Quo Vadis?

Themis, Goddess of Justice Justice is blind; like the goddess above who represents justice. All are equal before law and justice is not partial to wealth, power, fame etc. However farcial it may sound that is the basic premise and the fundamental principle of justice in our country and in most other countries too. Ground realities may be far from this but hey we are in no ideal world. What sparked off this post then? Yesterday I realized that it is not just justice that is blind but the custodian Mr. Justice, who is also blind. I am speaking of the judges of the Chennai High court who have all been provided with Honda City cars for their official use. These white cars are distinctive with the ubiquitous red light on top and a plaque bearing the crest of the Tamilnadu Government with the legend "High Court Judge" at the bottom. Every day these cars and their occupants are blind to every traffic signal and rules. It is so common to see the common man break t...

Hey this is my first video upload. Thank you blogger for making it so easy and belated 8th birthday greetings to you.

This was a crude translation of a proverb that comedian Karunas (as pointed out by Chriz ) made famous in one movie. The Tamil original runs thus, “Kazhutha ketta, kutti suvaru” so you have the translation. I heard that line somewhere and I wondered especially having heard the translation as to what could have been the origin of the proverb. Any ideas? PS: I Googled it and did find something.

Ever since I saw an episode of yet another voice (talent) hunt rather tragically misnamed as Voice of India, I was bursting to blog. The show and all others of its genre are crap to put it mildly and are collectively a farce that is produced and thrust on an audience that is often swayed by the tiniest of all gimmicks. Firstly the show was hosted by a singer of some note, a wannabe pop star and a failed actor whose biggest claim to fame will be the airtime on such shows. The judges were worse, we had Mahesh Bhatt, Pooja Bhatt, Annu Malik, Alka Yagnik and Jatin / Lalit. Now before proceeding any further what credentials do the Bhatts have to be part of a jury, this is not a fashion pageant where every Tom, Dick and Harry can endure the inanities mouthed by the contestants with intensely plastic smiles and designer garments and pass judgment. This is supposed to be a genuine talent contest where participants are generally expected to have some music training, so who qualified these...

What is morality? Wiki to the rescue: Morality (from Latin moralitas "manner, character, proper behaviour") refers to the concept of human action which pertains to matters of right and wrong—also referred to as " good and evil "—used within three contexts: individual distinction ; systems of valued principles —sometimes called conduct morality —shared within a cultural , religious , secular or philosophical community. Personal morals define and distinguish among right and wrong intentions , motivations or actions , as these have been learned, engendered, or otherwise developed within individuals. By contrast, ethics are more correctly applied as the study of broader social systems within whose context morality exists. Morals define whether I should kill my neighbour Joe when he steals my tractor; ethics define whether it is right or wrong for one person to kill another in a dispute over property. Makes you wonder after reading it, “Does morality ...

After watching all those awe inspiring and totally mind numbing programmes on TV where every TV/ film star has given his/her take on freedom, sit back and breathe in the air of freedom. If it stinks, I don’t blame you. In fact I don’t blame anyone because the stink is proof of our freedom. Freedom to spit on the roads, to eve tease, to litter, to encroach, to break every law of the land, to steal, to kill, to suppress, to oppress, to discriminate, to desecrate, to usurp your neighbour’s freedom, to elect goons to government, to sit at home and not vote, to be selfish, to be greedy, to destroy, to terrorize, to be simply free. So do you think that this day means nothing to me? On the contrary, this is a day of hope. When I look back and see where we are from where we started, I have an immense sense of pride. A pride that will not be diminished by all that I have mentioned above. At the end of every long night is the break of a beautiful new day. So in the end what is...

What? You don’t drink??????!!!!!!!! I have been faced with this question and when I reply with a No, the incredulity on the face of the questioner is simply priceless. This question was repeatedly asked me during my UG days in Loyola as though being a Loyalite was a license to daily drunken orgies. It repeated itself when I did my MBA in the drinker’s paradise Pondichery, and now this question haunts me during every social get together related to my work. My colleagues and counterparts simply refuse to believe that someone could last 6 years in the BFSI space not to mention my educational history can be dry. Frankly I don’t know what the big deal is all about. I remember once during school (I think) I had a sip of whisky from my dad’s glass during a family party and was simply revolted by the smell not to mention the drink itself that looked like the urine sample of somebody suffering an illness. That day I realized that something that smelt so bad was best avoided and...