Airline wars

That's king fisher's reply to Jet's weve changed campaign. Somehow I felt Jet fitted the niche of a business airline just perfectly. Those mustard uniforms look kinda wierd. The KF reply is pretty cool.
Meanwhile my sister, the sender of the first photo sent me another. But this (to my trained eye ;)) looks digitally modified. Anyway here it is

A Jet KF war really isnt the same as a virgin BA war, but what do you know might just be fun for the Indian public.
Rubbin my hands in glee,
Luv,
P.R.

Taliban, here we come

Just saw some VHP activists beat up a Christain priest for setting up a school. The priest responded in the most non violent way praying to god in front of them. Why can't these guys use all their funding to set up schools and hospitals, instead of beating up people who do.
At the same time the shiv Sena is burning up Blaine's book on shivaji. Talibanism here we come

added on 30 April: I am thinking we as a nation seem to becomin more and more sensationalists. We are more concerned about Gere kissing Shilpa Shetty or Mandira wearing a tricolor on her saree than actually doing something constructive. a Rupee for every such breaking news and we'd have enough money to solve all our problems.

Thinking aloud (as usual)
- Pranay

Faith makes tummy pain go away

Just finished watching Shrek while eating cream crackers and curds. I have yet again succumbed to a tummy infection, albeit a little serious one. It was caused I believe by a certain unhygenic pizza made by a prominent fast food chain just next to my office, but then I really don't know. What ensued was a very very painful tummy with cramps and spasmscoupled with fever high enough to have me shivering. Instead of asking the caretaker to call a doc or phone up some friend, I just lay down and prayed and within some time the prayer subsided and my tummy is now almost as good as new.
That is the power of faith. How much faith do I have in God? a lot. It is as undefineable as asking a kid how beautiful his mom is? or asking an ITC guy how beautiful his girlfriend his? There is so much gratitude at having a mum/girlfriend that it is undefineable. That is my faith in god.
Meanwhile finished reading Richard Branson's autobiography 'Losing my virginity'. Amazing book and I promise you a review. My laziness (in finding bookmarks) causes me to use my memory and every1 knows how bad my numeric memory is. Hence I resort to chaining techniques, which are easy for numbers which have natural series, but there are also some unique changes ex: 526 is My mother born in 1952 weighing 6 kilos. Hee Hee.Also booked the last Harry Potter book at crossword. I really got to cut down on my book spending. Just started reading a collection of short stories by Charles Dickens.
BTW I finally gave up on finding Axe Java and have instead bought myself a David Beckham Deo. Hey, he's still my fav footballer.
Till my next blog,
Luv,
PHR

Kolkatta unleashed

Kolkata, a city with each possible transportation system. From Trams to prams to metros to autos to cycle rickshaws tou name it it has it. However all these transportation systems spell one thing chaos. A typical Kol day has u taking a sharp turn in a big yellow ambassador taxi barely missing a traffic cop in white, dodging a rickshaw driver and just when you think it's over your vehicle makes a sharp turn right into the path of a Tram. Whew. The traffic is nerve wracking, which has me opting for the metro which is organisation personified.
It's actually so well organized that you half wonder whether you are in the same city. Then you walk out of the long long hole and its back to Chaos. It's almost as if time decided to freeze parts of history into this one city. It amazes you, it excites you, it makes you sweat bucketloads. Kolkatta, a historical paradise.

Luv,
P.R.

My last year in pictures

I could go on and on about all the wonderful places I visited last year. But why take my word for it. Please check http://picasaweb.google.com/pranay/PranaySSnapshots for some very beautiful pictures of Shimla Kullu, Manali, Dharamsala, Amritsar, Chandigarh, Mandi etc etc.Njoiiiii

Pranay's snapshots

-Pranay

Kya love story hai?

