There is friend of mine, whom i had met first during my college years at Vallabh vidyanagar. This guy was really different from the rest and with a great sense of humour . Just a couple of days back , i was searching for his name on a search engine and found some interesting stuff on his homepage .
These are some of the things that I found there! :
"The past will not forget and the future will not remember." - lyrics to some song , don't remember the singer.
"Life" - self explanatory!
"Still waters run deep" - a friend told me that this applies to me.. maybe it does..
"Life is like that" - a article in Reader's digest.
"Shit happens" - Forrest Gump. Nothing to add to that one.
"I am who I am" - God to Moses. True enough
"Absolute honesty is over-rated. The best you can do is be honest to yourself" - me! I try to follow this one.. most of the time.
"When in Rome.. do like the Romans do" - Rules of adaptation. "Whatever.. This had been my response to anything ever asked probably at some point. To quote myself on why i say this.. "profound yet ambiguous". In retrospect, perhaps not the best response but life is too complicated to figure it all out, so whatever ... :-D .
"No!" - very important. Especially for the nicer people to learn. We would like to believe that we can help everyone and do everything but in reality, there is always a point at which the only answer is "No!" ..
"No one ever survived life" - alternative form of " The grim reaper cometh!" :-)) "You couldn't buy me for all the money in the world.. and you could own me for a friendship" - hmm.. doesn't sound too poetic but thats life..
"There are 10 men out there who can beat me coz' they are more talented than I am. But I will win because I can endure the most pain." - Steve "Pre" Prefontaine , distance runner sometime in the 70's.
"Money is a worthless use of paper.. when you have it" - hmm.. i guess that's an original by me too !
"Nothing in this world.. ( or any other world !) is worth crying for. Absolutely nothing!"-- There isn't anything that I can think of worth crying for... not even true love! ( actually I would be the happiest person on the planet if found my true love at all , even if i lost her forever later... ) "Everything ends".. good times, bad times, time! & even Eternity!. Alternative way of expressing that .. "Every night has a dawn & every day has a dusk".
"It will happen...someday" This is one of the "still alive" thoughts that I have.
"My world is a scary, confused exciting weird ,animated etc... in other words just mine ;-)".
"The approval I most crave for is my own"... living life by my rules. "I don't believe I need to justify anything that I do, to anyone on this planet as long as I can justify it to myself".
"Talent is over-rated too.. To win you just need to have enough will to get to the finish line". "Life, Money & Ideas" - I came up with this in one of my classes. Those are just words... and a whole lot of thought. "........."
Silence.. :-)) Hope you survived that.... If you feel faint or dizzy.. take a deep breath, close your eyes and close the window!
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Tsunami tidal waves causes havoc
As you are aware, the deadly Tsunami waves triggered by a huge under-the-sea quake has resulted in a great loss of lives on the south-eastern coast of India. In this hour of need, we must leverage our resources to help our community in every way we can.
Many indian relief organisations are organizing immediate relief measures to those affected by this catastrophe.The organization where i am currently employed IBM , India is proactively working on this . As the first phase of relief measures we are organizing, IBM Club drop boxes will be mobilized at key IBM locations for its employees to donate clothes, blankets, utensils and medicines. A detailed note on this will follow.
In the past, during the Gujarat Earthquake, IBM has leveraged its technology expertise to help in disaster of such magnitude.Its already in talks with the Government to determine the support required. It is also in the process of identifying the appropriate relief agency for the financial contribution.
I urge each of you to support this initiative. This reiterates our commitment to our community and is a way of living our values.
Many indian relief organisations are organizing immediate relief measures to those affected by this catastrophe.The organization where i am currently employed IBM , India is proactively working on this . As the first phase of relief measures we are organizing, IBM Club drop boxes will be mobilized at key IBM locations for its employees to donate clothes, blankets, utensils and medicines. A detailed note on this will follow.
In the past, during the Gujarat Earthquake, IBM has leveraged its technology expertise to help in disaster of such magnitude.Its already in talks with the Government to determine the support required. It is also in the process of identifying the appropriate relief agency for the financial contribution.
I urge each of you to support this initiative. This reiterates our commitment to our community and is a way of living our values.
