tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102565412024-03-08T02:50:09.463+05:30KairosAbout life, universes, babbages & T-rexes.Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.comBlogger436125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-13779781201147517042017-09-02T10:08:00.002+05:302017-09-02T10:08:42.362+05:30We have moved!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm participating in #FindMyAlexa, organized by Blog Chatter. Was having trouble including Shareaholic here, so decided to shift to Wordpress.<br />
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I now have my own domain! Come visit at <a href="http://nutatut.com/">nutatut.com</a>. Dropped the hyphens as friends said people often find them cumbersome to type :-)<br />
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People coming for the Find My Alexa activty, please visit <a href="http://nutatut.com/">nutatut.com</a> and comment on posts there.<br />
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Thanks!<br />
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I'll miss this blog though. My first... I started it all the way back in 2006.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-46993503396161401932017-08-19T10:44:00.001+05:302017-08-19T10:44:15.408+05:30The awesome Anu Aga<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Women Writers' Festival yesterday had some inspiring sessions. Anu Aga stole the show, with Rashmi Shukla coming a close second. The session where social media influencers spoke and editors had a discussion were also eye opening.<br />
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Anu Aga, who had headed Thermax, rightly pointed out that women don't show anger. In her time, the sole approved ambition of a woman was to 'marry and produce.' She talked about everyone in class had interesting ambitions, but 'when my turn came, I said I want to marry and produce, because that's the only thing I was told I could do.'<br />
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Anu spoke of work as being a means of self expression. When her father scolded her for contradicting her husband in public, her husband said that he had not married a 'rubber stamp.' He seemed to have been the wind beneath her wings.<br />
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That's how Anu, who hates math and still counts on her fingers, got the will to head Thermax after her husband passed away. Since you can't get 'apples from an orange tree,' she managed Thermax her way rather than trying to be a carbon copy of her husband.<br />
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'Never has a man brought me down,' she said, telling us of how a man she met at a dinner said 'Thermax was bound to turn around, because our prayers were with you.'<br />
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Anu's advice for women</h2>
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'Make shameless use of everyone.' We have a great support system in India- mothers-in-law, servants, etc.<br />
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Her mother-in-law couldn't understand her working, as she felt that only women who needed to work for financial reasons did so.<br />
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Although Anu was into social work in Mumbai and then socializing when she moved to Pune, her family approved of her working in Thermax. Her husband found her 'more interesting,' her children called her a 'better mother' as she 'nagged less!'<br />
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Anu's advice for women at work</h2>
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Be yourself. Don't be aggressive towards other women, like she often sees is the case at the workplace.<br />
Don't make gender an issue. If you're not promoted, don't jump to think that it's because a woman- that may or may not be the case. Even men feel disappointed when they're not promoted.<br />
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'Even in Parliament women don't follow the rules. Instead of raising their hand before asking a question they directly shoot a question and when the Speaker doesn't allow it, they say you never allow women to ask questions.'<br />
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Don't misuse laws for women. 'No one can rape you for years.'<br />
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Put boundaries at work. If you don't want a man to hug you at work, say no without escalating matters.<br />
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Take care of yourself, no one else will.<br />
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Learn to love yourself.<br />
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Anuisms</h2>
Husbands who say they work late to get their wives diamonds, should ask their wives whether they'd prefer quality time with husbands or diamonds.<br />
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The only difference between men and women is their plumbing.<br />
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Women often feel guilty then feel it's Ok to repeat their behaviour since they've done penance by feeling guilty.<br />
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My sh@# doesn't smell as bad as it did.<br />
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I hope at 75 I can be as vivacious as her! <br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-56566120947428109132017-02-27T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-27T22:00:09.966+05:30The Loneliness of the Long Distance Commuter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My heart sinks when I think of you<br />
The hour that's between us two.'<br />
Home and work, will the twain meet?<br />
Mine but to trudge there, rain or sleet.<br />
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Open Ola while wolfing breakfast<br />
If he comes on time, pack the rest.<br />
Explain everyday where I'm to be found<br />
Still sometimes the dolt goes round and round.<br />
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Jammed in a shared cab with fellow sufferers<br />
We wall ourselves with cell phone bricks<br />
Now I know all the tricks<br />
To cutting time<br />
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"Please put the radio on," I sing<br />
Then I hear another's phone ring.<br />
Sometimes I run my chore calls<br />
Knowing others helplessly eavesdrop. Balls.<br />
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As the dust dives in through windows open<br />
I wait for the others to mouths open<br />
The air con can be a joke<br />
