Rational Thoughts - 0.2

Thank You

2011-01-30T13:39:00.000+05:30

Hi to all my Readers,Followers and Commenters,

Hope you are rocking in your life and let the rocking bring in loads of experience and good memories in your life. I want to thank you all for reading my posts and moreover taking pains to comment on posts that were filled with grammatical mistakes. I have two letter word for your continuous effort

"THANK YOU".

No don't worry I am not giving up this amateur skill of mine but I have thought of moving on to another blogging space. You might be thinking any specific reason. Well nothing but Rational Thoughts covered stories and poems but now I want to cover some more ground that are my favorite . So to start a new thing I wanted to start on a fresh space. Rational Thoughts had it's own objective and I think I have achieved a bit in a form of your regular comments.

So if you want to be a part of my new journey, you are most welcome. My new space is called Black & White. Yes I see the world in Black and White fashion and I will keep doing it that way. Hard to change perfection at this juncture of your life :P

Thank You once again and see you being a part of my new journey.

Keep Rocking,

Prasant Naidu.

A Note - To The President of India.

2010-08-16T00:01:00.002+05:30

To,
The President of India.

Dear Madam,
On the occasion of 64th year of Independence I would love to send lots of love and greetings. I know Madam that you would be very busy but then I couldn’t stop myself. I believe that you will spend few minutes reading my simple note and let me assure that I am not driven by any opportunistic motive. My motive is same as yours; we all want to India and Indians to grow and live in prosperity.

Madame let me first introduce my self; I am a simple guy who hails from a middle class family and was fortunate enough to get a proper education. Currently working for a multi national company and trying to save money with of course buying pleasures on EMI’s. I see you are giving a confused look. I know you must be thinking then why I am complaining when my a/c gets credited every 30th of the month, watch a movie every other weekend in a multiplex, dines with his would be wife in nice restaurants. Madam the answer lays in my flats assets. Madam I have a mirror and a newspaper. Mirror that’s no more a friend of mine and a newspaper that is no more an interesting read. I know that was a foolish explanation but Madam what can I do when I read day after day thunderous stories about murder, loot, rape, infiltration, cheating, injustice etc. Madam, I have a problem facing my own mirror image. I still have some humanity left in private and I believe you will also have.

Ahaa I see you frowning Madam don’t be I trust you after all you are The President of India.

Madame let me tell you about my growth in rational terms. My brain started evolving when our beloved prime minister, Rajiv Gandhi was taking our country ahead in leaps and bound and our current prime minister, Manmohan ji was taking care of the financial sector of India. Madame by birth I am an optimistic young guy so my chest widens like all the bollywood heroes when we had a GDP of 8 and above, when our stock markets reach to new heights, when pundits from developed countries speak positive about our matribhoomi, when we bought 200 tons of gold from IMF, when we won the first T-20 world cup, when India conquered the number one status on Test ranking, when Indian movies are screened in various International cinematic festivals and the list can go on and on. Please don’t misunderstand me if I have avoided loads of achievements, this space is too small for those infinite mammoth achievements. People may think that India is a developing country but I don’t and I am confident you would agree with me.

But Madame do you really think are we really achieving new horizons? Madame please allow me to ask you few questions. Pardon me if I can’t control my emotions at any given point of time.

Madam I am sure that you remember May-June 1999. Yes the Kargil war, when we are attacked by our neighbor and the whole nation had their blood boiling when we saw the coffins of our beloved soldiers. Our brave soldiers fought for every inch at extreme and bizarre conditions. Finally we chased away the intruders and we regained our own land from Pakistan. Pakistan is still to accept it but by now new a new born baby is also aware what is reality and what myth is. Our neighbors night and day planned and are still planning to break India in pieces but I think US is yet to grow up. Forget it let me not talk about US, let me stick to my point. Madam all this makes sense in my small brain but I can’t understand why our own armed forces are killing innocent people of Kashmir in the name of curbing violence. I know every one loves to talk about Kashmir as if it’s quite a national pride. Madame, do you watch television? I know that’s a stupid question but I am not talking about our daily saas,ba,bahu soaps. I also watch television but I fail to understand what the rationality is when a bunch of learned people shout and fight on what is wrong and right in Kashmir. Madame I am not literate like those bunch of elite people but as small kid I always loved playing, going to school with my dad on cycle. I can tell my childhood was quite enchanting but I was shocked when I read an article on rediff that had a subject line meet the new generation of stone throwers in Kashmir. Madam please read the article where kids are taking stones and saying that we want to kill that police man as he is killing my bothers and raping my sisters. Madam do you think this is a good sign? We can stop intruders but how will we control our own people with this rage for their own armed and security force. Please madam take this issue with utmost seriousness. Sorry I am reminding your duty but I hope this flue doesn’t proliferate in other states as I don’t think our pharmaceutical companies can produce a vaccine for this rage and hatred.

Madam let me move ahead and revisit the dark nights of 26/11 when our own Mumbai was a battle zone. Before I talk blood let me first congratulate The Tata group for reopening The Taj Palace Mumbai (Wing-2).I would also grab this opportunity to appreciate our governments efforts for creating immense pressure on our neighbouring country to accept lot of things. Let me not get into that matter then this note would be never ending. So you must be thinking again why I am then taking up this issue when we have almost forgotten except those families who have lost their beloved ones. Madame we were quite efficient in pumping bullets on the chest of those militants but are we doing justice in pumping bullets on our fellow citizens in Naxal affected areas. I know people may debate that they have taken arms and they are also killing people. Yes I am against it and I am against arms protest unlike our own Arundhuti Roy but come to think why these poor farmers are holding up arms. Madame even they have family, they love to see the sun rising and sun setting with their family but then why have they suddenly taken up arms and are hungry for blood. I know madam you will tell that they are wrong and they are misguided but madam how can village after village join the revolution. Madam I come from that place but it was not like that when I was a child but all of a sudden it’s blood every where. Please madam I would love if you go there are see in what condition how life survives and then justify who is right and wrong. What is the point in talking about Maoists sitting in a chilled news room? Yes please make a surprise visit otherwise all your faithful officials would make a paradise and you would be puzzled whether that place ever had a drop of blood. See our officials are not that bad too but they only work when you bend the rod. Don’t worry I support democratic way rather than an autocratic style.

I know Madam you must be angry and you must be thinking why I am telling you all these. I know there is a government that is responsible for this and I should go to them but as a President I think you are bigger than any political party. I know in our democratic country a President is a mute spectator but I somehow have faith on you. I had the same faith on our previous President Mr.APJ Kalam but I was left wondering when he helplessly sat on his chair and witnessed the whole Godhra massacre in Gujarat. What an irony madam, the birth place of father of nation, Gandhiji turns a massacre ground as if we were watching a Roman arena day after day.

Forget it Madam I won’t get on to these never ending riots created in the name of religion, caste etc. I am sure that you know who all are behind it but don’t set up review committees as it’s a never ending process, waste of the hard earned money of the tax payers and the ruling government mends according to its benefit. So let’s press the escape button on these topics and I am confident that by now you must be also used to it just as all other citizens. What can you also do Madam when from peon to the big babus all eat money depending on their post and grades? Ahha don’t worry I won’t bring up the topic of Common Wealth Games (CWG). I am sure no one knows how big the corruption is but every ones in minting money. Not to worry madam no one is going to hurl shoe on you as people of India have a very short memory. We will forget like we did the Boffors, Chara ghotala and so many that came up and also the never ending list that never came up.

Okay madam don’t loose your cool and patience please bear for few moments and I am done. I know I can’t stop myself when it comes to my mother and my motherland. Oops sorry it’s also you motherland, my sincere apologies.

Madam one last question, what is your favourite food? I think it should be dal-chawal or is it something exotic. Sorry madam please forgive for my ignorance but for me my favourite food is home cooked hot dal-chawal by my mother. Okay forget it you might have different preferences but when was the last time you visited a grocery shop or a mushy market? I know no one loves to bargain but then I tell you madam all these big malls charge you exorbitant prices on the heck of brand. What will I understand about brand, I understand fresh and cheap things? Madam are you bored? I see you are lost in some thought. I think I got it, no madam I don’t belong from the opposition party. Forget me being associated to any party no one ever served a government company except my father. So please delete that inane thought. So where was I, okay mushy market? So your silence makes me confident that of late you have not been near to any market. It’s not your fault; your vehicle must be passing through all those VVIP roads. Madam do take out some time and ask your servants how often they have a proper meal. Yes it’s an irony in one hand our finance department boasts that India has done well in the recent credit crunch but fail to explain why the inflation is in double digits for the past whole year. Madame it’s not vegetable or the pulses, the vicious circle starts from increase in Oil prices. Once the oil prices goes up, transportation becomes expensive and they lead to increase in the prices of vegetables and so on hence forth. Madame I don’t understand finance but I pay my taxes properly so can’t I at least get the basic amenities like food and water. Hope I am not asking more?

Okay Madam I am done, I know I have wasted your precious time but then I had to speak at some point of my life. There are some more issues but I will leave that work to be done by the opposition parties. So Madam I hope you won’t delete this email and will at least give some thought. Ahh what happened Madam, you look tensed again. Don’t worry Madam, I am not doing any secret media operation and nor I belong to any party as I stated before. I don’t have any vested interest. I think you might be thinking when I know all the problems so I might have thought of some solutions too. Well to clear things Madam, I am a common young man and I am too busy in earning, paying my EMI’s and taking care of my family. Rest even you invite me to join your relatives party I would politely decline it as Politics is a dirty game and I am happy in my small world. Don’t worry Madame if your relatives don’t own a party but isn’t it a good option after your term ends.

Without taking any more space and time. I bid goodbye and I hope by next year you might solve some problems or maybe there would be some more new problems. Who cares, don’t worry I will forget about this once the holiday is over.
Madam it’s true we Indians become patriotic on Independence Day and I am not an exception.

Yours faithfully,
Common Young Man
(I am not enclosing my name as I have a common face like every Indian does).

आजादी के ६३ साल

2010-08-15T00:01:00.002+05:30

आजादी के ६३ साल - या फिर बंदिश के

जीने की आजादी

या - आपनो में केद होने का गम

मरने का खोफ

या - आपनो से मरने का डर

सुबह के किरणों से प्यार

या - रात के ख़ामोशी से डर

आज़ादी के ६३ साल - क्या खोया, क्या पाया |

पाया वतन , अपनी मिटी

खोया हरयाली, ईट के मंजिलों तले

पाया चाँद को

खोया धरती को जात और समाज के तराजू पर

पाया कामयाबी, शोहरत

खोया अपनी धरोवर

आजादी के ६३ साल - या फिर बेबसी के

भूल क्या खोया -पाया के बहीखाते को

उठ भारत के सपूत

कर आज़ाद खुद को

कर आज़ाद हम सब के भारत को, हम सब के हिंद को |

आज़ादी.

2010-08-13T10:00:00.000+05:30

तीन रंगों के चादर में लिपटा

हुआ हमारा एहले वतन 

 प्यार, क़ुरबानी के वाणी से 

भरा हमारे वतन का कल 

तीन रंग नहीं 

भारतीय होने का एहसास हे

एहसास हे आजादी के जस्बे का |

तो क्यूँ हे

आँचल लाल तेरा- माँ

क्यूँ हे आंखे नम

क्यूँ हे दिल बिखरा

क्यूँ आज तेरे बच्चे

तेरे उत्पीडन से बेखोफ

क्या हुआ आज हमे, मुझे

अब हमारा एहले वतन

तेरा- मेरा वतन हे |

ख़तम हुआ एहसास 

ख़तम हुआ तीन रंगों का वजूद

खून से पानी बना जस्बा आज़ादी का |

बूँद

2010-07-16T19:39:00.001+05:30

बहते हुए आंखओं से टपकता हुआ

ठहरे हुए बादलों से बरसता हुआ

टूटे हुए सपनो सा

रूठे हुए बादलों सा

आधा अधूरा बूँद

प्यास बुझाता हे, या प्यासा बना देती है |

कभी तेरे भूरे बीखरे बालों में सीमट कर

हमे राँझा बना जाता है

कभी सुनामी बन कर, कभी बूंदों का ज्वालामुखी बन कर

बहा ले जाती हे जिंदगी को

कम्ब्खात ये पानी के मोती

बडे अदभुत होते है

बेरंगी छोटे बडे से

कभी धरती, कभी दिल को गिला कर देती हे

प्यास बुझती हे, या प्यासा बना देती हे |

Magic.

2010-05-27T19:25:00.000+05:30

Present Time.
8:00 PM

Rocky’s handheld device turns blue from black. The caller id displayed Simi’s number and before the mobile could sing, Rocky was listening Simi’s voice.

Rocky: Yeh kya chal raha hai hmarey beech
Simi: Chakar
Rocky: What???
Simi: Yes. Sweet bollywood love story. A guy comes from nowhere in my aloof world whom I have not met and the next moment steals my heart. So for me it’s a sweet love story. I am in Love with you.
Simi: As if you don’t know
Rocky: I can feel it but it’s good to hear those words and more above I am out of this world. To love someone and being loved by the same person, I believe life can’t be better than this.

A year back.

Rocky met Simi on her blog. Those were the days when Rocky had a big inquisitiveness for Simi. Her life, work and everything. It was as if some thread was waiting for another to tighten up the loose end.

Rocky: Hi Simi, good to see you online
Simi: yes I am sometimes to reply my fans
Rocky: hmm, so Simi what do you do other than talking to fans.
Simi: I am an artist
Rocky: Woahh. Then you are a Page-3 celebrity
Simi: Yes I am and I do take out some time from my busy schedule for my thousands of fans worldwide.
Rocky: Glad that I am one of your fan. It’s great to know you.

Time passed by celebrity was busy in her life and all of a sudden she left the web world leaving Rocky to wonder what could be the reasons. No wonder he kept on knocking on the doors of Simi. Once in a month he use to get his reply and that went on when finally one sweet mistake changed the lives

Simi: I don’t know but I had covered myself into a big igloo in a deserted land. You came and broke all walls and now I am in Love
Rocky: Yes I am so excited to hear that. You know what you just wait for someone’s reply for days and today the same person is craving for you.
Simi: It’s magic, He has planned it all. No calculations, no plans it just happened before I could realize.
Rocky: Tue ek dum sahi bolti hai Janemaan. It’s just magic and nothing else.
Simi: But I am scared to believe it to be true. Hope it’s not a bubble.
Rocky: Trust me.
Simi: It’s funny. We are so different. You are one extreme and I am at the other end. One full on extrovert and I carry the traits of introvert.
Rocky: Lol. I will speak and you love listening.
Simi: Yes you are a good story teller and I love stories from my childhood days.
Simi: Hey it’s 3:30 and it’s really late in the night and you have work tomorrow.
Rocky: I don’t want this conversation to end.
Simi: Yes you might be sleeping on your bed and talking and think about me, sitting in the kitchen.
Simi: It’s fine
Rocky: Why are you silent? What are you thinking?
Simi: Nothing. I am thinking when can be together.
Rocky: We are meeting this week, naah. I am very excited
Simi: Stupid. I am talking about when will be together for the rest of life.
Rocky: Oops. When did we plan for marriage? I thought we are in a relationship.
Simi: What ? are you here for fun.
Rocky: No I am serious but how can you commit for marriage without even meeting me.
Simi: I love the person who is behind your voice. Heart doesn’t require a face to connect.
Rocky: And I love the person behind this faith. Fine Biwi, as if I had any choice. You and he planned everything J
Simi: hmmm and I am coming tomorrow.
Rocky: Finally we are meeting.
Rocky: Again silence?
Simi: I am thinking 15 days ago I knew just your name and today I have the confidence in my love to marry you.
Rocky: its magic bacha , don’t think much “He” is there to take care.

Juice Wala

2010-05-04T20:00:00.000+05:30

Sun calls end of day and with that sign my local juice center says morning to his healthy business of serving juice. I am a regular customer like all others to his mobile shop. Don’t want to sound that I am a healthy customer as I love to inhale some mint smoke in my lungs, Garam Menthol. Hiding my personal likings as it’s a policy on my blog that I don’t talk about myself.

