Jammy’s Talk Show: My first Podcast

The headset with microphone, which Rekha gifted me, actually works. Just that I didn`t know technology.

Here is yours sincerely, presenting his first Podcast. It talks of why I sound like Britney Spears, what Rekha and I share in common, Athens Olympics, Michael Jackson, Raj Kapoor, Mera Naam Joker, Steve Martin and George Clooney.

Click on this image in THIS PAGE to listen to my first Podcast (The wav format file lasts for 1 min & 22 seconds). You can also download the 1.25 Mb file by clicking here

Buffet dinner with ex-colleagues…

buf·fet1 n. A meal at which guests serve themselves from various dishes displayed on a table or sideboard

Well, that`s what buffets are supposed to be. Unless, it is a meeting of old colleagues who want to catch up on the lives of their common friends. Throw into the pool a new couple, a break-up, a marriage, a childbirth and one love letter…and the innocent buffet dinner turns on its head.

This is precisely what happened at the get-together organized by Veena and her husband Vishwanathan at a prominent Punjabi Dhaba, here in Chennai. Rekha and I had received the invite as early as Friday morning – perhaps to give us enough time to buy a costly gift. Luckily, we had applied for a personal loan on Tuesday…and by Saturday we had encashed the cheque. I must tell you that a personal loan is the best way out if you have to buy a gift for a couple with evolved tastes.

Before I forget, let me alert you that names of the people at the party have been changed due to the sensitivities involved. I am calling myself Mrs. X and Rekha Mr X.

We were to be at the venue by 6.30 p.m. but at 6.00 p.m. Rekha gave me a party tip. Apparently, the later you get to the party…the more important you are. She cited Shahrukh Khan, who lands up four hours late for shooting schedules, as an example. I could have messed with the King of Bollywood, but not with the Queen of my house…so accepted the tip with manly grace. For a party which started at 6.30 p.m., we left home at 6.45 p.m.. But as luck would have it…my 8-year old Yamaha got drunk (don`t most of us get drunk on weekends) and we had to push the bike for a kilometer (that`s how far the petrol bunk was). As soon as we spotted the petrol bunk and let out a sigh of relief…we heard my bike front-tyre let out a wisp of stale air…think it was a nail. After filling petrol, we spent time at the puncture shop. By the time we reached the place…it was 9 p.m. and the two of the biggest gossipers had already left. So much for feeling important…

Once there, I was introduced to (remember names have been changed)…Pavithra, Sulochana, Simran, Aparna, Archana, Harshada, Ankita, Sumathy and a few other not so important gentlemen.

The men had formed a cartel of their own and were discussing Jennifer Lopez`s next movie, Khushboo`s bikini and Jay Leno`s humor while the ladies were discussing issues capable of staging a second renaissance in Rome. Being a ladies man, I sat between eight ladies – married and unmarried – and boy did I have fun or what?

Here are some of the questions and answers that came up during the gossip round –

Q: So, what is up with Anjali? Wasn`t she going around with Pramod?
A: Don`t you dare take up that bitch`s name. She dumped the poor boy and now is going around with Vivek.

Q: Did Aditya get promoted?
A: He had the nerve to take me on during one of the project specifications meeting…and I promptly went up to his reporting manager and told her that he was not a team player. Now, he repents messing up with me.

Q: So is Anamika married?
A: Wonder what happened…she is still single. Anamika didn`t tell us but Shyamala tells us that the bridegroom had an affair going on and ran away at the last minute. She deserves it for making us work so hard on the Caterpillar project.

Q: And Arun? How is he doing?
A: He is two-timing inside the office itself. Wonder when one of the two girls is going to find out.

Q: How was the annual party of the team last week?
A: Ohhh that…don`t even ask. But since you have asked, I have to tell you how Prakash, Rajah and Saravanan got drunk and misbehaved with me. I gave them a piece of my mind…and now they don`t see me face to face.

I am glad, nobody asked, “So how is Rajan doing?” for I know Mr X (that`s Rekha) would have immediately jumped at the opportunity and said: “Don`t even bother…he is such a flirt that the other day he forgot that we were married and started flirting with me!”

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Jammy’s Talk Show

Been reading a lot about podcasting and thought it was just the right time for me to experiment. Spent a good part of Sunday trying to record a funny audio clip for you …but thanks to a defunct microphone in the headset Rekha gifted me, no recording happened. Have currently uploaded a Tom Green funny audio, in which he pretends to be an Indian and calls up a Punjabi family and complains that one of the daughters kicked his dog.

Click on this image in THIS PAGE to listen to the audio (MP3 format that lasts for 3 mins & 33 seconds).

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Growing Up

Here is a confession

I have a news which only five people in the World know. After you finish reading this paragraph, you would become the sixth person. The five already aware are my Driving Master, three of my driving classmates and Rekha. OK…the secret is…I have been taking four-wheeler driving lessons.

