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BMW, the Bavarian Motor ‘Wonder’…

What better way to start your Bavarian holiday than with a dollop of German precision and efficiency? Visitors to the BMW Museum are greeted with a sterile and crisp façade, its clean lines an embodiment of the engineering excellence that has become synonymous with the brand.

A little bit of history: BMW has its roots in aircraft engine manufacturing. In 1917, while the first world war was raging, the previously unknown aircraft engine manufacturer Rapp Motorenwerke GmbH presented a new and highly innovative  type of aircraft engine to the Prussian military authorities. The company was renamed ‘Bayerische Motoren Werke’ and became the BMW that it is today.

I know nuts about aircraft engine, but as far as aesthetics go, this one is stunning!

The BMW R32 motorcycle was the first BMW product intended for road use. The company’s foresight in style and sophistication almost a hundred years ago is apparent even from its market début product.

In 1928, BMW made an automotive leap, purchasing a car and military equipment manufacturing company; and thus began its foray into and its domination of the car industry. These are just some of the beauties it has produced over the years.

Before men started giving their cars affectionate names, they slung their belts around them!

In 1978, the now legendary M1 launched BMW’s exclusive high performance series. The capital M is now considered the ‘world’s most powerful letter’ and features not just in sports cars, as originally intended, but on coupés, convertibles and saloons. My name is Menaka. Don’t mess with me, I’ve got the world’s most powerful letter attached to my name! 😀

Even if you are not into cars, it would be difficult to leave the museum without being the slightest bit inspired by the achievements of this automotive behemoth.

Notting Hill Carnival 2011

The Notting Hill Carnival in London is the largest festival celebration of its kind in Europe. It has been held every August bank holiday since 1966, initially set up on a small scale by the West Indian community and latterly transforming itself to a full blown Caribbean carnival.

The carnival is one of the most vibrant in London, with colourful parades, booming music and swaying hips lining the streets of West London. It is a haven for budding photographers like me, as it provides an opportunity to capture the vivid colours, the people in grand costumes and the street celebrations that are the next best thing to the Rio De Janeiro Carnival …all at my very own backyard.

Being there amidst the crowds, I was transported back to my teenage years of witnessing the processions during Thaipusam, a Hindu festival that is celebrated every year by Hindus. It is characterised by the same vibrant colours, loud music, street dancing and food; but the difference lies in the fact that Thaipusam is a religious festival whereas the carnival is a cultural celebration.

It was quite amusing to note that not much has changed in the way I experience these processions in all these years. (I reckon that’s a good thing, because it means I’m still young at heart!) 😉 My disdain still exists for loud, booming music. I had to cover my ears when the lorries went past us, playing music so loud I bet they set new thresholds in the decibel scale. Back then, my cousins and I used to be surreptitiously on the lookout for cute guys (surreptitious because our parents used to be standing right next to us!), this time round my friend and I were (openly) eyeing well-sculpted, bare-chested men taking part in the processions! I still have a thing for roadside stalls, as there is something about munching while walking and having unlimited food supply every 100 metres! Sweet desserts used to dominate my palate during Thaipusam while it was sugar cane at the recent carnival. Back then we would religiously end our Thaipusam walkabout at the temple, whereas this time I ended our carnival walkabout after religiously taking some photos!

Here are some photos I took at the carnival.

What kind of a person are you?

“What kind of a person are you?” I’m sure you have come across many personality tests that aim to decipher the kind of person you are by asking a few questions and assessing your personality based on the answers you give.

Well, I’ve got one for you. But unlike all those long-winded personality tests, this one is simple…very simple, trust me! All I ask is “What kind of person are you?” Now pick your answer from the 13 choices below, then read further below to find out what it means to be the person you think you are. You can pick more than one answer, I don’t mind, as long as you don’t peek at the answers first. Good luck!

