The (not so) funny ride!

Don’t even bother reading it. Half of it is just random stuff which is not even remotely true. I was just too pained to do anything else so wrote this shit. An overview of the reading session: Funny songs, Funny stories, Funny Cycle incidents, One shoe torn apart from its “sole” mate for eternity and some cycle PJs. Thats all.

 

Before I get in to the reading session (where some of us had to read our piece of humour) that happened today at CLT, some things clarified regarding the last post.

The inspiration for the story was last sem, when CC, one of my juniors conjured up a story on the spot. It started the same way as I did with Chicken Monkey Shoes. Unfortunately, he forgot the rest (cupper :| ), which was why I could not put it up earlier. So when I thought about what to do for my HS assignment this semester, where we had to “produce” a piece of humour, the first thing which came to my mind was parodying the course. However, that did not work out due to various reasons, and I finally set out to complete Chicken Monkey Shoes. Reviews, as expected have ranged from “I loved it da” to “Dude, were you high when you wrote this?”.

So anyway, today’s reading session also had a choir with our man Nafets Reztlab (yes the mad scientist from the previous story) playing the guitar. The choir sang three songs which all were done pretty well. Some 6 of us read our pieces as well, ranging from Prince Charming to a bananapeel. But some of the funnier moments came after the reading session when myself, Guddu and Srivats cycled back to the hostel.

Overheard when we were returning:

Two dudes, one who sang and another who was in the audience.

Dude 1: Dude, the third song was really amazing da.

Dude 2: You mean the one we sang? Or the original version?

Dude 1: The original version da….

And then realizing what he did

Dude 1: Your song was also amazing da….

And then, after some cajoling, Srivats managed to convince Guddu to drop him off till Guru (He asked “Guddu, will you ride me till Guru? :P )

Guddu soon realized that he just couldnt ride Srivats. As I cycled along keeping a safe distance from the two, they finally switched positions as Guddu’s soul gave way. So now, Srivats was riding Guddu.  Not satisfied with riding him till Guru, Vats rode Guddu all the way to the Swimming Pool. And as Guddu slowly hobbled to his cycle (and after some PJ’s abt cycles in general), we finally set off into the sunset.

Doesn’t sound so funny now, but rest assured, it was trippy then. Plus, I want an ECG, so I have to post something tonight…..


 

Chicken Monkey Shoes – The short story about the creature that tried to take over the world through humour

So this is the story of Chicken Monkey Shoes. If you can’t read through stories longer than a normal blog entry, I advise you to stop reading now. This will take you a while to read.

Chapter 1: The horny cow

Once upon a time (yes that clichéd beginning), when humor in every form was encouraged, when animals were the main characters in every play, and discrimination was the norm, be it racial or sexist, there lived, in the country of Australia, a horny cow. Now, we pick up the story of this cow, whom we shall call Moo, and follow her as she happens to be the protagonist of the story.

So the cow, who had a daughter, was going to the market one day to buy fruits and vegetables when all of a sudden, she runs into a horny bull. Now, it is common knowledge what happens when two horny creatures meet. Soon enough the cow had two daughters. So, now it had to go to the market to buy milk as well (Only the younger cow needed milk). But sadly, there was no milk as Obama, who had recently become the President of Australia had banned all things white. The cow was frustrated. It decided that the only way to feed its children was to enter politics and overthrow Obama. But then it realized that it had no educational background and money (We all know we need money to enter politics). Therefore the cow swam to India, joined the prestigious Institutes of Indian Technology (IIT) and joined the 4 year Aerospace program.

4 years later, the cow realized the mistake it made. Everyone knows that people who get into Aerospace don’t get a job and consequently money. So, the dumb cow now flew back (it did Aerospace after all!) to Australia to meet the horny bull for some money. Sadly, the bull wasn’t to be found and it came to know from some sources that the bull had gone to Singapore to try and replace the Merlion and become the face of Singapore. So the cow now flew to Singapore to find him.

Chapter 2: The dodo

Thoroughly exhausted after combing through the city for a whole week, the cow finally gave up. It was then that the cow met a dodo. The cow poured its heart out to the dodo and hoped that he would help her in some way. The dodo, as if he hadn’t her, started off: “I am Ronal-dodo” “And as you can make out, I am a dodo” it continued. “But what you don’t know is that I am a gay dodo” (Well the cow watched football so it figured out that maybe it was named after the star who had topped the Gay icon list). The dodo then told the cow that it would help her only if she would listen to a story. So the cow obliged.

