Fuzzy_Logic

Many dream of using robots for domestic help –  who do our domestic chores perfectly, without a word of complaint. Can a robot really take the place of a human being?   Like millions of women in India who live in mortal fear that their ‘ kaamwali bai’  will take an impromptu 10 day hiatus (just because she can), there is a glimmer of hope in the not so distant future. The hope takes the form of a domesticated robot which comes trained in all household chores, can switch roles to a nanny or a cook and the holiest of holiest – will never take leave. This beautiful creation of man will tirelessly strive to achieve your ideal of a spic and span home with made to order meals and happy babies who are put to sleep by a never ending list of lullabies played on a continuous loop. Sounds too good? Well, hold your breath, the expression ‘best thing since sliced bread’ will soon be amended to ‘best thing since the Bai robot .’ We are in for a ride and though I mostly look forwar

The ill fated cricket match (India vs Australia World Cup Semi-final - for the miniscule cricket hating public who don't know what I am referring to) raised a tornado on social network and the people who wanted to distinguish themselves from the common junta started defending the Indian team and a particular actress.While this is commendable one wonders if both the parties are deserving of such tenderness. I day dreamed on how wonderful it would be if everyone in my life treated me so well! One scenario - I get paid unlimited crores, I get the undying devotion from a few hundred million people and I wind up an important match with a few jokes on the media's fickleness, express happiness at having atleast reached thus far, go back home and count some more money. At this point money is of no consequence to me as I can buy all the villages in India and some more. I see nothing really wrong with my strategy or my team's overall performance and fighting spirit so I'm won

 I usually am on the opposite side of the fence on the topic of "Celebrating Myself" or "Celebrating Woman's Day" as I feel that women really don't need a day to celebrate them, what are we going to do the other 364 days of the year? Forget ourselves?!? But then, when you really think about it, it makes sense to set one day aside to indulge ourselves, give ourselves a tiny pat on the back for things accomplished, sacrifices made or just plain surviving in a country which is voted as one of the worst places to be born as a female.  Consider yours truly, most of the time these days I feel like I'm an octopus on roller skates, falling flat on my face every time. "Getting older and getting nowhere" seems to be playing on my mind all the time. The odds are stacked against my gender when it comes to age, as when women grow older they just become old hags but the unfair sex ( I am NOT talking about melanin here) become more distinguished, more sex

It is not often that I envy men (nature's favored species) I usually reserve contempt for them as they have a million ways to get things right but still manage to muck it all up. Women, on the other hand, have a million ways to go wrong but still get it right most of the time. But MSD has me stumped (pun very much intended)! He'll probably put a cucumber to shame with his coolness. He has captained his team to success in all three formats of the game and does so without any fuss or fanfare. Maybe India's growing financial clout in world cricket has something to do with our recent successes, nevertheless MSD comes across as someone who can face all odds and come out a winner. He's even lessened the halo around our God of Cricket aka Mr. Sachin Tendulkar and if that's not achieving the impossible I don't know what is! The hopes of a billion people (leaving out the .21 billion crack heads who don't like cricket) rested on his broad shoulders when he prom

It's hard to ignore Obama's India visit, I'm sure we lost a few forests with the newspapers dissecting every twitch on Obama's face and every jatka-matka of Michelle's dance. Don't get me wrong I would rather read this than be hit with the FrontPage displaying a picture of Dhoni and his wife frolicking on some beach in Goa. I have nothing against our nation's favorite pastime (cricket) but it's pathetic to find that the Times of India had nothing better to report than the amorous adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Dhoni. However, getting back to the big visit, Obama has certainly charmed us with his oratory, humility and knowledge of our leaders and culture. It's a refreshing change from Bush Junior who could easily mistake "Kashmir" for "Cashmere". BUT the question is - are we impressed? Or do we prefer an American president who can bully his way round "developing" countries and show us our "propah" place in the world

Shocked, puzzled and then a little cynical - I was all of these things when I heard that President "Yes we can" Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. I thought people were kidding so I dutifully looked it up on the net on my company's time and confirmed the news. The other thing that came to my mind was whether the jury had confused "Nobel" with "Noble"?? I have no doubt that Obama has earned the latter title because when compared to Junior (read mentally handicapped) Bush and Horny Clinton, President Obama is way ahead of his predecessors in the nobility department. But c'mon guys....a 'Nobel' Peace Prize?!? I find that more difficult to digest than the soggy Bhel Puri that our company's cafeteria provides. Ok maybe I'm just a stupid, illiterate woman who has not yet discovered all of Obama's wonderful achievements. So like always I used the "when in doubt, Google!" trick and Wikipedia jumped out with the information. I sk