tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322371082024-03-22T00:49:29.276+05:30Random Ramblings of a Rabid ReaderRandom ramblings rambled while running along the roads of life.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-6454070941869494502011-01-13T23:55:00.001+05:302011-01-13T23:58:07.049+05:30Indian Science FictionI just realised today, why Indian art/movies does not have good/original science fiction. The entire basis of science fiction, especially the alien invasion variety is based on acute xenophobia. India has never been xenophobic. Come to think of it, we are part of the great alien invasion Hollywood is so scared of. We are the invaders they cant fight with their weapons, rendering their missile silos impotent by non-confrontation. Non violence is the greatest emasculator, as it removes all possibility of displayed Machismo. We were always like the sea, absorbing all foreign elements, integrating them and eventually subsuming them into our culture. In fact we are xenophilic by nature. <br /><br />The inherent assumption is that foreign things must be better followed by the surprise when they dont match up to our expectations. It is not a surprising emotion for a country, perpetually disappointed by those we believe in. While it engendered a paralysing passivity, it also enables us to be hopeful that anything new can only better. Maybe this is the true reason that India is shining when the world undergoes monumental change. When you accept change whilst othere reject it, it automatically gives you a upper hand. <br /><br />The irony is that as we succeed as a nation, each new generation will be less open to change, more conventional in its life choices. This will enable some other nation, another underdog to be the rising star of the future..<br /><br />Aah!!! Change, she is a bitch :)Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-7800966471937711572010-05-03T23:21:00.000+05:302010-05-03T23:22:33.816+05:30A new word for a new state of mindThere is a poignant german word, called "Torschlusspanik", the rough translation of which is "the fear of closing doors". It is the emotion conjured up when we ponder the various avenues that are permanently closed to us as individuals. <br /><br />While this word describes an essential part of the human condition, I would like to propose another unique, albeit less satisfactorily morbid linguistic exercise. The aim of this exercise would be to devise a word which would be the the polar opposite of "Torschlusspanik"; in the same way that a gentle cynic relates to a fanatic. <br /><br />In brief terms, this word would mean "The complacence of partially open avenues/doors". According to me this is the feeling that all is not wrong yet and some small effort on my part will correct the situation. It is a temporaray state of mind, gradually metamorphosing either into "Torschlusspanik" or resolving itself through action leading to a better future. <br /><br />While I did come up with "Doorpartiallyopencomplacence", I think it lacks the pizazz that the german words do. On a side note, germans have some very nice words to describe whole sentences. For example Weltanschaunng, Schadenfreude etc (look it up, you lazy bums). Coming back to the topic at hand, if you think of any words, do suggest them<br /><br />Signing out<br /><br />KMKartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-87002588254160784572010-03-01T01:44:00.001+05:302010-03-01T01:56:03.040+05:30Inner SilenceWe read, we talk, we consume prepackaged humour. <br /><br />In my case, I do it to drown the silence inside. <br /><br />Why do you?Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-21959509486152458232009-06-20T00:54:00.002+05:302009-06-20T00:57:08.873+05:30Photoshop Strikes Again<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H-bhw3wc_jfxF-cvLZYBvV5pXcEkNcOhVe5hoLUrvHiMc-MB-eS53Vs8_wSUtWBf7XdnHCAG6QGchg9Az-p0D8kads9J0zY8PsQo8BuExx-hhFf6EUXY9Z9KMzMW7Y0rX0J_NA/s1600-h/Hitman+Wallpaper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349121938066115746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5H-bhw3wc_jfxF-cvLZYBvV5pXcEkNcOhVe5hoLUrvHiMc-MB-eS53Vs8_wSUtWBf7XdnHCAG6QGchg9Az-p0D8kads9J0zY8PsQo8BuExx-hhFf6EUXY9Z9KMzMW7Y0rX0J_NA/s400/Hitman+Wallpaper.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The idle mind is the devils workshop, they say...For once "they" are correct :P<br /></div>Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-62411167343313946252009-03-30T17:15:00.002+05:302009-03-30T17:21:03.854+05:30HungerBreaking news, Three men shot<br />Their lives changed; from alive to not.<br /><br />As they lay dying, thoughts ran through their head<br />One yelled "Ram", one "Allah" and the third yelled "Bread"<br /><br />Their post mortem report, this way it read,<br />the third one was hungry, the other two well fed.