Safar and Soch

Happy Republican Day

2012-01-26T21:04:00.001+05:30

I woke up in the morning with the loud voice of a speaker playing a well known and an everlasting patriotic song "Yeh Desh hai veer jawano ka.". The very first thing that hit my mind was, wow it is a national holiday and I do not have to wake up at 8 o'clock and rush to the office right away. I can stay on my bed as long as I want.

Time moved on and several loud speakers started yelling the same old songs. It was similar to all radio channels started playing the same song and you do not have a choice but to listen to it until and unless one of them took a chance to change the theme of the day.

It is the Indian Republic day. 63 years back, on the same day our constitution came into force and the Indian people got their rights and freedom in their hands which were in British empress hands. Most sections of the constitutions were taken from the British constitution. Dr Ambedkar and Sardarpatel were instrumentalist of our constitution.

Due to the increasing intensities of loud speakers’, it was nearly impossible to nullify the voice of the speakers showing patriotism for first and last time in this year. (Once in a year is still better than never.) To please their parents, children were singing patriotic song and praising Bharat ma. Patriotism was in the air just outside my balcony door and I was trying to find ways to keep this air away from my room. But all the efforts were in vain and I had to give up my sleep.

After few moments one society, whose ground is visible from my balcony, hosted the Tiranga and flag hosting was preceded with the chants of our awesome national anthem, written by Bankim Da, “Jan Man Gan…” Our anthem brought me on my feet and it gave me a momentary satisfaction of being an Indian.

Momentary, why was it momentary? Moment of satisfaction was preceded by the moment of dissatisfaction. I was happy at one moment but at very next moment gloom shaded my happiness. Then an inner struggle started to figure out the reason behind such contradictions in mind.

These contradictions are usual for every Indian who loves his country. Whenever we talk about governance, policies, people, roads, buildings, infrastructures, securities, education, economy, business, industry, growth and more, we talk about their negatives. Even if we try to figure out the positives, we end up finding a thousand negatives in compare to a few positives. It is more than 65 years when British people left Indians but still we blame them for our current miseries. In any patriotic event, we curse them as if they are still holding our chords and making us act like a puppet

In 65 years our governance has not improved a bit. Government still introduces policies to widen or exploit the differences of different segments of society. Corruption is still looming. Growth is part of minor segment of society whereas other bigger segment has been neglected completely. In those gloomy moments I could have found other reasons to hate India more.

On the contrary I started wondering is this all I got from India. Not really, I know why I stood up on my feet to acknowledge the respect for my country. It was not all because of miseries around me but it was due to the respect for my country. I respect my country because it has given me struggling powers, indisputably it has taught me to fight, it has given me morality, and it has given me the combined understanding of hundreds of cultures. What else do I need to live my life? A human being does not need luxury to live the life happily. All he needs is the knowledge and fighting powers. All these qualities are pumped into us by our inheritance, culture, and society then our country deserves a huge respect from us.

There are problems everywhere and I had been part of theseproblems in one way or another. Sometimes I have faced them, sometimes I havecreated them and most of the times I have exploited them so should I blame thegovernment for leaving those loopholes or should I try to take right path andask others to follow the same?

Koi bhi Desh perfect nahi hota, use prefect banana padta hai.

Vibha Diary: First Meeting

2012-01-10T00:33:00.000+05:30

After joining Vibha, we started receiving mails regarding a team meeting. Vibha members were planning to meet on the coming weekend at a CCD in Koremanagala. Meeting was called to decide the calendar of the next month. Mr. Ashish confirmed his gracious presence in the meeting and decided to drag me in with him. After his confirmation he received a call from Venky who summarized Vibha's work and methodologies. At the end, Venky made sure to invite us for the meeting as an introductory session for Ashish and me.

Without resisting much, I accompanied Ashish. As we did not want to leave bad impression in the first meeting so we reached before time and waited other members to join us. Other folks were late due to traffic chaos in Bangalore. Within sometime few members, including Venky, arrived

Though things were little off track but Venky, without losing much time, summed up everything about Vibha. In his short introductory speech, he introduced us with the history, objective, functionary, and work in India. He told us about the organization structure and heads. He was not shy about narrating the reason of choosing CCD over any Vibha’s office.

This was my first visit to CCD and I was not aware of different kind of coffees available. So I ordered the cheapest one. Rest expected folks joined us within some time and we started planning for the next month and it was decided to conduct at-least one event, in continuation with the previous events, in Hope School.

This event included entertaining the kids, knowledge sharing and promoting moral and social ideologies to kids so it was necessary to plan according to their grasping powers and understanding capabilities. Before I joined Vibha, other volunteers had conducted 2-3 successful events and this proposed event was for kids who were studying in 5th standard.

In the mean time our coffee arrived. Everyone got their coffees. Some were cold rest others were hot; some had chocolates others had cookies and so on. I expected my coffee to be as tempting as others but waiter shattered all my dreams of tempting coffee. He brought a small cup with some black substance i.e. espresso. In-spite of not getting as tempting coffee, I was still hoping for some milk so requested waiter to bring some milk which he denied with courtesy and weird smile. All others were enjoying their coffee whereas I was staring at my cup. I emptied 3-4 sachets of sugar and somehow finished the sweet poison without seeking much attention.

This meeting lasted over an hour and we concluded this meeting after deciding the agenda for the next meeting. Each of us had to come up with innovative gaming ideas for the kids, try to bring in more ideas on table to make event more interesting, propose something better in snacks and last but not the least the gifts for the games. After that we all paid our shares and moved back.

This meeting set the tone for both of us. We were excited and happy with the idea of doing something real.

So stay tuned for next meeting and further updates.

Let me capture fleeting 2011

2011-12-30T21:08:00.000+05:30

So here it is, December 31st 2011. I quit my job on November 4, 2010 and started the year 2011 started with lots of expectations, speculations and desires. Year 2011 started with the following expectations.

1. I had expected to face at-least one thunderstorm in winters. In every newspaper an article was dedicated to report the number of causalities due to cold waves and the decrease in the temperature in Delhi. So due to adverse and rapid effects of Global warming, I had expected fiercer winters this year.
2. Another expectation of 2011 was to confront a dust storm in summers. As I had moved closer to the deserts (Mind it Rajasthan is not far from Delhi), so dust storm is a realistic expectation. Newspapers in Bangalore and scientific discoveries related to global warming used to indicate many dust storms in peak summers in NCR.
3. This was a new company for me, so I had expected lot of new challenges for me. Okay, do not take me wrong but really I had expected at-least a couple of foreign trips. Work does not pose any challenge but cooking, washing clothes and utensils, sweeping and rest could have kept me at edge of the cliff in pardesh.
4. This year started with the agenda of completing and moving to the new house at my home town.
5. Finding a girl was another big task for people around me. Everyone contributed in this task. Whether they were my relatives or colleagues or friends or brother or my maid all of them contributed significantly to find a girl for me.
PS: I do not want to mention few other blunders.

2011 just fleeted, I did not even realize when a month passed, then another and finally 12 months just sped away and became the past. Though I did not achieve anything significant but I am 1 year older and wiser (Do not argue. Let’s assume it). I had wasted (optimistically -> Enjoyed) my evening in playing TT and badminton. I wasted (optimistically -> Invested ) lot of money in buying books to showcase my bookshelves to people but none of my friends even noticed this. I wasted (There is no optimistic synonym to it) my weekends in travelling to my native place for no good reasons. Amidst all this chaos year 2011 vanished. My achievements of this year can be counted on finger tips. Few important events are the following.
1. I had visited 3 places in this complete year.
a. Agra.
b. Aurangabad and Ellora caves
c. Ranila, Jain pilgrimage.
2. Our mansion is 90% completed, so my parents can move to our new house soon.
3. Most unexpectedly, I was appreciated first time in my career for my work ;).
4. I have read lot of novels so my count has increased significantly and along with that my reading and writing speed has increased a little in compared to last year.

Okay, that is all, I could not remember anything more. Shhhh disappointing, is not it? I should not be disappointed so much as number of achievements remains same every year. Every uncompleted task will be carried forward to next year and give heads up in the new year.
So I think following will be 2012’s expectations.
1. Weather Front
a. I am still waiting for Thunderstorm to shiver my body.
b. I think for dust storm I have to visit desert once otherwise I might have to wait little longer.
2. Shopping spree
a. Mummy kept asking me to buy some gold, so she might persuade me this time… Shhhh…. Moms na…
b. Someone might push me to buy a car.
c. A House/Flat is in my list for sure.
3. Personal Front
a. It might not feature in my aims but my Marriage is the aim for everyone related to me.
b. Yeah my mansion will surely be over next year end. (Suri and Amit ghar poora ho hi jayega salon)
c. I would like to visit at-least 5-6 places this year.
4. Professional Front
a. At-least one foreign trip. Work pressure will remain same this year as well. So I do not need to worry about work.

Hmmm, I hope I will be able to do everything listed above and keep everyone happy in next year. I am really happy with the way this year has gone. I lived and enjoyed life a lot and I expect to enjoy the next year as well.

HAPPY NEW YEARS FRIENDS, Hope this year will bring more smile on your faces and cheers in your life.

It matters when wait is longer

2011-12-30T00:25:00.000+05:30

Papa called me up and his tone of speaking was not as usual. For a long time he is been quite busy and stressed due to amount of work in recent past. Our house is under construction for past ten months and it is not completed yet so He remains busy to make sure none of the workers rests. His tension increases when he thinks none of his sons are married yet and, top of all this, one call from his SDM exaggerates his tensions. Rest other family commitments and tensions make his life more miserable. So his tone was not usual for me.

Most of the times, he calls me to consult or ask something. This time it was different, his voice was cheerful. He broke the news of his promotion after small chit chat. Yeah, my dad got promoted. He has been promoted to Girdhavar(One who manages Patwaris) from Patwari (Lekhpal) and he is a gazetted officer now.

Sahi Mein Bahut Khush hain Pa

I am really happy for him. I have seen him working on one post for past 25 years. First he worked in Irrigation department, and then he was moved to revenue department without any promotion which increased his burdens. In 25 years of his service, he got continuous increments but his work and burden kept increasing but government does not promote people so frequently so his promotion was out of question.

This promotion is quite important for him and for all of us. Papa will get some rest from his field work and he will have lesser things to worry. In my five years career, I have already got two promotions and I never felt proud of it but when I heard about Papa's promotion, a feeling of proud ran through my blood. I was as happy as him and I can breathe a little as I have to worry about him little lesser.

PS: My dad was little unhappy also, as instead of getting salary increment, his allowance will decrease and hence the salary as well.

Vibha Diary: Search for an NGO

2011-12-27T00:32:00.000+05:30

I had been thinking to join a social group, but I was lazy enough to type "NGO in Bangalore"@Google, so joining such a group was just a dream. Though the fuel was always there but the medium to burn the fuel was not available. People in office had lots of different reasons to join an NGO. My office used to support an NGO and my colleagues used to visit the place once a while, but I never took any interest in supporting these workers and their causes.

After 3 years one room-mate left and Ashish came to Bangalore with the fuel and the burning power. Once a while in our inconclusive discussions, we had discussed about joining an NGO and "GIVE SOMETHING BACK TO THE SOCIETY". I was never too sure if I was really inspired to do something like this but as usual we made statements and forgot them after the discussion. But one such discussion clanged to Ashish's mind and our heated and in-depth discussion provided him the inspiration to do something which I dreamt for last 3 years i.e. TYPE "NGO in Bangalore" in Google and enter.

He did not disclose any results of his search but went somewhere on the same weekend. After returning back he told about NGO. This NGO was for dogs, something like PETA. People at this NGO were working for a good DOG life. Ashish was supposed to assist a team which would catch all the stray dogs from the streets and take them to a safer place. Though I am not an animal lover and I argue with people who fight for animal's cause (Quite frankly, they are also assisting but ….). People argue when human cannot be trusted then why not love someone who can be trusted i.e. Dog. Why do we even trust our family, our relatives, our friends and people around us? People say animals cannot speak, cannot demand and cannot hit back then that it is our responsibility to feed them and take care of them. Okay, there are a lot more humans who are living life very similar to this, why not work for them. I know, there are lots of people against my ideology but is it not worth to work for humanity or to work for people similar to you who need help just like the animals. If we all reach a level where humans are not in need then in such society we can think of uplifting the standard of animals not until someone, like us, is in pain.

Anyways Ashish and I again had in-depth discussion about the importance of social work and preferences and somehow I convinced him. Though it was difficult for me to change his thoughts but this time our discussion reached to a conclusive end. So he searched again to find an NGO for children.

Within half an hour we registered for an NGO called VIBHA, which works for underprivileged children. This NGO supports various organizations across the country, mainly in south India. This organization provides financial assistance to other organizations which work for children born with lesser privileges and higher expectations. These organizations try to bring in more children under the radar to improve their current and future life.

Vibha working for under Privilege Children

I was not yet fully sure if I would like to continue this NGO but there are few reasons which might have impacted my decision.

1. Ashish pushed me a lot to join so that we both can go support each other for the cause.

2. MBA was much awaited future for me, so I wanted to add something in my resume to increase its worth.

3. Lots of girls join NGOs so …...

4. I had lot of time on weekends, so wanted to enjoy my time than wasting it in home.

But all stated reasons were secondary as I wanted to join some group where I might not be able to make a difference but can contribute towards the cause and assist people who are trying hard to make a difference.

More to continue…

Perfume - A story of murderer

2011-12-21T00:23:00.001+05:30

Perfume, A story of murderer, started with a lean and weak guywhose hands and legs were cuffed. The guy seemed in ease but the uproar outsidethe prison demonstrated the weirdness of the story. People werescreaming, shouting, stoning. They were having axes, weapons and woodenarticles to kill the culprit. Soon the Prisoner was brought in balcony among ahigher uproar and shouting of giving him the instant capital punishment but hispunishment was read to people there and narrator travels in the past to tell ushis past.

A child was born withextra-ordinary capabilities that could smell good or bad, stench or perfume. Hecould recognize any scent irrespective of the distance of the source. He couldsmell dust, water, rock, stone, frog, iron, rotten rat and human body. Therewas not any smell which was hidden from him. Every day he encountered newsmells and added them to the list of known smells without even knowing theirsource.

One day he smelled somethingextraordinary and became hysterical about it. He started looking the source ofsuch marvelous smell. It was a gal. He followed her without followingconducts and manners of society and under some unstated circumstances hemanaged to kill the gal. He did not stop here, like an animal he smelled herbody without any notion of pain or fear in his eyes. He wanted to preserve thissmell desperately but he was helpless.

Soon he found one old perfumerwho might know the trick of preserving the smell. He created lots of newperfumes for the old perfumer and in return he asked oldie to teach him the wayto preserve any smell. Old guy passed his trick to the protagonist but it didnot suffice. With this trick the boy could not preserve the smell of iron, dustand animal body. So Old man suggested him to visit Rome city to learn otherpreserving mechanisms.

On the way to city, the boyrealized he was odorless. He was different from people, living andnon-living things. So he determined to find his own odor. He reached to thecity and started finding new way of preserving the smell.

He found one and story ofmurders started from here. Hekilled one gal and tried preserving her smell but failed miserably in thistechnique. He learned another way and tried it on different gal and succeededthis time. Here started the spree of murders. Most 13 beautiful gals of thecity were his victims and their smells were stored in different containers.Killer was merciless and inattentive and was committed to his duties. He workedlike a messenger sent on earth to take beauties back to heavens.

With these 13 smells he createda perfume which was unique and exemplary; and he decided to use thisperfume as his own odor and rest of the story should be kept secret.

I have tried my best to keepsecrets; everything written above has an explanation in movie. I liked themovie a lot due to its unusual theme, direction, and pace of the movie. Therewas a sequence of 10 minutes which bored me a little but in all movie is mustwatch. At each step I was waiting for next step of the psychopath.

Thank You Sir

2011-12-09T10:06:00.001+05:30

As soon as I wake up on a working day; two questions pop into my mind. First is"When will maid arrive?" and another is "Will there be hugetraffic at under pass?" Maid does not concern me much but trafficchaos@underpass is a big pain in ass.

Under pass, what isthis under pass and why is it so crucial on weekdays?

As name suggests itis a way, under National Highway 24, which connects Indirapuram society Ghaziabadand Noida Sector 62. Day by day sky scrapping are inaugurating, no offlats are increasing, more people are moving, and prosperity in thearea is booming. With each wealthy individual a four wheeler vehicle is addingto the huge list of already existing vehicles. So in the morning number ofvehicles, traveling to Noida Sector 62, is huge and this number isincreasing day by day.

The concernedUnderpass is barely enough to provide comfortable pass for two vehicles at a timeand the road is filled with digs. Bumpy and small road makes life troublesomefor people. So this pass works as a nerve which dampens the blood flow andincreases the chances of heart attack i.e. traffic Jam.

The completeproblem is not the underpass, but the impatience of individuals living in thelocality. In general, to cross the pass, people create a line which keepsthings in order. But there are people (XXX i.e. lot of slang tothem), who do not understand the moral responsibility and instead of followingthe unforced but moral rules, break self imposed regulations to initiate theproblem. These stupid people do not even act stupidly but also they provokepeople who were following the order and it becomes chaos within few minutes.Few individuals get advantage from their heinous act but rest other peoplehave to face the consequences. Sometime it takes 25-30 minutes oftime to cross 500 meters.

People need guidance,a law, a regulator or a helper to demonstrate them the right path. This passfound one volunteer. One guy, who neither belongs to any law enforcementdepartment nor any social group nor travels from this underpass, regulates thestupid people from initiating the chaos, He slaps an auto Driver, he shouts atRickshaw driver, he guides the four wheeler driver to the correct lane, andsometime he routes stupid folks to NH24. Police, standing there, enjoy theintelligence and determination of this volunteer but their intellectual lackthe capabilities of managing the underpass in such an efficient manner. Thisguy, with whole lot of muscles, mustaches and body fit sleeveless T-Shirt,looks like an army man. Once people see him standing in front of pass they themselvesunderstand the order.

He shouts and Suggests people to behave as a human instead cattle.

He has earned arespect, an admiration and a lot of thanks from each selfish individual.Everyday people hope to see him at underpass. If he is not there it means youlost 20 minutes of your time to solve the Underpass riddle.

I do not know hisname, his designation. I do not know where he stays. I do not know what he doesfor earning. I do not know where he disappears on some specific days. I do not knowwhy he is doing all this for society. But I appreciate his work every day whilepassing the underpass.

I never got guts toask him his name, designation, place of living. I never got guts to stepdown from my auto and tell him we all are very thankful for his work, time andcharity. I found this platform i.e. my blog(Read by least number of people onearth) much safer and less humiliating to acknowledge the work of an individualto whole Indirapuram locality. He must feel proud and twist hismustache looking into one's eye to tell his role in the lives of others.

Hats off to yousir. Once again thank you very much for managing the underpass and saving ourasses from our bosses.

Curious case of Ramayana

2011-11-11T13:19:00.001+05:30

In childhood we were refrained from arguing, criticizing or analyzing the incidents/stories illustrated or said or taught to us. We believed such stories/incidents with at most respect instead authenticating the roots of the story. Most of these stories were interesting and catchy for a raw mind and due to such impacting nature of these stories, these stories were settled in our mind.

Each childhood story had two extreme ends. Daemons, bad guy, who will try to rule the world in improper manners. These bad people will harm people, promote injustice in society and provoke many other inhumanly acts. At another end of the string was Gods, good guy, who will finish the daemon to restore justice, truth, and humanity. Almost 99% part of the stories would demonstrate devil power and at the end a God would overpower devils who were equipped with enormous powers.

In our childhood these stories were written to manipulate our trust, to exploit our fear and carelessness. Restrictionswere imposed on us at the name of religion. We were blinded by the hot rod ofreligion.

Though I am not quite familiar with otherstories but, thanks to television, incident of Ramayana and Mahabharata arequite fresh in my mind. As Mahabharata is quite near to realities (Humancharacteristics) so I am bringing up questions, related to Ramayana, which disturbme most of the times.

Why do wehave Ramayana? Why was it composed altogether?

When Lord Vishnu wanted to kill Raavan, why didhe not kill Raavan in the same way he killed other devils? Why did he not choose his fastforward incarnations to kill Ravana? Why did he choose a war which costed lot of lives, money and time? Whether it was Hiranyakashyap or Pritikshit, Vishnureincarnated just for one day and saved the world just in one day. Hekilled Hiranyakashyap as a Narsimha, Pritikshit as Bona Pandit and hedistributed Amrit as Mohini. Then why did he reincarnate as a normal human beingto suffer from earthly pain to demolish another devil?

DidRamayana justify Vishnu’s incarnation as a human?

Even Ram, rebirth of Vishnu, was a human beingbut writer could not justify it. He left many loopholes to showRam more than a human. As per the author everything was well thought and wellset before he could take first step on earth. Among many loop holes few were

1. Hanuman was planned to meet Ram to assist him in his search.

2. Sugreev was planned to roam around in forest so that he could meetRam.

3. Jamvant was assigned the task to enlighten Hanuman about hispower.

4. A traitor was sent to Ravana's home.

5. Raavan was cursed to not touch any woman though he was allowed todrag any woman into his flying machine.

Do not you think, Ram did not live perfect human life.Gods, super Gods kept assisting him in each and every step. This incarnationcan be termed as buggy as it did not depict Ram either God or human.

Assuming Vishnu reincarnated himself to depictthe suffering of human being and to show case the right attitude/path/directionin adverse situations, there were few things which were not written@humanityfront.

Why did Kaikayichose 14 years for exile? Why did she not choose life time exile for Ram?

How did it help her cause? Did she want to seeher son to sit on throne just for few specific years? Because she knew once Ram isback, he should be handed over the state's charge as he was eldest brother ofall. Then she should have asked for lifelong exile to erase any possibility ofdethroning his son.

