Girls and Questions????

P called me around 6:30 pm yesterday and her first words were....

P: Main pak gayi hoon koi joke bol (I am bored tell me some joke)
Me: What?
P: I am really bored and don't know what to do I need to laugh.
Me: What?
P: Chal yaar tell me one joke.
Me: Ok here it goes (and i end up telling her a joke which i read it in the morning)
P: Hehehe...hehehe...thanks...
Me: When i shall leave i will call you lets meet...you are in trouble girl.
P: Ok.

Reached home and met her...discussing stuffs about her and me and things going on in our life and what we think of certain situations, generalizing people and things about girls and guys and all bull shit but fun. Time was just running fast...talking about our loveless life and then she says that I never used to talk to you that much in school. I just smiled.

Dropped her in the building and then she was telling her stories of work travel to Europe and friends. She started talking about guys and about how they visited strip clubs in Europe to enjoy, she did not like as they were married. The conversation again started like this

P: What fun do you get by visiting stripper clubs?
Me: Well not yet visited one but i guess seeing naked white girls is one of the biggest obsessions of Indian guys.
P: But still, the guys are married and they go to such places...it is cheating.
Me: Yes..but....*rolling my eyes*
P: What fun you get? Don't you feel bad?
Me: ( the words in my mind and come up with the cheapest answer i could think of) If you are not forcing the girl it is ok...you pay the money and she performs at her wish.
P: This is wrong...
Me: yes but if the girl does not mind then why should the guys.
P: What fun you get...
Me: I cannot answer it....
P: mmm...
Me: Chal bye...we need to sit with a beer and discuss about it.

I ride back to my place and thinking about the conversation...heck it was fun....

Rains!!!

It was Friday when it started raining in the morning and we thought finally rain god has listened to us and poured its heart out. Everyone happy and singing as greenery set in.

Now Monday, 4th Day of unstoppable rain and good to see that no news of people getting stuck in the rain or floods in Mumbai (or news channel are all in Gujarat). Today left for office as on usual time but took a rickshaw to Goregaon station instead of regular route to Andheri. Got a fast train and got down at Bandra was feeling nice as i got a connecting train to CST.

Got onto a Panvel Train in Wadala Road and after few minutes we listen to a message that the train is canceled due to some technical problem (as A always says even if a dog pees on harbour line trains will stop). Got down went back to Bandra and thought going to office by bus (see my dedication) but when i saw the bus stop which was full and almost more than 100 people waiting for the same bus. My Dedication dwindled and left for home now sitting here and waiting for the rains to slow down so that i could do some work which was pending.

Keep falling my love...

Singing Lions

The singing lions in African Safari...well made

Enjoy this video...

Who's Gonna Save my Soul Now

This girl is about to break up with his boyfriend and during the conversation the guy pokes a knife around his heart and see the video to understand the full story

Lyrics of the Song:

[Cee-Lo]
I got some bad news this morning
Which in turn made my day
When this someone spoke I listened
All of a sudden, has less and less to say
Ohhhhhh how could this be?
All this time, I've lived vicariously
Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
How will my story ever be tollllld now?
How will my story be tollllld now?

Made me feel like somebody
Hmmm, like somebody else
Although he was imitated often
It felt like I was bein myself
Is it a shame that someone else's song
Was totally and completely dependant on
Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
I wonder if I'll live to grow old now
Gettin high cause I feel so lowwwww down

And maybe it's a little selfish
All I have is the memory
Yet I never stopped to wonder-ahhhhh
Was it possible you were hurtin worse than me
Still my hunger turns to greeeeed
Cause what about what I neeeeeed?!
And OHHHH~! Who's gonna save my soul now?
Who's gonna save my soul now?
Ohhhh I know I'm out of control now
Oooh-oooh, tired enough to lay my own soul down

Dancing Walrus

This is one of my favorite videos from youtube...

Let me present you Wally The Walrus with its partner in Smooth Criminal.

Enjoy the video.

Fond Of Food

Well started another blog which is close to my heart....fondoffood.blogspot.com

In this blog i shall be writing about places to eat in mumbai and at times about my mum's food which she never gets bored to make specially for me...

