New theme - Vigilance :D
24 = That American show in which a certain invincible fellow called Jack Bauer protects the US of A from random terrorist attacks. His specialty? He does it in 24 hours. Flat.
CID = That Indian show in which a certain invincible invincible (yes, he’s invincible twice over) fellow called ACP Pradyuman solves anything under the sun ranging from murder mysteries, to drug rackets and sex scandals. His specialty? He solves every case in one episode. Flat. Beat that, Bauer.
24 is frustration. Every season consists of 24 episodes of 1 hour each, depicting an hour out of the life and times of Mr. Jack Bauer, working as something or something else with the US Government. It is so addictive that as soon as one episode finishes, you start thinking what would happen in the next one. And if you somehow manage to miss one of the episodes, the entire season is pretty much ruined for you. Yes, they do show a brief recap but it isn’t much of a help.
CID, meanwhile, is fun. Crazy fun. A new case starts every episode and they always manage to solve it by the end of the episode. This means that you don’t have to worry about what would happen in the next episode and it hardly matters if you manage to miss a couple of them in between. CID will come back to entertain you, fresh as ever. Plus, ACP Pradyuman is more efficient and responsible than Bauer. He’s been ACP of the CID for more years than you can count. And he’ll continue to serve at that position for more years than your computer can count. Finally they’ll make him the Prime Minister of India.
Let us go into a point wise analysis of why CID kicks 24’s ass:-
- The premise. The basic idea behind the two series says it all. While 24 focuses only on terrorist threats to the United States, CID focuses on any problem that could arise in any part of the country. Just how long can you keep watching Islamic terrorists and drug lords trying to blow up the USA? It gets boring and monotonous after a while. CID on the other hand continues to surprise you every single time with it’s magnificent episodes and plots such as “Kissa kuchle hue cockroach ka”, “Kissa Inspector Daya ke kidnapping ka”, “Kissa mummy ke khoon ka”, and maybe even “Kissa Inspector Abhijeet ke Computer pe mile Russian porn ka”. See what I mean? And yes, they would totally show a censored version of the Russian porn found on Inspector Abhijeet’s computer. That’s how awesome they are.
- 24 is a very one man show. It’s all about Jack Bauer and how he single handedly kicks everyone’s ass. CID, however, teaches us something much more important. It teaches us team spirit. This show isn’t merely about ACP Pradyuman’s heroics. It is also about Inspector Abhijeet’s brilliant ideas, Inspector Daya’s brute strength, Inspector Freddy’s crazy sense of humor, and Dr Salunkhe’s unbelievably accurate corpse analysis techniques. And of course, how can we not mention his bravery and wit? He’s probably the only guy on the planet who picks on Pradyuman and gets away with it.
- 24 is very unpredictable as far as the people are concerned. You never when who is going to change sides and decide to support the terrorists. The only guy who’ll always be good is Jack Bauer because nobody has the balls to say that Jack Bauer is bad. The CID personnel, however, are completely devoted and dedicated to their country and department. Maybe Pradyuman made them sign loyalty oaths (Catch22, anyone?). So, yes, the CID personnel are completely dedicated and they will always do what Pradyuman tells them to do, unlike Bauer’s subordinates, who never do what he says. Pradyuman will order Daya, “Daya, shoot yourself in the head, and make sure you die. And then come back alive, okay?” and Daya will shoot himself in the head, will die and will come back. Nobody ever, and I mean EVER disobeys ACP Pradyuman.
- Let’s face it – Jack Bauer is very impractical. He’s just like Sunny Deol. He goes right into the headquarters of the terrorists alone, gets tortured, escapes, tortures them and saves America. How is that any different from what Sunny Deol does in every other movie? And then you go and criticize the poor guy. ACP Pradyuman on the other hand, is the most practical man on the face of this earth. Even on the face of the solar system for that matter, because even the aliens don’t dare mess with him. So yeah, he stays in the office, does a couple of convulsive hand movements, gives a couple of strained expressions and solves the cases. No wonder he’s been the head of CID for such a long time now whereas Bauer keeps getting sacked in every season. Learn from daddy, Bauer. Learn.
