The Polygraph or the allegedly called lie-detector test is basically a combination of medical devices that are used to monitor changes occurring in the body. As a person is questioned about a certain event or incident, the examiner looks to see how the person's heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate and electro-dermal activity (sweatiness, in this case of the fingers) change in comparison to normal levels. Fluctuations may indicate that person is being deceptive. Spies are probably the world's best liars, because they have to be, but most of us practice deception on some level in our daily lives, even if it's just telling a friend that his horrible haircut "doesn't look that bad." the trained examiner, who is sometimes called a forensic psychophysiologist (FP) monitors three essential biological parameters-Respiratory rate, Blood pressure/heart rate, Galvanic skin resistance (GSR)[sweat in the body]. The actual exam is given. The examiner asks 10 or 11 questions, only three of four of which are relevant to the issue or crime being investigated. The other questions are control questions. A control question is a very general question, such as "Have you ever stolen anything in your life?"
Detractors of the polygraph call lie detection a voodoo science, saying that polygraphs are no more accurate at detecting lies than the flip of a coin. "Despite claims of 'lie detector' examiners, there is no machine that can detect lies," reads a statement from the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU). "The 'lie detector' does not measure truth-telling; it measures changes in blood pressure, breath rate and perspiration rate, but those physiological changes can be triggered by a wide range of emotions." To counter the polygraph test is as easy as developing a breathing strategy, thinking about something frightening/exciting, biting your tongue to have the blood flowing upwards, inserting a nail at the toe-end of your shoes and contracting your anal sphincter muscle when a control question is asked during the examination.
After Samajwadi Party MP Kamal Akhtar and some BJP supporters raised in Parliament that Star Plus' reality show Sach Ka Saamna should be banned because it is encouraging vulgarity, embarrassing family audiences and destroying Indian culture, the Information and Broadcast ministry sent a legal notice to the channel, asking them to defend the show. Which brings to the fore a burning question: Are we as a society still scared to talk openly about certain supposedly 'taboo' issues that most people face in their everyday lives? And is doing that going to destroy Indian culture?
Our culture is so diverse and there are so many facets. But everything gets politicised without understanding this.There are shows we don't like. Why do we have to ban something if we don't approve of it? if it were so, many if not all the men would first scoul over banning the daily soaps or the parents would have a wicked smile in their faces when they ban their adolescent son's favorite ftv "latenight haute" shows. The format of the show is such that questions are bound to be extremely personal. So does the family audience cringe when Vinod Kambli is asked if he has cheated on his wife or when Urvashi Dholakia is asked if she was asked to leave school because she was pregnant? If so, then why are they watching the show at all? Whoever is coming on the show knows exactly what they are doing. And people watch these shows because humans have a vicarious psychology.
Personally, i don mind watching the show if i don have any more intriguing things at the same hour. Who cares if someone s a henpecked husband or feels humiliated if his sister marries someone from other religion. It's their problem, not mine. In all the questions, we miss the advertisements cuz v skip onto some other channel in the meantime. So the channel is earning, maybe the pitiable jerk giving the "agnee pariksha" is earning[ it seems he is being given lollipop when he is asked, "kya aap agle sawaal mein jaana chahte hain?" n he saying with a wry smile,"haan"], so what? Cumon ppl, can we grow up now!!!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Gosh,dis one is for u...
"We are going to shirdi dis saturde!" dad announced as he came from office one evening. i was busy watching tom n jerry n it was onle aftr he said it fr da second tym did i giv a wats-so-exciting-abt-it look to him. i had heard b4 abt da plannin of going fr once-in-a-lifetym xperience to da sai baba temple at shirdi dat week. perhaps dad xpected it, so he went inside to tell mom abt it. i had a coaching class on sunde n i had told mom dat m nt interested. onle i did noe dat it was a pathetic xcuse!!!! bt after mom's assiduous braggin aftr a family trip n her phillipics abt hw lazy i had bcum, i ws inevitably ready to go. i knew dere wud hardly b nething memorable abt it oder dan sleeping in a diff bed oder dan mine!!!!