Stifling. The choice? Choke.<br />
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Traffic at the University turn<br />
Is when I check Twitter on the run<br />
Inch by painful inch we advance<br />
Patience is a virtue, I chant.<br />
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I shift my aching knees in vain<br />
To find a spot of relief in chains<br />
As the others get off at their stops<br />
I slide across seats free now, the sun to crop.<br />
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Those detours for others do delay<br />
It saves money, mind to heart relays<br />
The green on the way soothes for a sec<br />
To dissolve when the car brakes. Heck!<br />
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Walking in to work, I'm already pooped<br />
Rush to the loo, to recoup.<br />
With such a start to the day<br />
Any wonder, I wanna run away?<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-44704027762066487202017-02-25T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-25T22:00:21.127+05:30Worrying<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Crow thoughts pick my eyes out<br />
When I try to sleep.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-46330558619849939282017-02-24T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-24T22:00:23.768+05:30Youth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish I could tear the skin off your face<br />
It reminds me of mine when I was young.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-21885624373464056542017-02-23T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-23T22:00:08.136+05:30In tandem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If only<br />
My legs could run as fast on the treadmill<br />
As my mind does all the time<br />
I'd have the figure I think about.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-22275455949988793942017-02-22T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-22T22:00:13.137+05:30Strawberries and Cream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Red.<br />
Juicy.<br />
Firm.<br />
I bite into you<br />
My mouth<br />
Flooding with<br />
Sweet and sourness.<br />
With cream <br />
You cool me<br />
My favourite<br />
Menage a trois.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-70331481011259882642017-02-21T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-21T22:00:28.664+05:30Reading the waters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I begin a book<br />
I dip my toes in it<br />
Soon I'm drowning<br />
Becoming the hero<br />
The heroine<br />
The villain<br />
In the world beneath.<br />
The water<br />
Seeps out of me<br />
When I come out<br />
Forgetting how<br />
To be myself.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-52286207834440786532017-02-20T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-20T22:00:00.185+05:30Bee is me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I flit from article to link<br />
Seeking knowledge nectar.<br />
Getting dizzy high<br />
With information overload.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-87310409222644962652017-02-19T23:30:00.000+05:302017-02-19T23:30:14.102+05:30Morning haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dark sky<br />
Lightens in blue<br />
Like my mood.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-2224000777301149002017-02-18T23:00:00.000+05:302017-02-18T23:00:08.162+05:30Tree haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A tree<br />
Arms stretched<br />
Like a flower.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-8341523981841936672017-02-17T22:30:00.000+05:302017-02-17T22:30:18.957+05:30Vday flowers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Fresh flowers from you<br />
Made my heart bloom.</div>
Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-64499169676207360042017-02-16T22:00:00.000+05:302017-02-16T22:00:03.226+05:30Channeling anger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Putting the treadmill plug in<br />
Pulls the plug on my anger<br />
Potential energy to kinetic<br />
Blurs my feeling.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-55014183716893701482017-02-15T04:42:00.000+05:302017-02-15T05:11:37.171+05:30One angry woman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The anger inside me<br />
Fights to get out<br />
I'm its bottle<br />
But sometimes my cork mouth<br />
Flies off in air<br />
And it shapes words vile<br />
That fly to their marks<br />
Settle on their chosen perches<br />
As I look at the havoc I've wreaked<br />
I try to pick up the pieces<br />
Of what were once humans.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-67290407668868619472017-01-28T11:00:00.001+05:302017-01-28T11:00:49.928+05:30Twelve Angry Jurors<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Watched a play after a year. Twelve Angry Jurors doesn't roll as easily off the tongue as Twelve Angry Men, the original play, but it can accommodate women. Watching it as an adult, I absorbed it more than the last time round, as a child. I think I watched the Hindi film Ek Ruka Hua Faisla.<br />
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It reminded me of corporates today. How few times we have the courage to say no. But when we do and others come around to our point of view, how satisfying it is to know we've stuck to our guns and were right.<br />
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A play is like watching a match live. You can watch it on TV, just like you can watch a movie based on a play, but it's not the same. Knowing that you can reach out and touch the actors, that's it's unfolding in front of you makes you feel part of the action more than if you were chomping on popcorn in the hall.<br />
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The production quality was good. There was a screen in the backdrop, where the visuals changed according to the story. Initially I revolted against it- am not a fan of mixing media. They used it to show a scene where a few characters were talking in the loo.<br />
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Perhaps showing it live would have taken too much time- changing the set. We are called upon to exercise our imagination less these days. Still, the set looked sophisticated. I was beginning to get reconciled to the astronomical sum we had paid for tickets.<br />
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The acting was by and large good. Rajit Kapur was powerful, as was his stocky opponent. A couple of characters had small roles, so couldn't judge their acting. It was interesting to see the shift in power- after the interval the majority became the minority.<br />
