At my boss place

It was an evening to remember, last Friday. I took off early in the afternoon. Made some good pepper chicken; went to the Conconnan's and got pasteries; shopped at Borders for a book; and finally got a Napa Valley wine. With all this went down to my boss Tim's place. Karen, Dan and Greg were there. Tim's place is a lovely home with a beautiful backyard. Tim had soaked beef fillet in the seasoning and was just about to grill them out when I went in. Karen topped with baked potatoes and corn. So, there we all sat outside in a rather chill evening for a summer and feasted. Tim's wine was good; the fillet was awesome and the company was the best. We talked about this and that and ended with some watermelons for dessert. It was 10 pm when I left with a feeling of having visited home away from home.

'Adam' Laptop

Yeah ...you read it right....last week in the factory, came across a laptop made in 1987! In perfect working condition. It was a Zenith 181 laptop running on DOS. No hard drives...just those two floppy drives that you see. One for booting and the other for running programs! And what programs....I saw a graphics program that works like our initial screensavers...cool! The laptop weighed heavy. The one thing that I noticed is that the keyboard has not changed much even from then.

To think this was one of the first laptops to come into being and still running....wow!

Of Valiant Men and Valentine

I wrote the below post on Valentine day, 2007 when I was in Buffalo, NY:

The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

- V

As every Valentine runs by, in the last twelve years, the net sum feelings in the heart is given by the above rather crisp message from the movie 'V for Vendetta'. The protaganist in the movie utters the above in a way different context but heyyy....that fits me. And the phonetics of 'V' gives a comfort feeling.

It started on a bright summer day in Chennai. Year 1995. The phone rang and I picked it up. The other end said 'Happy Valentine..'. The ball started rolling. It took me four full days to confirm and reconfirm with my friends (those ^&&^**&&*) that only people in love utter those magic words. Oh my God....and I did not even respond on that day. From that moment onwards, the phone bills went up; guys became enemies (oh...the ones who say that this is not love); vijay became my favourite hero (those one sided love story movies!); computer classes became hot (my father lost Rs. 35000 there...hey....not me!); white shirts became staple (she liked white). Once after seeing one Prabhu Deva - Kajol movie with her and mutual friends, I waited an hour outside the movie theatre to wave to her as her car goes out. Later, found out that she had taken the other exit and long gone. Hmm...one of the first waits. It took me ...hold your breath...five years to find the courage to utter the response to her. And the reply was..."ok....hmm....heyy....i never thought you in that manner....heyy...heeyy....where r u running?"

I never looked back. Strangely, did not cry also. Now, one thing here which I have never given out till date: I did eat Biriyani that day (this is for you....MITians!). Few days back, one of my friends who studied in those computer classes and me were catching up. Suddenly that guy said 'machan....those days...when I used to feel a bit low...I used to wear whites". I was trying hard to recollect the connection when he finished, "....you know she likes whites...". It was sort of poetic hurt when I surmised that it was not me wearing whites that had her approval...it was white wearing guys....Goddd!

Came out of college; joined a company. And there she enters (heyy...this is a new entry!). I started taking a liking (when did I not?) and this time did not hold out for long. Six months later, told her. Negative. Again, Muniyandi Vilas (Tamil Nadu ethnic restaurant to have Biriyani!). Somehow, we became good friends for two years. And one day, strictly out of curiosity, had asked her the Q...'heyy....was there even a ...hmmm..chance that time?'. And know what her #$%%^&* reply was?..."you know...if you had stopped talking....I would have agreed in ...two days...but you were a gem". I almost fainted. My fair lady....I would have happily been a piece of coal then, seriously!

I thought that was the end. I was wrong.

Then came my love. The one which I can never write in the same humorous way as above. Took away my breath. And this time....she did like me (my #$$#$%$% God....at last!). Villian came in a different form. Love. Period. Hurt. Period. Muniyandi Vilas.

Today, looking back, seems like I lost something along the way. Maybe my innocence. But gained immensely from my encounters. What? Weight, you @##$$%%^ idiot...all the #$%$%$$% beer went inside me only na...

As I write, I overhear my early-twenties-roomie excitedly discussing about the Valentine day specials!

I...no no...

V for....Vendetta.