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-83978128242381058062008-07-09T23:03:00.001+05:302008-07-09T23:05:56.413+05:30Death of a BlogSomeone once said " People die and pass into a state of inaction". A blog dies when it passes into this state. Thus I proclaim my blog dead or very near it. Only time can tell if I will resurrect it, or would the death knell be justified.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-70640576051557062672007-09-05T00:07:00.000+05:302008-11-13T11:42:39.881+05:30Alone in company<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoaJSThzddiR9F1NXoLxPxzCDz-Qy3YuzLWG_URZpm0vzxe44dfluC51KC3MOXPPmC_d4O5omuj7WdaBQKBpV3uRMQzegTH46tbenC3GSKdZPkHfp-V1qwhYp0cRmSMHQXrGMBg/s1600-h/Lady-who-wonders.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106421954461002002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoaJSThzddiR9F1NXoLxPxzCDz-Qy3YuzLWG_URZpm0vzxe44dfluC51KC3MOXPPmC_d4O5omuj7WdaBQKBpV3uRMQzegTH46tbenC3GSKdZPkHfp-V1qwhYp0cRmSMHQXrGMBg/s400/Lady-who-wonders.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is "Luncheon of the boating party" by Renoir and I fell in love with it. The woman in the center (highlighted) is a perfect representation of the loneliness that can be experienced even in a crowd.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-53001725808774419112007-07-03T23:39:00.002+05:302009-06-20T00:42:27.499+05:30Two WarriorsI wrote this poem based on a dream I had, about two spears crossing each others path while in flight. It is a bit on the long side, but please show the patience to read it in its entirety. Do let me know your honest views about it.<br /><br />Two warriors<br /><br />At the borders of two nations<br />Stood two armies of great ambition<br /><br />Two warrior kings on either side…..<br />Battle joined royal, woe betide<br /><br />Both strong, both conquerors<br />Both in the ways of the world wise<br /><br />Both the spear did choose<br />To wreak havoc, panic let loose<br /><br />Far away they let fly<br />The spears towards a place seen by neither eye<br /><br />Though the mortal form before the fight<br />Each was a god in his own right<br /><br />To kill, not maim, was the final goal<br />To pierce the mortal shell, with a sharpened pole<br /><br />The time I speak of, the weapons were wise<br />Though they were launched, they saw with their eyes<br /><br />Before they maim or kill, think they must<br />No innocent killed, no execution unjust<br /><br />Alas the two spears were let fly<br />Each one just and right in the throwers eye<br /><br />As the one from the west flew,<br />He saw the land from up in the sky, so blue<br /><br />Verdant and fertile was the land<br />That ruled under the western kings hand<br /><br />Though feed his people from the land he could<br />Does not mean that he really would<br /><br />To want more, not need more<br />To possess the land, from shore to shore<br /><br />Thus was the western king desire<br />That most glorious of greedy fire<br /><br />Thus far, the western spears way<br />Is all that I could describe today<br /><br />What of the eastern kings spear<br />Would of his journey, you not hear<br /><br />He too flew from his masters hand<br />He too surveyed his masters land<br /><br />As he flew over the hill<br />Oh! So charged with his masters will<br /><br />He too judged, his masters lands<br />The green oases and the dry, dry sands<br /><br />He saw the peoples pleasure and their pain<br />The close juxtaposition of the twain<br /><br />Of the same greed, guilty his master, the king<br />For the land, that the glorious war could bring<br /><br />He too craved to rule from shore to shore<br />And if humanly possible, so much more<br /><br />Now the two spears, in mid air did meet<br />As two warriors should, each other they did greet<br /><br />The eastern spear first spoke his mind,<br />To the circumstances we must not be blind<br /><br />Do I fly ahead and kill your master<br />Or is it JUST to kill mine faster<br /><br />The wise western spear, spoke of his master now<br />The greed of conquest, does my masters judgment cloud<br /><br />The land we live in can satisfy our wants<br />Tis not want but greed, that my master haunts<br /><br />Though his subjects, his nation, his soldiers, he holds his heart near<br />But the glory of never ending conquest, is that which he holds dear<br /><br />On hearing this, could no longer hold his tongue<br />The eastern spear, so fresh and young<br /><br /><br />Of greed and gluttony its tool<br />Is guilty too, my master the fool<br /><br />Only the mention of lands so lush and verdant<br />Springs a thought, so discordant<br /><br />Though the oases may be green<br />From the rest of the land the pickings are lean<br /><br />In the wide deserts, our people do hunger<br />And it is unwise for my king to slumber<br /><br />On such points the wise weapons debated<br />While on the ground the forces waited<br /><br />To see the end, of which they saw the start<br />To know the judgment of the wise dart<br /><br />The clouds cleared, the spears alighted<br />One struck the land, the other a kingdom benighted<br /><br />As for the end we wait, why must I judge<br />Why not the decisions from their places be budged?