassionally due to unforseen conditions they do halt at the red signals in the middle of nowhere, but they don’t give up until they reach their destination. Life happens, you like it or no. Just like a passenger can miss a train by a second and that second then gets amplified due to unavailability of another train to the same destination, immediately. Life happens.

There are many trains at the train stations but the train to your destination is only one. The local at morning 6:15, this train had special meaning for all us. Who where the US? A bunch of students who did not know each others name but usually bumped into each other at 6:15 local.

This train saw us pulling crazy stunts at the door, this train saw us studying hard for the exams, this train saw us escape from enuch who walked the corridor. This train formed an unremovable part of the life of Junior college, the 20 minutes spend in the local train formed many many stories. Some nice, some not so nice.

As odd as I had taken Electornics as my specialization in Junior College, the college gave me classes only at odd hours. How odd? Early morning 7:00. Every monday and tuesday people would see me running from the house to the railway station, sometimes some familiar faces used to scold as I ran on the railway tracks.

One fine day after running as fast as we could, we reached the college only to find the notice written on the gate, ‘College closed’

Those were the days of pocket money and with 100 rs per month, going by bus was not an option. We decided to kill time on the railway station till the next train at 9:00. That gave us around an hour to kill on the platform. On the ghostlike empty platfrom we six people were loitering around, ordered a kacchi dabeli (those who don’t know this come to Pune) and sat on the walking platform stairs exactly below the board, ‘Do not sit on the stairs.’

Halfway through Kacchi Dabeli our brain cooked up a brilliant plan, ‘Lets check our weight for free’ exclaimed Kedar. The slot machines for weight checking on the platform worked on a simple principle, he explained to us. You stand on the counter and the levers inside adjust themself t0 the weight you have, when you insert a coin the ticket is printed with an occasional horrorscope or the filmstars info. So the grand plan was, we stand on the platform and Kedar the heightest among us will peep inside the machine and check at what weight the level stops. Yeah, it makes no sense now, but that day it was the best plan ever.

A homeless person saw our antics on the slot machine and for no reason starting shouting, ‘You intelligense people have no akal (brains) you only have money which I don’t have, but I am more smart that you….blah blah blah….’

We had no idea what he meant but were relieved seeing him go out but the relief was short lived, he returned this time holding a small boy in his hands. The little boy was crying, ‘Let me go…. let me go….’

People gathered around, exactly what is happening, they figured the man was the childs father, but that was not the case, which we will see momentarily. He asked the boy to stand on the platform and he put a one rupee coin inside the machine. The ticket was printed and he came closer to us to show the ticket. He proudly showed the ticket to each and everyone of us and then turned around, only to find the boys mother and father standing behind him.

After a few slaps he again recoiled in his ‘home’ and started cursing the intelligense people. That guy had missed his train, but maybe not, he did gain something out of it. Since that day, everyday for two years, he constantly got 12 rs from 6 strangers who used to travel to and fro on the platform.

The whimsical life of death.

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 00:48:41 PST

She walked the dark corridors in the grace of the wind. Softly,steadily and stealthly she crossed those marbeled floors. Being the youngest of the sisters, Death was very good at her job. She made sure she completed her job just as wanted by her Eldest sister Destiny.

Her long earings and the beaded necklace jiggled as she swiveled around the corridors, giggling to her self. Her brother Life always called her maniac and whimsical, but she deterred. She was good at what she did and what she did was not so good. They all pictured her as a fearly rabid animal or a skull with a wicked grin, some also pictured her as a fat black man with horns as his helmet, if only they knew what she actually was…. she giggled.

But she never understood the mortals fear against her, why did they despised her so much? The only thing Life offered to them was existence and in return her brother siponed them of their existence day after day until nothing remained, no will to live. Their bodies degraded as the years passed andthe weight of time fell on them. She did no such deal, she simply took them away to a better place…. only if they knew what was after death. But her sister Destiny had forbidden to tell them what happens after Death or Destiny will never be free.

She jiggled her way through the walls and heard the voice at her destination.

'Push, Push, Push…’ the doctors screamed, helping the lady in her labour as the baby made his way into the cruel world. He will be crushed under the gravity and bound to Destiny. Long back Destiny had chained the Rules of the Universe to herself, the sum of lives of all the wretched mortals. But their cunning brother had twisted it on them itself, now the Destiny was chained to the rules. Were to rules chained to her or she chained to the rules, no one could tell, not even she herself. But she said it was her Destiny to be chained to the rule book, so there was no escaping it.

Still if Death will tell people what was in store for them after death, her job would be so easy, but then everyone would want death and that cannot be good.

'Push…. c’mon Push….’ the doctors urged, hoping not to use the ventouse for delivery.

She softly stood next to the mother and the baby, deciding which one should she free of the existence. Her mind manically danced on the halfway body of the baby, a cold shudder passed around as the mother felt the energy drained out.

‘Get the ventouse….quick,’ screamed the doctor attempting to save the baby.

She giggled at the fruitless efforts of mortals, trying to prevent the unevitable, let it go already, she though to herself. Its not that you have succedded so far,have you? Her hands danced on the chest of the mother,who found a new form of energy passed on her body and started pushing the baby.

After an effort the baby was out in the hands of the doctor who was being praised by his fellow mortals.

She liked this part of her job very much, new born babies were her speciality, she knew they would suffer the most once she was done with them. Slowly she walked to the baby, now in the hands of the doctor. She was not greedy at all, not like her Brother Life, who at times send more than one mortals and both were bound to each other. She treated her every mortal with respect and separation.

Her cold hands touched the forehead of the new born baby, the baby could not feel anything…. not yet. Slowly she bend over the baby and whispered the words in its ears, ‘I’ll come back for you when your job is done,’ she said.

The baby started crying loudly in a ear deafning noise. The doctors clapped hard and praised the Lord for the miracle. She walked gracefully from the hospital as gracefully as she came. She has just breathed soul into a fresh corpse, now was time to sipon one out of a tired corpse, so the balance in the universe would maintain.

They always praised the Lord for the miracle of life, not knowing that they are at the mercy of Death even to survive. Deaths job was not to take away souls from the corpses, that was already done by Life and Destiny, her job was to guide them back to fresh corpses giving them second chance to survive the Life. Her brother hated that, so did her sister. But she was as whimsical as any.

It was just another day in the life of Death.

Authors Note: Eh, just a twist in the ideology of millenia. Did I succeed? Don’t know whatventouse is, ask a medical student or worst, ask Google.

[Fiction] The Final Citadel

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 07:26:22 PST

Now

‘Are we not men?’ he asked loudly fallen on the blackened path. The skies were gone forever, now covered with black haunting darkness, ‘Don’t we deserve another chance?’

Some unknown time before
Slowly cautiously he walked in the darkness. For last 500 millenniums he was in the dark, this was nothing different, this was home. Home sweet home.

It was their evil plan, the cruel Gods who engineered the whole thing. Screwed and cunning Indra and his minions trapped him into the worm hole for eternality. They cunningly distributed the nectar of life to the Gods. The poor humans never stood a chance, they were taught since childhood to obey whatever was fed to them, even if it was bad. The humans called it fate, the humans said they were not worthy. Of course, that’s why humans were made, unpaid slaves to do the dirty deeds of Gods.

But when the Gods did the same to the demons, they retaliated. ‘Why would nectar of life be given to Gods only? Why should demons accept the fate? No, we demons who with the help of Demon Guru Shukracharya had reversed death, a feat that even God could not achieve, ‘a wide smile came on his face, overcoming death, that’s how he survived the last 500 millenniums.

His sharp eyes sensed something, sharply he turned around. There was nothing. Obviously this was a plane that rested between the surface of earth and heaven, also dubbed as the 5th dimension, this plane knew no direction, no time, and no space. This was the directly passage between seconds, this was the place Krishna instructed Arjun, this was the plane where Shukracharya was killed. This plane will take him where he wants to be… not where when.

Again a hustle, a shadow crossed him in the distant. This plane knew no geometry, so the shadow could be very close by. Silently he removed his witch blade from its scabbard. The witch blade was stolen from death himself, by a thief in the distant seas. No breathing creature could survive its touch to any of the 5 senses. Whoever was lurking around, had invoked its death and he was doing to deliver it.

The blade glowed blue in the dark waiting for the blood. The witch blade had one condition, if it was removed from the scabbard, it cannot be put inside without blood on it, and doing so would result in the death of its own master for the sword demands blood.

Silently he waited in the dark, like a hunter on the prowl, waiting, listening…nothing. Whatever the shadow was, had gone. He had heard of creatures that used this plane to travel, like the cats. Every time a cat was left by the owner in some distant plane, it would hop on in the 5th dimension and reach home back before the owner.

6 minutes before now
As he stepped into the reality, he gasped at the sight of the massive black hole in front of him. The blade glowed in his hand and he clenched it hard. Nervous he stepped up,

‘It’s not worth it you know…’ Agatya voice boomed from behind.

A few months ago
The theft of witch blade was worrying news at the ashram. The students and the teachers panicked on hearing the news. Inside the ashram behind the secret wall on the throne made of pure mud sat Agatya, calm composite with his head hung low.

‘You are the insurance policy of heavens,’ his mentor silently said, ‘the last hope for humanity…’

‘If I snatch the witch blade, I have to kill its owner…’ Agatya inquired.

‘That’s the rule; you cannot wield it until you give it blood of its previous owner,’ his mentor spoke calm and quiet.

Agatya looked into the eyes of the mentor and closed his eyes.

2 Minutes 49 seconds before now
‘You think this is fair, Agatya?’ Aryasura asked, ‘All this while we struggled to keep the balance of the world in place. Are we not men? Don’t we have any say in it?’

‘Let it go Aryasura, it’s not worth it. The inevitable is here, the final hour of doom is on your doorstep. Do you want to spend the last minute of your life fighting?’

‘Then get out of my way, Agatya, LET. ME. KILL. GOD,’ Aryasura shouted.