Regular end of day and on my walk towards my flat, I walk few steps ahead before my desired turn towards the juice shop and there was no traces of skin of oranges forget juice and juice maker. I casually thought that it might be a day off for them though it is very unusual and with that unusual thought I plugged my ear phones back and walked my way to my flat. Days passed by and there was no trace of the juice center and suddenly the place looked dead and and finally I asked the shop adjacent to it.
PN: Sirji where is the Juice wala Bhaiya(yeah its a run by bunch of UP guys in Pune :P )
Shop Owner (SO): Areye sir gaddi aya tha.
PN: What??
SO: Municipalty ki Gadi, they took the shop(draw back of a mobile shop but building a permanent shop is no joke either, check out the super sonic increasing prices of land in Pune)
I moved on and I knew what it meant. Juice wala guy will have to pay fine/bribe or may be more more to get it his shop back faster.

After the weekend I saw the Juice wala guy standing with a drum and mixer selling juices on the same spot. Make shift small shop serving only delicious chilled Manjo juice.
PN: areye bhaiyaa, hows you….kya haal hai
Juice Wala(JW): mat pucho boss, gaddi leye gayi municipality.
PN: Phir, what is the fix, gaddi kab milega
JW: Pata nahi Sir, Rs. 3000/- manga hai.
PN: Big amount, permanent juggad kuch hai
JW: Filed a license few months ago but no answer, not giving it.
PN: How much for the license.
JW: Rs 40,000 or else they come in 3 or 4 months and pick up your van. Give 2 or 3 thousand and get back your van in a week.
PN: When will you get the van
JW: Thursday, hopefully.
While I was talking and sipping his chilled mango juice, two more customers who were listening had the same expression like mine, WTF. Mean while few customers came and inquired about Mausami and Watermelon juice. JW had to say that he is only serving Mango today and I can see the pain of losing his valuable customers. I waited for Thursday and I was very happy to see his bright yellow shop filled with all cleaned and glowing fruits, once again back on the same spot and right on business. I was happy for 2 reasons; one JW is back in business after a 3-4 day shutdown and couple of day’s slow sales, second I was not missing my mango juice anymore.

Guess what tomorrow I went as normal after my end of day and the shop was missing once again from the location. JW was sitting with folded hands on the pavement. There was nothing to ask, sometimes your eyes and the lines of frustration on your forehead tell the story.

Right to Food ?

2010-04-27T01:01:00.000+05:30

Time has rolled his sleeves, sun was awake and was shining at his best as if he had his morning strong coffee and wind was on a vacation in Rajori, village somewhere near to the Ganges. An hour had passed and Janki was still standing in the queue that was never to end. The queue was a trailer of the movie, Parliament that potently shows the great Indian democracy getting raped by the elite politicians chosen by us. It is Sunday and all the villagers who were branded as below poverty line were standing to grab their quota of rice and oil. Janki , mother of two and widow was standing before the sun woke up and was expecting to get some rice and oil so that her kids can go to bed with some food in their belly.
Suddenly people started shouting and erupting foul words with the itchy and smelly hot air to the owner of the ration shop, Gyan Singh. Janki got anxious and moved forward to see what was going on.
Janki: what’s the matter Jhumar
Jhumar: nothing, b***c*** Singh has closed the shop saying no stock.
Jhumar: I know bloody ass will sell the free ration in the market, that’s how he has built his new permanent home in Rajori. B***C**** kicking on our stomach and filling his ass.
Janki: I don’t have a single drop of oil neither the money to buy rice.
Jhumar: I know how difficult it’s to be a widow and raise a family.
Janki lost the eye contact and moved forward to see if she can manage to get at least some rice.
Time started moving fast and the sun was at his best, spreading his mighty sunshine. Janki was sweating and her throat was about to collapse. People started moving back in dismay after they where done with their shouting and erupting filth for Singh. Janki was lost and was standing helpless before the ration shop as if some Devine force will come and help.
Singh: Janki why are you standing here, don’t you know it’s closed come next Sunday, taping his bushy belly and with a smirk on his face
Janki: Shaab, please help me, I don’t have a single grain left to feed my children

Singh was staring like a hungry dog at the torn blouse of Janki while she was pleading. Lust and hunger of body was taking over. Hunger of body was trying to tame the Hunger of stomach. Adjusting his crotch Singh walked towards Janki. Singh, waging his tongue went closer to Janki. Janki adjusted herself before Singh could think as if she is a bone for him to nimble on it.

Singh: Janki, you tell me what all you want, I will send my men to your hut.
Janki: Arranging her faded and ragged sari she bowed before Singh and moved ahead in the sun.
Before the Sun could set for the day, Janki had collected a bunch of newspapers to resell it to a local vendor.

Jeevan: Rs 2.50 a kilo only and no negotiation, business sala full down.
Janki: Malik why 2.50 it’s 3 for angrezi paper.
Jeevan: Wahoo you are smart, now you know the difference.
Janki: Haan malik, angrezi paper sundar hota hai.

Janki collected her Rs9 and before it was dark she was back into her hut. She was happy that she could feed her children rice and salt. Tomorrow is a new day of one new fight.
Fight over hunger of body and hunger of stomach

Lesser she knew that the papers she sold today covered a full page debate about Right to Food Government’s new policy.Interesting people who are the needy are unaware and people who have luxury don’t find a reason to be aware.

ANGLE ONE & TWO

2010-04-20T00:48:00.003+05:30

ANGLE ONE

Date: As if it matters

Time: 10:30 A.M., Monday

Place: An IT MNC

Guy: Hey how was your weekend. Did you watch any movie?

Girl: No yaar, weekend was okay. Slept all weekend and had a hearty gossip with my flat mate. And before I could yawn properly the weekend was gone

Guy: Yes boring Monday morning blues.

Girl: Yeah very true. I hate Mondays and I am counting for Friday: p

Guy: I am bored with this office actually. It looks like a ware house. No proper canteen and no gym also.

Girl: Yeah I know, they don’t have a proper parking for my new car. I am fed up with this place

Girl: Have you seen the food, it’s so boring, same food regular no choice at all. Yak!!

Guy: Yes the work environment is so lazy and I think it’s time to move on

Girl: Move on? Is that a new company?

Guy: Yeah I am fed up with this work environment, salary is too low and no onsite also. In short there is no motive at all.

Girl: Right let me know if there are any new openings.

Guy: Sure. Coffee?

Girl: Give me 5 minutes I will check my mails and fill up my time sheets.

Guy: Yes even I will check my Face Book updates. Oh god they have blocked it so not cool. I am done from here.

ANGLE TWO

Date: 25th February, 2009

Time: 2:00 A.M., Monday Morning,

Location: somewhere on a checkpoint near LOC

Lance Naik Sharma: Shabji, How long do you think we are here on this point?

Lieutenant Ranvir: No idea will have to wait for orders from the top. Intelligence sources have said it that there is a possibility of infiltration in the coming days

Lance Naik Sharma: What source of information Sir? 5 days have passed and we are yet to see any movement. I think the enemy is smart and will wait for the fall of snow

Lieutenant Ranvir: Can’t help it. We need to keep a tight vigil, snow or no snow. It’s how the orders are.

Lance Naik Sharma: Yes Sir. Sir you hold the post let me get some tea for both of us.

Lieutenant Ranvir: Sharma no tea, we have a bit of hot water left. Will have to wait till morning.

Lance Naik Sharma: No worries Sir, at least we have water. I will get that for you, take care of the point.

Lieutenant Ranvir: Sharma don’t worry. You have the hot water and take some rest. I will manage and chill, Lieutenant Ranvir will take care of the post.

AFTER EFFECTS OF ANGLE TWO

Date: 1st March, 2009,

Time: 2:00 A.M., Sunday Morning,

Location: Some housing society in Gaya district.

Lieutenant Ranvir’s father is surrounded by known and unknown faces. He was informed by the Indian Army that his son Lieutenant Ranvir Singh is no more. He gave his life saving his colleague’s life.

India and the Indian Army is proud and mourns the death of a young and a brave soldier.

Jai Hind.

PN's Scoop: One line appreciate what you have rather than complain in life it's not an advice. You will know when you open your eyes and look around. Angle One is something that i come across often and Angle Two, not fortunate enough to witness it. So my salute to all those Men in Uniform.Jai Hind.

Thanks @Smita for suggesting the post to BlogAdda, thanks for the effort :)

Wacky Forward

2009-12-13T23:05:00.006+05:30

My graph on Google Analytics is like a stock market of an underdeveloped country, come to think of why they should have one. Keeping my sick sense of humor in a bin I am writing on something that I have hated or at least use to make big eyes. I created this new blog not to be a crying pan of my personal life but today i am going to fry something on the pan. Okay don’t worry I am not talking about my pain my sorrow my dog or my ex or my sex life. It’s all about those funny forwards that tell you to take a test and send it to some 10 or 20 people.You don’t do that and you would either die or go deaf or loose tooth or get a bad stomach or will be a vampire and god knows what else.
When ever I use to see these stupid junks in my mailbox, I normally deleted them and since my contact list is a competitor to Bebo's size zero so I don’t have that many. One funny thing I use to do is that before deleting it I use to read what the curse is. That was till a day before yesterday. One of my very dear friend forwards me a psychological test. Open the mail and before coming to you it was forwarded to all tom, harry and champ in India. You really need lot of patience to scroll it and going by my nature I press page down key to see, who is the great creator or at least the originator of this great forward. Don't get surprised it comes from the IP address of a Support Engineer (truly the economy is still recovering, no work:-)). Well I can write a new post all over about a Software Engineer in an Indian Software Industry or MNC like our parents boast in their known circles. Anyway cutting the crap after lot of thoughts I clicked the test as in the weekend you can’t do much of job hunting other than loads of movie and biryani from my amma’s kitchen: P. The test boasts of a celebrity Mr. Dalai Lama (I don’t consider him a religious guru, come to think its synonyms to a Political guru) as the creator, what’s the proof? But I appreciate the marketing strategy. So you move ahead on the test and you need to have a pen and paper to write down your answers and no cheating please. It’s like a prone site asking your age status. If you are 18 then please enter and if not then please leave and more above there are naked women and men(depending on people’s taste) on the top like angels advising you to do the right thing. Now the fun part of the test(am not talking about anything else :P) before you play; the test asks you to make a wish and tells you remember your lucky number. I knew it’s the bloody same curse trick but my wish was so evident or may be I wanted to take a chance. Once the answers were done and before the climax, villain curse appears like a wild card. It says so you remember your lucky number and your wish baby. The game begins now; you have to mail the test to your friends or enemies but how many well exactly to your lucky number (for me my lucky number became a pain to my eyes and fingers). The prize, if you do then your wish will be fulfilled on the day you play the test. I was like no way as my lucky number was a 2 digit number but my heart was crying for my wish. So I had to break my long tradition and my fingers, handicapped eyes had to fight to find people in my Gmail contact list. Interestingly some of who are reading this post or would be reading they might have got it and please don’t curse me as I did add a small note to that forward.

Well I have one hour and 52 minutes for my wish to get fulfilled, joking. Anyway how do you react to these kinds of bizarre forwards? Will love to hear from you girls and guys you can tell also :-)

Keep Rocking,
PN.

MTP

2009-12-08T12:45:00.006+05:30

FORGET AND FORGIVE-What For ???

World Aids Day

2009-12-03T18:04:00.008+05:30

Where do you want to sharpen your Lead
Choice is yours.

Painless painful marks

2009-11-30T00:05:00.007+05:30

the clock ticks,the sun sets,
the seconds flow fast
the darkness sets on the seaside
after those last rays of bygone hopes

kid spreads his arms for help
old dead mother waits for her son to come home
girl stares at the door for her dad to return
lady on her couch lies down to be touched again by her love

we bleed everyday with no more tears to wet our cheeks
we still hope to see the rays of life but
seconds move on, sun sets and rises
wounds tie up, pain goes no where
it never dries with those tears
it remains frozen like the mark of those bullets.
Painless painful marks.

PN's Scoop:
It's one of those last 10 minutes fast food writeup, hope i have done justice. I am not attempting to express the pain of the people who had lost there near and dear ones(like the Indian media celebrated 26/11 the whole week), if i do then i am a big ass on this earth. I beleive other than that person no one else can understand his/her pain.
My salute to all those people who lost their near dear ones and are still surviving with that pain.

What are you doing this Diwali ?

2009-10-12T17:51:00.002+05:30

Have you seen the add of Ranbir Kapoor where he is asking, “What are you doing this Diwali to make it special”. He says to turn down the volume this Diwali. Well before asking you guys, I should ask what Mr PN is going to do this Diwali.

Few weeks back I was thinking what can I do when India was celebrating the Joy of Giving week? I scratched my dead cells in my head but they have all become lazy. Even when Sallu Bhai became the brand ambassador of Being Human, I was still thinking what can I do this Diwali to make it special? I wanted to do something on my own rather than following the bandwagon. In a way this Diwali is special to me since I am going to be with my parents after a gap of a decade. So in all reasons it is a special one. The celebrations in my home have already started. Dusting, cleaning, goodies, sweets; Amma is in full swing with her back pain. Well on one side when we will wish everyone Happy Diwali and exchange sweets there would be thousands of people who will celebrated this Diwali without a roof in relief camps, forget lighting diyas and having sweets. I won’t get into the details of the flood victims and there trauma. To be practical I can’t help them but I can do a small bit from my side this Diwali to really make it special.

As a kid I always loved crackers and this Diwali I have decided to buy a pack of small crackers for kids who can’t afford them. Do you recall those childhood memories when your parents would guide you when you would burst crackers and there would be kids who would stare at you and will jump over the left over burning crackers? This Diwali I want them to gift them crackers. I know its not a big thing and it would be a very small effort but I want to do it not for blessings, not for good comments on my blog but I can't see them staring at me anymore with those pitiful eyes. There is a small village near my home and I have planned to distribute crackers there(More updates later and may be some snaps too :) So that’s how I am going to make my Diwali special

So,What are you doing this Diwali?
Please don’t thank me for this and if you really want to thank me then make some one smile this Diwali, who is in need of it.

I want to Love you

2009-10-11T23:26:00.001+05:30

The phone kept on ringing blinking my caller id
messages of love and pity were read and deleted perhaps
I kept on waiting but you kept on ignoring me
She says that sometimes its good not to hold them
but how to hold my heart, that never stops thinking about you.

My tears went unnoticed, my intentions were not cared
My bleeding of blood went colorless, my dreams were slaughtered
The coffee went on getting colder, my thoughts went numb, my friend mocked on me
But my love was no more love, it had turned into the smoke of your Marlboro.
and she says I can't love you as I can't love anyone
but I can love,I want to love you and want to be loved all over again.

Wonder why people say that the bond of love grows when you are far
but love no more travels distance these days
Love blooms with you being in her eyes
Love grows when you make those small wishes come true
Love flows when you flow with them as a lost sailor in the mid ocean
but I am sailor in a far far land, trying to bond forgetting the boundaries
but My Love, Love will question you , when I would be no more.

PN's Scoop: That was a quick one and i know its not that good but was in a mood to do so. Too much of love soaked but some love bleed too. So before your Love questions you tie them and don't let it go. Loving someone and being loved by someone is priceless so don't look for its value. Next time there would be more meat in it.
Till then keep reading and keep rocking.