<br /><br />So where do you feel the wise spears landed<br />Whom did they kill and whom with victory garlanded?<br /><br />This question I leave unsolved,<br />Like many of life’s mysteries, its better left unresolved<br /><br />Now your leave, I must take<br />While you judge the twisted fate<br /><br />Of the two warriors who in battle met<br />And by the laws of justice, one was in the others debt!!!!!!Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-81277526696235260502007-06-07T14:26:00.000+05:302008-11-13T11:42:40.434+05:30Strife<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXJC73d5PcCOFn0SaSTPZAtvZm5bXXmaIvZIkT40_XGw9Pa2dQZzEbfafq6fCc2EvnoyyXhHH7QLvm38I0FrQFPKlmUdPuuf3XTbFBe7aetafujNbd0q1LebpJRHiQ5k32gV4Jw/s1600-h/finale-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073244068579476322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXJC73d5PcCOFn0SaSTPZAtvZm5bXXmaIvZIkT40_XGw9Pa2dQZzEbfafq6fCc2EvnoyyXhHH7QLvm38I0FrQFPKlmUdPuuf3XTbFBe7aetafujNbd0q1LebpJRHiQ5k32gV4Jw/s400/finale-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>As I prepare to embark on the MBA boat, I decided to put all the worry I have into this picture........Do tell me if you guys like it....</div>Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-53091797034427212282007-02-15T00:26:00.000+05:302007-02-24T23:53:56.775+05:30"Windmills of your mind" by Noel HarrisonAmazing lyrics. this is part of the soundtrack of a movie called"The thomas crown affair"(not the Brosnan version but an older one)<br /><br />Round<br />Like a circle in a spiral, Like a wheel within a wheel<br />Never ending or beginning, On an ever-spinning reel<br />Like a snowball down a mountain, Or a carnival balloon<br />Like a carousel thats turning<br />Running rings around the moon<br /><br />Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, Past the minutes of its face<br />And the world is like an apple, Whirling silently in space<br /><br />Like the circles that you find<br />In the windmills of your mind<br />Like a tunnel that you follow<br />To a tunnel of its own<br />Down a hollow to a cavern<br />Where the sun has never shone<br /><br />Like a door that keeps revolving, In a half-forgotten dream<br />Or the ripples from a pebble, Someone tosses in a stream<br />Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, Past the minutes of its face<br /><br />And the world is like an apple, Whirling silently in space<br /><br />Like the circles that you find<br />In the windmills of your mind<br /><br />Keys that jingle in your pocket<br />Words that jangle in your head,<br />Why did summer go so quickly?<br />Was it something that you said?<br /><br />Lovers walk along a shore<br />And leave their footprints in the sand<br /><br />Is the sound of distant drumming<br />Just the fingers of your hand?<br />Pictures hanging in a hallway<br />And the fragment of a song<br />Half-remembered names and faces<br />But to whom do they belong?<br /><br />When you knew that it was over<br />You were suddenly aware<br />That the autumn leaves were turning<br />To the colour of her hair<br /><br />Like a circle in a spiral<br />Like a wheel within a wheel<br />Never ending or beginning<br />On an ever-spinning reel<br />As the images unwind<br /><br />Like the circles that you find<br />In the windmills of your mindKartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-79468202719486712452006-12-17T11:01:00.000+05:302006-12-17T11:02:15.780+05:30i am backwell i have been really busy these last few days so could not post...will be back from todayKartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-55082067717434933882006-10-24T16:57:00.000+05:302006-10-24T23:40:18.861+05:30Old time CroonersHere is my attempt at an old crooners song(someone like jim reeves or sinatra).All comments are welcome<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Path of love</strong><br />sing of the summer, those sultry summers<br />in that lovely way you do\<br />sing of the daybreak, sing of the lovers<br />when i said i love you\\<br /><br />sing of the monsoon, those rainy monsoons<br />in that lovely way you do\<br />sing of the noon time,sing of the silence<br />when i was just looking at you \\<br /><br />sing of the winter ,the lonely winters<br />in that lovely way you do\<br />sing of the starlight,sing of the heart break<br />when WE became, me and you\ \Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-65076432449410007972006-10-24T14:17:00.000+05:302007-11-08T11:09:41.293+05:30Eve leaving eden<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1588/3935/1600/eve.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1588/3935/400/eve.