Tsunami tidal waves causes havoc
As you are aware, the deadly Tsunami waves triggered by a huge under-the-sea quake has resulted in a great loss of lives on the south-eastern coast of India. In this hour of need, we must leverage our resources to help our community in every way we can.
Many indian relief organisations are organizing immediate relief measures to those affected by this catastrophe.The organization where i am currently employed IBM , India is proactively working on this . As the first phase of relief measures we are organizing, IBM Club drop boxes will be mobilized at key IBM locations for its employees to donate clothes, blankets, utensils and medicines. A detailed note on this will follow.
In the past, during the Gujarat Earthquake, IBM has leveraged its technology expertise to help in disaster of such magnitude.Its already in talks with the Government to determine the support required. It is also in the process of identifying the appropriate relief agency for the financial contribution.
I urge each of you to support this initiative. This reiterates our commitment to our community and is a way of living our values.
Many indian relief organisations are organizing immediate relief measures to those affected by this catastrophe.The organization where i am currently employed IBM , India is proactively working on this . As the first phase of relief measures we are organizing, IBM Club drop boxes will be mobilized at key IBM locations for its employees to donate clothes, blankets, utensils and medicines. A detailed note on this will follow.
In the past, during the Gujarat Earthquake, IBM has leveraged its technology expertise to help in disaster of such magnitude.Its already in talks with the Government to determine the support required. It is also in the process of identifying the appropriate relief agency for the financial contribution.
I urge each of you to support this initiative. This reiterates our commitment to our community and is a way of living our values.
28th december 2004
When I was in second grade, one day I was daydreaming in class, thinking about Superman and how powerful he was. Even then I wanted to fly, or at least meditate upon the glory of those who could. My beautiful dream was interrupted by a sudden, powerful shaking and rumble. The rumble sounded very much like the cranky dissonance that came from the garbage truck that toured our neighborhood each week and compacted everyone's throw-away things. My mind dealt with the anarchy of my oscillating surroundings by combining the two thoughts that had most recently resided in its nether regions. The only reasonable explanation was that Superman had driven a garbage truck directly into the wall of our school, and thus caused the horrible shaking. Seconds later I rolled into a fetal position on my knees with my fingers interlocked on the back of my head. I observed at close range the carpet underneath my desk. I have always been well trained and cool under the pressure (or so I believe). Why could he fly like a bird and yet not know how to drive a garbage truck properly? It took me then, as it still takes me now, a few moments to separate reality from fiction. The reality was that this was the first Earthquake that I "participated" in. The damage had been done. My adrenal glands had released their cargo and my pupils dilated. My still forming brain, which knew nothing of death and suffering, enjoyed the sensation. That would be the first of many earthquakes that I would "ride" with excitement.
28th december
When I was in second grade, one day I was daydreaming in class, thinking about Superman and how powerful he was. Even then I wanted to fly, or at least meditate upon the glory of those who could. My beautiful dream was interrupted by a sudden, powerful shaking and rumble. The rumble sounded very much like the cranky dissonance that came from the garbage truck that toured our neighborhood each week and compacted everyone's throw-away things. My mind dealt with the anarchy of my oscillating surroundings by combining the two thoughts that had most recently resided in its nether regions. The only reasonable explanation was that Superman had driven a garbage truck directly into the wall of our school, and thus caused the horrible shaking. Seconds later I rolled into a fetal position on my knees with my fingers interlocked on the back of my head. I observed at close range the carpet underneath my desk. I have always been well trained and cool under the pressure (or so I believe). Why could he fly like a bird and yet not know how to drive a garbage truck properly? It took me then, as it still takes me now, a few moments to separate reality from fiction. The reality was that this was the first Earthquake that I "participated" in. The damage had been done. My adrenal glands had released their cargo and my pupils dilated. My still forming brain, which knew nothing of death and suffering, enjoyed the sensation. That would be the first of many earthquakes that I would "ride" with excitement.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
A Game of poker
The table was a perfect square. My fingers kept brushing over the unblemished green felt of its surface in the same manner that one brushes their toes lightly across a thick shag carpet after a whole day spent on one’s feet. Sometimes simple things feel so good, especially when they are tactile. That would be the last simple moment in that whole crazy night. The three other men that were now approaching the table had never been even remotely associated with the word "simple." All three were conundrums wrapped within enigmas and thrust squarely upon me in the form of a riddle that evening. The room was dark. I should correct myself however. I just assumed it was a room, but really I could see nothing beyond a distance one foot from the table. It’s as if reality just faded away on all sides of that table with its four chairs. Maybe it wasn’t really a room but just some place that exists beyond a poor writer’s ability to describe. As the three men sat down, I nodded to each of them. They had come to play some no-limit poker. They had somehow heard that I was a decent player. If they had bothered to look under the table they would have seen my knees quivering.