‘He is not here; it’s only you and me now at the hour of doom….’

At the next second everything happened in a flash, a small mosquito was flying low, looking for a meaning of its existence, a blade flew past it making swishing noise. Aryasura marched towards Agatya to kill him in a blow; Agatya raised his shield to defend from the blow. A clang and a big spark were emitted.

‘Let there be light…Agatya… its fruitless trying to stop me. Witch blade will stop at nothing and you know that.’ Aryasura exclaimed.

‘And neither will I,’ Agatya, ‘And when I die, another Agatya will come to stop you and another and another. I am a thought that will travel eons to stop you. You have 2 more minutes; give your best shot…’

79 Seconds before now
‘It is over Aryasura, you cannot win, not now…’ Agatya was on his knees red from the blood gushing from his arms. Aryasura looked at his work in pride, he had killed the Agatya, and his name would go down as the person who killed Agatya.

‘I stand in front of you wielding the most powerful sword in the galaxy…’ Aryasura said, ‘I have sliced you into half and your life is ticking away. You think this is fair? One fine day God wakes up and decides to destroy the world? You think Humanity will go down without a fight? No we will not, I stand here representing the 100 millions who have called this planet home. I will not stop until I stop God from destroying the world. He just gave a dusty and rough world; we build a better world than him. We created concrete roads, we created flight patterns, we created bridges better than him, humans are better than God…’

He walked towards the black hole. The ground shook as the reality was sucked into the void, things were pulled towards it. He had 50 secs to stop it, how could he do it?

The witch blade glowed in his hand, yes this was the solution. He murmured the final chant of the mantra; the mantra will bring down the entire force of asura in his blade. He will destroy the black hole in one slice…

Boom, the witch blade exploded in the mid air, destroying the reality with it. Aryasura collapsed.

Now
What happened? Aryasura shook his head as the reality adjusted in front of him. The witch blade had vanished from his hand and so did most of the reality. A small rock lay afloat in the ether giving the final proof of the world that existed before the blast.

‘Are we not men?’ he asked loudly fallen on the blackened path. The skies were gone forever, now covered with black haunting darkness, ‘Don’t we deserve another chance?’

‘Let there be light,’ Agatya spoke from the bloody lips, ‘You were right on one account, God could never defeat humans. He tried hard to build a thing that could destroy the world, but he couldn’t. He was too attached to his creations. But humans are different; we created things that can destroy us. We rage war against each other with some pseudo sense of righteousness. We even fight in the name of God. We dirty our own streets, our own planet just to protect the boundaries that we created ourselves.

You were right, God could never destroy what he created but humans can… and did, you destroyed the reality. Just as any other human weapon, you wielded the witch blade without thinking about its power and so it is, you destroyed the world.’

Aryasura looked at the bloodied warrior speechless, ‘But…’

‘This final bedrock of civilization is spared for you so you may repent of what you did.’ Agatya said, ‘The purpose of life is not to overcome death but to do things that make you prepare for death. The thought that you destroyed everything that you had to protect will be the last sane thought in your head until eternality.’

Agatya closed his eyes for the last time. So did everything else.

P.s. Loved the adventure of Agatya? My own Superhero, read his origin in this story.

From a Fools Cap to a Smart Phone, the journey of a Note

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 10:11:54 PST

The entire course of human history would be different if man had never learned to note down things. Many (mad) scientist believe that there is a coherent rivalry between pen and paper against the ideas. There is 72% possibility of not finding a pen and paper for 83% of the ideas. Which is surprising. Human race since ages has been looking for the solution of single most problem that has been lingering around our society, how do I organize my thoughts, my memories, my world in my palm so that I can live a amazing life without being teetered to one spot.

It all started when billions of years earlier when Mr. Stone was on a killing spree, he killed a deer for the first time in his life and wanted to show it to his son. Sadly, the son was (as usual) playing on his Handy Abacus and not paying attention to the father. When he finally turned around to listen to his father, he could not believe it.
'Pah, you get a deer for 70 gold stones, Dod,' (It should be noted that in those days Dad was refereed to as Dod with an O) said the son getting busy in his Abacus again.

Frustrated, Mr. Stone decided that next time he hunts a deer he will keep a proof for it. This was the true story of how man started noting things on the wall. But they had a problem, their notes where in their house walls. So when recession hit them and their house was given up their notes were lost... forever.

While this was going on, in a very other part of the region were much more evolved than these barbaric cousins. These people decided to note down their entire life on a papyrus paper that could be carried with them anywhere. They invented a complex word called hieroglyphics, which was so hard to smell that they never wrote a hieroglyphics on how to actually spell it. This papyrus paper notes, gave them the freedom to move and hence most of them could make it to the promised land, because hey their notes were with them. But alas, the journey through the desert without a single drop of water was tiring and when it one day rained, the entire papyrus got dissolved and most part of history pe pani padh gaya.

But all this was ancient history, we come forward to Germany when one day a fool kept his cap lying on the block of wood. In few minutes he got the best idea of them all, he designed a paper that was water insoluble (but not water proof) that was lighter than feather (so that would make a amazing visual in ceiling fans ad) and more durable, now all he needed was the ink. He imported the ink from a distant cousin in India (which funny thing was actually China, it is known fact that people mistake other countries for India throughout history) the combination of India Ink on the Foolscap paper blew the world. People maintained diaries, journeys, thick paper, thin paper, photo graphs, all kinds of notes, memos.... and so on and so forth.
Humans started using the paper to write memos, draw diagrams, show charts. They shared knowledge, they shared ideas and kabooom.... Evolution happened and humans reproduced to 7 billion population. But there was a problem, the paper would not go away.

It could not be recycled as it contained the data that was to be preserved for future generations, it could not be destroyed as it was important. The pile of paper stack kept on increasing with every passing generation. These were some, who used green recycled paper to write notes and brain storm but the mess was increasing exponentially day by day. This led to a critical situation, a unsolvable question which has left unanswered by 20 generations of human families.... who will throw out the garbage? Scientist are still working on the question.

Meanwhile, Not only this, the paper is made from trees which are sliced down and chopped to make the paper. So while human was getting evolved poor trees were getting targeted and removed. When the tree falls in the forest, even if no one knows about it, it still hurts.

We are into 600 years of human evolution, shouldn't there be another option to note down things? In the digital world there is never an option for anything there is always an app for it. We have devices that help us take note but none of them give the pleasure of using the Indian ink on the piece of paper, do they? The Smart phones are easy to carry but typing on the screen is not that good idea, the Smart Tablets are easy to type but are bulky to carry. At-least with laptop you can pose as an executive.

Well fret not for I have something awesome to show you and that's just two days from now. Yes, you heard it right, a single gadget to record the hunting incident from the Mr. Stone era, the Same gadget to let his son play abacus. The same gadget to let the Egyptians write hieroglyphs on a much durable platform. Not only can it store up-to 32 GB of data with no mess. Can't believe me see for yourself?

It is not a smart phone, is it not a tablet.... behold the legendary cross between the two, its a Note. Samsung Galaxy Note. I would tell you its features but don't want to for you have to see it yourself.

The evolution of Note has its own story which is as awesome as the story above. The Note is THE device small enough to carry around and sleek enough to do all the things you do on the Tab. Armed with a Capacitive touch pen it can also be used to draw pictures and make important markers. It can also be used to solve the eminent problem of not finding the pen and paper at the precise minute of getting an idea.

True Story.

P.s. Samsung has not paid me to tell you this, however if they like it there is a distant lingering possibility that they might donate this man a note to organize my thoughts and keep posts like this coming.

Top 10 Reasons I am not a Stereotype Indian

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 04:07:26 PDT

Life as it stands often comes back in complete circles and however you may not like you, you have to walk on its circumference. However you may want to distance yourself from anything the thing remains with yourself forever and ever. Now, obviously speaking, looking at the title there must be blood boiling in your rage which party or foreign power did I join in, the one interesting in our politics or our religion. Well, nothing like it. The point is with the rise of social networks there is a rise of phenomenon called the Delhi Boy Complex, when there is some article that brings a mass people to senses, they shout out loud to opposite it and in turn prove it.

So as it turns out, I was hanging around with some old buddies and we were discussing this so-called article by an NRI who left India because of certain reasons. I did agree with him on many points, as in, with the Sardar Jokes and stuff, when my old friend replied, 'Dude, you are anyways born in a wrong country, maybe a wrong planet even....'

That brought me to my senses, I don't mind being born in any country and I am not leaving the country anytime soon (or have no intentions as well), I realized what if the person who causally joked was right? What if I am not a stereotype Indians and by definition of democracy am not an Indian, but a minority who has to struggle to live? (that's just sad cos I don't struggle to live, I actually make others suffer)

The retrospection got me some points with me from which I am nothing the top 10, why I am not an Indian.

I do not swear on the street or for that matter anywhere.
This may be a shocker to many but yes, I have not given those Ma, Bha and other swear words that many Indians pride in giving. I do remember giving a swear word to a person in a verbal brawl in 9th standard but I do regret doing it till date.

I greet Good Morning, thank you to every person who I meet on the way to office.
I see no difference in any office executive, bus Conductor, Office Guard or a janitor. Everyone are doing a job they are assigned to do and everyone has a role in the global chain of events. I don't even abuse or boss over the office janitor while walking.

I refuse to sit in the human pulled rickshaws in the capital of the country.
I have sat in them four times and in the last ride I saw the man very old, nearly the age of my grandfather pulling the rickshaw. That was the last time I saw in the rickshaw, I started walking the streets of Noida or use the dreaded blue line buses (this was year 2008)
I find the rickshaw feudal, inhuman and highly inappropriate. I refuse to misuse the condition of the poor rickshaw puller and tire him to exhaustion.

I do not honk horns on the signal.
Sadly many commuters besides me do not agree with me, they start honking horns as if in some sort of road-rage symphony. I do not join them, however urgent my work may be.