Naan Kadavul (I am God)

Watched 'Naan Kadavul' again. To people who do not follow Tamil cinema, this is a tamil movie directed by Bala. Came in the beginning of this year (Feb 2009). Here is the review I wrote then:

I was studying 6th or 7th standard then. My parents had left me and my brother in my mama’s place in Tanjore for the annual holidays. It was a very big house with lots of vacant rooms and a big garden. Since there were no kids to play, I usually spent my time loitering around. Watching movies on the VCR deck was another favorite pass time. One day, there was a movie called ‘Panic’ which was about an epidemic spreading around a city. People who catch that disease start biting other people and the disease spreads. That was the first time I saw a gory picture with lots of blood and zombies. Haunted by those images, I got very disturbed and it took my three full days to come out of it then.

Next time, I got that disturbed was when I read the fiction ‘Desperation City’ and ‘IT’ by Stephen King. This was during my college days. The former was an out of the world depiction of horror in a desolate city and the latter was about how a ‘thing’ in clown makeup goes about destroying a city. In both cases, I was haunted for a week and pushed to a depressing mood.

Now, two days after watching ‘Naan Kadavul’, am still making up my mind as to what is disturbing me in that movie. Bala has carved a hole in the world we live in (as we know) and made us peep into worlds which according to us don’t exist (or do so on newspapers as we sip our morning coffee). What will strike us more is that till date we have not made that attempt to see these worlds. Believe me all that talk about the aghoris being the main plotline of this movie is crap. That world is just an aberration to bring justice to the brutal world of begging. And as with all Bala movies, the humor elements will spring from the most uncanny places you can ever think. I think that part did me in. I am left wondering as to how such people can be humorous given their way of life. But without it, I guess, they are as good as dead. Or maybe I do not understand the ever fighting and resilient spirit inside a human. Whatever…it shook me too much, I guess. I could not eat that night at home.

I heard this climax was actually planned for Pithamagan (another Bala movie). It was a good way to end the movie. And I think we are now mentally ready for a Bala movie climax such that it does not surprise us much. Some of the dialogues mouthed by Arya are simply out of the world (for example, when Arya tries lighting up a ganja pipe in a temple fire, someone says “koil nerupa neenga asutham panniteenga..(you have made the temple lamp impure)”. Arya replies back “neruppuku edhu da sutham asutham?” (How can you make fire pure or impure?) !!. Thanks to Jayamohan for such crisp dialogues. And I think I need not mention the music part. There is no one else who could have done justice to this movie than Ilayaraja. Cinematography is very good (Arya’s intro and the shots of Arya in early dawn with the udukai are really awesome).

This movie is a definite ‘no-no’ to anybody below 21. And to lots of girls too, I think. I am surprised they got a U/A certificate. Also, there seems to be too many cuts in some places which make it a difficult viewing. And I don’t understand why the dialogue goes blank with a sound at a lot of places. If those are adult dialogues, then what are the scenes in any normal Tamil movie focusing on the girl’s not-to-be-mentioned parts or for that matter all those double meaning comedies? Sigh…..people at censor board, look at your Hindi brethren and learn a few things.

Some two weeks back, on a hot afternoon on Mount Road, I was walking after a very good lunch. All of a sudden, I saw a queer sight. A deformed lady was sitting on the tar road (along the sides). She was sitting with her legs (or whatever you can call as legs) completely exposed to the sun above and tar below. And she was not even sitting on any makeshift paper or anything to give her even a small comfort from the ruthless Sun. I felt bad and dropped a note to her. I asked her “Why don’t you sit up on the platform where there is a shade?” She looked straight at me and replied “In that case, I would not have got this note”.

Makes sense to me in a strange way now.

Archived mails

Archived mails - geee....they like give you the glimpse of who you were, say, 5 years back.....And my my.....I have been the best hypocrite ever always trying to grab attention.

For all those who tolerated me, a big thanks!

:))

With Thambi in Newport, Jersey City

First thing you will notice about Satz aka Sam aka Sathya is his energy. Always on the move, I think he sleeps like 5 hours a day. Thats it! So, when I landed in Newport, Jersey City, I knew that my thambi (little brother) would be around to make my next three days happy. And to add to it, Satish, Ashraf and Arun. And a beautiful skyline view of Manhattan across the Hudson river from their 10th floor apartment. Hmmm...I was set for a date!

Most of the time went went in me going around Manhattan, the place I love most in America. Man made jungle of steel, glass and concrete. I was there in daylight; I was there in moonlight. I was there on Wall Street. And this is my fourth visit to Manhattan but I never never get tired of the place. :)

The Hudson river walk overlooking Manhattan saw my footprints almost everyday. Blessed are the couples who walk in that romantic path! I walked Sathya to office most nights and walking back along the river walk with Manhattan blinking across is a blissful sight. Nights at home went with a lot of chatter with Ashraf and Satish. Forgot to click a pic with them though!