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The play was also adapted to India, with some Hinglish and Indian references to cricket matches and so on. That too helped make the play feel more real and contemporary.<br />
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It was presented by Adyam of Aditya Birla- great initiative. Here's to Rage and Nadir Khan coming out with more such polished productions- look forward to lesser known scripts being staged next time.</div>
Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-54469255397629538672016-09-25T06:52:00.000+05:302016-09-25T06:52:18.979+05:30Pune Litfest 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Caught the fag end of the Astrology workshop and found it quite interesting, specially the slide on how to handle different Zodiac signs. Cancerians are insecure, Librans are indecisive...hmm. Saggi with let them be free and Leo- flatter them, were no surprise :-)<br />
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Enjoyed the exercises on writing like trying to connect 4 images. Might do that as more of a practice, it was helpful and new. Forces you to be more detailed.<br />
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Liked the Books for Bricks stall by CRY on the lawn and the Enid Blyton exhibition too.<br />
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The poetry slam session was OKish. Liked one poet who performed about salsa and flirting. The exercise on 5 things you hate was revealing though.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-77562608742166418192016-06-28T18:24:00.000+05:302016-06-28T18:29:43.220+05:30Staycation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have been having a whale of a staycation. The trick is to not stay so much at home :-)<br />
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Went to the mall on Saturday and spent 7 hours there...reminded me of Delhi days. Hubby had a great birthday with mango cake and a fireworks candle.<br />
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Sunday- finally went to the writers' meeting I'd always wanted to go to...soaked in Pagdandi's atmosphere...admired it's thatched ceiling and wooden bookshelves. Quite an action oriented group- we were supposed to write on one of four prompts- a poem emerged on hope which I was quite happy with.<br />
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Meet the same people at events of a similar nature- finally remebered had met one of them at the Pune lit fest.<br />
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Checked out the new mall and took a selfie with the Johnny Bravo lookalike mascot. Had a 7 layer burrito which seemed more Indian than Mexican.<br />
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Went for an art exhibition and saw one painting which stayed with me- a clock in an eye.<br />
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Legs gave way then... so headed home to a gabfest with a gal pal overseas.<br />
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Monday- Had an awesome foot massage which used acupressure...am still feeling fresh. Finally went to Funky Kona, which lived upto it's name, although the food was so-so.<br />
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Watched most of Now you see me 2, which I liked, surprisingly. Once you get over the fact that you need to unwillingly suspend disbelief, the magic stunts, by their sheer novelty and sleight of hand, endear themselves.<br />
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Trying to download it, but sadly the dear old gov has blocked all promising links.<br />
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Today- Caught up on some research, wrote here, enjoyed the rainy day and finished watching 21 grams. Sean Penn...mmm. Cooked.<br />
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Tomorrow's open.<br />
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Varying candy leisure time with work helps make it sweeter.<br />
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PS- My first gif in a blog post- woo hoo!</div>
Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-79745767194377813522016-01-19T19:20:00.000+05:302016-01-19T19:20:05.453+05:30New year, new things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has truly been kairos, going back to Cal. Meeting family and friends, watching plays, etc. Enjoyed seeing the Ashtavinayak temples when I came back to Pune. They were all so different and inspiring. Ganesh ji was sometimes in warrior mode, and sometimes genial. It was truly a road trip- we spent most of the 2 days on the road, the 8 temples each took about 15 minutes. Just the one in the Buddhist caves took an hour, as we had to climb 100 steps to reach it.<br />
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Enjoyed Hannah Silva's talk in Pune. British Council got her when she came for the Tata litfest in Mumbai. Deconstruction in action- she plays around with words as sounds, using them as echoes to create new meanings.<br />
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Just from this one statistic- 40% of those who are amputated in war go back to war, she created a chilling performance piece, with the refrain It's a positive thing, ringing in my ears still.<br />
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Sometimes leaving out vowels, sometimes consonants, her staccato speech pressured language to explode in new realms of what is possible to express thoughts.<br />
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Also did some local sightseeing- Vohuman Cafe was a serendipitous find. Also went to Fergie- reminded me of College. Did University today- scored some beautiful trees, in dramatic poses near the Performing Arts Department :-)</div>
Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-76382516116764377042015-11-13T11:58:00.001+05:302015-11-13T11:58:41.869+05:30Ravi Gulati’s Manzil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I first heard Ravi Gulati, founder of Manzil (an NGO for
educating underprivileged children), speak at Delhi School of Economics. His
piercing eyes captured me. Although other speakers had Powerpoints, he simply
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And his words hit home. He talked about how he explained to
the villagers of Ghad, at the foothills of Dehradun, who had studied only to
Class IV, that after Class XII he had studied further, Class XII etc for college
years and then for IIM A. </div>
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They were amazed. What did you study for such a long time?
