Me and You - Number 2

The second one, this.

By the time I write this, Mr. Modi would have already been sworn in for the third time. Well done I must say. I couldeasily waste my time (and yours!) in taking up sides on the modi-congress battle (where is BJP!? :P), but I'd rather leave that to the politicians and so-called journalists (a post on them in the future) and get down to a deeper fact that surfaced, and was easily forgotten with the emphatic win.

The changing face of Indian Politics, which might be employed in future owing to its success in Gujrat. One party (read: one man) throws up some controversial statement to the junta. Then the politician-friendly EC chooses to ignore it, but the other party's president responds by making some indirect remarks. Supporting her remarks by his own is the very Prime Minister sir, forgetting his role as the PM and acting as a petty party worker. The usual war of words then start (so very easily termed as the "thrilling part" of the contest by the shrewd CM), and by the time EC can wake up, its already voting time.

My point is - forget the results. Look around at the bigger picture - Elections are bigger than the democracy itself! Moditva or Hindutva, Feel Good or New India - these guys just manage to get some ridiculous topic around which the election revolves, the age-old popular topics like poverty, unemployment, education blah blah blah are brushed aside and strangely, the bholi-bhali public doesn't notice it. Strange, but the strategy does seem to be working perfectly!

Welcome to the best (or probably the worst?) phase of Indian politics. Any "thrilling" takers?

The solitary number - 1

Aan so! (Couldn't start the blog without paying respect to dear Murugan sir, a great influence in my life, could I? :P)

Coming back, yes - I've started blogging and no - not because I wanted to follow the trend or because having a web-space makes you an achiever (read: my senior Bhavik lol). Its getting into Microsoft that does make you one (read: Bhavik again lol!)

Ahh coming back to the blogging thing again, people who've nothing much to do usually start talking, or in my case blogging. This is my homage to mumbai university for putting me through a 17-day break in between two papers! MU rocks :P

Yea so the title of the blog might seem a bit weird and calls for an explanation. 'The Other Network of Thoughts' is, as it says, the online version of me. For those dyslexic enough not to get it, the usual network of thoughts is what I put forth in person.. through what i speak, my actions (or inactions mostly!) and various other forms which most of you must've rattofied in Communication Skills. Well the two networks can often overlap, but one needn't be a subset of the other.. its the conjunction of both that forms me actually (hehe discrete structures.. just read that yesterday :P)

About the title of this post. No i'm not a sadist solitary guy nor I'm referring to the wonderful poem by William Wordsworth. Its just that I'm reminded of the bingo numbers (called tambola or housie in India). One of the favorite past-time in parties was (I say was because I hardly see that at social functions nowadays.. at least the few that I visit. Probably we've lost the knack of fun.. who knows) housie which we children were particularly in awe of. Jumping at every number hit, the ohhhs at every number miss and the jealousy of having to see another's row gone before yours.. hmm social functions in childhood was kinda fun what say?

Okay so you've read this far that means I could get at least one reader :P So here's the key that'll help probably for you to decipher this and then future posts:
:P - This usually ends a sarcastic comment or a PJ (some may call it BJ - Bhavik joke (typical microsoft.. patent and copyright everything!) or some like my classmates might call it GJ - gutter joke) but i'd stick to PJ.. take out your own meaning of it!
.. - This means the next sentence is actually related to the previous one, so read it in the same breath (like you didnt know)

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Till the next post then.. c ya!