Swan Lake

Swan Lake was the first of Tchaikovsky's three great ballets
The history of the ballet itself is shaky. Tchaikovsky originaly wrote a ballet for his sister's children, based on a popular Russian fairy tale entitled "Lake of the Swans." Little did Tchaikovsky know that he would be be commisioned years later by two great masters of Russian ballet, Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanov, to compose a score for a new full-length ballet based on the same tale.

Detailed posting on the ballet itself in a later post(hopefully after iv heard it)If the music is so heavenly, I wonder how ethereal watching the ballet must be.
Enjoy a snippet for now.





Swan Lake tells the story of young Prince Siegfried, who falls in love with the Swan Queen Odette, a woman transformed into a bird by an evil sorcerer. Odette explains that she is destined to remain a strange composite creature, until rescued by a man's undying love.

Enthralled by her beauty, The Prince pledges his eternal love - but later, at a party in honor of his 21st birthday, he is tricked by the sorcerer, von Rothbart, into declaring his love for Odile, an evil twin of Odette. Realizing his inadvertent betrayal, the Prince rushes back to the lake. There, he battles Von Rothbart, and destroys his power. The lovers are then reunited.

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Tango post dinner

with or without you,
I cant live,
with or without you

No its not a guy.Its me.Iv re-discovered the old me.
And even though im going through a bad spot , theres a sense of peace, a reassurance....someones there, im there.

As rexy said once (she gets mighty offended if i mentioned 'someone once said'....yah..its rexy who said it alright)

"if we could go back to our childhood, back when there werent any constraints, and try to recall what we wanted back then, what made us really happy, bingo, thats what we need to look for.Cos our definition of happiness gets grossly screwed up by the limits we put on ourselves as we grow up. "

I remember being a hyper active, super enthu kid.About what, if one might ask....at the expense of sounding cliched....id say outright..about life.
It could be a pile of tamarind seeds that we used to play with,
a tattered comic,
sitting under the table playing pretend games,
patiently digging tunnels in abandoned flower pots for immaginary trains on hot sunday afternoons ,
wearing didis old raggedy coat in winter mornings and sitting on a tiny desk dad had gotten especially for me and writing a book..yup...for some uncanny reason my mom encouraged this activity ..probably imagining her daughter would grow up to be somebody imp while iwas convinced that i was writing a real book .. at the age of 9..with proper index and something called limmericks...a term and poetry style recently picked up from the fat birthday copy of alice in wonderland...

the fact that life has possibilities..is exciting.Nothing pre-decided, you can do anything, you can be anyone,you make ur own rules.
As i keep saying all the time ....'one life'.!!!
i want to do a bit of everything that catches my fancy.
I want to, need to , live my life to fullest.
hey, what if iv been really good and when i die the big guy up there says 'sorry kiddo, you got nirvana.no more earth lives for you anymore'??

Thats what i love about staying in delhi, without my family.Nopes, I aint the family hater types.just that with this kinda freedom, I get to go off to these mini trips on and off with a bunch of friends.And what i love about them, is the sense of freedom, the unplanned ' hey lets take this road cos itskinda interesting' feel.The fact that i have a bag on my back with all that i need, and i can walk off into any direction anytime.I love the unbounded feel.
Even if i didnt want to do something, i need to know I could if i wanted to.Imagine laying down boundaries for someone like me.

So here I am , after a 'nothing to mention' day at work, at pvr, waiting to catch up a movie with a friend.I enter Ohm book stores.Now as a kid, I could get even super enthu being in a stationary shop (all the cool gadgety pens and crisp sheets of paper)and libraries ... later this energy got diverted to bakeries and coffee houses
Faint music in the background.Very loungy, hotelly.I have no clue what it is.'swan lake??'....

Bang!!
see .. I have no clue what swan lake is..as in who composed it(tchaiko-something??), when, why , blah blah....
But im excited.the word swan lake’s entered my brain and now its going to be jumping all around the place.
I mean im truelly all kicked up.
I need to listen to some old classics, and esp swan lake.
I know, I know, what ur thinking.But thats exactly what iv been trying to say.It doesnt have to make sense, but the silliest thing can make me feel so damn high.Im so terribly happy, almost drugged(this is where rexy screams ' god u dramatise everything')

I pick up a anita desai...a hanif kureishi and a translated satyajit ray.
The first two cos i leafed through the books and really liked what i read, so full comments only after I finish them.
Anita desai's writing style reminds me a lot of my school days, back in cal.