To my left sat Jack. He was dressed in the finest Italian suit that a tailor ever sewed for a man. Had I all the money in the world I could not be made to look that good in a suit. His appearance was flawless. I silently guessed that he had gone for a haircut immediately before arriving at our table. Jack however had not a hint of arrogance to him. He was confident without thrusting that confidence upon others. He took care of business. In real life (away from our table that is), Jack was a genius. He retired as a five time Jeopardy Champion back during the days when contestants were limited to a mere five appearances. He also had a Nobel Prize in Economics, and rumors on the internet said his IQ was hovering just above 250. I researched all this before playing these three gentlemen. I always study a situation before I enter it. I decided it was time to break the ice and make casual conversation.
“Jack, what role do you think Nitrogen played in the biogeochemical cycle just prior to the rise of Oxygen on the Archaen Earth?”
Jack looked directly at me and paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered that he had left his oven on at home. Then he answered.
“I think it depends on the availability of fixed Nitrogen in a presumably methane atmosphere. If there were a lot of chemoautolithotrophic bacteria around, then the products they excrete would hamper the production of fixed Nitrogen for use by the Earth’s biota. Hey, do you have any pretzels around?”
I reached under the table for the pretzels and additionally the wasabi covered soybeans that I like so much. They are good for you but still carry a flavor of danger. I am not really smart enough to know if his answer made any sense. It sounded reasonable though. Usually I find if a person’s answer seems reasonable it is best to move on rather than make a fuss just to sound equally smart. I continued casually conversing with him first about the Tokogawa Shogunate of feudal Japan, and then about the politics of Lesotho in post-apartheid South Africa. I was not neglecting the other two men. They were both on their cell phones. The game wasn’t scheduled to start for another fifteen minutes.
I decided then that everyone should want a friend like Jack. There aren’t enough intelligent conversations in the world anymore. Without enough people around to open your mind, what’s the point of it all anyways? This guy knew his stuff, and talking to him I could feel myself becoming smarter, even if only while at that table, and only for this one night. Jack’s phone rang and he excused himself from the table for a moment and disappeared into the darkness to take the call. I hope it wasn’t the fire department. It would be a shame if his oven really was left on.
I turned my attention to Johnny who sat directly across from me. Johnny was one of those cool guys that the chicks just dig. Coolness emanated from him like heat off asphalt in the middle of a Houston summer. Johnny’s name was always in the tabloids and he was rumored to be linked to several gorgeous models. Women just seemed to hang off his every word. When he got off the phone I had to ask him about his love life so that I could live vicariously for just a few moments.
“So how is it dating [insert hot model or actresses’ name her]?”
“Its not really true you know,” he replied. “Women just enjoy my company. It doesn’t mean I reciprocate with anything physical.”
“BS,” I replied with incredulous eyes. You expect me to believe that if [insert hot model or actresses’ name her] asked you to [insert unmentionable thing here], you’d turn her down?”
“You can believe what you choose my friend, but I actually just turned down her offer to [insert unmentionable thing here] five minutes before arriving here. It is important to prioritize.”
“But why?!? I know you aren’t gay (I researched this on the internet as well). Why do you turn them down?”
“Let me explicate and you try to cogitate [note to self: why can’t I say cool stuff like that?]. I don’t deny those girls who look forward, only those who look to the past. When it comes to love most people are walking backward through life. They look only at where they have been and then whine whenever the back of their heads hits a wall. All those girls that the press links me with are walking backward with a Samsonite in each hand. Don’t worry though. I got a little honey tucked away whose eyes are facin’ the right way.”