Dad,mom,di n maself alongwid a driver startd off late afternoon wid our stuffs including a pair of dress fr a day,sm eatables,sm toilet stuffs n oder mommy's few stuffs. v hoped to reach shirdi dat evening n plan out our next de abt visiting da famous[i havta confess i hadn heard abt it b4] signapur[lord shani temple] n trembakeshwar temple[a twelve shivlinga ancient temple near nasik]. v started off jovially taking da mumbai-pune xpress highway in da way n in da midway v planned to take da way to signapur.dat meant perhaps v wud b in a hotel late night in shirdi. Signapur s all abt a sacred rock dat fell from da sky n people believe it resembles lord shani. houses here don hav a door or a window cuz people believe dat nobody steals nething fr da fear of lord shani. eventho v did find sm doors, we reasoned it more so fr privacy!!! i did hav a quesn tho, "arent dere ne banks down here?" i realized it was a foolish quesn even b4 i got ma answer. v bought da puja stuffs n gav a person in red dhoti to pour oil on da sacred rock, n den v wre off. wen v reached shirdi it ws 12.00 midnite. aftr chekin da shirdi trust lodge wich wre full booked n sm 4-bed rooms v atlast brought aur baggages to a room as big as ma studyroom. mom was fascinated at da prospect of buying a plot out here n givin rooms to gullible tourists lik v wre den in rent at 500 bucks a nite. it was nite 1'o clock wen v went in search fr our dinner. people told us to run b4 da hotels close down n v had to do xactly dat,running helter-skelter from one hotel to oder. v ended up sitting alongside a street stalls n eating pav-bhaaji. a renouned scholar once said, a person can sleep wid snake-bitten bt not hungry. i alone ate 7-8 pavs. jus wen all dat v wre thinkin abt was a gud nite sleep to wake up fresh early mornin fr da 5 am aarti in da temple, da thelewalaa told us dat ppl may hav already started standin in line fr da aarti. mom n di wre absolutely freaked out. it ws jus 1.30 in da morning, if atall u call dat so!!! yet dad was stern on attending da aarti. he said, "v hav cum here not to sleep. c...rnt v lucky enuf to get a room n den to eat stomach-full late in dis nite?lets get fresh n move out."
so after wettin ourselves in da room's bathroom, wid heavy weight tied down on aur eyes v set out fr da temple. i saw di sleep on ma shoulder,mom hanging sideways fr a short nap n dad using up dis tym to finish up his daily routine of reading hanuman chalisa while on da line. as fr me, i was busy appreciatin maself at keepin ma eyes wide open n helpin di on ma shoulder. i m a hostelite aftrall!!! every min seemed lik an hour fightin wid sleep. at nearabt 4 am ppl wre allowed to enter da hall of da temple. me n dad wre togeder n wre lucky enuf to b in da hall jus wen da aarti commensed. it was easy to fall prey to da charm of da holistic,spiritual n pure atmosphere of da hall. it was huge. atleast more dan 750 lucky ppl wre dere in da hall. wen da slokas started in da LCD screens, all da energy dipped. while majorly following da slokas, eyes wre givin up to sleep, searchin fr watch once every few minutes n scannin da faces in da vicinity jus to get sm condolance. it went on for 20-30 min. after da close darshan of da sai baba, v wre done wid it. amazingly,sai baba used to pray in a masjid yet he neva believed in religion, poor yet neva stoppd begging, simple man yet neva stopped enlightenin everyone with his sheer benevolence n heavenly blessings. he knew wen,where n how he was gonna die.
