Fuzzy_Logic

Super Over. Have I said enough? I have no idea what substance the beauties who dreamed up the rule - "In the event of a tie the side who has hit the most boundaries wins" were inhaling. But I'm sure even our boys who play gully cricket would have come up with a better alternative. What gives? Were they so desperate to hand over the trophy to England? If that was the case then forget the Super Over, toss a 2 headed coin ask Morgan to call it heads and hand him the trophy! That would have been the most decent thing to do.  The England team must surely feel that this is a hollow victory. Just because you are on the right side of the fence does not mean that you cannot see the shit that was thrown at the Kiwis with these inane rules. Or for that matter on all the teams in the tournament. The lovely English weather whose unpredictability is common knowledge was thrust on the cricket world exactly like how the British thrust the Royal Family on the rest of the world -...

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 most...

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...

They say genius and insanity are two sides of the same coin and a link between genius and madness exists. History has numerous examples supporting this, be it the bipolar Beethoven or crazy psychotic Newton, there definitely seems to be a connection between brilliance and weirdness. It’s almost as if nature intentionally left one department lacking for having overcompensated in another. And maybe, just maybe that's how it was with Whacko Jacko, a man so gifted that it was impossible for him to lead a normal life. Once, as a student, I was forced to take the greyhound from Indianapolis to Chicago and on passing Gary, Indiana (MJ's birthplace) I was amazed at how such a big star could have had such a humble beginning. Places like Gary,Indiana cannot be compared to Mumbai's Dharavi but it does give America's "Land of Milk and Honey" image a severe beating. MJ could not have had a great childhood if the neighborhood was anything to go by. Despite those revolting a...

I am curious to know the impact that Beer has on Male Bonding? Especially in an office environment, it seems to act as a leveler where the office hierarchy seems to dissolve and all personal differences and animosities just oozes out of their bodies like sweat .The boss smiles on his male subordinates and sends them home with a pat on their rear ends. The next morning the men grin at one another conspiratorially and maybe it’s just me but I can almost hear the song “Yeh dosti hum nahin todenge, Todenge dam magar tera saath na chodenge” in the background. Normally I wouldn’t care a rat’s ass for the above but since I don’t drink beer I find it very annoying that the rapport that would normally take ages to build between co-workers, subordinates and the boss is built overnight over a pint by these beer drinking men. A...

I believe every person in this world has one pet phrase which causes a rapid increase in their BP levels. It can be as simple as "I told you so” to some folks or a sentence filled with four letter words to some others. But for me the one phrase that has me gnashing my teeth is "You are comparing apples to oranges". As you may have rightly guessed I am in the IT Sector of a Financial company and on occasion have to interact with a certain overpaid and under qualified group of human(?) beings who go by the name of "Senior Management”. For some unfathomable reason this queer bunch always resort to using the phrase "Comparing Apples to Oranges" whenever anything faintly negative is to be conveyed. If you don't like somebody's solution to a problem a simple "Not feasible" will do , but alas simplicity is reserved only for low-life forms, superior beings need to always start their sentences with "Uh uh, cough-cough.... You are comparing ap...

Why would any sane person waste their precious time following the adventures of two dumb blondes milking cows on the countryside? You wonder why indeed!? And horror of horrors you suddenly realize that the sane person is you! Welcome to the world of Reality Shows! My initiation into the world of Reality TV started when a colleague of mine remarked that the show “The Simple Life” was disgusting and mind-numbingly dumb but at the same time it was hard to take one’s eyes off it. After having heard this oxy-moronic description of the show I decided to check it out and found myself actually having dinner and watching two blondes whose combined IQ would not have been greater than any animal they were attempting to feed, milk or bathe in the show. But then it struck me that the person watching this garbage would have to be a shade more brain-dead than the pretty blondes on the show who were taking home a fat paycheck to add to their already overflowing bank accounts. Well, what is this fascin...