THE Toilet Seat Rodin's Blog

I looked up to check the compartment number; sure it was ‘G’. Bingo! I pulled open the door and stuck my neck in to make sure that at least one berth was empty. Sometimes folks just take any berth and have to be requested to move to their berths. Oh! This was one of those compartments that have only two berths. Yes, one berth was empty and on the other berth was....... a very gorgeous woman! She looked around 25, had creamy, alabaster skin, and looked as if she hit the gym quite regularly. Aha! This journey was going to be interesting, I thought.  She must have a drop-dead beautiful smile I mused. However, she wasn’t smiling. In fact, she was looking at me as if she had seen something particularly distasteful. Hmm, had someone, unbeknownst to me, painted ‘Jack the Ripper’ on my forehead? Did I have something like a booger on my face? I ran my hand over my face, nothing; it came back as clean as nun’s habit. Was I wearing one of those T-shirts with sexually explicit sloga...

I took this picture from a friend’s FB album. It is so symbolic of life in Indian countryside that it says more than a thousand words. To me, this image speaks of the incredible sense of community that Indian villages have. In yesteryears, the villagers used to sit around a peepul tree, share a communal hukkah, and discuss the matters affecting their lives. Today, they crowd around a computer and look up the matters affecting their lives- weather patterns, crop prices in wholesale markets, and so on. Our naivete, our childlike sense of wonder, and our marvel at the wonders of technology makes us think that the guy who runs the computer is some kind of a wizard. No wonder only half the people are actually looking at the computer screen, the other half are looking at the guy operating it. And no wonder that the guy farthest from the computers is sulking! That’s the way we are!   The world may call us a third-world country, or condescendingly, a developing one, but the so called...

(Image sourced from: www.crictalks.com) The epitaph- Captain Cool- will look good on Dhoni's cricketing grave which is being currently dug Down Under. Whether he deserves it or not is a matter of debate. I think Dhoni should be called 'Captain Clueless' for the leadership skills he has displayed, or rather not displayed, so far. The misnomer- Captain Cool- came around because Dhoni hoodwinked all of us into believing that his style of 'laissez faire' captaincy was a masterstroke of genius, and that he allowed folks to run the show- read- allowed bowlers to bowl to the field they desired- because he had immense faith in their skills. Did he? Well, I think he did it because he had no clue as to what to do on a cricket pitch except to keep pulling up his gloves to look busy, or to play that notorious 'Helicopter Shot', or getting bizarre hairstyles! As long as people were successfully doing what they were supposed to do, Dhoni got to bask in their glory....