I Love You

2009-10-08T23:02:00.005+05:30

Chiku: Hello Dev are you there.
Dev: Yes, who's this? Dev Chiku here
Dev: What a surprise, I am on top of the world. I mean, I don't believe it is you. Oh god i am talking to Chiku.
Chiku(coughing): Okay!Okay! take a breath and talk to me. How are you Dev, how's life and have you taken your dinner.
Dev: Forget that Chiku, first tell me what happened to your health. I guess as usual you are not taking care of yourself.
Dev: Hey Chiku do you recall that yellow bag of yours.
Chiku: Okay the one that i carried with me to the movie and you made a big fuss of that big bag.
Dev: Hey you know chikuuu, I really liked and i can see it in front of my eyes.
Chiku: Dair sahi par bola tooh(At least you told now)
Chiku: Dev you talk so much.
Dev: Chiku, I want to ask you one question?
Chiku: Ask me two janeman(sweetheart) !!
Dev: You touch me janeman(sweetheart), ekdum katil hai tuh janeman(you are a killer sweetheart).Why did you vanish all of a sudden from my life ?
Chiku: Well i don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I don't have an answer.(She is coughing all the time but listening and talking)
Dev: Okay I want to tell you something, I don't know what to say, how to say but if it's via this hand-phone I have to propose you then I will do. I Love You. Nothing bigger than this, nothing smaller than this. You are a imagination with whom I want to live and I can go on talking like this if you can listen to me for the rest of life. I don't know what to say. I can't dance well, even i can't sing those romantic songs, I can only talk but with you it has been something different. You were so mine. I mean I Love you and I Love you Chiku. You tell me once and I can go a step further. I mean I am so excited today that even given a choice I will refuse talking to a celebrity for you. I can become like them but they can't be my Chiku.
Chiku: Okay Dev don't compare me with great people. I can feel your excitement. What to say. You go have your dinner, your mom is calling. It's getting late here.
Dev: Don't worry you tell me what do you think. Do you think that you see some trust in my words. I mean do you think my Love can stand out for you.
Chiku: Dev I know what you are saying and your intentions. I like you, I enjoy your company but I don't want to get into a relationship and spoil this friendship. I have a career before me and I can't love one someone again and may be I don't think I can.
Dev: Hey Chiku, no worries, I mean its all right. I don't know what to say but you have your viewpoint and your thinking. I can't stop myself loving me so i can't force you to love me. Your wish, fine then career is the problem.
Chiku: You are so unpredictable, Dev
Dev: You know me and what I have for you.
Chiku: Yes
Dev: Anyway fine then I shouldn't disturb you anymore. I mean I won't surface again into your life.
Chiku: Gussa ho gaye(You got angry).
Dev: Nope, I was acting like a kid and I should face the reality that things won't work the way I want so its okay anyway. You take care and keep smiling.
Chiku: Okay, take care.

The hand-phone goes silent.
Love goes silent too, maybe ?

PN's Scoop: People talk about Love so much and I think its one of those hot topics like Sex. Well my thoughts are very simple. Love is Love and nothing else. It has no definition, no form, no right or wrong it's simple and pure LOVE.

Jai Maah Durga-2009

2009-09-28T12:29:00.012+05:30

Jai Maah Durga.
Today is Dushera and last day of my godess Durga before she leave us . Yes I am her pampered son and like all years I finally gave up and went down to meet her. She was angry a bit but then a mother is always a mother and no one can take her place. She looks beautiful. Don't you think so.

This is one of my favorite pendal. White and the shade of orange is amazing. I am not sure but i think they have tried to create the replica of Bellurmath.

This is the goddess inside. She is about to leave us so that she can visit us again next year. Today is Vijay Dashmi/Dushera/last day when i visited her and was lucky enough to have some great sweets.

Classic White pendal organized by the Calcutta Port Trust people. White will always be close to me.

Maah was all decorated in white. The picture quality is quite depressing but in the originals i did find Maah looking really angry on me. I visited her couple of times in London and Singapore but when i was in my home town, Haldia, I did on the last day.

Flavors of pink are always soothing. This one is bit far from my home but it was worth visiting and taking her age old blessings.

I was expecting Maah to be in pink but then I was not consulted about the outlook of Maah. Whatever the color may be, heart of a mother is always big, vast and colorful.

Sky blue, nice try, something new and different.

The goddess was amazingly different. I think this was excellent and it took my breath away. Don't you think that it gives the look of God Natraj/Shiva.

This one is closest to my home and it was my last visit.

Like the goddess the interior decoration was amazingly elegant. When I was on my way back home, she was getting ready to say goodbye. I gave her a smile and promised her that I will see her next time.
She knows very well that I don't like seeing off people.
God Bless you all and hope you have a great Dushera/Durga Puja.

DEATH - Naked Truth

2009-09-02T00:20:00.005+05:30

Have you ever thought about death and it's ramifications. We all know life is beautiful and death is a dark truth, NAKED TRUTH. Anyhow have you ever thought what is death or what will happen if you die the very next moment. You are walking on the road with your ipod plugged in your ears, or may be you are driving back with your family after a lovely dinner or may be simply sleeping and dreaming about your future and the very next moment your are no more in this world. You are dead. Your ambitions are dead, you are left alone. Have you ever had this feeling ? Well i am not aware what happens after death but the thought of life becoming silent still makes me numb. Naked truth lynching your dreams makes me a handicapped mute spectator. Last night I had this feeling that this could be my last night in this world. Strange isn't it.

One of my friend had called up while I was about to sleep and we summed up our sweet talks with a horrific note that my hometown has a risk of an earthquake. Few days ago(11/08/2009), Kolkata had witnessed some mild tremors so it was quite likely. I acted as a bold and brave man and told that I don't fear death. Death is inevitable but reality came into picture once the phone went silent. First few minutes were quite normal but the real drama started when I focused my eyes on the revolving dark fan blades. I was in a sudden grip of death and the fear of being trapped in a earthquake massacre. I know how tremors behave as I was in Baroda during my graduation when Gujarat was hit by the deadly earth quake on Indian Republic Day, 26/01/2001 . I was ling on the floor and reading my newspaper suddenly things started shaking, first few seconds it was quite hilarious to me. After a while when i heard people shouting earthquake, earthquake i realized it was not a funny dream and i ran out of my house without thinking of anything. I was lucky enough and my near and dear ones too but there were number of people, families who were not so fortunate to live again. By now I was making plans how would I run to save my life with my parents. I live on the top floor and suddenly I was happy that even if the house crushes I would be safe with my family. I was so selfish for a moment that I didn't care about the families living in the ground floor. Thankfully I never went to any architectural otherwise i was sure to flunk, my small and irrational brain forgot the roof and the solid terrace to crush me and my family. Later on I figured out that even if I run taking my old parents I won't be safe outside the compound since the walking passage or the narrow lane is grilled with buildings on both sides. So I was bound to be crushed even if there is a tremor of 5/6 on the Richter scale. All these subsequent thoughts were running in parallel and I was taking small snaps simultaneously. I would get up in a while and check if I am alive and if things are pretty normal or not. I was scared to see that I have couple of dreams that are still unfulfilled and I want to do them before I die. I wanted to cry but I am novice there.

I woke up in the morning with a sudden jolt though it was not the tremor but it was the fear. I was happy to see that i was still alive and my parents were fighting over a cup of tea. Things were normal in my life but reality was that i was petrified and i was engulfed in the cyclone of fear. I was lucky but what about others, do they run out of their luck ? What about that child who is orphaned before he could realize what are parents for, What about those people who are killed in the name of money, god, revenge, greed etc. May be we should take our lives seriously and respect it's presence.

I think i will end up with Mr. Steve Jobs thoughts that he delivered to the students of Stanford,

"When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something."

To this I would love to end up by saying in his own words what is Life and Death all about,

"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die
to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away.Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true."

Visarjan or Immersion

2009-08-26T12:58:00.004+05:30

Residing in the eastern corner of India where people are eagerly shopping for the upcoming Durga Puja; Ganesh Puja is quite a mellow down affair (During my post-grad days I was fortunate enough to witness the madness engulfed in the celebrations of Ganesh Puja in Pune, awesome). Sometimes I think people of India are always celebrating some festival or the other (makes me think of one of the scene where SRK is debating with village oldies about cast, creed and rituals in the movie, Swadesh). On the other hand the small railway colony where I grew up and learned walking, cycling till day celebrates Ganesh Puja.
When I was a teenager I always loved the visarjan/immersion or the final good bye to the god so that he/ she come early next year. I loved the music, the dance and the excitement of people during this good bye process. As the stars occupied the sky the god would be rested on hand driven cart followed by a rickshaw that would carry four five big loud speakers blaring the latest, dancing chart busters of Bollywood songs and there would be one more rickshaw to carry the huge generator to support the whole process. So was a long procession surrounded by uncles and aunties (the ones who thought that they are the whole and soul of the society) and we will be here there scattered waiting for the procession to start. Usually the procession would do 360 degree journey of our society and finally the deity would be immersed in a small pond outside our society (just for a note people in the east love to create ponds with their home, baring our home). Oh yes not to forget the sweets that were served were mouth watery and the hilarious dance performances were always my keen attraction. Oh yes I never shied to do some steps with my society friends and also keeping a close eye to check who all are staring at us, Teenage crushes ;)(For a matter of a fact I never had a fairy tale love with any of my society girls. It was against my divine and ever changing policies of Love).
Now my parents have moved away from the society but they still keep going there to greet there old friends. People whom I knew more or less have all moved away except one. I was fortunate enough to see the visarjan/immersion or the good bye process once again yesterday. The procession was same and the god was also a similar one but people who were cheer leading the procession where all new faces. The only similarity was the same fun, excitement and festivity. I always believe that India is still going strong with so many hassles due to the love for festivals, culture and brotherhood on the other hand India is also ripped off in the name of love for religion and culture.

टुटा फुटा

2009-07-27T12:58:00.007+05:30

टूटी फूटी सी सड़कें
टूटी फूटी सी दिशायें
टूटा फूटा सा वो साइन बोर्ड
लिये चला हमें टूटी फूटी सी अनजान राहों पर
चल पडा हैं फिर से नामुराद दिल, तुम्हारी तलाश में ....

टूटे फूटे से दिल की सासों में
तुम अब भी सुलगती हो
तुम नही तो क्या, तुम्हारी यादें अब भी साँस लेती हैं|

टूटी फूटी सी हाथ की रेखाएं
टूटा फूटा सा फ़साना हमारा
टूटी फूटी तकदीर में नही हो तो क्या
तुम्हारी यादें अब भी मेरे टूटे फूटे दिल को जोड़ देती है|

Ad·i·os-Vinnie the Pooh!!

2009-07-09T23:21:00.011+05:30

It takes a lot off effort and makes me sad today from my deepest corner of my left over good heart that one of my followers, Vinnie has decided to part ways(Nautanki PN full on). Okay before you filthy mind think something else, let me clear that Vinnie has decided that she won’t write anymore to public and her blog would be a complete private space. In other words we won’t be allowed to enter and share the gossips. She is my soldier and being the commander of my Army I want to give her proper send off and a Bollywood style speech. Alas!! she is not reachable. I don't have her hand phone number so can’t send her those rosy long goodbye fowards, poems and songs. No worries, Mein Hoon Naah.What I have done guys is that I have got hold of exclusive chat excerpts from one of my connections. I know I am the best you guys don’t have to tell me again. So brace your self, relax get your popcorns, khakhras with cutting chai and enjoy this exclusive censored, mouthwatering chat between Vinnie the Pooh and my underground tadipar reporter, Gogo.
Gogo: Hi Vinnie, thanks for talking to me on a discounted rate and as I told you I am not crime master Gogo so don’t worry.
Vinnie: Oh don’t you worry I keep chili powder in my purse and I am some belt in some fight so hurry up or I may charge you more.
Gogo: My first question, you have been writing for a year but why all of a sudden you want to stop your blog.
Vinnie: Well I know I have been writing for a year, it is like my baby, I have million anonymous readers and 45 genuine followers but you see I can’t give time to my child and I am re-branding my life,moving to Page3 circles so it would be difficult to juggle and also ‘HE’ is bit possessive (Vinnie shies like Madhubala).
Gogo: Can we know who this HE is?
Vinnie: Sorry no personal question, it might cost you a bumper more than what Ram is charging of being Rakhi’s so called Bhaiya.
Gogo: So can I tell that Blogging world is going to be deprived from a splendid, dynamic, artistic, thought provoking, mind boggling writer.
Vinnie: Shies again…Well you can but on my last post I have promised to be an active reader so that I can keep in touch with my old fans.
Gogo : So going further what are you going to do. Joining the Bollywood, moving to Paris or creating a second swayamwar like Rakhi
Vinnie: Sorry no more questions but please don’t compare me with Rakhi. I have been paid for this much only. Bye Fans…Muahhh .
PN: Keep Rocking Vinnie in what ever you do.

PN’s Scoop: Hey Vinnie sorry if I have carried it bit far and I guess you won’t delete me from your followers and curse me (I know the Hindi and few English ones). I was thinking to give you a send of gift, thought of a poem but I am not good with words and these days I am not injecting myself too as I am with my parents. Next I thought of a fun scoop, I can’t play with words like you do but I have done my best to keep my slapstick humor. Guys if you haven’t read Vinnie’s Blog then I think you are missing something. So please grab the opportunity before you receive page not found error and Vinnie don't forget to pay me for your blogs publicity. On a serious note Vinnie, I always enjoyed your posts and it increased my vocabulary too though my poor parents educated me in a Convent but I only learned flirting tips and failed to implement it also when it was required. So without taking anymore time of yours and my Army, I would like to say you all the best and may your urge to conquer new horizons proliferate every second.

Keep Rocking, Keep Grooving and Keep Shaking,
PN.

क्यूँ

2009-07-05T11:59:00.004+05:30

काहे मन बिखरा है
बारिश की गीले बूंदों की तरह
काहे मन हुआ है
नन्हे बतासों की तरह मीठा
क्यूँ मैं उन बड़ी बड़ी गोल आंखों
में अपना दीदार करना चाहता हूँ
क्यूँ मन डर जाता है
जब तुम मन के तरंगों को छेद जाती हो ....

क्यूँ है मन आज फिर से बिखरा ... समुन्दर के सूखे रेत के तरह
क्यूँ मन हे फिर से बावरा....तेरे मन का|

PN's Scoop: Sorry My Army, I had deleted this post due to some unavoidable circumstances or sudden bouts of negative energy in my blood. I am posting again so to increase my hits :).

Please forgive my spellings and I have no intentions to insult my national language, it's just that they haven't got a spell check :). I would grab this opportunity to thanks Desi Torrents for providing me a tons of Sufi music(all illegal, please keep that a secret) and making me budding poet :). Last but not least thanks for tolerating one more crap. Till the time I come up with some other crap why not hear this awesome song Mora Saiyaan Mose Boley Nah by Shafqat Amanat Ali, Fuzon(Khamaj).
Keep Rocking and Keep Shaking.

All Over Again

2009-06-27T02:39:00.007+05:30

With the inertia of my tainted soul
With a crumbling and rusty courage
I want to relinquish the joy of life
I want to tender the feeling of love
I want to start it all over again

I failed, I withered but
With all those bruise of trust
I want to see it all again
I want to start it all over again
I want to fail all over again but
I want to be loved all over again.

(P.S. I have touched this segment, Poems after a long time so I appreciate your patience to tolerate and digest it. Rest credit goes to HBO, Music and Lyrics movie to get me romantic and make me write something like this. Special thanks to Dreaming Eyes for reading the first twisted draft. Last but not the least I am not going through any trauma,mental dis-balance or aftermath of a break up. Keep it Shaking and Rocking.)

Satanic Love

2009-06-25T01:28:00.006+05:30

The peace of the river facing studio apartment was stirred by the vibrations of the blackberry. The phone rang couple of times and before Rehan could pick up the phone went silent.

New number. Envy Twist.

Rehan picked up his left over bottle of beer and sipping it again he laid back on the floor. By now his mind was working like a GPS system and was trying to move across all directions and locating the caller. He knew for sure it will not be HER number though his heart was making all efforts to beleive that thought. All of a sudden how can she call up on a bright lazy English Sunday afternoon said Rehan's mind? The more he went in those thoughts the more he got encircled among the intoxicating flavors of love. He inhaled some smoky Marlboro thoughts and before he could exhale them out the phone started vibrating again.