I do not make Sardar Jokes or even forward them.
And for that matter I do not even make Chennai jokes, American Jokes, Jokes on any person (sparing Rajnikant and CID of-course) special not those generalized jokes. If I do like some, I edit the creator to an adjective or a pronoun.
The attempt is not being politically correct but isn't it very bad to stereotype a community and make fun of them? Even the article I have specifically mentioned Stereotype Indians and not Indian, just to clarify.

I have no attraction towards MBA, MS or for that matter any higher studies.

People always keep on saying, do an MBA, do this, do that etc. I have never really understood it and won't ever understand it. I do not even feel attracted towards the foreign universities, in fact in my first technical book I specifically mentioned Pune University to clarify my point.

I do not oppose higher studies, but going for just hopes of attaining the big fat salaries is completely stupid. I joined Comparative Mythology and Liberal Science as my higher education subjects, people always ask what is the future scope for them, I reply, attaining peace and turning a better human being.

I do not use torrents to download stuff.
Many people complain that I am wasting my broadband speed by not downloading things, I do not care weather it is legal or illegal... simply speaking, I won't do it. Nay I refuse to do it.

I am completely open about sexuality.
Yes, I had multiple relationships, Yes I dumped them too not because I wanted them too but because we both wanted different things and I don't want anyone to sacrifice her career for me. I am still friends with 2 of my ex and they share things about everything. And yes I am open about premarital sex.

I do not respect elders if they are jobless and give me advise.
If the elders did nothing in their life, no accomplishment, not even tried for one, just because their hair is grey doesn't mean they deserve respect. At the same time if I do meet a person smaller than me and are trying hard at something or achieving something, I respect them. I respect every person who tries to do something in their life, success or failure doesn't matter.

I do not watch cricket or even cheer for India
For me, cricket is just a game played on the field. I do not understand it beyond that. No, I don't think Sachin is God or for that matter I don't keep fast for the Indian team to win.

It is a well known fact that I do not believe in false pride in the culture and heritage of the country, while the girls are getting raped and children dying but I never thought about this in the similar lines. I have laid out the 10 things that do not qualify me as a stereotype Indian, what are your take on it? Am I qualified to be an Indian? Don't bother to answer, its a rhetorical question.

What is common between Government, Terrorist and Big Corporations

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 13:45:10 PDT

Our societies and corporations are formed by psychopaths and power honchos who love controlling others life by controlling information. What is common between terrorist organization, Government and corporation? They all breed in silence.
In the study of sociology one understands the structure of the organization of a society. There are two types of leaders, one on which leadership is thrust upon and another who rise up to the challenge and 'dedicate' their lives in leadership. The former we call heroes while the later we call politicians. We usually praise the later for they rose up to the challenge, but we ignore one fact, the people who actually rise up to lead are power hungry, psychopaths and mostly feed on negative emotions. Don't get me wrong, I won't say all are bad, yes there are also a few who do manage to stay uncorrupt but not for long.
The draw of power is so powerful, escaping it is not an easy task as it is. Just as the way moths are attracted to lights, they are pulled from different sect of societies to it. They all are a step closer to Hitler, because the real test comes when one is told to leave the power. Do they leave power as easily as they got it? Or do they fight for it? The psychopaths fight for it with everything they got.
The two political world wars this world witness is proof that nearly all the leaders are psychopaths for they draw from the negative emotions of the war. They love the power over the minds of people and the control over the lives. These are the people who will always take the position of leaders.

It is a sad fate that we all suffer from a emotion called jealousy, we agree to get our life controlled due to sheer jealousy. There is no definite proof as how society was formed, but many scientist argue it was to protect the weak. So that even the weak may survive, but is that so? We find the weak on the street begging, homeless, hungry while the ones who agreed to support them are too busy saving others. The point is, the purpose of building society fails, because in a society everyone should be equal else there is a rise in jealousy and rise in insecurity, resulting in the rise of crime.

Society needs funding to run, and the funding should come from the participants of the society. The first income tax was introduced as war tax during wars in many countries. Before that there was no concept of the tax. The justification given was that more money will be taken from the rich and distributed to the poor, but for quality in the secular society poor should also part some part of the income. People agreed because they suffered from something called Robin Hood complex, so what I spend some money, atleast the rich are also paying more. One thing they did not realize was the rich had the money and with it also had the power to control it. So while the poor and the middle class honestly paid the taxes the rich paid the money with terms and conditions apply.

They fed the already power crazy with more negative inputs and direct benefits and as their nature the leaders show no remorse ruining the lifes of many by accepting these negative thoughts. This gives birth to corruption. In a way if we look back, creation of society in itself gives birth to corruption.

But then is there a way out? Yes there is, the government, corporation, just like terrorist organization breed on control of information. The thing that is not out yet in public. They shiver at the prospect of the information that is released, thus resulting into killing of many RTI activists. However, there is a new funny change going in the world as we speak. The Arab Spring rising, the occupy wall street campaign and the India Against Corruption moment are the first little baby steps of this change. They are enough to shake the steel nerves of the silence. Wikileaks has also shown the next phase in evolution. People may call it something else, but yet we are close the end of the world as we know it is near. The change in the air is the change of something big, something different is coming.

Wait for it...

Roses are red, Facebook is blue, Stop poking me before I kill you

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 12:37:10 PDT

One of the many drawbacks of living in a secular country is that you get in touch with people you want to avoid, day in and out. It was still easy before facebook when these people whom you don't want to meet did not know where you came from or where you went.

You could be that someone who lives in a penthouse on top of the building or you could be Batman, climbing on top of the rooftops wearing the costume of a giant bird. No one could tell, you were shrouded in complete mystery. But now it is different, people definitely know you are on Facebook. So at the end of the day, all the person has to do now is sit in his own dreaded computer and hunt for you to send a friend request.

I detest. It is highly impolite to send a friend request to a person you simply shared few ounces of oxygen in the lift, but there is no way you couldn't tell this would you? We have this new range of facebookiyans, just like orkutiyans who are out there to harass you.

Now, if the movie social network is to be believed Mark Zukerberg was dumped by his girlfriend because of which he went into super high tech way of staking her by creating facebook. He succeeded but as with all successful inventions in the world like the nuclear bomb, the telephone or the reality shows during prime time television, the success of facebook resulted in failure of mankind. Through the millions of pages at the speed of 3G network, I realized the horrible after math of facebook in the office lift.

As usual I was patiently waiting for the lift to arrive at my floor and reading interesting tweets. The lift in the office also has a interesting attitude. Whenever I want to go on the fourth floor and I press the button, the nearest lift skips my floor and moves on in complete satisfaction of its achievement.

The second lift which has probably drawn the shortest stick as she slowly reaches and groans and moans as it opens its gates to me. Its as if making me ride inside it will put her into some circle in hell.

I got busy waiting for the lift to turn up at the destination when it happened. This man (who I honestly don't know) came from nowhere.

'Hey dude,' he poked me on my back. Yes, literally.

'Hi?' I asked nervously, unsure if he was a gay with a broken gaydar (as told to me by a gay friend, a telepathic signal that lets gays scout gays).

'How are you man, its been so long time since we met...' he exclaims with the enthusiasm of being lost in the kumb-mela with me and somehow reunited during the climax of the film with no logical explanation, 'You did not accept by friend request.'

I have no idea who you are. I have no idea which place you hail from. I have no idea about anything about you, and you want to be friend?

Friendship is something beyond one click, when will people understand? It is easy to send a friend request, it is easy to accept a friend request, but think about it, with every accept I have to share with you my pictures, that can also include pictures of my female friends, my entire life, my job, my location and everything else. If you are using everything with Facebook people can join 2 and 2 and actually map your entire life. The way you think, the way you behave everything. While all this thoughts were rummaging in my mind he retorted.

'I also poked you so many times,' he said, 'You never do reply....'

Then it dawned on me, he was the person I blocked because he send too many pokes in consequently days. That realization made me realize one more hard fact of life, I cannot block him out in real life without a shotgun.

Oh well, I prefer the old method of just being plain rude, 'I don't have time.' I reply simply.

One fine day of total 2 hours we spend together at the airport and she quickly said, 'We should get connected on Facebook'

'Woah woah, hold your guns, baby doll, shouldn't we take it really slow?,' I replied to her dismay.

It is highly impolite to poke anyone on Facebook before you do announce yourself. Shouldn't there be a 3 weeks rule for sending a friend request? How long does it take for a person to be your friend? One day, two days? Weeks? Months?

Talking about being rude, that day I was busy drinking my tea when a friend puffed a cigarette smoke on my face. Instinctively I flapped my hands hoping the smoke won't enter my lungs.

'Dude thats just rude,' he said puffing another smoke on my face.

I glanced at him in disbelief, if only we could unsubscribe from people we never want in life. Life would not be as easy as Facebooking it, isn't it?

The Story of the Goose

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 09:41:29 PDT

Uddhava knew the ending, this is it. After moving the people from Mathura and winning the war against Kaurava, karma had caught up with his old friend. The blood bath could not be stopped, Yadavas could not be saved. Two days ago, Uddhava was called upon by his cousin on the death bed,

The chariot raced through the muddy streets towards vrindavan. On the back seat clutching tightly to his chest sat Uddhava. Nervous, worried and upset he didn’t know what lay ahead. Events flashed in front of his eyes in his bellowed Dwarka, the blood bath. The entire Yadav clan was dead and with their own arrows.

‘It’s over, my friend,’ Krishna said as he rests his head on Uddhava thigh, ‘Time for me to leave the mortal world.’

‘Don’t say this, brother,’ Uddhava smiled, ‘The vaidyas are trying their best to recover you. Do not worry.’
Krishna smiled, ‘they are bound by the physical realities of the mayavi world my friend, I am not.’
Uddhava feared as much. Being a pandit of many scriptures, including ayurveda, Uddhava knew it was really over.
‘I have one final task for you my friend,’ Krishna said, ‘Go back to Vrindavan and Mathura and tell them, I am leaving finally.’
‘Krishna,’ Uddhava exclaimed, ‘No please don’t.’ Uddhava feared of Radha who was waiting for Krishna in vrindavan, he thought of Krishna’s old father, vasudeva waiting for him to return, ‘How can you be so calm and quiet?’