Nest 1: Chicken Monkey Shoes

(Narrated by the dodo)

There was this one time when I was trekking in Sweden. It was really dark and I could hardly see where I was going when all of a sudden, there was this huge rustling noise ahead of me in the trees. I was scared to death. I could see two flashlights staring at me from the tree. Suddenly the flashlights jumped down from the tree, which was when I realized what I was looking at. Well, actually I couldn’t make head or tail out of it, but atleast I knew that this weird creature used torches. It had a ponytail, a beak and it had a banana for a hand. It was so heavily armoured that not even the irresistible force (of the irresistible force, immovable object paradox fame) could have caused any harm to it. To top it all, it was wearing what seemed like a Dhoti

—-“I was in India to visit my cousins, the Surds”, said the dodo to the cow who was surprised that the dodo knew an Indian term—-

Now naturally, I was scared shitless when this menacing thing jumped down and glared at me. As I stood there saying my last prayers, hoping that this gladiator would finish me off painlessly, he suddenly came up to me and said “I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today!” Well, I then tried to explain to him that I wasn’t selling hamburgers out there, but he wouldn’t have any of it. So then we trekked back together to get him a hamburger and along the way, I got to know more of this strange creature. He called himself Chicken Monkey Shoes

—-At this point the cow says “Whaaaat??” and the dodo replies that when Shoes had introduced itself thus, the dodo had also said “Whaaaat??”—-

Now firstly I was surprised that that thing could actually speak, but when I heard the name, I was actually cursing my wife who had begged me to destroy her neighbour’s ring in the depths of Mount Kaboom as she was jealous of the ring. What the hell had I gotten myself into?? But then again, Shoes did not seem too interested in me, so I prodded him further and asked him about his history and how he came about. So he started his story.

Nest 2: The Shoe

(Narrated by Chicken Monkey Shoes)

There was once a shoe floating in the Amazon. A shoe that could breathe, a shoe that could listen, a shoe that could do anything a normal person would be able to do.

—-“Of course, whether it would still need a shoe to wear to office and stuff…. Well that’s something to ponder about”, says Shoes to the Dodo—-

Now this shoe was floating on thinking about how it came into existence when it suddenly encountered a huge school of fish. To its horror and dismay, it realized that those were not just fish. Those were the kings of the Amazon, the master predators themselves, the mighty and ferocious….

—-“Dude just tell me what they were”, said the Dodo to Shoes at this point and this was also told by the Cow to the dodo in the original story—-

. All right, those were the legendary piranhas of the Amazon.

—-At this point the cow goes nuts as one of its cousins had once been thrown to the piranhas to impress a visiting President, who was also a relation to Obama—-

So anyway, the shoe quickly found itself a hiding place and waited for the piranhas to pass. But surprisingly, the piranhas were not looking for food. If anything, they were running away from something. All of them were trembling with fear, and this piqued the curiosity of the shoe. It crept closer to hear the conversation of the piranhas so it could determine what exactly had gotten the piranhas so panicky. This is what it heard.

Nest 3: The Mad Scientist

(Narrated by Grandfather piranha to baby piranhas warning them about the danger in their lives and how the danger came to walk the face of this earth)

A wolf howled at the full-moon one night in the month of July. Somebody tossed a shoe at it and it kept quiet.

In his hilltop laboratory, Dr Nafets Retzlab was sick with worry concerning his “experiment”. His quest to create the ultimate being had come to a dead stop…. because the weather broadcast on TV was wrong. There was not even a single drop of rain that night, leave alone thunder and lightning. And his assistant, a monkey, named Evil, was not much of a help, because he did nothing but sit on the sofa and drink beer all day long.

The wolf started howling again. Two more shoes flew past its head, but it did not stop howling. It was an irritating, high-pitched sound, almost annoying to the ears of any primate. Evil was a
primate, and he was starting to get annoyed.

” If only I could get an alternate power source to power my chickenator™”, Nafets thought aloud, “I could win the Nobel peace prize, the Nobel prize for chemistry and possibly even the best joke analyzer of the year award!! But how do I go about it?” One would have labeled Nafets stupid had he not invented the greatest machine which everyone had heard of by now… the chickenator™. The chickenator™ was a device which transformed a chicken into a being which would understand why a joke was a joke and dissect and analyze the joke as a biologist would a cockroach. The doctor had planned to take the  chicken and his monkey along with him so that whenever someone cracked a joke, the chicken would immediately tell him why it was funny, and if it wasn’t very funny, then the monkey (drunk as usual) would go on to shoot the one who cracked the “joke”.

More importantly, if he could make a good number of chickens, the whole humor industry would go KABOOM

—-“Why Grandpa??” asked a baby piranha at this point to which Grandpa replied “Look dear, would you still be laughing as hard if I explained the reason a joke is a joke to you??? Or if I told you, that there is an element of surprise, something unexpected, so LAUGHHHHHH, would you???? WOULD YOU??? ” and looked at her so menacingly that she shut up—-

Nafets was pacing the laboratory floor, pondering intensely when the solution hit him. “Of course!!!!” he exclaimed with joy.

Evil eyed the window with irritation. Dead drunk, with a painful old song stuck in his head and with potential weapons (a bowl of petunias, a leather shoe and sweat) in his paws, this monkey was dangerous. Its drunken monkey brain was unable to bear the strain any longer. Monkey sweat started pouring down its monkey forehead. I like saying the word monkey.

