Beat this offer

a killer offer at Bangalore central.


Vote For No One – A Power

Very informative piece……

Did you know that there is a system in our constitution, as per the 1969 act, in section ” 49-O” that a person can go to the polling booth, confirm his identity, get his finger marked and convey the presiding Election officer that he doesn’t want to vote anyone!

Yes such a feature is available, but obviously these leaders have never

disclosed it.

This is called “49-O”.

Why should you go and say ” I VOTE NOBODY”…. because, in a ward, if a candidate wins, say by 123 votes, and that particular ward has received “49-O” votes more than 123, then that polling will be cancelled and will have to be re-polled. Not only that, but the candidature of the contestants will be removed and they cannot contest the re-polling, since people had already expressed their decision on them.

This would bring fear into parties and hence look for genuine candidates for their parties for election. This would change the way; of our whole political system….. it is seemingly surprising why the election commission has not revealed such a feature to the public….

Please spread this news to as many as you know…

Seems to be a wonderful weapon against corrupt parties in India … show your power, expressing your desire not to vote for anybody, is even more powerful than voting… so don’t miss your chance. So either vote, or vote not to vote (vote 49-O) and pass this info on…

Use your voting right for a better INDIA


“Kannada Barutha??” — came as a forward mail to me

I Think the guy who wrote the below article which came as a forward mail asking to follow the forward tradition, is really upset of what he feels is a big problem.

Read On..

Aaaah! I am sure most of you in Bangalore would have heard this, but what is “kannada barutha?” here it goes. Bangalore the IT capital of India , the silicon city and now a Metro city opened its gates to almost all kinds of people. Very evidently the recent poll census proved that there are only 47% of original inhabitants in Bangalore/bengaluru. The life style of the city has seen a gradual change with Pizza Corners replacing MTR’s, classy eat out’s replacing “Vidyarthi Bhavans” and flashy pub’s replacing all our “Mahalakshmi wine shops”. “Change is inevitable” from the days of BEML, HAL and BHEL to INFOSYS, WIPRO; Bangalore has a new look now on the world map. Gone are the days where a typical Sunday for any bangalorean was a nice romantic walk on the pavements of “LALBAGH…”, “rave idli and coffee..” at the nearest yet old looking MTR and a wonderful Annavra film either at Santosh or central ‘talkies’. Today’s Bangalore is deluged in traffic, stress and pressure, Saturday nights without beer is desolate and a Sunday without a visit to either a nearest spa or health clinic is schlocky!! The gandhibazar’s are now AC cooled super markets, majestic is now replaced by ultra modern and diversified Brigade road, sri cauvery coffee joint is now Coffee days..* *and “Bhagyalakshmi coffee adda.. is now barista. With globalisation and more retail market the city will definitely see more forceful changes. Have all these changed our language? Kannada the local language of Bangalore is supposed to be one of the most meaningful language, it also has an unique script as compared to its other counterparts; but how many percentage of people really use Kannada in Bangalore now? The figures are staggering, only 37% of people speak kannada in the state’s capital, for rest it is only “Kannada barutha?” Any normal guy starts with this sentence “Kannada barutha?” while talking to other person, people confirm before they speak the language.

You want to ask an address in Bangalore? Or reply to a question then English is the most preferred language other than Hindi. It’s a famous fact that two kannidagas in an IT company always talk in a neutral language!! even the vendors and shop keepers are channeled with this new wave, the moment when you step in any shop in Bangalore , you are always asked “Kannada barutha?” or the entire conversation takes place in non kannada languages.

People have lost the confidence of speaking in the local language and more over speaking Kannada on the streets of “M.G road “or “kormangala” is substandard. Shopping malls in the city have been completely banned from using Kannada, not a forced one but definitely an adapted one.

One has to confirm that the other person knows the language before he starts using any language. “ondu glass beer” is a insult when it comes to any decorous pub in Bangalore . “Swalpa menu card kodthira..??” has been replaced by “Can I have the menu card please…?”

Just to hit some facts,  Telugu is a practised ritual in yet another IT HUB Hyderabad. When it comes to tamil nadu, beware you can be alive either if you are a fan of rajnikanth or you know tamil. Malyalam runs in the blood of every mallu be it Kuwait , dubai or any hospital; but when it comes to kannada it is always “kannada barutha?” and next is “namaskara.”

I am neither a Kannada activist nor do I run any Kannada supporting organization, I am just a plebeian who just love the language. Globalisation is the trend and modernisation is the mantra but at the cost the language? Sounds no logic.. Is speaking kannada down market? The answer has to be found within oneself.

Next time when you hear “kannada barutha?” you just remember that “kannada runs in your blood..”


I also came across this blog post which actually makes sense.