Is that Rehan? Yes. Who is this? Rehan it is Chikoo. Chikoo…..ohhh hell what a fucking surprise. Hey excuse me for my excited spree. No worries. Rehan, I want to meet you. Those mesmerizing soft gentle voices were doing a hip hop in Rehan’s ear. He was in eternal bliss. Why are you so silent Rehan? I am not able to speak; I am yet to believe that it’s your number and your voice. Okay! Okay! Now don’t flirt and meet me in 2 hours near Baker Street. Chikoo 2 hours I am still in my dreams. Sorry baby you have dreamed lot, wipe your hangover and don’t be late. See you soon Rehan and the phone went silent again.

Rehan was smelling love all over again. He shaved, ironed and after 5 rounds of dress selection he wore his favorite stone blue faded jeans, white shirt and black cotton blazer. Spiked up his hair, sprinkled some soothing fragrance and rushed into a shopping center to grab a bar of chocolate and a bunch of smiling yellow and red sunflowers. Rehan wanted the meeting to be special and memorable one. He opened up the buttons of his blazer and closed his eyes while the tube was chasing towards his destination. It was last Saturday when Rehan with Sahir visited the Pump Room. The ambiance was all smoky, diabolic and alcoholic. Girls smelled and glittered like an angel. They were making there best moves and the guys were not leaving any stone to show there charm. You are bound to fall in Love again and again said Rehan. Rehan’s eyes were zooming every figure and face but none was zooming in, all were zooming out. So he grabbed some more beer to cool his arousing feelings. He removed his jacket and went to the counter to ask if they had a cloak room. A smiling face greeted him and asked him how she can help her. Rehan was lost in her voice and went standstill. She had to ask her again, Sir how can help you? Sahir came from behind, shook Rehan and told the lady that do you have a cloak room here. The lady replied, sorry sir we don’t have and I am extremely sorry. Rehan was still standing there staring at her small glittering innocent face. Sahir dragged Rehan from the counter. Dude what are you doing, come on she is not at all your type. Sahir dude, I want to ask her name. Are you sure, Rehan ? Don't tell me that you are in LOVE. Moreover she is surrounded among those monstrous bouncers. Dude you wait and watch. Rehan was once again on the counter. Mam can I know your name? Sorry sir can you speak louder,I am not able to catch you. No worries. The house DJ was in full swing. Rehan took out his black berry and typed his message. She replied with a fishy smile, it’s Chikoo. Rehan made the first step and he typed again something on his black berry. Sorry sir, I work in the weekends so I can’t meet you for a coffee. Rehan knew that it was time to leave the counter as the monsters were staring at him as he was talking to one of the beautiful lady of there club. By 4 a.m. Rehan made his mind that he won’t give up easily even though Sahir tried to convince him lot. Rehan’s past stopped him a bit but he was mad again for someone. He was in no mood to give up, may be it's infatuation but if you don't try then how would you know it was the reply to Sahir. Lights were on, the brooms were out, the bar was closed, the drunkers were vomiting and collecting there belongings. Rehan moved again to the counter after gulping his beer. Hey Chikoo if you don’t mind I wan’t 5 minutes of yours, just 5 minutes after you finish your work. Fine came the reply. Thanks I am waiting outside. It took her an hour to finally appear again. Rehan was stunned to see Chikoo walking towards him. She was no more wearing the black outfit of the bar. She was wearing blue jeans, white t-shirt, carrying a big yellow bag and her hairs were all scattered her on her face. She adjusted them and said please tell what you want to tell. You probably will catch up a cab right, yes. Then let me drop you till there. I know you must be thinking that I am under the presence of alcohol but then I guess one won’t wait for someone till 5 in the morning and try to impress her. Oh yes and I don’t go in each club and flirt with girls. Here is my card to prove that I am genuine too and not a hoodlum. She smiled a bit. Okay I have to go now. I have your card will call you soon.

Rehan opened his eyes and his stop was about to come. He ran through the escalators and in no time he was before her angel. Rehan’s were wide open; he was zapped by the looks of Chikoo. She was refreshing in a white gown and green oval bag. Hey these flowers are nothing before your enchanting beauty but please take them. Hey Rehan that’s too much. I like them lot and the chocolates too. So what’s the plan? Rehan lets grab some food as I want to say something to you and I can’t speak with an empty stomach. I know it Chikoo, I can make it from your blushing rosy cheeks. Okay stop flirting and order fries and wine. As you wish. Rehan sipped some wine and waited eagerly for Chikoo’s words. Chikoo wiped her lips and said that I don’t know how to usher these words but I think I am in love with someone. Rehan knew that it is going to be one memorable day. Fine so who is he? No even you wanted to tell something right. Yes but Ladies first. Okay. I think Rehan, I am in love with Sahir and I am telling you since he is your best buddy. I mean you are close to him and you are darling to me also. I think I started liking when I first saw him with you on the counter. I can’t keep my eyes off him when you were flirting to me. His brown eyes are killing me every second; his thoughts are making me wild. I am not able to think anything other than him Rehan. May be it is love at first site or infatuation. What ever it may be, I want to give a try and that’s why I am telling you. Rehan speak up dude. I want your help to make my love happening. Rehan gulped the remaining wine and said anything for you. Love you Rehan, You are a darling. Hey you wanted to say something right. Well nothing major Chikoo. Please don’t show your tantrums and speak up. Hmm, it’s my birthday today, that’s it. Oh my god it’s your birthday Rehan, Shame on me,I am taking gifts from you on your birthday. Don’t worry Chikoo I have received my gift, Gift of LOVE.

[PN's Scoop: Love, break ups, pain, joy all are great feeling and they surpass the joy of success. Don't supress it, it is a journey so enjoy the ride.]

WatchDog

2009-06-20T17:42:00.007+05:30

Customer: Bhai ek chota thanda frooti dena (Can you give me a small chilled frooti).
Shopkeeper: haan sahib (Yes Sir).
Customer: After taking few sips of the chilled mango drink he asks the price.
Shopkeeper: Rs14.
Customer: Kyun bhai yahan toh 13 printed hai. (The printed price is 13) Humko kya naya samjha hai(Do you think I am new to this place). Ek rupiyaah jada kyunn bhai.
Shopkeeper: Shaab ek rupiyaah thanda karneye keye liyeh (Extra rupee for serving it chilled)
Customer: Bhaiyaa tum kya iseye garam kareye piteye ho. (Do you drink it hot)

21st Century Girl (thoughts of Tagore but style of J-lo): Hi can I have a chilled Ice-lemon tea. No sugar please.
Waiter: Mam what name should I write to give you a shout.
21st Century Girl: Oh don’t worry, will keep an eye. I don’t want the whole café to know my name.
Waiter: Okay Mam, please take a seat.
After few minutes, 21st Century Girl: Do you have wifi here. I want to check my stuff.
Waiter: Yes Mam but you have to pay for it.
21st Century Girl: Shame!! You charge for that too. I wanted to check my mails, my FB updates and to check how many people have commented on my new profile picture.
Waiter: Mam don’t you have a GPRS activated.
21st Century Girl: No it’s so expensive.
Waiter: I am sure you can afford it since i am using it.
21st Century Girl: Is it. What's you name by the way ?
Waiter: Waiter mam. Everyone calls me by that name.

(P.S. My ipod was blaring this song of Kambhat Ishq : Lakh Lakh nakhreye rehney de, chalein na terey koi petereyein ;)

A kid was selling small Chinese wooden fans. You hold them and beat the heat in style. A couple comes and starts negotiating the price.
Kid: Take them they are best in the market and cheap too.
Couple: All are same and you are charging more for this. The other guy is selling for a rupee less.
Kid: Madame I have a name for my fans and they are in style.
Couple: What do you mean?
Kid: Madame, these fans are called Chandni Chowk to China. The film bombed but my fans are a hit since Deepika used them in the film. Isn’t that good reason to charge one rupee extra.

Chapter-11

2009-06-03T18:55:00.005+05:30

Ryan: Hey Sophie what’s up?
Sophie: Nothing much Ryan. I am busy and tensed.
Ryan: Is it the present market?
Sophie: No not at all. Markets are not my cup of tea. I am looking for a suitable MAN. “My Man”.
Ryan: So!!
Sophie: It’s tough these days. I saw a couple last week.
Ryan: Congrats.
Sophie: No, not yet. It’s very difficult and it was so painful to refuse all of them.
Ryan: What? Why? Don’t tell me your fan following list is shrinking these days.
Sophie: No it’s not like that smarty they all where keen. In fact one of them was ready with a ring too.They all were good and any girl can go crazy. 6 feet,dark, well educated, raw sex appeal and more above good nuclear family.
Ryan: Wait Sophie don’t you think that’s what you dreamt.
Sophie: Yes Ryan true but you see all of them have an uncertain future.
Ryan: What do you mean?
Sophie: They all are either Bankers/IT guys. My dad wanted a guarantee from them that tomorrow they won’t be thrown out of their jobs and all had lame faces. My dad will never give his daughter to a guy whose job scenario is dicey. See it’s so tough to find a good husband these days. I tell you this fragile market has made my life so uneasy and tensed.
Ryan: Very true so what now?
Sophie: Nothing will hang on for a while before the markets boom again. My dad will let me know when the time is good; he can’t be wrong because he is a top executive in Leh*** Brothers.

Few weeks later Ryan got a case study. "Who is responsible for Leh*** Brother's Chapter 11."
Ryan smiled and said, “Expect the Unexpected”.

P.S. Please take this story as humor and don't dig your precious time in decoding the names.

Happy Mother’s Day.

2009-05-26T20:37:00.004+05:30

6:41 PM
Adjusting her white cotton sari and wrapping her self in the shawl, Aparajita opened the door with her shaking hands. Good morning maaji(mother). How are you doing today said Sharmista. I am doing well and counting my remaining days said Aparajita. You can’t stop death so stop thinking and take your medicine. In mean time let me get you your lemon flavored black tea. Maaji your hot water is ready and your clothes are hanging in the bathroom too. Aparajita folded the newspaper and crawled towards the bathroom.
Breakfast was ready and Sharmista was shouting that it will be cold so please hurry up. Aparajita finished her daily rituals and sat on the dining table to finish her breakfast. Sharmista, less oil otherwise my sugar will increase dear. Ufffffffffff maaji little bit of ghee won’t harm you. On the other hand your skin will glow. Aparajita smiled and said Sharmista your dress looks old. I will talk to my son and get you a new dress. I should at least get you a new dress with this month’s salary to you. Saying this Aparajita slammed her head.
Durga! Durga! I again forgot to tell my son about money. Ohh maaji you take lot of tensions. Let me get your cordless so that you can talk to your son. No not now it’s too early I while talk to him later. Okay maaji as you wish.
Maaji I am finished with the morning’s work. What will you take in Lunch? Shall I bring some fish? No its fine just make rice and daal. There are some left over’s of yesterday. I will manage with that. Sure maaji, yes I will be fine.
It was 10 in the morning but the fog was still sleeping. Aparajita finished her newspaper and was about to switch on the television when Sharmista came out of kitchen. Maaji I will leave now and will come at noon so that I can cook hot rice for you. Aparajita nodded her head as if she knew that Sharmista was going to do that. Okay wait eat something before you leave. I am getting late maaji. Sharmista don’t show tantrums and eat first.
Sharmista sat on the floor and started eating while making faces. These tricks are old Sharmista madam. I have seen many girls like you and mended them when I was a principal. Okay, okay I am eating. Aparajita got up and gave a quick glance towards the moving arrows of the old-clock. She was neither staring at her marriage gift from his husband nor she was worried about the spiders who had built cobwebs around it. Sharmista saw this and went into the bedroom. Where are you going, you shouldn’t get up while eating. How many times I need to tell you idiot. Take this and call up your son. Shamrista handed her the cordless. I know you last spoke 3 weeks ago when you wanted to visit the doctor for your heart checkup. Aparajita kissed her head and said finish your food and I will call up my Rohit.
Hi beta getting ready for office. No mom taken off from work as we need to finalize a new flat for us. You see Rehan and Ridihma are growing up so we need a big house. Yes you are right said Aparajita. Where is Ria and have the kids left to school. Yes mom the kids have left and Ria is in the kitchen. Beta Rohit, Oh yes mom I know your money, I am sorry I will ask my driver to do that as soon as possible. Aparajita chocked a bit and clearing the cough she said I am not asking for money. It’s been long seeing you and your family. When are you planning to come to visit me? Mom not this week, I am tied up with office work and then this new flat. Next to next week I am out of town. Don’t worry first Sunday of next month we will have lunch together. Is it fine mom? Yes beta. Okay mom I am getting late, I will talk to you later and I will send the money and some medicines with the driver. Oh yes how is the maid? Is she working properly? Hope you are strict with her; everyone is not your student. The world has changed lot and people too. You don’t know these people. They are just worthless only greedy about money and if you don’t control them then think they are your boss. Hope you understand mom. Okay Ria is calling talk to you later mom. Before Aparajita could say something the receiver on the other side was disconnected.
Happy, so when are they all visiting. Are they coming next month? Aparajita drank some water and clearing her throat she said may be next month or may be some day to raise my corpse.
Sharmista knew very well what maaji meant. She pulled the door quietly and handed the remote before leaving Aparajita alone in that house.
Lying on the armchair Aparajita switched on the television. She was not interested in flicking through the channels so she saw what flashed first. The channel was showing some special dedications. The lovely anchor flashed a broad smile and said we are ready for all your dedication for your lovely mothers. So please pick up your phone and dial us. It is Mother’s Day and all day we would be celebrating mother’s day on our channel. Let’s make our mother’s special because it’s Mother’s Day.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Aparajita couldn’t control her tears anymore and switched of the television.

Sweets of Bright and Budding Future.

2009-05-12T02:23:00.002+05:30

The sun was settling its scores. The day was getting tired with the people. The queue was getting thinner and thinner as the day was evaporating. The night queen was on her way to take charges of her shift. Amar was holding and pulling his dad's thin cotton kurta. His father had taken a day off to cast his vote. Amar was curious to see the crowd that was standing to cast their respective votes. Amar was puzzled and was anxious to know the reason why people were standing for hours.
Baba. Why are they standing? What are they getting? What sweets they are getting? Amar's father adjusting his glasses and wiping his sweat said "Sweets of Bright and Budding Future." It will make us and all our fellow people happy. Amar was staring at his father with his eyes open and was thinking when he will grow big like his father.
Don't worry Amar; you will understand when you grow big.
He smiled innocently and stared at his father with his brown tadpole eyes. Next moment Amar was on his dad's hands. He loved being carried by his father. He loved those strong arms that were holding him firmly. He loved the way his dad pampered and loved him. He kissed his dad and opened up his candy and started swallowing it gradually. The chocolate was dissolving with Amar's young saliva's while generating sweet flavors. He was happy and chatting with his father till the time his father casted his vote.
Is it done baba? Yes beta we are done. Let me take out our bicycle and on the way we need to go to the market to quickly grab some fish for dinner. Your mom would be waiting for us.
Amar stand here with the bicycle. It's crowded in the market. I will go and grab some fresh fish. Okay Baba and don't go anywhere. Amar stood like an obedient son guarding his Baba's cycle and waited for his Baba to come.
Suddenly there was lot of shouting in the market. The friendly and harmonious air suddenly was dancing on the beats of greed, power and money.
Where is he? Where is that betrayer? I saw him with his son entering the market. Let's go. We need to teach him and show the people who is in power. What change is that chu***** teacher is looking? Here is he. What chu***** what are you looking at him? Don't you know what the orders are? Don't worry lad's nothing will happen. You know who rules this place.
HHHHAAAHHHAA..
Within minutes the market was dead silent. The air was naked and stood blatantly. No one was buying anything everyone rushed to save his/her pure soul.
Amar stood on one side and waited for the dust and the noise to settle. He ran towards the shop. He saw his Baba lying on the floor and the shopping bag was lying few meters ahead. Baba, Baba. Why are you lying on the floor? Get up we need to go home. Amar's hands were sopping in blood. The white starched kurta of his Baba had lost its purity. He knew that color. He started crying and started screaming for her mother.
May be Amar's father was referring to this color as "Sweets of Bright and Budding future."

