Operation Doomsday

This is the title of yet another masterpiece by Sidney Sheldon. For those who don’t know him, Sidney Sheldon is a world renowned author of fiction whose novels are a homogenous mixture of suspense, thrill, drama, betrayal and the dreaded three letter word ‘$^#’.

This one revolves around Commander Robert Bellamy who is an ex-war hero and is now with the Naval intelligence department. He gets a call to meet the general of the intelligence operations of NSA and is given a mission to trace the witnesses of a weather balloon crash in Switzerland because it had contained some sensitive scientific devices. With just the knowledge of the date, time and location of the event, he embarks on his journey with strict instructions not to take anyone else’s help. With sheer hard work and intelligence he traces the witnesses one by one and is shocked to know that it was actually an alien spaceship which had crashed with two dead alien bodies and one missing, which was reported as a weather balloon crash to avoid panic among the public until suitable defense systems had been installed to save the earth from the aliens. Robert reports about each and every witness to them as he is told that they will be sworn to secrecy not to mention this to anyone, but in reality, they eliminate each and every witness who they get to know about in unique ways to avoid any suspicion.

At last when he has reported all of them, he gets to know that all of them have been killed and he is next. He then tries all he can to escape from them as a number of countries are involved in this bid to thwart the aliens. What helps him to avoid getting captured is the fact that those after him were the ones who trained him how to escape from such situations. His journey of escape is filled with friends turning traitors in the name of ‘duty’ and people who can do any thing for money, even double cross him. At last he gets to know that people behind this are some very rich industrialists with strong connections in the corridors of power of various countries. Their motive is to buy time before the outbreak of war with the aliens by suppressing the witnesses of the crash.

Now comes the question why this operation is carried out by these businessmen. This is because the reason why the aliens want to fight is that we, the people have left no stone unturned in the destruction of this planet. They want the people to stop fighting, shut the pollution making industries and the usage of conventional sources of energy like petroleum. This could lead to these guys going bankrupt, so they decide to fight it out. Robert tries the last attempt to save his life by telling them that there is another witness to the incident. They fall for it and decide to meet him at that very place where the spaceship crashed and eliminate him and the witness there only.

But Robert pulls out a masterstroke and shows them his witness, the missing Alien. This appears to be the laughing point for the villains (which include the person he considered to be his mentor) as they underestimate the alien power which is capable of changing forms, reading minds and creating hallucinations. The end is very positive as the alien takes away the culprits with her and promises to send them as soon as they mend ways. From Robert, for whom this was the last mission, the alien takes a vow that he will try all he can to save the Earth and he happily makes it the mission of his life.

All I can say is that like all Sheldon novels, this book is a must read for all, but don’t expect me to lend it because I have myself borrowed it from someone. Ha Ha Ha….Sorry again for my awkward sense of humour.
My next goal is to read ‘Morning, noon and night’ by the same author which appears to be as exciting as this one.
To all of you who have taken the pains to read this post,
HAPPY NEW YEAR

Godfather

When I rule the world, it will be fun to decide who lives. Based on what I’ve seen from you – not many will.
Anonymous

Since no one wants to take the claim to this wonderful quote, so you can put the blame on me.

