Showing posts with label noida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label noida. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Noida's Suspect X

The Aarushi case (aka Noida Double Murder case) is in the headlines again, unsolved (and unexplained) even after, like, 100 yrs of investigation (or mis-investigation, should I call it?). Dentists have never suffered back this much - Aarushi's parents, dentists (and the prime suspects in this murder primarily due to lack of any other viable theories), have already been strangled by the media, and are at the crest of infamous-ity. They have faced all kinds of allegation, as if they were held hostage in a Rakhi Sawant talk show. Talk of karma... route canals you give, route canals you get. But, humour aside, I'm startled at the reciprocity of this public to Aarushi's parents' suffering. To believe they/we sided against Manu Sharma. I'm proposing a theory that either we enter some mental arrest when things come coated in a shade of gray - the panicked pigeons that we are, or that we relegate our thought process to our darling media to such an extent that we are rendered incapable of independent thought.
To anybody who begins to look at me with a raised eyebrow must understand that the investigative process finished inconclusive, and the code of law doesn't judge based on public opinion.

What connect I could find with the aforementioned investigative boo boo, is a novel that I'd just finished reading: The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino. Higashino, who's been dubbed "The Japanese Stieg Larsson" (right on the book's cover), turned in a good investigative fiction with this one. Its an easy read, albeit with a slightly convoluted ending that needs some dedicated attention span.

I have no intention of giving a full book review here. Where I want to arrive at is [a character in the book, a physics prof] Manubu Yukawa, sort of a Sherlock H, the genius that ultimately nails our Suspect X. There are chapters when he, despite evidence being overwhelmingly convincing, tread cautiously, often against the tide. See where his investigation comes from, and its a relief to know that somebody can put a coherent narrative around such an healthy process of deduction.

Seeing Aarushi's case unsolved makes me cringe. Seeing her parents being swallowed in the wide mouth of speculation makes me cringe even more. Seeing people that pretend to be blind to the underlying corruption that saw destruction of evidence and collusion of the law with the lawbreakers makes my biceps wither.

PS: wanna read the book? just ask.

Sunday, April 08, 2012

mixing the two

woke up sleeping next to a guy
injecting bananas into the bloodstream for a sustained high
riding out to home
like bees on a pollen, the people crowd around the dark knights
the ghosts of yesterday engaged in a bloodbath on the road
more flowers, more pollen, more bees
bees that buzz endlessly, and that claim omnipresence
bees that force out gossip of some chieftain's glowing aspirations
sweet core of a red fruit to congest the viscera
selfish intentions rising to the core
the kid who gets duped
the clowning caught on videotape
awaiting surprises
ending up in a hotel room
staring at a bare shaved crack - inviting a lick
going up to the angry birds
and moms in discussion
no direction home
sit and dream
death by a horse
awaiting one final hit

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

I should print this URL on my tee, so I need not say a word whenever somebody tries to elicit opinion on the "battle of the burbs". As a superficial response to a superficial curiosity, it should suffice.

SOPA was supposed to be discussed in the American Senate today yesterday. No updates on it yet.
On personal thought space, shifting the responsibility for copyright protection from copyright holders to service providers is futile. It will also kill Google - in the aftermath of this shift, search engines outside the US would see greater traffic.

"Coming Down" by NO from Donald Mahoney on Vimeo.

Monday, November 07, 2011

Wrong Math, Sir, Wrong Math!

I have a secret game. I had expected its disclosure with the publishing of my best-selling biography around 2030AD; but that motive can be given up for the short-term reward of sharing with a close circuit of netizens my worldly misadventures, and another malicious aspect of urban existence.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Manhood Cure विश्वास के साथ

Step I. Build up a cogent argument:

"Upon marriage the man cannot satisfy his woman, has to bear the embarrassment because the female has manifold lust inside her, and wants only the man who is abundant - not one who comes too early and goes limp. The female starts to loathe such men. At that time the man - who is ill of the disease of impotency - feels great pangs in his heart about why he's weak, why he doesn't feel the hunger, why his disposition is such, and why he has to face ridicule because of his lower stamina. Even with a proper diet there's no improvement in his body - waist, chest, and legs, why they develop a pain? When he sees all this, he is scared and feels guilt at his past actions, and in such agitated state, says to himself..."

Step II. Entrust faith in (quack) cure:

"You or your friend caught in any kind of illness for a long time, and finds wasting thousands of bucks on ridiculous medicines, and is depressed, then without hesitation visit our regal store.
WITH CERTAINTY
We will give you good advise that you shouldn't worry everything has a cure, but to understand it you need experienced practitioner and proven medicines. We have been into this for a long time, curing all complex and secret illnesses, and have thousands of patients who thought their life was a disaster but with our cure they regained their original potency and felt joyous, and have managed to make children. Come, today itself, to be filled with vigor and change the impotent man to a man, and the man, to a young man..."

Step III. Profit!!!

[१० रूपए की मूंगफली के साथ मिली काला नमक की पुडिया पर यह ज्ञान प्राप्त हुआ]

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Kickass Rangoli streak




All moi.
And oh, Happy Diwali, world.

To append to the day, was a dream where I had forgot where my office was, and was walking while suspiciously eyeing an office complex. Eyes met with a svelte girl walking next to me, who was welcome to our exchange. She felt stupid why we were walking this way. Then she made for the exit of that complex, and sure thing, I stayed with her. Now she felt weird about herself, firstly coz it was her first day back in the office after some time abroad, and secondly coz her actions and eyes and movement were a mirror to mine. I assured her that there was nothing weird about it. She turned out to have a tounge-twisting South Indian name. I asked her to go out with me, and she replied in affirmative.
Whoo!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Notes on the 200km Brevet this Sunday

 
Photos:
My (excess) gear, the starting venue in Gurgaon (Haryana), about 30km into the day, beginning of Nuh Ghati climb, first Control at Nuh, resting midway with fellow strangers, curious children at second Control at CCD

Thursday, May 19, 2011

पुराने पुरुष की नयी दास्ताँ

So this guy ambled down his stairs quite early this morning. As expected, the sight of cursed old men ambling alongside in thigh-high obscene shorts attempting to achieve immortality in the ruse of good health greeted him. These old men generally look the army types. One could also come across cursed old women of the similar cut, only that these women look the homely baniya household types - ones who accidentally struck gold on the tele in the form of Oprah or Ellen DeGeneres while deep frying their aloo, deep frying their bhindi, deep frying their baingan, deep frying their dal, and maybe the rice too.