Uday and his look like. (Devil's Double)

• Uday joined a Medical College to peruse a degree in medicine, After attending 3 classes he moved to an near by Engineering College and completed his degree with a first rank among 76 students.
• Intoxicated Uday sliced down his father closest friend with a knife and pulled out his nerves, in a royal party.
• He was declared 8 years of imprisonment, but he rarely spent 3 months in prison and he flew to Switzerland and appointed as assistant for Ambassador. But again he was expelled from Switzerland after repeated arrests.
• After that he was appointed as Head of Olympics Committee. He tortured athletes who failed to win by hammering them to death and electric shocks.
• He created accounts in Yahoo and MSN Messengers, later they were banned by US.
• In 1993, he was shot on his private part in the markets of Bagdad by a Devil's Double.

His full name is UDAY SADDAM HUSSEIN. The elder son of Saddam Hussein.

He was a womanizer, rapist, drug addict, on a boring morning he used to pull out his Bugatti or BMW and drive to near by school. Select a pretty girl and sleep with her only for one night! More over he used to threaten the girl to beg him to f*** her! insane.

While his crime went on generating enemies and hatedness his life was at risk. He turns even more intelligent to find a man who is a look like. After some surgical operations he makes a ditto look like, so that he can save life and be where ever and when ever its required. Even Saddam, Stallin and Shah had look likes.

Saddam Hussein & Faoaz al-emari

Uday Saddam Hussein & Latif Yahia

He was greedy on Kuwait and the billions of Dollars Oil being skipped by his hands. When the Kuwait was on fire his nasty greed caused the end of proprietorship in Iraq. If not, even today Saddam would be ruling the Iraq.

The twist comes when Latif turns to be a gentleman. Latif gains more popularity than Uday by people and even by Saddam. And finally Latif becomes the major threat for Uday to an extent that Uday was shot on his private part in the open markets of Baghdad.

Since beginning I am more geeky about Arabs, I am passionate bout their life. And I love when person like Lee Tamahori brings it on screen so wonderfully.

Dont miss to watch 'The Devil's Double'

CV - a way far from word doc

Brahmin and Buffalo

Many of my friends know a friend of mine 'Manja', one of my friend calls him 'philosopher' also. He was a teacher in a school and now he runs granite business. He is my all time friend, he is just like a duplicate copy of my heart. He is younger than me but seen and experienced everything in life. When ever we meet, we keep talking for whole night and we talk everything.

He is the best person when it comes to knowledge, it doesn't mean that he know everything but he know how to handle things. He is very good at communication. He is very interesting person and got simplest solution for greatest issues.

Last day we were discussing something and even I was in dilemma over that issue. When I asked him, he didn't spoke much but, he said, 'Mava (we call each other Mava, father -in-law!)

'Mava, did I narrated a story about 'Brahmin's buffalo' anytime?'

I said, 'no, you didn't'

he, 'then listen to this story, it may help you'

'Sure'

Once there was a Brahmin in a village, and he was much concerned about purity, hygiene, and cleanliness. He had a beautiful buffalo, which was giving lot of milk. Everything was good going until one day a villager ignited a gossip saying that, the Brahmin's buffalo eats shit! But, Brahmin didnt believed that in initial days, but the news went shredding like hot dogs in the village. One fine day Brahmin followed the buffalo and for god sake it ate shit!! So he thought of teaching a lesson to buffalo, and followed the buffalo with a stick in hand. When ever buffalo put its mouth near shit, the Brahmin hit it hard. after few days he observed, when ever he is behind the buffalo it didn't even smelled shit, but, the moment he is away, the buffalo again ate shit.

But, this time Brahmin tied the buffalo inside the cattle shed and fed it with green grass, vegetables, and left-out-food. He didn't let the buffalo go out for 2 months! Again days were fine.

After 3 months, Brahmin let the buffalo out of shed, thinking that it has got its lesson in 3 months and will not eat shit again. The next moment the buffalo was released, it ran like anything to outskirts of village searched for every piece of shit and started eating! though Brahmin was beating it like anything it never stopped eating!

Then, Manja said, 'Mava, there are people around us like the buffalo, and they cant stop eating shit. If you try to stop them, for the moment they act like not eating shit but next moment they do it again. One day they turn so shameless that they don't even care if you are hitting them from behind and they continue to eating shit. If you go on following it then you will be dumped in shit one day. But you cant stop them eating shit, if they have eaten it once then they don't mind repeating it'

If we are intelligent, leave the buffalo and let it continue eating shit. Meanwhile we can bring a cow and start using cow milk or never use milk. If we are so dependent on buffalo milk, then ignore the shit and continue using milk as if you are unaware of the buffalo eating shit.

