Sunday, September 12, 2004

Real life terrorist and Reel life heroes

Independently wealthy, he's debonair and travels the world looking for adventure. He's a ladies' man who drives cool cars and attends lavish parties. He knows about weapons, explosives, espionage gadgets, and tradecraft. He's ruthless, never hesitates to kill to complete his mission, and is backed by a number of governments. No, this isn't James Bond. This is the most dangerous man in the world, a fearless terrorist so powerful that he evaded the authorities for three decades. He's Carlos the Jackal



Carlos, then and now



Before there was Osama bin Laden, before there was Ramzi Yousef, there was the Jackal.

He was born in Venezuela, under the more sane name of Ilich Ramirez Sanchez, but history will remember him as Carlos the Jackal. He was the first superterrorist, back in the days when terrorism was still far enough from U.S. soil for Americans to consider it glamorous.

The Jackal's exact entry into the world of international terrorism remains enigmatic, appropriately enough. He was born in 1949 to a family headed by a man described as a "millionaire Marxist" by the BBC. So the young Jackal was no stranger to paradox.

The Jackal had a talent for languages, enhanced by travels during his youth.
Various accounts describe the young Jackal receiving terrorist training at an early age, possibly in Cuba and/or under the supervision of the KGB. Whatever the case, he debuted as a terrorist during the early 1970s. His studies had taken him to the Soviet Union, where he took an interest in the conflict between Israel and the Palestinians, even as his talents were nurtured by the KGB. The Soviets sent him to the Middle East for terrorist training around 1970, when he officially took the name "Carlos."

("The Jackal" was appended later, after investigators found a copy of spy thriller "The Day of the Jackal" in one of Carlos' hideouts.)

After an elaborate sting executed with the cooperation of Sudanese authorities, the Jackal was arrested by the french authorities in 1994,
With more than 80 deaths, probably thousands of injuries and millions of dollars in property damage to his credit, the only question was which crime to try him for. In 1997, Carlos the Jackal was sentenced to life in prison for three murders.While further trials may be possible, France has no death penalty, so it's likely the Jackal will remain right where he is for the rest of his life.

Once a feared killer, now just another prisoner, Carlos staged a brief hunger strike but now seems destined to fade into Hollywood-style obscurity, his life and supposed causes reduced to star vehicles for the likes of Bruce Willis, Matt Damon and Aidan Quinn.

Carlos in Fiction:

(The movies based on these books make no mention of Carlos.)
  • Frederick Forsyth wrote a novel, The Day of the Jackal, first published in 1971, in which an international assassin named "The Jackal" is hired to assassinate Charles De Gaulle. A copy of this novel was found in Ramirez's hotel room during a police raid. This may be the origin of the "Carlos" nickname. Many erroneously believe that the character portrayed in that novel was based on him, which is impossible as the novel was published before Carlos come to public attention.
  • In the movie True Lies, the character of Arnold Schwarzenegger, a secret agent, intimidates Bill Paxton's character by (deliberately falsely) accusing him of being a dangerous terrorist called "Carlos."

Monday, August 30, 2004

POETRY --- by Pablo Neruda

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Its a MAD MAD world



Don Martin, MAD's maddest cartoonist passed away some 4 years back.And frankly speaking , ever since he left the magazine for its rival Cracked, MAD has lost its most crucial flavour for me.

Martin's signature was wild-haired characters, and grotesque action puntuated with with wacky words like SPLOP! and POIT!!!

for those uninitiated to his wild world,check this, this and this

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

What Color is Your Brain?

Took the test that vivek publicised on his page and the results are :
Orange
(click on the pic to take the quiz)

and the standard psycho-babble:

At work or in school: I need to be "hands on": I like to play games, to compete, and to perform. I enjoy flexibility, changes of pace, and variety. I have difficulty with routine and structure. My favorite subjects are music, art, theatre, and crafts. I often excel in sports. I like solving problems in active ways and negotiating for what I want. I can be direct and like immediate results.
With friends: Planning ahead bores me because I never know what I want to do until the moment arrives. I like to excite my friends with new and different things, places to go, and romantic moments.
With family: I need a lot of space and freedom. I want everyone to have fun. It is hard for me to follow rules, and I feel we should all just enjoy one another.