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Perhaps that’s why Ravi founded Manzil in 1997. At that
time, in 2005, over 80 children would come to his house in Khan Market, to
learn. I want to help too, I told him. Come over, he said.</div>
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When I went over one weekend to Manzil, the first thing that
struck me after I climbed the stairs was a beautiful mural of a tree. There was
peace in the air. It was very organized. They put up a notice that I would
teach English on weekends. About ten children signed up for my class.</div>
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I taught them grammar. They were bright and hungry to learn.
They were overjoyed when they got good marks on a test I gave. We want help
with spoken English, they said. We would practice shopping expeditions on the
terrace.</div>
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I looked out for them, and helped them later too. One boy,
Manoj, began making candles. I got him a stall at a b-school Diwali mela.
Another child was painfully shy, because he had studied in a Hindi medium and
now had shifted to an English medium school. Break up the letters, I told him.
Then you’ll be able to pronounce them easier. His reading improved, and so did
the volume at which he read.</div>
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Ravi would come and go. I think he had a family member who
was differently abled, perhaps that’s why he set up Manzil, to help children
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Although I gave tuitions later on to other children, they
were never as satisfying as the ones I gave at Manzil. I felt as if I was
making a bigger difference there. The children would laugh at my Hindi, and
correct me. So I learnt while teaching too.</div>
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I even ended up teaching Economics in Hindi! Whatever the
children needed. Some, like Anish, even came back and helped run Manzil and
teach other children. They danced, acted, made films, learnt their way around a
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It is a <a href="http://madeofgreat.tatamotors.com/" target="_blank">happy</a> place.</div>
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-32110882039528989552015-10-08T20:27:00.002+05:302015-10-08T20:28:30.010+05:30Next is Us- The LG Nexus 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Our phones are our lives now. They’re what we reach for in
the morning, spend the most time with, and sleep next to at night. Spouses feel
left out when we pay more attention to our phones than to them.</div>
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But a phone has to be worthy of such attention, right? Who’s
going to waste time on a non smartphone? Here’s one with killer looks- the LG
Nexus 5! So you can feel good just by looking at it and watching others look at
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But what good are looks without performance, right? Does
your nosy family like to snoop on your phone? Keep them out delicately with the
super efficient Fingerprint Sensor. </div>
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Selfie time! The great megapixels in the camera will make
you look gorgeous for Facebook. It’s a good way to capture moments and store
them in your phone, to show to relatives later, with explanations.</div>
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What’s the number one bugbear when it comes to smartphones?