“How insulting,” was the first thing my best friend said when I told him I had enrolled myself at a four-wheeler driving school.

“How could you?” was how my best girl friend responded.

“How can you? How much does it cost?” was how Rekha responded.

I enrolled myself last week and have already finished five classes. In short, I am on my way to becoming a Microsoft Certified Four-wheeler Driver (MCFD). I am serious…the name of the driving school I have joined is ‘Microsoft`. It seems, besides helping me in getting a license (for a price of course) they will also give me a certificate, which would announce to the World that I am a ‘MCFD`.

I would have gone about blowing my own car`s horn (in the actual phrase, it is trumpet), but everybody is making fun of my attempt. They say, “Car driving at 30?” I correct them saying…not at 30…at 25. I hate it when somebody gets my age wrong.

Seven years back, when I was in college…every Tom, Dick and Harry was willing to give me his/her car to learn to drive because they had to borrow my well-written lecture notes. Those kids were risk-takers…they didn`t care if I didn`t step on the clutch before I changed gears, or if I moved from the first gear to the fourth directly, or if I made full use of their car bumper. In fact they were more than happy to teach me for they knew I would never be able to buy a car on my own (the IT surge changed everything).

Before joining the driving school, I had plans of hitching up with my best friend (before he got married) who had a car. Remember, he is the one who gave me his car to learn driving in college.

“Hey, I need to learn driving,” I said.

“Great. Join a driving school,” he shot back.

His wife was standing by and I immediately knew he was just being careful. I pulled him aside and whispered into his ears: “Can you teach me driving? If you don`t have the time, I can hire a driver…all I need is your car.”

He took a step backwards and gave it a thought and said: “I am giving my car for servicing today.”

“I can wait. When is it coming back?”

“It comes back in a week`s time, but the same day we are going to Srinagar,” he said.

I was excited. “Wow, that`s awesome. Till you come back, I could use your car and teach myself.”

He still seemed reluctant. “Well, we are driving down to Srinagar.”

I was shocked. “Driving down?” What do you mean? You are in Chennai and you want to drive down to Srinagar?

“Yes.”

“OK fine. Will borrow your car once you are back from Srinagar.”

“That`s fine. But we might take a few months to come back.”

“Few months? Don`t tell me I have to postpone buying a car just because you are going to Srinagar.”

He didn`t reply. I was furious at my friend for letting me down. I left his house in a huff and joined a driving school. The problem with friends your age or older is…just when you want them…they have excuses ready.

It has been two months since and I am yet to hear from this friend of mine. Heard he committed a crime and is about to be hanged by a noose shortly. If at all he is pardoned, I am going to walk up to him and say: “Hey, who says no noose is good news? Sometimes it can be bad news too!”

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A blast from the past

It is 11.41 p.m. and I am just back after meeting an interesting couple from Rekha`s past.

It was 8.00 p.m. and I had just walked into the house from office, when we got information that two college seniors of Rekha, who would eventually get married, were in Chennai and wanted to come home. At 9.00 p.m., Rekha got a call that they couldn`t get out of Saravana Stores in time and thus wouldn`t be able to come. Rekha was visibly upset.

“Are they important to you?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied and started sulking. I knew I had to do something and do it fast.

“What is so special? They are not even your classmates…but seniors.”

Apparently, Kavita had been Rekha`s role model in College. Everything Kavita did…Rekha would also want to ape. And this was Rekha`s first opportunity to meet her in ten years. I couldn`t have said a no…so a tired me tagged Rekha along and took an auto to Hotel Chariot, a 3-star hotel in T-Nagar, Chennai. I have never seen two women meet with such honesty.

I am glad I accompanied Rekha. After all, strong relationships are built on small gestures!

Caption Contest: Greg Chappell vs Bob Woolmer

As soon as I saw this picture, I knew I had to put this up on the Blog and get you all to give your captions. Just in case you don`t follow cricket…the man on your left is Greg Chappell and the man on your right Bob Woolmer – the Indian and Pakistani cricket coach, respectively.

Let us see how creative or funny we all can get with our captions. Please use the comment box for typing in your captions.

Few captions I could think of are 1) Standing Ovation 2) Coach Approach 3) Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander 4) Give me my Cup or I will hit ya! 5) Hit-Cricket 6) Arguing over silly point 7) Raan of Coach

Click Here to read an interesting article comparing the two coaches

The Avian Flu

The Avian flu is finally here (Read News). The endless wait is over and we can now celebrate.

Many chickens in Nandurbar and Dhule districts of Maharashtra were found dead last evening and the State Animal Husbandry Ministry has confirmed they were not suicides. Even as the opposition says there is some foul play (not fowl) involved, the State Government has assured that all steps will be taken to arrest any epidemic.