ven v reached Trembakeshwar Temple, it was 3 pm on sunde. after standin in da line fr nearly 2 hours, again i was destined to enter da temple hall wid dad. dis s where ma tour bcame memorable. u c our family s a brahmin,orthodox,spiritual n hugely superstitious one. ma dad doesn do a thing widout da consent of god.wen nething goes unplanned he blames himself not being worthy of god's blessings. wen smthing goes rite he thanx god fr being so kind. unlike ne1 in ma family, to let go of all pride, to surrender your soul to god n to sit bak n let da good god rule ova da proceedings s an alien idea to me. unquestionably m athiest n i do believ dat nothing in dis world s possible widout god's blessings. yet m a person who wud perhaps forget to say da gayatri mantra eleven tyms for finishing up a small portion left ova in da dying minutes to xam, feel lazy wen told to giv evening prayer wich mom does everyde, perversely ignore dad's unending wise talks abt god, giv a damn to da shaliks i saw in ma way to xam or abash someone who stands in da road waiting fr me to walk da road where a black cat jus crossed ova!!! i believe in da genuinity in da person within no matter wat. i maself don sit n pray everyde,mayb twice,thrice or more in a week. i do rem'ber god wen i feel lonely, unconfident or in trouble. bt i prefer praising maself fr pulling off smthing dan showerin all da credit to god!!!
dats y wen i was in da temple hall i lowered ma head n prayed fr a long tym out dere,i felt smthing i neva did. wen dad told me to surrender everything out dere n beg fr mercy fr all da sins i did, i realized everybody must b appreciated as to how he sees god n how he want god to help him. i wud always feel wierd wen dad talks wid me dis way but i noe m a believer n dats all dat matters. i wud always question god's existance wid ma frenx n scientific reasoning to da rituals, bt deep within i m all yours!!!!
in da way bak, v saw sm fantabulous landscapes n i saw everybody dozing off, yet i loved every moment of da ride wide-eyed. yet now m about to doze off!!!
say,"Good night!!!" may god bless all living being on dis planet n show all a bright,prosperous n delightful morning. Amen!!!!
Dad,mom,di n maself alongwid a driver startd off late afternoon wid our stuffs including a pair of dress fr a day,sm eatables,sm toilet stuffs n oder mommy's few stuffs. v hoped to reach shirdi dat evening n plan out our next de abt visiting da famous[i havta confess i hadn heard abt it b4] signapur[lord shani temple] n trembakeshwar temple[a twelve shivlinga ancient temple near nasik]. v started off jovially taking da mumbai-pune xpress highway in da way n in da midway v planned to take da way to signapur.dat meant perhaps v wud b in a hotel late night in shirdi. Signapur s all abt a sacred rock dat fell from da sky n people believe it resembles lord shani. houses here don hav a door or a window cuz people believe dat nobody steals nething fr da fear of lord shani. eventho v did find sm doors, we reasoned it more so fr privacy!!! i did hav a quesn tho, "arent dere ne banks down here?" i realized it was a foolish quesn even b4 i got ma answer. v bought da puja stuffs n gav a person in red dhoti to pour oil on da sacred rock, n den v wre off. wen v reached shirdi it ws 12.00 midnite. aftr chekin da shirdi trust lodge wich wre full booked n sm 4-bed rooms v atlast brought aur baggages to a room as big as ma studyroom. mom was fascinated at da prospect of buying a plot out here n givin rooms to gullible tourists lik v wre den in rent at 500 bucks a nite. it was nite 1'o clock wen v went in search fr our dinner. people told us to run b4 da hotels close down n v had to do xactly dat,running helter-skelter from one hotel to oder. v ended up sitting alongside a street stalls n eating pav-bhaaji. a renouned scholar once said, a person can sleep wid snake-bitten bt not hungry. i alone ate 7-8 pavs. jus wen all dat v wre thinkin abt was a gud nite sleep to wake up fresh early mornin fr da 5 am aarti in da temple, da thelewalaa told us dat ppl may hav already started standin in line fr da aarti. mom n di wre absolutely freaked out. it ws jus 1.30 in da morning, if atall u call dat so!!! yet dad was stern on attending da aarti. he said, "v hav cum here not to sleep. c...rnt v lucky enuf to get a room n den to eat stomach-full late in dis nite?lets get fresh n move out."