Krishna smiled and said, ‘Don’t worry my friend; a true master never attaches himself to the physical realms. Learn from the goose, who sits on the water. It enjoys the water completely but does not let it stick to its feather. It knows very well when to enjoy the water and when to fly…’
His thoughts were disturbed by the rock that shook the chariot, the charioteer was also nervous. All of them were. The entire clan, every male in the Yadav clan was dead? There were no survivors, none at all. No children, all were dead, leaving behind a hoard of weeping and crying elders. Last time he had come on this road, it was when Krishna had defeated Kansa. He was always the bearer of bad news, last time the news was, Krishna would never return to vrindavan. Today’s news was even worst. The chariot was the same that carried Krishna away from Vrindavan and it was only fair it should be used to end the final chapter.

What next? Uddhava thought, what would he do next? He had no clue, no survivor had any clue.
The gates of vrindavan were opened far and wide for every stranger was welcome in the pleasant village. His steps retraced as he fumbled to get out of the chariot. He was the learned scholar of all the Vedas, but he never knew how to break the news.

All of the sudden he saw Radha sitting at the banks of River Yamuna, she smiled, ‘What more bad news you bring for me, oh Uddhava….’ She asked simply.
His lips froze, unable to speak. The entire vocabulary vanished from his head. He looked into her eyes and mumbled something that made no sense even to him.

‘He is dead isn’t he?’ she asked simply without even pausing to look in his eyes and busy feeding the goose in the river.

‘How do…’ he mumbled and then paused, she was Krishna’s soul mate and she shared a physic connection with Krishna, ‘Yes,’ he said finally bursting in tears.
All the emotions bottled up in his mind flooded out of the crevasse. His legs gave way and he collapsed on the ground.
‘Do not mourn over the dead, Uddhava,’ Radha said consoling him, ‘Krishna taught me one thing, life moves on. He once freed the snake Kalia from this river and gave him the same lesson to move on, not build a comfort zone. Learn to be like the goose in the pond of Vrindavan. It does enjoy the water but does not let the water touch its feathers.’
Uddhava looked in her eyes, they were sad but had no tears, how could she not cry? She was the soul-mate of Krishna. But her eyes told a different story, they were the same like Krishna. Krishna had left the world physically, but He was with her right now.

‘When Krishna left vrindavan in the chariot, we met at the same river bank,’ she finally said, ‘while leaving he asked me to feed his goose while he was away. I never understood what he was trying to tell me, but finally a few days ago I realized, what he really meant was. He was never going to come back physically; he wanted me to detach myself from his physical sense, so that we can be immortal together forever. I knew when you will return again with another news it would be of his death and I had prepared myself for it,’ she smiled.

Uddhava understood, why his friend had send him here, this was the final peace of puzzle left for him on earth. Krishna never was attached to any physical things, he moved from vrindavan to Mathura and then from Mathura to Dwarka. His true realm was himself, not the cities; his Vaikunth was with Krishna all along. Just like Krishna, life also changes moves, nothing is constant. That is why Krishna never tried to save the Yadavas, because Krishna knew, the time had finally come. Similarly the yuga also would change, a new yuga would come to eradicate the old one.

A new generation will come to mow over the older one, that is the cycle of life. There was nothing constant in the world, there was nothing to keep attached.

As the puzzle finally unraveled in front of him, he finally murmured the words that would be echoed by countless humans across the millennium,

‘You know what that means now, don’t you?’ Uddhava finally stood up, ‘Great perils lay ahead for it is the beginning of Kalyuga.’

Authors Note:

The story is based on Hamsa Gita, the song of the goose, the final chapter of Bhagwat Purana. I have taken poetic liberties to visualize the final scene in Dwapar Yuga. The Gregorian calender date for the event was 18 February 3102 BCE. The story and the setup is fictional, the message is from Bhagwat Purana.

This is the prologue to my Novel ‘Kalyuga’

Suicidal Tendencies

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 22:34:33 PDT

Suicide is overrated. Of course the death of a person is a very tragic day in a persons life. Its like one of those days you cannot miss, like the day you are born, or the day you get your puberty. Obviously death is a tragic thing and many sentiments are attached to it. However the reasons that appear for the suicides are clearly suicidal and due to amplifying the horror of death by million times, suicide appear to be the worst possible case for any individual to be in.

So, this post is in response to the increasing suicidal tendencies in the country. People are finding it hard to cope up with the hardship and hoping that killing will solve the problem.

In one news a student decided to commit suicide, because she could not bear because of derogatory comments made by her boyfriend on facebook. Breakups can be hard, agreed but my most important question is, why was the girl in IIM if she was this.... for want of a better word out of respect for the dead....weak?

In India committing suicide is a crime, so in a way if you die, you actually are in a better place. Because you know alternative is paying a hefty amount for the tuition fees of the local cop son and the entire top level heirachy. Obviously you come in a awkward position, if you did commit suicide for financial reasons.

One good thing about Indian male prisons is, the inmates have not yet explored the possibility of anal sex and so, as far as your moral dignity is concerned it will remain safe, however after than all goes downhill. So if you are committing suicide, it is always best that you have sure shot confidence that you are gonna die, or please don't try. Then again, if people had the sure shot confidence of somethings going to happen, people would not try to commit suicide anyways.

Most of the people committing suicide are college students living in hostel. Well, I do agree with their sentiment, higher education is killing, what did they expect? Higher education during the time when hormones are running faster than the speed of light (oh wait, its neutrons isn't it?) is going to be easy? No way it is not. We still do not officially get playboy to focus on studies and the erotic magazines that are published in India, well, they are more disgusting than erotic. There are two organs in the human body that constantly need the blood flow, please utilize the resources carefully and make sure in time-to-time, brain gets blood flow too. I did write a big post for them,rather for their parents.

Now we move on to farmers. Yes, they also commit suicide, why? They have lost their entire farm to some landlord or they have taken a heavy credit and now due to weather conditions their farms does not produce anything. I would write a big post for them to understand, but many of them won't even read a magazine leave alone a blog.
So to these people, do you know there are agricultural colleges setup across the nation that do constant research on risk contingency plans to save your crops? No, they will better die than approach some of these scholars. They will wait in crowd outside the apartment of Salman Khan when they come to mumbai but they won't at one time step into the agricultural college. What do they want however? The government should give them free electricity, free taxes, free export duty, everything free. But they won't do anything.
During the recent visit to a village, there was a school with complete poster of 'Sarv Shikshan abhiyan' (Adult literacy program) but how many of them actually went there to learn? Some of them decided to go because of free tea and biscuits. How many of them decided to show the document signed by them to a learned teacher in village? The answer is directly proportional to the number of farmers committing suicide

Thats the problem with Indians, we all expect people to bend down for us. We won't climb up for others. With due respect to others who are dead and a lot of slaps for those planning too.

On other notes, there are some people, I honestly believe, should commit suicide. I mean there is no point in them living in the world, and why should they?

Some of these are people who frequently use skin whitening creams to improve the skin tone of their skin. I mean for-God-sake, what is the point in using a face-cream, why not directly use a wall paint of the shade you want. It will apply better.

If it was not funny with girls trying to make themselves whiter than the queen of England (an expression used in pre-independence India), now people are proudly making men whiting face cream. Did anyone forget the old saying of tall, DARK and handsome? It was not tall, WHITE and handsome, was it? Holy cow, no wait, if some product manager is reading this blog they will start making skin darkening cream.

Some other people I sincerely wish should commit suicide are the ones that butter up (chamchagiri) to earn their livelihood and the along with them, the one who take money to do their job. I mean seriously, if you got to spine to complete the thing you are assigned to, there is no point in you living here is there? I know, I know, its a free world and even earthworms live, but, trust me when I say this, earthworms have better self respect that these people do. At-least earthworms help the farmers.

But as they say, we live in kalyug and those who deserve to die is not who I am to decide, whatever I may argue to apply for a shotgun. Lets just hope one stranded soul decides to read this blog before killing himself and comes to his senses.

I don't know when will people come to senses to know that nothing is coming for free for anyone. If you need anything, fight for it, till the last breath. Do not give up the last breath if you cannot fight.

Stay alive,

To the Parents of the Blowjob Generation

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 04:55:49 PDT

Oh what blasphemy have I committed writing the words 'parents' and the 'blowjob' in the same sentence. Maybe this thing was not at all said in the entire indian subcontinent for the past millions of years (the amount of the number of years is directly proportional to the darkness of the saffron color you choose to wear), that is the sentence often heard when this topic edges closer.

The next immediate response is, blowjob generation is not what our culture is and I am going to rotate around a God for a thousand times so that I will wash of the sins of the sons or daughter who committed this crime. Or this ones more funny, this all things are downwind from the America, we and our children have nothing to do with it.

Well, to anyone and whoever had any or all the above reactions on reading the topic, wake up and smell the coffee.

Yes, 80% of the students in Indian metros are getting blow jobs and obviously they are liking it but more than that, they are blaming themselves for liking it. This does not mean we should be prudish to lock them up in chains in the backside of your house. After we are the land of kamasutra, we also are the land of Kalia (Amitabh Bacchan) so eventually they will break free.

So there are obviously two things you can do at this stage, first stop pretending that the kids you had came as a Gods gift like those mythological tele-serials with bad music and even worst special effects. And two, listen to the kids, they are already confused and going into unknown territory and they need the guidance. Trust me, you do not want them to learn from penthouse pets or the playboys, or you will have one frustrated, delusional and confused kid in your house. You don't want that do you?

The idea is to listen to them and to guide them. Did you know sex-ed is not about the many positions of sex? Oh no, trust me as of today a kid of 16 years who uses the internet knows more sex-positions that the writers and publishers of Kamasutra combined. Thats just optimist of me. Sex-ed is primarily of making them understand the complexities revolving around sex.

