Off late, I'd been too worried about my assets. I was running head to toe to cover all that i have. In a matter of time, i found that apart from insurance, i needed some clothes too. Good one for a PJ, i should say.
The world of 'J's have something great to insure. Yea, i was referring to the asset that they posses. Jennifer and John have something in common. They're planning to cover insurance for their booty!!! Wow, has anyone else thought about this insurance, not a common man for sure. No wonder, why does common people always remain common.
With the customized insurance plans for BUTT (Salman Butt of PCB is just amused as he is thinking insurance for the single digits on the scoreboard)., many top executives of MNCs have started investigating and researching upon what would be covered under BUTT Insurance. What possibly could go wrong ? and if at all anything at all went wrong, how is it to be made up ? Some found a potential money minting thing with John's pechvada whereas some ladies have already been taking course to be an Investigating Officer to Claims settling officers, ALL WITH A HOPE....!!
Now, All this was a great affair between offices. If nothing goes wrong with his butt and if it were to stop growing or show ageing signs, It wasn't of the company's concern and would have a good amount under their kitty for nothing bad. Yaar.., I never thought of such prospective business plan. No wonder, i am still nothing in the world of marketing... sob sob sob....
If alls not well, There was someone else who had been shown the door to all the Insurance companies that he visits. Yes, Mr. Suresh Kalmadi was given (kaal-addi, which means kicks in mal) and have been shown the door to all the insurance companies that he visits. Due to the networking factor, many companies even had his thumb impression sent across their different branches and have been asked, not to even entertain him in their premises.
Finally, some ABC Insurance, Who weren't been paying salaries to their employees from the past 6 months decided to give it a go. That is, they still feel that CWG would be a great success and they wont have to spend a pie on his insurance. For a change, someone asked Kalmadi, how much would he liked to be insured for ?? Wow, it was a whopping Rs. 550 Crores (Excuse me for the new rupee symbol). Thats not it.... I heard Shiela Dixit has signed an endorsement contract with the same company for the same insured amount. For sure, someone is to benefit out of it.
Now, god knows whats coming up next ? People wants to insure all their assets...., Heard that the pope has brought a new hat..... Any takers for it ???
Whether....
Ever heard Shadows ?? The song Bachelor Boy!! I still remember having learnt in my boarding school days. It was a little reminder to that as i've been increasing on the age side..
Not far behind were those days, I used to check the daily weather on www.weather.com. Being in a sub-continental environment now, I never have to keep a check on weather. We almost know how its going to be. There would not have been any drastic changes anyways. However, off from weather, its Whether now.
On the lighter side, its much about weighing your capacity and capability with some stranger and giving a fair reply to yourself, Whether.... Have really not got much options, So its either YES or NO. Being in the darker gender category, I wasn't supposed to doing an emosanal atya4 to myself. This sex was supposed to be stronger mentally and physically. Thats what you are accessed upon too.
The ones who says, Mard ko dard nahi hota... Think over., Did you see A. Gyaan cry after Ghana losing to Uruguay ? Am sure he wont be crying for publicity, Esp.. When you missed a penalty at the final minutes of extra time. Also, am not reminding which other mard to ask, if there is a real dard that he had.. ;)
A little did my friend know, and he was confused about whats wrong with these guys who shows their three fingers, The Little finger, the pointer finger and the thumb. He was much more a cricket follower than the rock man. He very wagely remembers Greg Chappel showing some gestures to the Indian media after a little spat with dada. For a photograph, where all of them showed the 3 fingers, he just managed one and that too the biggest one. Probably, that was his attitude towards life.
Enough is enough.... Keep visiting this space for more..!!
Luv,
Dhinu!!
Not far behind were those days, I used to check the daily weather on www.weather.com. Being in a sub-continental environment now, I never have to keep a check on weather. We almost know how its going to be. There would not have been any drastic changes anyways. However, off from weather, its Whether now.
On the lighter side, its much about weighing your capacity and capability with some stranger and giving a fair reply to yourself, Whether.... Have really not got much options, So its either YES or NO. Being in the darker gender category, I wasn't supposed to doing an emosanal atya4 to myself. This sex was supposed to be stronger mentally and physically. Thats what you are accessed upon too.