so after wettin ourselves in da room's bathroom, wid heavy weight tied down on aur eyes v set out fr da temple. i saw di sleep on ma shoulder,mom hanging sideways fr a short nap n dad using up dis tym to finish up his daily routine of reading hanuman chalisa while on da line. as fr me, i was busy appreciatin maself at keepin ma eyes wide open n helpin di on ma shoulder. i m a hostelite aftrall!!! every min seemed lik an hour fightin wid sleep. at nearabt 4 am ppl wre allowed to enter da hall of da temple. me n dad wre togeder n wre lucky enuf to b in da hall jus wen da aarti commensed. it was easy to fall prey to da charm of da holistic,spiritual n pure atmosphere of da hall. it was huge. atleast more dan 750 lucky ppl wre dere in da hall. wen da slokas started in da LCD screens, all da energy dipped. while majorly following da slokas, eyes wre givin up to sleep, searchin fr watch once every few minutes n scannin da faces in da vicinity jus to get sm condolance. it went on for 20-30 min. after da close darshan of da sai baba, v wre done wid it. amazingly,sai baba used to pray in a masjid yet he neva believed in religion, poor yet neva stoppd begging, simple man yet neva stopped enlightenin everyone with his sheer benevolence n heavenly blessings. he knew wen,where n how he was gonna die.
ven v reached Trembakeshwar Temple, it was 3 pm on sunde. after standin in da line fr nearly 2 hours, again i was destined to enter da temple hall wid dad. dis s where ma tour bcame memorable. u c our family s a brahmin,orthodox,spiritual n hugely superstitious one. ma dad doesn do a thing widout da consent of god.wen nething goes unplanned he blames himself not being worthy of god's blessings. wen smthing goes rite he thanx god fr being so kind. unlike ne1 in ma family, to let go of all pride, to surrender your soul to god n to sit bak n let da good god rule ova da proceedings s an alien idea to me. unquestionably m athiest n i do believ dat nothing in dis world s possible widout god's blessings. yet m a person who wud perhaps forget to say da gayatri mantra eleven tyms for finishing up a small portion left ova in da dying minutes to xam, feel lazy wen told to giv evening prayer wich mom does everyde, perversely ignore dad's unending wise talks abt god, giv a damn to da shaliks i saw in ma way to xam or abash someone who stands in da road waiting fr me to walk da road where a black cat jus crossed ova!!! i believe in da genuinity in da person within no matter wat. i maself don sit n pray everyde,mayb twice,thrice or more in a week. i do rem'ber god wen i feel lonely, unconfident or in trouble. bt i prefer praising maself fr pulling off smthing dan showerin all da credit to god!!!
dats y wen i was in da temple hall i lowered ma head n prayed fr a long tym out dere,i felt smthing i neva did. wen dad told me to surrender everything out dere n beg fr mercy fr all da sins i did, i realized everybody must b appreciated as to how he sees god n how he want god to help him. i wud always feel wierd wen dad talks wid me dis way but i noe m a believer n dats all dat matters. i wud always question god's existance wid ma frenx n scientific reasoning to da rituals, bt deep within i m all yours!!!!
in da way bak, v saw sm fantabulous landscapes n i saw everybody dozing off, yet i loved every moment of da ride wide-eyed. yet now m about to doze off!!!
say,"Good night!!!" may god bless all living being on dis planet n show all a bright,prosperous n delightful morning. Amen!!!!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
read n say," Wat a crap!"