Just two days left before i push off for my treat, to bombay.Meeting loads of friends and almost 4 days packed with mishciefs and fun.
yeayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.


Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Pacman


Mr.Ghost fwded a flash version of pacman a few days back.Normally im not a gamey person, but got hooked on after trying it out once.Score shot upto 5585 in the second game.But given that im not an avid gamer I can imagine the disgusting levels most gaming freaks would have achieved till date.If any of them chance to read this post, do drop in the numbers.
And for those who haven’t tried it out yet, you cant get it from here.

The first Worl Champion Billy Mitchell, scored a perfect score of 3,333,360 .He had to eat every ghost and every fruit, and never lost a single life.And this took him almost 20 years to perfect. After declaring : "I understand the behavior of the ghosts and am able to manipulate the ghosts into any corner of the board I choose." , he spat "I never have to play that darn game again".

It turns out the ghost's movements are completely deterministic (there is no randomness in the AI). Because of this people have discovered patterns that will enable you to finish the game every time. There are actually just 3 patterns you need to get to level 17 every time.

Some Packy-Trivia

  • The name of the game derives from the Japanese onomatopoeic word paku, which is the sound of opening and closing one's mouth. The name was romanized as Puck-Man in Japan, but the spelling was changed to Pac-Man for the U.S. market by Midway for fear that the machines would be vandalized by people marking part off the 'P' to an 'F' .
  • The four monsters in the game are Shadow (Blinky), Speedy (Pinky), Bashful (Inky), and Pokey (Clyde).
  • In December 1982, an eight-year-old boy named Jeffrey R. Yee received a letter from U.S. President Ronald Reagan, congratulating him on a worldwide record of 6,131,940 points, a score only possible if the player passed through the Split-Screen Level. Whether or not this event happened as described has remained in heated debate amongst video game circles since its occurrence. Billy Mitchell offered $100,000 to anyone who could provably pass through the Split-Screen Level before January 1, 2000; no one could.
  • The secret level of the third episode of Wolfenstein 3D is fashioned after one of the original Pac-Man levels.



Foodie snap of the day.



Monday, August 02, 2004

pet puja


roadside chinese



bhelpuri and chaat



Salmon Unleashed

j-173



rabba rabba mee barsa




Raindrops are falling on my head
and just like the guy who's feet are too big for his bed,
nothing seems to fit
those,
raindrops are falling on my head,they keep falling

so I just did me some talking to the sun,
and I said I didn't like the way he got things done,
sleeping on the job
those,
raindrops are falling on my head they keep falling

But there's one thing, I know
the blues they sent to meet me won't defeat me.
It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
Crying's not for me, cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
because I'm free
nothing's worrying me

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
crying 's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me

heavy rains in delhi!!!

how does a layman define heavy rains??
more than 15 min or more than 1 hour?
strong enough to reduce visibility bt 1 feet or strong enough to wet every pebble on the road??

Having grown up in bombay, monsoons have been an intergral part of my life.Come monsoons and a whole new lifestyle begins.Adrak chai with pakoras, lazing in bed with books and a light quilt,clouds which break the monotony of otherwise regular blue sky...
then water clogged roads,muddy feet,crowded AND wet local trains, yummy smell of raosting bhuttas and yucky sight of them rotting on the roadside....

Last year was my first monsoon in delhi.Everyone had warned that it was not exactly a season here, more of a bookmark as the city weather changes from summer to winter.I was probably too busy getting used to an absolutely new life to notice the differences.I did miss the torrential mumbai rains however.
And this weekend something happened that got me thinking.
I was shopping at CP when it started drizzling.Not exactly drizzling, it was more like the tap coughing out a few spurts of water to announce that its 9am and paani aa gaya hai.And a few shoppers around me actually stopped and started clapping.The rains have really been very late this year.
And later when I went out for a movie with a few friends and it actually started drizzling, a few concerned mums around me said "its raining heavily in delhi ".