Back to business, this past week I finally watched the epic GODFATHER movie. Pure class and bloodshed, nothing else. Both these words don’t go hand in hand but this is what this movie is all about. It is about a Don (played by Marlon Brando) who knows how to get things straight in any possible way, like we guys say ‘by hook or crook’. Then there comes a turk who proposes to deal in drugs with the Don. Refusing this leads to the Don being shot but he survives due to the presence of mind of his son Michael (who is a war-time hero), who saves him while his stay at the hospital. Then the turk is killed by Michael in yet another thrilling scene. Michael is told to leave by his associates until things cool down and during that time, while the Don is recuperating, his brother Santiano (I may be wrong with the spelling) takes charge who is as hot-headed as me and takes impulsive decisions which eventually leads to his assassination. The Don soon dies to an unimpressive death but only after doing his bit to ensure that Michael and his family is safe. The onus comes back to Michael who doesn’t disappoint and finishes off the so called ‘business’ by killing all his enemies including his brother in law on the day he becomes the Godfather of his nephew (son of the deceased brother in law) . For this role of a Don, Marlon Brando had been designated with the tag of the ‘Best acting ever done’. But I was a little disappointed cause for a major part of the film he was on the hospital bed vulnerable as ever, and also he died pretty early in the movie. What I expected was a role like our Gabbar Singh. But it was like Amitabh Bachchan’s role in Sarkar where the Don also has a family, emotions, where he gets hurt and makes a comeback. It would be rather better to say that Sarkar was copied from it with Michael’s role potrayed by Baby Bachchan (Abhishek). But the best thing about this film was its one-liners which could put even Javed Akhtar to shame. The film even though it was of a duration of 3 hours, went on at such a fast pace that I had to often reverse it to catch up with the missed part and take time to digest the scene. I say that is a must watch for all, especially for ‘violence loving people’ like me. The statement above refers to my expectations from cinema only and not real life. Part 2 and 3 of this series are next in queue to be viewed.
When will the day come when we see an Indian movie not copied from some other source and making it big on its own.

Perseverence Pays

I dont know who but someone must have said,
" If there is something for you in your destiny, even god can't take it from you"
if no one has said this, then "You can put the claim on me"….this is what I feel when I win…I don’t know how and why has it happened that whenever I shave, I do gets some wins in my kitty…but this hasn’t made me shave the next day also…So lets narrate my Monday…I went to hansraj for the quiz by their chemistry society…most of the quizzers from my college where already there…as usual, my partner was late and received a barrage of abuses from me for picking up my call when he was just at the entryof the college which resulted in a hefty loss of Rs.2….i feel sad that my network is airtel..the call rates are quite high but all say that its compensated by its good connectivity…I say Damn them…this “good connectivity” is another big disadvantage...whenever in my college someone loses connectivity..he straightaway comes to me and says..” yaar tera to airtel hai naa; zara phone dikhaio mera network nahin aa raha”….there goes my balance for the week..ok ok ‘airtel murdabad’ ends and I get back to business ..…

we gave the prelims at hasraj and scored 6….the qualifying score needed was 7….and the questions missed by us….i hope my maths teacher doesn’t read this…
Q. Human body temperature in Kelvin scale…
Our answer--> 273 +37=300…although it is 310, and this was done by me and overlooked by my partner…..
Q. Where did the 1857 mutiny start?..
Our answer--> we went for barrackpore although meerut was ringing the bells in my brain…once again because of my partner, we made the mistake of overestimating the quizmaster…so our next stop was S.R.C.C…the level of a college is signified by the fests organized there…till now this was the most happening place I visited in DU…shampoo sachets at entry…free bingo ‘mad angles’ for all (I managed only 2 packets of Rs.5 )…but bad news awaited us…the prelims of the ‘sports quiz’ which was once my forte were over…
Our next stop was Ramjas…..Ramjas stands out in DU as the only college which requires visitors to write their biographies in the entry register…there free lunch was on offer and the invitation was sent to us also but I refused due to my tendency of staying away from the crowds and mob mentality which was dominating the minds of the students there in search of an extra gulab jamun…
I think like polio vaccines, every one should be taught how to use a projector as no one knows what to do with it when it is supposed to be used…so at this quiz at ramjas, my performance was below expectations (no surprise in that I suppose) but what made me glad was that my partner had indeed answered some questions right….but as usual, we missed out here too…
Our next stop was khalsa for another quiz…when we reached there, we realized that no event was going to take place there and that the intelligence report provided by some of my ‘so called friends’…turned out to be a fake…but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise for me….as I persuaded my partner ankit to give a final try to S.R.C.C …he was foolish enough to accept my promise of paying for his rickshaw and food..at S.R.C.C we registered ourselves for a competition wrongly named as ‘mixed bag’ although it was a quiz..(thank god for that cause it kept all the good quizzers far from that)….the refreshments for the participants was a can of 'Red Bull' drink..just guess its price…can’t guess it…Ok I tell…each can costs Rs.75…I am keen on preserving it till its expiry date in 2009…So when the results were announced, I made it at the borderline and my partner missed out by 1 point..( there were single participations in that competition)…the next 2 rounds were literally cakewalks cause I had luck and destiny on my side…this made me richer by Rs.1500 which will be paid by cheque….hey all those expecting a treat stay away….but there is a problem…I don’t have a bank account…please don’t laugh although it isn’t tough for me to get one cause my father is in a bank….
All those who have been refused a treat read it that I am not such a bad boy cause I have pledged 1/10 of the sum i.e. Rs.150 of this to charity….what made me succeed was my determination of making it big inspite of knowing that I am not the best….In the end, all i can say is that perseverence pays..I hope i have got the spelling right...