1. Shy

2. Proud

3. Amiable

4. Intellectual

5. Impudent

6. Sensitive

7.  Unfortunate

8. Dishonest

9. Grateful

10. Sadistic

11. Righteous

12. Honest

13. Clever

And here are the answers…prepare to be baffled…

1. Shy – One who farts, then blushes.

2. Proud – One who only likes the smell of his/her own fart.

3. Amiable – One who likes the smell of everyone’s fart.

4. Intellectual – One who can determine the smell of his/her neighbour’s dog’s fart.

5. Impudent – One who farts, then laughs out loud.

6. Sensitive – One who farts, then starts crying.

7.  Unfortunate – One who tries to fart but shits instead.

8. Dishonest – One who farts, then blames the dog.

9. Grateful – One who farts, then thanks God for being able to.

10. Sadistic – One who farts under the duvet, then covers his/her partner with it.

11. Righteous – One who farts, then gives a medical reason for it.

12. Honest – One who farts, then owns up to it before even anyone can smell it.

13. Clever – One who conceals his/her fart by laughing loudly when farting.

Facing failure…not!

Quacky gave his mum reason to believe he couldn't stand on his own two feet yet...

Hello reader! See the photo and caption above? Did it inspire you? Invoke tenderness? Did it provoke your thoughts: Who is that duck? What was it doing near the pond? What was going through its duck-mind? Did you laugh out loud when you read the caption? Did you feel envy, wishing that you could come up with catchy captions like that for your photos?  I can picture you, dear reader, nodding your head while reading this…I can. For I know I’ve snapped a photo, no, caught a moment, that might even make Steve Bloom do a double-take on this photo! *cough*

So imagine my shock, horror, bewilderment, when this very photo I submitted to the UKTV Eden photo competition for 2011 did not make it through the shortlist. Have you heard of such travesty? I know, it’s ridiculous! Well, let me take you through the kind of photos that made it through the shortlist, then you can check out the link if you want and cringe at the sheer injustice of it all.

The winner: A shot of a thistledown against the sunset.

I can almost hear you click your tongue in disapproval. Who shoots thistledown? (and gets a prize for that?!) Someone who can’t venture out further than their back garden? Tch! Where I come from, you probably use Roundup on it!

Second photo: King Penguins in Antarctica

If you had to choose, you’d probably go for this between the two. But compared to my photo, what is so special about this? Thousands of penguins just standing and looking at each other for lack of anything to do in the Antarctica. You know what…I think the photographer won this out of sympathy. I bet the blurb in his/her submission says he/she lost a finger from frostbite in the Antarctica…yada yada…

Third photo: Dolphin in the sea

This is going to be the last one I explain. I can’t take it anymore. I seriously hope this photo didn’t win third place. You can see a hint of a dolphin from the surface of the water. It’s so bad, I can’t even find anything to say other than it’s so bad!

Next year, I’m not going to bother with amateur photo competitions (you don’t want to win those, anyway). I’m going to target the Big Boys worthy of my photos: National Geographic. *cough*

Why Our Parents Put Us To Shame

Why Our Parents Put Us To Shame.

This is a good read! It reminds of the good ol’ days we grew up in: before the age of over-protectiveness and under-disciplining!

Family obsessions

You’re not a true Indian if you don’t have a handful of palmists, numerologists or astrologers in your extended family! I have the pleasure of having all three at varying levels of specialism both on the maternal and paternal side of the family. Mind you, none of them are professionals, but merely enthusiasts in these fields. Not a family gathering goes by without someone wanting to read your palm or theorising that your name has been spelt wrongly and therefore you are doomed for disaster in your life.

“If only my name had been spelt as ‘Mieraa’ instead of ‘Meera’, things might have been quite different in my life” my cousin would say, and by a furtive glance at her parents hint that they are to blame for her lukewarm life. (yes dear reader, now you know why there are some Indians with very strangely spelt names hanging around – blame the numerologists!) Meera is a self-confessed numerology geek and has even converted her family and other relatives into believing numerology writes your destiny. Many newborn nephews and nieces have been christened with names with complicated spellings, thanks to Meera, or should I say ‘Mieraa’, in case she’s reading this!