it takes jus a smile, a cute facial texture, a hazy blue eyes, long hair cascading thru til her curvy hips, long slender legs to woe a man's heart out. they say, "Wat gud is a women's dress if it doesn make a man urge to open it up." neva mind da "hard" feelings its all abt soft love inside. da love within dat says to giv in, to lose it all without flicker of a thought about da wise sayings of da elders abt how unforgiving destiny is, to break free of all dose shackles dat v had ever been since tym immemorial, da feeling of damning all around, to be confy wid wateva v r, wateva v hav, to b home.....
its da feeling of bein hypocritic, perverse....darn it!!! wat gud s gud if dats nt xactly wat u wanna b. how bad s bad if no1 noes wat u wanna. its dem who dont let a chance slip to point deir blood-dipped filthy fingers at ya. it stinks to b where ur...cum out of da room n to c hw gracious da almighty is. hw sad v cant c. v close our eyes n believ no1 s seein us. cumon lifs simple isn it? so clutch da pretty tiny fingers n let her tk u thru a ride...a ride of realization, of da place unknown, unseen, unimagined. da warmth, da solace, da feeling to wish to hold yr breath, da adolescent mind begging fr one last tym to keep clutching fr all da seconds u held.its da feeling, wen v find ourselves in da tedium of metropolitan lyf, of some1 to say,"its lyf...snt bed of roses.", da feeling, ven v somewhere realize a lacuna in our social lyf, of some1 sayin "m here,honey.", da feeling, ven v find ourselves in da plethora of problems wich pushes our hands up, of some1 sayin "no matter wat, m wid ya...", da feeling ven da fist r pumped up amatuerishly, inconsiderately and uncharacteristically to land on some1 to bring him rite down at da floor, of some1 sayin "cumon...let it b.", da feeling, ven happy moments feel lik a dream, of some1 sayin "lets liv it." and da feeling, ven things get wacky of some1 sayin "lets get naughty...".
lyfs abt making choices n nt lookin bak...so wats da choice dat ur makin 2de? i hv made a choice 2...stop dis crap nw!!!
chekin out.....[r u sayin, "booooooooooooooooooooooo...."?hehe...]
Saturday, July 11, 2009
play dumb...keep yr brains off
heres sm smartass stuffs i found out recently...chek it out!!!
..Girls have an unfair advantage over men: if they can't get what they want by being smart, they can get it by being dumb. -Yul Brynner
..My girlfriend told me that she was seeing another man. I told her to rub her eyes. -Emo Philips
..I`ve reached the age where the happy hour is a nap.
..Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
..I once heard two ladies going on and on about the pains of childbirth and how men don't seem to know what real pain is. I asked if either of them ever got themselves caught in a zipper. -Emo Philips
..Some people pay a compliment as if they expected a receipt. - Kin Hubbard
..Sure, there's no 'i' in team, but there is an 'm' and an 'e'. -Kevin Meyers
..There are moments when everything goes well; don't be frightened, it won't last. -Jules Renard
..If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
..You use an average of 43 muscles for a frown and you use an average of 17 muscles for a smile, and they say every two thousand frowns creates one wrinkle.
..The longest non-medical word in the English language is floccipausinihilipilification (29 letters), which means "the act of estimating as worthless."
..On the average a fart is composed of about 59% nitrogen, 21% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane, and 4% oxygen. Less than 1% is what makes them stink.
..Girls have an unfair advantage over men: if they can't get what they want by being smart, they can get it by being dumb. -Yul Brynner
..My girlfriend told me that she was seeing another man. I told her to rub her eyes. -Emo Philips
..I`ve reached the age where the happy hour is a nap.
..Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
..I once heard two ladies going on and on about the pains of childbirth and how men don't seem to know what real pain is. I asked if either of them ever got themselves caught in a zipper. -Emo Philips
..Some people pay a compliment as if they expected a receipt. - Kin Hubbard
..Sure, there's no 'i' in team, but there is an 'm' and an 'e'. -Kevin Meyers
..There are moments when everything goes well; don't be frightened, it won't last. -Jules Renard
..If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.