The ones who says, Mard ko dard nahi hota... Think over., Did you see A. Gyaan cry after Ghana losing to Uruguay ? Am sure he wont be crying for publicity, Esp.. When you missed a penalty at the final minutes of extra time. Also, am not reminding which other mard to ask, if there is a real dard that he had.. ;)
A little did my friend know, and he was confused about whats wrong with these guys who shows their three fingers, The Little finger, the pointer finger and the thumb. He was much more a cricket follower than the rock man. He very wagely remembers Greg Chappel showing some gestures to the Indian media after a little spat with dada. For a photograph, where all of them showed the 3 fingers, he just managed one and that too the biggest one. Probably, that was his attitude towards life.
Enough is enough.... Keep visiting this space for more..!!
Luv,
Dhinu!!
Foot - ket..!
I was here..., But just lost track!! As the title reads, if its on my mind, its in here..!! But what happens when your mind is totally empty, You just dont have enough reason to reach this space. Thats just not it. The fights between the Europe and South/Latin America had hit India too.., But it was a silent killer, only killing sleep of the youngsters and Peace of the elders.
Between all these, the city discovered many more new would be football commentators, some expert opinion came by, the controversy of using technology in football which was widely agreed by British and fairly opposed by the Germans. Some expert opinion came by the streets of BTM Layout asking Rooney to "Shoot 1st Time" and Lampard to "Pfhaas" the ball.
Fairly, Paul was the winner always. In short, he overheard some of them going to go off clothes incase their teams won. He was doing his bit to the humanity. A well deserved victory to the stingy Spain whose win was a Pain to the Holes (Holland). Thanks to holland for the kick boxing on the field and also to the refree who had his share of exercises and also creating history for the most number of cards awarded.
The reporter hasn't lost the hangover of football as he has joined many mailing groups on social networking sites like the FB and Orkut. He changed loyality in between the WC from the whites and blue to the Oranje. He was awaken by a legend as he made way out of cricket! Yes, Murali retired today with 800 victims in his kitty. Hope he would still continue playing, if not on the cricket pitches, atleast at the mumbai pitches.. ;)
He was also awakened by the little known fact to all of us that, our neighbours pak's envy and our pride. The Kasab guy, headley and all together doing a post mortem of the 26/11 attack, while few mumbaikar have lost hopes that these culprits would ever be punished.
Back to happenings in personal life... The football fever has left behind the routine of 2am sleep and 9 am alarm followed by snoozes for the next half an hour. As the snoozes are over, a rush to the office to continue where one began at 2 am and hoping for the 9am snooze all over again. While the rain gods have been stingy to Bangalore, he's been more than kind to mumbaikars once again. Hope he cries a bit at Bangalore too.
I'll for sure read the news papers and minds of few and get back to my observing best to dribble something here.. Oops.., did i just write dribble ?? i meant scribble..
Lost Of Luv,
Dhinu!!
Between all these, the city discovered many more new would be football commentators, some expert opinion came by, the controversy of using technology in football which was widely agreed by British and fairly opposed by the Germans. Some expert opinion came by the streets of BTM Layout asking Rooney to "Shoot 1st Time" and Lampard to "Pfhaas" the ball.
Fairly, Paul was the winner always. In short, he overheard some of them going to go off clothes incase their teams won. He was doing his bit to the humanity. A well deserved victory to the stingy Spain whose win was a Pain to the Holes (Holland). Thanks to holland for the kick boxing on the field and also to the refree who had his share of exercises and also creating history for the most number of cards awarded.
The reporter hasn't lost the hangover of football as he has joined many mailing groups on social networking sites like the FB and Orkut. He changed loyality in between the WC from the whites and blue to the Oranje. He was awaken by a legend as he made way out of cricket! Yes, Murali retired today with 800 victims in his kitty. Hope he would still continue playing, if not on the cricket pitches, atleast at the mumbai pitches.. ;)
He was also awakened by the little known fact to all of us that, our neighbours pak's envy and our pride. The Kasab guy, headley and all together doing a post mortem of the 26/11 attack, while few mumbaikar have lost hopes that these culprits would ever be punished.