That was all pretty deep. Was this guy for real or was he just trying to get me to “cogitate” on his words in the middle of an upcoming poker hand, thereby distracting me? Clearly this game was going to be difficult. Just then his phone rang. Probably another girl, I thought. Johnny excused himself from the table momentarily as he too disappeared into the darkness surrounding our table.
The third man, Jim, was sitting quietly to my right. He must have been off his phone for a few minutes but I hadn’t even noticed. He had his eyes closed and was swaying back and forth so imperceptibly slowly that I had to really focus upon him before I could see the swaying. Jim was either bald or had shaved his head. I couldn’t be sure and I guess it didn’t really matter unless I could see the cards reflect off his forehead. His clothes were very plain, especially when compared with the other two men. They looked almost “bath- robish.”
“Jim, what are you doing?” I asked
“I was just meditating before our poker game,” said Jim with complete equanimity. “I find that I have fewer tells when I play with a clear mind.”
That would make sense, I thought. Jim was the most enigmatic of the three players at our table because his style was the most erratic. At times it seemed that he was actually trying to lose. Through some obscene luck however, he would end up winning. The formidability of Jim stemmed from the fact that his poker heart wasn’t shaped like a normal man’s. He dealt the cards as a meditation. Those he plays never suspect. He doesn't play for the money he wins, he don't play for respect. He deals the cards to find his answers and is fascinated by the sacred geometry of chance and the hidden law of a probable outcome. To him it’s all a dance. I had studied Jim the most and understood him the least.
“Maybe after the game you can teach me some of your techniques,” I asked politely.
“No,” replied Jim. “What I know can’t be taught, son. Just keep your eyes open and follow the game and when you are my age perhaps you will ‘get it’ too.”
Bald man, that advice will do me no good tonight, I thought bitterly.
Just then, Jack and Johnny walked back to the table. It seemed like these guys were always on their friggin’ cell phones. It would drive me nuts to have that many people seeking my counsel.
It was now time to play some poker. As I dealt the first hand to Mr. Daniels, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Beam, I wondered just what I had gotten myself into. Was it wise to put my money on a table with three wise men? More importantly, would I even remember this in the morning as anything other than a burning esophagus and a headache?
"I said that, was the craziest game of poker that I ever saw
I said that, was the craziest game of poker that I ever saw
But I'm not gonna quit and I'm not gonna stop
Don't give a shit cause I got the drop
Johnny just got two eyes just like mine
And I'm feeling kinda funky, kinda fine" -O.A.R.
To my left sat Jack. He was dressed in the finest Italian suit that a tailor ever sewed for a man. Had I all the money in the world I could not be made to look that good in a suit. His appearance was flawless. I silently guessed that he had gone for a haircut immediately before arriving at our table. Jack however had not a hint of arrogance to him. He was confident without thrusting that confidence upon others. He took care of business. In real life (away from our table that is), Jack was a genius. He retired as a five time Jeopardy Champion back during the days when contestants were limited to a mere five appearances. He also had a Nobel Prize in Economics, and rumors on the internet said his IQ was hovering just above 250. I researched all this before playing these three gentlemen. I always study a situation before I enter it. I decided it was time to break the ice and make casual conversation.
“Jack, what role do you think Nitrogen played in the biogeochemical cycle just prior to the rise of Oxygen on the Archaen Earth?”
Jack looked directly at me and paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered that he had left his oven on at home. Then he answered.
“I think it depends on the availability of fixed Nitrogen in a presumably methane atmosphere. If there were a lot of chemoautolithotrophic bacteria around, then the products they excrete would hamper the production of fixed Nitrogen for use by the Earth’s biota. Hey, do you have any pretzels around?”
I reached under the table for the pretzels and additionally the wasabi covered soybeans that I like so much. They are good for you but still carry a flavor of danger. I am not really smart enough to know if his answer made any sense. It sounded reasonable though. Usually I find if a person’s answer seems reasonable it is best to move on rather than make a fuss just to sound equally smart. I continued casually conversing with him first about the Tokogawa Shogunate of feudal Japan, and then about the politics of Lesotho in post-apartheid South Africa. I was not neglecting the other two men. They were both on their cell phones. The game wasn’t scheduled to start for another fifteen minutes.