Why did Ram let hisfather die?

Even though Dashrath did not accept Kaikayi's demand thenwhy did Ram accept these demands? Even though Ram knew his father would die buthe chose Rajput Dharma over his father. Which is prior? I think father, whohas taken his care for years, should not be left behind to die.

Why did Ram take Sitawith her?

Ram could have avoided Sita from his own suffering but he choseotherwise. Did he reduced his own suffering by taking her as a companion or wasshe 'hukm ka ikka' for God’s plan or wasRam weak enough to sustain the strain of forest?

Why Laxman?

Next comes Laxman who acceptable exile with no logicalreasons without his own wife. First of all, why did he suffer the pain offorest? Why did he not take his wife along with Sita? She(Urmila) would have beenSita's better companion and Laxman would not have discarded from worldlypleasures.

Did Ram n companysurvived on vegetarian food in forest?

As per the Ramayana, Ram and company lived on fruits androots during his exile. If it was true then why did Sita need the golden deerso desperately? Was not it another misconception or confusion created by interpretershere? Ram was kshtriya and he followed his Kshtriya path rigorously then whydid he change his eating behavior?

Why did Ram kill Balifrom a hidden place?

Why did not he face and kill him. Ramayana says Bali used tosuck 50% strength of the opponent. Is this not the incorrect and unethical behavior? If this is the right human behaviour then we all, following Ramayana, should not carewhile deceiving someone else.

Why did they need to constructa bridge?

How much time would it have taken to construct the bridge on100 miles? It was huge efforts and times involved. Why did Ram not take Hanuman’shelp to carry all the monkeys by aerial route? It might have solved theissue faster.

Why did Ram ask AgniPariksha from Sita?

Did we hindus not acknowledge it as a torture on females?Why was a female counterpart asked to prove herself? Ram also stayed few yearsaway from her and knew lot of ladies in between, cannot someone(Any Pandit or Sita herself) ask him toprove himself. Was not it another display of disparity between 2 importantgenders of society?

On what grounds wasSita sent to forest again?

Once they moved back to Ayodhya, everything was perfectlyfine. But one day one messenger saw a washer man cursing his wife and cursingRam to accept Sita after living in some else’s house for so many years. Afterhearing this Ram decided to send his better half to Jungle. This incidentcreated lot of questions in mind.

1. Was thisthe first time someone had made such derogatory comment?

2. Wasmessenger stupid enough to communicate this stupid comment to the emperor?

3. Was notthere any hierarchy where some intelligent people could refrain messenger fromdelivering such comment at the hour of washer man’s rage?

4. Was itnecessary to keep public and private life so open to world or Was Ram not ableto convince himself about purity of his own wife?

5. Was Ramlooking for some chance to throw his dear wife away because she was a dirtyspot in his public image?

Possibly there may be not any of the reason but is not thissomething which made you rethink about the condition of female protagonist. Shehad faced all the adversity of the world and still she never got chance to liveher as an empress. Was this the right attitude toward a specific gender in RamRajya?

Significance and process of Ashvamedha yagna has been altered in Ramayana. As perthe other information available this yagna was to sacrifice the horse aftercompletion of the yagna whereas our altered epic tells about releasing thehorse after yagna is completed.

Anyways I am not saying every story needs to be perfectwithout any humanly mistakes but when a story has such a huge significance then it has to be nearly perfect, otherwise society may lead to wrong directions. We should question our epics to make them better andbring them next to perfect. When epics were written they were perfect, thenthey evolved, modified, tweaked and currently we are following the tweakedversions of those stories. Let’s put across our questions and tryto achieve the near perfect epic back to stores.

PS: This blog is medium to understand some mysterious circumstances or find answers of unasked questions, Influencing or hurting religious sentimentsare not the intentions here.
PS1: Deepika Ji was my favourite actress at the time of Ramanand Sagar's Ramayan.

Aurangabad Trip -> Manjiri's Shadi - Day 2

2011-10-13T22:42:00.001+05:30

Two days were passed within a blink of the eye and it was the third day of my small vacations. Day 3 started quite early. People woke me up at 7AM and none of the rooms were empty so I had to give my sweet sleep up. Though office's work was still troubling me (I do not have have much work in general but the week before my vacations was exceptional for me) but I had to care about more important things i.e. to get ready, have breakfast and if time permits then click few photos.

Vinay and Manjiri, who were looking magnificent in Marathi attires, were ready for to kick off the day. They were sitting next to the havan kund for the next round of Pooja.

The Bride.

Pandit Ji was chanting mantras. Along with his chanting, he was efficient enough to provide instructions, mostly in sign language, to the couple and the couple was following these instructions religiously. This mantro-uchcharan(chanting of the mantras) continued for four hours. Sitting in-front of nasty smoke for four hours was another incentive of marriage to the couple. Lot of rashms were completed in these hours but I could recall Mangal Sutra and pheres only.

Vinay is ready with Mangal Sutra. The Most important tradition of Hindu Marriages

After the pooja, couple took some rest before reception party. Reception took another 3 hours but even after in visible pain and tiredness both of them handled and welcomed all relatives and friends in enthusiastic manner. Neither Manjiri nor Vinay showed even one ounce of frustration or pain in standing at stage for so long.

Manjiri and Vinay@Reception

After the reception ceremony guests had the lunch and there were few more customs before calling the day off. After another short break, the tired couple was on the roll again. It was time for Kanya-Dan (Where all the relative of the girl release themselves from her responsibilities and delegate those responsibilities to her husband).

Kanyadan process

Kanya-dan was lengthier than kanya-dan in north Indian marriages. Once the Kanya-Dan was over, it was time for the girl's departure i.e. Vidai which, I think, is the saddest part of a marriage. ( In my childhood I always had one question, why does girl need to go? Why can't the guy can stay with the gal's family? Ham bhi khush vo bhi khush.) Everyone was heart broken and had wet eyes but none had the powers(rights now :) ) to stop Manjiri. After saying good bye to each and every one Manjiri and rest other baratis boarded the bus and left. We folks collected our stuffs and traveled back to home. This is how I spent my third day of my vacations, starting the day at high and ending it at low.

Next day was scheduled for Ajanta and Ellora Caves and my return to NCR.

Heart Beats of India - Trains @ Indian Railways

2011-09-30T01:25:00.001+05:30

Indian Railways, Department undertaking of GOI overseen by the Ministry of Railways, has 113,617 Kms tracks and 7083 stations spread across the Indian subcontinent. 30 million passengers use IR everyday and 1.36M employees work for it. It is the 4th largest railway network in the world. It was one among the few positives of the East India Company. Britons proposed railway network in 1832 and since then it has been serving the masses of India. IR trains have been the most convenient transportation medium for people in India.

Indian Railways' success should be attributed to its relationship with all categories of our society. Most of us travel with Indian Railways in different sorts of compartments. A train, part of IR, contains five sorts of compartments. General bogie, a mean to travel cheap economically, physically and mentally, is for poor people. People having meager pays choose general compartments to travel. Sleeper class is meant for middle-poor class. People of this class enjoy restricted luxury (A sound sleep in natural air instead of AC). 3rd Tier AC compartment is used by people who wish to pay additional money to travel in a hassle-free environment. These compartments are generally filled by middle class or salaried class families. Next class of compartments are the 2nd tier AC, which are filled with middle-rich family. Last but not the least, 1st tier AC compartments are filled with rich and elite people of India. Apart from all these compartments, trains run with one of the most important compartment i.e. the pantry which provides tasty food (We all love it, is not it?) for all the people traveling.

Every train journey is a unique experience. These experiences are sometimes sweet, neutral at times and bitter rest of the times, better to say most of the times. Overwhelming chaos, chattering, pollution, and huge crowd, across all the stations, trains and ticketing windows, make the travel inconvenient and painful.

I have traveled in 3 types of compartments i.e. 3rd AC, Sleeper and General and based on my past experiences I may not like to travel in general compartments (most inconvenient) any more but I feel these are the most lively compartments. I know it is childish but there are solid reasons supporting my childish statement.

AC compartments are reserved by people who have some etiquette and reservations. Either People, traveling in these compartments, do not wish to talk or their discussions are way far from understanding of a common man. Things that interest them, i.e. economy, history, books, and jobs, do not flatter a common man.

People, in AC compartments, do not like intruders who can be problematic to the comfort so they keep their mind clear of not sharing the seats with anyone else. Along with all these comforts if you are lucky, then you can find some girls sitting next to your seat without their parents. So all in all AC compartments provide hassle free travel with few boring people. If you want to spend 24 hours in boring travel then be it's guest and pray to god to not hitting a seat next to few uncles and aunts.

Sleeper class receives people who are stuck due to non-availability of either tickets or money. When these two ends(Less Ameer and Less garib) end up sharing the same compartment then it takes plenty of time to break the ice. In sleeper class discussions are not as boring as in AC. People in sleeper class talk about sports, movies, songs, religions and superstitions. Cricket is ever green and the most discussed topic over here. Religions and superstitions are the second most discussed topic there. People share stories about ghosts, bad dreams and temples where blood thirsty souls find peace. Discussion about films and songs are rear and limited to young people. People in these compartments do not discourage intruders much and share their own seats with these intruders. All in all sleeper class is neither much interesting nor much convenient.

Let’s talk about the most evergreen, lively, and interesting compartments of a train. General bogie reflects most of the India. It has people who belong to different social statuses, castes, religions, and regions. These people try to figure out a way to make their journey a little better for the people who are suffering most. People in these compartments have the appetite to accommodate passengers 2-3 times of its original capacity. There is a fight for everything. Sometimes to enter the compartment; Sometimes to save yourself from falling back; sometimes not able to balance the body on one toe; Sometime to settle at gate; Sometimes to escape from sharing the bench with four additional passengers. Toilets in the general compartments are additional incentives on top of all other human problems.

Even after so many problems, these compartments are the most entertaining compartments of the train. People are not sophisticated, knowledgeable and literate much but they are curious. They do not talk about businesses, sports, films, money and economics. They talk about dances (Some chammak challo dance in some movie), salvation, love, girls, families, ghosts, problems, travels and places. Most of the discussions primarily revolve around human characteristics which anyone and everyone can understand. Striking the chords with anyone is simple. Within 5-6 hours you will know all about a person's family, business, and reason of traveling, receiver at platform, return date and lot more.

I remember a small conversation between a sage and few fellow passengers. The sage was dragging shots from his chillam and he was releasing the smoke in the compartment. One guy got frustrated and started confronting the saint, whereas few others joined to wrestle with Shiv devotee saint.

Guy 1: Bharat mein sadhu banke bas ganja peena hi dharm ho gaya hai, sharm to ati nahi. (In India, Sage do not have anything to do other than dragging, shameless people.)
Sadhu: Yeh to sambhu ka Prasad hai beta, beta ek baar pi fir dekh tujhe khud bhole dikhenge. (It is Shankar bhagwan's prasadam, try it and you will find him.)
Guy 2: Han baba sahi bol rahe ho. Apka to koi dharm nahi hamara bhi bhrast kar rahe ho.(Yeah, yeah, you do not follow any religion, but do not spoil us)
Sage: Sambhu peete hain, yeh to Moksha ka darwaja hai beta. (It is way to salvation.)
Guy1: Baba, moksha ise peene se milta to sab tum jaise ho gaye hote. (That is why you are here waiting for salvation.)
Sage: Beta moksha aise hi milege. (Accept it, it is the only way to meet Shiva.)

The conversation which was started to persuade the sadhu but did not end and it kept changing paths from one to another character/god. The Sadhu and passengers started discussing moh, maya, ramayan, and mahabharat. It looked like entire wisdom of the world was resting next to my seat. All of a sudden people, who were behaving like retards (before settling down), started behaving professors of philosophy, mythology and history. Everyone started telling truths of the world.

Now you know why general class is great and interesting. People facing so many problems get the time to laugh, share and advice. To watch the real face of India, travel in general compartment for once in life time. You will realize the beauty and beast of railways. If you are lucky these people will persuade you to join sanyaas as well ;)

An Enchanting Love Letter

2011-09-23T10:44:00.001+05:30

I was studying in class 11th in Sarkari/bada school (Sarkari because it was funded by government and bada(Large/Big/Huge) because it was the largest school in my village). At the start of the session, tables and chairs were assigned to us. Within a month, or two, tables and chairs yah to langadi looli ho gayi yah fir allah miyan ko pyari ho gayi (were either handicapped or broken into pieces) and the remaining wooden pieces were thrown into junk yard. These wooden piece were used as fuel for warming hands and playing cards (favourite past time for teachers whereas at the same time intelligent children were busy creating more fuel to increase the time of these sessions) sessions in winters.

Later few mats were assigned for sitting purposes. But there were not any respite for authorities. Our room was a wrestling room for street dogs so instead we enjoying it, dogs were more ecstatic. These dogs found warm place for resting after wrestling rounds. Along with rest, they use to demonstrate their frustration of losing on the mats. In frustration their sharpened teeth were used to perform skilled work of tearing and damaging the mats. Do not know how it helped them to win more competitions but their stupid actions provoked our teachers to leave our bumps exposed to cold floor as if we had torn the mats with our Dhoodh Ke Dant(Weak teeth).
Winters had already started so we were compelled to sit either on cold floor which was cold enough to shiver us from bottom to top or on dusty ground, in the middle of school, which had few grass patches here and there. As each room was territory for different groups of dogs, So it was a general practice for each class to find its grass patch on the dust filled ground to accommodate all batch mates. In our batch we were approximately 30 people but we used to find a patch where 40 people could sit easily because 9 brahmin and astoundingly beautiful (given that we all were blind, hence prove all my girls batch mates were astoundingly beautiful) girls needed more place to maintain a considerable distance from untouchable bechara and ugly boys.

One such day, when sun was providing plenty of heat and wind was enough to shudder us; we were sitting under the tree shade on a grass bed and waiting for our late lateef adhyapak jee (Teacher who was never on time). But before our teacher could honour us with his presence, we saw few gundas(Bad people) rushing toward us. Before they could pollute Savitri(unpolluted) girls with their devilish presence, we moved toward them. Few of them, thinnest in group, were carrying hockey sticks and rest were holding bicycle chains. These folks were famous in entire village for their bike stunts in the crowded market place; for numerous girl friends and love sessions which were halted by girls' relative; and for fights. My dad had instructed me to keep a distance from such people, so I was last to reach the yudhbhumi. Two groups started confronting. I was searching for a known face among the intruders so that confrontation could be halted before producing unprecedented and unwanted results. I found one and due to my reputation, this fight was stopped. Girls were panicked and scared and were waiting for us. I rushed to disclose the breaking news; why miss a chance to talk to girls? :)

Till now I did not know the issue. This was the first incident where we were attacked by someone outside the class. It was shocking and disturbing. Our teacher came to the class and started abusing (with all sort of words) Chashmu, who was not even present in the class. I knew something is unusual but what?

After 15 minutes of Shlok Vachan(Slang session) we were deserted. I asked, could someone tell me what had happened?

Bandar told me that Chashmu gave a love letter to Chand. This letter was not a usual love letter. It was a special letter for which he spent 100 Rs, wow, 100rs was luxury in childhood, is not it? There was a Bangali tantric in our village that had few Sidhdhies and had controlled few witches. The tantric had spread some magic itra(rural scent) on the letter. Due to itra, this letter was an enchanting love letter. According to tantric baba, Chashmu should hand over the letter to the girl and the girl would follow all the orders (orders only - mind it) written in the letter.

A Letter Of Love

As per few speculations following were the content of the letter.

Priye Chand(Dear Chand),

Mein tumhe pyar karta hun, aur chahata hun ki tum bhi mujhe pyar karo. Shyam ko five baje ganne ke khet mein milo. ..... (I love you and I order you to love me as well. Meet me at sugarcane field at five in the evening and please do not worry I have arranged security as well.)

Tumhara(Yours)
Chashmu

Somebody told me as soon as he gave the letter to her; there was a sound of powerful tamacha (slap on face.). Later Chand gave the letter to her brother and her brother was moved with the letter whereas the affects of the letter were damn opposite on the lover boy. Chashmu was thrashed, beaten and dragged and after a session of one sided wrestling chashmu's condition was similar to a cloth washed at Dhobi-ghat.

Still you must be wondering who visited our school. I was also stunned to see these folks in school but sooner one more story unfolded. Chandu was Chand’s lover, and he came to teach the lesson to new age lover Chashmu. Arre yaar ham Mar gaye the kya. I did not know how to express myself?

Should I laugh on such stupid act or amuse on chashmu's courage? Before I could figure out my own stance, someone came running and shouting "Chandu has caught Chashmu and he and his friends are beating him". Instead of figuring out my stance, we all ran hard to save our friend.

Autobiography of an illiterate MCP

2011-09-18T17:12:00.000+05:30

My name is Brij Kishor Chaturvedi, my fellow mates and officers call me Kaidi Number 603. 603 is a special number, do not you know it? No!!!! Okay let me elaborate. As we all know 420 is associated with evil so as 786 is with god. 603 is middle of these two numbers so this number implied my existing between evil and got i.e. a man, just a perfect man in the imperfect world. You must be wondering, either I am too crazy or philosopher. But believe me I am just a farmer, who has been counting his days to judgment day.

How did a farmer, an image of devotion, sacrifice, labour, purity and sincerity, end in prison? It is a long and tragic story; you will neither believe me nor appreciate my efforts to keep the pride of male community. I have not either copied or pasted my story but it looks dramatic and filmy.

I was in love. Please please, I do not want to hear a farmer, an image of blah blah. I also have a heart; which can fall for someone sweet, adorable and lovable and my heart fell for my own wife. Though she was a teacher and I was almost illiterate, but there were a lively attachment between us. Though my love was boundless but there were fights between husband and wife. We used to flights for individual's right. I am a male and In Indian society a wife is dust of his husband's feet and I wanted the same respect from her. But instead of appreciating my love for her, she tried to dictate and force her commandments on me. Our culture says husband is the religion and devotion for the wife. But my life/wife stopped hearing the advice from other villagers. All villagers were jahil and Ganwar for her. She argued about the changed world, does not she know the world cannot change till we/men change it? She escaped from Nari Dharma with the excuse of her tiredness and busy schedule. She did not allow me to sleep with her "because I was illiterate" and according to her my breath was bad. Neem ka Datun was not good enough to brush my teeth; she wanted me to brush my teeth with Angreji toothpaste. My father died without holding my son in his hands because my wife did not find any difference between daughter and son. She did not want someone to carry our name in this world/country/state/village. Her decisions kept deterioration our relationship every day. My daughters started calling me Unpad Budhdha. One such monstrous day in rage, unexpected and unprecedented event happened and I was awarded the capital punishment for killing my own daughters. I argued with judge and told him the necessity to take such steps to set an example which will help in preserving the honour of Male society. But idiot and literate judge said "Shut up, you illiterate and idiot MCP". Hmmm, MCP, some big term I suppose.

Here ends my story about love and sacrifices to maintain the decorum of the male society.
Jail's environment is not as it is shown in the Bollywood movies. Most of the people coming here do not have a killer instinct. Most of them do not have muscles, fame and money. Their bones are ready to jump out of skeleton cage. They are filled with darkness, humiliation, sorrow and bitterness of their conducts. They weep when they receive letters from their families. They cry when they meet to their lovely families. Though we get food thrice a day but still no one gains any weight. We work hard but our muscles do not improve. Lots of Sipahis, holding old and rusty guns, whistle and parade around us. An idiot Jailer keep shouting and frowning over us.

Here in jailhouse I have comrades who were involved in murders, thefts, robberies, rapes and many other heinous crimes but no one is innocent like me. Everyone has been penalized for his own crimes but I was punished for keeping the esteem of the society. A convict, who was self acclaimed Don, salutes me every day. As soon as I wake up, he walks in-front of my cell, salutes and shouts MC. MC is another big word I learned here. Other remaining prisoners are scared of me. They do not have the courage to stare or look at me or talk to me, but they frown due to jealousy. Though I feel alone but their fear fascinates and strengthens me more to keep them away forever.

My honey did not even visit once to meet me or to find out my conditions in the lock up. She denied hiring a reputed counselor to save my life or to appeal further. I heard people gossiping about my wife and me. I think she is going out with someone else and she will move to another village soon. I should bag one hour from police inspector at the name of male community and murder this bitch who is dishonoring the custom of our great society. I still love her but I cannot let her ruin our honor and pride.

I have seen people coming and leaving the cell. Everyone brings a new story to discuss. We all old in-mates gossip about the new talent and appreciate his courage if he has done something significant. One day one more guy entered the prison. He looked innocent but he was awarded capital punishment next Monday. Nobody knew his story, he was a quiet man. He did not even talk to his cell mates. He was finding solace in his own solitude. This was the first execution in the jail.

It was Sunday. I saw lot of changes in the environment. Police force was increased significantly. Media persons increased the chaos outside and tension inside the premise. Everyone was talking about the upcoming hanging. All other prisoners were trying to figure out the story behind our new companion and reason for such huge media coverage. Lots of people were not able to eat even a single piece of bread. We were not taken out to work. Activities around new prisoner’s cell were increased. Other two in-mates of the cell were adjusted in other cells. Everyone was tense, unhappy and panic-stricken.

Day passed in horror and hustle-bustle. Hanging was supposed to commence at six AM in-front of all the prisoners. At five o’clock he was taken out of his cell. He was trembling and chanting “Ram Ram Ram” interminably. He was not able to walk due to shaking in his legs, instead of walking he was hanging on the guards carrying him. His eyes were filled with tear, horror, fear and terror. Unlike yesterday, today he was shaved and was dressed well. According to his last wish, he heard the Bhagwat Geeta for one hour before leaving his cell. He must be trying to reduce his sins down at last moments of his life.