Battery. You can do these amazing things, but only for a while. The reversible
USB Type C charger works scarily fast, so that you don’t have to twiddle your
thumbes for long, and can get back to playing Plants vs Zombies 2!</div>
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Android rocks- there are more apps on it and it is more open
than that fruit. What’s better then than a Google phone? Nothing. With updates
as soon as they are out, you’re sure to be the first to enjoy the benefit of a
phone that just keeps getting smarter.</div>
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A smartphone is a bit like a marriage- choose carefully,
else you could be facing the three year itch a lot sooner than you thought you
would. So, check this phone out for yourself and I don’t think that you’ll be
disappointed. Have fun establishing a nexus with this one against the world. </div>
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-21164740199122300472015-10-06T17:41:00.001+05:302015-10-06T17:41:20.280+05:30Pune International Literary Fest 2015- Haiku workshop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The
Haiku workshop by Kala Ramesh at the Pune lit fest was the best part of
it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">She
spoke about the 5 elements and how progressively they involve our senses, just
like haiku involves our 5 senses. Space- eyes, Wind- touch, ears, Fire- eyes,
touch, ears, Water- eyes, touch, ears, taste, Earth- eyes, ears, touch, smell,
taste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Zoka,
or the creative force of nature, comes through clearly in haiku.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">A
haiku is open ended like a semi circle, so that a reader can complete it by
remembering her experience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">It
begins with a static backdrop,a </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="http://www.ahapoetry.com/Bare%20Bones/BBless2.html">fragment</a>- the first line.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">The
second and third lines, or phrase- the movement, are joined to the first by a
moment. So the scene cuts (kirae) from
the first line to the second. There is usually a seasonal reference, or kigo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">There
is a sense of oneness with nature and life- satori. In seryu, there is no
nature. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">We
pretended to burst a balloon- never realised how many of our senses are used in
doing so! From touch, taste, smell, ear to eye- it covers it all. That little
exercise taught us to be more aware of our senses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;">Here's
a haiku by Basho-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The sea darkens; </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
<span style="background: white;">the voices of the wild ducks </span><br />
<span style="background: white;">are faintly white. </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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colour? He's one of the four masters of Haiku, as you can see, with good reason. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Here's another one by him-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">In the twilight of dawn<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">A whitefish, with an inch<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Of whiteness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ryokan, a
Buddhist monk, wrote this-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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left behind, <br />
the moon in my window<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We also read
a haiku by Sandi Pray. Here’s an innovative one by John Stevenson-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<em><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Jampackedelevatoreverybuttonpushed<o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">And one by David Steele-<o:p></o:p></span></em></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">stuck
to the slab </span><br />
the I<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Here’s
one closer home by Sunil Uniyal-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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twirls his moustache</span><br />
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Shah Jahan<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Then one by Michael McClintock-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">train whistle<br />
a blackbird hops<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">So the first line of a haiku is short, then there’s
a long line, and then again a short one. In total, there are about 9-14
syllables.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">Drawing a haiku is a good way of staying on track.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">A haiku strives to bring the extraordinary out of
the ordinary. No capitals or full stops are to be used, although articles can
be used. This helps reaffirm the cycle of life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Finally, here’s a seryu by Anita Virgil-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-5906682082334420882015-09-29T20:38:00.005+05:302015-09-29T20:38:53.005+05:30To a fitter us, heart to heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Metabolism
slows down as we get older. I want my husband and I to start good habits now,
when we are in our 30s. That way, we won’t blimp up and have health problems
later. The problem is, eating healthy is boring. So is exercising.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When is it
fun? When we compete with each other. We rival each other in seeing who will
lose more weight first. If one of us gains weight, he or she forces the other
one to stand on the weighing scale too!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">If I refuse
a sweet, my husband reduces the portion of the sweet that he has taken. I try
to make healthy stuff, so that we are full and not tempted to have junk food
too often. Weekends we usually take a break and eat what we like.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I like
having oats for breakfast, which my husband likes too. Both of us are fond of
fruits and shop for them on weekends so that we have them within easy reach
during the week. Lunch and dinner are normal meals usually- roti, sabzi, dal,
so that’s healthy. He takes a fruit to office to snack on, and has dry fruits
too if he feels more peckish. I like having muri in the evenings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We try to
walk together on weekends, which is way more fun than me taking rounds while
listening to the radio. He educates me about car models, pointing out the good
ones as we walk by. I am able to maintain a good pace too if I walk with him,
as he walks fast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">When we go
out dancing, that’s definitely a fun way to burn calories! We also walk fast in
the mall and while shopping at the hypermarket. Every little counts. We have an
exercycle, so we pedal while watching TV. I also burn calories giving him
massages!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I need to
lose a couple of kilos according to the Saffola Weight-Heart Test and so does
he, so we should go trekking! That;s a great way to trim the waistline and get
refreshed too. I liked the diet and weight plans they suggested too- very
sensible and doable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-35489142938805956852015-09-28T18:02:00.002+05:302015-09-28T18:02:47.934+05:30Transfer happy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My sister-in-law has a tablet and wants to use it to watch
her serials, so I suggested that she use <a href="http://www.tatasky.com/transfer/" target="_blank">Tata Sky Plus Transfer</a>. Otherwise, we
lose out in the war between Apple and Mac. She had trouble transferring her
serials from the PC to her ipad.</div>
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<b>You watch your serial, I mine</b></div>
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This way, we can keep the peace with our husbands.
