CSI and Se7en...

I was watching too many crime-related videos/news over the last weekend, both fictional and real (unfortunately, words will never be sufficient to sympathize with human suffering). In what might seem like an extremely macabre way to do so, I think the makers of CSI preach a fundamental philosophical tenet ;)...that, no matter what we look like on the outside, we are just the same flesh and blood on the inside. The details are pretty graphic of course, even though all the images that are usually shown as part of the autopsy are I assume...just fake! I hope some of you has watched at least one episode of CSI by now with its hard-to-believe story-lines and human bodies dissected like it's a vegetable or something. Go watch it, if you haven't already. It is intelligent crap that makes you wonder why you watched it. But there you go, I let an interesting snippet slip through, about my TV-watching habits. I'm hooked on to silly and over-the-top crime-related TV shows.

As if this was not enough, I watched the 1995 movie...Se7en. But, it was an altogether different experience. I had heard that it is a critically acclaimed movie and I wondered why a thriller is rated so high by critics. Then, I found out. It is a thriller/horror movie that actually transcends both genres. I particularly like movies which engage the viewer with a single emotional thread running through out the story and Se7en has that morbid under-current with some impressive photography to send a few chills down your spine. It has some pretty gory images, but not just for the sake of it. The cast (Morgan Freeman, Brad Pitt and Gwyneth Paltrow) is wonderful and the actor who plays the villain (if you haven't watched the movie yet, don't try to find out who the actor is and what the story is...) is too good. You can pretty much guess what is going to happen next as the climax unfolds, but it will leave you with a feeling of dread as the story reaches its end. I would have definitely got scared more, if I had seen it when it was originally released, but that's just me :)...So, 4/4 from me for a real thriller.

I always...

...find these kinds of studies and their results to be quite amusing. Because, in many cases, it's the fundamental error of declaring association as causation. Numbers are thrown at you, particularly percentages, but there is usually no mention of any confounding variables. The article specifically states that little information is available regarding differences in survival among the various types of people who are unmarried, which is perhaps the most necessary evidence to decide whether or not potentially suicidal people should avoid marriage in order to get cancer. I am sure such people would be readily willing to be a part an experimental group in a controlled study. Hmmm, something for the policy makers to think about...

In other health-related WTF news, in a startling revelation by researchers, it was found that smoking ups active TB risk and men are finally catching up in the one area they have been lagging so far. Stay tuned folks, there are more juicy stories coming up.

I was going to work the other day,...

...the day after the US elected it's new president. An elderly black woman walked by me and gave me a friendly smile. Nothing wrong with that, right. But, the monkeybrain inside me started wondering what would happen if I congratulate her for Barack Obama winning the election. Would I be accused of being a racist for assuming that she would be overjoyed at his election simply because of their common racial identity? I think not. As Jerry Seinfeld would say, "If I like their race, how can that be racist?" ;)

Pleasure and prejudice...

So, I was in Chicago last week, which by the way, has the most beautiful downtown that I have seen so far. I was going from O'Hare to Lake/Clark station to my hotel room. I did not get a seat until half way through the forty-five minute ride. I was in a portion of the compartment where all the seven passengers were brown. A few people got down at a station and there were two vacant seats. One among the brown guys which was closest to where I was standing and the other one beside a young blond woman in her early twenties. It was more than a couple of rows away. So, I thought for a moment about which seat I should take. I wanted to SEIZE this opportunity to prove a point that, the brown guys don't really travel in packs and in fact we like to get assimilated with the general American public. So, I RUSHED to sit beside the blond woman.

Here I was, with a NOBLE intention of disproving all the stereotypical notions about desis and as soon as I sat down on the chosen seat, everybody was looking at me as if I had broken some unwritten law or something. I gave a big smile to the petite woman beside me to which she did not smile back and instead to my great surprise, was almost saying...YOU CREEP. I was like....WHAT? WHAT did I do wrong? The reaction of the brown guys was even more appalling as if, we were into some kind of a secret brown man's club and I breached it's code of conduct. In fact, I was preserving the brown man's identity by trying to stand out among a group of white people. So, in those few moments, I knew EXACTLY how Gandhi must have felt in Durban, South Africa a century ago. In essence, I was reliving an experience that's going to potentially make a Mahatma out of me. But, it was funny how people misconstrued my true intentions ;)...

The pilot...

I'm back to blogging. Not that I ever took it really seriously or anything. But hopefully, this time around, it's going to be a regular exercise and in a direction where I plan to post my observations on socially awkward situations that I encounter. The url of this blog is the result of a running joke...my most creative one ;), in that, I heard it on some stand-up comedy show, but forgot exactly who said it. I keep bumping into these people, mostly Chinese and East Asian friends, who ask me if there is a relation between the Native Indians of Americas and the "real" Indians. Ohh yeah, we are the REAL ones. After all the years of growing up learning how proud I should be, about my identity as an Indian, here I am telling people...OH, NO NO, you see...there are two kinds of Indians, the feather-type Indians who used to live in the Americas and who are almost extinct now, and the dot-type Indians who are way too many in number...