I decided then that everyone should want a friend like Jack. There aren’t enough intelligent conversations in the world anymore. Without enough people around to open your mind, what’s the point of it all anyways? This guy knew his stuff, and talking to him I could feel myself becoming smarter, even if only while at that table, and only for this one night. Jack’s phone rang and he excused himself from the table for a moment and disappeared into the darkness to take the call. I hope it wasn’t the fire department. It would be a shame if his oven really was left on.
I turned my attention to Johnny who sat directly across from me. Johnny was one of those cool guys that the chicks just dig. Coolness emanated from him like heat off asphalt in the middle of a Houston summer. Johnny’s name was always in the tabloids and he was rumored to be linked to several gorgeous models. Women just seemed to hang off his every word. When he got off the phone I had to ask him about his love life so that I could live vicariously for just a few moments.
“So how is it dating [insert hot model or actresses’ name her]?”
“Its not really true you know,” he replied. “Women just enjoy my company. It doesn’t mean I reciprocate with anything physical.”
“BS,” I replied with incredulous eyes. You expect me to believe that if [insert hot model or actresses’ name her] asked you to [insert unmentionable thing here], you’d turn her down?”
“You can believe what you choose my friend, but I actually just turned down her offer to [insert unmentionable thing here] five minutes before arriving here. It is important to prioritize.”
“But why?!? I know you aren’t gay (I researched this on the internet as well). Why do you turn them down?”
“Let me explicate and you try to cogitate [note to self: why can’t I say cool stuff like that?]. I don’t deny those girls who look forward, only those who look to the past. When it comes to love most people are walking backward through life. They look only at where they have been and then whine whenever the back of their heads hits a wall. All those girls that the press links me with are walking backward with a Samsonite in each hand. Don’t worry though. I got a little honey tucked away whose eyes are facin’ the right way.”
That was all pretty deep. Was this guy for real or was he just trying to get me to “cogitate” on his words in the middle of an upcoming poker hand, thereby distracting me? Clearly this game was going to be difficult. Just then his phone rang. Probably another girl, I thought. Johnny excused himself from the table momentarily as he too disappeared into the darkness surrounding our table.
The third man, Jim, was sitting quietly to my right. He must have been off his phone for a few minutes but I hadn’t even noticed. He had his eyes closed and was swaying back and forth so imperceptibly slowly that I had to really focus upon him before I could see the swaying. Jim was either bald or had shaved his head. I couldn’t be sure and I guess it didn’t really matter unless I could see the cards reflect off his forehead. His clothes were very plain, especially when compared with the other two men. They looked almost “bath- robish.”
“Jim, what are you doing?” I asked
“I was just meditating before our poker game,” said Jim with complete equanimity. “I find that I have fewer tells when I play with a clear mind.”
That would make sense, I thought. Jim was the most enigmatic of the three players at our table because his style was the most erratic. At times it seemed that he was actually trying to lose. Through some obscene luck however, he would end up winning. The formidability of Jim stemmed from the fact that his poker heart wasn’t shaped like a normal man’s. He dealt the cards as a meditation. Those he plays never suspect. He doesn't play for the money he wins, he don't play for respect. He deals the cards to find his answers and is fascinated by the sacred geometry of chance and the hidden law of a probable outcome. To him it’s all a dance. I had studied Jim the most and understood him the least.
“Maybe after the game you can teach me some of your techniques,” I asked politely.
“No,” replied Jim. “What I know can’t be taught, son. Just keep your eyes open and follow the game and when you are my age perhaps you will ‘get it’ too.”
Bald man, that advice will do me no good tonight, I thought bitterly.
Just then, Jack and Johnny walked back to the table. It seemed like these guys were always on their friggin’ cell phones. It would drive me nuts to have that many people seeking my counsel.
It was now time to play some poker. As I dealt the first hand to Mr. Daniels, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Beam, I wondered just what I had gotten myself into. Was it wise to put my money on a table with three wise men? More importantly, would I even remember this in the morning as anything other than a burning esophagus and a headache?