Bygone lanes - Block 621

2009-05-10T13:29:00.002+05:30

1:26 P.M.

Flashing yellow lights failed to wake him up. The cab was running like a mad horse on the empty streets. Dev was sleeping with his headphones plugged in his ears as if it was his car. The veil of darkness was rigged by the small light inside the cab. The cab halted after a 20 min drive.
Sir cash or card.
Adjusting his wallet on his back pocket, Dev said Card.
Sir $22.00 and here is your receipt. Sir here is your receipt.
Dev felt like someone is shaking his shoulders or trying to remove his favorite light pink shirt. The cool suffocated air that the a/c was generating was acting as bed time story for Dev. He straightened his collar and hairs, pushed himself out and thanked the cabby.
Take care sir.
Oh yes I will said Dev when he himself was not aware what time and where was he.
Block 621.The apartment block was flashing its identity and convincing Dev that he is exactly where he should be. The lift opened and his fingers tips smelling with nicotine pressed 12.
Dev what next it's 3 in the morning and it's time to go back. No I am fine, I need some more beer. I can still read the road clearly and I am yet to stamp someone. Fred, get a pint and take my card too. Pints have been quenching Dev's thirst from 8 in the evening. Fred left in a while.
Taxi..Taxi. Where shall I take you asked the smiling cabby? Take me to a place where I can get some love and Dev started laughing while crushing the butt of Marlboro.
Fine sir. These days you get love in hell but not in heaven. Do you want to go to hell? As long as I get love I don't mind said Dev.
Very well, pay dollars and you will get what you want.
Love is no more Love. It's a cocoon of selfish and greedy desires. Envelop that opens with the smell of dollars.
Dev's silent thoughts were broken by the automated female voice of the lift.
12th Floor.
Doors closing. Doors closing.
Lift going down, Lift going down.

VOICE DATING. Fast Food Love.

2009-05-05T19:03:00.008+05:30

Please Note:
Tips and tricks enlisted here are to help the needy and for fun. I am not responsible for any failure or mishaps. I am not a love guru so I can't guarantee any success.
Read it at your own RISK.

With the dawn of new age flirting with girls have probably changed. Gone are the days when one use to express one's love on a colored paper. Paper dipped in ink, paper dipped in love. No more now. In today’s high Tech age we prefer to drop a mail or text or call rather than personally meeting(I am not old but touch has it's own results). I would rather say this one as a FAST FOOD way of dating. Mobile Dating or let me call it Voice Dating.
Yes this is what my school buddy, KK has been doing for last 3 years after getting ditched(best example for the saying that things happen for the best). My Casanova friend has a simple logic of first impressing a girl by his voice and peppy talks and once things start moving come into reality and grab the limelight(He has no expectation, he talks to every one) then come into picture. I am a witness to this new age dating. I meet him in the evening for a cup of tea and evening gossips. Once our formal greetings are over, he rests his back on the red colored plastic chair and starts his Voice Dating while sipping his double spooned sugar tea. He answers all his missed calls, talks to his permanent ones(on priority basis) and calls up new girls too. Oh yes gets thrashed too while doing such activities over the phone. When he is busy doing these things I keep my eyes on my tweets and ears on his love talks. I strongly beleive that knowledge founds it's real definition when it is distributed to others so I am going to share tips and tricks of KK’s Voice Dating.

KK: Hi is this ‘M’
Girl1: no it is not.
KK: no worries may I know who is the sweet voice on the other side.
Girl1: Why do you want to know (Hint no 1: if the girl is not interested then she should have disconnected by now, if she is still eating your minutes then your lady luck is smiling)
KK: well god has created people to know each other and live happily so what’s wrong if I want to know you(KK is on with his honey dipped talks)
Girl1: you know lot of things
KK: not more than you dear (don’t ever bring your ego or attitude here or your gone)

So that’s how KK starts the conversation but sometimes also gets banged on the phone.
No Pain No Gain.
Okay lot of talks let me now come to the point of enlisting the few tips that my dear friend had told me couple of days ago. I failed as a student. I am not a good talker on phone to strangers and the keyword patience was never printed in my dictionary so I am not a user of Voice Dating but might work someone there. I am listing the scope and requirements too (My profession has taught me how to create a good document).

SCOPE:
1. Works only with opposite sex no idea for the rest please (My friend is straight).
2. Works only in local areas (You won’t like to spend your money on STD bills right).

REQUIREMENT:
1. A mobile phone with a strong battery and big address book(Any Nokia phone would be a good bet).
2. Head phone is must as you can’t go on talking for hours on your handset.
3. Get a couple of cellular chips (Do check for the best deal, you know what I mean).
4. You must know the local language even if you know Hindi and English well (See it helps you to learn languages too).
5. Last but not the least keep a good balance in you’re a/c. Initially you have to spend money.
Thinks don’t come for free dear.
6. Time is the key factor too. Need to invest lot of time on this activity(KK spends 3-4 hrs/day).

GOLDEN RULES :
1. Patience is the key word and no Ego please.
2. Don’t stammer, talk as if you are the dream man for the other person. Indulge in talking
(you have few seconds that’s it my mate where you have to prove your mettle).
3. Oh yes be ready to talk to any kind of a person. It’s like throwing the stone in dark
4. No place for attitude too.
5. Once in a while be ready to get bashed. So be prepared and never forget Newton's Third Law.
6. Okay one last word don’t loose hope buddy things will work and if not then you know the
saying “Tu nahi toh koi aur sahi, duniya bahut badi hai”.

Well that’s all from my side. If you have something to add please let me know. I will do so. Talking about success rate KK has 4 GF’s at the moment (One is a married woman too).
So that’s from my side for now. Time for to meet KK and get more gossip about Voice Dating.

P.S. Next time when I am talking to any of my blogger friend please don’t think I am trying Voice Dating.

LOVE......Filthy Atyachar

2009-04-30T15:12:00.008+05:30

2:03 PM

Small drops of water started flowing in between the narrow passage of ear and the veins. Gradually the drops increased and they were helping the heat so that it can disturb the sound sleep of Dev. The fan was trying its best but even it was circulating heat waves in the wee hours.

Dev hi, how are you. How are you doing smarty?
Dev rubbed his eyes and turned to the other side of the double bed. The right hand was acting as his head pillow, the cherry colored long and round pillow was beneath his legs but the silky pillow cover was creating sweat in between his legs. The bed sheet which his mother had given last night was on the floor. The mosquitoes are now friendly to Dev and they don’t disturb him anymore. Dev was irritated by the fact that he was about to sleep and he was in no mood to be disturbed.
Dev, Dev listen to me it’s me Malena, your immortal love. The name created thunder storm in Dev’s moist ears. His ear drums where bursting in pain when the voice traveled into his ear.

Bitch!! What is the matter? Can’t you leave me alone? Please leave me alone. I want to live and want to survive without you. Just leave me.

What do you want know from me? I still remember those days when I use to run like a beggar behind you to accept me. I cried like a child before you but you went on and did what you wanted to. What you felt was right for you and made you happy.

Can you tell me what my fault was, Malena? Loving you day and night, loving you for years or was it my intimate friendship with my friend. What I slept with her? Things all happened 2 years back and when I was ready to accept you for my rest of life your quota of love finished all of a sudden. You don’t feel anymore more, you don’t love me anymore. Is it like a on or off switch? When you want you say Dev I love you my baby and when you don’t want then I can’t do it anymore Dev.

You considered 1 day and overlooked all those 364 days. Anyway I don’t want to talk all these know, please let me sleep.

Dev I know I have hurt you but please forgive me. You are still a factor that makes me weak and I care for you. Yes Malena why don’t you tell that you still love me.

I hate that unsympathetic and filthy word “LOVE” and more above I hate you.

Why should I forgive you? Give me one reason. Did you forgive me so why should I. Go make your husband happy bitch.

Dev turned back after a while to see if Malena was still there. No one was there. It was the same crispy white room. No one was there other than Dev. The room was filled with an air of silence that could kill someone, silence that danced after someone died. Dev was about to leave the room suddenly he heard lot of noises, lot of laughter's and more laughter's. He turned back and there was no one and only to find more laughter.

Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

It’s 9 in the morning and the laughter was broken by the gentle wake up mobile alarm. Dev got up and he knew he had that same dream. This dream has been following him for more than a year. Dev got up and started killing his germs with the super white toothpaste. Dev looked into the mirror while gargling and he saw his teeth were shining and his cheeks too. Dev was smiling.

He was happy.
He begs know more in his dream to Malena to comeback.

A touch to relish.

2009-04-08T18:30:00.003+05:30

I am trying to collect and put down some of my favorites from my old blog. I don't write any more on the old blog but felt like including these old write ups in my new blog.

25/11/2008, Singapore.
The softness of those small, warm and gentle hands is still very fresh in me.
Okay hang on before you could find any lust here, the hands were of a handicapped girl who is 8-9 years old. Yes after lot of findings I have enrolled myself as a volunteer in the ridding club for handicapped children. (http://www.rdasingapore.org/)

It is a voluntary club for all handicapped children. It gives a reason to these children to act as any normal person. I am new to this organization and the first hand information was offered by none other than my friend, Ted. I was discussing my thoughts to him on a dinner table and he referred me to have a look on this ridding club. Riding Club, I said dude forget ridding, I am scared to get a kick from the horse. After couple of days of loitering I called up the association. I told them very clearly that I can't ride and I am only free on weekends. I was sure that they would say please Mr. Naidu find something else. To my surprise they invited me for any of the sessions. Born with overdose of excitement I landed up last Saturday to provide my small service as a volunteer. I located the nearest MRT, got up early and took a cab from the station to the club. It was a big farm, as I entered I could see the stable and also the freshness of the place. I walked in straight and found a bunch of riders discussing a point. I was introduced to Mr. Edwin, who is in charge in the morning. I told who I am and what brings me to the club. He took my form and told me to have a seat. I moved around a bit, had a look on the track field. I saw more volunteers working together. I was standing and looking at them, didn't want to show that I am super eager so was analyzing all of them. They brought in all different kinds of sport materials and then they arranged all of them on the ground. The field was ready but I was wandering that where are the children. I told myself after seeing the bunch of children that Mr. Naidu, Handicapped doesn’t mean that people would only be on crutches. I saw a sweet little guy on crutches but there were bunch of children who were handicapped and they have various form of disability. Some are really rare to the world. I was given a quick overview by Edwin. The do's and don'ts, some background and how things work in RDA. I was joined with another chap who was also a new bee like me.
After the 1st round my chance came to help/volunteer. I was introduced with a small sweet little girl called Crassile. I had a senior volunteer and there was the rider who was in charge of the horse. The ride began we had couple of rides. Rule no 1, never walk behind the horse or be ready for a call from heaven. I was warned that I should always walk with the horse and not behind. We played couple of games and by now I was interacting with the girl. It was an hour’s exercise for all of us. I was enjoying by now. Crassile was enjoying at times but most of the times she was lost in her world. You need to catch her attention to make her working. The session ended after that. There were other children who were doing the same thing with volunteers helping them. Yes not to forget the ring lady who was conducting the show for all of us. While ending up I helped up carrying the helmets to the store and arranging them too. Helmet is one of the gears that the rider wears for protection. I had a glass of water and joined the discussion or may be the analysis about how was the session. We had to fill a sheet about the session and about the games and write in our comments. I had to write about Crassile. My comments were simple that sometimes she lost focus; maybe we need to find out ways to bring her concentration. My suggestion was not appreciated that much but as usual I was doing the talking rather than my senior volunteer. I will be studying Crassile's case going further to see how I can mingle more with her. I shook hands and said bye to Ed before moving towards my destination. I took a bus to reach to the nearest MRT stop. It took another half an hour to reach to my flat.
The question that must be haunting to everyone’s mind and to mine is what the return was?
When the exercise ended I had to guide Crassile to her mom. Crassile took my hand in her hand. The touch was just amazing as if she knew me from ages and the gentle feeling is what I get back for my volunteer service. The touch was so confident that as if she knew that I would be there again to hold her. She smiled at me and moved on with her mother. That walk with her was something that happened after a long time. I use to do it the same when I was kid and use to go out with my dad to market.

Yes I would see Crassile this week too before the club closes for Christmas break.

£21, $25 and Rs 10

2009-04-07T02:13:00.002+05:30

6:38 PM
I guess you might be thinking that what is this? Cost of an article in different currencies well not like that. Those are my saloon costs of a decent haircut in three places (London, Singapore and India). Yes my hairstyles have been a point of attraction not for girls but for my dad. He never failed to comment on my hair styles and I never stopped playing with my hair. When I left Singapore I was planning to do a hair cut but then I was also thinking to increase their length too. After couple of weeks I was looking like a monster and I thought why not go for a haircut. The idea was great but I was really scared to go out and have a haircut even though it’s the same place where I had my first haircut.

HAIRCUTS FROM INDIA (HALDIA, BARODA, PUNE), LONDON AND SINGAPORE

INDIA (Haldia):
I was born in this place. As a teenager I always wanted to be presentable and with age the idea of being presentable has always grown. I think before my board examination I was socially grown up guy. I started going to saloon on my own to have my monthly hair cut (when I was a kid it was my dad’s department to take care of me). I clearly remember that I was scolded in assembly for my hair style which was copy of Ajay Devgan’s hair style. After a while I also kept Sharukh’s Bajigar style. Right Side twist, Left style partition, Kamal Khan’s military style and what else let me think oh yes the gangster look of Sanjay Dutt too. Yes I was influenced by Bollywood movies lot. Anyway the costs of my haircut remain around Rs 10(a simple haircut and bunch of local gossips provided by my loyal service provider). Oh yes I tried to color my front hair bit brownish but the experiment failed. The new saloon where I tried it messed it up. That day I promised holding my hairs that I will be loyal to my hairs and hair saloon.

INDIA (Baroda and Pune):
When I moved to Baroda for my graduation my haircuts more or less remained small/medium. I realized after a while that long hairs don’t suit my face. So I kept on being consistent with my style. One other reason that I constrained on my costs as I was no more living with my parents, I was on my own(Yes now I am full fledged grown up guy). The cost was no more 10 it was now more or less 20/25. I somehow connected with these people very well. I use to talk about their life and parents which made them very friendly with me. In return I use to get a good treatment and not to forget a free head massage too. After completing my graduation I moved on from the land of chaat, dhoklas to the land of vadapaos and poha. I was now in Pune for my masters. I stayed near my college and my life was surrounded in that area on weekdays. Weekends were always a trip to camp/decccan and a new released movie. I did found a new hair specialist for myself (can’t use the word Barber). Nice humble guy who did his job with lot of hard work and efficiency. Hair style during my masters was the same one as I carried in my graduation days. The price was now more or less in 20/25 initially after a while the saloon use to charge me 20 since I was there regular customer. I don’t know if it’s a good habit or a bad one but where ever I have lived till day I generally had a good interaction with the area’s tea-stall wallah, pan wallah, saloon, stationery guy and not to forget the newspaper guy(moving to London it changed a bit all bar tenders were my friends). I stayed in the same place even when I started working. Now I had money, lots of money, lots of things changed but I never changed my saloon. The only change occurred in this area was that by now I started tipping the guy with a small amount (It was a small gesture and at the end of day money matters and talks). I stayed around 4 years in Pune before moving to London. I enjoyed every bit of my stay in Pune. I am planning a trip to visit my old landowner in Pune and I will make sure that I have a hair cut in my old saloon, drink a cup of tea with hot vada pao. Okay let’s not get nostalgic cause it’s time to move on London. Time for some International hair cut from blonds.
LONDON:

It took exactly 15 days to make Mr. Naidu realize that no blond is going to be crazy about you. So to say every Asian guy who lands on London has 2 things common. Guess what?