The family’s affiliation with all things esoteric does not end there. I have two uncles who are palmists. One uncle, Krishnan, picked up the skill after reading many palmistry books. The other uncle Nantha, oddly inherited the gift, along with a sixth sense after being involved in a near-death accident that kept him in a coma for weeks. This one I am quite wary of as he is capable of reading your mind and telling you your deepest secrets! Uncle Nantha can predict your future better than any trained astrologer I know. He doesn’t even need an astrology book or astrology software on the computer to refer to. Of course, not everything he says has come true, but there is a degree of accuracy that can be quite disturbing. He has accurately predicted births, marriages, separations and he even accurately predicted my brother would be stomped by an elephant. No, just kidding, though once upon a time I wished an elephant would smother my brother’s face with its arse as he was such a pain in the… arse!

I have two other uncles who don’t make major decisions or purchases without consulting the Indian Almanac. By now, you are probably thinking that I have lunatics for a family, but I assure you, the rest of them are alright! Why planetary positions would have an effect on the things you buy, I have no idea, but I think it has something to do with the vibrations at the time you purchase something. It’s based on the gravitational theory that all mass have a force on another mass, and just as one planet has a force on another planet, it also has a force on us as we are beings with mass. And this force can be either positive or negative.

I must say that I have more faith in astrology than in numerology or palmistry. Astrologers have in the past predicted events in my life with scary accuracy, but unfortunately it’s mostly the bad things that end up being true! Indian astrology can be so accurate that it even accurately predicts your age when you die. Both my parents passed away at exactly the age some astrologer predicted their death. (by the way, I don’t know when I’ll die and I intend to keep it that way!!)

Numerology on the other hand, I just don’t understand – especially when it comes to counting the numbers the letters in your name add up to – and determining your fate based on it. I think numerology that assesses your birth date and year of birth can be quite accurate when it comes to predicting your character and physical countenance, though I’m not sure what use it is to go around assessing someone’s character when you could do that anyway after spending some time with the person. Perhaps it serves a purpose for those who seek arranged marriages, although these days even those with perfect matches end up separating. But let me move on – it’s not the bone I want to pick. My displeasure is with the numerology related to names: how could an Indian’s name spelt with Latin-based letters carve your fate in stone? After all if you are an Indian, whether your name is spelt ‘Meera’ or ‘Mieraa’, it would be spelt the same way in Tamil, or Hindi, or in any other Indian script. So what does it matter how it is spelt in English? Besides, a lot of Indians name their children according to the sounds that are harmonious with their astrological birth charts. Meera’s parents, for example, gave her that name because her astrological birth chart was harmonious with the sounds ‘Ma’ or ‘Mi’ and they chose a name that started with ‘Mi’. And what about Westerners? Take eminent and successful westerners like Bill Gates or Tony Blair: did their parents consult numerologists before naming them? Or did their names coincidentally add up to their lucky number? It’s a weak case, isn’t it this numerology of names! Cue Indians stop giving your kids weirdly spelt names!

Now to palmistry. I know some palmists predict events in your life that can be quite accurate, but I find that palmistry refers to the ‘now’ and the ‘near future’ of your life and your aspirations at the time of reading. My uncle Krishnan looked at my palm when I was 11 and said I would grow up and become a doctor. I was so happy when he said that, as that was exactly what I had wanted to be. Unfortunately, his prediction did not become a reality.

Why are we Indians so obsessed with these three things? I think it is because a lot of Indians believe in karma and that our past lives shape our present, and that our lives are predestined. Or maybe it’s curiosity. Or maybe we are afraid of failure.
Whatever it is, funny enough, I think the answer to life does lie in palmistry: that your fate is in YOUR hands.