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Just a little something <em>I</em> cobbled together in photoshop.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-64627958903548278992006-10-22T01:37:00.000+05:302006-10-22T01:39:44.632+05:30small poemIn the absurd he searches for reality<br />Understanding rhyme and poetic duality<br />He exists,his time he bides<br />In my heart, I hope this poet residesKartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-21307893579941267532006-10-12T00:39:00.000+05:302006-10-12T14:33:51.773+05:30one click love<a href="http://www.fropper.com/ebook/one-click-love.pdf">http://www.fropper.com/ebook/one-click-love.pdf</a><br />i found the above link while browsing through( okay I admit it"while registering on") fropper.com!!! This dude gives tips on how to survive in the internet dating jungle and has to be read, to be believed. I mean he has silly advice compounded by an exaggerated self image all wrapped up in a little package of advice giving...<br />i recommend for a good laugh anydayKartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-18234976157155256882006-09-17T20:57:00.000+05:302007-07-06T22:15:42.930+05:30my thoughts after reading "Fight club"“Is tyler my bad dream or am I Tylers”<br />This signature line from fight club echoes the very duality of our existense. Are we defined by our memories or are our memories defined by us? What makes us real? Can u call a reflection an imaginary thing just because it does not exist in our plane of existence? Are we a reflection of our reflection; our existense defined by the existense of the reflection.<br />When I walk away from a mirror does my reflection cease to exist or does it shrink away into an alternate universe where left is right?<br />Are we real and if so define reality without any points of reference. Define reality without referencing it to other events ,creating the snake which swallows its own tail…receding into oblivion…falling into an abyss of multiple consciousnesses and zero consciousness where our existense itself is imperiled…I think therefore I am<br />What happens when I cease to think…am I not or am I???<br />If existense is defined by thought, then I could be a figment of someones imagination, my world with all its rules, wars , rapes murders could be some childs nightmare….Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-56434067876591793022006-09-17T20:50:00.000+05:302006-09-17T20:54:24.913+05:30unseen thoughtsSome feelings are better left unsaid,<br />some poems better off unread.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1157130573025044202006-09-01T22:25:00.000+05:302006-09-01T23:28:46.906+05:30<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1172/1979/1600/deserted%20patriotism.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1172/1979/320/deserted%20patriotism.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lets make this post an interactive one. look at the image on the right and try to think of what emotions come when u look at it. then compare it with my view of it.if yours was different i would love to hear about it<br /><p>I made this "digital painting"(well this is my blog and i can call my pathetic effort a painting if i want to) when I was feeling especially depressed about the condition India is in nowaday's. It was made a day before Independence Day.This was supposed to represent the Indian youth on two levels:-</p><p>1>the flag on the upper level symbolises the patriotism we all claim to have.</p><p>2>the " desert" in the background was supposed to symbolise the desertion of our own country by the youth of today instead of fighting for it.</p><p>So do express your views about it. </p>Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1156955703031083272006-08-30T22:04:00.000+05:302006-08-30T22:07:18.063+05:30In defence of Kjo and all of bollywoodAnywhere you look nowadays you can only see people bashing Karan Johar. I cannot express my feelings on how deeply saddened I am at this. Here is a filmmaker who produces such amazingly complex and artistically satisfying movies like K3G and what do we do??? We go all out and insult him by calling him a stupid, fu***ing prick who cant make good movies.<br />Er ‘’’’’’’’’’’’Sorry the above views have been expressed by the evil and demented part of my split personality. The true and pure part of me actually hates the bastard. Come on!!! Who the f*ck is he or any of the other crap producer trying to fool , That they really care about artistic integrity ??? Nowadays most hindi movies are made with one and only one object in mind; to rip the consumer off by selling him partially digested hollywood movie’s with a lot of morals inserted into it, like a moral science class gone sour. Now I am not against a little Capitalism with a capital C but seriously dudes; don’t dare compare Bollywood with its international competition…there is none. You only have to watch a movie like Baghban (the original movie in malayalam was awesome by the way) to realise how disconnected from the real world bollywood has become…They seem ready to live up to their name; “H”ollywood with some creative rehashing. The only thing that karan johar movies are good for is to make the ABCD’s(American Born Confused Desi’s: Courtesy “American Desi”) feel good about their home country and make them believe that India is about designer suits, mega weddings and aging stars who dress like pimps(AB).