The last one cos Im trying to slowly pick up bong lit where id left it ages back ..and eng versions are easily accessible.
Then I go in for a two hour of Mr n Mrs smith.I love it man.Thats the kind of life id love.(post their discovering each others identity)they are totally equalls, and they are such a team.I come back almost feeling that i'll go back home to a black suede clad husband and a giant house with a artilerry chamber built into the oven.What the hell, I might even do the tango post dinner .
Im actually going through a tough time.which is why im pleasently shocked that the presence of my old nutcase selfis much stronger than earlier.

im back home, Iv fixed up the speakers around my room, cosied up in my bed, playing floyd (spent a grand on books,swan lake another day) and writing all this.

creative outlets recquired

Right now, I wanna cook mango chicken in a full steel industrial kitchen.
...when i build my house two things will get max focus..the kitchen and the bathroom.
and the lounge maybe.

what do u do when u have so many designs circling in ur brain??
leave an analytics ka job and get into
designing??
photography??
marketing??
advertising??
open a coffee shop with a library??
open a restaurant??
a giant bookshop??

Ppl say that when ur older u get trapped in lot of obligations and constraints..so if u wanna know what u want to do go back to ur childhood and recall what u wanted to do.

all of the above.
Maybe except for photography.

whenever i see snaps of any cool interiors in a paper i start taking mental notes.
I have a strong feeling that one day i'll have a drastic career change.

The league of Almighty Dads

An earlier post which somehow i left in the draft bin.

Fathers are the bestest people to talk to.They have seen the world from a whole different angle from the mothers,will offer some of the most practical advices .They will love you a lot, appreciate everything about you and will be perhaps the only man on earth who will appreciate your wholesome existence.

And so , whenever my mind is full of issues with a zillion angles, and I feel my peers are no longer capable of providing any value addition to my thought process, i want to talk it out with dad.The only hitch is, its not my dad but rexy's.
Another thing i forgot to mention about the amazing clan of dad's is that they get wildly worked up about everything related to their own daughters.
So if i pick up the phone and say "kamon acho" with a nano-speck-less enthu my dad gets all worked up.
"Are you ok",
" is your health all right",
"are you eating well",
"are you having enough fruits",
"are you resting enuf"
(baba, i started playing tennis)
"dont exert yourself!"

An exteremly excited "baba im going on a trek with friends" gets translated to "baba im fed up with life and am trying my best to cause maximum injuries to myself " for my dad.

To cut a long story short, he freaks out about everything. I dont blame him ... maybe i will too when I have kids of my own. But in case of rexy's dad its just perfect.the only grown up around with whom I can have these zillion discussions and not freak him out.
Some of the really amazing advices iv been given by both mine and her pop :

1)to know a person observe his small gestures, not the big acts.
2)a value system will be more about well being, about being playful, about being healthy in all aspects.Dont narrow it down to tiny focal points and loose your perspective.

travails of a nubile lass

sunday morning.
lazy sunday morning.
wake up late , laze on the sofa with ur half asleep nephew lying half
across ur belly,waking up at times, giggling if u tickle him,
them curling back and falling asleep.
Sigh.Perfect life after a very hectic week.

Offlate my sister has decided to take up things in her own hand.
Till i land up in cal dad cant show me so called resumes of eligible
bachelors (not that it stops him from going and talking to some
parents).suddenly the entire sinha and probably part mitra (mums side)
of the family discovered a new hobby.


so she went ahead and posted stuff on online marriage sites.
today when jiju finally woke up (hes a late waker)and left the
bedroom(the comp is there) she dragged me in and logged onto two
sites.
And while i was propped on the bed, nicely relaxed,with my new cook
book open on my lap, yapping abt boys men food her hair etc etc
(anything that came in my mind) she was sitting at the edge of her
seat, very tense, snapping at me and barking orders like " Moo, please
shut up" / "do you like this one, bata aagey baat
badhau ki nai".