A big Colgate smile, a smile of achievement, a smile of pride and a smile of visiting a foreign land (you would always find a camera hanging to him and that’s an identity of a new desi too).
And not to forget the dream of dating a gori memhsaab or a blond babe.

Anyway I didn’t had the privilege of dating any blond (actually I did had one but out of excitement I messed up the whole meeting). My fate was not bad too since I met a really interesting fellow, Sameer(hawwa ka jhonka). He is more than a friend to me (So to say my contact list is too small but they are elite in my sense). When I walked into the HSBC building in Canary Wharf it was like a dream come true (My dreams always increased with their completion). I took a while to sink in the fish and chips and beer. Once I started gearing up with the UK ascent and the weather, I started looking for a hair cut(this was the first time in my life when I had grown my hair really long like a rock star. My team members promised me that they would raise money for my haircut). I started my hunt for a good hair saloon. I asked my Indian colleagues for help. They provided me details of cheap haircut (generally Indians who go onsite save money like this by eating curd rice, watching pirated movies in weekend and drink beer in flat except Mr. Naidu). I wanted something different. Yes I wanted to walk in a posh saloon. I saw one which was in the shopping mall of Canary Wharf. It had all girls to take care of you (only your hairs please). I was excited to have a haircut and I walked in as I used to do in India. Welcome to London, here if you want to meet your girl friend also you should make a prior appointment. So I was told to book an appointment sometime next week and I can to do it my phone or web. Thank god I had a glance of their prices on the web. They could have swallowed my 2 days Daily Allowance (£80). Eventually I settled with a medium one. A hair cut for £20 with shampoo. Oh yes this time my hair style changed a bit. It was nice short, messy and spiky. The UK brat style (well in Rome you don’t behave like a desi). With time when Sameer and I bonded well with all things my hair saloon changed. Free hair cuts on Friday with free champagne followed with rounds of jinn and tonic to set in your Friday evening mood. All these bills were paid by one of Sameer’s favorite law professor. This gentleman use to organize Friday clinic in his favorite saloon. Sameer was like his child and I was Sameer’s brother from another mother. With time everything changed in London friends, girl friend, job etc but two things remain constant love of Sameer and our favorite Friday Hair Cut Clinic. 2 years passed by lost lot of things and gained few things too. Time to move on from the land of fish and chips to the land of noodles.

SINGAPORE:

The whole transformation from London to Singapore was interesting. Singapore was much better place to live and well behaved place. Someone asked me what do you miss here in Singapore; I thought for a while and said that I miss the pub brawls that was so common in London. I have traveled a bit in my life and I have taken pride that I use to adjust quickly with food and ambiance. I was surprised to see that I took a long time to adjust in Singapore or maybe I never did at all (was I alone or was I taken back my personal losses?) Singapore is well organized and in no time I found a good saloon. Hair cut in Singapore was average, charging me $25(SGD) with shampoo too. People in Singapore are interested in cheap things more than posh. You can get a hair cut for $10 in 10 mins. It was decent too, I never tried since I loved to be bit posh (in born traits). Same as always my hair saloon was same but people who provided the service changed from time to time. Well fancies and aristocracy of India are only available in India.
INDIA:
When I came back to my hometown last month after biding adeu to Singapore I walked in the same place for a haircut. The shops have changed they are now bigger and beautiful too. The whole market is huge and humongous. Everything has changed here too but the laid back style of leaving and the cost of leaving has hardly increased (probably that’s why Kolkata is still regarded as the common man’s city).In all this midst I managed to find a decent hair saloon one. The chap was good really did a good job with my added inputs (I am not looking as a profession). I was happy by his service though I didn’t tip as I am no more earning.
That was my story about my hair cuts. I believe we all love to look good. I know these are silly and small things of life but I believe what’s harm in sharing.
I am sure you will have so what are you waiting for?

What a HOT NIGHT

2009-04-03T14:37:00.004+05:30

2:38 PM

The hot wind that is circulating over my head is being created by my ceiling fan. This has given me clear indication that summer is on its way. It would be really interesting to see how I will cope when there would power cuts/electricity cuts. To be more precise I witnessed one last night. One of my hottest night in Haldia not with any girl but with a gang of mosquitoes. I finished my regular quota of my studies and I switched on my internet to browse and twit some updates. The moment I connected with the world the state government disconnected me from the rest of the world. Did a bit of surfing and gave up as my laptop is a kind of bit classicist and doesn’t like to run on battery.
So I lied down my bed and pleaded my dreams to come into my dreamy world but they were barred by the gang of mosquitoes. I was spanking them and they loved it but they kept on coming. My dad came up with the real destroyer, “Tortoise Mosquito Coil”. Thanks to my dad after a while the mosquitoes were silent but the aroma had changed. My room smelled flowery. The aroma was form the coil. I think the product maker wanted to kill mosquito’s with a good aroma. With all these thought’s I closed my eyes for a while and all my day’s activities were zooming in. One of them struck me hard. It was my thought that how I could become the prime minister of India in order to travel in the new specialized aircraft. I smiled on myself and said neither I have a surname of GANDHI or neither my dad is an Industrialist nor my mother in a Bollywood Queen nor my grandfather was the GODFATHER of the UNDERWORLD. So Mr Naidu no chance (oh yes I am not related to Mr. Chandrababu Naidu too).
The thought of becoming something again made me nostalgic and I tried to recollect what all I wanted to become in my 30 years and what I am today. So here I go from an Add maker to Zero.
1. Add Maker: Yes Boss was the movie when I was in my teens and saw Sharukh Khan as an add manager and trying to woo his girl made me think that why not PN the Add maker. I said I write poems, I maintain a dairy and I can draw so here I am the creative person of my school. Anyway the desire to be a creative person died as soon as I was busy preparing for my never ending exams.
2. NDA: My grandfather went to a war as a soldier. I think some of his traits came in to my soul. I grew up listening stories of Netaji, Bhagat Singh and various other freedom fighters. I never had a personal liking to the other opportunistic freedom fighters. So when I was in class 11/12th I decided that I should go into military. My country needs me but I never wanted to be low ranking officer so I searched about NDA. The craze of internet was not that much or let me say it was nil. I was dejected when someone told me that commerce student can’t sit in NDA exam you need science for it and a guy with spectacles no way. That was the day when my country lost a brave soldier. After few years I saw Farahan Aktar’s Lakshay and I said to myself if our school had a career information office then I would have gained a position in India’s most respected job. Nevertheless I am happy that we will have ads about Indian Military and it’s opportunities in school text books. I also support the way countries like US, Singapore, South Korea etc have a compulsion for every citizen to serve their country.
3. Merchant Navy: I completed the form after 12th and posted it too. My mother was against it. The idea of being Merchant Navy erupted in my mind when I met couple of Navy guys on the Independence Day parade. I was impressed by their uniform, their smartness and above all serving mother land. So without knowing anything I submitted the application. Of course I wasn’t selected and till day it’s a fact that I can barely float in a swimming pool of 5 ft.
4. Bug of being an MBA: I went to Baroda for my graduation and I came to this place to do an MBA without knowing the full form also. I was pursuing my commerce degree. From my second year I started gathering information about MBA. I made my firm mind that I want to do an MBA form the IIM’s and no where else. To do from the best or always thriving to do the best made me realize later in my life that you should plan best too. I started reading from the correspondence materials of IMS. With no strong and supportive plan I jumped in the sea to be drowned. That’s how my dream to become one of the management icons failed but it has thrived again.
5. Never was a Computer geek: After my failure in MBA I looked into the world of computers and Sabeer Bhatia was the man at that time after selling Hotmail to Microsoft. One of the other reasons of doing MCA was that I didn’t want to spoil a year. I went to a Pune to do an MCA. I realized later that other than a couple of students, all had a bachelor’s degree in computers field. I completed my masters somehow scoring 60% but never was I interested in coding and testing.
6. Software Engineer/Support Engineer: I completed my masters and secured a job in HSBC. I got the best placement from my college even I had backlogs in my final semester. The job has nothing to my degree/placement office. I got it due to my sheer presence of mind and networking skills. So my first designation was Trainee Software Engineer which went on to Senior Software Engineer. I don’t know what I learned but it landed me into London.
7. Business Analyst: London gave me this title and by now I had a basic knowledge how to Google various topics. I realized that my work is more of a BA so why not change my profile from a Senior Software Engineer to a BA. I did and secured a job in one of the world best investment management company in London. I wanted to be an Investment Banker but then I need to do an MBA for it to change my field. The drive to do it was not acute since I was receiving a 5 figure Pound salary. I was on top of the world and before I could sink in the feeling that I am the next banker in the CITY I was thrown out of London. One lie changed my personal life and another made me a complete zero from a hero.
8. Consultant: When things go bad they are not bad they become worst. I landed in Singapore as a Consultant to see the consultancy world. One of the biggest desired qualities of a consultant is that you have to be like a waiter. Serve your master 24*7 and then if something goes wrong your lambasted like an ass. I knew from day one that I am not the best fit here too. I was not surprised when I had to resign since the Global Market was drowning.
9. Unemployed: Yes that is what I am but then I can debate on that too since I am not aggressively looking for jobs since I am pursuing my dream again. Singapore showed me the dream and what I want to do in my life hence forth. So even I am not working but I am content that I am chasing my dream and I will chase till I succeed.

Am I not lucky? How many people get a chance to chase their dream?
I am perusing it with all ODDS.

The Rat Race to capture the CHAIR

2009-03-18T12:42:00.005+05:30

9:49 AM

The chair has never been so interesting after the Indian Independence. It’s not the number of people who are running for it but the hunger and the chase for their respective dreams is interesting. Well when the chair is none other than the most coveted chair of India. The Prime Ministers Chair or shall we say The King’s Throne. From the age old Kings to the latest age old ministers the dream is same and the tactics are same. One more thing remains constant too that the runners for the chair still forget the use of chair but then who cares when the chase is for ones personal goals.
I don’t admire or see the Mr. LK Advani becoming the prime minister in the forthcoming 15th Lok Sabha elections but I admire his will to chase the dream. At the age of 82 he is the sole runner from BJP and this is also going to be his last chase too. People at his age spend time with families and think that time is running out so let’s devote time for religious activities. Forget the old hearts, we so called young blood after getting married and reproducing kids think that now our life is dead. One ambition in life is to raise kids and save money for retirement. When I see Mr. L. K. Advani I just can’t stop admiring him for his guts and his hunger to run for his dream. Dream to become the Prime Minister of India. A dream that he has lived his all life and it’s now or never battle for him. He is doing all the right things connecting with the biggest vote bank that is the youngsters of India (4% between the ages of 18-35) by going tech savvy and lifting weights in the gymnasium but then the black clouds of Hindutava and RSS revolve with him. Even though he is trying hard to clear the picture of BJP by distancing itself from Mr. Muthalik and his sena of hooligans but the picture has become too scary and dark after Kandhamal mass killings. It’s going to be tough for him but then I am not a political analyst to draw a victory chart for him. Though the road is tough and challenging but I admire his sheer power to chase for his dream at 82.
Well with Mr Advani we have one more candidate in the race and this one is a female and comes from the backward class, Miss Mayawati. It’s the sheer magic of Maya that she is successfully running the biggest political state of India (The word Success here means in Political and in terms of personal goals and not in the favor of the people of India). Though Amar Singh and his bunch of pals are trying hard to remove her from the post but the lady is too hot for them to be handled. So with her dream Maya has joined the Left Front or the Parking Lot, named by one of the BJP top brass. The Congress calls it a ghost party which comes out in every election. What ever may be it but the local or regional parties are going to be the pivot parties in this election. So Maya/Bhenji is also chasing for her dream too for grabbing the chair (I am sure of one thing at least, if she becomes the PM she will declare her birthday as a Public Holiday). Did someone shout the name of Mr DeveGowda, well he has chased the dream so he should not eye on it and with him Amma is taken a back stage. Rest you never know the desire to grab the chair can change any poll politics.
Rest we have couple more from Mulayam Singh Yadav to Sharad Pawar. The latest edition in the race is Mr. Jaspal Bhatti. Yes you have read correct that Mr Bhatti, the great comedian is aspiring too to become the PM after floating his own party. I wish him all the best and he isn’t a surprise for me when sportsmen, celebrities etc are all are jumping in politics for the people. Love to ask them how do they define people or so called sarcastic phrase “Aam Admi” .Well Amar Singh has denied that Mr. Yadav is chasing the dream of being a Prime Minister but you never know what are ones personal goals in any field and moreover this is politics. Coming to our Marathi Manoos, Mr. Pawar, he too is trying hard but if he is married to Congress then the chances is zero since the Congress has made clear that the forthcoming Prime Minister would be from Congress. So unless he joins the Third Front, he has no choice other than waiting.
In all these candidates, we have a very prominent winner, our current PM who is also known as a puppet in the hands of our Soniya Ji. Whatever people may say he has governed India for a full term and full credit for it even after the unreliable Left removed its support. UPA provided the platform for the nuclear deal under stout opposition but also failed to deal with the 10 Terrorist who ransacked Mumbai and made a mockery of the Indian Government. So whether it’s Jai Ho or not but other than Mr. Singh I don’t find any real winner in the race of becoming our next Prime Minister.
What benefit the Common Man will have remains a question in a black hole but at least we will have less stupid jokes on the Surd Community since isn’t it great that, “ A Sardar will control once again the biggest democratic country of the world”.

Jai Ho !!

Elections, Money...Illicit Relationship

2009-03-13T12:47:00.002+05:30

12:06 PM
Sometimes I get amused when people try to show that true to their job and doing the right thing. Well even I think that it’s a good thing and my parents taught me the same. But what happens when you know something is so common and rampant. What happens when you try to wash a small % of dirt and when there is a whole cloud of dirt lying there from ages? In other words I am talking about the video clip that are doing round in the news channel where one of the leading politicians and a Bollywood star have been caught distributing money to people on the eve of Holi. Today’s morning newspaper had the front page covered with this news. The people who have been framed of guilt are saying that they were distributing money to the people as a tradition and a part of culture. On the other hand we have the Election Commission of India (which has really been on the news for last few months) finds it wrong and thinks that it’s an act of bribery. The EC has served notice and asked the respected people to come with details on it. The whole point for me is a joke for me.
As a kid I remember receiving money from elders during festive season. I am against also Bribery. CS in one of his recent posts talked about a wrong something he had done. He was rushing to meet her beloved wife and he broke a law at that time. He was caught by a Traffic Police. What he did was something was required as he wanted to reach somewhere so he paid some money to the Police. On the other hand the Police was interested also in the money and not to file complain. I am not getting in what is wrong and right but then corruption is present in Indian society. So please don’t tell me that Election’s are won without money. Every Indian knows that money flows like water during these few months of pre-election. Voters are paid money, given food and served alcohol from different parties to vote for them. Few years ago when I was in Baroda during my graduation days we had a cleaning lady in our flat. Few days before the election she wanted to take a day off. The next day when she was back I asked her if everything was right since she had taken a day off.

PN: hi aunty, kal kahan thi app, all well at your place. Hope you son in fine
Aunty: haan shaab he is okay and no problem at all
PN: then chutti?
Aunty: who shaab rally mein gayi thi, kal ‘xxx’ party ka rally thaa. The party workers came to our basti and told us to join the rally.
PN: Wahoo aunty so you like politics and do you really support this party
Aunty: Kya shaab. We are not able to meet our ends what will we do with politics. That is for big and rich people.
PN: Then why did you go there.
Aunty: They gave us Rs 50(less than a $) and rice. What else we want?

And we all are aware about booth captures, mass voting exchanged with money. So Money flows everywhere and Money is the only criteria for success of any party. (This time the election being of alliances Money is THE IMPORTANT thing).So what is the EC trying to prove by serving notice? The politician will simply prove that it was a tradition and cultural practice. Rest we all know in India, everything can be taken but nothing about religion. Please EC people stop these kinds of stupid activities. If you really want to change something then discard all those people who have criminal background from contesting. If you can’t then sir please don’t show up these stupid things.

