No, I was actually bored.

Yes, Boredom has crept in. It somehow ensured that my life is drifting slowly, which will make any slowpoke proud. It lacks a punch. I will be too pessimistic to call it Cabin-fever but something has forced me to get into a shell. The B-shell. Boredom.

A saying goes like this. Your state is reflected in the events outside and sometimes vice-versa. Yes, just as I am pondering on this B-word, events outside fare no better. Ironically it presents a zoomed version of the B-word. I am sailing in the same ship( Some respite! ).

But, yes Sachin Tendulkar is breaking the record books with a boring regularity. Films are made on the same boring plot such that every story has a predictable ending. I am bored listening to the same electronic-mixed music. It has sound but not soul. I am bored with my routine. I am bored with bowls of cornflakes which make my dinner these days. I am bored with my attire-the casual tops with XYZ branded jeans. I am bored with social networking, especially Facebook. Spams, drab profile photos, insipid status updates and mundane chats. I am bored with these old chestnuts. I broke up. And its back to being single all over again. I am bored. I am bored. I am bored.

I have often believed that at times, Boredom breeds creativity. But now, even the latter seems that of a pencil pusher’s. Phew!

So now, *change* is my go-to word. I want to be the change that I want to see in my life. This brief stint of boredom has to end. My friends have always been a huge boost in my life. So no change on that.

I need to come out of this shell. May be revising my routine, getting rid of menial activities, venturing in new lands, changing my tastes, styles, looks, wear, food, gadgets, brands stand as an option. And chart out a wish list at least for self-satisfaction and cheap thrill.

Here it goes :

• A trip to the flashing meadows of United states with pit stops in Las Vegas and California.
• A Safari ride in Uganda to cherish the world of gorillas.
• A reggae performance on the beaches of Jamaica.
• A tennis session with Djokovic and Hingis at the top of Burj Kalifa in Dubai.

Plus a string of a touch-unlikely wishes…….

Bottomline: This post is written at a time when I am bored to Shit and hence has all the makings of a faceless, dull, dreary and a boring post. Advance apologies.

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And one such puzzle is the *Wrong-Signaling*, which notably comes from the persona of a girl, only for ‘longing’ guys to miserably flop while deciphering it. The blame, let us have ( say) 50-50 on both the parties. One for clarity-starved signaling while other for perfect ‘Mis’interpretation.

So, what is Wrong Signaling all about and where do the guys flop, for them to resemble that boy in the ‘Kolaveri’ song? Also, is it just the wrong signaling that the girls give or are the guys too dumb? I’m sure this will be a worthy enough topic for a debate.

Guys normally are more desperate. Their ‘longing’ nature is the prologue for millions of love-stories and flop stories. As it happens, they tend to fall in love all too often, too early, sometimes too strongly. And so the terms love, affection, kindness, soft-corner from a girl is almost a *jackpot* event.

For example, a girl calling up in the night to ask him if he had had his dinner, is a VERY BIG DEAL for a guy. She may be his best friend, a close friend or for that matter any superlative-added-friend, doesn’t matter, it’s a special thing.

Or sometimes if she approaches him for a help, all of a sudden thoughts start wandering “she-needs-me”, “she-is-in-a-crisis-and-of-all-she-has-approached-only-me”, “she-trusts-me”. “Oh, she is getting me ON!!”

These are just the gentle sparks that can lit up a guy’s mind (which the girls normally fail to apprehend). The protagonists of “guys-and-girls-can-still-remain-as-friends” may not digest it, but that’s the way it is. Chuck it.

Bottom line: When a girl says NO, it is actually an outright one. It is but NO. It stays that way. And when she says YES, it stays YES. A point to be agreed is that girls have become clear in their decisions whereas their counterparts have failed to crack these subtleties. AND a guy can NEVER understand a GIRL completely, because for him, it is nothing but a Chineese puzzle, a Su-do-ku, topsy-turvy and in fact a mystery ride.

Golden Players

Greatness and Longevity at times co exist. When we talk of emperors, it is often the decades of their rule that comes to mind along with the frontiers conquered. Sports too throws up such emperors, some out of the blue while some in the methodical long run. We adore them. Salute them. Respect them. Idolize them. Pour accolades on them. And sometimes bestow on them the status of a demi-god. Indian cricket is in fact just that.