In a swift motion, the monkey lunged at the window, not realizing that it was open. Unleashing its monkey fury at nothing but air, it fell, and while falling, it screamed a monkey scream till its monkey chest started aching. Evil, still screaming, desperately tried to grab the windowsill but in vain, for the sweat in his palms did not let him get a firm grip. Then, in a sudden act of monkey wisdom, he caught the bottom of the windowsill with his tail, and held on for dear life, the bowl of petunias still purposelessly held in his hand, still desperately screaming his heart out. But Nafets did not seem to hear him. Evil then threw the leather shoe he had been saving for annoying canines at Nafets in a final act of monkey desperation.

Nafets, meanwhile, did not hear nor see any of this. His eyes were fixed on the electrical plug in his hand and the socket on the wall before him, and his brain was thinking hard, bent on finding a solution to the problem at hand. “EUREKA!” he shouted, “I HAVE FOUND THE ANSWER!” Saying so, he quickly put the plug into the socket in a flash of brilliance. His joy was short-lived, however, for the very next moment, a leather shoe came out of nowhere and knocked him face first into the very machine which he was working on. He did not even have the time to consider what was happening to him, before the transformation started. He screamed a primal scream, more painful than the monkey’s wail, more annoying than the wolf’s howl. Before he knew it, it was over. The transformation was complete.

The shoe on the other hand had rebounded in true Bollywood film style and went and hit the wolf and killed it. This shoe then disappeared mysteriously.  Evil could relax now. Or at least that’s what he thought, when the whole place exploded and he was blasted off into space.

A new creature was born that night in the middle of July, something so utterly horrifying, so mind-bendingly meaningless, so damn weird that no other name could be given to it other than…. Frankenzkafka!! This was a creature which found anything and everything funny and that too had a reason for finding any particular piece funny. It also has a penchant for writing something random and then proving that it is funny. So much so that, it would destroy the whole world, write a book and find it funny aaaaand come up with a reason for it which would be perfectly justifiable. This is why it is so dangerous. This is why it should be destroyed.

–“Grandpa, how do you know all this??” asked a baby piranha. “I was Nafets’ pet. I got blasted out that very day and because of the effects of the explosion, I think I am the only one who can finish Frankenzkafka. This is why all of you must migrate North somewhere where you would be safe. I will finish off what Nafets started that day, for the sake of this world” said the old Piranha and swam off into the distance–

Nest 2: The Shoe

(Narrated by Chicken Monkey Shoes)

Now the shoe was elated. It knew how it was born. It was so happy that it started doing a jig right there. Meanwhile, the piranhas had sensed danger. They had sensed the mad joke machine coming their way. As the Grandfather quickly moved all the kids into a safe position, the other piranhas prepared for the final battle. A battle that would stop time. A battle that would scar the face of this earth. A battle that would be remembered for generations to come. A battle that would…

—-“Dude seriously, stop it!! Just tell me what happened” said the Dodo to Shoes at this point and this was also told by the Cow to the dodo in the original story—-

The shoe was now heading towards a waterfall oblivious to the fact that Frankenzkafka the Joke monster was nearby. It was so happy that it did not see all the piranhas jump at the Joke monster with the Grandfather right in the thick of things. All it cared about was its history and now it knew. It knew that it belonged to Nafets and was the shoe which had killed the wolf. Somehow the energy from the explosion had affected it and now, it could think, breathe and swim. It also knew that this meant it was on the Joke Monster’s side. But what it did not realize was that the Joke Monster was being killed right behind it. All of a sudden, in a blur, the piranhas passed the shoe, and took Frankenzkafka over the edge. The shoe was too late and it jumped along to save its master. But it was too late. Frankenzkafka had been savaged by the fish and was almost dead. As the piranhas swam away with their heads held high successful in their attempt to save the world, the shoe slowly crept up to the now disfigured Frankenzkafka and tried to wake him up. In true filmi style, it also said “NOOOOOOoooooooo………” while falling down the waterfall. But then Kafka suddenly opened his eyes and touched the shoe. A blinding white light flashed out of the shoe and suddenly, there was an egg on the shore. The shoe had sacrificed all its energy to try and save Kafka, but that energy was not enough. Kafka and the shoe died. But they had left behind their legacy. A creature that would follow in their footsteps. A creature that would slowly become one of the most powerful beings on the planet. A creature that would…

—-“Ok, now I’ve had it. You either end your story now or I won’t give you money for your hamburger.” Said the dodo, fully pissed off now at Shoes—-

I was born.

Nest 1: Chicken Monkey Shoes

(Narrated by the dodo to the cow)

I was stunned by this story of Chicken Monkey Shoes and gave him more than enough cash for 10 hamburgers and bolted from the place. Rest assured, my wife gave me an earful for not destroying the ring.

Chapter 2: The dodo

Now the cow was obviously pissed as the dodo had wasted so much of its precious time telling some random story about the random creature. All that the cow wanted was money. When it threatened to kill the dodo for wasting its time, the dodo immediately replied that there was a reason that it had told the cow the story.