So check it out and give me your feedback

MORE NUCLEAR POWER

The deal will lead to the more efficient import of nuclear technology and equipment which will ultimately translate into higher nuclear power generation.

In fact, the Lok Sabha was informed recently by the Government that construction work was already in progress on eight reactors with plans being drawn up to build more such reactors under international safeguards. The eight reactors being built would, after completion, lead to an increase in nuclear power generation from the current 3360 MW to 7280 MW.

"No Confidence Motion" just concluded with NDA losing out to UPA by 275 - 256 and 10 abstention's from the overall voting.

So this means the deal will go through and India will get more power (electricity) which it shall give it to more villages at a cheaper cost.

But more interesting things that happened today in the Parliament were 3 BJP candidates coming on the floor with bundles of thousand rupees notes in a bag and displaying in front of Indian public that they were bribed and they have proof. One BJP candidate who already has a chargesheet against him for taking a bribe on Dec 2005 regarding land case. So the channel CNN-IBN (told by Mr. Ravi Shankar, BJP Spokesperson) took the sting operation and displayed it to the speaker of the Parliament.

My point on these:
* If you were going to get bribed call the police and shoot the whole damn thing. When you get the money tell the police to catch the one who gives the bribe (as it is also a crime).
* BJP were already with the deal when Mr. Vajpayee was the PM but as they wanted to topple the govt they became against it. I say they should have joined the congress and no ugly faces would have being seen.

So all in all a good deal for India and Indian public if the politicians don't screw it up.

Jai Hind!!!

Kung Fu style Career Advice

Just saw this movie and the concepts which Rashmi has come up with is really awesome, Rashmi Bansal is Editor of JAM (Just Another Magazine) which is a youth magazine...really good insight on the movie....

via Youth Curry - Insight on Indian Youth by (Rashmi Bansal) on 7/14/08

If a giant panda can become a mighty kung-fu warrior - so could you. Not kung-fu, but whatever. Ballet dancer, arctic explorer or investment banker.

I can already hear you say,"Hey, that happens only in the movies."

Well, yes and no. Here are some definite takeaways from Kung fu Panda, for all those of you struggling with questions of what, where and how to steer your career.

Lesson # 1: If you want something badly enough, you get it somehow.

Po the panda wanted to be a kung-fu warrior really really badly. He followed every kung fu teacher, every battle, every hero there ever was. The chap was a walking Kung Fu Encyclopedia!

And of course, he dreamt about kung fu too.

Ask yourself - do you care something in your life that strongly? If you do - it will be yours one day.

Lesson # 2: It could take a while but you'll get there.

So if you believe Lesson # 1 the question is 'how'? Now sometimes you may get there the straight and easy way. The way to be a kung fu warrior is to train under a great Master, right?

Well, Po got the job another way. He bumbled and tumbled up the mountain and finally literally 'dropped in from the sky'. Master Oogway then pronounced:"He is the one, the great Dragon Warrior". To everybody's surprise!

In real life there aren't enough Oogways who can see a diamond in the coal; a kung fu champion in a blubbering mass of fat.

But how many of you have struggled like the panda to even get to that mountain top where there may be a Master waiting for you?

Lesson # 3: 'A peach tree will blossom into a peach tree. It can't become an apple tree...' - Master Oogway

Why many of us come to grief is we don't know 'who we are'. Are we a peach tree, or a jasmine tree or a cactus? Every one of those is beautiful and useful in its own way. No one is 'superior' to the other.

Yet in life many of us believe that we must all be peach trees. ie MBAs and engineers. The aroma of the jasmine is lost to the world and all we have is peach, peach and more peach (fruity burp!).

Lesson # 4: 'There are no accidents in life...' - Master Shifu

Yup, the fact that you did not make it to IIT or IIM or with that cute chick on the second floor. This was the way it was meant to be.

Think about Steve Jobs being forced to exit his own company in 1985. He went through hell but was forced to think of new ideas, new directions. It led to the creation of Pixar and a whole new kind of animation.