Media people were mocking the death scene and were telecasting the death as “Breaking news”. Instead of sympathizing with a human, their remarks were filled with hatred. There were glimpse of insanity and inhumanity in their eyes. Their eyes were dry and emotionless for 50 year old chap, who would not exist anymore with-in few minutes.

The ground was filled with people. Executioner had taken the podium and for the formalities purposes he was checking if everything was working perfectly fine. There were at-least 50+ soldiers who were around the podium. Cameras were setup around the podium to take the nearest possible shot of stretched neck. Jailer, doctor and jury members were in the front row. We all were standing behind them and we all were the spectator of something painful. There were few of us who had to face the same punishment within some time and our heart was sinking and pounding hard.

Soon, our latest in-mate was brought into the ground. He was still hanging over soldiers arms. He was uncontrollable, he was screaming, he was pleading, he was weeping and he was shaking. When we live then we pray for death and when death is so near then we always wish to live little longer. He was shouting that it was devil who acted at that moment but no one seems like listening to him. Judge was busy checking time in his wrist watch, hangman was busy in tie the rope, jailer was busy analysing the environment, and doctor was taking his equipments out of suitcase.

He was taken to podium and he peed there. Everyone gave him a disgusted look except me and few others who have the similar destiny. He was not concerned about the urination act, he was not concern about the disgusted look, he was just trembling and shouting in horror. Executioner tied his hands, put a black cloth on his head and tied the rope around his neck. His shaking increased which was even evident from the last row. Clock in the ground clicked, judge’s arm went down, and trigger was pulled. Very next second a body was hanging in air, it was weltering like fish taken outside the water. It felt pain for little more time but after 2-3 minutes of pain, it was all over. The pain, the shaking, the fear, the terror, and the rest were over. The man and his sufferings were over. Doctor examined and after confirmation the group left the premise.

The hanging body was yet in front of my eye but it was not the person who died it was I who was hanging over the rope. Pictures, voice and talks of my sweet daughters flashed back to my mind. I was not sure about anything other than death.

Note: This story is complete work of fiction and is inspired by an article published by Hindu by George Orwell.

भ्रमित हूँ

2011-09-07T15:36:00.000+05:30

में व्यथित हूँ

में दलित हूँ

में अपने कदमो की सरसराहट से भ्रमित हूँ ||

आफ़ताब हर सवेरे, इक मोती पिरोता है |

व्याकुल मन मेरा, इसे दिल में सजोता है |

राहों को अपनी, मोती के दम पर बनाता हूँ |

पत्थरों से टकरा कर भी, उसी राह में चलता ही जाता हूँ ||

निशा मेरे अंधकार में, दिया एक जलाती है |

मेरे सपनो में वो, जिंदगी का एहसास ले आती है |

एहसास से, अपने घावों पर मरहम लगाता हूँ |

हर नये घाव की रोज, नयी मरहम बनाता हूँ ||

जिंदगी में रोज, एक नया ठहराव रहता है |

पलक खोलते मूंदते, आफ़ताब निशा का इंतजार रहता है |

खुश होता हूँ रोज, जब नया संसार पाता हूँ |

पर हर नये संसार में, इतना इंतजार पाता हूँ ||

इसीलिए में कहता हूँ

में व्यथित हूँ

में दलित हूँ

में अपने कदमो की सरसराहट से भ्रमित ही हूँ ||

Ek Kaidi aur Ek Hasina

2011-08-26T00:23:00.001+05:30

For the entire week I was busy with work. I did not even have time to sip my coffee in peace. This was the busiest week of my entire career. Though the weekend gave some relief from work but today was Monday and tomorrow was the date for releasing the product. I was occupied with work, and things were not moving in right direction and in such critical situation I was swarmed by people who called me last on my last birthday. Just within the first hour of my office I had attended five and missed six calls and in parallel I was chatting with five other friends.

My cell phone rang and it was a call from an unknown number so I hung up. Again it rang displaying 9540611889 calling. I was too frustrated to take any further actions, I let it ring until it became a missed call. These BPO folks would not let you live in peace. It rang back and as I did not have luxury time to deviate my attention again and again, so I picked the call up to shout and ask him to stop harassing me. "Hiiiii" a girl screamed loud enough to make me deaf momentarily. A gal’s voice over phone reduces the level of mercury in mind. With soft voice I asked the caller’s name. Instead of giving a straight reply I heard "Do not you remember me?" In the moment of heat I asked myself “Who is this girl? Why did she call me? Why cannot she answer me straight? Did I ever promise a girl to remember her every second of my life?” Mercury was rising in outer and inner spaces but instead of showing my emotions I told her "Dude, if you want to have question/answer session, call me in the night. Right now I have much priority questions to answer". I was just about to cut the call, I heard “hey! this is Kamini”.

Kamini, I do not remember any Kamini, did we ever meet? I wanted to leave the CCD encounter behind but her name flashed the black day back to my mind. Kamini, speaking over the phone, was fluent in English so I dismissed my assumption. But she cleared my doubt and confirmed I was talking to Kamini ( Kareena Kapoor - Chameli > Kamini@CCD >Rakhi Sawant). "Arre Baap re." Did not I tell you about giving her my number to stay in touch (You know KIT)? In a slice of second, I started finding the reasons behind this call. Does she want to discuss date and time? Does she want to negotiate on price? Does she want to blackmail me? Did someone take our photos together? (I was still unmarried and my photo on walls will reach my village before me) These thoughts made me uneasy and instead losing my temper I managed to say "Hey, kaisi ho tum". Call ended with a promise to meet at Barista and My working spirit ended abnormally on the very moment I hung up the call. I dreamt myself on deathbed with no family around (Nagar Nigam folks were completing my last rites with following words - Logon ko shauk karne ho to khule mein nahi karne chahiye bechare ki shadi tak nahi hue ek chote se shauk ke chakkar mein).

I finished my work as soon as possible and reached Barista. She was wearing pink top on light blue jeans. There was little Kajal in her eyes, lips did not have any lipstick, nose did not have any stupid ring and there was very little makeup on her face. Precisely she was looking gorgeous and I was lost in her beauty.

In conversation she told that her real name was Shalini and she was pursuing her MA from Delhi University. I thought this girl had indulged in dirty business to fulfil her teenage desires. Anyway I was still unclear about the agenda of the meeting so a thought of trap was not allowing me enjoy her company.

Looking at my peculiar behaviour she figured out my intentions of not staying there for a longer time. She took my hands in her hands and told me that she started liking (I wonder - Another trap will surface soon) me after the meeting at CCD. According to her, I was innocent (in another words idiot/stupid/childish) enough to sit with a sex worker ( ;) I dint know until the waiter announced the news of sharing a table with a hooker otherwise it was out of question) in a public place.

I inquired "Since when was she in this business?" She told that the day of our meeting was her first but last day. Then I asked the reason to choose such muddy business. She described her poverty and told that quick money was required to save her brother from the prison (WTF - Here comes the reason of liking me just in a meeting). The word prison started dancing in-front of my eyes. I could visualize her brother(like Sunny pa ji in hindi movies) holding the bars of cage and shouting “Koi mujhe yahan se nikalo.”

I was stunned, scared, terrified and startled. I never talked to guy who had a record of public fighting and here I was sitting next to a prostitute whose brother had been acquitted for one or more serious crimes. She told that her brother has been acquitted for Hit and Run case. She told that her brother's master, who was drunk and driving, has falsely implicated the crime on her brother. My mind was trying to figure out my involvement. What does she want from me? How can I help? Is she misunderstanding me with an advocate? Does she need money for trial?.

Instead of showing my impatient, I asked if I could be helpful. She said "I just wanted to meet and tell you about us and situation under which circumstances I accepted the muddy path. I will try to figure out the way to bring my brother back home." As an emotionless person, Instead of stretching my helping hand farther, I took the opportunity to run away from the situation so I finished my coffee and left her alone with her grief.

Again I forgot to mention, today was my birthday and My birthday gift was a kiss on my cheeks.

PS: If you do not know Kamini yet, Click here to meet her.

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Mystery prevails

2011-08-24T12:43:00.000+05:30

I had been waiting for this trip for last 4 years. Everything was planned and things were on time. As per the plans I had to leave office at 5 o’clock, reach home at 5.30 and pack my bag by 6PM and reach the bus stand by 7. I reached home, door was locked, I unlocked it and entered. I started collecting the required things in huge backpack. I kept my clothes, camera (Oh camera was not there, no issues I still had time), more clothes, towel, tooth brush, paste, soap and camera, but my camera was still untraceable. I searched, searched more and searched harder but could not find my camera. So I called my mom.

Me: Camera Choda kya mene? (Did I leave my camera at home?)

Mom: Nahi beta. Kya hua.(No, What happened?)

Me: Kuch Nahi, Mene kahin to rakh diya hai, mil nahi raha hai. (Nothing great, I just misplaced it.)

Mom: Tujhe kisi chis ka bhi dhyan rahta hai, 300$ ka camera tha na. (Can't you keep your things attentively? How costly was it? Was not it 300USD?)

Me: Nahi Mummy, 200$ ka hi tha. (No, it was just 200$)

Mom: 8000 Rs/- Akal nahi hai, 8000 ka nuksan kara diya. Ab to flight se mat ana is bar, train mein hi ana. (Don't you have some mind? It is huge loss of 8K INR. Don't take flight to come home this time.)

Me: Mummy train mein 44 gante lagte hai. Mein nahi aa sakta. (Train takes 44 hours so I can’t afford this much time in train.)

Mom: Mat aa fir. 8000 rs ka nuksan kiya hai tune. (Do not come, it will compensate 8000 INR/-).

Oh man, My mom did not know the actual cost (1000 USD), otherwise It would have been more than one tiring journey of train.

Nobody came in, nobody went out. All doors were locked and all windows were tightened from inside, then where did my camera go? Everything was in place, my laptop, my computer, my iPad and iPhone were not even touched but my camera worth 5 home trip was not there. Strange, is not it. Things were pointing to a theft. Due to lack of time, I could not investigate much and ran to catch my bus.

I was late again but this time I was only 10 minutes late to reach to bus stand. I inquired about my bus scheduled for 7 PM and I was amazed. My bus had already left, Only God can save India. Indians have stopped using IST(Indian Standard Time - Start at least half an hour late than the schedule time.). This increased the heat of my anger and frustration. I called my mom back and told her about missing the bus.

Me: Bus miss ho gayi (I missed the bus.)

Mummy: Kahan Ja raha tha? (Where were you going?)

Me: Bataya Nahi mene (Din't I tell you?)

Then why am I telling it now? Oh man, face it now.

Mummy: Nahi (No.)

Me: Ladakh ja raha hun, Himalayas parvat. (I was going to Ladakh.)

My mom's voice was toned down.

Mummy: Himalay kyon beta? (Why are you going to Himalaya, son?)

Oops, what does my mom think about me? Oh man, I should correct her without wasting a single second.

Me: Arre Brimhachari banne nahi ja raha, Ghumne ja raha tha? (Not going to become sage? I was just going for passing some quality time)

Mummy: Acha, thik hai kitne ka nuksan hua? (How much did you lose?)

Me: Jyada nahi. (Not much)

I cut the phone before mummy could increase my period of exile. I searched the whole room, kitchen, hall, second room and house again but could not find the camera. I lost hope of getting my camera back and started living more cautiously. Few of our keys were missing. Though we did not have any idea about the burglar but we assumed someone must have found our keys and used the same key for stealing my camera. To eliminate further attacks all locks were replaced.

After silence for few days, thief hit us again. This time someone stole my Sudexo coupons worth 2200 Rs/-. What an idiot? He did not take anything other than Suxedo coupons. Investigations revealed that one key was lost. I doubted my maid so I fired the old one and hired a new maid. Locks, better and secure, replaced the older ones.

Things were fine for few days. But one day my old Sony phone was not in the drawer and some of my keys was missing for last 2 days. Was the missing key creating the trouble for me? I did not know it. So this time cook was targeted and changed. But there were not any respite from these lifts. More small things were picked without leaving any clues.Approaching Indian police was not a nice idea. Karnataka police was already burdened with Ijjat stealing and heart stealing cases, so burdening them with material stealing case was not appropriate.

One day my room-mate moved out of the house to some unknown friend's house. He is not in house for last 10 months.

For past 10 months 14 days, Neither any key nor any item went missing from my room. Was it a fear in thief's mind, or was firing the cook/maid or was bringing better quality lock made our life better? We are still not sure about it but I have a request to the thief, please return back my khandani watch gifted to me by my dad at the graduation time otherwise how will I tell my son "Beta yeh mere papa ko unke papa ne graduation clear hone par diya tha".

Cafe Coffee Day: A close Encounter

2011-08-18T20:36:00.000+05:30

Most Indiancouples start their relationship with a cup of coffee. Initially to easeoff an emergency situation; they prefer a coffee shopnearest to the girl’s house; and these couples find CCD as the mostsuitable outlet wrt their requirements (I think no of girls in a vicinitydetermines the no of CCD outlets. Mathematically it can be expressed as numberof CCD outlets is equally proportional to number of gals living nearby.). Thatis why Cafe Coffee Day chain, the most popular coffee chain inIndia, can boast about maximum couples turning up to its outlets to enjoy theirconstructive / destructive (Depends on individual’s outlook) and peacefultime.

The abovestated reason understates the number of visitors at CCD. Apart from couplesthere are lot many people (Atheists only, rest go to temples and sing someBollywood songs to persuade the deity) who come to CCD with their desires. AsCCD chain has a bit catchy slogan "Anything can happen over a cup ofcoffee"; so it provides hopes for people searching for their counterparts.Lot of couples can be seen sipping their coffees in their own dreamy world, lotof couples can be seen entering or leaving the coffee parlour. So it is nothard to expect a miracle.

I alwayshoped, Someday CCD with live up to its slogan and image. Whenever I visit theparlour, I wished to bump into any girl from my past or future but lucknever favoured me. One such day things took a U turn. I entered theCCD and inspected the people sitting around. Though things were notdifferent from any other day@CCD but all of a sudden my scanningstopped at one table and my mind started finding the reason for her isolation.My mind started questioning "Why is she sitting alone? Is there someonewho has gone to place the order?" But as I did not want to lose the emptytable just next to her, so instead of risking the important time in analyzingthe situation in broader manner, I reserved the table next to her.

I waschecking her out and suddenly she peeked at me. As soon as she looked at me,one of my eye-lid blinked, due to one mosquito who sacrificed hislife to make my life easier, in other words I winked. She stared at me, as if she was looking for anexplanation. Wow, it was my chance, but I did not have enough courage to askher if she wanted to join me. Dude, just in few seconds she joined me. I didnot know why? I thought she was either desperate or bold to sit next to me.(Anyway Dil ki ichcha poori ho gayi)

During our conversation, I came to know her name was Kamini, what alovely name, is not it? Her skin was pink and she was wearing yellow t-shirtwith few silver lines which caused her skin glow more and a decent short (shortenough to cover half of her thigh) skirt. She had put light red lipstick (Ithink it was light) on her lips and her face colour was fairer than skin colourdue to a thin layerof powder on her face. Her eyes were dark black due to excess of Kajal and shehad put a nice and huge nose ring. To describe her acutely, her looks werebetter than real Rakhi Sawant and worse than Karina Kapoor in Chameli.

Aroma@CCDwas little different now, all boys were staring me and her interchangeably.Shit, men cannot change. These Guys, All of them were sitting with chicks but they had to check out my gal. But in contrast all the gals were alsostaring at me. Guess what, whenever I hang out with a girl then lot of chicks checkme out. Why cannot they find me muscular when I walk alone?

Btw, I was not muchcautious about Aam Aadmi and I was enjoying my first real encounter @ CCD . Shewas not notably good in speaking English, so to save her from embarrassment, Istarted talking in Hindi (Baaap re, bach gaye nahi to apni to ijjat hi chalijati). We covered lot of white areas e.g. movies, cricket, sport, andeducation, lot of black areas e.g. population, traffic, pollution, globalwarming and poor people and grey areas e.g. Indian politics, corruption,medicine, sex and prostitution. Usually discussion was healthy except in twoinstances. One, when we started the topic of sex, she became too touchy(Do not take it wrong, I just mean emotional) and another when I started protestinglegalization of prostitution.

After finishing hercoffee she announced the arrival of her boy friend. I was sad but I knew shemust be waiting for someone. I asked her number and she denied. Anyway I waiveda good bye and asked the waiter to bring the bill.

Waiter brought methe bill and I gave him the money. He returned with change and asked "Howwas the madam sir?” I told him to mind his business. He said "Arre sir kyasharma rahe ho bol bhi do? She will charge 2000 INR for one night." I wasstunned and in the state of dilemma I whispered "Was she a whorrrre?"Waiter got angry and said “Sir Ijjat se bolo, call girl bolo”. I looked at allthe people sitting around me, they were still staring at me and I was sweatingin air conditioned mall. I asked the waiter, "Will she considermy CCD bill in her charges?" and instead of waiting for his answer I movedout of CCD briskly.

Disclaimer: Allcharacters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to realpersons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

A comparison between Changing Job and Finding Biwi

2011-08-05T01:17:00.008+05:30

Interview is a process to judge thecapabilities of an individual/group. An interview, an Interaction among two ormore individuals, provides an opportunity for the interviewers to assess thecaliber of the interviewee. Though this assessment might base up on differentcriterion but final judgment communicates the perception of interviewerregarding interviewee's capabilities with respect to the new responsibilities.During the same interview process the interviewee also creates his perceptionabout future prospects. So F2F interview provides a fair chance to both thesides to decide their future path.

Oops, where am I heading and do not know why did I leavethis philosophy/gyan shit stinking the post? Dude I am not going to dictate"10 AGELESS PRINCIPLES TO SUCCEED IN AN INTERVIEW". We all have facedit and we all work to overcome the shortcomings of previous interviews whilepreparing for the next. I am here to talk about the two unavoidable andimportant categories of interview e.g., Job and Marriage interviews.

These two types have a lot of similarities and lot ofdifferences with each other. Both of these interviews have affects prior andlater to the interview. For better results every interview needs a specificpreparation beforehand, whereas a successful interview leads to the surges ofunwanted events and scary consequences.

As I was saying, for both the interviews we need to preparein a different manner. For Job interview mug up fundamentals of one languagewhich may be either Java, C, C++ or others, Learn something more to show otherareas where you might have worked for an hour throughout your career e.g., Ant,Maven, You must learn to lie because interviewer asks "Why do you want tojoin us?" and believe me they will kick your ass out if you tell them thetruth and last but not least mug up some stupid company information e.g., Whowas the last CEO of the company and what was his most recent achievement (WhenI heard this question, I thought did he something similar to Mark Hudd, HP CEO,caught red handed with his secretary)? Preparations for the marriage interviewsare different. Call your dad/mom and ask him/her answer of all thealready compiled questions. Visit to nearest and costliest parlour and try toput lot of cream to make your face fairer which might in turn increase yourcost in marriage market. Go to cheapest saloon to get new hair style so that noone can recognize you if they have seen you whistle before. You need to learnthe fake smile, gals have to learn to wear high heal sandals and sometimesarees as well, learn to speak truth (;) Optional, as people say "Harrishta Sachchai ki Neev par khada ho to jyada acha hai")and nod for all the answers like do you know cooking, sewing andstupider stuff. After such extraordinary preparations you cannot fail in any ofthe interview.

After giving so many job interviews and marriage I couldlist down few of the similarities and differences between both. First effect ofsuccessful job Interview is the starting of career, on the same line firstsuccessful marriage interview starts another life. Job interview makes you aslave for an organization whereas after marriage you wag the tail in-front ofyour spouse. Slavery to an organization makes you richer every last day ofmonth whereas slavery to spouse makes you poorer every day. :(

Even if you choose wrong organization, you can try again tofind another job but after marriage there are no chances of changing thedecision or finding the new guy/gal again. Among of the few of the seenscenario one scenario is this. If you are divorcee and you are searching for agal then all the aunties in city will gather in a temple to gossip about you.
Aunt 1 - Haaaaaaaaaa, Kaisa Jamana aa gaya hai? (See theworld!!!!!!!!)
Aunt 2 - Haaaannnn, Dekho na, Arkit ne pehli biwi ko 3 saalpahle hi talaak diya hai n fir se ladki dhundh raha hai? (Arkit divorced hiswife just 36 months before and he is again searching for a gal?)
Aunt 3 - Biwi to sundar thi Arkit ki (His wife wasbeautiful.)
Aunt 4 - Maarta bahut tha Arkit use. (Arkit used to hither.)
Though Arkit and his wife were split as their love was morefor their colleague than each other’s but these aunties proved Arkit a deviland made sure he would die without marrying again. Top of that they couldcomment ludicrously on his Dhalti Jawani.

Beside If you divorce at your own will, then you have topay half of your money; hard earned money.

Next common thing between both is Role of mediator. Most ofJob Interviews are arranged by Consultants whereas relatives assist in marriageinterview. At the time of Job Interview, you wish consultant (If she is hot)should sit next to you whereas at marriage interviews you wish to sit alonewith the girl. Consultants cannot change the course of Job Interviews butrelatives can change the complete equations. They can affect your decision,dowry, and many other related things. Basic and most important fact comeslater. After six months of job consultants call you back to ask if I mindchanging my job again where as Relatives do not even mind calling you ever inlife.

Both the interviews start with the same question. Tell mesomething about yourself. You can choose either to answer it or to shoot aquestion back. What should I tell (Sometimes I think to ask back; well do notyou have CV with you?)? In Job interviews this would mean to elaborate your professionalexperience whereas in marriage interviews it would mean to tell your height,your size, your weight and exact birth date including seconds and mili-secondsalong with location of birth with labor room report in details.

In both interviews selection criterion is salary. Salarydecides final payment at both places. If you are fetching good salary then youwill attract less number of employers willing to employ you whereas you willattract more number of parents willing to choose. Job interview will be moredrilling to validate your worthiness whereas guardians instantaneously willacknowledge the worth of money. Along with that Private employers do not wantto employ government employee so easily whereas parents looking for securityworth government employee over private IT software engineers.