<br />All I gotta say is please bring back the good old days of amol palekar, naseruddin shah etc. or else improve...ELSE ALL HOPE IS LOST(dire warning made with serious face)<br />RANT completed…………Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1156615615866633772006-08-26T23:34:00.000+05:302006-08-26T23:36:55.880+05:30Just a thoughtI sometimes wonder whether there is an afterlife??? Whether some judgement awaits us in a better world? Does life have a purpose or are we all just moving towards oblivion. Is it the journey that is important or is the final destination all that matters? If only the journey matters then it is useless to be moral, to think of right and wrong, In terms of good and evil………...Morality is only pertinent when what we call the afterlife comes into the picture. If there is no purgatory, no heaven, hell then why must I do right when it may be more comfortable to do what is easier or self pleasing. Does it make any sense to do the good thing when no one is keeping count? How I wish this problem could be solved while I am alive so that I could make some real good lifestyle choices???Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1156430783729346992006-08-24T20:15:00.000+05:302006-08-24T20:16:23.743+05:30My take on war<strong>Vive le mort<br />Vive le guerre<br />Vive la vie mercenaire!!!<br /></strong><br />Roughly translated from french it means:-<br />Salute to death<br />Salute to war<br />Salute the way of the soldier!!!<br /><br />HUMANS LOVE WAR!!!<br />If you look at our past then you will notice that the above statement is justified. Our great epics are about war(Mahabharata, The Iliad), all our great heroes were mostly soldiers and seriously speaking we define peace as the period between wars. If you only look at the Jewish Holocaust and the terrorism prevalent today then you will notice that its proponents mostly have nothing to do with the ideology. It is the opportunity of waging war on fellow humans that excites them. For an intelligent species we sure are stupid when it comes to self preservation. Or are we so naïve!!!<br />Maybe we wage war as a way of maintaining the balance of nature. Since we are at the top of the food chain and have no natural enemies, war could be our way of erasing the karmic debt we have accumulated while systematically raping our only home. It could be mans greatest apology to the element’s, a cry for forgiveness whilst we continue to ravage it.<br />All I know is that one species could not be so hell bent on destroying itself unless it has some other motives. If you can think of any do tell me..........Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1156312398305413862006-08-23T11:18:00.000+05:302006-08-23T11:23:18.316+05:30How stupid do they think people on the net are<em><strong>The Head Of File Department,African Development Bank A.D.BOuagadougou Burkina-Faso</strong> West Africa.<br />Phone: 00226-7885 75 97.<br />PLANE CRASH WEB SITE...http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/859479.stm. ("REMITTANCE OF $15 MILLION U.S.A DOLLARS CONFIDENTIAL IS THE CASE")<br /><br />Compliments Of The Season 2006,<br />Forgive my indignation if this message comes to you as a surprise and may offend your personality for contacting you without your prior consent and writing through this channel.I got your contact from the proffesional data base found in the internet Yahoo tourist search.When i was searching for a foreign reliable partner.I assured of your capability and reliability to champion this businees opportunity.<br /><br />After series of <strong>prayers/fasting</strong>.i was divinely directed to contact you among other names found in the data base Yahoo tourist search.I believe that God has a way of helping who is in need.<br /><br />I am (Joe Kekabu Esq),the Head of file Department in African developent bank (ADB).