First, you have to make them understand that sex is a normal part of the human adult experience and there is no shame in it. If you fail in doing that, you are harboring a frustrated sexual predator who if remained unmarried till the age of 36 has likelihood of turning into a rapist or if he is married will resort to domestic violence.

Fathers of the boys should tell them that while masturbating is a good thing that relaxes pressure, getting addicted to it is not good in the longer run, you do not want his thingy turn high in the middle of the conference room in office.

Just stop pretending how awesome or how good your community is and your community relationships are. You are clutching at thin air here if you are marrying of your confused teenagers in your community hoping that on first night they will finally apply knowledge they gained from watching those porn films. Trust me, its not pretty and its not exactly applied physics, where you learn few laws and turn scientist. Its much more of a emotional experience as it is physical, and if I have to tell you that, you clearly are born in the wrong century.

Now hopes that your kids will remain virgin till their marriage is the thing of the past. Obviously if you are part of the community called Khap, what more can I say? You are fine in naming your community khap, thats demeaning in itself.

Instead of trying to beat Nature and God by killing your kids faster than you can produce them, protect them from physical diseases. Then protect them from mental shallowness in case they get dumped or are married off somewhere else.

Finally, if you live in a joint family, the chances of your kids getting molested on a daily basis is normal, (Don't say, oh-no my family is not like that) again I repeat, listen to your Kids, don't just assume anything. These little toddlers are already feeling ashamed of the things their uncle and aunty are doing with them (or worst sometimes even their own father and grandfather) so please, tell them its normal to feel that way. Clear their head and then kick the person who molested them in their nuts.

Any idiot who still things that marriage and sex are related has to wake up. Instead of opening up a complete drama show, picking up bits and bad acting from the great Indian Tamasha shows that air every-night, please understand that at every new generation pops out, they get 5 times smarter that the previous generations. You cannot protect them, you cannot shut down the entire world for them. The best way going forward is to tell them the way things are and trust them when the time comes right, they will make the right choice.

If you don't do this, well, not only your future generations is in trouble of not getting born, the worst case is, they might born with mental defects and looking at the people in India at this stage, I say, the later is more likely to happen.

The Strange Case of Pseudo Engineer

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 13:52:26 PDT

Engineering is a complex business. Engineering is the discipline, art, skill and profession of acquiring and applying scientific, mathematical, economic, social, and practical knowledge, in order to design and build structures, machines, devices, systems, materials and processes that safely realize improvements to the lives of people. Bottom line, Engineering is a complex business. But even more complex are the ways of engineers.

Sadly, we don't leave in the ideal world and people who took up engineering to improve the lives of other people barely manage to improve the lives of their own. Many people proudly state the fact that India is the one of the largest producer of Engineers, however it is a misinformed statement, the real one is India is one the largest printer of Engineering degrees.

It also implies that India is the largest reducer of trees who are killed just so that they can give out to some idiots who can either frame it on their wall or can iron it regularly and maintain it in the file to be carried during job interview, marriage selection and to your distant cousins grandmas funeral.

Such people I call them the pseudo engineer. They turn to engineering in a hope that by getting this degree they will feel smart and people will start listening to them. Sadly, after four years of struggling to understand the things they will never understand in a lifetime, they just manage to pass.

There are two types of pseudo Engineers, one who have nothing and still do not get where they reach, one who have everything and still do not get where they reach.

The first category after engineering ends in some outsourcing industry, call center, ITIS or even the normal IT. Every third engineer you bump in a IT industry nowadays is either mechanical, electrical or electronics. Obviously we need testers and support engineers in IT. Even in the normal computer science and IT branch no one will talk about algorithms, they will talk about delivery, they will talk about deadlines but not a single one will talk about algorightms. Hello, you are not labor class, you are engineer.

The second category are, and ill be a bit blunt here, completely lost like a puppy in a panty store. They first do engineering scoring very good grades, then they go to finish MBA in either finance or HR (I never was fan of MBA so do not know what other branches of MBA are available in the market) finally when the dust settles these Engineers are seen as the team leader in selling insurance, working HR or even sometimes marketing things (I never believed the person on my doorstep was an Engineer and an MBA)

Moving on, there is a group of Pseudo Engineers and their misinformed and brain dead parents, who believe that computer engineering is very easy branch of engineering. I dare them to write a window clipping algorithm in 3 hours and prevent your body from smelling, go on then do it. Or I even dare them to learn the different network protocols for the 'google' site they so effortlessly visit.

Pseudo Engineers are everywhere, someone are getting that degree to get a fat dowry for the marriage, someone are getting their degree to get government contract to prepare those dirty roads. Some are doing it because they believe the engineering degree is going to fetch them money. Imagine their shock when they learn that engineering degree is worthless and what is more important is what they know other than text books. Sadly, nothing.

Engineering was meant to be innovators, incubators, yet one of the largest producers of Engineers in the world managed to make only one car for 1 lakh, managed to make no progress in any other field of engineering. The roads are still messy, the builds still fall. If we had real engineers they would feel proud of the work they did, they would feel proud of the buildings they build, of the software they build. Instead we got a bunch of pseudo engineers, who have nothing else to show that they got a degree and a job that pays their monthly rent.

No wonder we live in Kalyuga.

When life gives you lemons, make milkshake.

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 14:23:34 PDT

The problem with life is, Karma is watching and has a infra red sensor, a motion detector and a more sophisticated technology to spook you out. Usually Karma and Murphy have each other on speed dial and conspire together to bring you down.

It always pays to be in a secular country where all the religions are respected. Specially when Ganesh Chaturti and Id come back to back as if in a race to reach human race. We on the other hand enjoy the two days holiday (much to the dread of entire management) but they end on Thursday and before you want to get yourself soaked in a knee deep in holiday mood there is one final dreaded Friday sandwiched in between the holidays and the weekend.

The Friday smirks, come back to me, let me spoil your mood. Let me give you a lot of work load to the extend that you will be brought back to reality and spoil one holiday mood and prevent you from entering into another. Oh wait, and if I am not enough, the other brother Monday is waiting for you on the other side of the weekend.

And here I thought, Friday was our friend.

Anyhow, so here I was feeling really stupid working on a Friday because anyone who was smart had applied for a leave on Friday and was enjoying in some paradise in some place far far away a super weekend of 5 days, apparently that was everyone but me. Now, in my defense, I didn't realize Wednesday and Thursday was a holiday and by the time my slow brain caught up, most people had left for home town and it was impolite to apply for holiday at the last moment.

So in between two big weekends, I finished my work early on a Friday and decided to head home early. My devious plan was to head for the favorite watering hole and have a small pint (yeah right!!) of water (wink wink) then maybe haunting a few local Ganesh Mandals and eat free prasad (which if eaten in more than 15 places is sufficient for dinner) and finally, head home in the cosines of the bed, the beep of my android and The secret of Nagas by Asmish. If only life would happen as planned, I should have been the number one evil scientist by now.

Yes, the plan was not just ruined it was shaken, stirred, beaten and mixed like some frizzy cocktail and gulped down by karma in one bottoms up. You know its your Karma catching up when your devious plan of going home early are foiled by a little pin piercing your bike tire at the strategic location on the way

Today, I was leaving home early before the sun had set so I finally saw the traffic on the street and decided to take a shorter route (read: A route which I used my telepathic eyes to see and I guessed it would open on the other side of the street) to my destination. Driving on this new route, I saw a cow, a dirt biking track (naturally formed and artificially nurtured by the PWD department) and finally a narrow lane entering into a farm....oh wait, did I say farm? It took exactly 79 secs to realize I had lost my way and this was nowhere leading to the 'so-called' destination. It was a dead end and a dirty one.

I decided to trace back to the source and lo and behold, in the excitement of having something new in its life, the Tyre of my bike hissed a sigh of relief and released all the pressure build up inside in. A flat tire in the middle of nowhere.

To my delight (or horror) a local idiot (possibly) walked towards me,
'Flat Tyre?' he asked.
'Duh uh...,' I had the urge to answer, No I like walking in the mud carrying my bike in my arms.
'Its a pity, these roads are not clean at all, we try hard to clean it but you know... sigh,' he replied walking parallel to me.
Pissed as I was, he kept talking. The only thing giving me strength was the poem of Agneepath I kept reciting in my mind as he walked with me.
'You don't look around this place, are you new here?'
Well clearly this problem was not going to go away, so I politely said no, then I shamelessly mentioned that I took a wrong turn and landed here.
'Oh so you took a wrong turn,' he repeated after me, reminding of my stupidity.
I gave him a nasty look and kept pushing.
'Its sad, how you intelligent people keep doing such mistakes, we illiterates are more wise.'
No comments there wondering, when will he leave me alone. After about two minutes of awkward silence.
'Why are you going that way? You should take the left turn behind to reach the highway.'

I turned back, the left turn was a little distant behind me. I had crossed it 5 mins ago, curiosity pipped in my mind as to why he didn't tell me 5 mins before. He shameless smiled and walked away, making me feel stupid in the middle of the muddy road.

As I turned to leave the dreaded place and connect to the highway, the man walked by throwing some nails as casually as he threw groundnuts there.

I kept mumbling the poem of Agneepath and pushed my bike. The plan had foiled and I reached home at the normal time, the sun had set and I never got to do the things I was going to do. Karma 1. Me 0.

Now time for a rematch.

The Corruption in Ravan's Lanka

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 09:41:48 PDT

Ravan tried hard to instill discipline in his people. He tried hard to maintain peace and policy in the golden land of Lanka. 'We are the richest kingdom ever, don't they see it?' he asked himself, 'if everyone is rich, why is there corruption?'

He kept asking question again and again. Why are the people corrupt? We have strict laws, we have disciplined police service, we have the smartest patrolmen who nab every thieves in the country. Then why do we have corruption?

Watching him agitated Vibhishan walked towards the podium, 'Anything worrying you big brother?'

'Why is there corruption Vibhishan? We have given them everything they want.... why corruption then?' Ravan asked, 'Can't we end it like forever?'

