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F1 GP 2009

Category: , , By FreaKo
Two weeks into the 2009 edition of the FIA’s F1 GP, one wonders where the excitement is! If Melbourne was a dampener, Sepang was a farce.

After the second race (if we could call it that) one might wonder why any one with a very basic level of celibacy would opt for a 5:00 PM local time start at Sepang. The sport’s governing body had opted for a late start to accommodate European TV audience, however, they never took into consideration of the fact that it gets quite dark early in these parts of the world with possibilities of thunder storms in the late afternoon. There were too many variables to work out to get a twilight race and on Sunday all of these came into play. Thunderstorms and fading light does not mix well with an F1 race and everyone who follows the race knows that, sans the FIA.

To add to this controversy, the FIA has yet to come out with clear guidelines on the use of rear defusers, which help the cars with their aerodynamics. Virtually, we are seeing two separate races, the ones with the defusers and the teams without these.

With so much talk on reducing costs, the FIA has not been able to come out with suitable suggestions. In the bargain, the losers are not the F1 teams or the administration, but the fans that spend exorbitant rates even during the crisis time in the economy. With so much tinkering of the rules and regulations of the sport, I wonder how long the FIA would be able to sustain the interests of the fans.

All said, one of the most atrocious pit decisions was to set up Kimi on wet weather tyres even before it started raining. The flying Fin could be heard fuming over the radio while losing 20 seconds a lap.

Let there be sense!


What is sane?

Category: By FreaKo
“Do you know her?”
“Yeah! She was on the TV last night, and the week before!” Yawns. “She is considered to be an intellectual… hotshot…. hotbitch…..”
“By whom?”
“By her fellow TV men… and women I suppose….the ‘you-scratch-my-back-I-scratch-yours’ kind.”
“I know, women can be full of shit in their skulls!”
“I wouldn’t know about that, but if she is any specimen to go by, then, I might just agree with you mate!”
“I can’t believe, people would go to such lengths to just to prove anything!”
“Wrong! It’s the money!”
“What money!”
“Money that gives you power!”
“And I thought power gave you money?”
“Oh! It’s a vicious combination dickhead! Don’t ask me to explain that!”
“Just tell me that you are not sure of what you just said bastard!”
“For fuck’s sake?”
“Yeah… for fuck’s sake!”
“So you mean to say that, that woman in red yapping away on the TV, is more interested in the power than the money she earns?”
“You told that!”
“I said money!”
“You also mentioned about some fucking vicious combination that was too fucking complex to be explained!”
“Just look at it? Does she really mean what she is saying? The upliftment of the poor the women and the children? I bet the cunt cares a fuck about what she is saying. At the end of all this, for all we know, she might just be partying in her apartment till dawn, being congratulated on her for pulling off something very profound!”
“Why do you let this crap get you?”
“Look around you! Is this what you call reality? The world is up shit creek and all you tell me is that this is the only hope we have? Societal Evangelism courtesy 24 hour news! If this is real, and if this is sanity, I would rather have a loose screw in my head!

The Secret of life!

By FreaKo
This is about a book that explains it all!! Read on at Impressions 'n Expressions

Enough is Enough!

By FreaKo

OK! So far I have kept quiet on this entire episode that happened and I am sure that this one is going to stretch enough to give Saans Bahu a run for its money.  By saying “kept quiet”, I meant that I really haven’t voiced my opinion anywhere, even in the circle of people whom I meet every day or with my dad and brother, or even while being in the midst of people who were discussing this incident and voicing their expert opinions on how India should ape Uncle Sam and try obliterate the neighbor off the face of this planet we call “Home”. I am not going to spend time writing obituaries for the victims and praising the branded heroes of this deadly reality show for which there is no end, unless there is an administration which has the steel balls to accept the facts and extend atleast an Olive twig.

The news of the carnage never surprised me. Such attacks were always imminent as long as there was animosity between communities and as long as we have misplaced our economic priorities. And these socio-economic factors that stemmed into geo-political confrontation, was showcased to the world in the form of prime-time terrorism branded by the date. This has also given us the unique distinction of, perhaps, the only third world country which can unabashedly ape the west to cash in on the support for any sort of human-induced-human-tragedies.