Tragedy

they say never overestimate someone...i say always underestimate others...especially when it comes to quizzes in DU....at last i struck gold in the quizzing circuit...the last one from NSIT quizzers to do so...i am considered a shady quizzer..( champ of low level quizzes)..but this quiz was much below that level...we missed the business quiz at venky which had better cash prizes cause then we couldnt hav attended the 2 quizzes at north campus, miranda and hansraj...and also cause we knew that we had no chance to qualify there among the bigwigs at venky ...so we reached miranda at 11:40 where as the quiz was at 12:30..the guard literaaly took my biodata as it wasn't usual for him to see boys in the girls college...we roamed about till 12:30 ( quiz time) but were'nt surprised when the quiz was delayed by an hour cause only 3 teams had registered...so we went on roaming and saw the various departments of DU which looked fascinating in their Lutyens type architecture...they had a nice resemblace to the hogwarts school (Harry Potter World)...our next stop was hansraj..we registered ourselves for the quiz (this one also had been delayed by an hour) ...then i recieved an sms from a miranda girl which said " the science quiz is going to be start" ....see the sentence once again..yes, no type error here...i dont want to name that girl from miranda cause i dpnt want to give anyone unwanted publicity from my blog....familiar faces awaited us at miranda...a team of our seniors who were the defending champs had arrived...with a bleak chance of quiz starting...bleaker of winning, we decided to dump miranda for hansraj...so there we were at hasraj again...

what i am going to tell you know may shock you...the quiz organisers stated the rules...15 questions in 90 seconds...yes, you have read it right..6 seconds per question...the quizmaster also mentioned that the time for writing our names on this sheet was also included...which was later revoked on my insistence...but 90 seconds flat...so these were the preliminaries...we were tied with 2 other teams for the 3rd and 4th places on stage..so there was a tie breaker...the quizmaster told me to whisper the answer in his ear...another absurbidity which was ended by me by suggesting the idea of writing on sheets...so we did well in tie-breaker and were selected...while annoucing the answers a mockery was made of the quizmaster due to his english... you can imagine the noise made by the crowd when he mentioned one answer refering to article 673 as 'rape'...the noise was not due to the meaning of this word but his pronunciation which sounded like 'raaaaap'....

On stage were 2 teams from hasraj, us from NSIT , one from hindu...we started normally but one of the teams of hasraj itself was going great guns...

our first question>> in which country were dogs worshipped as gods?..(even its an anagram)..another one followed " which country has the lowest GDP"..how the hell am i suppsoed to know that...

I literally had a fight with the quizmaster over this question....