Surpanakha was sitting close by watching a few ants carry the block of sugar to their house, she quipped, 'Ofcourse there is a way to end it forever, I have been telling you since ever. Burn one or two corrupt officers in the middle of the kingdom for the junta to see... fear will make them obey.'

Vibhishan looked at his sister in horror at the thought and turned back to his brother,

'I can't burn my own subjects,' Ravan said, 'What message will that send to others? The king hates them?'

'You are the demon king,' Surpanakha said, 'What is there to like about you? You are not like those sissy Ayodhya people whose prince gave up his rightful throne just for the wishes of a half dead king,' she said simply drowning the ant in the glass of water.

Ravan watched her drown the ant and felt agitated, was he as the king only suppose to impose fear in his subjects? Why would people live in his kingdom then?

Vibhishan kept his hand on his brothers shoulder, 'As a king you need to have faith in your subjects and so should they. Corruption begins when you loose their faith. The prince of Ayodhya gave up his rightful throne to keep word of his father. It was not done because he loved his father well, it was done because if he refused there would be a clash in royal household. Why will the subjects listen to the king if his own son won't? A strong royal family...,' he glance at Surpanakha, who had lost her attention in the talk and was busy in her ants, '... can restore faith in the just king. If we can take some advise from the prince of Ayodya it was, the prince will lead the subjects, not by ordering them but by bowing before them.

As a King, instead of making stringent laws, ask them to have faith in the system. Build the system so strong that no external agent can peak inside it. Only then can you curb the corruption from inside.

His brother only were drowned by the screams of Surpanakha, 'Stupid ants... they all biting me, get away. Shoo Shoo...'

'Stringent law will only create unrest among subjects and will cause a rebellion,' Vibhishan concluded.

P.s. The story is entirely fiction.

P.p.s. Trying my hand on mythological fiction. Views?

Top 10 reasons why you shouldn't buy Samsung Galaxy Tab

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 13:04:57 PDT

As I was crawling the Indivine, I realized that many people are telling the world why you should buy the Samsung galaxy tab and I said, hey what the hell, how many times has someone listened to what you say? In-fact, if I get a penny for every time I ask a person to go jump, i'll be richer than the richest man on earth. So the point is, people don't listen. India is a democratic country and people who don't want to buy a Galaxy Tab also exist, we do respect the minorities don't we? This story is about those who don't want to buy a Galaxy Tab.

So let me get to the point and tell you top ten reasons why you shouldn't buy a Samsung Galaxy Tab

1. You still believe that computer should be kept in one corner and there will be a dedicated time to use it.
Because Samsung Galaxy Tab does everything a computer does, except sits in the corner. It moves with you wherever you go in business meetings, with you everywhere.

2. You like bonding with people while asking for direction in the middle of the street.
Its essentially for you to wait in the middle of the streets before asking directions, obviously with Google Maps, you are never lost. Also it is of no use for you if you go to only one place for last 17 years, so what Google Places enlists all the interesting places around you. You are not interested.

3. You have a habit of flipping pages by dipping your index finger and thumb in saliva
So what the readers hub in Samsung Galaxy gives access to 10,000 of titles, so what it has the functions of pinch zoom, virtual bookmarking etc. you don't have the facility to flip pages by dipping your index finger and thumb in saliva.

4. You prefer to wait for an auspicious hour to check all your mail at once

Its a tradition, I can understand. You first take a proper bath, then have a full meal, comb your hair neatly and then sit on the computer to 'Check email', its a tradition. 20 mins in your personal planner are reserved for Checking email. So what if Samsung Galaxy gives you an optimized view of your email instantly. Its not exactly what you what now is it?

5. You are in love with animated Office Assistant in Office desktop suite
Completely understandable, you love the cute little pin who walks over your document and asks you, 'May I help you with something' Yes you are right. You need the desktop based office, so what if Samsung Galaxy comes pre-loaded with Polaris office that helps you create word document, power-point presentation and spreadsheets on the fly. You will not buy it. Period.

6. A Facebook friend is a Facebook friend, he should not be a phone book friend.
Its fine, so what you are following me on Facebook, twitter, Gtalk and we also share phone numbers. So what Samsung Galaxy comes with a easy to use social hub that integrates all your contacts in one place. Who needs to merge these anyways.

7. Your Walkman has a sentimental values and you still like to change the cassette every now and then.
The classic old ways is the classic old ways. So what if the Samsung Galaxy has a fancy music hub which allows you to access popular and classic songs with artist information, critics review, music review and more, it does not however has the power of playing B side of the cassette.

8. You love your age old, sticky notes organizer... which itself needs organizing, but you love it
A tool that has helped you give so much over so many years. It took you an hour to hunt for the scribe, but you did find the number to that important client it in your organizer and you like it, Who needs the better organizer of Samsung Galaxy tabs, which also directly integrates Google and Facebook calender to the phone calender?

9. The classic old faceless communication is your preferred mode of communication.
If you feel it is completely OK to hide your face while talking. Yes, who needs the high clarity front and rear camera in the phone? Who wants some nice high clarity photos, not you no.

10. You don't need the power of 10.1 inch screen to impress your coworkers.
You are happy with the tiny little phone that simply sits in your pocket doing nothing. It has got no angry birds, no flash support, no power of android Honeycomb, no sleek and light weight design, it has no multitasking, it has nothing.... but it has the digital snake. And you are happy with it. So who cares? You shouldn't buy a galaxy.

So there you go, top ten reason why you shouldn't buy a galaxy but I will. Wonder when will they send it to me?
Let loose my no contest policy for the temping offer of getting a Galaxy Tab.

Can the real patriotic Indian stand up?

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 02:06:14 PDT

Patriotism is the notion that you are suppose to do something for the place you are born in with some presumption that the place you are born in is the best, irrespective of what stats indicate.

The concept of Indian patriotism begins with standing up at the different versions of national anthem as the movie theaters compete with each other and extends with every passing year saluting the national flag on television. It also comes to light everytime there the cricket team comes to play and Ironically very few people cheer for the hockey team, which for some reason, is the national sports.

Obviously every Indian of every caste and religion will get angry when you talk bad about the country.

If you ask who is the most patriotic, most of us will agree the armed forces are amazing for sacrificing their lives for us. Then, if we are talking about arm forces we should also talk about the Indian police service, they also carry a gun and their lives for nation. But then what about those cops who don't get sufficient funds and resort to corruption? Can we say they are patriotic too? What about those who are grilled by the system and forced to do things? Are they patriotic? Is a policeman or an army man going against the country by following orders patriotic or is he patriotic if he does mutiny against the orders for the country?

For a nation to succeed every citizen has a role in it. A citizen who works his daily wages and gives a part of it for infrastructure, welfare and armed forces. People work for 12 hours a day to the brink of their physical exhaustion and still part with nearly 10% of their hard earned money. The citizens even if are not involved in direct life risking for country are at some level risking their life for it. Are they patriotic? Some people do download pirated movies, buy stolen goods and the industry is raging, are they patriotic? Are the parents who pay a lot of donation to secure the future of their child patriotic? Or if they let the future of the child hanging for the country, are they patriotic?

A person who uses his caste certificate to secure admission at much lower score than expected for the profession, how different is he from the person who pays a lot of money for the same seat? Are they both patriotic.

If you love your country and hate its government are you patriotic? Or if you support a government who is involved in scams, are you patriotic? The people who do scams, how are they different from the student who solves previous years question paper or most likely paper to secure good grades? Are the two patriotic?

The thing about patriotism is that you put the country before your personal needs. But then, who actually does that? So baring the armed forces (who in a way are actually payed to be patriotic) can we say no one is patriotic? Or in some crooked form of definition we believe we are patriotic?

The true definition of patriotism is completely vague and blurred and the more I think about it, I get confused. Am I patriotic?

Oh well, lets do one thing that every 'patriotic' indian would do today, leave the definition for another day and wish you happy 64 years of independence.... so to speak.

P.s. Image is my own patriotic super hero called 'Bharat' which I drew in school. Any publishers?

[Independence Day Special] Pis-Aller

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 22:54:59 PDT

“He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well”-John Milton

He was in his nineties now, slow, fragile and nearing death. Still everyday he used to wake up at 6 in the morning and stare outside the window, blankly. They say in his younger days he was more agile, strong and quick, no one knew what he did in his young days, but he did retire rich at the age of 55.
His only son used to visit the old rooms twice a day,

‘Baba, I request you again, come with us in the big house. What is there in this dump?’ his son used to question.

‘I have lived my entire life in this small house, I can’t leave now, there is one final task left son,’ he used to smile, ‘One final task.’

He had sent all the furniture from the room to the new house, but kept himself a bed and the jewel
beaded box.

‘The box has not been removed under the diwan since last 20 years, baba,’ the daughter-in-law use to question, ‘Don’t let the servants, but please let me clean it.’

‘No, girl, there is one last task left…’

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, still he gave no sign of moving from the house.
Finally one day, the son received the dreaded news, his father was on his death bed. Quickly the son collected a jar of sealed Gangajal and ran towards his arrogant dad.

Indeed his father was on death bed, but something had changed. The old beaded jewel box was not under the bed and there was someone else holding his fathers hand.

‘Tough guy,’ the stranger said, ‘So I win, eh.’

His father glanced at the stool in the house and smiled, ‘I wanted you to win so much.’
Son saw on the table, the Jewel studded box lay open and a dusty chess game was set.
‘But you didn’t visit me before,’ his father said, ‘Now I am dying and you came to visit.’

‘I missed you while crossing Germany border. Till that time, we were close to each other’

‘So, essentially, I win,’ his father smiled.

‘For twenty years you were waiting for me, that is something,’ the man said, ‘You know if someday they wrote a book on our chases, they will have the biggest mental battle of the century.’

‘I know,’ his father smiled, ‘We were really close. I foiled your plans and you cut mine. I always wanted to close the loop on you. The big guys last dying wish.’