I was so impressed :) and best lesson of that moment.

Dear Mr. Valentine's Facebook Profile

A true love between 2 individuals is the super most power and the ultimate joy of life time. Only they can feel it, who are in there. My deepest greetings to all of them on this day. Pardon me for having cold shoulder while I write abut it. I am just trying to wipe tears that may flow after few years because of wrong choice. take it in positive way. Because in love, you never know it was a failure, until you shed tears and you are tired to wiping them from your cheeks.



"We had a lovely life so far, and yesterday also we been together. And, today she/he broke up with me. After getting committed with new one.

-Vary Smith

The love which is so pure, dedicated, futuristic and honest for you may be just a game for other one. And the above testimonial quotes it. 'getting a new one after break up' and 'breaking up after getting a new one' decides the price for past love. 'having a new one along with you' decides the un-billed price!

I quoted this from a article which got recently published on one of my author friend's blog. I am not here to explain what is love? Nobody has to describe the love because as long as there is love there is everything, and nobody has to describe it. But, I thought of writing on the second phase of love. These days there are more break ups than the proposals. Its because we never think before falling in love. My advice is 'think before falling in love, and never think after that'

I would want you to answer a simplest question. So that you can avoid the huge debts in the near future.

What made you to fall in love? (First step of happy love)
List out top 5 reasons that made you to fall in love. If your reason is one among 'looks, lust, money, availability, replacement' then be ready to pay for it. It's gonna crack withing next blink.

How long it took to fall love? (Second step of safe love)
Love is not an open manhole in the sidewalk waiting for you to blindly fall into it. The facts is that the love never just happen. It takes days, weeks, and months of finding big and small ways to perpetuate the ecstasy of illicit attraction. Love is a choice - not an emotion. No love happens without a want. The faster it grows, the fastest it fails’ that’s the truth about love.

Fight/dispute and the wait time (Third step of just love)
Let there be fight, doubt, beat, let the tears flow. Pull the thread hard to test before you use to stitch with it. If the thread is weak it will cut off. There are only 2 states of love. 'it is' and 'its not' there is nothing in between. If it is, then nothing can beat it. if it is not then there is no way to help it. Dispute about anything except an entry of another person in love is always welcome and it can be patched out.

Let he/him go away. Let her/him take a walk and think about it. This is the wait time and time to fix the price of love. This is wait time, how long you can wait for your loved ones? This is time to decide what stage you are in? 'it is' or 'its not'? if 'it is' you both would be waiting for each other for years. if 'it's not' then there wont be your number in her/his most dialed numbers list by next day.

Dont try to stitch the broken egg. (Last step of love)
There is a thinnest layer between the 2 loving individuals. Made up of trust and honesty. It is so delicate that even a strong blow can tear it away. The feel of this layer is so awesome to enjoy the love. But, once it breaks just take a break up. A patch up doesn't stay for long time. honestly, think of giving a happy ending (though it never works) A happy break up is never reality because one loves too much and other loves too many :)

It is not the end, its another journey to find a proper one. At the end thank her/him for providing another opportunity to make the life beautiful with a heart that loves you.


On the other side...
I dont know the advantages of mobile and Facebook, but I know for sure these two have successfully redefined the meaning of love. Saala, if they were not there, at least girls and guys would have had some time to think and analyze why the break up happened. Falling in love for first is not so delighting than falling in love with an ex!

Thanks to Indian Electricity Board - there are living examples of people who got rebounded just because they dialed ex number while there was nothing to when there was no power supply. There is no condition for love, its eternal. We make it*


Wishing you a very Happy day of your own.
Let there be love around you always, for ever & ever

*Terms & Conditions Apply

My First Book 'Bade Nawab'

Wooo, finally this is out of press. This is been my long time dream. Though its late but I could get this book published after 3 years.

4 years ago, when I used to get inspired by stage plays. And one year after I wrote this playwright. It reads like a historical play. Inspired by the incidents occurred in 17s. The down of Mughals and dawn of British rule. This is just a try to look at the history though a modern view. The play is contemporary to all time political system and the geeks to attain power.

My next desire it to bring on to stage performance. May be end of this years. Here is a page from original script.



