The Infosys Backside Plot...

...sounds like a plan to get at the company's ass but is really this:

Infosys backside plot for sale
I have plot for sale behind infosys campus Mysore, size total of 14400 Sqft
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News for the day

Rakhi Sawant banned

Rakhi Sawant was disallowed by the police from performing at the annual general body meeting of Suchir India Developers Private Limited in Hyderabad. "We don't want obscene gestures", said the police, and in response the organisers asked everyone to bandage their index and middle fingers together.

But good job. This was an annual general body meeting, and the body part was not allowed to dominate.

No forward trading

Prakash Karat of the CPI(M) says, "Ban Forward Trading". This, he says, is bad because there should be, at the very least, Backward Trading, Scheduled Class Trading and Reserved Trading for Communists.

Of course, the real argument is ridiculous: that somehow forward trading in commodities pushes up prices - it really brings about a more informed marketplace. Because as a farmer, knowing prices a year ahead will help me understand what I can sow. "So shall I reap, therefore so shall I sow" is the new adage.

Dr. Beggar is coming

Bangalore will get a new medical college in Beggar's colony. So don't be surprised to see a stethescope knocking on your car window.

Head hung in shame, nose cut off in public.

I have lost the Bad English Competition. I thought my entry was pathetic, but there are patheticer and patheticest entries much worster than mine.

But we are not leaving behind just. I wrote off to winning competitor, Kaushik:

Well done, Kaushik...today only you win. my angreji is so far better that one day i will leap and bound you. Just like that. only.

Pls to publish movie script your blog. we are watching, the movies, knowing there is face behind awesome dialogue is good news.

All your base are belong to us.

I think I'm going to write a book this way. The ish-story of Raju the Gentleman that starts like this:

And there she was. Sitting there on the four road intersection of life not knowing at all where all she can go. She was confused very much but knew; there was no going back to the village. Nilhalli was her behind, yes her past participle. Nilhalli means blue village and all the time there were the blues.

Not like the songs, ya. Blues meaning unhappy type. Meaning bhain, bhain crying and it was not only that time of month when something and all happens. Whole life is sad and she was city girl, no? She know enough English, more than that ugly postal man daughter who came off to town in skirt showing ankles and no silver ornament around them.

But that was all her behind. Now only looking to front, and walking walking till sole of foot is tender. It was tender now, that's why she was on the four road intersection, sitting and hoping for water or a bus. Not that she could drink a bus, but she was sure only that bus would take her to pumpwell somewhere.

That's when she saw Raju, I think. He was sitting there only, opposite side without chappal, little bit away from me. How he could manage?! She was finding it soooo tough, just wearing sandal and that too without heel. No chappal in this hotter sun, the thinking only made that feeling passing up middle of back. Shiver. Ya, shiver passing up spine.

Suddenly, Raju looked at her.
"What ya, no father or brother in house-uh? Staring staring from that time?"

"Umm...what you mean ya? Free country no? I look where i want to look you come in the way what can I do?", Nalini spluttered, not pausing for all that punctuation and all.

... The rest you will find in my book which will be written one day. Or one night.