Poor delhi-ites!!


Sunday, July 18, 2004

of sleeptalking roomies

sleepy roomie, talking in her sleep
sleepy roomie, your kinda scaring me 
sleepy roomie
I don't believe you, conversing in ur sleep
gesiculating and emoting deep
Mercy!!!!!!
 
2 am , me tossing and turning in my bed,rexy fast asleep probably dreaming about lallu, the dog she hasnt yet bought....i turn around,stare at the wall for inspiration ..and suddenly very strong tap tap on my shoulder...had i not been lying down id have jumped up.rexy is sitting in the middle of her bed, half a maniacal smile on her face..
"wheres everybody...wheres K,P,J??"
now iv recently met all of K, P, J but im confused..."err.. WHAT??"
"yah...wheres lallu??"
ok...so shes talking in her sleep...i decide to have a little fun...im bored after all.
" they are all sitting over there, in the drawing room"
"where??"..comes the nasal whine..."im supposed to meet them after school"
considering shes left school some 30 years back...i can barely control my laughter...she's cute even when she's asleep.
"sweetie, they are right  there, even lallu"
she smiles, obviously not all her grey cells are asleep.."your horrible...dont be mean na" and she goes back to sleep.
 
some years back, pandu, my roomie kept trying to protect her non-existent precious pack of chocolates in her sleep from ppl who obviously wanted to eat them. She kept shouting from her bed, middle of the night,asking them to get lost from her cupboard where she had stashed them.
And i just didnt know what to do. Poor thing badly wanted her brothers to send her some firang chocos instead of diwali mithai.



guilty conscience pricks the mind

What if you were a compulsive shoplifter.And knew about almost every trick in the book to steal things without anyone noticing you.And then you had a shop of your own.Wouldnt you be suspecting every customer who walked in. Wouldnt there be fire alarms ringing in your mind at every harmless move the shopper made??
 
On the other hand, if you were one of those really nice people who couldnt harm a fly,wouldnt you easily trust people, always give them a benefit of doubt.
 
Wouldnt your ability to trust people be a function of how trustworthy you are??

Friday, July 16, 2004

and while we are still fresh with my classifications, of all the types i like the IFFE ones the best.They make each day ..nai each second of existence worthwile.
narial pani and gadi-gum-jayega, my favourite IFFE's.
about whom i shall continue writing once i switch over to my SAS screen and type a few characters, cos nanajar haug's given me the 18th oh-i-see-ur-busy look.
 

The good samaritan

There are diiferent types of people.the loud ones and the silent ones. the visible ones and the not so visible ghostly ones ;)...the meek and shy ones ,the ever-ready-to-offer-opinion ones, the im-hopelessly-lost ones the i-laugh-at-everything ones and the ubiquitous  i-fall-for-everything one .The list just goes on.And if not anywhere else , youd always find a generous mixture of all these types on any train journey.
When all these elements come together, you get the choiciest bhelpuri served on board!
This time on my way to bby, the I-H-L was a college grad.And from the moment he dumped his luggage , he was trying to make meek conversations which would lead to tips on his pending mba interview.The bachcha must have been really freaked out, and this was probably his lucky day, cos traveling on board was one a  mighty mr.E-R-O-O!!
In 2 secs flat everyone in the compartment knew that Mr.Eroo had done his bachelors from iit, his dad was a proff there, and had done some post grad from MIT.Apna IFFE almost sat down at his feet, begging for guidance.
IHL:      "what kind of questions do you think they will ask"
EROO:  "ohh all kinds of questions. they know everything.they will ask you things you things you know  about and they will ask you things you dont"
IHL:      "so what should i do if i dont know something"
EROO:  "oh man, you have had it.Make a guess, any wild guess. They just want to see how much pressure you can handle.For eg, what is your hobby?"
IHL:      "err...surfing the net, hanging out with friends.."
EROO:  "ummm, what music u listen to"
IHL:      "kuch bhi..pop..rock.."
EROO:  "favourite singer kaun hai"
IHL:      "err..britney spears???"
EROO:  "uska bdday kabhi aata hai"
IHL:      "nai maloom"
EROO:  "wohi tho...abey nai maloom bat bol.kuch bhi bol dena..interview panel me unko sab kuch aata hai par yeh sab nai pata hota hai...bol dena 26th june"
IHL ..really excited at this amazing tip..."theek hai"
EROO:  "britney spears ka boyfriend ka naam pata hai??"
IHL:      "nai pata..par kuch bhi bol doonga, koi fight nahi"
EROO:  "abey nai yar, HT me roj aata hai..yeh tho sabko pata hai..koi timburlayka hai"
 