If you are so annoyed about something, why don’t you do something about it?

Dubai, Do Buy

When you are living in a city know for its shopping spree, you will definitely find shopping centers at every hop. And not one of them empty, all days of the week as long as the shops are open, they are crowded. People emptying their pockets and filling up their trolleys and cribbing for more. 

There was once a super market, then it grew to a shopping center then to shopping complex and then to a mall, when all these things could not quench the thirst of a shopping fanatic the malls had to expand and so it did. And today, it has lead to the birth of the world’s biggest shopping mall “Dubai Mall“, located right next to the world’s tallest building “Burj Dubai“.

The Mall has around 1200 shops covering just 12 million sq ft of land, it also has an aquarium which has earned a world record for the Largest Acrylic panel..

An Olympic sized Ice Rink, World’s biggest Gold Souq (gold market) with more than 200 brands, and soon to come a large, really large fountain…

Dubai Aquarium

Its been quite some time since i opened the admin module and got into the Add New section, there was no new topic to post or if i had i din find time to do so.

This week is been happening, as i am off from work. Not pink slipped, but enjoying the festival holidays.

Friday being the first day off, we did the usual thing; woke up late and then decided to go to Dubai Mall  (World’s Biggest Shopping mall).

The mall hosts a huge Aquarium and huge really huge fishes in it

To Be Continued…..

Got to go now, heading to Desert Safari for some dune bashing and belly dancing 😉

rava idli

All the NRI’s who I have been acquainted with have one common thing that they crib about, “FOOD”!!!


And the ones who are of the types who start their day with a typical South Indian food and end it with a Curd Rice and hit the bed usually wake up with a lump of their pillow just to realize they were dreaming of having a big bite of a delicious rava idli.


Even though I am not a foodie (hope I have at least got the spelling right), I was worried about food for survival sake. All I want is a decent, edible vegetarian food.

I was a bit sceptical whether we get all the raw materials to cook food. 


It had been around 15 days since I had come here and thank god I was staying with my buddies and we would cook rice and dal or make dosa when we were really in no mood to cook a complicated dish as the dosa batter was readily available at the supermarket right below the apartment.


A typical weekend, we woke up late in the day at a time that would neither be called morning or evening and I don’t want to call it noon as I would feel I overslept. Right when we woke up Mr Hunger pounce on us. Vinay suggested we will order food from the hotel and dialled the number of the restaurant for a home delivery. He placed an order for Rava idli and masala dosa and to add to the excitement, he was speaking to the hotel guy in KANNADA!!! Thanks to Adiga’s who had opened a hotel in Sharjah, UAE.




The other day we went out for lunch and was ebbed to see a board in KANNADA on the door of Adiga’s which read “suswagatha” meaning Welcome. Hats off to them, for taking us back to Bangalore in each nibble of the delicious typical Bangalore style food.


To add to the list are other hotels “Kamath”, “Dwaraka”, “Sukh Sagar”.

“Saravana Bavan” & “sangeeta” from Chennai

“Bombay Chowpati” and “Bademiyya” from Mumbai and many more


Whoever said getting “Bhel Puri” abroad is almost impossible, should come to Sharjah.


Feels like home…


I got into the Emirates flight to Dubai, travelled for three and a half hours and landed here with a question mark all over me. How would this place be?  How can I survive in a dessert? How are the people here? Will I have a major cultural shock? And what not..


As I came out of the terminal, I had to take a taxi to the place where I was to stay. There is no postal address in this part of the world; you have to reach a place with landmarks as reference points. It’s a different story if your were posted (as in mailed), you would not have a dozen of numbers, a paragraph of street names, layouts, blocks, phases and area names written all over you, but just a 4-5 digit number (yup, a PO box number) that would take you to the right place.


When I was just about to start thinking about the taxi and the efforts I had to put in to make the taxi driver take me to a place that I myself did not know, there came my saviours, were close relatives of a very good friend of mine who stayed in sharjah (my destination) who had come to pick up their folks with whom I had travelled co-incidentally to Dubai in the same flight.


I got the most comfortable drop I could imagine to the door step of my best of buddies, class mates, ex-colleagues and a new colleague and my guardian for the rest of my stay here in this Home away from home.


Life is so easy here; you really do not have to worry about communicating with people around as Hindi is the second official language here and the first being Malayalam, to such an extent that even the emirates airline have notice board in the plane written in Malayalam. Yup this place is just a colony of Malabar as the people from Kerala proudly call it.


Get into a taxi; you speak to the cabbie in Hindi who is listening to Bollywood music on one of the several radio channels that plays only Indian music.

In the work place you shout in Telugu, Tamil or Kannada you will definitely get a response.

Even the saloon here is operated by folks from Udupi..


Feels like home…