Back to happenings in personal life... The football fever has left behind the routine of 2am sleep and 9 am alarm followed by snoozes for the next half an hour. As the snoozes are over, a rush to the office to continue where one began at 2 am and hoping for the 9am snooze all over again. While the rain gods have been stingy to Bangalore, he's been more than kind to mumbaikars once again. Hope he cries a bit at Bangalore too.
I'll for sure read the news papers and minds of few and get back to my observing best to dribble something here.. Oops.., did i just write dribble ?? i meant scribble..
Lost Of Luv,
Dhinu!!
First before the next.... Part I
There is always a first one, before the next one. And so it was the last thursday, 1 Apr 2010. I was chatting with a friend of mine and told him, "post may 2, I would be quitting boozing..." He was so entertained by my words and replies back.. "What a resolution to take on an Apr 1st.". I wasn't stunned by his reply, but for sure was giving more way to my stupidity.
Come 12pm, My roomie Mr. BagyaRaj (He was neither lucky, nor he was a king) came hurrying to the kitchen in stint of making semia (vermicelli) upma, packing apples and bread with jam and butter. " Where are we going? " i asked him "Dumbass... Our Cruise to Denmark is at 5pm and the boarding starts at 3.30pm.." Oh Yea.., the cruise.. for the first time. Wish a Titanic to happen on board. If not the crash, atleast the car scenes.... I was interrupted off my dreams with the words yelling " Could you cut those onions for the upma ??" This bloody upmaavu doesn't even let me dream for myself... but Bagyarajan ko koi dosh nahi diya coz, he was cooking for me as well.
Hurrying up., I packed my bag.., It looked nothing big., just a normal office bag, with few clothes and some food and i was off to Oslo port, set for cruising with DFDS seaways to Copenhagen, Denmark. The easiest way to get to the port was by bus, but i always do a little extra, in a hope of shedding my weight. Hence decided to walk a little from the bus station. The fact is, i was trying to save some money (40 Kroners, i.e 40 x 8 INR). I wonder, why the indian in us, always calculates (money x 8) or (x 45 when in sam uncle's land). Whatever, we got there just in time and on the way to ship, we found few norwegians, few Danes (Danish ppl) and few Indians too. I could not bifercate the rest as all of them seemed to be speaking the same language., But could distinguish goltis and tamilians and mallus between Indians. Look at the difference., between indians itself, there was sub distinction, whereas norwegians and danes were simply classified.
1 hour more for the cruise to leave and we had almost settled in our cabin, which looked like a lodge room with many similiar
ones beside us.. I did not like the environment as everything near the cabin area was coloured PINK.. and i was sharing the room with a guy.., eeekss. Thankfully, it wasn't a queen or king size single bed to be shared by 2., but individual beds for both. Threw our bags, so that the vermicelli upma is tossed & turned & mixed well.. ;) and left the pinkies physically & out of mind, straight away marched to the common area.
We were on Deck 7 and thats where all the fun would have taken place. Basically, the whole of deck 7 had shopping mall & coffee bar and few apparel shops. It also had a kids play area and the best of all was, there was tom and jerry played for the entire tour, which kept many kids glued to the TV screen. The first time that you are upto something, you wanna finish it at the earliest.., and in that thrill, we went to all happening place in the next 35 mins... Even before half an hour for the ship to leave, we'd almost finished seeing the entire ship. The coffee bar, apparel showroom and few others had opened, but otherwise, the restaurants were just being prepared to recieve the guest.., All that you could do was, reserve your table at the reception for these restaurants.
Tell me, how many times in india have you reserved a table before going for lunch and dinner. Moreover, at Shanti Sagar and Sai Saagar, You've to "Stand N Deliver" and i believe no banglorean would be new to it... Huh., for that matter, no mumbaikar would be new to stand n delivering vada paavs. So, We quit the reservation, thats more likely because of Noks to INR conversion and also coz of the little fact that my collegue was a veggie.