And ultimately, he went back to Apple with iTunes and iPod.

Could he have done all this had he never left Apple? I don't know. But I think greatness is born more out of adversity than in nice hot bathtubs.

Woh Archimedes wala funda bhi theek hai but you can't run naked in the streets anymore. By the time you dress up and get out into the world, you find josh chala gaya.

Lesson # 5: There is no secret ingredient in the secret ingredient soup.

And this is especially relevant at a time when we are all on the quest for the Holy Grail. We believe that joining the right college, the right course or the right company is the secret ingredient which will spice up our soup - our careers, our lives.

The truth is, it's all about what you believe. The moment you join an IIT or an IIM you start believing,"Hey I am really really good". You get the confidence to take on the world, the chutzpah to say,"The world is my oyster".

Clearing these super tough exams is like running a lawnmower through your own mental garden. It crushes the weeds of self doubt and self pity which we've allowed to grow.

Exam or no exam, you can choose to yank out those weeds. Then look the guys who think they know better in the eye and declare,"My soup is as kick-ass as yours."

Lastly, words of wisdom from Master Oogway which apply not just to careers, but any and every walk of life: 'Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery... today is a gift'.

Have you at least undone the wrapping paper of this brand new, beautiful moment? Right here, right now, today??

Forest in the Concrete Jungle

Last weekend ie 6th July went for forest cleanup (not that kind of clean up)...it was a cleanup organised by WWF. Kids of age 7 to uncle and aunties of age 50+ were there.

All we had to do was clean up the non-biodegradable things which people throw around during their trip to BNP (Borivili National Park) , we found plastic mugs, bottles, manikchand and one guy even left his shorts in the jungle. There was Mr Sushil Shinde who gave us details about the forest and things in it. His one sentence which struck my mind was

"One person needs atleast 3 trees to breath for his whole lifetime"

But at the rate deforestation is happening I think one day people will have go around with oxygen cylinder on their back and roam around as the builders are not leaving out the jungle.

BNP is called as evergreen forest due to various reasons which NIC members gave to me like the hangers or hanging branches are a good indication and pollution level is almost zero which we come to by Lychins growing on the tree.

I am planning to start a clean up drive one weekend every month in BNP so that people will understand that it is not good to throw things in the forest and it will help them.

Drinking!!!

"What fun do you get by drinking?"

I just shrug my shoulder and looking around "I don't know but it is just fun"

"what kind of fun?" pat comes another question.

"mmmm..." still looking around to find the answers in open spaces to find the proper words "well i don't know what kind of fun but it is still fun"

The questions came from N who does not like me drinking or in other sense anyone drinking on this planet earth....go out for dinner in a non-veg restaurant and where drinks are served i have to just sip on Lassi or Sweet lime Soda just so that she does not make faces. G his boyfriend also is a pure veg and a non drinker (i hope)......eat a lot.

So back again to the fun of drinking...as said before it is just fun to get intoxicated and get high in a good way where one can blabber anything and laugh away. That is what we do every Friday night after a hardly working week end up in a bar with 6 friends and order vodkas and whiskeys and top it off with some fish tandoori....talking about serious matters (which actually does not matter us), sports, music, movies and making fun of each other.

Seeing the person drunk (one who does not know what he is doing) is so much fun...just stand at one corner and look at him doing weird stuff which he would not do when sober...and laughing away later...talking about what we saw. I our office party one guy became sentimental all of a sudden and kind off started to dis (disrespect) one senior...which he would not remember Monday morning...people sleeping on the floor and throwing abuses to each other.

I had to post this coz it is being time when i had posted anything original for a very long time......

DANCE!!!

Got this link on a forum and i am so glad i checked it out....you should not miss it...

This guy has being traveling around the world and being doing this...

Enjoy

The lyrics which is translated in English...

Stream of Life
by Rabindranath Tagore

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

A GREAT MAN INDEED....

If you have to die, do so around Delhi or Mumbai

The passing away of the only Indian to be appointed Field Marshal when in active service has been remarkable for the warmth of the ordinary men and women, who queued up to pay their last respects to the gentleman-soldier (you do not see people like him nowadays, not even in our Armed Forces) who put his life on the line for them.