‘Obviously, you couldn’t let me retire could you. Even thought all of the others were executed and killed, you stayed fresh and on my trail,’ the man fumbled in his pocket.

‘Think about it, that time those 8000 Rs was such a big amount for us,’ his father said coughing twice.

‘Yes yes,’ the man looked around the room, ‘You haven’t changed the rooms at all. It was just like this for so many years.’

He looked at the conversation from the window and knew something was amiss. Something left.

‘So,’ his father finally said, ‘Where is it?’

The man took a deep breath, ‘You know I could kill you here and now,’ he quickly removed the pistol from his pocket and held a locket in other, ‘You have nearly ruined my life with all your plans. You are just like him, plans, plans, plans.’

The son immediately ran to the door to protect his dad, but realized it was bolted form inside, a loud noise filled the room and he had to return to his watch post near the window, prepared to shout for help, but instead he saw something different.

His father was standing erect and fresh as a teenager over the dead body of the stranger, he was carefully wiping the blood from his knife. With a sudden surprise he saw his son standing at the window and smiled.

‘Azad always used to tell me, a soldier never relinquishes his weapon,’ his father calmly said as he collected the locket from dead mans heart, ‘Son, my part in this life is over. Help me clean this mess will you? I am no longer as young as I used to be’

Astonished, speechless he watched his father lift the dead and put him in the body bag.
‘There are people both high up in the government and lower ground beyond the law who wants this man dead since last eighty years. The part of my past which I shared with no one,’ he pointed to the unfinished game of chess lying in the dust on the stool.

‘The game began on August 9 1925, when a message was passed among us young rebels that the down train number 8 traveling from Shajanpur to Lucknow was to be looted at the station of Kakori. While all the rebels joined this game, one man decided to act out a bit selfish and stole few bags for himself.’

His father cleaned his hands and face, ‘We were trained by Chandrashekar Azad to execute plans and this plan was in work since last eighty years. We could not immediate catch him because he went to London with some ships taking his booty with him and started a Indian Spices business there. Chandrasekhar Azad gave me the task of tracking him down and so I did. I chased him from continents to continents, but when I reached him, I realized his business had grown big and bringing him down alone was not enough. I had to check mate him and bring down his empire. So I planned, just like the freedom fighters, to bring down an empire, his empire, his entire life. The game lasted for fifty years which brings us down to this…’

He removed the locket in his hands, ‘He realized I was hot on his trail and I kept burning his resources so he came after me. Your elder sister was killed by him to teach me a lesson, he kept her locket as a rememberence, but all the young rebels had already accepted the fact that we can’t have proper family. I continued countering his every move.. when finally 20 years ago, I destroyed his empire completely. But he vanished, we all were trained for that, to vanish forever and I knew I couldn’t trace him now,’

He pointed at the dead body on the floor, ‘But I didn’t have to, I knew he would come out of his rat hole, now that his life was destroyed and he thought I am on death bed. So I passed on the wrong information of me dying. And simply said, I win.’

His father walked towards the game of chess and played the final move, ‘He forgot that these bones strengthened when we took down the entire British Industrial Empire, they are not going to rot so easily.

I do not blame him, we all were young, hardly 18 and were exposed to these foreigners who treated us like dirt. He wanted to grow large and he thought of the best way to do it…’

His father calmly crossed over the dead body fallen in the middle of the room and dialed for the cops.
They would come and inquire and then receive some high profile calls, the case will not stand against any judge. Who can convict a 90 year old man of murder?

His father closed the eyes of the dead man,’… he just chose the wrong men to betray.’

“Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.”- Samuel Johnson

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All characters in this story are fictions. A tribute to all the greatest freedom fighters of all time. May their soul rest in peace and we preserve what they died to achieve.

Facts: On August 9, 1925, the Number 8 Down Train travelling from Shahjahanpur to Lucknow was approaching the town of Kakori (now in Uttar Pradesh), when one of the revolutionaries pulled the chain to stop the train and overpowered the guard. It is believed that they looted money-bags belonging to the British Government Treasury from the guard’s van and escaped to Lucknow while not a single Indian was looted. Following the incident, the police started an intense manhunt and arrested several of the revolutionaries involved. Bismil was arrested on September 26, 1925 and Ashfaqullahkhan was arrested ten months later.

Pis-Aller is french word for the last resort or the last move. Used in chess when all your resources are burned, using it means either you win or your die.

P.s. Happy Independence Day.

There is a 27% Aarakshan (Reservation) for intelligent thoughts in the Brain. Most of it goes vacant.

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 23:15:37 PDT

Reservation is a funny thing, everyone wants it, everyone fights for it and after standing in the line for 2 hours to get the caste certificate, after proudly getting admission in the most premiere college in the state for 10% less than cutoff and after carrying the responsibility of 300 years of misery and slavery of the entire tribe, the candidate walks the shallow halls of a professional college, only to realize, he was hoodwinked.

His entire caste told him this was the path to success, the sure-shot way in which the upper caste earned money but here, there is nothing. Nothing at all, shallow halls that remind him that he was nothing compared to everything in place. When it comes to earning the right, there was no caste system. Everyone was and is miserable.

The upper caste remained upper because the lower caste never thought otherwise and now 300 years later when he got the chance to make it right, he realizes it is a long way to go because the essentials of why the upper class was upper was because the lower class was lower. Is it too confusing?

For a hero to be a hero, we need to first find out who is the villain.

On a nefarious Saturday my destiny provoked me to take the journey from Pune to Mumbai in a ST bus. Now for those who are unfamiliar with the history of ST bus, they say it was first invented by the Devil himself to give a tour of hell to the new comers. The torment of seeing was a bit bearable by the torture incurred by the mode of transport itself. But then the bubble of the evil industry burst and the credit rating of hell fell, so finally the devil had to sublease it to Maharashtra and thus the evil instrument came to the biggest state of the country (namesake).

Now, why would I choose such a horrible means of transport? For one reason, I woke up late and missed all the decent (travelling by 6:15 train, jam packed with crowd and eating unhealthy vada-pav at lonavala) mode of transport and I couldn't wait for the luxurious yet costly volvo bus. So the best (or should I say worst) option chosen by my inferior mind was the ST bus.

Early morning, I had just consumed the dirty muddy water, which the vendor convinced me was tea for 3 Rupees. After cursing the man for spoiling my taste I climbed the over crowded bus and realized one hard fact of India, it is too much crowded. Hoping that Abhishek Bacchan would have a better chance at population control over terrorist, calamities and public welfare division, I, using the agility of a commuter, grabbed the second last seat near the widow.

It was around 10 minutes later, a man walked towards me,
'It is my seat, I have reserved it....' he said.
I was pretty sure, this bus was not the reservation kind of bus, 'What? Excuse me?'
'This is my seat, don't you have manners? You are occupying my seat....'
'Excuse me, how is this your seat? This is not a reservation bus, this bus has finders keepers system, you keep the seat you find....'
'You won't agree...' he lunged forward and pulled a dirtier-than-the-car-wash-cloth hanker-chief from the seat and pushed it on my face. It was smelling.
'This is my hanker-chief, I threw it on the seat from the window, this is my seat...' he claimed.
I stared at him in disbelief, then I stared at the hanker-chief in disbelief and finally I turned at the seat and burst into hysteric laughter.
'You find this funny?' he asked looking at me. I really though this was some hidden camera gag played on me.
'You mean, you are serious? You dropped in a hanker-chief from the window and now this is your seat?' I asked making a straight face and trying to control laughter.
'Yes, I am serious....'
'So if, hypothetically, you sit here with your wife and I throw my hanker-chief on her... would that mean, hypothetically....' I let him complete the sentence.
'Why you....' he started gearing up, ready to fight but the moderator of it all, the bus conductor meddled in and sounded the ultimatum, 'Stop this bickering or get down...'

It was funny to note that despite the seat next to me was empty, he did not occupy it, nor would he let his wife occupy it. Oh well, I enjoyed the rest of my journey watching the scenery on the rain washed country side of Pune.

Just so you know, I have reserved your place to comment on this post, do not let it go waste.

Its friendship day today and with great friendship comes great responsibility of picking up the hotel tab, do not forget, Happy Friendship Day.

The many layers of stupidity

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 11:58:45 PDT

In general, the human race is entirely stupid, that much is clear since the beginning. Obviously, we believed in the fact that God has Human traits and we are given a clean chit to drill holes in the land we live in to burn the dark liquid that comes out for a fruitless efforts in going places in less time. For some reason, covering distance is important for us. Anyways, the point being, Human race is stupid, as a offspring of this race I do not pride myself of the stupidity of my ancestors but scientifically document the layers of stupidity of the human race in hope that someday there will be an alien invasion to remove us all of misery or worst, finally God will decide to step down to talk to those idiots who believed it was ok to steal a bike and confession for forgiveness. During that time, my catalogue of Human stupidity also refereed to as blog can be a book of judgement on which we kill people.
Anyways, that's just a dream.

Coming back to human stupidity. if there is something that can outrun the stupidity of the entire human race it is in form of the Government. As Heath Ledger rightly said in his legendary character the Joker, 'Little people trying to control their little world.'

Once upon a time a few jobless people came together and saw the prosperity around them. They were sad, because generally talented people around them were happy. So they decided to tell the people how generally their talents are at risk and there are robbers lurking around. The talented people got scared and asked for the solution. The jobless people simply smiled, 'You don't worry, Oh talented people, just give us our cut from your happy lives and we will protect you from all your fears.'

This was the true story of the worlds first Government. Although not exactly a true story, but you can call it a true story in some parallel universe.

So just heard the news Indian government is at it again (although I could not confirm it) after the release of film 'Singham', allegedly, file sharing files like megaupload, rapidshare have been blocked. Although the though is really nice and creepy the move is entirely stupid and pointless. Its like closing the tap water to prevent the flooding of the river. I have already been very vocal against downloading pirated films but putting a blanket ban on sites is something very very stupid move. A person who wants to access these sites can very well do it using a proxy server (in which case IP is also not traceable) also one of the biggest flaw in this judgement is, these sites do NOT provide pirated films. No one is going to download a 3 hour film over http, a 3 year old kid is aware of it, but not the government. So essentially I find this order stupid, yet the John Doe order on the Movie Shingham may be a bit valid, only time can tell.