In few minutes, we went to the deck and stood posing in the ship posing infront of Opera House in the background and finally stood in the cold winter to see the ship move and take off the dock! With much difficult, like a fat lady's ass., it moved slowly and took off from Oslo heading towards Denmark. My only ambition now remains to see the place where Kate Winslet was thinking of jumping from the cruise and i, Dinesh, (read Di Caprio) trying to bid her a good bye... ;). I found it and now was in search of the car deck, but wasn't allowed entry as the ship had already moved.. :'( (dhust, paapi...., scene bante bante reh gaya yaar... )
After all these, posed infront of all important part of the ship.., and then came to a fact file, which read the specification of the ship, with the max no of people allowed onboard to the engine make and made and the speed that it travelled.., It was moving at 21 Knots for almost 17 hours. The calculative me got to analysis and discovered that i was on a slow pace and cruising for 642 kms in 17 hours, where as i would have reached Thrissur from Bangalore in 10 hours....
As the day light started fading, the cruise started getting brighter., The Columbus live band had opened and for the first time, live band seemed so unlively with norwegian and danish nos.. The discos had kids playing initially and Heavens 11 disco seemed like Rakhi sawant wearing a Salwar Kameez. :'(. I was waiting for gods to restore his blessings upon me with something extra ordinary.... but he's forgotten the people in sea, Why would he remember me also? it was a monty thursday and was busy attending to people, who on the shore were yelling to listen to them. I forgive him for today.
By 10.30pm, i went back to my cabin and like a good boy, went to sleep and set the alarm on the radio phone to wake me up 2 hours before arrival. Just a little into the sleep, i was woken up my a little noise.., I thought the big waves must have hit the ship and hence the noise.., but it was my roomie rubbing his leg together. No bad thoughts.., his rubbing of legs had also been a disturbance when we were on the shore.! He snores n rubbs his legs in sleep. The little jerks in the ship used to wake me up in between and each time, i used to think that the Titanic scene has finally taken place... The crash of course ;)
Shoot..., I typed so much.... and you read so much..., Take a break and come back to read Part II.
Come 12pm, My roomie Mr. BagyaRaj (He was neither lucky, nor he was a king) came hurrying to the kitchen in stint of making semia (vermicelli) upma, packing apples and bread with jam and butter. " Where are we going? " i asked him "Dumbass... Our Cruise to Denmark is at 5pm and the boarding starts at 3.30pm.." Oh Yea.., the cruise.. for the first time. Wish a Titanic to happen on board. If not the crash, atleast the car scenes.... I was interrupted off my dreams with the words yelling " Could you cut those onions for the upma ??" This bloody upmaavu doesn't even let me dream for myself... but Bagyarajan ko koi dosh nahi diya coz, he was cooking for me as well.
Hurrying up., I packed my bag.., It looked nothing big., just a normal office bag, with few clothes and some food and i was off to Oslo port, set for cruising with DFDS seaways to Copenhagen, Denmark. The easiest way to get to the port was by bus, but i always do a little extra, in a hope of shedding my weight. Hence decided to walk a little from the bus station. The fact is, i was trying to save some money (40 Kroners, i.e 40 x 8 INR). I wonder, why the indian in us, always calculates (money x 8) or (x 45 when in sam uncle's land). Whatever, we got there just in time and on the way to ship, we found few norwegians, few Danes (Danish ppl) and few Indians too. I could not bifercate the rest as all of them seemed to be speaking the same language., But could distinguish goltis and tamilians and mallus between Indians. Look at the difference., between indians itself, there was sub distinction, whereas norwegians and danes were simply classified.
1 hour more for the cruise to leave and we had almost settled in our cabin, which looked like a lodge room with many similiar
ones beside us.. I did not like the environment as everything near the cabin area was coloured PINK.. and i was sharing the room with a guy.., eeekss. Thankfully, it wasn't a queen or king size single bed to be shared by 2., but individual beds for both. Threw our bags, so that the vermicelli upma is tossed & turned & mixed well.. ;) and left the pinkies physically & out of mind, straight away marched to the common area.We were on Deck 7 and thats where all the fun would have taken place. Basically, the whole of deck 7 had shopping mall & coffee bar and few apparel shops. It also had a kids play area and the best of all was, there was tom and jerry played for the entire tour, which kept many kids glued to the TV screen. The first time that you are upto something, you wanna finish it at the earliest.., and in that thrill, we went to all happening place in the next 35 mins... Even before half an hour for the ship to leave, we'd almost finished seeing the entire ship. The coffee bar, apparel showroom and few others had opened, but otherwise, the restaurants were just being prepared to recieve the guest.., All that you could do was, reserve your table at the reception for these restaurants.