It has also been remarkable for the complete lack of grace and gratitude, civility and courtesy, decency and decorum on the part of the bold-faced names rapaciously grazing the lawns of power in Delhi and elsewhere, for the brain behind India's only decisive military victory.

Sam, the Bahadur, had been unwell for a while now. From about 1000 hours on June 26, reports of his being critically ill had appeared in the media. Yet, when the "expected tocsin" sounded at 0030 hours till the guns were fired in salute around 1500 hours on June 27, "civil society" chose to show its incivility.

• Pratibha Patil , the unworthy commander-in- chief of the armed forces with all the time in the world- probably she did not get her trip cleared by Sonia, her "Italian' boss: Absent

• Hamid Ansari: Vice-president releasing books and writing reviews of books by fellow-travellers: Absent

• Manmohan Singh , the prime minister who could do with a bit of the field marshal's charisma and heroism: Absent

• Sonia Gandhi : the Italian daughter-in- law of the woman the Field Marshal called "sweetie": Absent

• L K Advani: prime minister in waiting of the party which would like to do to Pakistan what Manekshaw did: Absent

• M Karunanidhi and Surjit Singh Barnala: Chief minister and Governor of the state which Manekshaw had made his home for 35 years (They were too busy scratching each other's back): Absent

Politicians may have their reasons. They always do. Maybe, there are issues like protocol. Maybe, this is one way in which 'civil India' shows the armed forces its place. Maybe, this is why we are not as militaristic as Pakistan. Maybe, the knees are just too old to climb the hills.

But what about the armed forces itself?

• A K Antony: the former failed Chief Minister of Kerala often derisively called Resignation Antony for his inclination to throw in his papers are the slightest provocation and now the non-functioning Defence Minister 'now behaving like the chairman of the confederation of the armed forces' trade unions: absent '

• The chief of army staff: absent (away in Russia )

• The chief of navy staff- absent

• The chief of air staff- absent

The fact that the defence minister was represented by his deputy Pallam Raju, the fact that the navy and air staff sent two-star general rank officers, shows that however high or mighty, however rich or powerful, civilian or military, if you should die as you must, you should do so somewhere in the vicinity of New Delhi -- or Bombay.

Or else, they must have some use for you even if you are dead. Imagine Sonia kicks the bucket tomorrow and every Johnny in the Congress Party would rush to show his or her head for Rahul and his sister Priyanka to note. No other party has deteriorated in its standards like the Congress under the corrupt daughter of a former Mafia chieftain in Italy. But then a shameless party needs to depend on her for its own reasons.

As Field Marshal Manekshaw rightly surmised once: "I wonder whether those of our political masters who have been put in charge of the defence of the country can distinguish a mortar from a motor; a gun from a howitzer; a guerrilla from a gorilla -- although a great many of them in the past have resembled the latter."

The contrast couldn't be starker

• When Amitabh Bachchan was ill after being socked in the stomach during the shooting of Coolie, Indira Gandhi flew down to Bombay to show her concern.

• When Dhirubhai Ambani died, L K Advani cut short his Gujarat tour to pay his respects to an 'embodiment of initiative, enterprise and determination'. The man was the creation of the most manipulative and corrupts Babu-License Raj system spawned by a generation of Nehru-ites. Today, his two sons can 'afford' to go legitimate.

• When Pramod Mahajan was shot dead by his brother, Vice President Bhairon Singh Shekawat had the time to attend the funeral.

Our VIPs and VVIPs have time for dead and dying celebrities, charlatans, fixers, brokers, pimps, etc. Not for a Field Marshal and the only one in this country?

In his biography, K M Cariappa, the only other field marshal India has had (and who too died at age 94), writes of his father's cremation in May 1993:

"Honoring him in death as they did in life were Field Marshal Manekshaw, the three service chiefs all of whom belonged to the same course and at whose passing out parade from the joint services wing father had presided, the gracious chief minister M Veerappa Moily and C K Jaffer Sharief, Minister for Railways representing the President as the supreme commanded of the armed forces."