For an entire generation growing up, Sourav Ganguly, Sachin Tendulkar, Rahul Dravid, VVS Laxman, Anil Kumble, Virender Sehwag, Harbhajan Singh, Zaheer Khan have been the lights of hope. The torch bearers of it. An inspiration. The messiahs of a religion called ‘Cricket’. And above all Legends.

As Indian cricket is on the process of a revamp with the some of the seniors set to give way for the young blood, I just wondered the impact the afore mentioned players have had on the populace. For me, they are a part of the Golden generation that grew leaps and bounds and eventually took the team to the numero-uno status in test matches.

I’m sure most of you would be flabbergasted to see Sourav’s name in front of Sachin’s. I know some of you won’t be able to digest it. But wait. Let me clear the air.

In 2000, Indian cricket hit an all-time low as a result of the unscrupulous match fixing allegations. Scandals struck like fours and sixes. Heroes became villains. Nation’s proud sons pleaded guilty. Everything was in disarray. And Indian cricket like an infant didn’t know what to do. All it desperately needed was a Renaissance. It needed to rise like a phoenix. It needed Change. Yes, it now needed a leader, not just a captain to script it.

It was then that Sourav, popularly known as the “Dada’ took over the reins of captaincy ( no, no.. leadership). He was wary of the challenges. He was aware of the difficulties of playing abroad. He knew the mind games that were played. He knew the tasks that needed to be accomplished. And for that he knew he needed match winners.

For almost the entire decade of the 90s, India was Sachin and vice versa. When he clicked, we won and whenever he didn’t rarely did we win. So, that perception had to be changed and Ganguly knew it. And hence played a pivotal role in grooming the likes of Sehwags, Zaheers, Yuvrajs and Bhajjis. The term TEAM INDIA was born out of his visionary. So too was ‘Men in Blue’. Suddenly, there was this feeling of oneness, an urge to challenge the best in the business and moreover the caliber to effect a makeshift in the approach of being a subdued team to a fighting unit.

the Fab-Four.......

This decade also saw the run machine, Sachin pile up runs and rewrite record books with a boring regularity. There was hardly a year when he didn’t break a record. This was also the time when we were treated to batsmanship of the order the world never saw. The fab-4 turned out to be the pillars of batting. Centuries were scored with utmost ease, be it the Oval, Brisbane, Bloemfontein, or Sydney. A fast SLOW bowler from Karnataka was adding wickets to his kitty at a pace quicker than some of the fast bowlers of this team. Overseas wins in Trinidad, Headingly, Johannesburg, Auckland, Perth and Durban came like jack pots. And slowly came the numero-uno status in tests.

It was a Golden phase in Indian cricket and they are part of this golden generation. As the team has hit an all time low having lost seven overseas tests in the last six months, let us show some respite and do not go overboard in making comments like “ VVS is a disgrace, throw him out.. Dravid lacks technique, sack him..”, after all it is they who changed the fortunes of Indian cricket by playing the innings of their life in that epic Calcutta test of 2001. We celebrated the victories with them. Let us now face it, the defeats. Have a head to do it.

An Indian fan moves on.. with his heroes….. an eulogy to the golden generation….

Dada....

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Born into a family of Brahmins( Sharmas), I may be very naïve to believe in God. Yes I do, which I do not regret. I certainly believe that there exists that external light that guides me. I do believe that there exists the script writer of my destiny. I have fear for  that  force and going with an early saying, has signalled the beginning of wisdom. Whenever the chips are down, it lifts me up, equips me, charges me up with what great men refer to as Self-Motivation. Yes, I believe that God exists. Its purely my belief and which I do not wish to propagate.

And that’s it. There is my point. Simple?

I don’t try to emphasize the connection of God’s existence with religions, religious books and religious buildings. Nor do I delve into which-is-the-most-proper-notion-of-God. That is exactly why I do not give credence to performing religious rituals and why I won’t hesitate in praying anywhere; be it Varanasi, Mecca, Amritsar or Vatican City. Prayer is just an event where you communicate with God and for me “Om”,” Masha-allah”, “amen” are just the analogy of a “hello” in a telephone communication. Its just me and the God. Its like a facebook chat or a Skype Call.