I have a fair idea how the title of this movie came up. The distributors probly asked the directors 'Kya yeh action movie hain?', obviously not. 'Kya comedy movie hain?', definitely not and so on and so forth till the query was 'Kya love story hain?', could be and so came forth the title Kya love story hai.
The movie starts with Romeo and Cheeku, (yup, the creativity begins with the names) who are extremely excited about bein in a newspaper where they are photographed while bein beaten u by a big black man, who is unsuccessfully assaulted by our dashing hero and are ultimately saved by a small black man who rams into his....
Nuts!! eggjhactly by this time you suddenly realize that this is probably the worst beginning to any movie u have ever seen in your life. But wait there's more.
Our hero named Arjun (Tusshar) has a friend whose girlfriend dies and who chides him about not falling in love. Hence on cue sashays in a farex baby look alike in Ayesha Takia.
At the rate the lady seems to be growing, there must be many a producer thanking god that they don't pay by the kilo. However screen presence the lady definitely has.
So Arjun, who looks like he could be knocked out by farex baby falls in love with her and tries to tell her about how he is in love with a lady to which Farex baby insults him in no uncertain terms and tells him point blank that he's a loser. It was at this point that I almost gave the lady a standing ovation when from out of nowhere comes in Bhim Singh. Bhim Singh (whose name I really don't know) has the acting abilities of a doorknob and his histronics range from angry to very angry. Bhim Singh, who looks like the bouncer of a very downmarket jullundher dhaba first fires a guy for misspelling his name. At this moment I feel deep sympathy for the guy, when you have a name like mine you know the feeling.
Anyway Mr. Angry young bouncer man, promptly goes to Farex baby's college (Yup she's studyin :O), where she gives him a mouthful for his arrogant behaviour which kinda makes his mum happy cos she really didnt spank him enuff as a kid. Of course it so turns out that he lost his father and she lost his mother at 15. To prove the point they show her talking to the photo of a very funny woman, who frankly reminded me of Jeevesh in a wig.
Anyway cut back to Arjun Singh who comes back from wherver he had buried his head in the sand, to get back his chick, to only find them gettin engaged on the driveway of her house. He delicately tries to put his thoughts across only to be insulted some more when he shifts to Cheeku (an Amitesh look alike) who inspite of being slapped by every chich in South Africa gives him love advice which he listens to!!!!!
Then Bhim Singh starts what can generally be termed as 'How not to get married' behavior with FB, who had Arjun, her personal shopping bag carrier everready to console her. The gist of the entire 20 mins could be summarized in one dialogue 'I cave man, I hunt you cook, I party you look', if u get the gist.
Just when you think that the picture is ending and Arjun is winning, both the guys realize that The healthy lady would cost too much in food bills to actually marry, they both try very hard to get her off her, which is kinda wierd. Just when you think Arjun and Bhim will dump Ms. Takia and walk hand in hand into the sunset, the director wisens up to Indian sensibilities.
Arjun Marries the doll like lady, and Bhim Singh thanks god for saving him for another day.

The End


Kya love story hai?
****** excellent

Now please excuse me while I find the idiot who trapped me into watchin this movie. Somebody gonna get hurt real bad.

In a state of bewilderment,

-P.R.

Parne Harish Roy has arrived

It was at Delhi Airport at the beginning of the month, when I walked out looking for my placard, when I saw this wiry little man with a piece of drawing paper and on it was written 'Parne Harish Roy ITC'. If it wasn't for my dad's name being simple to spell and the ITC, I'd probably have been stuck at Delhi Airport. At that time, I just thought it was another person messing up my name, now I believe it was probably an indicator of where I was heading. The City of Kolkata.
Yes guys, meet the new prince of Kolkata residing in his royal abode at Kalighati. It's actually not my abode, its a guesthouse, definitely not royal, but considering where I was put up initially in Kol, it's the Taj. We also have our very own man friday Hari (Pronounced Hoary) who is hell bent on understanding only that which is convenient to him. Of course my guest house mate Karan Bhatia is also an excellent chef meaning that I am sitting here blogging in a semi - satiated state. We might head out to get some more grub, once Karan finishes his coochie cooing and me my bloggin.
As usual I will not tell you what I am doing. Just that it's in market research. So after being part of a sales team which broke all growth records, I'm now in the next marketing vertical, MR. Being part of the team which is considered to be one of Asia's biggest (in terms of research) is gonna be one exciting challenge. But that's how my life seems to be scripted n I'm lovin it.
I also availed the opportunity to get myself a Reliance data card (very important) and hence hope to be more connected from now on.