Both the places you will fail if you start arguing."Interviewer is always right so do not argue with him" is the dumbestbut most effective rule of interview. I try finding reason behind this saying.My research suggests In Job interview it is followed to make sure new employeeshould not change existing rules and regulations and in some time he willforget his own rules where as in marriages, couple should be taught to refrainfrom discussion to induce longevity in so called happy married life.

Both interviews provide the chance of choosing. You canhave 4-5 jobs at a time and later deny all but one. But in case of spouse, youdo not have the option of engaging with 4-5 gals/guys and choose one later. If itwould have been possible than Life would have been much easier. I would havebeen searching for spouse for last seven years ;).

As I am novice to marriage interview business, so i mighthave missed few of the important points but I will try adding more as myexperience nurtures with time. As I was saying there are lots other aftereffects of interviews. Do not you think those are obvious to envision? Aftermarriage, guys just listen and girls speak whereas after joining the company,employer sucks your blood and you crib about employer's blood suckingtechniques.

That is all I could find about interview e.g., Job andmarriage. I know there are folks who are more experienced than I. Let's shareand make the world more livable ;) ;)

Aurangabad Trip - Manjiri's Shadi - Day 1

2011-07-14T15:54:00.406+05:30

Ashish called to inform Manjiri's, his younger sister, marriage date has been fixed. Wow it was a great news. I knew Manjiri in pictures and on chat but we had not met face to face. I was happy not only for her but also for two other reasons. Her marriage not only gave me opportunity of a vacation from boring office work but also gave me chance to meet lot of known people with unknown faces. So even before Ashish's formal invitations my plans were set from June 16th to June 19th.

First I planned to book flight tickets (Did not book for first 23 days and later it was too much to afford), later I decided to go with three tier AC(Indian Railways, carries millions of people across India but leaves millions behind as well) and finally I managed to get a sleeper class ticket. I was happy as I was going out of city after a long time. I boarded the train and settled myself. Within few minutes, malodorous smell started overpowering my thoughts but that smell was just a matter of few hours because one needy couple exchanged their seat with mine. So the rest 20 hours were away from smell and less painful due to my stock of magazines and books.

I got down on Chalisgaon and from there I took a state transport to reach Aurangabad ( What a tiny city, does not even have a junction. Shhhh). Reached Ashish's house at one o'clock in the night. I hoped for a nice and warm welcome from my new and old friends but hopes make man lazy... Instead of asking me to rest, I was asked to help in creating a pictorial for Manjiri. Shhh, kaise kaise dost hai mere. All of us put lot of efforts and these efforts resulted in a pictorial which was liked by everyone.

Pictorials which has all memories related to Manjiri

Next day started with Haldi Rashm (Turmeric program). According to Ayurveda, turmeric augments the skin's glow and in ancient time beauty parlour options were not available with brides so this tradition stuck to our marriages ;) (Haldi Rashm is one of main traditions in north as well). So Bride and bride's parents faces were colored with turmeric by aunts and other relatives whereas we all painted our faces without much assistance.

All of us with the color of turmeric

After coloring all, it was time to showcase the enhanced beauty. Bride and uncle/aunt were the honorable guest, so they were given wooden stool to sit and all senior ladies cooperated to rub their turmeric but we were left stranded ;).

Royal Bath

Above mentioned behaviour was not taken so lightly(Hee hee hee, I bet it was not :P) and unexpected idea clicked to one beast. That small idea turned out to be a devil act for 2 complete hours. We all wanted to give a royal bath to everyone so all of us took responsibility and opened the water tank which had at least 8000L clean water. First we took bath then all male member of the family were given water treat and at last all ladies met with the same fate. There was water all over the house except the kitchen and water tank with 8k L capacity, was now empty. Our satanic act was synchronized with awesome sangeet given by Shahnai Vadaks in the picture.

Musicians

After an unprecedented and extended session of Haldi, it was time for Chudi (Bangles). Manjiri had to chose bangles of a fix color and wear them as a marriage token but Madam was more interested in talk than concentrate on picking up the right set for her :).

Phone nahi mila baad mein tooo Manjiti ka kya hoga

Next was chalk (In north it is called as Chalk), where ladies taught her, how to grind wheat using grinding stone. I do not think this tradition signifies anything anymore.

Manjiri Learning tricks of the Trade.

Then she finished a few other customs and was asked to rest from all the tiring activities of the day. But her Aai and Baba were still involved in Pooja, which took more than 2 hours to complete.

Pooja's Material

There was plenty of time before actual ceremony so few of us went for shopping and eating. There I met one Marwadi bhai while buying a Pooja lamp. During the bargaining session he disclosed his native location. Even though we related so closely, Rajasthani Rajasthani Bhai Bhai, he did not give any more discount (700 Rs discount on 2200). On this shopping spree I got little more essence of Aurangabad and marathi cachories ;).

In Maharastra marriage is a two days affair. Both sides stay in the ceremony hall overnight and ceremonies go till first late night and complete in the next afternoon. People at bride side have to welcome the people from other side So we all packed our bags and marched to marriage hall. All the arrangements were checked and completed. Barat reached at the venue at 7PM. All the ladies, standing at gate for hours, were eager to welcome Dulhe Raja but Dulhe Raja was most comfortable in the bus. But finally the wait was over and he got off the bus :(

Show-Man

As soon as Mr. Vinay stepped out, ladies attacked him with their Pooja Thalis. After the warm welcome, light snacks were arranged which was followed by dinner. Dinner was a nice photo sessions for us.

Manjiri n Vinay waiting for their dinner and posing for photographers i.e. me

Whole Nautakni party with 2 elements missing Ashish n ..

Ashish got some time from his busy schedule

After the dinner it was long session for different sorts Poojas, Rashams and activities. Manjiri decided to wear South Indian attire for this night. She was getting ready where as Dulhe Miyan was waiting for Manjiri to join him in Mantap. Manjiri was looking pretty in south Indian sari and make up.

Manjiri: Mausiiii Something is missing

After her make up she came to mantap and took her place next to Vinay. Now you wonder why was Vinay so impatience to see her?

Here is our pretty gal.

After this I lost track of events because my camera's battery was over and everything was quite a family affair. Manjiri and Vinay were surrounded by all important relatives near the Agni. After hours of Pooja sessions, the day one came to an end at 1 o'clock in the night. It was quite a tiring and long day for each individual. But it was nice fun to be part of such a nice family and marriage.

I am sure I can not finish the entire shadi in one page so I will pause here and start the second day in next page.

IT people v/s Suicidal Farmers

2011-06-05T14:33:00.002+05:30

Couple of weeks back THE Hindu, Only Newspaper I love reading, published an article written by an IT engineer. This article was written to inflate the reputation of IT engineers and break the myths regarding IT engineers among other segments of society.

This article was written to avenge another article which was demonstrating situation of farmers in India. Previous article's author had compared the salary of IT individual with the meager loan amount which compelled a farmer to end his life. IT engineer was sad with this comparison and he/she did not want people to make such in-significant and imperialistic comparisons in future. According to him/her

There was a sarcastic comment too: ‘This is equivalent to an IT couple's one month salary.' As a professional working in the IT industry for the past seven years, I was deeply saddened by that comment.

In rest of the article I will choose few points mentioned and try to put across my thoughts.

At the start writer has reasoned out the AC's requirement in IT offices. I think, Truth about Air Conditioned has been cut short to half by the writer. Our work places are equipped with Air Conditioned to protect computers and processors from overheating, Is this truth? All organizations have server rooms to keep fire spitting machines which are kept far away from humans. These servers rooms possess highly sophisticated cooling machines to tame dragon's fire. All of us use laptops and desktops at home and none of the machines, at home, explode without AC. It means, the whole premises does not need air conditioner. But it is really impossible to accept the truth so easily. Whether it is cafeteria, recreation room, gym, reception and meeting room all are equipped with the AC. If AC is not working due to any unprecedented condition our anger shoots up to seventh sky and we find someone to punish for the unknown crime. A farmer, who plows the farm in June, can not even expect a nice cold breeze. For him there are no options provided but to dare the sun otherwise entire year starvation will dare him. Why can not we people accept the impossibility of surviving without AC, instead giving excuses?

Next Working Hours for IT people have been called painful. I understand the definition of pain changes along with individual but there is a general consensus for pain which applies to each of us. Does sitting in front of computer, chatting with friends, cribbing about one chick or other, playing games and more unimportant tasks amalgamated with fewer important work related tasks amount to huge pain? Ask a labour what do 8 working hours mean for him. Ask a guy what does it mean to throw coal in furnace for 8 hours. Ask a farmer what pain means at the time of plowing the field or cutting crop. Ask a shopkeeper who open his shop at 8 AM and closes at 9PM. When people work for 14 hours everyday without even having rightful breaks on weekends than how can we be in more pain than others.

IT people were sacked during recession. Why? People working in IT and finance were the clear targets as their bank balance had increased exponentially in last couple of years. But recession not only impacted IT, every segment of society was facing recession's catastrophic results. During recession farmers could not sell the crop on its actual amount, which drowned them under debts. On top of cyclic recession, a farmer faces yearly monstrous natural calamities. Excessive rain, no rain, storms, worms, excessive heat, animals, cattle, drought and many other things can ruin the standing crop. Decision of providing the subsidy depends upon the need of person. Government can not provide subsidy to own 5 cars and 5 flats in a posh area.

Job Security is biggest concern for us and our perks are decided based on our performance. But you know what, a farmer's perks are decided based on land and its fertile power and God's wish. Even after all his efforts he might not earn enough to feed his kids throughout the year. If anything goes wrong during the 365 days of the year, his kids will not go to school and sleep without a meal. Here nobody will evaluate the hard work, labour and performance of the farmer, only thing which will amount in deciding farmers bank account is calamities.

IT people have purchasing power, does not it mean we are increasing inflation by reducing the value of money? Autowalah expect higher fare from a needy and poor guy, because he will get an IT engineer who will fulfill his unjustified money demands.

There were numerous more points, which were written but I can not keep going about each and every point there. But we need to understand Committing suicide is not so simple. Nobody wants to commit a suicide, but when there is no door leading to sunshine, then darkness consumes you. It is true we should not compare 2 different fields which are not correlated but if someone has made a mistake then we should not blast someone's emotions without understanding the situation of concerned individuals and on top of all still we IT folks are in good white collar job and if we could just look at the other sectors we have no right to crib about our work.

Me and World Cup 2011

2011-04-05T00:53:00.154+05:30

April 2nd 2011, India won its second world cup in World Cup History. Both times Indian Team has fought against mighty opponents and has become champions. In finals Kapil's Squad beat the mighty West-Indians and Dhoni's players dusted the Srilankan.

When the Indian Team started world cup campaign I was not sure about it's capabilities. The team was my favourite team but there were doubts about it's consistency. This inconsistency was evident on ground soon. In the first few league matches bowling did not click, fielding was pathetic and batting was below par. Batsmen were the tigers for minnows whereas they were nailed by better bowling attacks. At this time we could pray for some miracle to happen.

Soon the wind changed its direction and it started blowing in the favour of Indian camp. Indians were facing West Indies in their last league encounter. Suddenly Indians players were ruthless, unstoppable and completely energized. Bowlers were on target, fielders diving as if someone gave them wings to fly and batsmen were miles ahead of West-Indian bowlers.

But beating west Indies was not always enough for us to eradicate our doubts. Due to some bad performances in league matches Indians had to face mighty or rather say spirited Australian team in quarterfinals. Australians were the fierce opponent irrespective of their dented bowling line up. But this time Australians were not untouchable and they lost to India. Indian roared on the ground to announce the history in making.

Though I was enjoying the games but there was always an ounce of uncertainty in my mind. Here came the Semi-Finals. India had to face Pakistan, led by Shahid Afridi. Indians batsmen failed to deliver at big stage and doubts were proved true. But future had some other plans, when Indians came out to defend chutki Bhar score, they came out like tigers, eagles who do not just catch prey, they mutilate it. They did not put a foot wrong even for once and we were in the finals

This time I felt this is it. The Indian juggernaut is unstoppable now, I thought. After beating Pakistan I was calm and composed. My heart was not sinking, I was not nervous. Kunal said, either I have lost hope in India or else I do not care about it anymore. I told him, I know India will win, SL cant beat this team. Finally we won, I won, all of us won.

I was insane through out the match. I was dancing for each boundary scored and shouting for every single run taken. People were cheering, shouting and dancing with me. I did not have clue about right and wrong. I was just acting like a mad guy who enjoy without caring about world and instead regretting I was loving it. We all were in same conditions. Is not it?

Though I did not win the world cup and neither I have the right to dedicate it to someone but under any circumstances I want to dedicate this cup to myself. I have been waiting for this moment for my life time. I am not sure if I wanted this only in cricket but this cup has give me a comfort. I followed tennis where Indians cheer for someone who was 28th in world, don't we need more. I do. I wanted to tell my colleagues e.g. foreigners that we have the world class tennis player. But we don't. I followed soccer/football, but we are 27 from bottom among world football playing nations. I followed hockey, our national game, and again I never see myself cheering for world cup finals. I followed F1, none rests. I followed Olympics, where with one gold medal we keep boasting ourselves about our achievements. Asiads and CWG, everywhere I found the same disappointment. This time India won the world cup. Why should I dedicate it to someone else? I want to cherish it, I want to feel proud about it, I want to boast about it and I want to preserve it. By dedicating it to someone else, I will loose my share. I may be selfish but I do not care about you and your rights. Let me enjoy these moments, I might give a thought about you later.

A Trip To Remember Continued

2011-03-31T23:12:00.051+05:30

Visiting Agra always means a trip to witness the remembrance of love, Tajmahal. What if Tajmahal was in Bharatpur, my home town, Will Agra be featured in Indian tourist places? I asked one DU guy and he answered "Bhai kya foren wale pagla gaye hain jo bina tajmahal ke agra Ghumenge? (Why would foreigner visit Agra if there was no Tajmahal)". Agra has another noteworthy monument called Agra Fort. It has seen start and end of Mughal dynasty and now exhibits vastness, cruelty, luxury, architecture and many others things related to Mughals.

Agra Fort was in our list of sites to visit. But thanks to delay in starting the trip, time lost due to traffic, time spent at classy Tajmahal and extended lunch break, we were left with time, which was enough to admire walls around the Agra Fort. We reached 15 minutes before closing the ticket window and as there were not lot many people so in no time we got tickets .

According to Wikipedia.com, Agra fort was captured by Mughals and later Agra was converted to capital of Akbar's Empire's so this castle became center of Mughal activities. Shanjahan renovated the fort and experimented with white marble. After succeeding in the experiment, he started constructing Tajmahal.

After buying entry passes(Indian Tickets was costing Rs 10, but Videshi's were paying Rs 150 for the same entry), we entered the palace. To make the castle secure, it was surrounded by a moat and walls near to entry gate were too high to climb and too thick enough to break.

Taken from Wiki. Main entry@palace. Look at walls there.

We followed the ramp, especially made for horse and elephant riders, that ended at one point which was leading to two different routes. Using our basic instinct, correction using pretty woman's instinct, we started from rear of the castle i.e. Jahangir Palace. (PS: Do not follow a woman, notably pretty one, as they always choose the wrong paths.) According to the historian this was built by Akbar for his son Jahangir. As we neither had guide nor chosen right track to start, so we ended solving a Maze. In Jahangir Palace there was a dance Court where dancers used to demonstrate their talent to Alampanah. What a life? Can I live this life anytime soon? Wah Wah... Throwing green notes of Dancers.. Wah Wah.

Thats where Ramp start. Left side of this ramp there were some prison cells. Could not understand why those were there?

Family Pic@Agra Fort Ramp

Jahangir Mahal, Maze starts from it. Enter@own risk. Exit@without risk

Dance Room - As nobody is dancing so none of you will feel the heat of Dance Court.

Spectacular Taj View

To solve the maze we followed different guides time to time. Next to Jahangir Mahal, it was time to peek into Akbar's private mosque, Mina Masjid. Only Sultans (Urdu for Emperor) used to offer their prayers from this mosque. After mosque next was Musamman Burj, place where Shahjahan spent last seven years of his life as a prisoner. Next to it was Diwan-E-Khas, which used to host kings and dignitary. Jahangir had put up a black thrown in its premise. There were another mosque called Moti Masjid where king's female counterpart and her assists used to offer their prayers.

Nice and Bright taken by Stephen, Sunlight made it look gorgeous

Musamman Burj

Takht-i-Jahangir, placed at Diwan-E-Khas

Picture Perfect

Moti Masjid.

Mughal used to hold Zenana-Mina-Bazaar(Female Market) Diwan-E-Khas's premise. Females were the vendors and customers in the market. No males were allowed in this market and lot of folks from other Arab countries to sell their products.

Zanana Meena Market - Vendor used to display here to Empress and other females

There were a garden which had herb plants imported from Arab countries.

Anguri Bagh

Just Me

Kunal enjoying the fort

We exit the Diwane-E-Khas and reached to starting point, called Diwan-E-Aam. At this place Janta used to visit king with their problems and requests.

Taken from Wiki: Diwan-E-Aam

Due to time restrictions and forts size, we were not able to capture every minute details. But fort doubled our satisfaction. Just in single day we witnessed two great monument of India. It was nice trip and would love more trips in future.

A Trip To Remember

2011-03-25T01:05:00.001+05:30

One sleepy, cold and boring day Kunal offered a trip on his company expenses. As, such deal are difficult to find even on web-sites like snapdeal, so before Kunal could swallow back or alter MOU, I snapped the deal in a blink. I would not say free trip was only inspiration to visit but there were few more. One among them was rejuvenate myself by changing environment around me. Check out Gori Choriyan(White Chicks) instead facing another damp and shievering day in Noida.

After the discussion, cab was arranged and schedule was finalized. With little difficulties, we started just two hours late then schedule. As traffic gets dense with day light, so our delay was multiplied.

We could start at 8 AM. Our destination was a monument which is sought as a symbol of love and it generates maximum revenue to GOI. I had visited it earlier and I found it a over-hyped monument among citizens other than India. Yups Tajmahal, built by Shahjahan to keep her wife Mumtaj alive in memories, it was.

Me, Kunal and Stefan, swiss guy who does not follow Federer, were members of trip. As none of us had time to cook and stuff ourselves so we all were hungry. It was little difficult to find a place which will pass on our guest's parameters.(Bhai, Stefan ko khila dena Ganga naha lene jaisa tha). We got one good looking restaurant en-route and we stuffed Idli/Bada. Long story short, we reached to Agra after spending four hours in cab.

Delay brought down Kunal's Enthusiasm, Monster is sleeping :)

As soon as we stepped out of car, couple of guides rushed to persuade a prospective customer. Kunal was patient and tactful while dealing with them. After some discussion one lost hope and left us in piece. But second guy was still trying and succeeded finally.

There were not much queue at ticket window, so got tickets quickly. In the meantime I got stuck into a heated discussion with a vendor who was trying to sell some tour books on hefty prices. At such elite tourist place, People's attitude toward foreigner is disappointing. People force Videshis to buy each and every thing they sell. Vendor told me "HAM HINDUSTANI LOG APNE GHAR WALON KO KAMANE NAHI DE RAHE (We Indians are barring fellow Indian's income)".

Ticket Counter Taj Mahal- Pashchim Darwaja Agra.

A little crowd at the Ticket Counter, whereas crowd queued up for entry was huge.

Taj has couple of entry gates, one well known gate is at west side of Taj called PASHCHIMI DARWAJA. 1000+ people were queued up to clear security checks and visit monument. Anyway we entered from South Gate after breaching the lines etiquettes. After clearing security checks, we entered to a new world of vastness, magnitude and luxury.

Ticket counter was here earlier but now it has become a security check@west gate

After Security Check, we reached here. South Gate

Guide started narrating us history and features of architecture. Though we knew most of it but still there were lot of things unknown to us. He told about Tajmahal's symmetry, height, height of different constituents, marble used, multiple stones used, architect, architect's commitments, expenditure, number of labours worked, time spent in construction, nearby other wife's tomb and lot other things. Stefan was not interested in stories but two of us were sucking each and everything threw to us. Our guide did awesome job of adding lot more information in our database.

Guide, who kept flowing the facts about Tajmahal.

After guide finished the stories and declared the peace time to move forward, we crossed South Gate and entered territory of greatness, elephantine and most fabulous and artistic architecture. We were atleast 200 Meters away from actual building but its brightness and charm could be sensed from the gate as well. A structure completely built by white marble, 55 Meter high mosuleam standing in the center of ten M high Dias along with four minarets each on every corner of Dias, was charming and splendid.

First Tajmahal picture clicked by Stefan.

First Taken by Kunal

Then we clicked few more pictures to hold Tajmahal better. Distance between Taj's center piece and gate is covered with British Style loan, water foundations and dais for resting.

Tajmahal and its shadow togather

This was group of this trip.

You must be wondering why British garden. Actually Britisher wanted to demolish the monument and in the process first they removed Mughal style Garden. But due to intervention of one sensible officer it was not harmed further and British garden was developed to make up the mistake.

British Style Garden in Mughal Style Monument. India hai bhai kuch bhi ho sakta hai.

Dias in the middle is popular because most of celebrities, visited tajmahal, clicked a picture on the benches put up there. So we did, atleast one thing similar to BIll Clinton (Everyone do not have monika in office :) )

Bill Clinton posed here once. We did as well.

After Dias next thing was center. It was guarded by Army soldiers and bare shoes was not allowed there. Apprx 360 year old mausoleum, built with white marble over the span of 22 years in remembrances of her beloved wife Mumtaj, is indescribable in words. (Fact: Mumtaj mothered 14 kids in 11 years and no two was born on same date). 55M high mausoleum, is situated on ten M high Dias and contains 6M element brass stick on top of it. Dias has the four minarets, architect to make Taj earth quack proof, on four corners

Indian Army at Work

Dais which is stabilizing the master.

