She can kill with a smile

She can wound with her eyes

She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

And she only reveals what she wants you to see

She hides like a child,

But she's always a woman to me....

I seriously miss those days like anything...:(

Grand master Nengah Sukama preparing for display of silat in Bali.

Yes i m talking abt Pentjak Silat, one of the most interesting and deadly martial arts from the archipalego. There r no specific steps and discipline in this art, i mean every region has its own speciality and is very closely guarded martial art. Unlike other forms of martial arts, the guru doesnt passes the knowledge to anybody just like that. Out of all the regions i like the one in east java. I have already expressed my desire to one of my colleague in Jakarta to take me there and introduce me to the guru, as its very important to be introduced by someone the guru knows and trusts, but still his agreement wud depend on his frame of mind then. If he agrees then i will use my remaining leaves in the end of the year and learn this art.

Last Sunday while I was returning from Jakarta, during the transit I was reading the local newspaper the Jakarta post and I was shocked to read one article written by Lynda Ibrahim. It was about how cheap decorated food is available in the market for the middle-class and the poor ppl there. The shocking part was the source of such food. There r a chain of people who collecte uneaten or undisturbed kitchen garbage from the 5-star hotels and big restaurants, wash it again, taint it with some curry here and there and pack it and sell it in the market at cheap prices and the buyers r mostly the woman who usually dream to put variety of dishes on the table but usually cant due to scorching prices in Indonesia….She wrote she couldn’t eat her dinner while writing the article, I couldn’t have my breakfast reading the article…reminds me the same sort of chain operating in India as well…Both these countries are so rich with natural resources and man-power, yet the growth is not uniform…Those who hv money hv loads, those who don’t r completely dirt poor as they like to put it!

Makes me unwantedly appreciate the socialism in china. Like it or not the concept is much better than the capitalism and stupid wayward growth. I mean take for example China, the authorities know, ppl don’t trust them so somehow to keep that socialism going they need to do things to keep the public quite, and when the public sees such occasional benefits they r also happy with the fact that okay fine these guys r ot trustworthy but still better than the so called capitalists who may dump u anyways without any prior notice….

Coming back to the issue, wish someday we could get those guys running these countries and dump these kinda food inside their throats….

The first thing i saw this morning was piggy chops in the news....sigh, now i dont know how to keep my eyes off from this and get on with work.....deeeeeep sigh*

Height of irresponsibility...the locomotive which was supposed to carry this wagon could not just arrive on time and manual labour was used to clear the track...

Last night i watched one of the movie which is very close to my heart, The Untouchables...when i first watched it few years back on the dvd, it reminded me the early days of my career and how things used to be back in mumbai in those days. Ofcourse the things went on to a completely different track for a lot of us in the coming years, some got rewards, some thrown out. But unfortunately the so called philosophical section of the society and the advocates of human rights forget that you have to become a superior animal to kill an animal coz when you take the war to them they will not stop untill one of them is dead, so the formula to succeed is plain and simple, they slap u on ur face, u cut their arm, they hurt u, u put a couple of them in the morgue...Initially it all looks very unlawfull and inhuman, but somehow thats the only way to be, if u really wanna succeed. I am glad i was an animal then or else i wudnt hv been blogging abt it now...
Anyway coming back to the movie, watch it incase u love some genuine action, its a star-studded movie, Kevin Kostner, Sean Connery, Andy Garcia and Robert Dinero...

This one’s in reply to keshi’s last post

What does the term 'followers' mean to you?

To me followers in literal ways are a bunch of foolish creatures…and in context to what you said, well since I still hv an active account in facebook and some of my friends hv numerous friends in their list, at times I wonder how they maintain with each of them, for someone like me its damn difficult, that’s why I have very few visitors here and only 8 friends in facebook and that too the ones I know personally.

What does 'friend' mean to you?

I take my friends as mirror, they will always reflect the correct vision of me.

What does 'blogging' mean to you?

Initially it started as a mean to disconnect myself from the chaos for some time, then at times I lost my track, now its my mean to keep in touch with the very selected friends I made over the period of time coz I cant bug some of them over phones and emails always so through blogs I keep in touch with them, that’s all.

What does 'goodness' mean to you?

I still gotta figure it out.

What does 'opinion' mean to you?

As long as its done in a right way its perfectly fine with me even if its highly criticizing on me coz I will always try and learn from it, but certain opinions u can literally make out and are only to degrade u, such things I just don’t take at all and shrug them off immediately and make sure that I don’t hv them ard at all.

What does 'vision' mean to you?

I think the above points very well describe whats vision for me in general and in context to the points as well…

This one’s inspired by keshi’s post once upon a place…

Well to start with lets start with the kitchen, coz that’s where I usually unwind myself from my chaotic life…Like she said kitchen is a sacred place, so is making love so apart from cooking and trying different food making love is something I really love to do in the kitchen and but these days I m so bloody missing all that……sigh

The other thing I m crazy abt is the comfort level in my house, when I m at work, u put me through anything I wont complain, infact I have worked in deserts, mountains, forests, no problems whatsoever, but once I m done and back to my den it has to be comfortable so that when I go to hell again I m all fresh…The picture u see is the house I hired when I was in kutch near the Indo-pak border…It was pretty neat in and out having considered the location.

Another strange habit I have is to forget switching off the lights in the bedroom, well after the kind of hurricane I go through the moment I hit the sack I m straight away onto the heavens…The picture u see is I took when I woke up in the wee hours to hv some water…The lights are on…

Now coming on to the worst habit of mine…I am extremely superstitious about certain colours of certain things I m associated with…for example I always wear black trousers and sky blue colour shirt during any important assignment. If i forget to wear my wrist watch, its like the TIME IS NOT WITH ME..And last but not the least the colour of my car. It has always been white or silver, recently when I was given a black camry in Singapore

for my routine transportation, I rejected it only for its colour, now they r planning to give me a silver altis once I m back there…:P

I m wondering what made those countries in the NSG treat India as an irresponsible country all these years? I really want to know the reasons, but ofcourse i m not gonna take Indo-pak or Indo-china wars as a reason coz all those were reply to the war they started incl the 1965 Indo-pak war where India's alleged to have initiated the war then, coz none of the so called super powers put any sense in pakistan and stop them to attack India for no good reason instead put international isolation on India.

She's made it to my list of crushes soooo smoooothly....sigh***