Saif Ali Khan reportedly knocked off a thirteen year old kid yesterday in Mumbai while driving [Read details]. But hey, notice this. This guy did not run away from the spot (as most of them do) without even a salaam-namaste. Instead, he got out from his Lexus, took the injured kid to a nearby hospital, called his relatives and then went to the nearest Police Station himself to register a case for an accident and then of course got arrested and later released on bail. He even tested negative for alcohol! Wow! (I guess however that in case he had been high on alcohol, he would never have done at the first place, whatever he did after the accident. ;) )

Kudos to Saif!

P.S: Here's a caricature of this actor that I had made some time back:

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Didn’t have a single hair-cut

Didn’t get an OAT card

Watched only one movie in OAT: Chandramukhi starring Rajnikant

Removed Windows 98 from my comp (it had been there along with XP since 1^st year)

Removed the hard-disc from my comp

Designed Shaastra T shirts and poster and banners and on and on

Got four free Shaastra T shirts (1 still pending)

Did not participate in a single event in Shaastra

Missed one end-semester exam (wrote it today after much fight)

Didn’t play a single outdoor game

Played CS

Did only one work as the Alumni Affairs Secretary of Narmada: distributed a profile-sheet to each hosteller and collected it

Chatted with Bro and Sis on yahoo conference

Purchased a five hundred rupee book online (a pirated copy of which is now selling at less than Rs.80/- in Moore Market)

Created a Character called ‘Techno-the IITian’

Wore a single jeans for more than half the semester (not continuously of course)

Saw the Insti Lake

Went inside a temple in IIT Madras

Got a railway concession for myself

Had a sip of whisky

Dined in GRT

Saw a real CAT paper

Saw the Indian President in real

Shifted from yahoomail to gmail

Understood what a RSS feed is and started using it

Switched from a dormant blogger to a regular one

Inspired a few to start blogging

Actual paperback cost:

2. The Monk who sold his Ferrari: Rs. 175/-
3. Tipping point: Rs. 220/-
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Total: Rs. 200/- (this is what I had to pay!!!)

Welcome to the world of Book-Piracy! And who said piracy sucks? It rocks! It rocks because it saves me so much of money (earned so dearly by my dad).

The Quality

In general the quality of the pages and the print is ‘decent’. But then pirated copies of some hot-n-latest best sellers are so good that you would not even consider the print quality as an issue to be worried about!

The Statistics

An estimated loss of about 400 crore rupees results each year to the 7000 crore ‘legal’ publishing industry because of book piracy. So what? As a consumer, piracy still rocks!

My Take

Give me a single reason why I should be worried about the publishers and authors who suffer losses. They are rich people (at least not poor) and I don’t care about them. They are anyways making profits because there are enough more rich people who are ready to get original copies at whatever we-will-leave-you-with-a-begging-bowl costs they are asked for.

Ethics

If the publishers can do something to stop their profits form leaking, that’s good. But if they can’t, then I really do not see any reason to be ashamed of purchasing pirated books. Let’s discuss morality.

Is it morally correct to devoid myself from a source of knowledge just because I cannot afford it if I try to get an original copy?
Or is it morally correct to get for me a pirated copy which will make some rich guy lose few bucks (though adding to the source of living of a relatively poor person)?
Go talk about morality to your mom now.

To me getting a pirated book is not the same as purchasing stolen leather jacket. I should attribute such an attitude of mine to the culture that has seen me grow. Culuture...well, let’s peep some more into this 'culture' thing.

Let’s talk about the photo-copying culture prevalent in IIT and for that matter in almost all the Engineering colleges in India (and may be other developing countries as well). How many of us knew this: Under section 63 of the Copyright Act of India, selling and buying photocopied books is a criminal offence.

Our culture never taught us about this law! The Profs (who frequently lend costly text books to the Class-Reps to get them Xeroxed for junta) never talked about this law! And all the time we continued the offence: the criminal offence.

Personally I think this law is crap (once again that who-cares-about-piracy attitude of mine; go blame the ‘culture’). I have the same question to repeat: Is it morally correct to devoid myself from a source of knowledge just because I cannot afford it if I try to get an original copy?

A photo-copy helps creating an Engineer out of me! Piracy helps me in gaining knowledge trapped in ‘costly’ books. And so I reiterate: Piracy Rocks!

Whats wrong with the Economic Times and for that matter with the ToI ? Go read this.

And tell me now what the hell is wrong with these guys? Here I loose one more fellow IITian and all they want to prove is that IIT's are the worst place on this earth. Look at the topic: 'Stressed' IIT-ian commits suicide! It really sucks. Who asked them to conclude things so fast? Who confirmed that he was really stressed and that's why he committed suicide? Police? No. His friends? No. His family? No. But still, just based on speculations, these guys at the ET didn't think twice before framing a topic like this. This is the limit!

Just to sell few thousand more copies, they will write any damn thing well knowing, it might convey wrong meanings.

To all those reading this space, I would like to assure you, as an IITian, that please don't be bothered by such news. IIT's are the coolest place on earth and here you learn how to face stress because 'pressure' is made a part of your life. But then the system is definitely flexible enough for you to adjust yourself at your own pace. And no one can possibly jump from a building in second year before a chemistry paper. I just don't buy this! At least I will wait for the final report to come, before I say more. But look at these guys, they have no patience! iit kanpur murder suicide latest mechanical nagpur chemistry student kills dies recent

Here he comes (This link shall tell you all! ) to my college and we wait for him like anything.

I hope I shall have good time listening to him tomorrow.

I have crossed the age of marriage, that the law allows in India but have still never kissed a girl on lips (or vice-versa). Welcome to India my dear friend if you aint already here!

But then, this post is neither about me nor about my desire to kiss some female. It's about coming face to face with a never-heard-about face of a kiss.

A kiss! It feels heavenly to even think about the first kiss that you are going to have, leave alone having one actually. You float there alone in your room, on your warm bed, dressed in the most comfortable robe you have. You are so calm and peaceful. You just lay there, deep in lassitude. With dreamy eyes, you stare at the ceiling and yet do not see the fan; the moving fan. You are there, lost in the garden of red flowers that the mind creates; just too romantic. And when you are completely into the new world, you see things; you feel things. You feel them al, those rubicund lips, that gleam in the eye, the love of a lifetime and those naughty eyes... You step closer to that face that calls you, the lips that invite you and then it happens; the first kiss. So what if that's not real, and so what if you didn't even notice the face (or rather avoided)? Those wet-and-cold-and-burning-and-all-at-the-same-time lips! How can you ever forget? That smell, that magic of the moment, that softness, that kiss, that news... Umm well, yes you read it correct only: the NEWS.

So read this: 'A fifteen-year-old girl with a peanut allergy has died after being kissed by her boyfriend following his snack of peanut butter.' {news links: [1] [2] }

I was more than shocked to come to know about this. So sad! Just so sad! Why does every damn thing, however sacred and joyful it is supposed to be, almost always have a scary shit side to it as well? And nothing spared, not even a kiss?

It was so beautiful, so pretty a thing and yet it took her life. The killer kiss!

It's so difficult to imagine what would be going on with her boy friend. The world changed for him; the meaning of kiss changed for him. The meaning; it changed for me as well. Didn't it change for all of us? The holy feeling got impure today and I am sad. So sad! I came face to face today with such a sad side of such a lovely thing!