Cloth to Cover Shoes or visit it barefoot.

Quaran verses were written on marbles and stones of different colors. Color of stones were red, blue, black, while and many more. Inside the building the dummy caskets were placed(Actual caskets of Mumtaj and Shahanjahan, were kept away from display).

Dummy Caskets/Graves of Mughal-e-Ajam and Malika-e-Hindustan

There is one guest house and one mosque on each side of Tajmahal. For symmetry reasons both the compounds looks similar to each other.

Guest house view from Tajmahal's window.

Tajmahal from Guest House.

Backside of white Tajmahal, Yamuna river is flowing. Other side of the river Black Tajmahal's foundation exists. People believe King wanted to meet with Mumtaj everyday in river's flowing water. But he was imprisoned by his own blood before executing his plan.

Yamuna River in the backyard of Tajmahal. Adding elements of its glamour

After spending some more time and clicking another set of pictures we moved out of most stunning, indescriable, and awestruck monument.

Tajmahal giving Side pose.

I also wanted one memorable snap with Mr Beautiful. So it dint deny to pose for me.

Taj Behind Trees - Taken by Stephans

Thoda hai to bhi acha hai.

Once we reach to the streets Stephan bought souvenir for his kids and later we proceeded for lunch. After taj, next destination was Agra fort. Another huge and gigantic place to cover.

It was great trip and I guess if you did not like Taj for first time then give it a second chance you will love this monument of love and sacrifice.

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Tribute to three Year Companion

2011-02-27T20:12:00.000+05:30

This is a tribute to a companion who accompanied me for last three years. I shared my three young, struggling and memorializing years with this pal. Last year due to my unsocial behaviors my old buddy has broken up with me. however I intended patching up the things but nothing worked and whole incident created a cavity which is still unfilled. My dost was gorgeous and fully sincere to me.

In June 2007 I moved to sterling commerce and since then I did not see zero balance in my account. For an one year experience guy, it is shameful to have nonzero account so this unwanted disgrace was not admissible to me. All of a sudden I found a reason to abdicate my money. Ashish came from US and brought me my first laptop. This buy not only sucked single penny of my bank account but also dumped me to stand in queues of Ganesha Temple, next to JNC college. Ashish told me he bought a monster. Pranshu stated "Ashish got an awesome laptop".

Ashish came back to India in the last week of July but due to non-availability of frequent fliers in group I could see it after three weeks, thanks to Suri. Time I saw the laptop, I was awestruck. It was 17 inch laptop with glossy screen, sophisticated design, awesome configuration and latest in market packed with best available software. Best part of this investment was, it costed 20K less(Baniya Hun Bhai :) ). It was HP-Pavilion DV 9000 17 Inch. I was happy with such a gigantic laptops and to keep devils away I put a Kala Teeka(Black Mark) on it.

I heard critics, i.e., Felix and Psycho, analyzing the laptop and finding out pros and cons of the laptop. Their analysis was as following. It was most suitable laptop for common man's usage which was limited. Its most undesirable feature was Its weight which had brought down its portability quotient. Laptop was equipped with latest Windows Vista which was few months old in market, so was still testing phase. Did I care about critics??? You know well.

Soon my life started whirling around laptop. Movies, Songs, surfing, chatting and blah blah were few of the activities in which I had devoted myself thoroughly. My day used to start with first peek on my laptop, "Oops Abhi to bhaga nahi (Still have not run away)". My days used to end finding best place to make my laptop invisible from unwanted visitors. Days were going and my love was growing. Normal life outside laptop was shrinking with sun's movement.

One such fine days of my love, I woke up and opened the wardrobe to fetch the laptop. But I saw it jumping from four feet high wardrobe and in no time kissing the newly built floor. This kiss turned fatal to it. My laptop was not in parts but definitely internally it was shaken. Impact was not fully understood but one clear output was the 50% reduction in active screen. I continued using it but with time, similar to person's memory, my screen was decayed and it reduced to 20% of its original size. I changed it's screen but laptop was not fully repaired yet. At this time I got office laptop and ,as second wife gets more attention than first, I dumped my old and broken laptop. Though time to time I used to visit my first but its deteriorating performance used to make me switch back to new.

I planned to sell it. Searched some place where people deal with 2nd hand things. I went to first shopkeeper and asked him if he is interested in buying my awesome but unlucky laptop. He inspected and asked "Bhai miya, kitne baar kushti ki tumne laptop se? Bahut sare scratches hai is par. (How many times did you wrestle with the laptop as it has a lot of bruises?)". Hesitantly I told him "Miya ji ek baar gir gaya tha. (It dropped from hands once)". He said "To aisa karo, bagal mein kabade wala hai, use hi bech do, vese bhi tumhare wajan ke barabar ke laptop ko kab tak lekar gumoge. 200 mil jayega. (Nearby there is a scrap purchaser, sell it to him, otherwise you will feel tired with weight equal to your weight. he should atleast pay you 200 RS.)" All bastard shopkeepers told me same.

Somehow I was persuaded about buying power of 2nd hand shopkeeper. I went to scrap purchaser and asked "Bhai kharidna hai? (Do you want to buy?)". He said "Babu ji, Loha to hai nahi, mein 20 rs de sakta hun.(It is not iron, i can pay only 20 Rs.)? I said "Kya, pagal hai kya?"(What, are you mad?). He was "Saamne plastic wala hai use bech do (Plastic scrap dealer is sitting next, sell it to him)". I went there and asked same and he said "Babu ji plastic to hai nahi, but fir bhi 30 RS dunga (It is not plastic, can pay you 30)". I returned without selling it to him.

My decision of not selling it became productive. Soon I gave it to my younger and my relationship with my comrade ended. I prepared my resume, studied, seen lot of movies, heard music and chatted with lot of gals on it and it always functioned without giving any hiccups until the calamitous event brought pause in our relationship and this pause sooner extended to break up. This a tribute to my pyara laptop who is a family friend now.

Need help??? People are here to help

2011-02-18T21:36:00.000+05:30

At the beginning of NCR life, lot of things were either difficult or confusing to understand. One among such things was Metro travel. Though Metro has reduced Traveling chaos in NCR but it is little confusing for a guy who is new to Metro System. At the start I had traveled miles more than required, got down at wrong stations and boarded opposite direction trains. One such confusing day, I was traveling in Metro. Though path was repeated number of times to me but I was not still sure if I had grasped all the instructions. So in middle of journey I thought of confirming if I have boarded the right train and I fired a question in Air. "Noida Sector 62 ke liye kaise jana hai?" (How can I reach to Noida Sector 62?).

What the hell man, I did not ask anyone and according to my prior experiences people had stared at me as though I was talking to ghosts and aliens. As soon as I realized my mistake, I tried regaining my lost reputation. But as though it was not required, I heard a voice.

One aged man heard my questions and suggested me the path. He told "Beta, tum to ulti direction mein aa gaye ho, Agle Station par utar jana, vahan se rajiv chawk vapis jakar, upar chale jana aur vahan se Noida city center ki metro mein baith jana". (Get down at next stop, return to Rajiv Chawk and from Rajiv Chawk take a blue line metro to Noida city center").

Another socialite person, who wanted to help but missed opportunity with fraction of second, pitched in. Instead of repeating same words he used his refined English dictionary. "Dude, you need to get down at next stop and catch a metro to reach CP (Me thinking: CP, CP, CP, Oops may be some Common Platform?). From CP you should board Blue Line metro which will end at Noida City Center. After coming out of station you can hire an auto to reach Sector 62".

As soon as MR gentle man stopped one more guy, who was little lazy in previous two instances, started "Nahi nahi, vahan se personal auto karne ki koi jarurat nahi, shared auto ten rs mein pahuncha denge sector 62. (No need to hire a private vehicle, you can catch a shared auto and reach to sector 62 just in ten rs."). It triggered an unhealthy discussion on important topic "Should I hire an auto or not?". After five minutes of discussion I figured out "I have to get down at Next station".

This is general tendency in North. Here people are waiting to unrest face muscles where as solving issues are less important than debating on them.

Whereas in southern part of India such things are tackled in different manner. One such incident happened just few days back.

I was looking for new job and some of my interviewing organizations were situated in less populated and less known areas. One such tiring day, I was able to locate the area but it was nearly impossible to find the building with the directions given. There were not much hustle bustle. One aged man was walking in front of me and he was the only hope to me. As per my best etiquattes I fired my question in air but loud call dint make any effect to the old man(No No, he dint have any hearing Aids). Disappointed me, walked little faster and reached to him.

I said "Excuse me sir?" Now this guy stopped and gave me a puzzled look (Hmmm, North Indianaaaa...). "Sir Do you know where is RMZ tech icon?" He stared at me as I was speaking in chinease.
He said "Englishaaa, English illa. Kannada, Tamil or Telugu?"(I do not know English, do you know Telugu, Kannada, Tamil?)
I replied "Kannada, Tamil, Telugu gotilla (I do not know Tamil, Telugu and Kannada...)"
He said "gotilla, Kannada... u illa Kannada".(Gottila is kannada word, how can you say, you dont know kannada?)
I said "I know only Gotilla, Hindi ati hain kya aapko? (I just know gottila, Do you know Hindi)."
He said "Hindi Kunchum Kunchum"
Oops, I was not interested to know tollywood actors names.
I said "No sir, Do you know Hindi?"
He said "Han, Hindi Kunchum Kunchum"
I said "What Kunchum Kunchuma?"
Now he used sign language to suggest me he knows Hindi a little. (Kunchum means a little in Sanskrit and in other south Indian languages).

I asked if he knew building. He did not have any clue about it but he took ample time to consult few more folks before sending me in building's opposite direction. He helped but it costed me a walk to remember.

But never mind, parts of India does not matter people help. Few replies on call whereas few catches and respond. North to South, everyone of us has same Indian heart and I am proud of this.

Movies which impact.

2011-02-06T21:09:00.001+05:30

Just now I finished watching No One Killed Jessica. Movie is based on a sequence of real life events. Jessica, a model who was killed in a high society party by minister's son, was denied the justice first and later due to Media interruption case was reopened and spoiled son was sent to prison.

As a reviewer I would say, Both the stars(Rani and Vidhya) acted well, things were dramatized but not over, female protagonists used more slang than required, and English was overly used overlooking common men who have a couple of words in their English. But beside all these facts movie was worth to invest my two hours in it. At times I was totally into movie, into conversations, into its dialogues. Apart from few junctions director moved the story pretty well. Both the actor did justice to their roles.

When a movie is spiced up, you can go, watch, eat and return to home without scratching your head. Whereas when a movie raises concerns, points out issues and suggests changes, which relates to either us or system or environment, then those concerns, issues and changes make us to brainstorm for unanswerable questions. Yeah well, people come out of such movies without bringing those demons out of theater hall but for me leaving those takes ample time.

In the past, Bollywood has really moved. It has produced number of movies which were not left while coming out theater. Welcome to Sajjanpur, Rang De Basanti, Wel done Abba, Black Friday, Rann, Striker, Love Sex aur Dhokha, City of Gold, Rajneeti, Red Alert: The War Within, Lamhaa, Once Upon a Time in Mumbai, Peepli Live, Do Dooni Chaar, Firaaq and many other movies in last two or three years which took social enigma at the center stage and tried pointing out problems in different manners. Either they have taken the comedy route, serious tone or dramatized form of problem but all of them posed questions about society and system to us.

Welcome to Sajjanpur is based on rural social issues, which narrates the difference among various social segments and people. Rang De Basanti, is all about youth who want a change but change came at the cost of their own lives. Well done abba is about corruption in rural India. Black Friday, Story of burning Mumbai and its inhabitants after 1993 bomb blasts. Rann exposes a corrupt Media institution which creates and manipulates the news. Striker screens the changes in life of a player after riots in Bombay. City of Gold narrates the story of corrupt ministers and their relation with gangsters based in Maharastra. Each of these above mentioned movies were not just two people story or a family drama but these were screening sufferings, corruption, social problems and lot more.

No one killed Jessica posted lot of question to analyze. May it be Media involvement or ways, adopted in judiciary system, or process, followed by investigations agencies, or corrupt politicians or involvement, from us, weakening the roots of India's infrastructure. All of us to either try to save our burning asses or try to make from burning someone else back.

If we talk about Media involvement in Jessica murder case, as depicted in the movie, they were not even concerned about the proceedings of the case. Once the case was closed, then one journalist saw it as a high-profile case and an opportunity to prove his/her skills.

Was this right to check the case once it was closed? Can a journalist be so obsessed with own decision that they ignore everything related to it? Do not journalists go through the News Paper everyday? Was the case picked to get the revenue as there were not much more in kitty?

Does not judiciary think there are lot of changes are required in the trial process? Is not there any committee to audit cases where the judgments were changed at the later point of time?

Even investigations were not to its best. Lot of things were captured(audio which was used later in Jessica's case) but was not shown in court even by investigating lead police official. Why?

There are more questions posed to us. Were not we(Common Man) aware about circumstances of trial but no one reacted until someone like media reacted. Do we always need wake up call? Eye witness became hostile under the power. Do not we people got some instinct which can suggests what to react?

I know all these questions will be pushed back in my mind in few days and I am not sure do I genuinely need answers. I am little confused if I know the answer. Tough to get all answers and tough to take actions for improving methods and processes in corrupt Indian systems and hoping some day things will change and Bollywood directors, writers have to think out of the blue to write such engrossing stories.

PS: Thanks for bearing for such a long time.

Enjoying Ubuntu time

2011-02-04T19:22:00.000+05:30

For past couple of month, I am using Ubuntu, which has provided experience of windows GUI@Linux features.

I had been planning to move on Linux for past 3 years but ease of work@Windows had been stopping me to pain my a**. But with time my machine's aged (Who said only living creatures age? ) and its output decreased. With machines performance, first windows sobbed, then it cried and finally I wept :( . Microsoft Vista was not able to open IE in 5-7 seconds. Horrible :( :(... Whom should I pass my condolences? Me, whose endurance was tested by Microsoft, or Microsoft who lost one loyal.

Finally I installed UBuntu, most safest and tested version of Linux. My transition from Microsoft to Ubuntu was smooth enough. Thanks to Linux and Open source community, who have made Linux viable for common people. I was pretty confident about my working skills on Linux. How? Dude, I am computer science grad, I had worked on Unix for whole 30 hours i mean 1800 minutes@college. I was all set.

Everything is fast, smooth and easy. It used to take 10 minutes to start my windows where as Ubuntu starts in 10 seconds. Impressive, is not it? Everything is available for free. Whether it is a software for programming, gaming, searching, Internet, and what not, it is available. Along with that I am loving black terminal to type cp, mv, ps -ef, ls, ls -l and other command which is not known to window users, Hmmm achievement, can I boost these commands in office?

With time I realized things are not as simple and smooth as I was expecting them. In other terms my learning was started even before I could enjoy this transition. Every day I encounter a new issue and I have to solve them on priority basis. But With times my problems are reducing and my Linux addiction is increasing.

With Linux I have an opportunity to delve into new things and areas, So I am trying to get best out of this migration and At the end of the day, I am happy to switch to Linux. My plan for future is to throw windows away from my laptop. Come guys, Lets make world Window free :) :).

Australian Open - Rivalry continues

2011-01-15T22:22:00.002+05:30

It is January 15, 2011 and the Australian Open will be starting just in 2 days i.e. January 17. First grand slam of ATP tour begins a new year of grand slams for each individual tennis player and another fun filled year for tennis lovers.

Australian open for a tennis player is similar to a Shankhnaad for a warrior. In Melbourne each player gives his best shot to win a match contesting best of 5 sets. As each player has to battle out at least 3 sets, against some one who is among top 100 players, it increases the intensity of match and tests the endeavour and stamina of an individual. As this outcome of this battle affects lot other individuals (Followers, Supporters and family), it really tests mental strength of the player. Indian tennis stars, Sania Mirza and Somdevberman, are living under such mental burden.

Each individual player starts his tour with a specific goal. A few players try to enhance their existing ranking by the end of year, where as few target just the rounds of Slam and for few it is the matter of their reputation and rivalry. For a person who lived his life as a king is now fighting to reclaim his crown, where as the person who ousted the king, is to battle out to prove the unworthiness of previous king.

Next two weeks will feature tennis at its best. Players who could knock the door but could not win, Murrey and Soderling, are hungry to achieve their first. Whereas kids who could win only once, Potro and Navak, have lot to prove yet. But again everyone is looking for a clash of titans. When these two titans meet in final, it increases the intensity and competition to seventh sky and environment of the court is enigmatic enough to explode nerves of a high blood pressure patients.

Rivalry between these gentlemen is not new for tennis. Every great has come across such rivals in his career. Pete Sampras faced Agassi, Borg was against Mcenroe. But both Fedx and Nadal are contenders of greatest of all time and this fact tells why matches between them are more ferocious and entertaining than matches in past. Though I want to see Federer winning but not before another great game of rivalry.

But we are forgetting few folks who have potential to spoil the treat. In this era of these two great players we have ignored few other good players. So it is not totally impossible to see final featuring none or one among Roger and Nadal. Roger will fight with Navak whereas Nadal will face Soderling and Murrey, before securing their place in final.

In the aura of great and good players it is possible to see upsets and As Paul, the octopus, has already died, it is not possible to predict the future so easily, So lets wait and watch the game of tennis.

Some classic movies from my past

2011-01-08T12:08:00.000+05:30

Today me and my roommate were discussing classic old Bollywood flicks. I do not remember how did we start the discussion but we ended up counting n number of great movies. Due to perishable brain memory I could recall only a few. These recalled movies are always fresh in my memories so I dint have to stress much to remember them back. Among these movies a few changed the momentum and Bollywood trend, a few were edited and acted exceptionally well and the magic these movies created was not ever recreated in any other movie, a few were greatest dose of laughter, a few were great emotional drama and a few were just simple enough to watch and enjoy.

A Few of the flicks, that I could remember yet, were the following.

Anand - This was the first to strike to my mind. Melodious songs, awesome theme and superb acting of tragedy king were awesome features of the movie. There were moments in the movie which were memorable and touching and those moments are still fresh in memories.

Chupke-Chupke - Baap of all comedy movies. You can watch this movie n number of times and can laugh on the same dialogue again n again. Apart from that Darmendra dint use his pet words "KUTTE MEIN TERA KHOON PI JAUNGA".

Andaj Apna Apna - Wow, one more to compete with Chupke-Chupke. I think this was Salman's best onscreen performance ever and Aamir's one among best performances.

Sholey - There was basanti, there was drama, it had action and it had love. Was there something which was not part of the the movie? Epic of all time. Gabbar sequences, Darmendra water tank drama, holi songs and amitabh's coin have not staled yet.

Golmal - Amol Palekar, what an actor he is? His acting had spread magic in the movie. Watch anytime, you will enjoy every part of it. I feel Palekar dint receive what he deserved...

Jane Bhi Do Yaron - It was best Dropadi cheer haran. Another great comedy to watch anytime either of TV or laptop.

Dosti - This is my personal best from my childhood. This movie has very settled story line. 2 friends, one blind(Mohan) other PH with leg(Ramnath) are on Indian roads begging for living. All of the sudden one teacher finds one guy intelligent and teacher's philanthropy injects venom in friendship and with that movie speeds up to end happily after few events.

I barely recall other movies now but there are many more which changed the Bollywood movie tracks and were the blockbusters of past and are the blockbusters of present

B Bye 2010 Hi 2011

2010-12-31T23:01:00.000+05:30

Countdown for the Year 2011 has begun and sooner we all will change calenders. Our laptops will display 2011 as current year. Was 2010 not a long year?

For me yeah it was tiring and long. Lot of things, lot of expectations, targets were either achieved or removed from the bucket list.

Most importantly "Conquer CAT - Bell the CAT" was removed from my list in 2010. Though It was almost removed in 2009 but my friend compelled me to try it once more but I did not feel CAT's addition burden in 2010.

As a part of my main achievements, I moved back to North( :( :( ). After long discussions, chats and expert opinions I choose to move to north (Few friends told me that my destiny is NCR then why to delay it more). Yeah, Yeah I got good hikes and all and now I am all set in Noida. I might have achieved chota mota chisen but this is the most important thing I could remember.

I did not fail in anything yet ( :) :) ). Okay for the facts, even if I have; I have recompiled my task list and added the task at the end of it.

2011, I have a lot of things in my bag. First, get layout plans for home, build it (My dad has told me, he wont do anything now it is my responsibility. N I have told him to sit down and enjoy the freedom). Next is to find a awesome partner from an unsuitable batch (Assuming those chicks :) will screw me). Okay lets say done.... Then marry soon... And if these tasks are completed by the End of March, one more task will be appended to my 2011 list ( :(:( ) .

Chalo koi na, abhi ke liye bas itna hi... Now will come back here next year only.. Vese what are your plans to enjoy new year? I am sitting on my laptop and talking/chatting idiots like me(Psycho right now)...

ANYWAYS WISH A GREAT YEAR AHEAD FOR YOU N YOUR FAMILY .

Old time: Doordarshan

2010-10-21T01:57:00.002+05:30

Now on television there are lots of reality shows, thriller shows, normal saas bahu programs and many other junk shows. But this was not similar 20 years back. Earlier, either when television was not so developed or when few channels were on air, there was less scope of throwing junk at the audience. In that era, in spite of having lesser amount of air time, diverse genre were telecasted.

Until Zee TV had not reached the rural junta, we were fond of DD1, or in other words we were dependent of DD1. On DD I was fond of few specific programs. I think Sunday was my favourite day. I used to watch programs through out the day.