Tell me, how many times in india have you reserved a table before going for lunch and dinner. Moreover, at Shanti Sagar and Sai Saagar, You've to "Stand N Deliver" and i believe no banglorean would be new to it... Huh., for that matter, no mumbaikar would be new to stand n delivering vada paavs. So, We quit the reservation, thats more likely because of Noks to INR conversion and also coz of the little fact that my collegue was a veggie.
In few minutes, we went to the deck and stood posing in the ship posing infront of Opera House in the background and finally stood in the cold winter to see the ship move and take off the dock! With much difficult, like a fat lady's ass., it moved slowly and took off from Oslo heading towards Denmark. My only ambition now remains to see the place where Kate Winslet was thinking of jumping from the cruise and i, Dinesh, (read Di Caprio) trying to bid her a good bye... ;). I found it and now was in search of the car deck, but wasn't allowed entry as the ship had already moved.. :'( (dhust, paapi...., scene bante bante reh gaya yaar... )
After all these, posed infront of all important part of the ship.., and then came to a fact file, which read the specification of the ship, with the max no of people allowed onboard to the engine make and made and the speed that it travelled.., It was moving at 21 Knots for almost 17 hours. The calculative me got to analysis and discovered that i was on a slow pace and cruising for 642 kms in 17 hours, where as i would have reached Thrissur from Bangalore in 10 hours....
As the day light started fading, the cruise started getting brighter., The Columbus live band had opened and for the first time, live band seemed so unlively with norwegian and danish nos.. The discos had kids playing initially and Heavens 11 disco seemed like Rakhi sawant wearing a Salwar Kameez. :'(. I was waiting for gods to restore his blessings upon me with something extra ordinary.... but he's forgotten the people in sea, Why would he remember me also? it was a monty thursday and was busy attending to people, who on the shore were yelling to listen to them. I forgive him for today.
By 10.30pm, i went back to my cabin and like a good boy, went to sleep and set the alarm on the radio phone to wake me up 2 hours before arrival. Just a little into the sleep, i was woken up my a little noise.., I thought the big waves must have hit the ship and hence the noise.., but it was my roomie rubbing his leg together. No bad thoughts.., his rubbing of legs had also been a disturbance when we were on the shore.! He snores n rubbs his legs in sleep. The little jerks in the ship used to wake me up in between and each time, i used to think that the Titanic scene has finally taken place... The crash of course ;)
Shoot..., I typed so much.... and you read so much..., Take a break and come back to read Part II.
First before the next.... PART 2
Each time, I woke up, I felt like going to Havens 11, But was just lazy to dress up in the night and walk up to the 9th Dec for only a glimpse of Heavens 11. As it always was, Dhinu had 2 straight legs, (Dhinu can't dance saala). The best thing about walking in those area was the smell the STEAKHOUSE EXPLORER produced. If not the taste of steak, the view and smell was killer ones. There was a restaurant beside steak house and called 7 Seas. The only 2 times that i hated fish was at Hogenekkal and now at 7 Seas. The smell.., oops stink of 7 Seas was really terrible.
Was somehow managing to sleep between the jerks that the cruise had in between when something unusual happend. There were cries from the room next door., was pacified when i got to know that there were cries, but the emergency alarm had not gone off... The fact is., The malls at the ship sold liquor at almost 1/4th the price and most of them who travel by these cruise only come to booze to glory. The howling that i heard was proptional to the selling that the cruise mall had made.. :)
Knowingly or Unknowingly, the ship had managed to sail through the ocean and as instructed, before 2 hours the cruise's alarm system woke us up and no sooner than later, we got ready, had breakfast and made way to the deck to see some morning scenary that copenhagen had to provide.. I had mythically fell in love with the place where Kate Winslet tried to jump off the ship the previous night of the crash. I went there to see that i was surrounded by water all 4 sides. Water Water everywhere, not a drop to drink. All that i could see behind me was, another bunker ship following the same path that we followed. I did not understand the engineering mind behind it., but for sure, there was some logic to it :-).