Votes, Vote Bank, Aaam Admi and the NETA’s

2009-03-12T12:04:00.004+05:30

11:06 AM

Switch on the Idiot Box/The Television (Though sometimes I don’t consider it an idiot box when I watch Discovery, Sports and News but please keep in mind the word sometimes). These days switch on the TV, it’s populated with various kinds of reality shows or bombarded with the stories of elections and party politics. Reality shows all surround or hang on to different forms of dances. The story is same for all channels either it is local channels or national channels or the private ones. But at the moment the nation is gripped or may be the media is gripping the people in the election fever.
Media has already declared or is shouting at its best that this time election is not all about any major party winning but it’s all about the alliances. If we look into Indian politics at the moment we have to major parties The Royal Party- Congress party which has a legacy of ruling but in a very timid manner and then on the other hand we have our very own party with the age old mantra of Hindutava- BJP.(I am not considering the Third Front at all).BJP calls itself a national party and a party for the Hindus but other than creating riots and taking out rath yatras they haven’t done much. So it’s very clear the majority in the house would be proved by the collaboration of small parties. The strength would be shown by not flexing muscles but having a consensus and keeping every one happy. Which is quite interesting to do and worth a watch in the coming days.
Well I am not writing this piece to talk about Indian Politics or the Number Theory of Indian Politics. I think there is whole bunch of analysts, who are doing that job and in these hard times and I don’t want to join them and give nightmares. I am surprised and totally gasped to see how the Indian Politicians/Parties are fielding their candidates. The criteria are obviously not their profile. The various criteria’s are how much wealth you have, what is your cast and interestingly how are the starts behaving for you and will they be fruitful for the party.

Sanjay Dutt or Munnabhai is using his Gandhigiri to allure voters in Lucknow. It’s being talked that he would be contesting election from Lucknow on the behest of our own Amar Singh. Sanju Baba made a statement that”It’s coming like to home since his father the late Sunil Dutt lived in Lucknow”. Can I ask him a question, Is he aware of the problems that are being raised by the Common Man/The Aam Admi(May be the common man is so common that politicians tend to take it at ease).
Let’s move on to now to Mr Govinda. He makes laugh on screen with his mindless jokes but he had a 4% attendance in the parliament. My question is, When he has no time for Indian politics then why is he waiting his little time too. Please India and Indian people don’t want celebrities for the heck of that they are mere celebrities.
Amma on the other hand or Madame Jayalalitha is not behind too. Chennai is being projected as the next Bangalore/Hyderabad but our Amma is going in the past. She is so desperate to get the seat of the Chief Minister that she has told all her candidates that please forget your Resume’s and bring your astrological charts. So the logic is simple that if Amma and her advisors think that your planets are favorable to the party then you are in and if you have some planets that are pain for the party then Sorry Mate (Yes financial position should be sound that is to be taken by default).
The story is not too different for Mr Naidu. He has promised voters that if they elect him once again he would give Color Television and Cable to them. One very simple question, “Do we need color television to survive and without proper electricity he will have to give the voters generators too.
Coming to my state which is till day lying in the doldrums of the Left or The Marxist. Mamta didi is trying to catch up with Congress so that she can give a tough fight to the Left. One thing I have admired of Mamta Didi is that she has been a fighter. You really need to have balls to fight with the Left in West Bengal. Though I am quite positive that Left may not be a clear winner but it would retain its hold. The logic is very simple; Left has very strong roots in the rural areas and to cut them you need to be GOD. In fact if we just skim through the methodology of Indian Politicians of begging votes and organizing rallies. Indian politicians are interested in rural areas to collect their votes. Middle class family in urban areas is too busy to earn money and no time for this stuff. So best thing is go back to the villages and then these Politicians will proudly say, India is a Land of Farmers and Villages.

If I go on talking the various methods or strategies political parties have devised then I will never finish. I think that these flamboyant Politicians represent the Common Man but what is he getting. Can’t we get are basic necessities PLEASE. Every election we have the same question. Congress is shouting Jai HO but still our country doesn’t have clean drinking water and electricity. Even if the BJP forms a government they will be same.
In the current state when no one is looking to the Common Man whom should I vote?

Friday Evening, Chuddy Buddies and Chayy

2009-03-08T01:46:00.006+05:30

5:25 PM
In today’s world friendship is more or less defined in terms of internet. To be more precise it’s all about social networking websites like Face book, Orkut, My Space and the list goes on. I don’t have any problems on that nor do I see a negative impact on us. I myself started talking to known and unknown people first on Orkut and then moved on to Face book (Face book was more exciting in terms of content and look and I till day keep that notion). Well sitting here in Haldia which is not a metro city, social networking on a prepaid connection is little tough. More above when u meet your age old chuddy buddies you forget the technology gimmicks. Yes last evening or rather let me say yesterday’s Friday evening was quite different, lovely, peaceful, full of laughter and above all nostalgic. What went on the whole evening was something which I am going to talk through right from my next para(in a style which I have never tried but I am ready to put my hand in the dirt and see if I can make something out of it).
Kittu the senior guy in all of us is the one who is very closest to me and Jai is of my age so I all my fights are with him. Jai was our protector (he is some orange or some color belt holder). Kittu’s real name is Krishna and these days he is justifying his name with full grace. My mother still remembers her family when they landed up in our society. Kittu was not my friend initially; he was close to my younger brother because they went in to same school. I started talking to him after a while. Kittu had 3 elder brothers and I never liked them at all due to there bossing attitude. Anyway I started liking Kittu as he was simple, very hard working and smiling character. I never had fights with him. He was weak in studies and he was more inclined to technical things. He now works as a good technician in an Oil company and he is happy. Now let’s talk about Kittu’s personal life. I think I know all his gf’s or with whom he has slept or is sleeping with. These days he is having one permanent girlfriend and hanging around with two or three more ladies (one is a married hot bong). Thus these days he is justifying his name but believe he was not a born Casanova. Same old story of love. The girl whom he loved for couple of years was sweet and good but was a bitch. She was sleeping around with someone else when she was singing love songs with my friend. From that incident onward Mr. Krishna Kothari no more remained a lover boy. One interesting thing is that all his present and past girlfriends have a connection with his mobile phone. He keeps 4/5 sim cards and once he gets a number of a girl from some friends he types in texts and if the lady responds then love story starts. Frankly speaking I can’t do that but believe me he has a domain expertise of 3 years now and all his gf’s are a gift from all the major telecom service providers in Haldia. (Interestingly my name is lucky for him so he uses my name and my b-day too).
Samu or JaiKumar Rao walked into our railway society with his elder brother and parents when he was a teenager. Samu or Jai or pagla or karateye master. He had loads of names but I still call him Jai/samu. Very simple guy with a big smile. When his mom passed away at the age of 15 he was still having his smile and till day he has maintained it. He was very close to me and was real partners in crime. We started talking as we shared a common interest i.e. love for Hindi music. He had a huge collection of hindi music with a cheap powerful music system (those days I use to think that big music systems are the best ones but when today I see speakers of Bose I just smile on my knowledge and the technology). I think parents are god for me and if one of them leaves you, your system goes on battery mode. The system works but the performance is affected and you never know when it would die. Same with Samu today he is a sensible guy but when I see my parents around like support system I thank the almighty that touch wood I am fortunate.
So the story started for three teenagers with 2 cycles. Our area was the area near our school called the Mini Market in Haldia Township. Every evening I use to hurry from school, finish my food and run with my cycle to kittu’s house(I had a BSA cycle but I always wanted the Hero ranger but the stupid cycle seller convinced my dad that it’s a bad cycle and sucks lot of energy. I was really angry on the old man but I think he was right but those days style mattered. What mattered was when I drove that stylist cycle like a Bollywood Hero; Girls walking on the street should give one look and job done). So every single evening we use to roam around together, ran behind girls together, caught up fights and I was always safe as I had one karate champion and one more guy who would scare people by his talks (The truth behind all fights or the reason was none other than me).
When I came home nearly after 2 years, Kittu new I was coming as I was in touch with him but Jai was not aware of it as I was not in touch with him. So Friday evening we decided to catch up, all three. I took my dad’s scooty and drove to Kittu’s House. On the way I received Kittu’s text that he was waiting for me in his home.
Kittu: Kya beye soo raha tha kya yaah leeh raha tha.
Montu: baap merey paadh raha tha phir nikla, u know how much time I take to get ready.
Montu: Acha uss mahan insaan ko phone kiya ? Jai Ko?
Kittu: Wohh pagala ek carton hai, 1 hr before he called me and said that I am coming to your home and till now he is coming. Let’s go to his home only.
Montu: Challo sir bethoo.
Scooty tries it’s best to carry the load of two giants.
Montu: Thankfully the roads are good and the moon is trying it’s best to shine as half of the street light is blinking.
In the meanwhile Kittu gets a call from one of his time pass married girl friend. Kittu is obviously on his role and Montu is staring at the sky. Two minutes later Kittu gets a call from the great Samu.
Kittu: Kahan hai beye
Samu: I am standing on the main road next to your home.
Kittu: Wahh beta, mahan item hoo. Wahin raho hum araheye hain.
Montu: Bola than na tujheye phone karleye us neta ko, abb boll wahin par raheye, hileye naah sala.
Scooty burns some more petrol again and within few seconds we were next to the main road but where is Samu. Kitu is about to call and then a guy from a near by shop appears in a blue long kurta and in jeans appear. (Love to put a background song here, “Mainn ayah terey liyeh….”)
Samu : Abbey Montu, sala tum sudhra nahi waisye ka waiseye hai, foreign jakar ayah par change nahi hua.
Montu: haan terey liyeh nahi hua darling meri.
Both hug each other and walk down keeping the scooty in a safe place. We walked to a tea stall and ordered 3 chai and moddi chop (moddi is basically puffed rice and chop could be like a veg cutlet, very local and very famous snaks of Bengalis). Round of talks started about work, life, girlfriends, marriage, parents, sex etc. The only good thing was that the air was pure and simple. We had fun on old incidents and stories.
Kittu: Abbey Samu sachh bol beye, kyunn tuneye jooth bola tha ki Sumana mera wait kar rahi hai. (Sumana was an old gf of Kitu, Kitu tried lot but the girl was never ready for an affair as she was scared of her dad and all issues.)
Montu: Haan aur kittu beta khada hai 3 ghanta tak, ki item abb ayegi ki tab ayegi. Who ayii nahi aur aj ek bacheye ki maah hai.
All of us busted on a laughter riot.
Montu: Kittu woh yaad hai Adult movie ka natak.
Samu: Haan sala adha picture mein kuchh dikhaya nahi aur interval mein society keye kuch uncle neye dekh liyaah ki hum log adult picture dekhneye ayehn hai.
By this time 2 rounds of tea were done, some more old gossip and by now it was 8:30.
Montu: Challo boss apan abb chalta hai, mami ko help karna hai kitchen mein.
Samu: Haan mein bhi, mera ajj night shift hai.
Montu: kahan item keye pass yaah duty par tera night shift.
Samu: tum sala sudhra nahi …….
Yes things remain same even you grow and frankly speaking I don’t want to change also. Big thing is I am with my family in my home and chasing my dream too. What else.
Life is Rocking Dude!!

Happiness

2009-01-26T18:50:00.004+05:30

7:52 PM

It’s a long weekend here in Singapore and the atmosphere outside from morning has been very rare. I left my bed when the sun was knocking on my windows and greeting me Good Morning Montu beta like my mother does when I am with her in our home. The streets have been silent and people were missing from the bus stops and even I couldn't find lot of people running and burning fat. Food courts were closed and so have been people closed with their near and dear ones celebrating their festive season. It's the Chinese New Year (No offence to specify that it's a Chinese New Year but people might get confused). I witnessed the calmness sitting on the bench sipping my coffee and enjoyed the silence with my death circles of smoke.

The air had been slow with low pollution and it had a vacuum in itself. A vacuum which loved being empty. Thankfully 7 & 11 store was open and I could get my noodles, chips, bread, eggs and coke. (I wished I had aloo paratha with kheema, I can get it here too but then I have to move out which I really hate to do when it’s a holiday season) Yes I have to survive on this till tomorrow night after which Singapore will be back in business. The atmosphere is same as you witness in London during the Christmas season. It's dark now and I presume it's going to rain. The sky is covered with huge dark clouds. In fact the weather of Singapore is same as my birth place, Haldia.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haldia
Haldia is a port located 300 km from Kolkata, capital of West Bengal. Yes the state of bong's, fish, art and culture and not to forget sweets. Haldia is a small place but it's the only growing industrial town (well it could have been an example to the rest of India only if the communist would have been liberal to capitalistic investments and investments). The port was created since the water level of Calcutta port (as it was called in the past a name given by the royal East India Company and thee then Capital of India) was decreasing and it was causing a major worry for harboring large ships. Haldia was created so that it can harbor big ships, mainly oil and cargo ships. IOC, HFC (closed now), CPT, Shaw Wallace, Exide, Petrochemicals, Railways all came up in Haldia. Haldia got her name from Haldi River. (I call Haldia as she as I have an immortal love for her). I grew up watching the roar and calmness of Haldi River. I use to bunk my tuition classes and sit on the banks and use to enjoy the silence . I use to love the ships and felt like swiming away in distant lands(I think I am living the dream). I loved the calmness and sweetness of the wind which use to flow and blow my various hairstyles in my teens. I celebrated my happiness and sorrow sitting on the banks of the Haldi River. Even today when I go back I make a point to visit the same place where I use to sit and walk down the same path so I can see the same Montu and reach him. Sitting here in my flat I can feel the same air blowing. The silence is there, the love is there and there is this immense calmness and peace which is soothing my heart and brain.

For me this is happiness too.

Heroes

2009-01-25T16:20:00.009+05:30

6:50 PM

Last few days various topics and issues where circulating in my mind. Some related to my country and some with my personal life but as promised to myself I won't talk about my personal life on my blog(I am yet to write about my personal mundane in my diary which I am yet to receive).

Sunday a lazy afternoon and followed by a lazy evening since the weather has been gloomy and depressing. I was increasing my quota of latest information by visiting all newspaper websites. I came across a small video clip on IBN where it shows Sachin and Bhajji visiting the NSG commandos.
http://ibnlive.in.com/videos/83638/watch-sachin-gets-emotional-remembering-2611martyrs.html
The Men in Blue also happen to meet the wife of Late Hawalder Gajendra Singh and the video is how Sachin becomes bit emotional after meeting the lady who was standing without any expression. The interesting bit was the IBN reporter who comes in the middle when some senior NSG officer is explaining Sachin and Bhajji how the mission was planned and how the NSG men fought bravely. Sachin nodded his head and the expression was like we know that we have all watched on our television sets and read in our morning newspapers. The news reporter shows her reporting skills and that she can drive the show, asks a very highly enlightening and path breaking question to the wife of late Hawalder Gajendra Singh, ”Do you want to say anything to Sachin or Bhajji or do you want to say anyhting on this moment”. Now I don't think I have lot of brain and I haven't lost any near or dear one in past but please tell me a lady who has lost her husband and who is still in state of shock, what will she comment. I think the reporter wanted to hear like this, "My husband was a big fan of Sachin and he is to love his cover drives etc......” I also don't think that it’s the fault of the lady reporter, it’s the way we are, and we love to do since we are not the victims. We salute the Heroes, describe their scarifies as really daring and unmatchable but do we really care about their sacrifices. I don't think so. We forget before their final rights are performed also such shameless are we human beings.

