Showing posts with label England. Show all posts
Showing posts with label England. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Shoddy journalism

Do you care if a hawker sold four samosas to a tourist for 200 dollars? BBC does. And many of the so called enlightened Indians too, who moan that foreigners are indeed vulnerable to cheating in the country. I think otherwise, but it’s a different matter.

The world famous BBC has a well designed web page which tries to be as resourceful as it can be. One of the features (on the right hand side) of any news item is a tag called RELATED INTERNET LINKS. I have found this useful many a times. Now this news piece too has an internet link. Where to? A centralised health care trust in Birmingham!

Why?


Probably, now, every English or BBC website reader must learn from the Dutch experience that samosas are unhealthy.


Read the full article, how the journalist eases off the matter towards the end.

Typical British humor which usually is unable to extend from the cliché of double meaning jokes, heavily draws its inspiration from either animal genitila or tatti-pishaab.

My point -

The fair is one of the solitary and beautiful events I think every admirer of a rural life should be proud of. See one of the links for description. Why do you think that these Dutch tourists went there? and probably the BBC reporter too?

Come on Bee Bee See - Gimme a break.

Monday, 6 October 2008

An evening in England

Uniform grey sky,
from north to south and up high,
purple and brownish houses,
in silver screen left and right,
some splinters of red or blue,
a stray yellow somewhere in sight;

could have looked different,
but there aint any light.

Some droplets escaped the clouds,
difficult to sniff new air,
for a brief the sun shines,
confirms something has to exist,
here,
But,
right now it's bad luck,
one up head other right here,

only rescue this pub,
warm inside have some beer.

Ugh, I get some variation,
the only one perhaps,
historical but a well adapted,
system of class,
curious looks,
rednecks with their fags,
sophisticates with neck low,
either their apologies or their amuses,;

Chinese busy making Thai meals,
A Pole delivers the pizza,
Running north to south,
T (soft) thank you for a tip he didn’t expect,
The curtain falling,
Indian eating,
Weekend’s closing.

Thursday, 28 August 2008

Ping Pong is Coming home

Thank you Boris (recently elected London Mayor) for the belly grabbing laugh I missed for years. See below his speech after he returned from Beijing with the Olympic flag...
VIDEO

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

An expensive hobby - Photography

Got a camera, live in the UK, and look like an Indian? * Well, then you could be a terrorist. Nothing serious if you are not one of those spreading hate, and not really meant to be prosecuted as one, but it is highly likely you will be generally questioned on the basis of this little doubt.

The incidence was a slight wrong coincidence when my mind assumed that the cluster of lights leaking through the coarse voids of a dense shrub looked beautiful, and then on top, a heavily improbable coincidence that the cop car zoomed past. The two cops, well communicative, and nicely spoken told me it was nothing personal and they want to be really polite (!), but in the recent climate, and under the terrorism act which has some number 41 to it, they are bound to stop and question me. We talked a little, he took my details with my full cooperation. Surprisingly he didn't ask me to show the picture I took.

Or, the other coincidence can be just me, just me, an individual who always has this luck, whether at home India or the foreign UK that he gets caught and questioned by the cops... Kyon bhai kya kar rahe ho!
*Just found out . Looking like an Indian is not an issue anymore. Anybody, even the local Brits are stopped from taking random pictures.