Jim, Carol and the Hound of the Baskervilles

Going to Buffalo back rekindled a lot of memories. For one, staying with Raj brings back the best days out. And there is beloved JK, Singh and Prasad. What more can I ask?

So, the first two days went in Niagara, Chippewa street and Lewiston Whirlpool Jet Ride. What started as a 'strict one margarita' at Lewiston village pub went onto 15 drinks with 7 shots in it. By the end of it, we were hooting to the local band playing and calling quite a few people in India over phone(he he he!). The last day went in Beaver Island Park with us sipping on beers and playing volley! That was when Raj came up with the idea of partying at Jim's place.

Now, Jim is Raj's friend. In his 50s. Lives up in East Aurora village in a place which is like the village limits with the forest on one side. When we landed up at his place, it was around 10 pm. Jim had setup a perfect partying place with a fire, standup lamps, chairs, tables, beer and what not. The setup was in his backyard touching the woods. Just to the partying place, a road led up from the back to nowhere. When checked, it landed in a house decorated in lights with a ranch that we could make out in that poor light. Nothing else around. Just the two houses and the woods. And it was very cold for a summer night.

We were around 8 guys who were overjoyed with the party settings and partly scared with the surroundings. I mean what were we like one day before ...partying in Chippewa street with all that glitz and glamour and crowd...and here we were in a setup straight out of Ram Gopal Verma's mind.

Anyway, the beer flowed and kept us in senses. Some Spanish songs followed by Hindi songs set the crowd in a dance. Jim's definition of Indian dance was to run around his house with his hands flailing up in the air! Deepak and Praneet grooved with Singh. Prasad and JK caught up now and then in it!

Me was sipping beer and sitting near the fire. That’s when I saw those legs on that road half hidden in the dark and the shrubs. One second....and they moved. Still, could not make out the figure except that it was a lady. I crept upto Raj and told him and he passed it on to Jim. Idea was that Jim would be able to figure out and we could get over it. Nopes...either the beer got to him or he never expected someone, he had a creepy look which was worse than ours! Anyways, we called out 'whoz there?' and out stepped Carol!

Carol is the loner in her 50s who lived up there in the house with lights. You heard it right...a loner in that lonely house up the drive next to a ranch (a straight rip off from the Hound of the Baskervilles). No hounds but....horses. We couldn’t avoid the question and asked "how do you live alone in this scary setting?” Her answer summed up what we missed to see "I don’t see anything scary here...it’s beautiful". Imagine...the woods...two lonely houses...a ranch with horses...moonlit night...a party....now, that’s what we read in a fairy tale, right?...:) We missed the pic at that point. When the above thought was settling and we were about to smile, Jim and Carol added "ohh ...a coupe of bears do turn up here." So much for a fairy tale...sigh.

Carol and Jim sang and danced together. We all stood up and sang our National Anthem (that’s the common song we all knew...Indians!). Later, it got too cold outside. So, me walked into Jim's house. Everything in there was antique...in the real sense. Jim was not a collector. Its just that he never changed to new things. So, instead of a cd music system, we found a tape recorder. TVs (small tv, medium tv, tiny tv) in all rooms. Old gramophone player. A bird in a cage which will whistle if you whistle. A painting of Mark Twain (yeah..u heard it right) which looked more like Stapleton (again from HOTB). His attic was filled with weird things like a head made of plaster of Paris in a glass bowl, old horror movies, etc. Someone said that Jim used to have a snake as a pet. That’s when all of us walked quietly and quickly out of the house. Enough for one party to freak you out…free beer or not.

When we started from there, it was like 2 am in the morning. Jim played the perfect host and acted like an air traffic controller when we backed out our cars. That is still my image of Jim whenever I think of that night!

Road Trip

The last 10 days had me drive 1700 miles all alone with just my ipod and that NPR radio. I went and saw a lot of my friends; met strange, interesting people; made new friends; whiled away time in the way I always wanted; went through Manhattan like I always wanted to; stay at Idylwoods, Buffalo (my home away from home).

I have a couple of interesting incidents that I will cover in the next few blogs. More than anything, this time alone gave me a confidence of discovering myself. I understand that I need to have such breaks to see 'within' and add yet another perspective to the kaleidoscope called life.