"I said that, was the craziest game of poker that I ever saw
I said that, was the craziest game of poker that I ever saw
But I'm not gonna quit and I'm not gonna stop
Don't give a shit cause I got the drop
Johnny just got two eyes just like mine
And I'm feeling kinda funky, kinda fine" -O.A.R.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
The forest brigand Verrapan fianlly killed
Madras, India — India's most wanted bandit, accused of murdering police officers, slaughtering elephants and kidnapping a movie star, was killed Monday in a jungle shootout with police after more than three decades on the run, authorities said.
Koose Veerappan, 60, was shot to death in a gunbattle with a special police paramilitary task force just before midnight, said K. Senthamaraikannan, police superintendent for the southern state of Tamil Nadu.
“Veerappan and three other associates were killed,” he said. “We have recovered the bodies.”
He said police had received a tip that Veerappan, who had a $515,000 Cdn bounty on his head, was hiding near the village of Paparapatti, 320 kilometres southwest of Madras, the state capital.
A police intelligence official, speaking on condition of anonymity, said that an associate of Veerappan had surrendered about three hours before the gunbattle and led the police team to the hideout.
With his trademark handlebar mustache, lanky frame and camouflage clothes, the flamboyant outlaw had enjoyed a level of celebrity comparable to the idols of India's movie industry.
Veerappan had escaped brief capture twice. Poor peasants, in awe of his daring and dependent on his handouts, had helped him cover his tracks.
Some politicians also were alleged to be in his pay, and police said Veerappan used terror tactics to stay on the run — allegedly stringing up the bodies of suspected police informants from trees.
Veerappan — whose assumed name translates as “brave” — had been on the run since the late 1960s, when he fell in with ivory smugglers. His turf was dense jungle terrain straddling more than 10,000 square kilometres in the southern states of Karnataka, Tamil Nadu and Kerala. He was accused of smuggling ivory from 2,000 slaughtered elephants.
Vijay Kumar, a superintendent of the Special Task Force, said the team twice offered Veerappan and his handful of comrades a chance to surrender. “The response was not appropriate,” Kumar told NDTV television news. “We threw stun grenades and opened fire.” He said one of the four men with Veerappan escaped.
Efforts to capture Veerappan were stepped up after his gang in August 2000 swooped into the country home of one of southern India's most popular actors, known as Rajkumar, seizing the then-71-year-old matinee idol and holding him captive in the jungle. Fans rioted at the news of the kidnapping and Rajkumar was set free after three months under circumstances that were not fully explained. The government denied paying a ransom but officials said money had been paid to Veerappan to secure Rajkumar's release.
The gang also later kidnapped a politician, who was killed.
Since 1990, state governments had spent nearly $38-million hunting for Veerappan. Armed with assault rifles and machine-guns, police had used night-vision goggles, a global positioning system and helicopters to scour the jungle region.
A lesson for Mr George Bush ofthe USA
" To kill Saddam Hussain or Osama Bin Laden , the whole nation of IRAQ anfd Afghansitan should not have been sluaghtered . Learn from our state governments of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu who finaly got rid of Verrrapan in such a peaceful way. Kudos tothe hero who shot him ."
Koose Veerappan, 60, was shot to death in a gunbattle with a special police paramilitary task force just before midnight, said K. Senthamaraikannan, police superintendent for the southern state of Tamil Nadu.
“Veerappan and three other associates were killed,” he said. “We have recovered the bodies.”
He said police had received a tip that Veerappan, who had a $515,000 Cdn bounty on his head, was hiding near the village of Paparapatti, 320 kilometres southwest of Madras, the state capital.
A police intelligence official, speaking on condition of anonymity, said that an associate of Veerappan had surrendered about three hours before the gunbattle and led the police team to the hideout.
With his trademark handlebar mustache, lanky frame and camouflage clothes, the flamboyant outlaw had enjoyed a level of celebrity comparable to the idols of India's movie industry.
Veerappan had escaped brief capture twice. Poor peasants, in awe of his daring and dependent on his handouts, had helped him cover his tracks.
Some politicians also were alleged to be in his pay, and police said Veerappan used terror tactics to stay on the run — allegedly stringing up the bodies of suspected police informants from trees.