There was also a case in the court some dude put on the movie Delhi Belly, just when we thought censor board has finally got some sense, some person in Lucknow sent a legal notice over the use of abusive words 2 weeks AFTER the film was released. The premise in the law suit given is that the abusive dialogues are indecent, immoral... however no one is sending a legal notice to entire state of New Delhi where abusing is just a way of conversation.

My friend was telling me, 'You know it was much better in older days, when the wives were kept under your thumb and the male was on top of them. Look at my village where woman do not even take the husbands name in their mouth.'
'Well I don't see why it is such a big problem....' I replied carefully chewing the nibbles of rice, 'You get a chance to live your life, its only fair she gets it too...'
'You don't know, you won't understand, you are not married yet,' he came back, nowadays this word is coming up too often, as if not being married is some sort of crime as well as a moral lesson in life, 'Woman if given freedom will start eating off your hands. They should be kept under the thumb... it was much better in olden days...'
'But if that is the case and you feel it such a big problem.... why did you marry in first place?' I asked simply.
My hypothesis was if the man was having so much problem in giving the woman her freedom, why bother marrying one in first place. Simple, stay single.
'Haan as if that's an option....,' he said as if I said something that will cause the world to end next day. That time I realize the biggest problem, in India, you have no option of NOT marrying. The ambition of an average Indian is to produce babies, yet China dominates us in world population... there also we could not succeed. If a man dominates its fine, if a woman dominates she is labeled as a.... let me refrain from use of bad words. Well, as I always say there is no cure for stupidity now.... is there?

There is no limit for people who try to poke their nose in others affairs or people who validate their existence by ruining the life of others or even their children for the better good, or those people who still believe in religion and the promised land and of-course there is no cure for them, but I sincerely believe publicly flogging one or two can actually be an incentive for others to act less stupid.

My father always told me wise words, stupid people are there in abundance in this world by son, simply don't do that. Instead learn to Shepard them because there is always a job opportunity got the Shepard than the stupid.

The Mirage of Information Control

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 08:21:42 PDT

The problem with having an open mind is every person with a opinion feels it is his mandatory duty to come and put up a sign board in your mind of his ideologies. There are those who feel it it their birth right to tell me how wrong am I to say that Kasab deserves a free trial or how wrong am I to stop at a traffic signal at the dead of the night.

Whatever the ideologies, I simply smile at them and put my hand on their shoulder. Its as simple as that.

With the recent sad event of bomb blast in the city, people had a general opinion about one common thing. Some people said, it was Kasab birthday. Some said, the Government should start doing something for the state and to begin with Kasab. There were many, many forwards the social network took on the name as if Kasab was the epicenter of all the terror activities in the world.

With the news storming around and the confusion about Kasab birthday, there was another little news let out by a high prolific leader he claimed RSS can have a role in the bomb blast and a possibility cannot be denied.

The news reports of these people actually are very similar to those of Ku Klax Klan. The story of Ku Klax Klan is as follows,. Ku Klax Klan was formed after the end of Civil war by former six confederate soldiers in Pulaski, Tennesse.

They began with harmless midnight pranks, like riding horses through the countryside and troubling people. Then slowly it evolved into a multistage terrorist organization designed to frighten and kill slaves. In 1872 a pledge of the true aims of the Klan was spelled out, "By force and terror, to prevent all political action not in accord with the views of the members, to deprive colored citizens of the right to bear arms and of the right to free ballot, to suppress the schools in which colored children were taught."

In a stark irony, the Klan when almost dormant soon after the pledge echoed until 1915, it was revived of its sleep. In 1920, it has 8 million active members. At the onset of World War II and the rise of Hitler, public opinion against Klan turned completely negative and the message of separatism was prominent in their works. The already struggling Klan went out of existence. 30 years later a 300-foot white cross was burned on the stone mountain. It was a clear message to colored citizens that the war ain't over.

Stentson Kennedy was a folklorist who traveled to distant villages and collected folk stories. One trip led him to exposure of a work of the Klan in the distant village and he realize, there was no enough evidence against them. The Klan worked their game by keeping the secrets close to their heart. They distilled fear through control of information, similar to what the modern politicians do. He decided to 'expose' klan of their activities and set out to collect the information.

However one thing neither he knew, nor the researchers back then, that by the time in the mid-1940s Stentson Kennedy was trying to bust up the Klan, it really didn't need to do any violence. Most colored citizens were already under the threat of the Klan and they simply obliged. The Klan that was actually exposed was a sadist fraternity of men, who just needed a place to vent and an excuse for occasionally staying out all night. Thus the Klan was nothing but a mirage of Information.

When we look at the current news at RSS, I am of personal opinion that the same history is being reported. The top congress brass with his exposure about some sorry old men, who are indulging in politics and few young men who actually need a purpose in life. RSS had their days of glory, yes I do agree. The bloody history of RSS is known to all, but that was before independence, the new RSS part 2 is not even seen in news or any updates anywhere. Infact RSS is a world heard in speech of rivals nowadays, rather than the actual news about them. Here we have to ask our-self? Are we the victim of information control.

Now, coming to Kasab, is a lone surviving gunman really the face of terror for everything that happened? Is he also the victim of control of information through? The man who was told to walk into an unknown land carrying a gun at the promise of some amount of money? He is already contained, can someone believe that to keep him we need 2 lakhs per day, if it is true, we need to find out exactly why we need 2 lakhs per day to keep an unarmed man alive in a 4 by 4 prison cell. Do we surround him by a circle of elite guards? Or do we use those star wars lookalike laser prisons with all the electricity.

The control of information is the fundamental policies in any political game. The oldest rule of the land is, show them the villain and they start worshiping the hero. The control of information is how societies are formed, but this control of information also gives us a sense of fear or the sense of safety when there is none. It is a mirage that maybe good for the benefit of few but is very very bad for the greater good. For a truly liberal society we have to see beyond the mirage of information control.

Why Janlokpal is a bad idea and why India needs it.

hi5@sidoscope.co.in (Siddhesh kabe) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 09:58:11 PDT

Whenever someone comes to me with the idea of signing the janlokpal bill, I pity at the person with such a sweet and innocent hope that one document is going to solve the problem haunting India for last 200 years and more. Yes well, I don't believe that janlokpal is going to solve the problem anymore than the reservation is actually going to help any stupid backward class person grow in life.

When we look at the whole world in general, there are many skeptical views on janlokpal bill. True believers will go to extreme length forwarding emails to everyone asking them to sign some petition against the corrupt people. The skeptics will then go and ask questions like what will happen if the lokayukt is corrupt etc. etc. etc.

Both these arguments as they amuse me, they also are a cry for help. People are frustrated about corruption and the way it is affecting the country and want to do something about it. People in initial stage of frustration are still having the hope that satyagraha and Janlokpal can actually solve this problem. People in the final stage of frustration have completely given up hope and believe nothing can be done about the corruption and the lokayukt also will become corrupt.

One fails to understand a very fundamental question on corruption, who are corrupt? and why are they corrupt?
These corrupt are people, people like you and me who have walked up there and caused corruption. Then can we say the entire humanity is corrupt? Let us give up hope and dissolve all the systems then.

Researcher and economist Adam Smith, who did a research on cheating and documented them in the theory of moral sentiment, argues that human beings are generally 87% honest. A man can resist the temptation of doing something bad 87% of the time, the factors affecting his moral decision are festivals, environment (weather condition) and in general position of power.
If we believe in what he said, then a serious question hits us, exactly why is it than that we see this new surge on corruption in this country? A article in the book freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner actually provoked this post mentioned the information imbalance. What made this politicians and ministers rob us for the last 40 years was that there was no way the information was made public. The only channel of information for these cases to come out was mass media, which apparently was already inclined to certain political masters. I won't call the media bias for they simply wished to survive. News channel is not a social service, for a smaller fish to survive you have to join the league of a larger fish.

So what has changed now? The information imbalance was taken care of by the internet if we look at the statistics of usage of Internet in India we see out of 1,173,108,018 population, 100,000,000 are on the internet (source: Source: http://www.internetworldstats.com/asia/in.htm). The internet is trying to change what we see

Here again we come to the core point, then what does this all mean? Simply speaking, Janlokpal is come up with a magic formula, implement us and be free of corruption forever.... bullshit. Janlokpal is going to create a hyper mess of things than they are already in the market. Janlokpal is doing what many millions of others did before them in ponzi scheme, job frauds or even chit fund schemes use of human sentiments and emotions for benefit of their own. Why Janlokpal is bad? There are thousands of skeptics out there, I am not one of them, I won't talk about it. In one single line, you cannot remove the flaws in one system by creating another system perpendicular to it.

Then why do we need Janlokpal? For the same reason, we need a traffic cop despite of traffic signals. The concept of janlokpal maybe flawed and all, but never before has the entire population risen up-to something. The flood of the emails and chain mails that are spamming the inbox to join Janlokpal over something is good. People are at-least doing something about it. The corruption monster was sowed by the student who solved previous exam papers for the likely questions to come in exam or by those who paid 100 rs to the police because they didn't bother as they earned 30,000, it was sowed by those who decided that accepting a tip for your service is valid and now the fruits have reaped in a way that someone other that those who sowed the seeds are making fruits out of it.

Janlokpal is again a catalyst for the change that is coming, it simply increased the speed of the distress among the masses. While I don't believe it is going to help fix the current problem, but the two systems(democracy and lokayukt) can nullify each other giving us a cleaner system and a better system.

A system we let rot and corrupt.

P.s. These are my views entirely and are NOT supported by any organization, individual or person. You may feel I am wrong, which is understood, however I expect you to observe moral code of conduct in your language in comments as it is on a public forum.