Incidents to follow...first, its about Jim, Carol and the Hound of the Baskervilles.

:)

waitieeees...

will be back with a bunch of stories.....:)

Kungfu Panda

I love this animation movie too much......simple story, good animation and great stunts!....:)

R for Rajni

am a self declared thalaivar fan. I wrote this below article in Aug 08 when Kuselan released.

read on...

There is only one sun...

I will complete the above riddle at the end of this mail. Now, back to what I wanted to write about. After marriage, I was a bit reluctant on bringing out my Super Star mania to her. Well...not that I felt bad about it but its like...you know...hmm...how will a girl look at somebody who adores a cinema star and goes berserk on his new movie release days. Seemed like a hard sell. Anyhow, it eventually needed to come out and it did. Surprisingly, she was cool about it when I told.

Finally D-day arrives. On the day before Kuselan release, I gently tell her that I will be up by 5:30 am next day so that I can drive to Hosur (about 25 km) to catch up with the exclusive fan's show (thanks to naadas!). She does not believe that I will get up and takes it light. Hmm...girls!....:) ....So, next day dawns and I do it for the first time ever in Bangalore...get up by 5:30 am without the alarm...Quickly dress up and get going along with three other friends. First drink of the day is ...he he he....wine in the car.

7 am.

We reach Hosur Raghavendra theatre by 7 am to the sound of Fireworks. The celebrations and hoardings are toned down (since this is not a pucca Rajni movie). Yet, the place wears a festive look. Something strikes me quick. Most of them present are over 30. And well behaved (believe me....I have been to first day shows in Albert theatre in Egmore and the crowds there are really crazy!) The worn steel grille gates could not hold the mad rush of people trying to get inside. The theatre guards start shouting and an aged person (some 40 years old) comes up with something I have never ever heard before.

Guard : deii...#$#%^^..olunga varisaya pongada (hey....#$#$%^....go in a line)

Aged : thambi....naanga kadavule paaka porom....idhu (points to theatre) enga koil...onnum panna maatom!....(bro..we are going to see our God...this theatre is our temple...nothing will happen)

Guard : (gives a puzzled look and moves away)

Aged : (says to the crowd in general) naan inga 25 varushama varen..hmm.. (am coming here for the last 25 years)

The crows jostles and me lands inside the theatre with a big shove! Wheww.....We quickly occupy the wooden seats and wait for the darshan (he he..). No AC in the theatre. No fans where we sat. We sweat and wait......It happens in the sixteenth minute. And everything else is forgotten!....The last 20 minutes of the movie rocks us. We make out of the theatre straight to office.

7 pm.

This is an entirely different world. Forum mall is one of the happening places in Bangalore (bomb or not...:). The crowd is hep; you smell Australian cookies. The might of Indian economy: the rising middle class is amply seen. Am again with a larger group of friends and my wife. The PVR theatre ambience is real good. Once inside the theatre, the crowd dynamics is typically the same for Thalaivar!. The 16th minute...the same excitement!

I witness

Two worlds;
Different types of people;
Same behaviour.

There is one scene in the movie where Vadivelu on seeing Super Star goes wierd and starts acting mad! That was the act of the day and I could fit any fan in that scene and see the same result....:)

As we come out and slowly dissolve into reality, she asks me....'When did you become this big a fan?' Am puzzled for an answer. When? Why? Was it his on screen or off screen presence? Was it his struggles and eventual success? Was it his simplicity? I don't know.

I only know

There is only one sun...
There is only one super star.

Nacho Libre

I always wanted to write about this movie. I watched it in 2006. A tale with funny things happening in an average man's life and a simple message driven home. Jack Black excels in his role as the monk-turned-wrestler and Ana De La Regura (Mexican actress) does her role beautifully.

Watch out for
1) The way Jack Black howls 'Nachooooooooooooo'
2) The lean guy who fights with Jack
3) Chancho - the kid at the monastery
4) And Ana ...sigh....what a beauty!....she will melt your heart! ...:)
5) The songs in the movie are fabulous! Feels like a tamil movie..:)..
6) The song that Jack sings in the end and the letter he writes to Ana...:)
7) The walk that Jack takes Ana and his antics with those pants...:)

There are some fine moments in this feel good movie that will leave you smiling. Catch it up on DVD. Its worth it.

:)

Present Day Problems....Present Day Solutions

Imagine.

Two kids are fighting out. You walk to them and find out that its about having a chocolate. What will you do?