Q. A body moving in a circular motion has ________ accelaration.

Our answer>>> centripetal.

their answer >> >variable.

after that what followed was lines like ' decision of the quizmaster is final'....'please don't create a fuss'...

then came my favourite 'sports round'... i knew most of the questions of the other teams also...even shady ones like for example " what is the cash prize given to a khel ratna awardee" answer is Rs. 5,00,000...none of the teams scored points in the round...a laptop belonging to one of the teams had to be fixed for the visual rounds...(proof that the team was surely involved in the preparation of the quiz)...but it couldnt be done... so Round Cancelled...before the last round at my request the scores were announced and not surprisingly we had been alloted 10 points less...i again fought for this again the same replies from their side but at last they agreed...so at the end we were 2nd at 80 points...adrift from the bugged team of hasraj by 10 points..(the same which weren't given to us for the accelaration one....another surpirse was awaiting us ...the cash (although not much but still significant) would be given to us on tuesday..sure the ceremony will clash with some other quizzes...

at the end the quiz master still had the guts to invite me for the quiz next year too...i was seriously thinking of taking his number and pasting it in one of the DTC buses under the tagline..." khujli, khansi, petdard ke liye sampark karein"...

And now i am revealing the names of the culprits..they are from the 'Zoological and Botany Society ' of hasraj...slap them where ever you see them...they are a menace to the society who organise events pathetically...

** The best thing about the quiz was the refreshments of Mc aloo burger..

RESUME

With a pile of 300 résumés on his desk and a need to pick someone quickly, my boss told me to make calls on the bottom 50 and toss the rest. "Throw away 250 résumés?" I asked, shocked. "What if the best candidates are in there?" "You have a point," he said. " But then again, I don't need people with bad luck here

Ek ladki thi deewani si.....Mobile lekar chalti thi.....Nazrain jhuka ke......Sharma ke......Mobile mein jaane kya dekha karti thi!.....Kuchh karna tha shaayad usko.....Par jaane kis se darti thi.....Jab bhi milti thi mujhse.....Yehi poochha karti thi.....Yeh ON kaise hota hai,Yeh ON kaise hota hai.....aur main sirf yehi kah pata thaye mobile nahi TV ka remote hai....
i didn't get a good pic of a girl on a mobile phone so using this mice...error regretted....a personalised post coming soon...

Cool Quotes

Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.

To Err is human, to forgive is not a COMPANY policy.

The road to success??.. Is always under construction.

Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again, neither does Milk.

In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.

All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive or fattening.

Since Light travels faster than Sound, people appear brighter before you hear them speak. Everyone has a scheme of getting rich.. Which never works. ( Oh God! Save my blog.)

If at first you don't succeed.. Destroy all evidence that you ever tried.

You can never determine which side of the bread to butter. If it falls down, it will always land on the buttered side.

Anything dropped on the floor will roll over to the most inaccessible corner.

42.7% of all statistics are made on the spot.

If you have paper, you don't have a pen??. If you have a pen, you don't have paper?? If you have both, no one calls.

If you have bunked the class, the professor has taken attendance.

You will pick up maximum wrong numbers when on roaming.

After a long wait for bus no.764, two 764 number buses will always pull in together and the bus which you get in will be crowded than the other.

The last person to be fired or quit is responsible for all the errors until another person is fired or quits.

Irrespective of the direction of the wind, the smoke from the cigarette will always tend to go to the non-smoker.

Bite

here are some more interesting incidents of my oooh so boring life...

when i was very small around 30 inches tall...me and my cousin brother lalit ( i call him lalita pawar) (although 3 years my senior he wud have been around 31 inches) when to a temple for some type of langar...suddenly a girl came with a tiny bicycle and i cant remember why but we had an altercation.. that time i was too young to think about etiquettes and all that stuff...so me my bro geared up to fight...that was also up in arms...but there was a twist in tale..me and my bro started arguing to go first ..this led to a fight between ourselves....it was like you come to watch a india-pakistan match but instead get to see india-bermuda...a bout of madness meant for the girl took over me and i bit my brother on his stomach...the real drama unfolded when we reached home...his mom and my mom scolded me so badly that i was crying louder than him....but to his bad luck he still carries that bite mark...