Hoping to get some readers.
-Cheers

A Low Gravity Road -

Monday morning 5:12 AM, I was walking down the WC road near Rajaji nagar. I was thinking.... the thought budded up few hours ago while I was in bus. Was heading back to Bangalore from Ranebennur, since it was a Xmas and new year eve most of the buses were full so took a minibus to Bangalore. Settled down at the back seat and was just thinking.

Can we build a road on 'low gravity field?' My Idea was basic and simple, having the facility available for common man and burning same amount of fuel but traveling at the speed of 2 or 3x, lets say 400 to 500km/h.



The only reason that makes us to drive in limited speed is the gravity, The strength of the gravitational field is numerically equal to the acceleration of objects under its influence. This means that, ignoring air resistance, an object falling freely near the Earth's surface increases its velocity by 9.81 m/s (32.2 ft/s or 22 mph) for each second of its descent.

What if we can reduce this gravity by 9.8 to 5 or 5.5?

The possible ways to reduce the gravity is either reduce the mass of earth - which is impossible or increase the distance between road and earth surface - which is not practical. Building a road on low gravity needs to be done so high in space that, one needs few days to get on to the road. to reduce the gravity of the Earth by a factor of one million one needs to be at a distance of 6 million km from the Earth. Which is just stupid idea.

There should be a third experiment where in the gravity can be reduced to half, but how?

If we could reduce the Earth's gravity by just a few percentage points it would have a drastic difference on everything. Humans would feel peppier and not have so much wear and tear other bodies, which would probably increase their lifespan. Trees would grow much taller and in more abundance, and better able to suck more of the CO2 out of the atmosphere.

Do hell ! but do something to do it.

There would come a day, a super technology that would just do it. by then ma kids can do up n down from hubli to bangalore in an hour :) There is lot more to come before i die!

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This is pretty interesting to read, I guess

This afternoon I was riding to office and suddenly remembered a poem read long ago. Unfortunately I don’t remember the poet but the summery of poem is still in mind.

First two paragraphs, poet narrates that last night he turned a butterfly in his dream. He flew over all beautiful flowers and enjoyed the fragrance. And in the last paragraph he says, I wonder, was it me, who dreamt of being a butterfly or am I a dream of butterfly?

Well, well, its bit confusing but let me elaborate it again. I try to write the question popped in poet’s mind in technical way.

1. Was it the poet, turned a butterfly in his dream?
2. Am I (poet) a dream of butterfly, which turned into a human in its dream?

It was so interesting, what if somewhere in the universe a butterfly is dreaming, as if it turned into a human being and enjoying all pleasures in Bangalore! May be, whole life span of a human is just a night for the butterfly and the moment the butterfly wakes up, its morning and a death for human!

I had similar thoughts while watching Will Smith’s ‘iROBOT’, even in movie, till last moment we cannot make out that the human was robot! Again the question is, are we developing robots and getting all works done or somewhere in universe, some robots are creating ‘humans’ and sending to earth!

We may have biological reasons to say that human are not robots, because we born when a male and female mates, we take 9 months to come out of womb, we were children then we grow up. But, what is so called womb is a kind of processor for the robots created us? What if human biological reasons are ‘technically programmed code’!

We might have programmed to assume that we are living in a universe, which is infinite. We all revolve around the burning sun; we wont fall off because of gravitation. My question is, who proved all these scientific facts? The answer is humans, what if we humans itself are robots! Is there any other so called living organism that can tell us about the solar system and our biology?

It’s as simple as a math teacher, who has misunderstood the sum of 2+2, and leading the whole class to believe the sum of 2+2. Lets assume he is the only math teacher on earth and we are following him. Is there any one creature apart from human to tell that, yes, we live in solar system?

>> writing

ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ

1. ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ
2. ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ ರಕ್ಷಣಾ ವೇಧಿಕೆ
3. ಯಾವ ಮೋಹಸ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತೋ...
4. ಲಗು ಲಗು, ತರುಬು, ಚಾಸ್ಟಿ,

Sometimes, it is so tough to talk to some one without filtering words. I have couple of friends with whom i talk for long time. For each of them I have made set of vocabulary and I always use words within that set. Unfortunately, very few of my friends are keen observers and interrogative in nature and good in playing with words.

That day, me, Ravi and Manja were in bus at window seat. Over a secondary school wall, the board read like 'ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ' me and Manja started laughing after 3 seconds! Ravi was 'what the f***?' the we explained him, it should not be 'ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ' but, it should be 'ಬಾಲಕಿಯರ ಸರ್ಕಾರಿ ಪ್ರೌಢ ಶಾಲೆ' ಯಾಕಂದ್ರ ಶಾಲೆ ಸರ್ಕಾರದ್ದು, ಬಾಲಕಿಯರಲ್ಲ.

'ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ ರಕ್ಷಣಾ ವೇಧಿಕೆ' written behind a TATA Sumo, the vehicle was owned by Kannada Protection Association! While I am talking, I often use lines picked by songs, other day I was talking to a girl about working abroad and used the line 'ಯಾವ ಮೋಹನ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತೊ...' and later I took 15 min to explain the meaning behind the ಮುರಳಿ (flute) and America.

Once Rajaram asked me, 'Does feelings got anything to do with language?' after so much of discussion the answer was 'yes' Feelings got everything to do with language.



By initial stage i debated saying language is nothing to do with feelings. Bue, by the end of discussion I admitted that I was wrong.

...to be written

Your son is sleeping beneath chilly plants, don't ask his wage for today

Last evening, My neighbor called me saying my mom got held her hand in washing machine and she is fine. I suddenly rushed to home and there was not much to worry about, she was fine.

Today morning, I sat next to her to explain how a washing machine works? then I took her to machine and gave a demo explaining all the functions. There was so much of curiosity in her eyes! She asked me so many question which were so simple, and I was yet happy to answer her.

I still remember, there was time when me and my mom used to go harvest cotton on a summer day. She was paid 12 Rupees a day and I was paid 8 Rupees. We never considered the burning sun and skin scratches due to dried cotton thrones. While we work she used to talk to me continuously, she used to tell me about Gandhiji and Indian freedom moment. She always told me to be good at mathematics and get selected in a entrance exam for a residential school. By then, I was young and some land owners did not considered me as daily labour by then also mom took me along her. While she was working I collected woods and cow dung cakes to make domestic fuel for winter.

I still remember that day when my mom slapped me. It was a hot day and we were working, we were harvesting chillies. The chilly plants were taller than me when I bent down. In middle of work I slept beneath the chilly plants and nobody noticed me until for some time. Then the land owner saw me and shouted, 'Lalithamma, nim hudga holdaga makkonthana avn kooli kelak barbyada' (Lalithamma, your son slept beneath chilly plants and you do not ask his wage for today) My mom came and slapped me, she was worrid that I didnt even paid for half day.

We used to work for 6 days a week and mom earned 72 Rupees + around 40 Rupees mine. Every week she used to send me to the weekly market, that used to gather near by my village. I always carried a bag and 50 Rupees in my pocket. walk alone on a mud road. When I reached market, I kept wandering through out all the shops. Mom narrated me the list of things to get and I noted down on a paper. Meanwhile, I never felt to have a chocolate of 50 paisa, because I knew 50 paisa is lot more for mom. also she suggested me to not to have tea in shop, she told me she will make tea for me when I get back home. I used to return to home by evening. She used to check if I bought everything and calculate the money I spent. Then she used to make tea for me, we sat together and sip it and get out. I was not supposed to stay at home after lunch or dinner, as there was no space for me to sit. We lived in a smallest room, may be 20fx15f smaller. by night we used my grandpa's house for sleeping.

Fortunately, now time has changed. And today I get her everything she want. She never asks me anything but I know what she want. She never dreamt of using a washing machine in her life. She struggled all though her life as a labor. And today she is proud of me and I am happy that she is proud and happy. Every morning she waits until I get up and brings me tea, after that she prepares breakfast for me. When I go home she asks me 10 times if she can serve food for me and I say yes by 11th time. On weekends I take her to malls and big bazar. I feel so proud and satisfied when she sits on my bike and holds my shoulder. In malls I explain her everything, I explain her how these malls makes profit? I explain her what does Software Company do? I explain her what is recession? I explain her what is central government and state government? how do our government works? I use all simplest examples to make her understood.

When I was in school, she wrote me a postcard every week and 35 rupees of money order every month. I regret that I didn't preserve those letter. By then I never thought of making her happy, I was in my own world in school. I was sitting in classroom with 40 of my classmates and she was working hard in sun to arrange 35 Rupees to send me next month.

Today, if I am sitting in a Air Conditioned room with a computer. It's all because she worked hard under sun all the day for 12 Rupees.

After we discuss something, she never forgets to add a line 'If your father was alive, he would have felt so happy' and i say 'who knows?'

Still I remember those 35 Rupees she used to send me, no matter I am paid 75,000 Rupees a month.

I love you mom.