Otherwise, they get bored when we watch our chick flicks, and our eyes glaze
when they watch their superhero serials. We can plonk ourselves on our beds,
and watch our serials comfortably.</div>
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<b>Always connected</b></div>
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When I went on holiday last week, I used Remote Record to
record serials I thought would be interesting. I had been watching reruns for a
while, so I didn’t want to miss out on new programs. It worked like magic!</div>
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I tested it out at home, and was overjoyed when Rosewood
showed up on my Booked programs, when I had clicked Record from my phone.
Someone from Tata Sky called the next day, to interest us in Live TV.</div>
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<b>Live TV</b></div>
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Watching TV on my phone is definitely an idea I would
consider, if my serial was at a particularly interesting point. It’s better
than getting reviews on Twitter, which now seem to crop up almost before the
serial is aired!</div>
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<b>TV, but not on TV</b></div>
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Who watches TV on TV anyway? I see kids on their tablets and
I think that’s the way to go. This way, you can watch your favourite show when
you want to, as you want to. I hardly watch TV with ads these days.</div>
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TV before DVR is a distant memory. The time I save by fast
forwarding ads, I can spend in watching another serial! If you haven’t seen
Fargo, check it out. If you’re a movie buff, there are many oldie goldies being
shown on TV, some of which you are sure to have missed. I had been wanting to
watch Moulin Rouge for a long time, and finally managed to catch it on TV.</div>
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<b>What to watch</b></div>
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A good comedy can really raise your spirits. I enjoyed
watching Seinfeld, which I fortunately didn’t remember very well from the first
time I had watched it, many years ago. I also loved watching Desperate
Housewives, even though my husband claimed that he hated it. He would giggle
along as I watched it, though.</div>
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wait for the next season! Hope it’s as good as the first one. </div>
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-64039769885128806412015-09-21T11:52:00.001+05:302015-09-21T11:52:41.979+05:30The Government Inspector by NCPA & Akvarious- Review: Awful<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had fond memories of the movie The Inspector General, which I watched as a kid on TV. Since some people I know had seen the performance of this Gogol play at NCPA, I stupidly did not research it and bought tickets. (They had said it was good).<br />
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The performance took the bare bones of Gogol's play. It used the play within a play device, which I found jarring. The jokes were hackneyed. We couldn't hear most of the dialogues. The acting was amateurish.<br />
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Came back home and researched it. Surprisingly, it mostly had glowing reviews online. Hope others don't get scammed like we did. On Book my show, the first two rows of the balcony were full when I booked, but at the performance they were mostly empty. Strange.<br />
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Nut-a-tuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093991607029108412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10256541.post-51855497434325877792015-09-01T11:57:00.001+05:302015-09-01T15:55:40.106+05:30One on One 2- Stand up comedy play review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The first act, I'm every woman, was funny but scarily true- about a woman struggling with kids.<br />
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The second was performed very well, with a desi American drawl- a Gujju bhai who wants to take over the US with theplas.<br />
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The third, surprisingly, was a bit of a let down. Written by Anuvab Pal, this act about a real estate guy moaning about Housing.com didn't quite click.<br />
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The fourth, also we had great expectations, but Rajit Kapur didn't quite deliver. a tirade against the system, about a funeral, this act was black comedy but hackneyed.<br />
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The ticket collector act was the best. Acted superbly and with a heart rending yet rib tickling story, it made me want to take a train ride immediately. Being in Hindi, it packed an extra punch.<br />
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After the interval, the acts were not so good. There was an Urdu act about soldiers at the border, but it was not very funny. The poetry saved it, though.<br />
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DJ Elvis was so so.<br />
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The marriage one hit home, but again, was not novel enough.<br />
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The Bollywood one was not bad. Seems like more hapless the performer, the more fun we have :)<br />
The acts could have been woven better together. Some swear words were common, so they seemed repetitive. It was a bit Bombaiya and juvenile too in parts. Still, an entertaining evening. </div>
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