Every Sunday morning 7.15 Rangoli used to cover all latest and classic songs. Once Rangoli was over we were asked to take bath and have breakfast. Once done it was time for chadrakanta, a story of princess deeply in love with the prince of Vijaygarh. DD had pulled out the telecast before completing the series, so I never come across the end of this series. After chandrakanta it was time for Indian superhero Shaktiman, who used to fight with evils to save the world from dark. Malgudi days, an awesome treat to watch, used to follow it. Then few more interesting mythological, and classic shows were telecasted back to back. At 1PM DD used to telecast NEWS for deaf and dumb people. After a while it was time for Shammy Kapoor or Amitabh's movie. Ending time of the movie used to clash with our playing time, but with little coordination of the friends we used to watch weeping sequence or action sequence of the movie. Once back from most important work, we were again infront of TV searching clues of murder mystry with Mr Vyomkesh Bakshi, who used to solve every non socialistic mystery with his extra ordinary mind. This was general routine for Sunday excluding inevitable last time changes.

Apart from Sunday's telecast there were few big shows on DD. Shanti was my one among my favourites, watching Mandira Bedi fighting with world for her rights was treat to my aunts and me. If I remember Mohan Kapoor's Office-Office series was also started from DD. Few programs which I can not really remember were also in my must watch list and I used to enjoy big time.

As with time things changes and people get to know more about world. Same happened with us. Zee was introduced on our cable. Zee replaced DD and things changed. Now rangoli was replaced with Top 10 with additional spice. Ramayan was more idealistic so Zee chose Krishna to idealize and other things were changed. Zee also brought different variety. Hum Panch, story of husband stuck between one wife hanged on wall and other on neck and father of 5 female monsters, was always enjoyable. Then I do not remember much apart from one that I always wanted to see and could not ever watch on TV.

First horror show, in the history of Indian television, Zee Horror Show was introduced. I used to hear a lot about it from people in my school. They used to talk about the story and thrill of the horror. I myself decided to have a look on the show. I prepared myself to watch the show with whole family as it was famous in my family as well. The show used to start with the cat's voice. That was it. I heard the sound of cat and never ever watched Zee horror show. I was so frightened that it took almost 2 hours to settle my nerves down. After almost 16 years I watched few episodes of it on youtube and found out how silly i was to get so scared with such an idiotic and childish horror.

Anyways law also forbid to punish a minor, so as I forgiven myself for such a childish act. But that television era has left permanent spots in memory which are not yet faded a little and I do not think they will fade down further.

Tea Breaks

2010-10-15T22:47:00.000+05:30

In India tea breaks, with colleagues, are the part of our job. We are not paid only for working but apart from our work there are lot other factors which contribute to our compensation. Few of those factors are gossips@work place, unworthy meeting, town hall meetings to present nothing but some figures to stop people from leaving company, idiotic boring and unnecessary product trainings (To hamper the confidence of a person who is already working on same product for past 6 year) and tea breaks. There are chances to avoid few of these factors by displaying affection to your work but it is inevitable to avoid Tea-Breaks. Not that you want to invite acidic problems by sipping more and more coffee but the depth of these discussions pull you out of your seat. These breaks are funny, knowledgeable (At times you get to know about the new entrants in office. :) ), harsh, and few of these discussions are not categorized.

In general these discussions erupt based on crowd. When you are coming with colleagues including team lead or manager you got to talk about sports i.e. Cricket, Hockey, Football, CWG, you talk about cars in the market, pollution, population, crowd on the road, places to visit around Karnataka, some philosophy, some debates, pulling someone's leg, photography, driving, movies, songs, player, composer, director, festivals and many more interesting topic. Moreover these discussions keep repeating with the time and new facts keep emerging.

Oh there are times when your TL and manager do not accompany you, it is time to discuss company, its future, our compensation, manager, work, TL, plans for MBA, plans for leaving company (Though no one reveals it), HR policies and rarely general discussions. In a way these discussions are as interesting as discussing cricket in public as everyone is indulged in it from core of his heart.

Apart from these groups there is one more group, called office friend (Group where you can crib about anything to everything... Even about your desperation to have a girl friend.). These creatures have the least number of topics to discuss. For me I end up talking about table tennis, new gals employee, so called chicks, MBA college, disputes and problems within team and manager, Daaru parties and some time trying out plans to explore places around Bangalore.

All these discussions are quite exciting and ice breaking in itself. These tea breaks add lot more different flavors to the boring office life and this is the reason we Indians love them most.

Hail Dictator

2010-08-13T09:25:00.000+05:30

India is a democratic country. As part of democracy, there are many luxuries which have been assumed as rights. These assumptions are so dominant that differentiating luxury and right becomes difficult to us. For example, to select a leader of a group of 5 people, we vote to choose one. Is it luxury or right? I do not know it. But I have one question; this question keeps me awake for hours.

Would it be possible for us to survive behind invisible bars of slavery? What if someone declares emergency again like Indira Ghandhi did it in 84? How will it (I don’t mean to people lying on road in the blood-pool) impact India? Some dictator or a dictator, would he be able to make us feel prouder on India?

I do not know much but As an Indian, I have lived my whole life in democratic fashion and finding alternative to the democracy is just rubbish thought to me. But on the other hand it feels I have not thought much about country. Did we ever thought; what is this democracy? Is not this more similar to a puppet, who is handled by few illiterate, chauvinistic and corrupt people (I think most of you will not agree with me)?

So Instead of choosing Indian destiny on caste, religion, region, money and reputation, if a intelligent dictator chooses right peoples to march; India may grow fast enough to catch the developed economy. There will be less strikes, dharnas, road blocks, and stone pelting. Person in power will command all the departments. Functioning of government will be centralized. All the order will pass from one side and executed thoroughly without execution delays and headless errors. It is just the start, there are others thousand more things which will grow, develop, resolve and evolve.

I will close this post without counter arguing. I will continue this in next post.

Saina: Does she have potential to fight with Cricketer?

2010-08-01T00:04:00.005+05:30

Saina Nehwal is in news for past 1 month. Besides performing her career best, she has achieved what most of athletes or sport persons could not achieve. Earlier it was heart breaking to see a very small space provided to her Chennai open win. Story of her second tourney win occupied the same amount of space and media kept its promise by giving the same paper on her third win as well. But it was fascinating to see the awareness of people in India.

Besides not getting the deserving coverage, there were thousands of people who reached to receive Miss Champ. It was more appreciable as media did not provoke these applauses; these applauses were from people of India who made Saina a shining star. Here onward media started to unearth her detail most of the media could grab her daily routines and health diets. Government placed her in the elite league by presenting her the biggest sport medal.

But will this be a break for her? There are sports which pop up in the middle of nowhere to claim the limelight but this shine fades in front of Indian cricketing Community.

Saina has done well to reach to the number 2 and most importantly she could take her name to common people. But her success poses few difficult questions to answer.

First question, would she able to survive and digest the limelight? There are 10s of examples where it took time for sport persons to digest the sudden glamour and most of them just slipped into the trap of glamour. Saina is also a human being, so it is okay to slip once but if she is able to stand up after first slipping then it is not difficult for her to ride and enjoy the glamour.

Second question, would her future efforts pose the threat of switching sport dharma? In my opinion in this era it is possible. People are exhausted with the extreme cricket and their exhaustion can prompt them to get rid of loyalty of cricket.

These 2 questions are somehow related to each other and answers depend on Saina's performance. Now if she wants to depict herself as the survivor (From media fame) as well as reformer (new trends of sport), she has to curb all difficulties to follow the same road map that has given her this glory. I do not know future but I can just wish the young lady and expect her to break all the records created in the history of badminton.

Best of luck Saina.

Ghoda Ki Shadi

2010-07-04T00:05:00.000+05:30

One month back, Sidharth Gaurav Nayak aka Ghoda called to announce that he is tying the knot. Ghoda is first from computer group to tie the knot. I was happy because as per the expectations I was one to marry first but it was him, victim of traditions. Apart from this I was happy with the thought of attending a marriage after 8 years…

Time passed and it was 1^st July. Tickets to Bhubneswar were booked. We shopped a little. Gaurav bought couple of shirts and one Kurta, the amusing fact about kurta was it had 50 odd shiny stars and 20 odd sparkling Moons.

2^nd July morning, everything was on track, we reached airport and deported to BBW and after few hours we landed … Ghora, who claimed to have booked the cab to pick us up, told us to get a cab for hotel… kamin sala. After a short journey, all of us were there in a hotel room chatting about present, future and unforgettable past.

It was Nikasi time; all drinkers and nondrinker were out in open in front of Ghodi that Ghoda was riding. Our dance steps, which were undiscovered till now, were not funny at all…JJ I remember trying Nagin dance though it was not successful enough. I wonder why not Bollywood choreographers include those steps in their choreography. Sidharth Gaurav Nayak had confused smile on his face, I do not know was he happy for a companion who will bear him for life time or unhappy for losing the freedom. Being the selfish bump, I dint care much about his state, I kept dancing and enjoying the moments…

Time of Jaymala, bride tried hard to put the garland in the right neck (Ghoda’s neck) whereas for ghoda the task was little easier than fetching a cock from a cage. We took some snaps with smiling couple. Now it was time for dinner so we left the blessed couple behind to spread more smile and headed toward dinner tables.

There were vendors trying to finish their stalls as soon as possible. There were numerous options but best was Gulab Jamun. I reached to the stall and asked for one, guy asked me Bhaiya lo, and

TRIN TRIN TRIN….

Oh it was my alarm and I was still sleeping… It was 7.30 AM and flying time is 11. As I found it is little early to get up so took nap for few more minutes. Few minutes were not hostile. But Cost of our extreme laziness was 2 hours and we started at 9.30… Now it was the race with time and it was extremely difficult to keep the pace with it. Gaurav hired Meru cab and cab started at 10.00 from Dairy Circle. All hopes of winning were replenished but sooner Mr. Driver suggested it will take atleast an hour to reach the airport… What?

Bhaiya, Mera flight hai@11.05... Sir mein try karta, 5 minute pahle pahunchte 11o’clock. Now environment was little tense but I was calm. According to me Mr. Driver was trying smart, he was keeping little time in case of unprecedented events. Our cab was speeding; speeding beyond the permissible limit toward airport whereas warning to slow it down was ignored couple of times…

As promised we reached at 5 to 11.00AM. I rushed to the check-in counter. I still had hopes and banged at Kingfisher counter.

Your flight has departed… what? Departed? What are you talking about? There are 10 minutes left. Can’t you do something? Sir I can reschedule your tickets for tomorrow… Tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow? Will ghoda remarry tomorrow for me? Sir nothing is possible, please leave the way for others… thank you very much…

From the incident I learnt, every unsuccessful attempt is synonymous to never tried as I could not convince anyone that I missed the flight.

Life@Bangalore

2010-06-16T00:17:00.001+05:30

I have been in Bangalore for the past 4 years. Out of these four years, I spent almost 2 years 9 months just in one house. But after leaving my first house, I have not rested for a single day. Every day brings new NEWS consequently every NEWS turns into multiple tensions and every tension asks to make some undesired changes and As per the human nature it is not possible to adapt or accept those changes in such a short time span but I have tried accepting them rather you could say I am forced to accept them.

In past 15 months of my bangalore stay, I have seen five different locations of south Bangalore.

First location was kormangala, it was my first destination in Bangalore. Here in Kormangala I spent memorable moments of Bangalore. Then I had to leave this place for once and forever.

My second destination was Taverikeri. This place is most miserable place I have ever lived. Our flat was luxurious and most importantly owner of our own TT Table was the biggest luxury for all of us. But at the same time world outside was full of miseries. Stinky place, smelly lanes, busy roads and no restaurants were the few among its various fascinating features of this area. Here I stayed for 4-5 months. People started relocating to other cities hence their intercity relocations had caused my intra city relocation.

From Taverikeri I moved to Jaynagar 9th block. Jayanagar is a better place than Taverikeri. Big Bazar, Central Mall, market and all others amenities were on a walking distance from my house. I did not face any issue except few bedbugs. Some nights I had to wake up and stop donating my blood for these blood sucking bastards. Those Sundays, which were fixed for DEATH BY CHOCOLATE (Corner House - Jaynagar 9th Block.), are still in memories.

These sunny and happy days did not live long, and I moved to JP Nagar's forests. As it was a forest so everything was out of the accessible parameters. Whether it is restaurant or a shopping complex, none of them was near to our building. As my latest X-Room mate cum X-Colleague is moving out of Bangalore, it was mandatory to find a new place and new people.

Now I am residing in BTM Layout 2nd stage. Here house is good, everything is nearby and people do not look like leaving so Lets see how things go ahead.

It is been long and tiring journey for the last few months. It looks like my life has become a life of a NOMAD.

Guhantra: WMS Official Party

2010-06-07T00:12:00.049+05:30

Sterling is facing a liquidity crunch, which implies no more team parties for us with sterling money. So, burdon of arranging a party was on our recession hit pockets, which will surely burn a hole, if there is not one. In these dire conditions few enthusiastic people find reasons to impact economy more :(. Madhav is leaving and it is a tradition to arrange farewell for the parting person, so here is the reason :) :).

After fierce and extensive discussions we booked Guhantra resort to spend out Friday evening. Guhantra ,which means inside the cave, has all the indoor activities inside the cave. Along with caves you should expect little more. You may expect few stones in Beach volleyball court, bulls-eye marked with chalks, unmanaged grass, lots of mosquitoes’, non ac dance floor, and 1KM bullock ride.

Entrance Cave

Auditorium

Guhantra entrance is one of about 100 meters long cave and which opens into a big nice auditorium. The auditorium has bar, dance floor, water fall, swimming pool filled with dirty water and food court. Besides, there are a few outdoor activities and one nice swimming pool.

Me in Auditorium

After finishing the resort tour with our guide we started with beach volleyball. As we were all novice, so initially it was difficult to keep the ball in the court and due to enormous wide open area near the court, time spent to fetch the ball was more than time spent to play the game. With every passing minute, game matured and people started holding the ball in the court at least for 3-4 passes. After an hour drunkards became conscious of loosing time in unimportant activities (Drinking is only important activity to them) so the game halted.

Starting days

Running to Fetch the ball

Waiting for Ball to come

Gins also ran too much to fetch the ball

Now it was time for short archery session. Here Ekesh topped the chart whereas Hari grabbed bottom position. For Hari, it took skilled advice from 3 persons and 10+ wasted shots to hit first correct shot.

Ekesh the best in archery

Snacks included tea, pakora and philosophical discussion/gyan. After snacks, few of us marched toward pool and rest began the big daaru session.

Pool water was clean and none other than us was there to spoil our party. From the group of 5 people 4 knew swimming. This time I was at the receiving end. Every skilled swimmer was trying to explore the fundamentals of swimming. I think though I could not learn it but I can surely write a book named "Learn swimming in 30 minutes". Having Beer in the pool was more fun. This fun session was called off for dinner session.

Resting at Swimming pool

We reached the audi and to our astonishment there were some 20+ empty Beer bottles. I joined the party and started consuming Beer at much speed, to account for the lost time. At around 9 o'clock we started dancing on some songs. Dancing, Drinking Beer and eating Roti were the processes of one complete round and I completed such numerous rounds.

Party was due for an ending but people were not ready to leave(as if if they ever are!!). So it took some time to move people out. Finally all of us were there in respective cars.

I do not know what I told and said but believe me, I loved the feeling of getting out of senses though I do not want to repeat it as we all know precious things lose the charm if they are attained much number of time.

Finally Sterling met to its destiny

2010-06-03T12:26:00.000+05:30

Few weeks back one colleague told me about the probability of sterling commerce's acquisition. But it was not possible for me to figure out the reason behind IBM's motto of buying and AT&T's intentions of selling. On the contrary it was my fear that ignored the facts which were strongly signaling the forthcoming unexpected changes.

Few weeks passed without any significant events. One such general day I reached office at my usual timings. There was something fishy in the environment. People were standing in groups and they were discussing something which was still unknown to me. As per the human nature my curiosity had already been reached to 100th time. I sat down, opened laptop, started outlook and read all the mails.

Oops I dint find anything unusual, Okay let me ask reason for such unexpected activities at the floor. My TL predicted the possibility of an announcement in the Sterling worldwide meeting which happens on last Friday of each month. Speculations were heating up, gossips were increasing and rumours were spreading. Though it was impossible to predict the flow of the events but to in line these events sterling pantry was filled with max possible groups.

Finally meeting started. The first shock, IBM big guns were accompanying Sterling's bosses. People were clueless and they were hushing. We all had idea and no one wanted to believe until the announcement was official. People were praying of an announcement about a business tie up with IBM.

Sooner or later dream were to be broken. Meeting started with Steven Auldts, VP Sterling commerce, who was anchoring the meeting. After his first few words, he showed the reality to the people and announced the merger (merger: Big fish eating small fish J ) of Sterling Commerce and IBM.

Oh I was Sterlite when I joined the meeting, and now I am an IBMer since I left the meeting.

Bangalore No More heaven for me

2010-05-30T15:50:00.000+05:30

Few years back Bangalore was heaven to live. People/Friends were there to hang out with, few had more time, noon were not as hotter. Everything was just like living your dream time with your own hard earned money.

Now things have changed. Noon is exposed to more UV rays than earlier, College friends have chosen their destiny. As part to their decisions either they moved to other states or re-entered to colleges or could not find time as they need to fulfill their other important commitments.

Am I happy with this life? :(:(:(

Hmmmm, nice question :)... As we always say there are pros and cons for everything. Are there any pros? Oh surely there are, I can list few. My manager who never expected me to work 8 hours now expect me to code for 15 hours a day because I spend more time in office rather spending it at home. So chances of getting good rating has enhanced a lot. I can read more books(It rarely happened) at home. I can learn new technologies(Techie thought). I can learn some instrument(Oops no music sense), write more blogs(Poor in talks), talk to people more on phone(Oops noone calls me as well) and may be because I am not surrounded by guys anymore; I can find a partner(No good girl in my circle) for me.

Oh I never thought there can be so many advantages :( :(. I know I know I am bullying a lot but...

Oh what are the cons of the whole migrations? Hmmm, I don't find people to hang out with, people to fight with, people to argument(mostly nonsensical manner) with . I think this is what matters most to live the happy life. Now if I have to go out to shop, i have to think 10 times and but there was a time, when people used to ask and I used to deny as I had been to market twice earlier in the day. So all in all I miss a lot of things wwhich is named Bak*****.

Muththathi - 11 April 2010 - Continue

2010-04-24T00:15:00.002+05:30

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Now no nosense, all this will make sense.

We were 8(Srikanth, Gautham, Mitalee, Soumaya, Om, 2More and me), all were ready to trek and enjoy the heat of mountain. There were 7 peaks, and we decided to hoist our flag on all the peaks. Our glucose level was very high. It was a 3 hours trip but the trip was under the surveillance of sun god,
who was producing more heat than normal. (Dude, I have one important question - How the hell does Sun god know that I am going out to trek? Shhhh he never let me trek, I was still praying, he will prey some
other group today).

There we were, are we? All of us did not know if this is the right place?

We verified as well. Oops there we were, next to a shrine, next to a hill station and near a river (ravine or I should say dam - Place where water smells as stagnated water). As there were no clear pictures of the hill tops, no clear ways to travel up to enjoy trekking, so the verification was the continuous process. First step

toward the journey was to cross Kavery, vehicle was a circular boat and driver was a 10 year old kid. In the mid of the stream our boat was little unbalanced and we were scared. Dude what is the depth here? How many of us know swimming (For the matter of fact there were 2 swimmers only)? All those questions were remained undiscovered as it was desired and finally we were on the other side of Kavery. Oh did I
tell I helped kid to row down the boat with long hands like pole.

There were two sides to trek up and we choose one. We started horizontally to find the way to trek vertical. We walked and walked horizontally in the heat on the sand, in the treeless forest. Two were down soon. Mitalee and Soumya seated under a Banyan tree and rest of us walked to find way up. We walked one more mile and our patience also went down. Here we found only one place where stinking water of river was producing sound effects(Somewhat similar to fall). To reduce down(omit) the tiredness and heat we spent few minutes at the same location. But all was in vain. We came back under the Banyan tree. There we had snacks brought by Mitalee and while eating I figured out my hands were still recovering from the smell of stinking water.

Okay It was over, we returned to our cab and moved to Bangalore. For me it was the worst trip of my lifetime. Stinking River, unfamiliar smell, treeless forest and horizontal trekking was the achievements of
the journey. May be it was the bad timings, but I would suggest if you want to enjoy the day then stay away from Muththathi and if this does not scare you then you are worth the place like us.

Muththathi - 11 April 2010

2010-04-24T00:11:00.004+05:30

On Apr 9th, Friday, my colleagues forced me to plan to go out. They (I am included) were exhausted with the work pressure (Hard work put up@ TT/Foosball) and heat waves (Truly hot) of Bangalore. Somewhere out??? Dude, you guys could have told me before; now I have committed my Saturday. But their thirst to go out was so unquenchable that I had to accept their proposal***.

*** Conditions apply: Trip was trimmed down to one day and we had to find place near to Bangalore.

Now time to finalize the place. We got few places which were were spread out over several categories. Few of the categories got interesting comments like this. Shrine was the place where people could have lost their Jawani ('chiiii, Bhari Jawani me sadhu nahi banna chahati mein'). One guy could have failed his history exams because of Archeological Places listed(Before each history exam I used to be in dilemma - 'Akbar Auranjeb ka baap tha yah Auranjeb Akbar ka'). Dams were short of water (Shhhh, what will we do there? Machi pakdenge pure din). Hill Station was too tiring for people who had already put extra pounds (Mera BF patla ho jayega). Birds sanctuaries dint have charm (I do not have interest in watching chidiya bird, ohhh birds are there around - Though my company does not have many arrre bhai any...)