Are terrorists born? Better question would be who is a terrorist? Is one man’s struggle is another’s terror? Why is it that a person is singled out at the airport security just because they have tonsured their head and wears a goatee? Why is it that one is questioned at the airport or any other place because of their name is an Abdul or Rahim? Why is that people make it a point to mention that one is a Moslem, but no one mentions if a person is a Christian or a Hindu? Why is that when a Moslem commits a crime, they are questioned as though they committed treason while others are just questioned?

The question is not whether what happened is right or wrong. It is sad and unquestionably wrong. The question is why is it happening and what have we done for this to happen. The obnoxious media in the names of NDTV or CNN-IBN or Times Now, all of whom gloat at playing a part in bringing justice to the death of a bar-girl, fall short of analyzing this. The Aranb Goswamys, the Rajdeep Sardesias, the Barkha Dutts and the Zakka Jacobs find themselves stuck in a purposeful memory coop and drum up jingoistic adaptations of hearsays as news. Whom are we doing any good? Is the Moslem bashing going to bring us any good, apart from fueling further attacks on our soil, which in turn helps the Aranb Goswamys, the Rajdeep Sardesias, the Barkha Dutts and the Zakka Jacobs in belting up further rhetoric and increasing their TRPs.

Where is the compassion?

Or is that a word that is to be pressed between the cold pages of the old dictionary laying the corner of the cupboard for rest of eternity?
The more we sideline a community through obfuscation of facts and demoralizing them through mental and physical torture the more they lose their patience. And when one finds their back on the wall, there is only one way to go. All we have to do is go back into the history of our country for about a century? What happened then was exactly what is happening now. When we realized that we were a oppressed lot, we said “enough is enough” and fought for our independence.

And what is it about the luxury Hotels being the epicenter of attention to blood? Wasn't any blood spilt on the streets and on the crowded railway station. How much did we here about that? Oh! Those were the blood of the commoners.

So when NDTV came out with the title, “enough is enough”, I thought, probably that’s what the killers though too! And thats exactly what I am thinking and everyone else. But probably for different reasons.

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Where in the Rainbow is My Soul?

Category: , , By FreaKo
Just like in all of grandma’s tales this story also starts long time back. Spring was in the air and I was not realizing that as I was indulging in my weekend-hangover-morning-slumber. I was woken up from my indulgence by the sharp ringing of the phone. I hated these ringtones and in those days no decent phone came with the regular beep tone. One of my friends was on the other end as I managed to blurt out a ‘hello’ in the liveliest manner possible. She asked me, “What is the colour of soul?” It was not words that I was conjuring up, but a pattern of colours danced across my eyes, there were bright yellows adjacent to shiny green and orange. There were shades of blue and violets and reds.

“What is the colour of the soul?” she repeated, just to ensure that I heard it correctly and that is when I actually woke up into the subtle realities of this world. I had to think quickly here. I needed to find a colour for the soul! I thought black. But black was too dark for a colour for the soul and if it is not black it should be white. But white represented purity and that would be exaggerating the virtues of the soul. I didn’t know what to answer as I gathered my wits and asked her what gives? This was me. I had to have an answer to all the questions put across to me. No matter how stupid the question is, I would try to get a stupid answer to it with an equally stupid logic, in effect, pushing my stupidity quotient a notch higher.

She said she was painting a picture where the soul needed to have a colour. Thoughts flashed through my head at a pace faster than lightning, trying to figure out the logic for each colour that I thought of to be the colour for soul, blue, green, red, yellow, black, blue again, white, black again, but none of my choices had a logic attached to it. Pretty much like the question that was put across to me and pretty much like the urge in me to answer any question. And pretty much like the soul itself. Logicless!

The soul is your body, your thought, everything that maketh you You! Without ‘you’ only the ideas and thoughts remain. – Tortoise