A high-level meeting is currently on in Mumbai, which will decide the fate of the other infected chickens, which are yet to fall dead. While the bureaucrats are saying it would be a good idea to kill all the chicken in the two districts, the Maharashtra Animal Husbandry Minister Mr Anees Ahmed believes the birds should be left alone in the last few days of their lives.

-Here we will make some sense-
The `Influenza A` virus causes “avian influenza” (also known as bird flu, avian flu, influenzavirus A flu, type A flu, or genus A flu). It is hosted by birds, but may infect several species of mammals – human beings being one of them. According to documented history, Avian Flu has wreaked havoc from 1959 onwards. So there is no need to panic. It is fine if we are informed, and cut down on chicken intake for a while.
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The poultry owners in these two districts have noticed that some of the chicken actually crossed the road before falling dead. Ouchmytoe Times caught with one of the Poultry Owners Association representative, who didn`t want to be identified due to the sensitivities involved, and asked him: “Why do you think the chicken crossed the road?” He gave the reporter a stare, scribbled this url – http://www.whydidthechickencrosstheroad.com/ on a piece of paper and left.

Deaths of so many chickens in the neighboring state of Karnataka would not have raised any eyebrows. PETA would have straightaway attributed it to the Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet in Bangalore (is it still functioning?). Talking of KFC…will the sight of a ‘Bucket of Kentucky Friend Chicken` depress a chicken so much that it will contemplate kicking the bucket?

On a serious note, a few years back, I read that the Baywatch star Pamela Anderson was a vocal critic of KFC`s way of making chickens suffer before killing them. I wanted to call her up and tell her, “Hey…you made men suffer for 20 years and now have the balls (can we say that?) to stand up for chickens?”

Coming back to the core issue here – the avian flu -be careful with what you eat. The poultry farmers have the tendency of killing birds that are most likely to die in the next few days…and birds with avian flu…are generally the ones to die in the next few days.

If we can tackle the Avian Flu and ensure the epidemic doesn`t catch on…it will surely be another feather in our cap!

Avian Flu Updates:
Thanks to Phoenix and the Indian Govt, now I know that the Avian Flue virus is rendered ineffective at low temperatures. Considering the Indian style of cooking that would be easy killing. Moral of the story: You can eat chicken, if cooked properly. You could still get Avian Flu if exposed to an affected poultry bird. If in the last few days you have been experiencing breathing problems, fever, cold and sometimes diarrhea, this would be the right time to visit a doctor.

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Pre-marital sex and the benefits

Suggestion: Nag wanted me to write something on pre-marital sex. This is what he said: How abt writing something abt pre-marital sex?

Here we go…

In this age of hidden cameras, one cannot be too careful about ones sex life. Yet, in this blog…we will try and discuss the intricacies of pre-marital sex. It is not an easy task. Promise.

A recent survey published in a leading magazine (that`s because I buy it), reveals that more than 50% of the respondents don`t mind sex with their partner before marriage. If you ask me to do my bit towards their cause, I would say, “Go India Go!” Anyways, you don`t get enough of it after marriage.

One of these days, I am going to find the inventor of ‘headache` (it has to be a lady) and stab the person to death. Enough ladies, headache as an excuse has also been done to death!

When it comes to pre-marital sex, there are many issues that one needs to take into consideration. It is not for short-tempered men and women. This friend of mine, hooked up with a girl in a pub and asked her, “Hey, I am Rajendran. Would want to have sex with me?”

Surprisingly the lady agreed. “Your place or mine?”

My friend was pretty upset and angry. He said: “If you want to argue…I suggest we forget it,” and walked away.

Another friend of mine – this time a lady – was hooked to pre-marital sex. She thought it was part of her liberated self… the part that got upset when a tribal lady was raped…the part that gave her the courage to go out at 12 midnight to buy a pack of cigarettes…and most importantly the part that loved Shoba De! She was a well-read lady too. And thanks to all those advertisements you see on TV and in print…she practiced safe sex. I know only because she assured me that she bolted the doors from inside, ensured the curtains were drawn on the windows, and the TV was switched on with the volume on a high. She sure knew where she was going…

Then there are the home alones. These are the ones that get agitated when LK Advani or Sushma Swaraj cry hoarse against sex on television. I met one such home alones during one of my many group discussion sessions at an inter-collegiate competition. Somebody must have told him that if he started the discussion, he would get bonus points. Poor guy…as soon as the moderator said the topic was “Sex on Television,” he looked shocked for a few seconds and got off the blocks: “I support sex on television. I mean, what is the issue with all these old men and women if there is sex on television. Do they get hurt? Of course…we just need to make sure that we don`t fall off the TV.”

Forget pre-marital sex. I think this guy was pre-mature!