- 24 feels like work, whereas CID is entertainment. As I’ve already mentioned, you actually have to use your head to understand what’s going on in 24. What is the point of doing that when you’re watching TV to relax and give your brains some rest? CID is a lot of fun. You don’t need to tax your brains. You just sit there and marvel at how those guys consistently solve the most complicated of cases in just 1 hour. Moreover, CID gives you hope. It actually shows you that there were people who were even more bored than you were. They were so bored that they decided to get together and make CID, which has now successfully removed the word ‘boredom’ from many a dictionary. That’s the hidden power of CID. They’re doing everything for a greater good. And 24? Bleh.
And if you still aren’t convinced, just go and check out the Wikipedia pages for 24 and CID. And you’ll see that CID completely destroys 24. Twice over. More than that, actually. And with this, I rest my case. Thanks for listening. And if you still don’t agree, watch out. Pradyuman is coming for your ass, baby!
Oh hello all you not so famous people, how the hell are you doing? It might make you happy (or may make you envy me) to know that yours truly (or falsely because you’re not exactly supposed to know who I am) was featured in a Hindustan Times article recently as “Ishmeet, a blogger” who thinks that Chetan Bhagat’s new book “2 states” is lame. In fact, he’s giving Chetan some feedback out there. I’m ready to bet my ass that Chetan has already started working on that advice and his next book is going to feature a guy who fails his exams, gets dumped by his girlfriend, loses money in the share market, decides to join the Taliban and blow himself up taking around 200 other people with him. However, the customary sex scene description will still be there. You can’t really give up your USP so easily, can you? But to spice it up, instead of having sex with his girlfriend, the guy is gonna go out and have sex with some random chick who’ll end up giving him AIDS just to add to his woes. But then again, AIDS is not as big a deal as doing well in exams is, is it? So yes, he’ll blow himself up because he failed, and not because he got AIDS. So therefore, after we’ve read the book, we’ll go around blaming Mr. Kapil Sibal, and not Mr. Ghulam Nabi Azad.
But the only problem here is that whatever I had said, and whatever was mentioned there, wasn’t even said in context to that particular book. It had been said for a story that Chetan had written for the Hindustan Times. And the link to that story was given right next to the line that was copied and pasted into the newspaper. But of course, you must always ignore things like that. Who needs to ask Ishmeet, the blogger for his permission before publishing what he said? For the most part, he might not even realize that he has been mentioned in the newspaper. And even if he does find out, we could always go around saying that it was someone else. You can get bloggers a dozen a dime these days, can’t you? But I guess it’s not so bad after all, is it? It made me famous. Now an entire 4 people know that I was there in the newspaper. Heh, way to go! :D
Sadly, I’m not as hawt or as dumb as Ms. Paris Hilton, or else I would’ve been going around flashing my, ahem, whatevers. But then again, since I’m not a chick, nobody would be interested anyway. They’d rather go around watching Sherlyn Chopra doing a strip dance on Bigg Boss 3 and after having thoroughly ogled at her boobs, they’ll go and open their Twitter accounts and say how disgusting her behavior was and how she, Rakhi Sawant and and some 14 other waxed up celebrities should star in a reality show called ‘Silicon Sixteens!’.
Somehow, even though I meant this post to be funny and everything, it’s sounding more like, um, unhappy and frustrated. I wonder what that’s all about, now. Maybe it’s the exams. Or maybe I’ve finally taken Eminem’s advice and have Just Lost it. Aaaaaaaaa!!
I’ve clearly run out of suitable titles for my posts. This one is another example. You might think this post would be about Coldplay’s free concert album, or my political views, or driving, or something else. But it isn’t. It isn’t about anything, in general.