Nest 2.1: Obama v Bush:

(A monologue by the dodo to the cow)

The reason you are standing here today is because you have no money. The reason you need money is because you need to get into politics. The reason you need to get into politics is because Obama, the President, banned milk and you had to feed your daughters, who by the way died 4 years ago a few days after you left for your education. (A gasp from the cow. But a warning hand from the dodo shuts her up) Do you even know the reason why Obama got elected President? It was Obama versus Bush for the Presidential elections that year. And for all the democratic setup they boast about, there is no such thing as democracy. There is only one person who decides who becomes President. Only one creature has the right to appoint someone the President. Ultimately, it is Chicken Monkey Shoes who decides everything. He is the Supreme Ruler of the World. And I know this because of our chance encounter in Sweden. We became pen pals after that. He is the reason you lost your kids. He is the reason you are standing on the road here in Singapore and are so disillusioned with life. He is the one you must really target if you want justice. He is the one who can also help you unlike no one else. It is Chicken Monkey Shoes!!!!!! AAAaaaRRrrrGGggggHHhhhh!!!!!

Chapter 3: Obama vs Oba-Moo

 

Having said the monologue with extreme emotion, the dodo then collapsed and promptly died. The cow now knew what to do. It had to go to Australia and convince Shoes that it was the better leader. So, off it went. And the dodos went from endangered to extinct.

Slowly, over the next year, the cow gathered a decent enough support among other cows and whites. It slowly came into the radar of Obama who now knew who his next challenger would be. A female huh, he thought to himself. Well, I have the perfect solution to that, he thought to himself again. Let’s see who wins this time around, he thought to himself for a third time.

So the stage was set. It was Obama versus Oba-Moo for the post of President of Australia. As they reached deadline day (the day they would meet Shoes), both candidates got exceedingly nervous (the cow because it had heard the dodo’s descriptions of Shoes and Obama because the last time he had been with Shoes, Shoes had made him sing Linkin Park’s Numb in a very obscene way. This will not be described in this story as it distracts us from the main story itself. The song which Obama sang can be given later if needed).

Finally, on the day of the meeting, both the cow and Obama went to Shoes’ secret hideaway in the country. Inside Uluru, otherwise known as Ayers rock, bang in the center of Australia they went. After numerous tunnels and forks they finally came on to a door. After some difficulty, they finally got into the main chamber (they had to tell the door jokes to get in) and sat waiting for the entrance of Shoes.

Soon enough, it entered. As they marveled at his complex structure and yet simple attire (the dhoti), all the nervousness left them and they were now ready. It was time.

Shoes first asked Obama to come forward and show that he was worthy enough to lead the country. Obama in turn offered to bring the sexy Tasmanian Governor to defend his case as he felt that there should be some equality and the cow fight a female rather than him. And as he introduced Para Saline, who was dressed up in her best dress, he couldn’t help but notice that the cow looked hot. So now Shoes turned its attention to Saline and questioned her on various issues facing the country.

Shoes: Hello, Mrs Saline, before we begin, just for the record I would like to ask you. What do you do for a living?

Saline: I am a hockey mom.

Shoes: What exactly does that mean Ma’am?

Saline: I am a hockey mom.

Shoes: Er… Ok… Let’s move on. So what have you done as the Governor of Tasmania?

Saline: I am a hockey mom.

—10 questions later, with a visibly irritated Shoes, and a smiling Saline—

Shoes: What is your take on abortion of eggs, Ma’am? And please… NO HOCKEY MOM!!

Saline: I am a hockey mom.

That was it. Shoes lost his temper and killed both Obama and Saline on the spot (Obama for wasting his time and Saline for well.. Saline for being amazingly dumb). It was only after ripping them apart that it realized that this meant the cow was unanimously the winner.

Oba-Moo had triumphed! It was a day of celebration for all cows and whites across the country. But is this how it ends?

Chapter 4: Shoes meets its match (and I don’t mean another shoe)

 

So now our cow’s little miss Oba-Moo now. The ultimate ruler of Australia (Sounds cool, I know). It’s common knowledge that people in power usually use their newly acquired perks to live their dreams – do things that they’ve always wanted to, go places they’ve always wanted to go, and most importantly, get back at people they’ve always wanted to get back at. This is exactly what our cow had in mind. Chicken Monkey Shoes was in for a nasty surprise, and no one knew about it. Apart from little miss Moo. Sorry, Oba-Moo.

Not much good comes of a hybrid combination of mad scientist/chicken/monkey/ writer/shoe. Until, well, Chicken Monkey Shoes. Not good, but definitely not bad. You can’t be bad when you pack Obama back to his momma. But you aren’t exactly good either. Especially since you were the one who put Obama where he used to be. Irony, indeed.
Chicken Monkey Shoes wasn’t invincible though. Being the being in control of pretty much everything doesn’t mean “everything” can’t mess you up. Very similar to the God – Heavy stone paradox, being the offspring of a supposedly awesome writer means that you have some inherent defects. Genetic or non-genetic, it doesn’t really matter. Defects nevertheless. What were Shoes’ defects? The urge to analyze everything. See things that are hardly there. Reason out a mindless splatter of random mush. Sense the purpose of being, and being in being. The very roots of creation and perception and understanding. Severe OCD. I have to understand, I have to understand, I have to understand. I hope you feel what I’m trying to convey, I’m sure you do. Our clever Mrs. Oba-Moo knew this, all thanks to that Wikipedia entry about Chicken Monkey Shoes. Google is beautiful, and Wikipedia is the beacon of truth. Miss Moo spent a couple of nights poring over her resources, trying to spot something that lacked an iota of reason.