Religion, belief in God are the one of the most sensitive issues in the world today and utmost care must be taken to place one’s the remarks on it. It is a political weapon in some parts of the globe and a means of reprisal in the other . And those with a clear understanding of the notions find it tougher to sneak through in between. Irony!!  Countries have been partitioned. Wars have broken out. Dynasties have collapsed. Fortunes of some countries changed dramatically. And we’ve also seen the rise of God-man for whom people easily fall. Irony again!!

What agitates me is the way the afore mentioned –isms are preached in the society. This piece is not meant to launch a vitriolic attack on people who believe in it.

Atheists. I respect their ideology. I have no hard feelings for them. But the annoying factor is the way Atheism is perceived by some (and I mean “some” of them and “not” all) sections of the society. If you want to call yourself an atheist, you will do yourself a world of good if you just  resort to “I-don’t-believe-in-God” theory. Fabricating different versions of it, re twisting it according to one’s conveniences, dirty politics are all the trouble makers. There seems to be a wave of “Timely Atheism” ruining some parts of the world. You deem yourself an atheist publicly but back home organize massive( yet secretive) rituals. What for is this double game? Public Figure? Vote? To-fish-in-troubled-waters? Bull shit!!!!

Next up Communism and Marxism. Karl Marx’s ‘Das Kapital’ is a critique of political economy in which he urges for a change in the economic laws. He is critical of the capitalistic mode of production and provides valid explanations for that. You be your own master and script your own destiny is all what says. He never cajoles one to ‘Hate-God’( nor does he wants one to believe in it). Again Simple?  That doesn’t mean communist powers are unsafe for believers in God. West Bengal. Kerala. China. Do we need to look beyond.

I’ve not seen much of rationalism. So all-is-well with it for now. You place your actions on reasons than emotions or belief is what you mean by it. It might seem sensible , at the same time you spend your lifetime delving on the reasons( Why? Why?). Aaah, what ever be it.

There it is. Uprisings, Wars, Tension on religious issues are all the products of those who are interested in adding-fuel-to-the-fire. Your belief. Keep it to yourself. Never bother if the eggs in the neighbourhood hatch or not. Respect other’s belief. All the world needs is not another dispute. Enough is enough!!!

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I’ve always loved travelling. There is always the sublime excitement that clouds us before a journey. Kit Up. Get Ready. Let’s make a move? Maps ready? Snacks ready?  Where’s the travel chart? What’s the first stop? The buzz before a travel is the one to be cherished.

To travel is to explore the unknown, to willfully leap into it after having given up the assured security of being at home. A short break from the menial activities of home works, office works and household chores is all it does and refreshes.

We love every moment of it. Be it excursions or expeditions, field trips or grand tours, Sunday jaunts or an odyssey, a voyage or a safari, it always keeps the excitement levels soaring.

And this winter, to embrace that joy in travelling and holidaying, we started our journey to explore the world near the Blue Mountains- Wayanad!! Breathtaking views from the mountain tops, smell of the coffee beans while strolling in scenic estates, wisps of smoke puffing out of mouth at night, jeep drive in the hilly countryside, a cup of wine all made my winter.

From the cloudy afternoon on the Christmas to the foggy morning of the 30^th (on the day we bid adieu to Wayanad), my stay was enriched. We couldn’t have timed our holiday better than this. Holidaying during Christmas is a god-sent date. Our Judeo-Christian friends who had invited us for Christmas made us feel at home. Christmas puddings and cakes made our snacks. “Yule log”, the cylindrically shaped cake straight from the oven was lip-smacking. Sssssshhhh!! Yummy….. Being a non Christian, it was nice to enjoy Christmas that way. The jingles too added on to the ambience. But my most cherished moment came when we sat under the mistletoe with a cup of wine and the guitar in the  background seemed the icing on the cake.

And in a short while, we set off to the countryside to witness the festival of the Adivasis(inhabitants of forests) in a Shiva Temple. Song and dance had already set in. Drumbeats were equally up to it. And their performance in that five degree weather just resembled a Salsa performer. Not exaggerating, I hadn’t seen a more graceful acrobatic show before. In the meantime, the pragmatic in me started to wonder that times have certainly changed: we have moved on from the STONE age to the ANDROID age:/ 

So, there it is. My winter was made and in what splendid way. After relishing the Wayanad magic, we were off to Calicut for a tryst with the flavours-of-India. As I slipped into the spicy Malabar chicken, “ Kit Up. Get Ready. Let’s make a move? Maps ready? Snacks ready?  Where’s the travel chart? What’s the first stop? “ struck all over again. The WAIT starts for the next Holiday……………..