..You use an average of 43 muscles for a frown and you use an average of 17 muscles for a smile, and they say every two thousand frowns creates one wrinkle.
..The longest non-medical word in the English language is floccipausinihilipilification (29 letters), which means "the act of estimating as worthless."
..On the average a fart is composed of about 59% nitrogen, 21% hydrogen, 9% carbon dioxide, 7% methane, and 4% oxygen. Less than 1% is what makes them stink.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Pappu pass ho gaya...
while politicians debate on the future of our education system, this is a tribute to the unfortunate Student who grows up like a prisoner in Kala Pani. As long as he is studying, he is only a number. To the school,he is a roll number. To his parents, he is simply marks. To the college he seeks admission,he is a percentage. If papa is asked by a complete stranger about his beta, pat comes the reply:"He got 92 per cent in class 12 boards!" Thirty years later,this boards story is dangling from a crowded local in women gossips,wondering what was so great about getting 92 per cent. He feels like shouting at the crowd that is pushing him around - "Hey,watch it, buddy, I got 92 per cent in boards!" But chances are that he will be asked to shut up by the crowd - "So what if you got 92 per cent! We are all school dropouts and you're still stuck with us!"
He cant help but wonder why mama and papa ruined his childhood by burdening him with coaching classes, stop him from playing galli cricket and lock up the television set? "Go to your room and study the Pythagoras Theorem! You must come first in your class this year, beta." The kid goes to his room and studies the Pythagoras gibberish, completely oblivious of the fact that the Theorem can't teach him how to fix a flat tyre!
In fact, nothing he learns as a student equips him to deal with the realities of living. As he hangs from the crowded bus to his school,the student wondes about Trigonometry.He also realises about the reproductive system of a flower and the abdominal segment of a cockroach doesn't help him change a light bulb? Preparing for the competitive exams and their parents are risking enmity with their kid to flatter their neighbours by a shocking acheivement of their son, their consolence being that all they think about is their son's success n his long life. How desperately the kid want his parents to know that he wants to enjoy the small things of life. And at the end of the road, he is left with is guilt, apology to his parents and the tag of "Loser" stuck around his back!
On the other hand, as their son gets into secondary education, his parents wonder why he is taking longer to pass out than it takes them to repay the loan they took to put him on college! They are clueless when their son says he's taken a drop or has a backlog of last term's paper to clear! The parents learns much later in life that the word "failed" can be conveyed in many other ways.
When he survives the deadly world and reaches home, the student wonders why the government wants to scrap Class X board exams...Why not scrap the entire education system!
He cant help but wonder why mama and papa ruined his childhood by burdening him with coaching classes, stop him from playing galli cricket and lock up the television set? "Go to your room and study the Pythagoras Theorem! You must come first in your class this year, beta." The kid goes to his room and studies the Pythagoras gibberish, completely oblivious of the fact that the Theorem can't teach him how to fix a flat tyre!
In fact, nothing he learns as a student equips him to deal with the realities of living. As he hangs from the crowded bus to his school,the student wondes about Trigonometry.He also realises about the reproductive system of a flower and the abdominal segment of a cockroach doesn't help him change a light bulb? Preparing for the competitive exams and their parents are risking enmity with their kid to flatter their neighbours by a shocking acheivement of their son, their consolence being that all they think about is their son's success n his long life. How desperately the kid want his parents to know that he wants to enjoy the small things of life. And at the end of the road, he is left with is guilt, apology to his parents and the tag of "Loser" stuck around his back!
On the other hand, as their son gets into secondary education, his parents wonder why he is taking longer to pass out than it takes them to repay the loan they took to put him on college! They are clueless when their son says he's taken a drop or has a backlog of last term's paper to clear! The parents learns much later in life that the word "failed" can be conveyed in many other ways.
When he survives the deadly world and reaches home, the student wonders why the government wants to scrap Class X board exams...Why not scrap the entire education system!
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