Moral of the story: Don't mess with me...i can bite anywhere anytime...

it is indeed strange...when i am offline i am brimming with ideas for writing on this blog but when i come down to writing , it all goes WOOOOSH.....same as it happens in your exam or can i say my exam atleast......
ab hum seedhe seedhe apni aukat pe aata hun....aur ek sher sunata hun..
mohabbat karne walo ko inkar acha nahin lagta..
dunia walo ko ikrar acha nahin lagta...
jab tak ladka ladki bhag naa jaye..
in saalo ko pyar sacha nahin lagta..

acha acha ek aur..

wo aayi hum dekhte rahe...
wo muskarai hum chup rahe...
wo bolti rahi humne suna nahin..
jab wo chali gayi...
hum chillaye... "Maam Attendance"...

Me and my Chetak

what's the score???...this question was asked by my chem prac teacher who was taking my viva....cant believe it???...even i can't cause this happened in my dream...........

since the time i have mentioned about my blog and future earnings from it (which are too distant to dream about), all my class mates are interested in doing something like this for themeselves....this reminds me of a dialogue by akshay kumar in hera pheri...

" shahar basa nahi ki lutere pehle aa gaye"....

ok back to business now...this incident happened with me in class 12 vacations....i was learning how to drive a scooter after i had mastered the technique of driving a cycle, car, chopper..........my scooter is the bajaj chetak which i considered as too old and incapable of responding to a stimuli....how badly was i proved wrong....what made me nervous was the fact that i just couldn't kickstart it in less than 5 tries or the fact that i have still not mastered the technique of locking or unlocking it...another reason leading to anxiety was my habit of braking with my chappals on the ground while cycling (my concepts of friction were solid at that time also) or repeated trin-trin of the horn even when there was the need of an emergency brake...so the ground for the practice was a mud one although it had lots and lots of kankar-pathars.....during the fast trial my father was sitting besides me..it ended with an abrupt stop as i had left the clutch early...so the next time i told my father to get off and promised that i will not leave the clutch early as i had done for the previous 5 times and which had made me an object of interest for the gulli-danda players playing dere....so in this trial i pressed the clutch as hard as i could...put the vehicle in first gear...and then a terrible thing happened....my wrist turned and before i could realise that i had given full accelaration(stimuli)...the vehicle stood on one tyre , making an angle of 60 degree with the ground (response)...you could compare this with the legendary pic of maharan pratap on his horse chetak...i somehow brought it down ..but then suddenly i did the same mistake once again...and this time the angle was roughly around 75 degrees..the scene looked like maharana pratap on his horse chetak...the difference was that my inclination was higher...but as luck would have it i escaped unhurt from an incident which could have ruined me for life...i still laugh at myself at the memoriesof the gulli-danda players laughing at me after that incident...i imagine what would have gone through my father's mind when i was scooter-borne...

each and everything in this blog is true..apart from the fact that i fly choppers...

child psychology and Lalu

this topic is as far from my curent condition as timbuktu is from chandni chowk.....tommorow is my engineering drawing practical and i am not studying..you know why ??....cause i am a firm believer in god....so dawa se zyada dua mein vishwaas hai...

ok lets get to the topic....the other day i saw a child fall down from the stairs...his first reaction was to look at his mother....when he saw no reaction coming from her side..guess what ..he dusted his clothes and began doing what he was doing earlier...

had this incident taken place due to someone else's fault, he would have created such a defeaning noise that would have put even sopranos to shame...the child gets extra enjoyment in getting someone else scolded and gaining that ego boasting amount of sympathy.....well i have always felt that i was the shareefest child in the town..........bt now things have changed .......as i have grown, my mother has stopped using the TAKIAKALAM that ' tere jaisa bachha to lalten leke dhundne se bhi nahin milega'..... u know my cause its not my fault....there is a dearth of laltens around since lalu has lost power in bihar......

i end on a good quote by LALU JEE--------------- jab tak rahega samose mein aaloo.....tab tak rahega bihar mein laluu.....

another important pledge...i have recieved 2 comments and both have told me not to use PJs...so main geeta aur seeta pe haath rakh ke kasam khata hun ki main PJs nahin marunga...