That was it! Iota! i! Imaginary… that brought back Moo’s memories of a movie called “Proof” which had Gwyneth Paltrow, and a band consisting of Math majors. In particular, a song called “i” (performed by the math band, of course). 3 minutes of silence… They called it an imaginary song. That it was. How do you reason out a song that isn’t a song. You wait eagerly, wait for the music to start and flood your system with vibrant rhythms, bouncy melodies and instrumentals. If you were listening to “i”, none of this happens. As a music critique, this is the worst possible thing that can happen to you. This would be Chicken Monkey Shoes undoing. One letter song with the title “i” and I will make sure you die, thought Oba-Moo, as she lifted a copy of the song from DC++ before the Australia LAN cut (which was something she’d implemented in an effort to make the country go green. Colors. Damn colors. White to Black to Green. Will this ever end?). Now Moo was ready to moo’ it around!

The plan worked. Chicken Monkey Shoes exploded in one big final kaboom. Just goes to show what happens when you try to see the rhythm in a non-existent song. Too much of something doesn’t help. Look what happened to Chicken Monkey Shoes. Too much thinking. Boom!

And so Mrs. Moo took her revenge. Sweet revenge. May the soul of her mini-moo daughters rest in peace. Amen.

Oh and before I forget, this story has evidently turned and tapered its way around the very obstacles of logical reasoning and straight thinking, but has a happy ending (at least for the cow). So yeah, in typical fairytale fashion, everyone lived happily ever after (The go-green movement wasn’t as drastic as Obama’s no-milk thing. No one died, and it worked. The planet lived happily ever after too!).

THE END

 

My fat little neighbour writes “My fat little neighbour”

After a long, long break, finally we return to MFaKR. This piece is a poem conjured up by Shreesh (a co-contributor to this blog) in a matter of minutes (Seriously… it took him just 30 mins to write this). He refuses to put it up himself though as he feels it would make him seem gay (Like everyone doesn’t know already :| ). But anyway, my fat little neighbour made a masterpiece on someone who likes the piece so much that he decided to put it up on the blog for everyone to read. Enjoy. The next post by the way will be the continuation of the tale started long, long ago…. Chicken Monkey Shoes is finally ready.

My Fat Little Neighbour

Once upon a time,
I had a room neighbour.
He was wicked and cunning
Acting sometimes as if in labour.

There would be times
When he would act very strange
Happy, gay, sad and lonely,
He exhibit the entire range.

He would love to curl up
Eating chocolate cake all day,
But cuddly as he might be,
Nature soon would have its way.

He would make elaborate plans,
Claiming world domination,
When all he could ever manage
Was a severe bout of constipation.

Although on the outside he
appeared soft and friendly,
His thoughts were masochistic
and his fashion, less than trendy.

He was an ardent supporter
Of a club called lovingly’The Reds’.
But all they ever did
Was sleep in their comfy beds.

He had unnaturally large feet,
That matched his high level of opulence,
This was one of the reasons for
Which he expected regular condolence.

More often than once
Has he been called cherubic.
That impression will wane once
You see him solve the Rubik.

More than once has he jumped around
To solve many a assignment.
This might be one of the reasons
He has physically faulty alignment.

He has posters of Rio and
Ronaldinho stuck up with glue.
This would explain his love for
The chicken ,the monkey and the shoe.

Later, he developed a strong liking
For full bosomed women
Of the many that satisfied the criterion
Many were of the descent German.

Thinking this would be an advantage,
He took a course in German literature.
Alas, little did he know that it would
Turn out to be pure torture.

So pulling up his loose pants,
He made a solemn promise.
’Never shall I have my
priorities placed amiss.’

But surely at the end of the day
He cannot remain too sour,
Because, all said and done,
He is my fat little neighbour.

THE END

Kafka amongst us?

The other day, in our Humanities class, Readings in German Literature and Culture, our Prof made an interesting observation which I would like to examine in detail, in this post, to see whether what he said makes sense.

He was teaching something when all of a sudden, he looked at RK in the same way a prof does when he catches a student doing something he shouldn’t in class. And, unless I am mistaken, RK was mugging his GRE papers, and thought that he was screwed. But then, to our surprise, the prof says this: “You look very much like Kafka”. Now, all of us were as shocked as RK probably was. But he wasn’t finished. He went on to say “Your eyebrows remind me of Kafka” “Your hairstyle is very similar to Kafka” and “Well, well, we have Kafka in our midst here people!” and also “God strike me with a lightning bolt if this young man isn’t Kafka himself reincarnated” and “Holy crap! Kaaafkaaaa” (and running round the class flapping his arms like a scalded chicken).