1) You sit down with each one of them separately; find out about their families; find out their lineage. You look at the chocolate; make out the manufacturer's name; trace him down; find out the manufacturing process; see if the above kid's ancestors had a hand in it somewhere. Additionally, you look at neighboring kids; assess their importance. Look at neighboring chocolate manufacturers; assess their importance. With all these mind bewildering data crunched in your skull, you make the all important decision of handing over the chocolate to one kid. In the process, you perennially make enemies with the other kid who will, after 10 long years, still wait with a stone hidden in his pocket to nuke you or the other guy out.

2) You split the chocolate into two and give it to the kids.

What should you do?

Now, all the solutions are not going to be as easy as option 2. Problems are not as simple as a chocolate. But the point to note is that you look at a problem as a present day problem and give a present day solution.

In a way, my analogy to humans as kids stands true if you consider the evolution of universe vis a vis humans. Now, here we are a race who are not the first to arrive in earth; who do not know where we came from; who do not know where we are going to end up. But still in that tiny weeny time in between, what do we do? We focus our energy to wreak havoc. Smell something?

You cannot and never will be able to do justice to any party if you look back at history and try to address grievances. This will result in prejudiced views and the sect powerful in that point of time is going to drive you nuts here. Am not saying that immediate past needs to be ignored. But you cannot keep forever going back.

When you drive a car or a bike, I agree that you do use the rear view mirror. But heyy...you look back for what...say the past 50 feet?...not all the way back from where you started!...Got it?
Saro

Getting Ready...

...for a 1600 mile drive in 10 days.

Muncie, IN - Jersey City, NJ - Buffalo, NY - Muncie, IN

hmmm...the first one is the hardest with 685 miles. Hopefully, I still have that thing in me to drive....:)

I will be meeting a lot of friends. Can't wait...:)

Fooled

Thinking of my teens and follow up years, I clearly see that I got fooled by the sweet nature of girls. I mean, not trying to be finger pointing at the fairer sex, guys tend to fall for that part of the girl which seems like a fairy tale. A smile here...a look there....a small fight....the list goes on. Those small moments take away a guy far more often than a girl.

So, what am I trying to say?

Get fooled, guys. Its sometimes good to have wounds in a battle field than a clean slate.

nooru roova notta paatha, kaadhal varum keluda
ooru poora suthi vandhen...paathedhelaam jaalam da.

:)

Sleep songs

nowadays, i cannot sleep without listening to 'ullathil nalla ullam' from karnan and 'pitchai paathiram' from naan kadavul

The Dark Knight

Its been awhile since I wrote about movies. This short period of solitude has given arise to such an opportunity. Now, to the movie which has been haunting me for quite sometime now. Also, as a statistic, I have now seen this movie more than any other movie in my lifetime yet. Its The Dark Knight. (Virumaandi and The Prestige are a close second).

Am not going to cover anything about the story or the actors. No...am writing more on what struck me after these multitude of viewings. The below thing might make sense only if you have seen the movie once.

1) In the whole movie, there is not even one shot of the Sun nor there is Sunlight shown. Gotham (as in the comics) is always portrayed gloomy with overcast skies.

2) In the climax, after Harvey's death, Gordon and Batman discuss on what will happen. Now that Harvey is dead (that too with a bad reputation of killing cops), Gordon tells Batman that 'people would lose hope', Batman looks up (to Gordon's kid above who is not shown) and says 'They won't'. He means the kid (analogy : young generation) who believes on Batman.

3) Batman and Joker share a lot in common. At least if you look at the way they think: - When Bruce Wayne throws a party, the moment he enters, he throws the question 'Where is Harvey Dent?'. When Joker enters the same party at a later point of time, he throws the same question. - Batman revers Harvey Dent. For Batman, Harvey is the symbol whom he can never be. Joker sees the same (that Dent is the best among Gotham city inmates) but looks at destroying such a symbol.

4) Only in two ways, Batman and Joker differ. First, Batman plays by one rule and Joker never does that. Another is Joker thinks alone and does things whereas Batman keeps consulting with Alfred and Lucius. We have to acknowledge that Joker is far intelligent.

5) In the hospital, Joker tells Harvey that he (Joker) is a guy without plan. He tells him that he is like a dog chasing cars. In a way, Joker plans things right from the start. Everything goes to a plan for him (for e.g., he getting arrested to get Lau and hence the money location). But the thing is that he does not care about the results of how the plans actually go.