   
   
   
 



Wednesday, June 30, 2004

sardar ke barah,bong ke shayad 10

"tum ban jao host...
hum ban jaye ghost."



excessive laughter causes :
teary eyes,
uncontrollable hickups,
flushed face,
loss of logic and reasoning skills
inability to continue with the concall
neighbour staring at u with "uv lost it man!!" looks
and begining to laugh a lot and starting the process all over again!!!

Thursday, June 24, 2004

bhow bhow

and i fell in love with this guy




have to have to have to have to have to get nosy to buy
it for her dad!!!

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

popularity for all wrong reasons



How long does it take one to teach a fish to walk??

Iv been a land person for the last two decades.put me in a pool full of water where buoyancy keeps interefering with gravity then blame me for almost drowning at a depth of 4 feet.

Its not easy holding onto the rail at the shallow end, with kids (i call them tadpoles) jumping in and out and swarming all over the place.show offs!!
u need to loose ur balance for just a nanosec ,and ur looking at the water surface from below.and then chlorinated water floods all the emtpy spaces in ur brain and then ur circuits get shorted. The neurons cant communicate with your muscles.legs refuse to stretch out. I keep bobbing up and down (at 5 ft its doable) in a foetal position and immagining this it...tommorows headlines in iitb general "student dies a violent death by drowning... at the shallow end of the pool".

barely manage thrash the water surface..meekly signaling for help ...while a fat mom with 9 kids stood glaring at me..looks translated to "how dare u scare my kids"!!
This later on became the famous "how she drowned in 4 ft of water" story which whenevr a dinner table conversation went silent was told and re told and the narrator kept falling of her
seat guwaffing while the others just looked on...u see..in her extreme enthusiasm to publicise the event shed forget that half the people on the table wouldnt know me.

There were many other such stories .."how she crashed her cycle into the hostel gate" ..."how she crashed her cycle next to the bank"..etc..the severe trauma of all these stories managed to keep my cycle neatly tucked away at one corner on the hostel shed...2 months after id bought till...till it rusted and decayed and dissapeared after two years.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Q. Who Gets A Better President ...
... - a conscientious, informed, principled and intelligent voter or a dim-witted and ignorant voter?

A. They both get the same president!


a direct lift from no treason

Monday, May 24, 2004

Of burmese toast and egg mauritians.

Have been getting in touch with a lot of college crowd ever since i joined Orkut...an online community.

On my last visit to bombay, had gone back to college with a friend...on a sunday.felt like hugging each pillar. Even when non of the ppl were there, i felt so affectionate towards the grey building.Three years of my life I can never forget.
Saw lots of changes, some which i really liked..like the nicely redone cafeteria...and some i didnt like.. like the new look theyv given to woods...looks like a garden now.

Went to the mess and guess what, Uday still remembered us..ate the same grub we used to stuff down our throat while we'd finish our journals some ages back..

xaviers mess can still boast about its burmese toast and edd mauritian (wonder why its called that)

Friday, May 21, 2004

Anti bhookh hartal

things im crazzy abt (that mommee makes :) )
1)lobsters in coconut milk gravy with a little sugar to bring out that mindboggling flavour
2)hilsa...in all its avatar...
fried in mustard oil,cooked in curd,etc
3)fish eggs ...
4)chicken with methi
5)kosha mutton ..
6)eggs....oh they arent ever heros in any meals..sideline wala extra maybe ;D

a few NON non-veggie things im obsessed abt too.