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If you are witty, you survive in the war of words. The romantics might bash me for that war-of-words comment. Okay, I take back. If you have that uncanny knack of creating magic with words, you are bound to attract readers.

Words bring life to a speech. Imagine, had Steve Jobs not put the words in the right perspective or had he come down on the level of witticism where would be all those inspiring-quotes-of-Jobs and the so called inspirational-talks-of-Jobs? Or take the case of Sir Winston Churchil who changed the course of history with that powerful speech to the *given-up* British troops? The world has seen umpteen number of such quotes, talks and literary works.

In this piece, I present some of those quotes which stole the limelight this year. Here goes those pompous and funny quotes that made up this eventful year of 2011. A tribute to these newsmakers!!!

• “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot. What you are doing is allowed in Islamic law? Do you know right from wrong?” – Muammar Gaddafi
• “Helicopter hovering above Abbottabad at 1AM( is a rare   event). Go away helicopter- before I take out my giant swatter”- Sohaib Athar’s tweet
• “Osama ji ko unke dharm ke mutabik dafnana chahiye tha”- Dig(gy) Vijay Singh
• “Salman Rushdie is begging everyone to follow him on Twitter. He’ll feel embarrassed if he doesn’t get a million followers. Be aware of Salman Rushdie! He wants to get girls in his whipped cream range”- Taslima Nasreen
• “Somewhere in the distance I hear the envious miaow of #Taslima-Nasreen being catty about me. Tut, tut, Taslima. #Shame #Lajja”- Salman Rushdie
• “They are happy tears, so I don’t mind at all. I could not have asked for anything better than this. Winning the World cup… it is the proudest moment of my life. It’s never too late. Thanks to all my team-mates. Without their fabulous performances, this would never have happened”- Sachin Tendulkar
• “Sachin Tendulkar has carried the burden of the nation for 21 years. It is time we carried him on our shoulders.”- Virat Kohli
• “The next time I retire will be the last time”- Shahid Afridi
• “Twitter is like giving a machine gun to a monkey. It can be fantastic or it can be an absolute disaster too”- Hugh Morris, managing director of England cricket
• “Spin bowling is an art and so is fast bowling. All artists are crazy and similarly whoever wrote the book for Shoaib Akhtar is also crazy between his ears”- Kapil Dev
• “You invented the game. That’s like saying America is No.1 at baseball or American football”- Barack Obama to David Cameroon
• “I have a problem calling anything where you have to wear formal pants a sport”- Andy Roddick on cricket
• “If you had said to these people 3 years ago, F1, they would not know what you are talking about”- F1 supremo, Berni Ecclestone after the success of Indian GP
• “I have always said if there ever came a day when I could no longer meet my duties and expectations as Apple’s CEO, I would be the first to let you know. Unfortunately, that day has come”- Steve Jobs in his resignation letter to Apple employees
• “Dilli kisi ke baap ki nahin hai”- Ramdev
• “I am happily going now. I will be back as soon as possible”- Superstar Rajnikanth
• “We’re focused on doing one thing incredibly well. If you look at other companies, all of these companies are doing a lot of different things but we’re still, as we grow, doing exactly one thing”- Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg
• “US launched a targeted an operation at the mansion outside Islamabad. There has been no casualty of US or civilians in the operation. After a fire fight at the mansion, Osama Bin Laden was killed.. I would like to say to the families who lost their dear ones in 9/11 that Justice has been done”- Barack Obama
• “Oh Wow. Oh Wow. Oh Wo”- Steve Jobs last words as revealed by his sister Mona in a New York Times article

The last quote just sums it up. 2011 is dedicated to Steve Jobs. May the visionary’s thoughts continue to inspire millions. Wait, there is another feather on his cap as he has been chosen for the Grammy awards, to be awarded posthumously for his contribution in distribution of music(iTunes). Take a bow, Steve!!!!

Does laughter, tear, joy, sorrow, the parameters that defined our yesterdays become just part of our history? Doesn’t they have a part to play in redefining our lives, make us better individuals and more importantly, ensure better tomorrows?