Franz Kafka

Franz Kafka

So, I decided to see how true this was, and hence this post. Below are the images of RK and Kafka. People, look at the similarities yourselves!

RK

RK

Credit to TMP for some excellent work with the images!

The Armstrong:Contador rivalry of F1?

What is it with these guys who get back to the sport they dominated, exactly 3 and a half years after they retired at the top of their game??

In January 09, it was Lance Armstrong, who retired in July 05, after winning a record 7th Tour De France who decided that he wanted to “kick their asses” and returned to the cycling world. More on that in a while.

Lance ArmstrongMichael SchumacherLance vs Schumi

In July 09, it was as if history was repeating itself again, as F1 legend Michael Schumacher decided to make his return, again 3 and a half years after he retired having won 7 World Championships (notice a pattern here?) for “team loyalty reasons“.

While Armstrong did not exactly kick everyone’s asses in the Tour 09 (due to two amazing cyclists, Contador and Andy Schleck), can Schumi get Ferrari back to the top step of the podium, something which they havent done since Massa, who he is filling in for after his horrendous crash, won in Brazil in the final race of 08 (Yes Ferrari haven’t won in 09!)?

Looking at Ferrari’s performance in the Hungarian Grand Prix, there seems to be signs of improvement to their car, though according to Ferrari, they are already working for the 2010 car. But the biggest question in everyone’s minds would be this: WHO WOULD BE NUMBER 1 AND WHO 2?

This was also the first question everyone asked Lance and Alberto during the Tour de France, but Alberto being, well Alberto, came out and attacked on a stage in the Pyrenees where it wasn’t part of the plan and Lance just couldn’t keep up with the searing acceleration Contador had. Contador that day showed that if Armstrong wanted to be No.1, then he had to beat Contador. Eventually of course, Lance had to accept the position of a domestique and was in the end almost relieved as anything else to finish on the podium. Later, he accepted that Contador was better than he was in his heyday, to which Contador responded immediately and scathingly (“I have no respect for Lance!”), evidently still pissed that Arsmtrong had the audacity to come in tohis team and challenge him: Alberto Contador! for the leadership of Astana.

I would be pissed as well, if some old dude (albeit a legendary old dude), who hasnt cycled for 3 years, generally joined my team where I was the leader and he started claiming that he was here to win. Dude, you prove to me that you’re better and then fair enough, you take victory, but if you think that I am gonna look at your pedigree and roll over, then you’re f*****g mistaken. That’s what Contador would have been thinking.

And now coming to the F1 side of things, Schumi has been used to getting his way in the team (a certain Rubens Barrichello can attest to that!) and it would be interesting to look at their tactics and see if they favour anyone. Not like it’s going to alter anything at the championship level, but nevertheless with Schumi at the wheel, you can always expect 110% and whether Ferrari decide to work differently with him as they have done before or not, Kimi most certainly has to be wary (the same Rubens would be sniggering at this).

One big negative for Schumi unlike Armstrong is that Armstrong had almost 6 months to prepare for the Tour. All Schumi is going to get is Practice for a day, then straight to qualifying and race.

One thing is for sure…. This makes things very interesting. Hamilton and Schumi face to face for the first time…. and the grid would have the youngest driver ever to drive an F1 car and the  oldest driver in recent times as well! (rubs hands in glee). Sadly, looks like Alonso is gonna miss his home race. Stupid.

Bhutia to accept shock Manchester United offer

Indian Times, Kolkata edition

Yes you read right. English champions, Manchester United have swooped for Indian and East Bengal captain, Baichung Bhutia. According to sources, the move could be finalized as early as next week, with people close to the board at East Bengal claiming that the club received an “unbelievable offer which they could not refuse” from the English Premier League giants. Bhutia’s contract has a clause which states that the club would let him leave if a big foreign club came in for him, but even he could not have foreseen a club of the stature of United to come knocking at Bengal’s door.

Bhutia already has some experience in English football and particularly in Manchester, when he played with Bury F.C. between 1999 and 2002 in the lower tier of English football. He came back to India a year later following unsuccessful trials with Fulham, West Brom and Aston Villa, all teams which have played in the Premiership in recent years. Now in the last stage of his storied career which has seen him win numerous honours at club and international level, the Sikkimese sniper, as he is popularly known will be looking to add a new dimension to Manchester United’s attack after the departure of arguably two of their top goalscorers over the summer. United’s offer is thought to be in the range of 10M pounds, which would easily be the highest any Indian club has received for it’s players. Bhutia is also expected to pocket around 25,000 pounds a week for his services. In fact, sources suggest that he was willing to take a pay cut for the “club of his dreams”, but Manchester United officials refused to have any of it and claimed that a superstar of his calibre deserved to be paid more and that they would be honoured to have a player like him donning the Red Devils jersey.

