Parting Shot


Couldn't help it. Had to utube Barbara Mori. Hottie alright. From the clip she appears to have a propensity towards falling into water. Let's hope she gives us reason to ogle while flying a kite with Hrithik. Also trying to find La Mujer de mi hermano.

Mrignayani ki baat suni.
Ab suno mrig ki naynon ki baatein.

Tonight I'll embark on a journey.
I'm going after the one-horned rhino.
Back in ten days.
Will write about what the rhino had to say once I come back.

Requiem for a Teacher


He was a dear teacher at JU. Two decades ago, at the Integrated Building of JU engineering, housing motley labs, clubs and Production Engineering at the ground floor, he was the man who ran the show at Production Engg. department, under titular custodianship of the eminent Dr. Amitabha Bhattacharya. He used to be too busy with administration even then. A fine teacher, with JU-IIM lineage, he couldn't often come prepared for a class. And made the class even more enjoyable. A big man with a small voice. He would fix everybody's problems. Loved by all.
Years after I left college, he went on to join BIT Mesra and went on to greater and greater prominence in the academic circles. The obits all talk about his career at BIT, none of his prior background.
Go in peace, Sanat-da.

How not to open a bottle of wine




Once upon a time (day before yesterday, as a matter of fact) there were these two friends meeting over Sunday lunch. Between them was a bottle of red, which had been lying somewhere in a cupboard for some time. With a view to open the bottle and have a glass of wine each, the friends were seriously impaired by the absence of a corkscrew which must've been there, but could not be found after searching all over the household. In situations like this the world over, people have been known to gain access to the contents either by pushing the cork into the bottle ( sacrilege!), or perhaps a better but more extreme method, by breaking the neck of the bottle carefully.
But these two fellows were bright and innovative practising engineers. They used their heads and common household tools and tackles, and the result is there for all to see!
Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you my very good friend in dino , whose face has been given an appropriate coat of Gaussian blur, to protect his identity from prowling headhunters who call, sms and mail him all the time, invariably trying to avail of his technical genius.
About the genie in the bottle. Sula Red. Cabarnet Shiraz. Full-bodied, yes. Fruity, maybe. The label promised a faint aroma of peppercorn but I couldn't discern it with my poor nose. Bit on the drier side. Little too much tannin for my taste. Otherwise okee-dokee.