Somebody should have told the geniuses in Delhi that Sam, the Bahadur, passed away in Wellington, Ooty, not Wellington, New Zealand. The nearest civil airport is Coimbatore, just 80 km away. Perhaps the clowns in Delhi would have rushed if they received confirmation that the Field Marshal passed away in Wellington, New Zealand. Nothing excites them as being free-booters!


If this is how we say goodbye to Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw, no wonder why today's politics and politicians are not able to successfully tap into the angst of an entire generation? Probably that is the reason why the best and the brightest are today well settled in the US and Canada where I have run into a large number of them at every academic institution I visited. What a terrible loss for our country that could ill-afford to lose them?

YOU DON’T HAVE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THE HARD WAY

Again from Auntlaya Blogspot here i post something which she has written so beautifully....

It is about Suicide which i keep hearing about in Mumbai and other cities of India...I feel sad for those who love the deceased one but could not help them.

Only thing they would say is "Only if he/she would have told us about it".

Read the text below and it would be helpful for us those who would love to help others.

“Suicide victims are not trying to end their life . . .
they are trying to end their pain!!”
—Yellow Ribbon Suicide Prevention Program®

One life lost to suicide is a loss too deep for words. For some people, the
pain they feel is so deep and so wide it appears to be unconquerable.
If you are considering suicide, please let my words be close to your
heart right now as I say to you: Dear one, do not despair, you are not alone.
There is a way out of your pain. You are only one person in the world, but
you mean the world to those who love you. Even if you are not in a place
right now to know that, it is true.

“The higher something is, the lower it falls. So too, the loftiest revelations
are to be found in the lowest places. Therefore, if you find yourself in a
place seemingly devoid of anything spiritual—don’t despair.
The lower you are, the higher you can reach.”
—Menachem Schneerson

The dark place you feel is exactly the place for you to search for the spark of light within you. Your pain is the beacon to show you where to direct

SUICIDE

YOU DON’T HAVE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THE HARD WAY your healing. The way to heal is to apply your love like a salve to the place inside that hurts. ASK FOR HELP. It’s okay to ask for help. There are people who have survived what you are going through. They are looking to find and help you!

Know that you may not find the right connection on your first try. Keep trying. Some people can’t understand where you’re coming from. They are afraid or maybe they are just not able to help. Ask and ask until you find the right help.

Know that there are people who care!
Know that the pain will lessen.
Know that healing happens.

SOMEONE WHO CARES

Even if you can’t find someone who can understand your pain, you will for sure find someone who CARES.

There are people who have devoted hours of their lives to convince you to hang on, reach out, and get the help you need to make it through to the other side of the pain.

There is a way to break through the pain and get to the other side to see the meaning and purposefulness and value of you. In a seminar a man held up a hundred dollar bill. “Who wants this?” he asked. All hands shot up in the air. He crumpled it up. “Now who wants this?” he asked again. Again, all the participants held up their hands. Next, he threw it on the ground, spit on it and stomped on it. “And now?” he asked. Still, all hands went up.

He went on to tell the participants that they are like that hundred dollars. No matter how crumpled and trampled that bill became, it held its value. No matter how down or dark you feel, and even if you don’t get it now, you are valuable.

Some people reading this chapter have lost someone they love to suicide. If you are grieving the loss of a loved one to suicide: It is okay and important for you to reach out and ask for help as you grieve. There are ways for you to heal and ways for you to make a difference. There are whole books written for people like you who have survived such a tragic loss. Reach out. Heal yourself, touch another and in so doing you might help another to heal.

“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just
show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.
You wait and watch and work: You don’t give up.”
—Anne Lamott, writer

News Channel at its best

At 8 pm INDIA TV (I dont know who they belong to) channel airs this.

It is about a Tiger loving a Tigress who is 3 years elder to him and lo and behold there is a twist in the tale...they also say that there is another Tiger who loves that Tigress...

I mean News Channel should just shag on themselves....atleast leave the tigers alone so that they can fuck in peace.