1)cold coffe
2)pineapple&rum punch ,jamoca almond fudge and apna basic butterscotch flavours
3)foochka ..def diff from pani poori and gol gappe
4)samose ka crust only
5)nariyal ka chutney and NOT the accompanying idli/dosa

Wolverine Unleashed

check out the latest on ULTIMATE XMEN...released this may.



Thursday, May 20, 2004




There are 4 squares...and parts of square first second and third are missing.The resulting figues are numbered as 1, 2, 3,4 .
Try to chop :
fig 1 into 2 equal and identical parts
fig 2 into 3 equal and identical parts
fig 3 into 4 equal and identical parts
fig 4 into 5 equal and identical parts

Saturday, May 08, 2004

MESSY TALES

Caught up with bawi girl on yahoo.. We date back almost 6 years..and the conversation that started with “hi woman, can’t talk for long..just wanted to say hi� lasted for more than an hour.
Funny how no matter how long it’s been.. its always so easy to pick up threads with ur close friends.
And its funny how in spite of the time zones and months separating us..she managed to zero down on the single most fact which used to sum up my existence in the hostel not too long ago..
�hey does your room still look like it got hit by a hurricane ??�

And I was taken back.. ME?..messy??
On second thoughts,lemme think..
dad almost threatening to throw me out of the house if I didn’t clean up my room in an hour
my hostel floor miraculously disappearing under the pile of loose notes and shirts and bag and mayo bottle and hot plate and melamine dishes and crusty fungusy bread pack and ….god knows what else ---within a week. End of two years I finally had to move to bawi-girls room with a few essential things to see me through the exams cos it was too much of an effort to clean up my room and study . and moving out was more of a pick-things-u-need-and-leave-the-rest-behind.

But now ofcourse im a changed woman.
I can afford a maid who can pick up after me.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

gadgets should be for the exclusive few...complicated..with loads of metal..loads of functions..black..and definitely not the sissy "oh im so easy to use, i just have one button which does it all" types.
and for all digi cam freaks...canon EOS 10d...the king of digi slrs

btw...nothing is more frustrating than watching your newly-purchased consumer electronics product get replaced a month after you bought it.prices slashed on ur own sweet model ....


Friday, April 23, 2004

alberts theories, messed up right.
tickled in grave, at mankinds plight!!
fridays almost gone,in its own slow pace.
least bothered ,to win the rat race.
faster i urge, get me outta these bars
am waiting to do all fun stuff in the next 48 hrs
but they'll come an' go i wont do much i know
soon i'll be back conversing with these days
wish monday took a hint and increased her pace.
the twists and turns on life...funny how alberts theory gets redifined :))


for men with special company, watching out to the sea
they wish time stands still and just let them be
for men who slog for a certain ounce of ken
they wish it slow down until the strike of ten
for the lady at 9-5 work, as she connects with three
she wishes the latter to stay and the first to flee
for men who seem idle, there is something unknown
theyve been pondering of a new life ahead, new seed to be sown
the transition is sometimes unbearable, sometimes desired
for its not easy to let go what in the past transpired
but people realise that this pace is never too slow or fast
time shall run on its own n soon it shall be past
--Viral

Thursday, April 22, 2004

and i sit and stare
fogging the screen
with my bored sighs

while the black codes
run on their own
and a colored world
awaits me somewhere

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

yippeeeeeeeee, less than 48 hrs for the weekend.
someone commented that terry prachett and tom holt are typical girly reads...dont agree.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Monkey boys list of crush,
includes cold coffee and orange bars.
Resolutions this year--cant sleep before i brush
or talk on hutch till ungodly hours.
smell of onions frying,wet clay, silly pjs and people who'd make you laugh anytime...things that i wish were available in two minute insta packs.