Bhutia, who in past interviews, has mentioned that he has “always strived to improve” would find this the icing on the cake and his move would no doubt help in building the fan base back here in India. With 41 goals in just 58 appearances for his country, he has been described in various places as a “feared predator” and an ” unbelievably gifted player” and his goalscoring record even beats that of another new signing United have made recently, Michael Owen. The rumour mill has already started working overtime with reports that Owen feels threatened by the new signing and that he doesn’t understand why Sir Alex Ferguson wants to buy another striker.

But at 32, it remains to be seen whether Bhutia is past his prime or whether he can justify the supposedly hefty price tag United are willing to pay.

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Now those are the kind of stories (with absolutely NO quotes regarding the actual topic) one needs to be able to conjure on the spot to earn a place in an English newspaper as a writer. Mr John Richardson, I hope I can hold a candle to you someday.

The End, and a new beginning

As I sit in my temporary position in the postdoc room, so many things have just flashed by. Submitted a draft of my report to my guide and am waiting for him to give it back with any corrections. With just 4 days remaining before I head back to India, it feels as if this summer has just gone by in a hurry. Seems like only yesterday that I came here, all eager to make a good impression and ready to work for hours together. Cant wait to get back to my pups at home (yes it was on them that one of my friends started a series of posts on in his blog:dont remember the name).

And it was around one year back that I was looking forward eagerly to the new semester and thinking of what fundaes to put for the then freshies. Another of my friends has also written shortly about the year that was in his blog.

And now as I look forward to another year, this time our hostel is getting 120 freshies… thats like 5 times the number when we were freshies! And apparently the Dean has sent a letter to all the parents, giving a 2 page description of what would happen to us if we were caught “ragging” “poor innocent freshies”. Man, is this being blown up.

This year is likely to be a make or break for Saras, as again from the next year, its gonna be at the most 20-25 freshies per batch. That makes me all the more eager to get back there! Also, this would be the last year with so many of my friends (cue senti music).

And a new 85% attendance rule! Awesome init?

Oh and for people who might want to read Chicken Monkey Shoes, the very imaginative creator forgot half of the story, but the first part is more or less the same. Here it goes:

Not that long ago, there lived a cow in australia. The cow had a daughter it adored. Unfortunately in australia at that time there ruled a tyrant who had banned milk. But some cows had cleverly managed to smuggle some milk from New Zealand. The cow in question was on its way to get some milk for its daughter. On the way it met a horny bull. What happened next was quite obvious. The cow now had two daughters(horny bulls work fast!!) and the milk smugglers were exposed and deported to alaska.Both the cows daughters died. So the cow decided to earn some money in order to be able to buy australia(this particular cow was ambitious) and hence some milk(it was thirsty.) It migrated to india(the cow could swim well) studied a bit cleared iit-jee and joined aerospace engineering in iitm.(we now know that it was not that intelligent-aero dual..wtf). 5 years, one litsoc win and an ed cup later the cow with a degree (still no job) started walking back to australia.

On the way back, it met a weird animal which it thought was extinct, but apparently wasn’t.  Now, the cow wanted to meet the horny bull to get some cash. So it asked the creature which did not even bother to reply. Finally, it ran out of patience and tried to manhandle it when it spoke.

“I am Ronaldodo” said the dodo. “And as you can make out, I am a dodo” it continued. “But what you don’t know is that I am a gay dodo” (Well the cow watched football so it figured out that maybe it was named after the famous star). “I will answer your questions provided you do one thing”. The cow was so frustrated that it agreed to do anything. So the dodo said: “I will gladly pay you Tuesday and answer your questions for a hamburger today”

This is where the story starts to get a bit foggy and will work on it and post the next episode when I have a decent outline.

And it begins again!

Its that time of the year again! No, not the Wimbledon final… not even the time when big moves happen in the football transfer market…. and definitely not the time when monsoons finally arrive in India a few months late (thats still a few days/weeks/months away)… Yes.. this is the time when 180 cyclists go around Europe (mainly France) over 23 days covering some 3000 odd kilometres in a race of endurance.
This year’s Tour de France (TdF) has been in the news even more compared to the previous ones because of the return of a certain Lance Armstrong. His return and the potential fireworks in his Astana team with his team leader, Alberto Contador, the prodigious 26 year old who won the Tour in his very first year give this year’s Tour an added edge of excitement. Mark Cavendish, the British sprinter who won 4 stages last year in the Tour, and widely adjudged the best sprinter currently racing, who ironically was the only British cyclist to not win an Olympic medal, will be looking to add the prestigious Green jersey, awarded to the best sprinter in the Tour, to his list of achievements. But to do that, he must finish the Tour, something he has not done to date.