Anyways after whole set of comments, arguments, advices, and place promotions it was fixed. Oops here it came, the place unanimously (Dint find any good competition) selected was Muththathi (It took exactly 10 days to pronounce it correctly.). Others preparations were booking the cab (booked late Saturday night), getting the road map (Nobody had any idea) and getting something to eat (Oops thanks to Mitalee, with this act she improved her gal quotient in my eyes). Okie dokie, lots of nonsense, come to the point. Oh this blog is growing. Ok I will split it here. Arre one more click please.

Hope this change will not change

2010-03-11T11:52:00.001+05:30

For past few years we all had lost sense of any game other than cricket. We ate, slept, drank and even worked cricket. The whole nation was traumatized with cricket. But, due to some astonishing performances in recent past, we have been recovering from the state of trauma. Let it be either tennis diva mirja or speed master kathik or badminton ace Saina or snooker champion Advani or grand master Vishvanathan, we all talk about them. We all managed to sneak on their activity and get time to discuss about them. Media started showing what Indians are doing in those sports. So it feels refreshing to see media, people, and papers to talk, discuss, analyze, and argument about sports not cricket.

Currently we Indians are witnessing the Hockey world Cup. What a cup it had been for Indian hockey team. Though they were not able to carry forward the initiative taken in the first game against

Pakistan

, but they have given hopes to Indian hearts. I have seen people, at my work place, talking about S-A-I-N-D-E-E-P, talking about B-H-A-A-R-A-A-T and many other players, many other teams, many other techniques. Though they were neither experts nor players but there was heat in their words, there was passion in their arguments, it is same heat and the same passion which were always reserved for cricket. The way media and Celebes have promoted, people have cheered, we have watched the hockey it seems we have left behind the reservations of cricket and started giving place to other wonderful games in our heart.

It would not be surprising to see more Indians world champs soon in each and every sport. It is not deniable that support any other game with the spirit of cricket is impossible but adoring other games may lead to change of luck for us in other games also which is a very pleasant change for Indian sports.

CATrama - Cat 2009 Drama

2009-12-04T19:37:00.004+05:30

CAT went online, this is old news. But news channels across India horrified each and every participant interested in IIMs. On 28th Nov 2009 all the TV channels were neither concentrating on Indian Cricket Team nor fighting with Pakistan terror groups, but all of them were flooded with the news of crashing servers, with the stories of the students who could not take the exams and with the views of negligence of Indian Institute of Managements. Each small or big journalist was rebuking IIMs’ display of negligence and blaming IIMs for compromising with their testing and judging standards. All news papers, TV channels, kids, forums were standing together to slam and doubt the reputation of world’s most renowned Indian institutes. Were IIMs really worth of this flak? Dint IIMs take all precautions to ensure their own reputation?

In my personal view, they were not. We all are in a society where we are living on the tip of valley where minimalistic error could disjoint our bones. IIMs are no exception to this rule.

IIMs’ biggest mistake was not able to ensure that the prometric server would take such a huge load on day 1? IT call it performance testing. So the question is; whether IIMs ever questioned Prometric about performance testing if not then it was the biggest loophole which they will add in their priority list for next year. This loop hole was exposed the very first D-day which scathed the reputation of the institute. But even after considering it as a glitch, if we look at the percentage number of the students who could not take the exam at the designated day is hardly .5%. Considering such a huge software problem there were 99.5% students who could complete their exam on the designated time and place without any hiccups.

Second problem was IIMs could not control our hands and legs (L, why not?). Now if some terminal restarts in the middle of the exam then on what grounds can we blame IIM? Do IIMs need to draw a line between our body parts and terminal switches or do they need to provide a rope to tie our legs in case our legs (During exam my leg spread apart as my mind does not know load sharing JJ) are not in control? At few locations candidate could not open test before restarting the server. Were such problems huge? Na, but such small problems were aired to probe how casually money minded IIM’s dealt with CAT.

Except all these we have few more test takers who are reporting unfair advantage to the students who are going to give exams on last days. How it is unfair? Is it unfair because IIM is publishing the last slot papers and telling the students to prepare from the same questions or unfair because we are helping others to use unfair means? Is there a way to stop people from telling questions to their friends? Exam takers have already signed a non-disclosure agreement with IIM, but even after this if we do not have value of such agreement then it is us who are at the wrong side. Surely IIM’s can not ask government to block the test takers SIM card. Otherwise media (I am sick of this media now) will raise questions of Right to speak and many others.

I am not accepting that this time everything was flawless. There were people who got extra advantage, there were people who could not take exam in best suitable conditions and there were people who were sent back but in the path of major change these hiccups were minor. We human generally stand against Change that we are not accustomed to but once the change is applied we inherit it into our system. The question always arises, then why were we sacrificed for this change, but then who? Will this question change even after the century? Someone has to be sacrificed then why not us.

As an Indian, we all should respect our institutes which have given us the identity at world level. I appreciate the stand taken by IIM. They are neither scraping CAT-2009 nor planning to return to old format next year. We are in the society where small changes need solid heart because every small error could turn into infinitesimal outcry. IIMs have taken the right and big step and I feel they are almost successful in their aim. People will always have concern, but few things need to be negotiated, ignored in the way of innovation. Go green IIMs.

Badlaav Jarrori Hai

Chikmagloor Trip - Day 2

2009-09-29T00:41:00.008+05:30

First day

Next day Psycho started his day with early morning walk in the chikmagloor's dense forests. Among us, few were still struggling to fetch unproductive sleep for few more seconds and rests were getting ready for Manikyadhara Falls. We took some nice shots of wild flowers and plants which were fresh like us at the start of the day.

We drove to down hills and after a small distance driver told us to hire a Gypsy as it was not possible for him to drive further. WTF, why can not you go? But as instructed, we hired it to reach to the falls. So hiring the Gypsy was the beginning of the most troubling road journey.

Our downhill road was little like road featured in Mountain Dew Ad campaign (Darr ke age jeet hai...). The road did not have concrete dammar path, whole path was rocky and above to that Mr. Driver was taking sharp turns as though Schumacher was driving his Ferrari in Chikmagloor GP. All of us could not enjoy the green on the roadsides to keep our head away from Gipsy's roof. While driving Michael pointed out the little stream of water, which was suppose to be most charming fall @ Chikmagloor. I was asking myself, did I waste so much of my energy for such a tiny stream of water? Was it a repetition of Waynad's abby falls? Why on earth I came to see this fall. But there was no return, so we kept rolling down the hill. Finally Mr. Schumacher stopped 2KM away from the fall and asked us to walk.

Manikyadhara fall was in middle of dense forest. Environment was so calm that running water was also creating a rhythm and Ashish sanyaas plans were straightening more. In such a peaceful jungle we crossed rivers, crossed big stones and finally reached to the spot. By now I was tasted from 3 blood sucking leeches. Seeing these stuck to my legs, girls screamed first, I almost jumped, gulti lost his motion (Most scared too). It was terrible to see these species sticking to your body and sucking your blood. You could not just take a second to throw it away.

Finally our jungle walk was finished; we were in front of the fall. To see the height we need to stretch our neck 60*, such a huge fall in the wild (Can’t be at my home for sure :)).

Thanks to our early morning efforts the fall belonged to us for next couple of hours (We were the only and lonely group there). Rocks were slippery, Water was freezing and wind was adding spice into it. But it took few thoughts to enter into the water. ASA I could get a place, I was welcomed with a splash of water on my face, in the same way I replied without loosing a second.

Garima, Vidushi were just sitting and video tapping five half naked guys :).

Wild has a problem, it makes people Jungly. So in its effect we were screaming, shouting and enjoying the moments there. After spending couple of hours the wildness came to an end. We returned back to our car in an hour.

Next destination was the Karnataka’s highest point. First we targeted highest peak seen from the parking. It took few minutes to reach to the peak.

That's it, is it? So were we standing 1926 Mt's above sea? No clouds, nothing like so high, where are we? I dint have either an inch tape or a barometer to measure the height, but I looked around to find out, am I on the summit of the mountain? No, this was not it; there is one more peak which is higher, a lot higher. So we still had lot to cover. Psycho did not have courage to move, but it was impossible to return without meeting to the clouds. We convinced vidushi to accompany us, so psycho was alone and bound to come. Here we started, first rolled down, then climbed up, climbed more and was reducing the gap with the summit.

We were above Clouds, breeze was cold and wet. Would you believe we had our lunch at the highest point of Karnataka? Locals there inaugurated one temple there and were distributing Prasad. Our lunch of the day was biryani with pachranga pickle (Truly earned lunch: P).

we were still few stairs away from peak. After lunch break journey was resumed. We were walking in the clouds and Clouds, that were covering the whole place, were growing denser. Downhill view was just stunning. My words may not be able to fill the cavity between what I watched and what I wrote but that experience of watching the world from this height was great. We stayed there for a little gossip and took some souvenir pictures before returning back to the parking place.

There was nothing much left in folks, so moved to Bangalore. On the way we had our dinner at chikmagloor that was sponsored by ashish, reached back to Bangalore 11 o'clock in the night. Chikmagloor trip was a great trip, all the members of the trip had great time together and at least I did.

I am looking forward for next trip very soon in future. More pics

Trip to Chikmagloor

2009-09-15T08:45:00.017+05:30

Can you u imagine the trip after 3 years of college with college friends? Reviving your college memories is always an enlightening experience. All of you (Trip crew) know each other from the deep root level. So such trips, with college geeks, remain memorable and fresh through out your life.

It was Thursday night. Kunal reached home, we opened Google, searched tourist places near Bangalore, and found 3 probable destinations. Gulti with his little experience finalized our future for next two coming days. We all were set except few hiccups, like Psycho, did not want to come with out his friend vidushi, vidushi could not come without any other girl.

I do not think there is any need of introduction with all big guns. Vishal me, Gulti the exitincting species, rajhans saint, kunal evergreen, psycho sharmila, vidushi our new listing in friends, Garima my sister.

We planned to leave Bangalore at 7, but because of Bangalore’s morning traffic, our car arrived 5 hours late. Dude, Gulti's eyes were boiling in rage. I did not know what is going to happen to our driver. I was thinking Gulti should settle the things in little arguments. Once driver reached, he fired up, and he asked, "Kya bhaiyyyya, itni der kahan laga di, traffic mein fans gaye the kya" :). That’s all really.

Trip was started at 12 and our first stop was a temple (Name: I am still thinking :)). We all did not enter into the temple, and none of us had courage to climb down approximately 100 stairs. So we planned to ease our self and find the fall's starting point. Here the wildness of ashish woke up (Some time our saint behaves like a rahul Roy in Junoon.).

One decent guy told us that this water is coming up from top of the hill and hill top is just 300 meters above. So here it started. Water, mud, Stone, big stone we crossed everything on the way, just opposite to water flow.

We completed one KM, no peak nearby, we completed 2 KM's still no peak (Was the peak also walking with us???-RVG can only answer this...AGYAT-2). Gals behind us were just to faint, then my conscience woke and I asked Rajhans to halt, who was not willing to stop his journey in the excitement of discovering something unknown/unseen. Kind hearted Ashish finally decided to adjourn his tracking all because of those poor gals, who were at the verge of surrendering the courage with which they started their passion to accompany us on such a difficult track. Now we choose the safer path to move little up in the forest. But there were no stairs to reach at top, Psycho tried searching in each direction (Actually he lost the directions so he was wandering here and there). Finally we all gave up finding source of water. All of the sudden, Gulti's weird imagination went into Stone Age and started putting off his cloths (:))... Gulti wanted to cover his whole body with leaves and woods. Thank God, gals were there with us. Otherwise Gulti ka name bhi "Patte Wale Baba" hi hota (God with leaves).

Oh yeah, how can I forget, Kunal successfully saved one tree there from us. he saved it by giving it a big hug. So this was little forest trip.

After wandering in the forest we marched ahead to find the place for spending the night, as sun started hiding and announcing the EOD. We found one lodge and lodge manger informed about unavailability of the rooms. Where will we go? Will we need to spend our night in mogali (Jungle Book hero) mode? Kunal was quick enough to start making friends, Ashish started dowsing (Got chance to sleep in nature.), Gulti started talking in Gulti with driver (Jugaaaaad), Psycho was shell shocked and gals were cool. I was the one who still had some guts to talk with the rishwatkhor manager and manager came up with two vacant room and we got place to spend our night. After dinner, it was walk time. Dark night, no lights, no men on the streets, some screams, some wild sounds, on such a horrified road we were walking in the direction of nowhere. Will we become the inspiration of RVG's next movie? After 20 minutes, we headed back toward lodge. We all settled down and talked about college, college friends, achievements (Who all could manage to escape from marriage till now, who all could manage to find a gal and run with her and few talks were about jail... etc).

12 AM, Ashish became the victim of atrocities(It was his b'day, and we did bumped someone's a** for a long time. Poor ashish :(). It is night, got to get a nap.

Good night.

Road to Where???

2009-09-03T00:20:00.002+05:30

Development, progress, and growth these synonyms are more associated with developing countries than developed one. Today developed nations are secure enough to feed their people and take care of their needs, but developing countries are still struggling to feed their people. Apart from all these, developing countries are marching ahead, crushing the needs of their citizens, in the desperate attempt to reduce the gap with developed territories. Have we ever thought what are we loosing to reduce that margin? What have we achieved from these developments? Is our progress mocking the saying "To Gain, first you need to Loose."?

Today I read one article that was covering the story of protest held in Delhi by the farmers to claim their agricultural land from big entrepreneurs. This article took to me 2 year back, when I had discussion with my roomies about the building path of progress. Their thinking was to rule out such demands without delay as they are the road blocker in the path of development. According to them it is not possible to keep 1 billion happy at the same time. To make progress possible, the Indian government has to take such harsh decisions. To achieve the progress developed nation had followed the same trajectory, then why should not we follow the known path?

Now, are the comparisons between developed and developing nation fair enough? When comparing two countries, why do not we look at the infrastructure/resources possessed by each country? For the matter of the fact, USA is the 3rd biggest country in the world, while Indian continental total field area does not even stand in top 5, and the people using that piece of land is in 1:10 ratio. The land available to one person of USA is equal to the land utilized by 100 Indians. Wookay, Why to compare with the extreme, china is also developing faster than India. Then why not compare with china? China and India both overpopulated countries, but the land available for 1 Chinese is equivalent to 2 Indians. So in china too richness of resources, area available is far better than Indian Territory.

Lets just consider the Land requirement for the purpose of development; land is the resource which is the starting point of new set of troubles. Indian Rural population is marching toward cities to find a job, because either there land were snatched or were bought in the lower prices by big guns which is resulting in demolition of agricultural India. As land of agriculture is reducing, it is leading to less grain production, asking for high import of grains, so in few years we will be eating imported floor. Won’t it be a luxury? Poor will loose their jobs. So India will move further, but along with the increasing burden of problems.

Guys, I am not really against the industrialization, but why are we chasing the external dragon, even if our internal dragon may swallow the country soon? Do not we have some moderate path which will not save us from destruction marching us to the construction?

X-factor

2009-06-29T01:09:00.001+05:30

In office all of a sudden this discussion was sparkled. We could not finish this debate there, so I thought of sharing it. The question was, are Muslims more Aggressive/Ill tempered in compare to other communities?

I will leave this on you to decide. in our discussion one answer was hanging in between of other two generally acceptable answers which was supporting both sides by stating that Muslims are chauvinistic about religion. So anything stated against there religious believes turns them aggressive.

I was on the side of NO. My thinking says it is all about teaching they have got in their journey of life. For example, In our rural areas, Muslims kids are sent to study in Madrases where center of their studies are narrowed down to teach hating people other than Muslims. Most of the part of their teaching is, "what is bad in others?" which is a negative start of life. If someone other than Muslim would have brain washed in the same way, it would have been the same results. So in whole If someone is kept apart from the world, providing him the knowledge of X-factors only, then the person will get plenty of time to process and understand the X-factors. Any human being can be moulded to become aggressive if situations are contradictory to those X-factors. There are muslims who have learnt with us in the same school where we have learnt. Can we figures out the differences between them and us?

It is true in current scenario "Ismal's modified studies" are posing the threat of extinction to Human being. But these studies are introduced by people who do not want others to know positive of society. Looking at the difference of change seeker's and Orthodox's, there is a need of prophet's reincarnation. He only can lead them to teach and learn the positives of Islam instead of negatives of others. That can bring peace to human breed.

Teaching assignment

2008-12-02T00:13:00.007+05:30

Teaching, what a fantastic job it is? Enter the room, take the attendance, open the book and ask one of the boys to stand up and read the whole passage. That's all :) Isn't it? Hee hee hee, yah for few teachers it is! Teaching was an activity that I always wanted to do but never wanted it to adopt it as profession. Why not as a profession? As all are aware teaching does not guarantee good money, as some of the other more lucrative jobs, and above to this, I hated 90% of my teachers who ever taught me.

Why did I hate those teachers? Not because they had big tummies, nor because they used to spit like some physics teacher in MAIN HUN NA, But I hated them because they never took their responsibilities seriously. Or worse, they never realized, they are carrying a responsibility. Whenever I look back at my small success I always feel there are some holes that remained open in past and till now I am trying to fill those.

I got the opportunity to take up my first teaching assignment on November 29 in Hope school. Before starting, I had mix feelings - of excitement and tension. It was fear, not of the kids, but of a challenge and a responsibility. The question that were thrilling my conscience was, Will I be able to do my best in the time provided? Will It be possible to convey my knowledge to the kids?Will I be able to do justice to the trust which was shown in me? To add to the woes,I was not well prepared as I had to prepare for the event too.

Before I could take my lecture I had to prepare for a exam and had to revise the whole chapter. Here as soon as I started studying, words started dancing in-front of me. Here, I could realise the fear of Ishan Avasthi(Taare Zameen Par). It did not take me long to realize what it takes to become a Teacher? It is not, like , a IT professional will wake up some day, and will revolutionize the educational way(I thought the same). A teacher has huge responsibility to make children understand the various facet of subject. Without showing their frustration they have to keep repeating the same things again and again. Responsibility, that was assigned to me was little more complicated. For children, English was the bottleneck and in reverse i was not able to decode the script of children who had stronger vocabulary of kannada than Hindi and English. I kicked off my lecture with the discussion on parallel rays. I was far better than what i had thought, I was able to do my best. I was able to to give them the examples. My hands were able to bring light from sun, this hand was able to stop and reflect those light rays. Everything was going smoothly. But for kids it was not as easy as i had estimated. I had to repeat one thing for 5-6 times. Even after that they seemed confused in the examples and definitions. For whole one hour i struggled with them to make them understand very basic concepts of light. I am not sure if they still got hold of that untouchable and unexplainable phenomenon, called LIGHT.

I realized that the job of a teacher is not that easy. He can not go according to the guy who is intelligent or dull. He has to keep all in sync. He has to be creative, quick, Sarvgyani(Knowledgeable), patient, strict, friendly, interactive and responsive. Wow, god, have you taught me these many adjectives for a teacher in a single day.

PS: Thanks to Kunal, he gave the final touch to the blog...

Day with my Childhood

2008-11-05T21:05:00.004+05:30

When I was a child I used to think why can I not grow faster so that I can earn a hell lot of money. That wish was fulfilled, just in a short time span, I became a grown young man. Now I wish why did I wish to earn the money? Sometimes I miss those mischief's that were part of my childhood. But we can only miss. We can feel those stupid things in children game, playing next door. Some time I want to be part of those mischief's.

Last weekend, 18th Oct 2008, I got the opportunity to engulf myself in the act of those stupidities. I and Rajhans volunteered in one of the events organized for school children near RT Nagar. Those Kids were 1^st – 2^nd standard kids who were hardly 5-8 years old. They had god gifted sweetness.

We were 9 volunteers who took part in the event, and we all were having tasks, assigned to us already. There were 2 teams of volunteers and 2 teams of kids, having 20 kids each. It finally started. People worked hard to bring those activities on the paper and charts. Lakshmi who surprised us with her motivation and hard work in creating charts, was leading the Treasure Hunt. Then after treasure hunt there was a game in which bacha-party were suppose to burst the balloons of others. I myself burst a few balloons. I was the winner though I didn’t get any prizes (:()... (I burst the balloon of the winners :P).

We started with the first group. Children's enthusiasm to play and understand the treasure hunt was inexpressible. The chart provided to me had 3 pictures each one of train, pig, calf (Kids had to tell me those name in kannada and then they will write it down on the paper from which we will conclude our first clue). I was told those three names in kannada, but I needed a few more words to communicate with those bachas, So one school teacher (Hema) helped me. Finally when they got the clue we ran like P T Usha, roaring like we won the game, our clue was hidden in the tree. We ran, ran hard here and there, in search of the clue, and finally Srinivas found that hanging on the leaf of the tree. We got next clue which was a church. So we need to figure out where the golden key was hidden near the church. We all ran 5-6 times all around the church and finally we could not win, why? Cause Ashish's team had found it. Koi nahi. Next event was bursting balloons. Now those 20 children were divided in two groups of 10 each. We stung the balloon on their ankles. They all were running to burst others’ balloons. None of them was really concerned about theirs’. So it paid to some of them. It was fun watching them and bringing them near to each other so that instead of running competition they can participate in bursting competition.

Oh didn’t I talk about second group, they were busy in pottery. They were designing different kinds of pots. Few pots were not able to stand properly, few did not have base. I made the best out of that, I made one bowl having the spoon popping out of the middle.(I know it is hard to imagine but you will love it once I will post the pictures.).

We followed the same sequence of events after the break. Now the group we took over earlier was busy in pottery and other group was with us. This time my team won in treasure hunt. Please do not ask how? In the second treasure hunt I was running with the key and children were following me. Once I stopped they all surrounded me. It was the trap from the honeybees to kill masoom Vishal. The eagerness of clinching the key in children was superb.

Once both the groups were finished, we danced on some kannnada songs. Dude!! you did not see the astounding performance of the kids there. The move of their bodies was failing the move of Hrithik. Seeing such a splendid performance was a wonderful experience. I never thought of dancing in my childhood. Even now I cannot dance. But those guys were superb.

