First of all, let me point out that this blog is NOT written by a baby.
Secondly, this blog is NOT meant for babies. (No adult stuff, however).
People wonder why I named my blog so. Even I wonder. Why did I name it Baby's Day Out? Is it because I like babies? Hell, no, as long as they gurgle and smile cutely they are fine. But when they begin to burp and do things in their nappies, I run miles away.
The question still remains.
Why this title?
Perhaps because it makes a surfer more curious than any other title would. After all, it is the market-driven age.
Nope, this doesn't sound like me. I have never cared about attracting people to this blog and keeping them hooked. (After all, I don't make any profits, nor do I intend to). Once I give the URL to someone, I don't repeatedly tell him/her to PLEASE visit my blog.
All right, all right, enough beating round the bush,coming to the point.
I christened this blog so because I'm on the verge of becoming an adult, officially, and I'm just beginning to get out into the real world, meeting different people, learning new things, and since I'm relatively new at this, I'm a baby! So...that's how the title came about in my wandering mind. Another reason: we all know that babies see things differently from the general view. Just like I do.
Satisfies me.
Or does it?
Sunday, February 17, 2002
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
Well, well, I was surprised. Others weren't. Of course, being nominated for Oscars is something to be very proud of. I was wrong and Aamir was right!
It's only the third Indian film to be nominated, and I'm sure Mr.Khan must be proud as ever.
I'm kind of secretly proud too. ;-)
Kamzor Kadii Kaun?
Whatever people have to say about KKK and its acerbic hostess, Neena Gupta has taken it well. And I think we should hand it over to her. She has undergone a complete metamorphosis since Saans and Siski, and does her job brilliantly. Right from the spurned wife to a spinster in India with two suitors to a sarcastic, unsmiling game show host, she has managed to earn respect and fame in a male-dominated industry (ignoring her personal life).
And who are we to complain if we can boost our general knowledge and see humans being mean as ever (in their true form)?
Sunday, February 03, 2002
The thrill of watching a cricket match right in the stadium is awesome. Imagine your favourite player coming right up to the boundary to field, and you are seated just a few feet away from him. It's something you won't forget.
But watching a match here in India is now is a painful thrill. No water, no snacks, no cellphones, no binoculars, no cameras, no radios, you name it, and it's forbidden.
The reason for this cruel ban? Security of the players. (Cellphones are not allowed to avoid betting, as if that's going to stop people at home from betting). People might just throw their binoculars or radio sets or cameras on the players in case of a poor performance! I wouldn't, would you?
And you can buy food and water from the stadium. And since you are allowed to take them to your seats, the players are still prone to be missiled by the angry spectators. The rules don't work. The purpose of having those stringent rules is defeated. People smuggle in mobile phones by stuffing them in their socks and so are binoculars and other forbidden objects.
The rules don't work. The purpose of having those stringent rules is defeated.
Why have them then?
B-R-E-A-K
I might take a break. Not because I have nothing to write about (I have loads), but because I need to commit myself to my books for a few days without being distracted by anything. It's a study vacation!