Veerappan — whose assumed name translates as “brave” — had been on the run since the late 1960s, when he fell in with ivory smugglers. His turf was dense jungle terrain straddling more than 10,000 square kilometres in the southern states of Karnataka, Tamil Nadu and Kerala. He was accused of smuggling ivory from 2,000 slaughtered elephants.
Vijay Kumar, a superintendent of the Special Task Force, said the team twice offered Veerappan and his handful of comrades a chance to surrender. “The response was not appropriate,” Kumar told NDTV television news. “We threw stun grenades and opened fire.” He said one of the four men with Veerappan escaped.
Efforts to capture Veerappan were stepped up after his gang in August 2000 swooped into the country home of one of southern India's most popular actors, known as Rajkumar, seizing the then-71-year-old matinee idol and holding him captive in the jungle. Fans rioted at the news of the kidnapping and Rajkumar was set free after three months under circumstances that were not fully explained. The government denied paying a ransom but officials said money had been paid to Veerappan to secure Rajkumar's release.
The gang also later kidnapped a politician, who was killed.
Since 1990, state governments had spent nearly $38-million hunting for Veerappan. Armed with assault rifles and machine-guns, police had used night-vision goggles, a global positioning system and helicopters to scour the jungle region.
A lesson for Mr George Bush ofthe USA
" To kill Saddam Hussain or Osama Bin Laden , the whole nation of IRAQ anfd Afghansitan should not have been sluaghtered . Learn from our state governments of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu who finaly got rid of Verrrapan in such a peaceful way. Kudos tothe hero who shot him ."
Sunday, October 17, 2004
The voters in dilemma for vidhan sabha elections of maharashtra
I am so tired of news reporters interviewing "undecided voters." If you are undecided by now then you must be suffering from brain injuries of some sort and I don't want you voting in our election anyways. While we are on the subject, how is it possible that a scientific poll can drift back and forth the way that it does every day? Are there actually people out there that change their minds daily? To explain such illogical results reporters always announce a "margin of error." That means from now on I can tell people anything I want and just say there is a 5% margin of error in what I am saying. I change my mind daily about an odd assortment of things. Sometimes I wear dress socks and then switch to white just as I leave my apartment. I am always embarrassed if I forget and wear dress socks to the gym. Some days I think I like Pepsi better than Coke, but other days I change my mind again. To overcome these time wasting deficiencies in my character I am now creating a poll that I will carry with me daily. On this tracking poll I will ask myself where I stand on a variety of personal issues each day. At the end of a month I will put all the data into MS Excel and see where I truly stand on each issue. I trust the poll results will help me decide.
In the news today:
Poll results of maharashtra:
State Polls 2004
PARTY POSITION - UPDATED AT 2 : 25 PM
<< Back to Maharashtra Polls Home
Maharashtra
Total No. of Seats : 288 Results Declared : 288 / 288
Party Seats Contested Won
Congress 157 67
NCP 124 71
BJP 111 56
Shiv Sena 163 62
IND 1083 18
Others 475 11
Second test match results Aus Vs india
Australia vs India
Australia 150/4 (50 ov)
Martyn * 19 (36)
Gillespie 0 (9)
Bowling
Kumble * 15 - 1 - 53 - 3
Harbhajan Singh 18 - 3 - 46 - 0
Current Run Rate : 3.00
Match Break : Stumps - Day 3
Australia 235 150/4
India 376
Australia lead by 9 runs with 6 wickets remaining
In the news today:
Poll results of maharashtra:
State Polls 2004
PARTY POSITION - UPDATED AT 2 : 25 PM
<< Back to Maharashtra Polls Home
Maharashtra
Total No. of Seats : 288 Results Declared : 288 / 288
Party Seats Contested Won
Congress 157 67
NCP 124 71
BJP 111 56
Shiv Sena 163 62
IND 1083 18
Others 475 11
Second test match results Aus Vs india
Australia vs India
Australia 150/4 (50 ov)
Martyn * 19 (36)
Gillespie 0 (9)
Bowling
Kumble * 15 - 1 - 53 - 3
Harbhajan Singh 18 - 3 - 46 - 0
Current Run Rate : 3.00
Match Break : Stumps - Day 3
Australia 235 150/4
India 376
Australia lead by 9 runs with 6 wickets remaining
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