6) When Joker escapes from the prison, he is shown sticking out his head outside the police car. Note that he is not driving. This is one of the scenes that shows us that he has police accomplices.

7) In the climax when Batman throws Joker out from the top of the building, you can actually hear Joker laughing. Thats because he is happy that he broke Batman's one rule. Later, Batman catches him and Joker groans....:)

8) Joker predicts way ahead in the movie how Batman will be treated in the end. In the prison interrogation scene, Joker tells the Batman that the people, once they dont have a need for him (Batman), will throw him out like a leper. This happens in the end when even though Batman finds Joker and ends the menace, people still treat him to be a cop killer.

9) What do you think would have happened if the people or prisoners (on two separate boats) pressed the button to blow the other boat? Trying to think like the Joker, my guess is that their own boat would have been blown up!

Why do friends leave me?

Is it because they think I show less interest in them? Have I?

Is it because I pick new friends? Do I?

Kan moodinaal, Irul edhu...neeye therigerai.
(When I close my eyes, I don't see darkness. I see you.)

Happily 'friend' after?

No.

There are no second thoughts about this.

Friendship is not destined to last forever. Sometimes, its best to move on with the sweet memories safely tucked inside. Priorities change; People change. Whats wrong? nothing. Do we still love the same toys we treasured in childhood? Do we still visit our college or school we thought we can never ever leave and cried hard on the last day? Do we still treasure our bicycles in front of our bikes and cars?

As we grow up, its more responsibilities (read miseries). And a friend might not be able to pitch in for each of your problems or share your joys the same way as before. And add the new relations you pick up along the way and their complexities....its best that you don't bring them on board.

So, is there something wrong about this whole thing? About losing friends whom you thought you can never ever part for a moment? No. Its the way of growing up. Funny...when I was young, I used to think why do my father and mother spend less time with their friends? Now, it dawns on me. Nice good way to make something clear to you...:)

A casual mail or a phone call to that long last friend sometimes tries to rekindle those old memories. I savor them for that moment and lock them up again....:)

Same Sh*t...Different Game.

I borrowed the subject line from one of Stephen King's novels. So, why this? You will understand at the end of this mail.

Indian Elections 2009.

From the early 90s, India has seen more of coalition governments. In my opinion, coalition governments are one of the trajectories of a true democracy. It gives the regional state governments more power at the center.

But am not here to talk about that.

Back till the 90s, India had a two party system fighting out at the center. The regional parties used to support one of the parties' candidates. Later, it changed to the regional parties entering into pre-poll alliances with the center parties and fielding their own candidates (first with a small percentage and then growing into large percentages). This has been the story all along till this year.

Now there is a new game in place.

No regional party wants a truck with the center parties just yet. And vice versa. The idea is to go it alone in the elections (with their own promises and manifestos). Get as many seats as possible. Then, post-polls, look at which center party has the largest number (or which alliance can fetch the largest number) and start talks with them for forming the government. Believe me....this is the jackpot of all ideas with so many benefits.

One, there is no incumbency factor. Even if a party was in an alliance with the erstwhile ruling party, they can say that they are not there in that now alliance and all along they have been vehemently opposing it from within. If you carefully listen, verbage such as moralilty, conscience, back stabbing, etc. will figure in their speech. Ohh....its just the cream whipped up your ****....:)

Two, there are a string of loose alliances formed now. But no party is committing to stay in the alliance post-polls! How is this great idea?.....:) Wonder of sorts, all the parties seem to like this idea. When I think over it, it seems to make sense in this manner - When I walk into a store to buy something, will I be acceptable with money or without money in there? With money, of course. Now, do the store people worry how I get the money?....:)....does it make sense now? Same pinch.

Three, the parties are now going to kindle a lot of passion and get the votes. But don't be surprised if they realign with the same parties they would have foul mouthed before the elections. Can you go and wipe out your vote then? nopes, I don't think so.

Four, whom will the people vote for or against? They don't know if some X regional party is going to support Y or Z center party after the polls. This must be the only elections where the people are the confused lot going to vote to some party believing that
Hmm.....sometimes, the twists in a horror movie are far less, I guess. Oh boy....I can't just wait for this roller coaster ride. Being one of the common man, am going to sit back; read the papers; listen to speeches; argue over tea with friends; make a decision; cast my vote and.....wait for the fun to start....maybe to be fooled.

All in the game. But wait...

Same sh*t....Different Game.