As we look back to the 2011, the events that shaped our personalities, the experiences that tested our resolves, the laughter, tear, joy and sorrow that life threw at us, one thing fascinated me; We are not the same that we were 365 days back and we won’t be after 365 days. Because there is one aspect that I love the most. Our birthdays which is an indication that we do grow as an individual. We move on.

So, how was 2011? All I can say( with a personal stamp) that 2011 has moved on faster like any other. In fact the last new year’s party with all the booze and puff might just seem like a last night show. It is at that frenetic pace with which life has progressed.

New lives sprung to life. Few departed. New relations sprung in. Few hearts were broken. New stories were scripted. Few were turned into a biopic. New promises were made. Few were broken. New milestones were set. Few problems erupted. Some found their lives at crossroads while some had a smooth sailing. Fame and money knocked the doorsteps for some overnight while some continue to reel in this world dominated by the dollar.

There were News makers in plenty. They were thrown up from nowhere. This year marked the end of the Osama era, finally putting an end to the longest ever hide and seek game. Economies stumbled. Jobs bade adieu to the world, so too were a long list of celebrities. Sports threw up national heroes. But this was the year of the *PROTESTOR*, the middle class, often unheard, took to the streets. Yes, the sun didn’t set in some parts of the globe.

As I write this piece, numerous never-to-be-followed New year resolutions would be doing the final rounds of editing, glamourous calendar photo shoots would have been completed, Casinos and Cruise ships in Macau and San Marino(with some help from fashionTV) would be completely engrossed in preparing for the ultimate New Year Bash and yeah, the jingles too would have started.

Time to say good bye to 2011. Time to pass on the baton.

The journey continues. The mission continues. New things unfold. 2012 will begin with a massive hangover. It will rekindle hope, trust and love. Let us figure out what to do next with our lives. Here’s to the happy memories, new beginnings and a great year.

Make sweet love. Be trustful. Be sincere. Have a life. Enjoy every moment of it, who knows the dooms day might well be at a stone’s throw if the Mayans were right.

We greet you 2012… be kind to us!!!! Take us through to 2013….

greetings 2012

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Well, you can just go on with this. But the hardest part is proving it, not just believing it. The game is not over until the actions are made to do the talking. So how do you react when you see someone who has done and is doing exactly that, for not a day or two but for almost a decade. SALUTE!!!

I am talking about D-man from Delhi- Virender Sehwag!!!!!

Easily the most destructive opener the cricketing world has seen, he has defied all the laws in striking a cricket ball; his style cannot be part of any coaching manual. I would love to see a debate on “Do all the Sehwags actually need a coaching”? Why waste time on this. It’s a straight forward *NO*.

This piece has been in the drafts for quite a long time. I was patiently waiting for the right time to publish it, like a desert traveller waiting for oasis.   And now, the patience seems to have  bore fruits. What a time it is, as he carved out  yet another master piece. A Himalayan knock of  219 at the outdoors of  Indore , surpassing his role model in the process. An innings of touch and arrogance, it was a ruthless assault on the toothless Carribean attack. The delight of finding gaps which is the soul of his batting, was at its immaculate best. The way the balls caressed his willow will be one for the romantics to comment. The elegant square cuts that saw the balls go packing to the ropes was just poetry in motion.

But it wasn’t always like that. Wasn’t it. Critics had doubts in plenty. Can this one-day basher excel in test matches? His feet don’t move. He lacks technique. He is bound to struggle against the moving ball. He is a one dimensional cricketer. He doesn’t have the commitment and technique to stay longer. His perform or perish theory is bullshit. These are all what they had to say. But destiny had some other plans.

Gone were his early days in the so called ‘badlands’ of Najafgarh in Delhi amidst the shepherds and snake charmers. Around him was the gritty world, the tougher world from where he dreamt of being a Sachin Tendulkar. It was in the farmlands where he practiced the art of pounding a cricket ball. The Upper Cut, the slice, the slog sweep, the inside-out chip were all the redefined versions that he scripted. From there to the thick of things in Indian cricket, the journey has been quite a fascinating one.

A century against South Africa on debut to mark his arrival in the test arena, two breathtaking triple tons against the likes of Akhtar, Steyn and Morkel, a knock of 80 that went in vain in the world cup final of 2003, few double tons, a belligerent 195 on the opening day of Boxing day test at MCG, match saving knock of 151 against the Aussies, fastest century in only 60 balls by an Indian and now, the Indore incendiary. Add to it the famous King Pair at Birmingham, some complacent running, a shoulder which continues to be under the surgeon’s knife, sacking from the national side only because the selectors believed that he could not strike a cricket ball as good as a Wasim Jaffer or a Dinesh Karthik.