So after running, laughing, scolding, dancing with the kids I was pumped up with more energy. The interaction with my childhood could not be better than this event. Thanks to Vibha, for providing me such an opportunity.

Sorry for adding the link late.
http://picasaweb.google.com/jeydev/VibhaHopeEvent3Oct?authkey=wzSzt0NydQQ

Kavita College

2008-10-08T23:39:00.002+05:30

Some time you feel great, some time you feel like crying. But all those emotions can be expressed well when you know the way to tell them.

It was when our college was gonna end in one month and we guys did not have any clues what to do next. People with different interests were doing different things... Drunkard community was busy in drinking daily. Players were sharpening there skills. and gapodi community members were improving there skills to argument. But all have one single pain of loosing the freedom, friends, ash and fearless environment. In such a mood i could write few words about my college...

बैठ जाऊ लब्जों की राह में, लिख्नने दिल की तरंगों को,
वक्त बचेगा नही बाकी, अपने आँसू पकडने को।
सजा के रखुंगा दिल में, इन लम्हों को यादों को
कोइ तो होगा कम्ब्खत, इस दर्द से अपना दिल लगाने को॥

पहले को याद करुं या करूं मैं आज को
फ़र्क पडता नही लगता कल की ही बात हो।
पल वो भी कुछ अजीब थे, लगता था हम बदनसीब थे
पल ये भी कुछ अजीब हैं, लगता है हम मौत के करीब हैं।
तब सोचते थे आ गये किस जहान में हम,
अब सोचते हैं, छुट जायेन्गे जिन्दगी से हम॥
ए दोस्त,
ये आना जाना तो तक्दीर है, खुदा की ढाली एक तस्बीर है
जो ना बदलती, ना बदलने देती हमको॥
वक्त बचेगा.....

मिलता एक अवसर, यदि बीता बदलने को
मिटा आते हम, मीठी सी उन हसीन बातों को।
बातों को
जो दर्द देंगी, तन्हाई में हर पल
रुलाती रहेगी मुझको, बनके दिल कि ये हलचल।
चला जाउंगा दूर मिटाने इस दिल कि तडपन को,
कोइ तो होगा कम्ब्खत.....

Liked it or not depend on you. But I love this.

Kkuch Hindi mein...

2008-10-08T01:20:00.004+05:30

Few lines that i wrote in college... These lines were not supposed to come in public, but today when I was going through my dairy, I found these lines. Sharing these lines with you all.... Lets see how good can i write

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जनाजे पे हमारे उन्हे ना बुलाना
उसे बुलाकर उसका एक और गम ना बढाना|
आ ना पाएगी, वहाँ पर भी मिलने,
मर ने के बाद हमे युं ना सताना।।
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खुशनसीब हैं वो जो तेरा साथ पाते हैं,
हम तो वो दिवाने हैं, जो ख्वाबों में भी तुम्हे दूर पाते हैं॥
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लब्ज सिमट गये, तमन्नाये बच गई।
तुम ना आये मिलने, अब तो जिन्दगी निकल गयी।
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I know all are frustu mode but mein aisa hi hun....

Is this that straight?

2008-09-16T00:41:00.004+05:30

The world is under the threat of terror. Now it seems like humanity is hanging just at the edge of cliff, one push and all will be history. But beside all these facets, Indians are facing worst of it. After efforts of decades, we are facing the issues that were faced at the time of separation. Neither the people living across the border took the breath of peace neither we have seen the sun rise in its own color (Sun is always bloody) :(.

I am not keen to give information about the bomb blasts happened in the past, but my real concern is about the trend that is being followed in current blasts. With each blast the terrorist group takes the claim. They give us the cause also. They tell the Indians, what wrong we (Indians) are doing with them. I feel this trend is more scary than the earlier. Why?

As claimed, Indian Mujahiddin is behind all these terror outlets. This terror group sends their verdicts to NEWS channels. (They do not choose government to disclose their letter. may be afraid of government. Perhaps Indian government will act faster). Without even giving the second thought, our media shows these mails as the verdict of god. Our faithful NEWS editors publish each word of the letter without even a slightest modification into it. (If they change the words then they will deceive the readers. is not it?) . Now question comes, what is wrong in all this? Media is perfect in handling their job. They are covering the blast well. They are showing the letters without breaching our RIGHT TO KNOW.

Yesterday when i read the mail published in the paper, My sympathy disappeared for the community. The faith and friendship obsoleted for my friends. But as soon as i got my conscience back i regretted over my stupidest thought.

Master mind is not just triggering the panic but it is blocking the mind too. It is crystal clear, who ever is behind the scene, is not targeting the death toll they are targeting peace of mind. Target is our social harmony. The aim is not to serve their Community, beside that they are planting the bombs in the heart of people to blast humanity. Yes, the target is to invoke next riots. Which may be similar to Mumbay, or may be Gujrat or may become more brutal. This time if something burns then it will not be only bombay, it will not be only delhi, This time Our whole nation will take part in genocide. The whole india will burn in the fire of communal ism, and in provoking this fire our media will also be the accomplice.

Here I am not saying to stop searching the culprits. I am not saying media should stop showing the reports. But something can be controlled to stop helping the terrorist. They are using us for there own purposes. They are not only spreading panic, but with panic they are spreading hate, In which, each body of our media is helping them. I do not know what our government can do for that? But i know one thing that our journalist are not such stupid fellows who can work as puppets to militants. So STOP IT!!!!!!!!

The Journey to Hospital

2008-09-14T20:53:00.003+05:30

A Journey can lead to any place.. Just get out of home and start walking. That walk will again be a Journey. But to make a journey to the hospital, it takes great courage. After facing 2 days of suffering, I chose to walk to the hospital (Does it not seem scary to you to walk to hospital and give your blood to test?). There were hundreds of thoughts that were circulating in my mind, which were increasing the fear-factor. Among them one thought was, what if the doctor says," we found unrecognized disease in your body and what if he adds, your body can be utilised for the experiments.

Anyway i reached the hospital. I got an appointment from the doctor who was supposed to reach the place at 12.30. But as each and every person in India follows the same VERY STANDARD IST. Our mr doc was no more exception. So to compensate DOC's mistake i was told to sit and wait for him. Here I started scanning the patients who were sitting quietly. My scan was over the moment i met with the eye of one girl. There was some relief. Vishal, i do not need to look at the uncles to kill my time. Now if one chik is sitting next to you then you have to show how intellectual you are. So i did the same, i started reading the NEWS-Paper. But it was unbearable to keep digging into the paper when someone hot is sitting next to you(Here I pretended she was hot, I dint examine her till now). So i had a solution, there was one TV set in the waiting room, whenever i wanted to see the chik, i looked at TV set first, then chik and finally paper. Each time i saw her, I reviewed her with patience(To the limits it was possible). This girl was sexy and cute both (Am i hyping more. So what, i have all rights provided to exaggerate the things).

Finally MR. Doc came at 1 o'clock. That guy was looking concerned about the people waiting for him for last 1 hour. And he gave his short lived smile to my new crush (Hun hun Doc bhi biryani ke piche laga hai). Time had come for examination. Nurse came and took my temperature and weight. I was really concerned before stepping on the weighing machine. What if i am under weight and this doc tells me lots of other diseases that are unknown to me. Again i was in the long waiting queue to meet the doctor. Here it was not really frustrating as my latest crush was still sitting.

Anyways, after almost one hour wait It was my turn to add few new name to my English dictionary. He asked one question What happened? i vomited each and every thing that was troubling me for last 2 days. Now he started building a layer of psychological fear. Once he was successful in blocking my mind (Which was already half blocked), he told me to get some tests done and in addition to that he asked me for injection. In that situation i was ready for everything told by my god.

Now it was time for test. The nurse took blood out of my body (Though i have very less to survive). This was not all. Here comes the nurse having needle in her hand. First she took me to a room and here we 2 were alone and she asked me to open my pant [:)]. I was not ready for that but she told me it can only be injected on your bums. He was not ready to change her stance and i was stiff on mine. But finally she had to win with her arguments which were all in kannada (For me it was KALA AKSHAR BHAIS BARABAR - I am Kannadda illiterate). Finally i gave up and my back is still paining (It is more than 12 hours after injection). Meanwhile I saw my 1 hour crush rushing toward the exit gate. I was disappointed and once again my heart was broken.

With my broken heart, coated mind, injected bums and reduced blood i returned back to the home. Oh sorry dint i tell you the money i paid. Let us leave it for now. Now I am waiting for my reports. Guys please pray for me... I know you will pray :)

Dabar or Dhaba

2008-05-16T16:32:00.000+05:30

College, a collage of friends, incidents, teachers, daru. Do not think I am missing something, as all college pass outs know study was not the part of our curriculum. From this collage we separate out some pictures which keeps knocking the heart. Yesterday I remembered one of those incidents. May be it was a scary incident, but I am sure it will make you burst in laughter.

Early winters(October), second year of my studies. I was highly addictive to tea. So me and my roomie Amit(Bone Collector) planned to have a tea at khokha(Our college's unique place to TIME-PASS). We asked few more people to come along with us. But no one agreed to come with us. So I and Amit were alone. Generally the roads to khokha have lots of human being with cattle, but today there were none other than us. The cattle were also not there. I did not think much, we kept on walking towards that khokha.
As soon as we crossed the college boundaries, 2 motor cycles stopped along with a car.(:)) Hey they were not kidnapping us, They wanted to ask something. So one of them came towards us and He asked: "OYE: DABAR kahan milega?" (DABAR was a final year student. He was the supremo of the college gunda raaj.)
I looked at Amit asking "who is he?".

But that person was in real hurry. He asked Amit again. Amit understood everything. He though these guys were hungry. He said innocently; "Dhaba to nahi hai kahin aas pass, Han khokhe hai yahan par. Maggie and Paranthe ache mil jaye hai. Bhukh lagi hai to kha lo(There is no dhaba, if you are hungry you can eat at khokha, you will get good maggie and parantha)".

I thought wow Amit, finally you solved the puzzle. But before I could have added my expert comments, I heard a thundering sound just under my ear (Chidiya ud gayi thi ab). it took me at least 30 seconds to see my self grabbed by a wrestler, who was willing to fry my second cheek too. My conditions were still ok, but Amit was weeping and saying I do not know any Dabar, leave us we came for tea, and we do not want it any more. We will go back and will send dabar back.

Suddenly those guys offer a lift till there village (:P), not really asked they ordered. I was ok with those orders and started walking towards the car. I was still in shock of that slap. Amit was saying we will not go. I was not in mood to struggle. Suddenly a hope of ray came. Amit heard a sound of 100 people running toward us. So guys it was RECK POWER coming to save us from HARYANA-DEVILS.

Those idiots left us, and started running. In the meanwhile I got my conscious back, and started noticing the bike's number. I did not remember that number. People started coming and asking what happened. Amit was in shock and I was laughing. He started weeping and telling the whole story "Unnnnnnn Unnnnnnnnnn, sala mene kya kiya... unnnnnn unnnnn mujhe kyon mara. Ab mujhe kya maloom kaun hai dabar." People were smiling and consolidating him.

The very next day, In class girls were chatting, you know yesterday 2 guys were slapped by some uni guys, and they started giggling. Suddenly one idiot came and asked hey Vishal you were one of those na. Hee hee hee.

Here I was merely escaped from a kidnap, but also it brought lots of embarrassment. Anyways whenever I think of that incident I can not refrain myself from smiling and murmuring "Dhaba to nahi hai, han par khokha jaroor hai"

Paradise On Earth

2008-04-17T12:05:00.001+05:30

Everyone talks about paradise, everyone dreams of it, so do I. But i never wanted to see it after my death (Indian epics say the heaven is on earth. At some place they refer that heaven is visible after death). I always heard: Kerala is a LAND of GOD. My dreams, to touch the heaven, were roped 2 years back. Since my first day in Bangalore, I begged to my mallu roomie for a small home trip. But he never invited us to visit his home state. After 2 years I got this chance. Not with roomies, not with colleagues. But I got this chance with my HP friends. Yogita called up to join them for Munnar. Here my journey started to Munnar, the tea estate, and a glimpse of Kerala. So guys let me not bother you with my high concentrated philosophy, here it comes the heaven from my eyes.

We started late Friday night and returned monday morning. That’s it. Just 60 hours and out of those 60 hours we were punished to stay in the cab for 30 hours (Our driver was more interested in talking with gals ;) instead of doing his real job. So his will frustrated us). Yah guys it was not a journey that everyone will look forward to. But I feel this investment was more worth than investing in the share market even though it is at its peak.

Saturday morning we entered the valley. The roads were like the marks of snake's crawling on desert's sand. But these roads were so charming that I refrain myself from blinking the eye. From a 4- wheeler vehicle you would have 3 views to look outside (Front, Left, Right I do not think any smart guy will try to work hard to look from rear view, So i considered you smart by default :) ). I was not able to decide which will be the best view to cover maximum area of such a beautiful divine place. On one side of the road was grand ditch (Could not find a better word) that was fully covered with green. On the Other side, the mountain was standing, comprising of tea plants which were adding spice to its beauty. This was not the end, sooner the sun came up in the sky to scatter its light on green land that made the view more astonishing. We were covering up the distance to reach Munnar, but the closer we were, the more beautiful the trip was.

the whole place belonge to TATAS, and on each meter of the land is covered with tea plants Here in Munnar we visited Muttakutti Dam, Echo point, backwaters, top station and some falls. Each and every place was so glamorous, that it seems, god came down to earth to design the architecture of the place. We guys had 7 cameras with us and at least one among us was continuously capturing Munnar. But Munnar never gave us chance to close camera shutters.

Anyways every trip comes to a halt. Ours' also came to an end when we marched back to home. While returning everyone was happy and praising our trip manager (Guru) to suggest such a beautiful place. I am really thankful to Yogita and guru for inviting me and arranging such a nice trip.

I do not know if I will be able to visit the place again but I would suggest you to visit the place once in life. If somehow you get the opportunity to visit Munnar, do not even think twice. I still can see the mountains, huge trees on the bank of a lake, I still can see clouds surrounding me, I can still hear my scream at the echo point, I can still hear water which I felt while boating. There is lot to pen down but restrictions are imposed to limit the words.

To feel Munnar check the link

http://picasaweb.google.com/jainvish/MyTripToMunnar

Guys I have decided to buy a plot near Munnar soon. :P. If someone interest to buy plz contact me. In case of bulk buys we can get some discount too. :P

My limits are 18

2008-04-16T00:31:00.000+05:30

This was June 21st 2007, when i joined my new company. I joined the company cause i did not have any work in my previous organization. Prabhat (My previous manager) had swore to make me a call center agent, and i swore to gain my self respect. Here on Monday, i stepped in the recreation room of STERLING Commerce. I was shell shocked. Shocked, Not because it was empty, but because it was the second most crowded place (after cafeteria) of the company. There were 5 games, 20 people were playing and 30 people were in queue.

I also joined the queue. I never knew i am standing next to pros of the table. ASA i got the chance, I picked up the racket that i never touched in my life before. Sooner i came to know it is really hard to cop up on this table with these people. The people were eying on me like i have committed heinous crime. Anyhow i finished my game and was replaced with other people waiting in the queue. I dint wanted to be eyed in this way, so i left the room thinking: one day i will play with the elite group.

Days passed, weeks passed, months also, and it is almost a year. In the whole year i asked each and every person to play with me. Some turned down my offer, some started but after playing few games either they were tired of me or they got some work. (Few were there who neither say no nor played a game) For me both the things were not reality. I was neither bored of any person nor i got work. In the whole year i played 100s of matches and i win 10's of them. I never lost the spirit of playing the game. I kept playing, kept switching games. but nothing seems working.

Now a days my game has improved. But this improvement neither clinches the games for me nor it places me into the community of moderate player. They still look at me as they did on first day. Till now winning is like a selection in IIT. The door is always open but the door is so small that i can not fit into it. I am trying to broaden the door but it is taking a long time. I wish i do not loose my spirit before i could make it large to enter easily.

For some people SKY is the limit, for me 18 is the limit in TT. Or saying in other way, SKY is my limit which has come down to 18.

Thousand Splendid suns

2008-04-14T23:40:00.000+05:30

Khaled hosseini, started writing some chunk of thought about afgan history, Afgan Woman, Afgan WAR. Then finally she end up finishing a book called, THE THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS. Every book can be categorized in Drama, Emotions, Adventure, fiction, history; But after reading the first half of the book it is really hard to find out What is the point that the writer trying to convey?

Books starts up on a slow path, and the pace degrades with the each ending chapter. So after turning few pages you will find the sentences that are struggling to breathe. There are four parts in the book. Each part is tried to connected with the other in the fully isolated manner. So hosseini tried hard to isolate each part with other but could not keep the theme going.

First part features the condition of a Agfani gal, who is trying to establish in a world. The world which is new to her even at the age of 15. She is burden to society, to father. But this brave girl tried hard to keep herself living in the man dominated world. Along with that writer tried to show the real face of the agfan thinking.

In second part she tried to cover Afgan thinking, Afgan jihad, Afgan history, Afgan era. So as a whole second part became a mixer of chemical solvent which can never come up with a result. Writer has shown her brilliance in showing dead over life. She has featured death in such a way that you can see it but she could not featured life through out the book.

Third part really makes book somewhat interesting. It pacify the life of the two main characters of the book. Again writer is able to fetch her best in describing the death. This is the most interesting part of that book.

Fourth part is trying to finishing the book, finishing it was a pain for me. But finally i ended the book. Guys beware if you are planning to take this book to enjoy. Han to know history, to know afgan struggle you can read the book. In case you started and could not finish reading it, do not miss 3rd part. you might end up covering up some amount of your money.

Kashhhh....

2008-04-04T00:18:00.000+05:30

Shreya, The girl who is one among my best friends. Our story of friendship is very long which is neither simple nor hard. She knows i had feeling for her in the past and also I know she had some feeling for me in her past. But now we are two separate souls who can not meet for next 7 janms( Mind it i never said this). Still i can flirt with her with perfection. While talking to her, she has a regular question "Vishal, When you can flirt with such a perfection then why can not you find a better partner in bangalore? Mera piche kyon pada hua hai". and my answer always remains same.. after hearing your voice my minds work 1000 time faster than normal and that is why flirting with you, is as easy as walking on the lonely road.

The kick to our friendship was given first in 11th. hey Was there any friendship that time! Oh!!! That would be better to say we two shared a common roof, a common ceiling under the instruction of some great teachers. That was all about interesting thing of our friendship. These were not the only things that we shared, some time we shared our pencils too ;) ;)(This is secret). In the class we never talked to each other. According to her she could remember two instances when we both talked. Once she had a doubt in a physics (Was i physics bond that time :) ). In Second instance we walked together for the first time in life for discussing questions that were expected in the exam. Look at the destiny here also i dint get the chance to walk alone with her. Anil and neetu, my other class toppers, was also giving their expert comments on the question. In school she was in trauma. She was scared of me. Hey I was not scary that time too but her nature could not let her come out of vishalofobia. Sometime she boasts saying "I was very innocent in school time", she did not know What the relationship(Love) is. So chapter of our two year friendship finished without even introduction. Please do not say talking, i would love to say without even seeing each other. For us it was a crime to have a eye contact.

It was really impossible to move your eyes away from her once you start staring her. She caught me hell load of time when i was getting my eye tonic ( Staring at gals is eye tonic for guys and the quantity increases if you are staring your favourite gal). She is chutki si. She used to wear those light colour suits which used to make her look more sweet. Above to all these she had a distinction from others. She had a mole on her forehead, which was just above the nose mid of her eye brows. That was the thing which used to make me crazy. I really loved that mole.

It was not the end of our friendship. We met again in Kota. This time our ego worked much stronger then our feelings. I used to think when she can talk to every second person in this world why can not she talk to me? I used to feel bad for such stupid things but never tried to go and ask her hey shreya how are you? She will talk to Anil, she will talk to Umesh, kakkar but why not me? Am i that bad, am i that ugly ki she can not give a glance at me. I did not know. And for her, she used to think what a person, cant he even start talking to me. When this idiot can talk to my mom, why not me? So we wasted 2 years in ego. We always had a feeling ki pahle tum, pahle tum.

Once kota was gone, I never though that she will come back to my life. But yah i used to talk about her with my friends, With our common friend. But for me everyone was as far as she was. In second year i met Sweta, she was nice that time. We were not good friends, but she was best friend of shreya. In third year sweta and me started building up a good friendship. While talking to her my most interesting topic was to talk about her, so one day she gave me her number. I called her up. It was our first informal conversation in past 7 years. I was damn nervous. I thought twice to ring her. I tried three times and disconnected it saying she will not talk to me. Finally i put shreya phobia to one corner of my heart and rang her up and she was damn cool. I talked to her more than 30 minutes in the first call. It was brilliant.

Here our real relationship started building. By the time shreya was not single. "Hamara chand kisi or ka ho gaya tha.. Vese when we started talking i was playing with the word of love. Akansha was there in my life". In our relationship we never saw back. Vese now we are only mobile friends. But really i feel very comfortable while talking to her. She is just a chatter box. She will keep gossiping. will keep on going. And if i'll tell her my phone bill than she will be ready some weird answers. But most weird and nice answer i got in last conversation. When i told her, out of my 1000 minute calls, 600 minutes i spent on you. she said instantly, wont you have to pay some plenty to flirt with me. Yah mam i will.

Our doctor is in ahamdabad, who is no more innocent. She tells her room partners what is the world? "Kuch baar to mujhe bhi batati hai". I do not know till what time our friendship last. But i really enjoy those moments which i spare with her on phone. So keep gossping shreya cause tera baat karne se mujhe pyar hai..

Hey listen abhi bhi teri line khali hai.. soch lena

Keep Smiling....

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