quite interesting.
I should be shitting bricks cos god, the thought of even meeting a guy is like
"WHOA!!!!, easy...hold on, thamba thamba,wheres the fire, whats the hurry, marry ...me?????????????? "
but here we have me half asleep, drugged with a heavy breakfast,
snuggling cosily in her blanket and she, the poor elder sister freaked
out,"what if this one turns out to be a jerk".
if my sis has her way she would not let me get married at all.
and would also pack me away with some boy right now.
shes confused.
Poor thing has a lot of pressure on her head. :D
Cant tell what a suprememly loving scene it was.
my poor sis was getting cramps in her tummy out of nervousness.
Then i decided to not make things so diff for her.
Chal for entertainment value lets disect each appli :D
but ooops, didi had already picked her favourites.if i happened to
make fun of any guy she had remotely thought to be prince charming, id get the chinky look right away.
anyways, finally we sifted thorugh all the stuff and i think i did
decent, almost all the candidates got shot down.
good fun.
yawn.
decent entertainment.
some guys had fancy shmancy ids like "lets meet" which obviously flaunted their
below avg taste in life.i mean cmmon, u cant post a snap which can
pass of a snap with poses which can also be added to ur modeling
portfolio, and expect to be taken seriously.any self respecting man
would have rather die than do that to himself.
Then flaunting ur dads from iit and blah blah blah and then stating
ur from abc college...does not reflect well on u.i mean i wouldn be
marrying ur dad, so couldn care less what he was.
next was, "i want someone who would accept me for what i am" (errr,
excuse me!! )
and "im really cool " (excellent, garmi me ac nahi chahiye hoga)
my sis kept advising, "must know how to cook, very very important" .

and just when i was actually begining to enjoy this
( lets face it,the only time in ur life u get to judge other people
and no one blames u for it :D )my sis pips in, we need to subscribe to
so and so website,lets get a 1 year subscription.

screeech!!!!!!!!!!
my car braked hard. (dunno which model, u can immagine a really jazzy
black sleek girly one...umm scorpion is too manly warna it would have
sufficed)

errr, u mean we actually talk to these ppl.
"haan haan, Moo what were u thinking, why do u think tujhe dikha
rahi hoon.plus these things take a long time" says my super gyani sis.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
boys.
i dont like boys.
come again, why are we doing this???
"u have to get married some day ".
but aint someday really far away??
"oh man. make my life easier.mum has said no muslim,no christian.anyone else would do"
what abt a jew?? (heh heh, im reeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaally smart)
"parents have to be in cal"------------------>ma's criteria
"but if the boy is also settled in cal then forget abt it" -------->didis criteria

By then my bladder has had it.All the fruit juices and milkshakes have finished the entire tour of my digestive system, knocking impatently to be let free.
Di, i need to pee.seriously.
my sis looks at me disgusted.
"show some enthu man.fine get lost.
go and play with ur nephew.
just cos im the elder one i m made to do all the dirty work."

perfecto.
with my absolute indifference i buy myself trouble free two more weeks.
maybe i should put up a "i dont even want to discuss getting
married cos it freaks me out" sign on my forehead every time i meet my
near and dear family.

sketch marathons

i must keep art away from my life.
its absolutely essential.
i get terribly moody and cannot focus on my work at office, my mind starts perpetually wandering.

One fine thursday morning I accidenlty stumble across a site, and all hell breaks loose.
Now the entire day I havent been able to focus on anything im supposed to.Am in a totally different mental plane, visions of the animations and graphics haunting me.its like a totally different world, where ur immagination needs nor knows no bound.and there is no stopping to how you express yourself.its like im witnessing a collective pool of human emotions.
I cant even put my feelings in words.and its not entirely cos of my poor writing skills.

One mans passion turns into a cult following across the entire globe.
Man i love it !!!
Enrico is an artist.And he decides to spend a day roaming around the town, documenting everything he sees.In watercolour.Then and there. On the spot.
So he participates in this solo marathon where he spends an entire day just painting , nonstop.In the coffee house, in the bus,outside a book store.
He paints his coffee cup, fellow coffee drinkers, people in the bus, the roads, the buildings, his watch when he checks the time to call quits.
And thus the humble beginings of 'sketchcrawl'.

Next he gathers artists and they have a group marathon.

November 21st has now officially become the WorldWide marathon day of drawing or The Sketchcrawl Day.

And just when i thought I couldnt be more in awe of this guy, ....he works at pixar.

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:

• Robert Ludlum wrote a series of espionage novels in which Carlos is a major character:
  • The Bourne Identity ISBN 0553260111
  • The Bourne Supremacy ISBN 0553263226
  • The Bourne Ultimatum ISBN 0553287737 (in this work, Carlos is killed)

(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."

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.

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

What Color is Your Brain?

Took the test that vivek publicised on his page and the results are :

(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.

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.

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!!

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??

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"