How do you react when you meet someone who you think is greatness personified? As in, somebody who is what you want to be in the future? Do you feel happy about meeting him/her? Do you ask him/her for tips and ideas? Do you want him/her to guide you? I don’t. Instead, I envy that person because, somewhere, I get a feeling that I’ll never be able to become what he/she is and so, I start hating him/her. Hating to the point of trying to find faults in them to prove that they are not so great after all. It’s very difficult to inspire me. This could be one of the reasons why all of my dad’s so called inspirational students have never been able to work their magic on me. I will like them initially, but when they go on blabbering about how they did this, and they did that, I’ll lose interest and start hating them for what they’ve achieved. Whether this is jealousy, or lack of self confidence, I don’t know. What I do, however know is that I’m not a very happy person by nature. My happiness is very momentary, it never lasts for more than a couple of hours at a stretch. Left to myself, I would probably sit and curse everything that may be keeping me from achieving something but I would never do anything about that. Did I tell you I also despise self help books? I don’t like anybody giving me any kind of advice. I know it’s good most of the times but I don’t really like it. I don’t like people telling me what to do but I won’t do anything revolutionary myself, either. Where does such a person go? Well, maybe I’ll be able to tell you some 20 years from now.
I don’t have any classes today and still I’m not happy. I just won 2 god damned laptops in an online competition and yes, you guessed it, I’m not happy. I did, however, shout and dance and wake up a couple of neighbors when I realised I’d won. But that excitement was short lived. It’s just like I told you – I’m not a very happy person by nature. The next post, if it happens, would probably be about those two laptops and hopefully, it’ll be a happy one.
PS: Go Federer! Kick some Nadal butt!
Me = Me. Myself = My conscience/alter ego/whatever. I talk to myself.
Mr. X – So then, what you aiming for, CAT?
Me – Yeah, pretty much.
Myself – Um, do you really believe you can clear the CAT? Because I don’t.
Me – Um, are you telling me that you don’t believe in yourself?
Myself – When did I say that? I don’t believe in YOU.
Me – But you can’t believe in yourself and not believe in me!
Myself – Why can’t I? Huh?
Me – Dude, because you ARE me!
Myself – Says who?
Me – Says I!
Myself - But I don’t even believe in you!
Me – You don’t believe IN me. But you have to believe me!
Myself – Says who?
Me – Says I!
Myself – But you are not me.
Me – Yes, I am.
Myself – No, you aren’t. I am a figment of your imagination, not you.
Me – A figment of MY imagination. MY = Me. You do and say what I make you say. Get it?
Myself – Nevermind, you won’t understand. You’re just thick.
Me – And you are smarter than me, huh?
Myself – Of course I am!
Me – No you aren’t. Your words are my thoughts, we’re at the same intellectual level.
Myself – Says who?
Me – Says I!
Mr. X – So then, what college you in?
Me – Huh?
Teacher – You two! Shut up and solve the questions!
Me – Huh?
Myself – Dumbass, he just told you to shut the fuck up and solve the questions.
Me – Huh?
Myself – Nevermind.