Sehwag’s approach to batting is as simple as an IIT aspirant from Kota. To go for the kill always. Be it Perth or Durban, be it against Steyn or Akhtar, be it he is on 99 or 199 or even 299. The carefree approach of not getting booed down by the situation testifies the man.

So, what is it in a Sehwag innings. Its not about his role model Sachin who tries to find a balance and later go on a brutal assault. Its not about the perfect execution  of a coaching manual that Rahul Dravid beautifully presents. Its not about the lazy elegance of a VVS Laxman that quietly makes one to feel as if he were in a Ghazal. Its all about thrill-a-minute roller-coaster ride; a 100m dash that keeps your adrenalin pumping; a Russel Peters show that you cannot miss. Its all about emphasizing on the revised theory-“ Cricket must be played to delight, to entertain, to win and not plodding, blocking and playing out a tame ‘Draw’ “. Its about mocking the basics of a sport. Its about that accolade- ‘I am-once-in-a-lifetime-cricketer’.

He is an assertion that we have moved on; from the Boycott era, from the Gavaskar era( yes the days when fans were entertained by the 36* off 174 balls) to the speed driven generation. He changed the perception of opening batsmanship, from just taking the shine off the ball to literally murdering the balls to the boundaries.

He never drags us like a Dravid or a Lara in the fight in a crisis. His willow may disdainfully tell the opposition bowlers to ‘get-lost’ but always finds one among them to share his laughter. You may be a Sachin fan, a Ganguly fan, a Dhoni fan, but Virender Sehwag will retire as the most loved cricketer to have played for India. And quite fittingly is the Pied Piper.

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Fly Kingfisher

I can’t get away with my cheeky nature. But things seem to be heading that way. The current happenings contribute to my cheekiness. Can’t help it!!!!

The recent fiasco associated with the Kingfisher, one of the premier airline services in the country is an unfortunate one. Escalating fuel prices seem to have contributed to this. And with the continuing resignations of pilots and ground staff, have only added fuel to the fire.

May be it has to do with the lady (un)luck Deepika Padukone. Yuvraj Singh and Ranbir kapoor will know it better. If the former’s form dropped, the latter’s movies flopped. Ironically, Deepika was there with them when these happened. And now may be, it’s the turn of the Mallyas…Their airline has stopped!!!!!

Jokes apart… we’ll move on……

People have always loved it, the King-of-good-times. ‘Fly-Kingfisher’ remains unmatched and by far unchallenged in the treatment of its royal and loyal customers. From rousing receptions with the dazzling air hostesses in their miniskirts to cappuccinos in the lounges, it remains one of the most preferred choice for the upper Indian middle class. Rajdeep Sardesai tweets that he was once served Salmon for breakfast in Kingfisher

Let us hope that things will come to normalcy in the Kingfisher camp.

In the meantime, it was disheartening to see the Indian Govt. putting its hands up to help the Mallyas recover from their aviation fiasco. Few questions struck me.

Are the *UB* group bankrupt?? Does the Govt. feel that cappuccinos in the lounges were important than building schools and hospitals? Has Dr.Mallya become poorer than those earning Rs.32 per day?

The answer to the first question has to be definitely a big NO. After all the Mallyas still own Force-India( F1 team), Royal Challengers Bengaluru(IPL team) plus a string of business ventures across the globe. Dr.Vijay Mallya continues to be the liquor baron that he was. Royal Challenge still remains the jersey sponsor of major sporting teams. India’s largest luxury mall, UB city is pioneered by the UB group.

Perhaps, he should not have invested in aviation sector..

And let the second and third question remain as it is…… Think! Think! Think!

I have always admired the charismatic Vijay Mallya and his glamorous yet successful business career, for the kingfisher fiasco might be just a blot in his business empire. But given the fact that he has enough money to party on his yachts, to groom all the jockeys, to spend on Kingfisher calendar photo shoots, for abhorrent self promotions, for his son to have Deepika on his arms but to run his airline how can he munch my or rather my dad’s tax money????

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