Don't you agree then why is there a fight or politics going on who should be in the list of awards or who shouldn't be. Senior Railways Inspector, Shashank Shinde, the man who died in capturing the slain terrorist alive is missing out of the list and he would be awarded the Kirti Chakra, which is second highest gallantry award after Ashok Chakra. We all know who this man was, he was the one who with his team diverted the terrorists from CST railway station, after which one of the terrorist was caught alive many innocent people were saved and in doing this he died a martyr’s death. I have only one question that we can't give back the families what they have lost but isn't that our duty or our elected and efficient governments duty to respect them. What example are we setting? This kind of behavior would lead more people to avoid army and services related to the nation.
http://www.mumbaimirror.com/article/2/2009012520090125021037214487f755a/Ashoka-Chakra-or-nothing

If we just go little back in the past and we can remember the 2002 Akshardham drama. The people who fought with the militants here where the same NSG people and in the operation Commando Surjan Singh Bhandari suffered 4 bullet injuries. The brave commando fought for his life for 600 days in comma and left his family behind on May 19, 2004. He was awarded a Kirti Chakra too and his family was promised a CNG gas station so that they could survive, his sacrifice would be remembered and motive younger generation to respect his passion. Alas the family applied for the petrol pump on September 15, 2005 and till day they are waiting that promise to happen. The family has lost all hopes.
http://www.mumbaimirror.com/index.aspx?page=article&sectid=2&contentid=20090113200901130348139286608bc8e

Well this is what we give to the martyrs and show our respect to their sacrifice.
We are going to celebrate our 60th Republic day tomorrow and it really makes me think that what are we celebrating for when we can't respect our brave people who keep their country first and who sacrifice their life for us so that we can survive.

Jai Hind,
PN.

The Oscar is standing right there for Bollywood.

2009-01-14T18:33:00.013+05:30

9:03 P.M.

My first Hindi movie in a theater was Disco Dancer starring the dancer Mithun Da(with that bong assent). Rest as I jumped over the years my love for movies kept on growing. All the way it was pure Bollywood and also Bengali movies. If I refresh my memory then in those golden days of Doordarshan Sunday was a Hindi movie and Saturday was a Regional movie (Bengali). When I moved to Baroda for my graduation that was the time when my watching movies increased like the score of Shewag when he is dancing on the field with his bat. Every Sunday I had a date with the new released movie. No matter whether it was raining or killer heat waves blowing to make you faint, I was there in the queue to fetch my ticket and not to forget my popcorn and not so cold cola(Bottel wala cola or Thumbs Up). I have seen a Salman movie sitting on the first row; have seen those punching movies of apna Sunny pajji and also the senseless comedy movies of Govinda and Sanju baba. (I remember watching Sajjan in Kharagpur on Deshara eve with my cousins. People threw money towards the screen whenever Madhuri Dixit danced. Yes it was the same movie when I got lost like a kid). I was young and not to say that in that age the quality of movies was in a depreciating stage. English movies was like a source of good action and but obvious the sex part not to be forgotten. When I was doing my graduation I use to live on my own not in hostel but use to sleep in the hostel. Hostel life was fun and sometimes I use to come across “Half baked” Indians. Well Half baked Indians are those who will eat food with there hands but will have an English assent which they could only decipher, will find forms for Harvard but can’t dare to sit for the CAT for IIM’s and will only talk about English movies and music. Frankly speaking even today after leaving for a while as a foreigner in two different locations, 80% of my I Pod has desi music so really never got a taste of it. (Exception is James Blunt)
Then came a movie called Matrix which changed my whole perception towards Hollywood and English movie. I read lot about the movie from newspapers, Internet still was a fantasy. When I watched Matrix for the first time it was dubbed in Hindi. I wasn’t happy at all as it had poor dubbing quality and it made the movie senseless and idiotic at times. I went again for the movie this time it was the English version though. I was so impressed and confused that I saw that movie 8/10 times. Till day whenever I see it I answer my old questions and always have some new one to be answered. Not to say it is one of my favorite movies and I have the collector’s edition pack in my home. I started expanding my interest towards Hollywood and kept on diving in it. From Baroda I moved to Pune and my taste of movies remained same but the frequency of watching movies had increased. How? Pune attracted me for my MCA and within one month I convinced my parents that to clear my masters I need a computer.(Frankly speaking even if you don't have you can clear your masters.) I broke all NFS records on it, had a big stock of music and movies. I started visiting video libraries and kept on watching more and more movies. Saturday night use to be children movie time. I use to watch all those animated and cartoon movies with the grand children of my land lord aunt. (Till day Shrek, Finding Nemo and not to forget Wall E make me forget everything other than the movie.)

Passion for downloading hit me when I landed in London and it was the time when I really started watching lot of great Hollywood movies since lot of movies never comes to India though it's not the case now.(Quantum of Solace was released in India before the US since the last bond movie, Casino Royale had a major success in India). It was also time for some change in Bollywood to other than routine rona dhona we got meaningful movies, end of senseless comedy and we witnessed witty comedy and comic timing and not to forget we saw some class action films. (Sometimes I think if a movie like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) could fetch an Oscar then why not Jani Dushman(2002). I can think of one reason here may be the Chinese people fly well or a style is involved there)

I was not born when Mother India(1957) and Salam Bombay(1988) were nominated for the Oscars in the category of Best Foreign Film but I witnessed the attention India received when Lagaan was nominated. One of the reasons was the media had developed in India, Indians can be traced in any part of the world and so was the Indian motion movies. Can someone doubt that Indians don't have any sense of art, well then who taught Kamasutra to the world? Today people know what Bollywood is and the idea is slowly changing too that Indian movies is not all about dance and music. Every year IIFA is being hosted in different parts of the world. Every International film screening has an Indian presence and Cannes is one of the very prominent examples. International directors, actors and actresses are keen to work with Bollywood. The Bond wants to work with the Indian movie fraternity and Indian actors and actresses are being roped by the Hollywood also. (There was a time also when the Hollywood took the Indians only if they had an Indian King character or a queen, thankfully that is no more).
Thus when Rehman became the first Indian to grab the Golden Globe award for the Best Score in Slumdog Millionaire, I was proud and not surprised too. The caliber and the hold Rehman has on the flavors of music, I won't be surprised if he grabs some more International acclaim and Oscar too.So the Oscar is not that far too but who cares we also have our own Oscar, The Film fare and not to forget the National Award too.

(Before I end up a small question, Will Slumdog Millionaire have Hindi sub-titles when it is released in India ? Why not Indian movies when screened in foreign they have English subtitles)

Keep Rocking,
PN.

साथिया

2009-01-13T20:43:00.009+05:30

उन उलझे जुल्फों में था एक चेहरा
वो चेहरा, जो था अनजाना सा
सिमटा हुआ उन लहराह्ते हुए जुल्फों में

उन चहकते हुए पलकों के
पीछे थी एक शरारत,
वो छोड़ गई अपनी परछाई, मेरे दिल के आइने पर

उन दब्बी दब्बी से लब्जों में था एक धीमापन
धीमापन, जो काले गरजते हुए बादलों को बरसने से रोक ले

उन धडकनों में अभी मेरी आवाज़ मस्ती में गूंज नही रहे हैं
वो पल्कयें मेरे आने के इंतज़ार में बेचैन नही हैं
उन दब्बी दब्बी लब्जों मेरी रंगत की कमी है....

कमी हे तेरे एहसास की इस दिल में
साथिया,साथिया, साथिया, साथिया अब तू ना जा,
मेने ढूंडा है तुझे सारा जहाँ..................................साथिया |

आरज़ू

2009-01-10T13:03:00.011+05:30

सपने टूटने का डर नही है मुझे
फिर से एक नया सपना देखने
की आरजू से डरता है मन

नाकामयाबी से डर नही है मुझे
कामयाबी के मंज़र को फिर से
देखने की आरजू से डरता हैं मन

मरने का डर नही है मुझे
फिर से जीने की आरजू से डरता है मन

कमज़ोर नही है मन
मगर अकेले चलने की आरजू नही है.

My Heroine

2009-01-06T07:09:00.009+05:30

9:41 P.M.

Hard work is the ladder for Success (I am not talking about fate and luck here).
Successful people create new milestones and they in turn become benchmarks for some who also want to grow and relinquish the taste of success. Sometimes we call them role models too; some even call them their Heroes. Recently someone asked me do you have any Heroes in life and have they ever let you down. In fraction of a second I knew the answer and I said yes it's a Heroine, "Mumma Jaan Humari or I love to call her Amma". When I was in my teens I use to love stories of Bhagat Singh, Netaji, Alexander but as I grew and could rationalize what is black and white. I admired my mother more and more. Now how can a mother let her son down ever, instead she has given life for her family.

My Heroine: Humari Amma
I don't think today is Mother's Day but yes she has been a true leader in our family. Saying that it doesn’t mean that my father or "nana" took a back seat. He was the kind of support which Dravid/Laxman provides to the Indian batting line (I am not considering Dravid's lean phase, the Wall has no cracks). On the other hand mom was the "Dada" of our family. Aggressive, never say die attitude, speaking flat on the mouth and caring too. If I look into my soul and try analyzing my character then I think all these trait's I have got from my mother except the texture of my father(One more trait of spending like a millionaire i carry from my Grandfather, he had the aura of British Raj). The question is why I consider her as a role model. When I opened my eyes I found myself in a small middle class family. My parents had two sons and they had one motive through their life that their sons should have the best education. My Dad works for the world’s largest public sector company, Indian Railways and the amount that is paid for his service you can only dream of surviving. When people get retired from Railways they get a lump sum money and I once asked my dad that now these people might become rich at least in their old age, dad replied yes for 1 day after that they all money goes paying their dues that they have incurred all there life. Thankfully my parents were quite sensible and to see their dream come true they started a small business. It started with small steel vessels of an investment of Rs 2000. I started growing up and so did our business. I and my brother were given the best of things when my mom and dad gave their blood, life and heart to our business. From vessels it ended with women garments and the business really grew well. I went for my Masters, my brother went for his MBA and we are doing well in life. One of her son is married, well settled and having fun in his life. More or less their dream is complete. She is also a constant source of motivation In return what my mom got is a gift to her health. She will survive with that pain throughout her life now. Never had a makeup kit ever and I did ask her why not. The reply was instant if I spend money on these things how would you grow in life. I have learned one thing from her, if you want you can do. She did when she didn’t have proper education. She always wanted to study and grow but she was never allowed to do. She told me that she fulfilled her desire of growing with her business.

Life for her has moved on, she has stopped her business now but she still survives with the same attitude. She has started a new adventure and I just say can't you relax. She says back, I am still young and active to do things. Out of my 2 Goals is life, one is taking care of her and she knows that very well.
Simply that's why she tells me "Mera Hira Beta"

Pure Like

2009-01-05T21:45:00.004+05:30

12:18 P.M.

pure like the white board
pure like those tears from those age-old eyes of a mother..
i am clean and ready to be sprinkled with colors
i am waiting for something new, something bold with flavors of honey
where i don't rush too hard or chase,
chase to find colorful colors
chase for glittering lights
even white is pure and genuine
even the light of candle is bright enough to enlighten my world.

Bada Din.

2009-01-03T21:24:00.012+05:30

11:54 P.M.

3rd January, 2009 needs to go down history lines for Mr. Prasant Naidu. It's a big day and I believe I had been waiting for this day since I started earning. Well you all might be wondering what is it ?. Yes for the first time in my life I have actually done like all Indians who are settled in abroad or working in abroad. I have sent money to my home or to my parents. Isn't that a big day f0r me. So was I being paid like beggars that I couldn't save money. Nopes I was paid good but to understand that let's roll back in the past.

Rollback, Year 2004.I started working in the year 2004 and after 10 months I was on-site. The word on-site is a very common word in the software industry but I guess it won't be that common after the crumbling world economy. The whole logic behind this on-site is beneficial from an employer perspective and employee too. Normally the word on-site normally evolves when ever a new project comes into picture(mainly support as the west still wants to handle the business and love the waste to be provided to east. Simple cost cutting and more labor). Once the project is assigned to a team, the managers would negotiate that we need couple of guys to go there and understand how it works. Once they have convinced their business users, politics starts in offshore, who should be the lucky chap to be sent to foreign shores. In books one should sent someone who has good communication, responsible and smart with brains(I could only communicate). It happens the other way the management would sent someone who has been shouting for on-site or who is not happy with the salary or some other thing. The management will then get a list of such guys and pick who is bit senior. Now you must be thinking what role does seniority plays here (not the same way as it works in government organizations). Yes it plays a trump card for the employee, what if he quits the mangers rating gets screwed as he couldn't retain staff for his company. So in short on-site is a carrot from the company and if used properly by the employees act as a stick too.(My experience says that if you have an on-site then please don't fight for a pay hike as it won't happen even if you work really hard in on-site since you are getting foreign currency dude).So the background of on-site is over.

Lets continue with my journey. To be true I didn't fight for on-site, I fought for work and not just support(I did support for 10 months or the night watch man job in the software industry). My lady luck was with me and the manager who was taking care of me was new in the firm so he was on a run to find new projects. To my astonishment I was moved to a new project and not a support project, project from scratch. Anyway we were not involved into any business discussions but as time moved on I made sure that they had a chair for me in some meetings. I landed on the British soil like an Indian, excited and with bollywood dreams but all cracked in a week only. No goris and no items............and I noticed the same excitement and that smile on every Indian who came to on-site. I stayed with HSBC till 2007 and then moved to BlackRock in London(my drive to move ahead in life forced me to move change companies and change countries too). I was with BlackRock as a UK employee till the month of April, 2008. I left London in the month of June and landed again in Singapore in the month of July, 2008. My GMAT problem solving is not rocking but my simple maths tells that I have been earning pounds and dollars from 2005 till day. So that makes 5 years and today for the first time I have sent money to India, to my home. Isn't that a great achievement.

Why I didn't do before, never felt like doing it. Each and every Indian who goes to on-site, eats curd-rice and parties in the flat. Exception Mr.Naidu. When I went to London for 3 weeks I came back with a credit balance on my credit card of 300 pounds. The foreign exchange guy was staring at me. When I again moved back to London with HSBC for 2 years I never saved any pound nor my parents asked me. People saved money, built flats, bought cars, got married and raised kids when Mr Naidu was having dinner in every gala restaurant, drinking beer, partying in the best clubs of London and chilling with life.When Blackrock happened then also i never saved a single pound and spent like as if I belonged from the family of the Queen.

Why suddenly now. No God didn't advice me nor my parents need monetary support. I have done it since I think I know the value of money(after 30 years, not that late too but not that quick also) and the reason behind why people save money. People learn when they make mistakes and I learn when I make them 'n' number of times(ahann the +ve point is still Mr. Naidu learns).
That's it so that's the big reason why this day should go in the history lanes of Mr. Naidu. Hopefully I will do henceforth every month and save money too for my obsession too.

Money is not a big thing but if you don't have not even your dog's of your lane would recognize you.
Keep Rocking and Allah Hafiz,
PN.

Rational Thoughts-0.2

2009-01-02T20:18:00.009+05:30

10:49 P.M.

The start is always bit difficult for me. Well it's not difficult but I take time to write on the first one, rest all flows like the chili sauce from the tap in MacDonald. You need to press it and job done(Yes you guessed it right I had my dinner in MacDonald, nothing impressive about their new beef burger)

0.2, since I consider myself a small geek so I love the version thing. I love Nokia's various versions for it's model though they really don't make a big sense to me. Okay that could be a new thing to search and find what is the logic behind the weird version numbers or model numbers. For me this blog is a carry on of my first blog. My first blog Rational Thought's has died today and I am the killer. I wanted to move on from my past so a new beginning. New beginning for my thought's so that they smell fresh. I wanted to delete it but then have loads of good and bad memories so have locked it. I won't write any more articles on that blog. Timing was also write. New Year eve and it's freshness made the launch really great.

Rest the blog has a new look but the matter would be the same only difference is that it will keep a track of my rest of 30 years on Earth(I think I would survive only 30 years more). Thinking for a name was tough for me. Odd and Even Thoughts, Oceanic Waves and couple more but ended up with the same name but version 0.2 since it's a continuity but in a new way. Anyway I enjoyed creating it's look(thinking more on that area). Feels like I have a re-birth.

As Always Keep Rocking,
PN.