Just another day at the office for a loser. :)
There’s so much to talk about. And yet there’s nothing. It’s been 2 weeks since College started and I can see the effects already. Life is settling into the same boring and monotonous routine that I’m only too used to. I wake up everyday, excited at the prospect of something new, something fun but it always ends the same way. Boring. Tiring. Blah. I think about new things to write everyday. Just yesterday I was thinking about writing a post about 5 of my favorite Indian videos. Before that I thought I should talk about counselors. But these thoughts never reach the paper, or in this case – the post editor. A week back I wrote a 750 word post which I don’t agree with anymore. I don’t even know if this one is gonna see the light of the day. Even though everything is so boring and monotonous, it’s certainly not slow. I find myself wanting to sleep a little more, to read a little more, to watch some more movies yadda yadda yadda. But there’s no time! I keep shuttling between college and MBA classes and it feels like class 11th and 12th over again. The only difference is that the situation seems more serious now. It’s actually scary because every time my dad sees me, there’s this look in his eyes that seems to say, “Hurry up kid, it’s your last chance. Don’t disappoint us again.” . And then there is this feeling, of having missed something, or having gotten too late for something, that’s been haunting me for quite a while now. There is a feeling of urgency everywhere and I’m not used to all of this. I’m used to being lazy and complacent. I don’t mind my MBA classes, actually. The English ones, that is. We discuss nice things sometimes. Just yesterday we discussed Shuckspeare. Yes, that’s how most of the junta pronounces him. And then there was Feminism. The girls refused to say anything. The guys were too eager. Nobody made much sense in the end. Eagerness reminds me, there’s this guy in the class who’s pursuing his engineering degree. He’s the typical guy – tall, well built, strong and confident types. The other day I saw him having a rather animated discussion with somebody and I had to butt in just to see what it was all about. I thought they were probably discussing motorbikes or something because that’s the kind of thing that would get a guy excited. But no. I was in for the shock of my life. They were discussing Twilight. I have never, and I mean ever seen any guy rave about Twilight like that. He said he loved the movies and that he’s gonna read all the books now. I had to try really hard to control my laughter. I left in a hurry because I was scared he might start talking about how oh so awesome Edward Cullen is and everything. I wouldn’t have been able to control myself in case that had happened. So yea, I’ve pretty much been to hell and back. Back thanks to this superb article in Sunday’s Hindustan Times which talked about how the one thing that attracts women to men is their eyes. The entire thing was funny as such but the reference to Tamil Nadu Chief Minister M. Karunanidhi took the cake. It was talking about how Karunanidhi makes you want to not believe this article because he always wears sunglasses and yet has had 3 wives and 6 children! Bwahaha!
College is pretty boring this time around. Most of the subjects are theory based. One of them is about management and computers. So our teacher gave us an assignment in which we had to describe a live example of how computers is being used to manage things in some company or something. Usually I would’ve looked it up on the internet like everybody else but I don’t know what got into me and I decided to visit the local Apple iStore. And because it’s got the Apple deal associated with it, I imagined myself meeting some smart suited-booted manager, and impressing him with my questions and so on. Instead I got to meet a low-waist jeans wearing normal looking guy. It was quite an anti-climax and I was at a loss for words. I hadn’t expected that. But I shouldn’t take anything away from him because even though it didn’t go exactly how I had thought it would, I did get my answers. But the one thing I noticed about him was that he seemed really happy with his job and very proud of it. And that always happens when you see somebody associated with Apple – whether employees or customers. Most of them would jump off a cliff if Steve Jobs told them to. I don’t have a big problem with that till they keep it to themselves. But when they start preaching, it gets very annoying. They go on and on and on as if Apple is the only thing on the planet worth living for. You’d actually think they’ll have sex with their machines. It’s insane. You know, it’s no wonder that more than half of the hits on this blog come from people searching for things like “porn”, “sex”, “nude chicks” and “Rani Mukerjee nude”. I relate everything with sex, beh. But that still doesn’t justify “Rani Mukerjee nude”. I swear I have never written anything about that. But you know what? The hits are going to increase after this post because I just mentioned it twice. :\
There is a presentation too sometime next week. I never get the easy topic. I got Network Security this time. Any kind of help is most welcome. Try to make it fast, though. I wish I had gotten Software Piracy instead. It would’ve been a piece of cake. I would have ended it in three powerpoint slides. They would have been like:-
Slide 1 – This presentation was made on a pirated copy of Microsoft Powerpoint.
Slide 2 – Which was running on a pirated copy of Microsoft Windows.
Slide 3 – Thank You.
Would’ve been such a hit. Too bad I didn’t get it, no?
So how many of you read this story called The cut off (http://bit.ly/z1sXP) by Chetan Bhagat, in Hindustan Times? Is it just me or does anybody else who read it also think that the happy ending ruined it? I thought it was a nice idea, you know. It’s a real issue and people should be talking about that. But what about the stupid ending? Parents don’t behave like that guy’s parents did. If everybody’s parents understood them, life would have been so easy. I was hoping for a much more dramatic ending. But what else can you expect from Chetan? All his novels end with everybody being happy as if the entire issue that made up the book wasn’t even something worth discussing. Lame.