Tour de France

From top left: Kloden, Contador (yellow), Menchov (orange), Sastre and Basso(both in black,red and white, Basso raising his hands maybe in frustration at not racing at this year's tour), and Leipheimer. On the right: Lance Armstrong

With these two as the focal points of this year’s Tour, so many other issues have been put in the backburner. Ivan Basso returns to the Tour this year after two years out due to a ban. Does he have the form that took him to the threshold of victory in the Tour  earlier? After watching the Giro, I would say no, but one can never say. (Basso is not there in this year’s tour due to previous doping scandals) Cadel Evans is as usual among the list of potential winners. Having finished second twice, he would definitly be looking to go one better this time. Andy Scheck, who seems to have successfully come out of his elder brother, Frank Schleck’s shadow, is another contender. As co- leaders of Team Saxobank, both the Schleck brothers have a chance to win, provided they time trial well, which is not very likely, atleast in the elder Scheck’s case. And of course, there is Contador, who did not participate in this year’s Giro as he wanted to concentrate on the Tour. Widely acknowledged as the best overall cyclist currently, Contador will have to first look at his own team, Astana first before looking at his contenders.

Astana has four potential winners in the team. Apart from Contador and Armstrong, it also contains the American Levi Leipheimer and the talented German Andreas Kloden, both of whom have finished in the top few of the Tour earlier. (Ah… those were the days when Kloden and Ullrich used to be in T Mobile and have some wonderful duels with Lance and Basso). As some people have said, Astana has too many kings and too few domestiques. Only time will tell if Contador can assert his leadership and have the others working for him.

Yet another strong contender for the yellow jersey this year will be Denis Menchov, who won the Giro d Italia this year. Always the person who has under achieved and failed to live up to his lofty expectations in the Tour de France, Menchov will be looking to rectify it this year, and his preparation couldnt have been better.

In all this confusion, we have totally overlooked last year’s winner, Carlos Sastre. Now in charge of the Cervelo Test team, Sastre arguably has a better team this year to help him in his quest to retain the title he won last year at the Alpe d’Huez. Whether he can do the same this year, what with Contador probably the one man who can rival him in the mountains, all sets the tone for probably the best Tour de France in recent history.

As I finish writing this, it is Fabian Cancellara who has won the first stage, an individual time trial. Second behind him was Alberto Contador, with all the big names up there in the top half. Oh and Armstrong was 10th (4th in the Team Astana battle with Contador (2nd), Kloden (4th) and Levi (6th) all ahead of him), pretty respectable considering he was out of the sport for so long.

The Experiment

An interesting question.

For those who don’t know, antibodies can be made by injecting proteins into animals (sheep,goat,donkey etc etc) and then waiting for the animal to produce an antibody against it and take it (very crudely put) for further use.

Now with this background info, visualize this.  Take a few sheep embryos for your experiment. Use RNAi techniques and selectively knock down genes which code for the voice box of the sheep. And then let it develop. Now, when the embryo has matured, and soon you have young sheep. So now, you are very happy with this and due to some amazing foresight, you chose to film the whole procedure. You add your special effects etc and finally decide to release the movie.

What would you call it? The movie i.e.. I know what I would! :D

Another one. This happened just as I was typing the previous one out.

My Status Message: Owen to ManU?? I dont know whether to laugh or cry!

Guddu pings me and this is what transpires:

Guddu:
cry baby cry… coz ManUtd will stay warm now!

arun19murali:
warm?
oh
thoo
wurushhhhhht

Guddu:
yep…
:D

Not as long winded as the first one… but still.. equally bad! Deserved an immediate mention here.

Was Jeff Beck a Glander?

“For the record, I want to say that despite the shock loss to the USA in the confed cup, Spain are still the best team in world footbal.Now that I have my allegiances set in place, let us move forward in unraveling the mystery that is Gla. If you want to read Episode 1: The Origin of Gla, click here“-Shreesh.

As I mentioned earlier, YKI wasn’t always as awesome as we know it to be. If sources are to be believed, YKI was seen sitting in the abode of the BOD (his abode of solitude), plotting the downfall of other pizza places other than the Pizza hut which couldn’t give it the midnight pleasure that it craved. But alas, that plan never seemed to have taken off. Destined as he was for better things, he soon became an international man of mystery (Austin Powers theme in the background please!!) . Traveling to places far and wide, he soon handpicked people who would later become flagbearers of his celebrated band of  followers, the Glander. On the threshold of adulthood, YKI stepped it up a gear. He soon copyrighted the symbol shown in the previous post (note: along with the commode). Note the tenacity with which YKI summons all his energy.  Etymological studies have shown that the introduction of the word “constipation” into the English language can be traced back to the time the symbol came into existence.

By the time YKI had reached its twenties, it had already planned a takeover of the world so hostile that it came to be known as the Zeroth Reich ( It was so powerful that the First, Second and Third Reich had to come after this. Hence the numbering. Plus, YKI is an ardent follower of numerology) . During one of his many visits to foreign countries, YKI met Jeff Beck. It was love at first sight. Jeff Beck provided YKI the much needed ‘cool factor’ and also plenty of publicity. In fact, many secretly believed that Jeff Beck wrote the song ‘Constipated duck’ in honour of his master (one can now see why the YardBIRDS had such a pulling towards him; again a tribute band). They also say that he still remains treasurer of the Glander. So much has been said about the Glander. So who are the Glander?What did the Glander do? Did YKI succeed in its plans for world domination? If so, who will stop it ? All this and more in tomorrow’s edition of ” The Gla Saga”. Stay tuned………