<br />In my department we discovered an abandoned sum of $ 15 million U.S.A dollars ( fifteen million U.S.A dollars) . In an account that belongs to one of our foreign customer who died along with his entire family in (Monday 31st July 2000) in a plane crash. Since we got information about his death, we have been expecting his next of kin to come over and claim his money because we cannot release it unless somebody applies for it as next of kin or relati on to the deceased as indica ted in our banking guidelines, but unfortunately we learnt that all his supposed next of kin or relation died alongside with him at the plane crash leaving nobody behind for the claim. It is therefore upon this discovery that I and one official in my department now decided to make this businness proposal to you and release the money to you as the next of kin or relation to the deceased for safety and subsequent disbursement since nobody is coming for it and we donÂt want this money to go into the bank treasury as unclaimed bill.The Banking law and guideline here stipulates that if such money remained unclamed after five years, the money will be transfered into the Bank treasury as unclaimed fund. The request of foreigner as next of kin in this business is occasioned by the fact that the customer was a foreigner, and a Burkinabe cannot stand as next of kin to a foreigner. We agree that 30 % of this money will be for you as foreign partner, in respect to the provision of a foreign account, 10 % will be set aside for expenses incured during the business and 60 % would be for me and my woman colleague. There after i will visit your country for disbursement according to the percentages indicated. Therefore to enable the immediate trnansfer of this fund to you as arranged, you must apply first to the bank as relations or next of kin of the deceased indicating your bank name, your bank account number, your private telephone and fax number for easy and effective communication and location where the money will be remitted.Upon receipt of your reply, I will send to you by fax or email the text of the application I will not fail to bring to your notice that this transaction is hitch free and that you should not entertain any atom of fear as all required arrangements have been made for thetransfer. You should contact me on my number 00226-7885 75 97 immediately as soon as you receive this letter. Trusting to hear from you immediately. YourÂs faithfully, Joe Kekabu (Esq.)<br />FROM (ADB) OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA-FASO.<br />GOD BLESSINGS,PROTECTIONS AND GUIDIANCE TO YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY.<br /><br />POST SCRITUM:You have to keep everything secret as to enable the transfer to move very smoothly in to the account you will prove to the bank.As you finished reading this letter call me immediately so that we discuss very well over this business.</em><br /><p>If the scammers intend to continue in this business atleast think of something new dude's!!! So many people using the same story kind of tends to reduce its believabilty quotient...wat say u???</p><em><br /><br /></em>Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1156141295793306742006-08-21T18:31:00.000+05:302006-08-21T18:32:35.040+05:30help me out guys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1172/1979/1600/DSC00672.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1172/1979/320/DSC00672.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I took this pic while crossing vashi bridge.I need a good caption to describe it.Help me out and post your suggestions in the comment box.Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1155730870181741372006-08-16T17:47:00.000+05:302006-08-16T17:51:10.183+05:30An anecdote An engineer and a scientist are arguing about the merits of their respective callings.<br/>Finally the scientist uses his trump card and says that engineering depends on pure science thus making science superior. Now there is no way the engg. is taking this stuff lightly, not after all the crap he went through to become one.<br/>He tells the scientist lets have a contest. Whoever wins his field is better.<br/>He holds up a paper plane and asks the scientist if he can predict where it is going to land up to a reasonable degree of accuracy. The scientist agrees.<br/>He goes to his computer, inputs the variables, does a little fancy math and finally decides on a landing spot. The plane is launched and it looks as if the scientist is going to win but at the last moment a gust of air hits and the plane lands a little distance away. Now it is the engineers turn. He draws a small circle near his foot then crumples the plane and drops it in the circle.<br/><br/>Moral of the story: Improvise.And please dont mess with engineer's. They have it bad as it is...<br/><br/>Kartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32237108.post-1155540933040948222006-08-14T13:04:00.000+05:302006-08-14T13:05:33.046+05:30Written while watching Hidalgo and dreaming of living in those rough and ready daysAn ode to times past<br />An ode to wonders ceased<br />A paean to the times lost<br />A time and people deceased<br /><br />A cry from a saddened heart<br />Of joys never felt nor seen<br />A dirge from a grieving soul<br />A longing for the things that have beenKartik Menonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049604488339871006noreply@blogger.com5