Copenhagen came, the lady took time to park her fat ass into the dock., We all got down and into the shore. Now, this moron is really adventerous, I'd not planned about what to see at Denmark, that is because, we would have reached there on good friday and not sure what would be open and closed on a good friday in a christian dominated country. Thought of seeking local help and deciding things upon reaching there. As soon as i got out of the ship, I bumped into an indian, giving a half smile... Why wudn't he ? we had the same color tone., This guy was from Pune and had about another 6 of them gearing up for a trip. He, for a formality have asked me if we wanted to join them. Even before he ending his invitation, I'd already accepted it..., YES, Why not ?
We got to the city hall square and when they went for quick bite, i took time to gather what site seeing tickets they were carrying and decided to purchase the same one over the counter on the shores of Copenhagen. In a bit, we were on the roof top of a bus and we'd a guide in the form of a 60-70 yrs old man. By the way he started explaining things, we for sure felt that he was a vetran from a war. The sight seeing at one point looked an encyclopedia tour. He spoke about various creations of King Christian the IV and his kaale kaarnama and also about how romantic he was to have a wife and 2 maid servants and have kids with them... :-)
We were shown how the guards change duty and the way they are taught to be stood still inspite of any reaction from the local public who came to see them. For a moment, i felt pity for them, How long can one try to provoke you and you stand still ?? However, during the guard duty change, there was a ritual of checking the jacket of the soldiers. They were checking if they've hidden an gal inside their coat, which would have kept them warm the previous night. I think some people love to remain old.., isn't it ? We seen a lot of copenhagen, but it was first sight seeing trip for me and hence, i never liked the way it was.. I love to be there, right in the centre than someone telling me the history and encyclopedia behind it.
The tour was over within 4 hours of the alloted 6 hours on the shores of Denmark... The lesson learnt is.., Never come to Denmark thinking that you'll earn enough to take back home. The reason being so simple., The government charges around 52% tax excluding the church tax. Also, If you wanna purchase a vechile there., the tax for the vechile is 200%, so its as good as paying for 3 vechiles and having only 1 at home. With a tired body, half filled heart and a lousy evening ahead, we drove and then walked back to DFDS seaways...., pleading and praying to be reaching Oslo a little earlier than before.
If you want to know what did i do on return in the cruise.., You'll hv to scroll up and read the same with less excitement. On the way back home, We'd been to a punjabi dhaba, where i and my collegue and the waiter cum cook was only present. There was no crowd on a holy saturday., which looked more like a day before easter even otherwise. On the way back, I met a conductor who may have been working with BMTC, Bangalore. How did i guess ? He gave me an old used ticket for 30 Kroners and an additional 10 Kroners ticket, which makes it 40 Kroners. He put the 30 Kroners in his pockets silently. Isn't that what our bangalore conductors do too ??
Alls well that ends well... Isn't it ? so what was special when i came back ? I made way to the Ship Mall, brought a Smirnoff, which was almost 4 times cheap the price of what it was on the shore. Also brought some beer! April quota had been purchased from the ship, thats because Post May 2, I was quitting boosing..... God bless me with the resolution that i took on April 1.
Till Smirnoff bids a byee to me.,.
Dhinu!
Was somehow managing to sleep between the jerks that the cruise had in between when something unusual happend. There were cries from the room next door., was pacified when i got to know that there were cries, but the emergency alarm had not gone off... The fact is., The malls at the ship sold liquor at almost 1/4th the price and most of them who travel by these cruise only come to booze to glory. The howling that i heard was proptional to the selling that the cruise mall had made.. :)
Knowingly or Unknowingly, the ship had managed to sail through the ocean and as instructed, before 2 hours the cruise's alarm system woke us up and no sooner than later, we got ready, had breakfast and made way to the deck to see some morning scenary that copenhagen had to provide.. I had mythically fell in love with the place where Kate Winslet tried to jump off the ship the previous night of the crash. I went there to see that i was surrounded by water all 4 sides. Water Water everywhere, not a drop to drink. All that i could see behind me was, another bunker ship following the same path that we followed. I did not understand the engineering mind behind it., but for sure, there was some logic to it :-).
Copenhagen came, the lady took time to park her fat ass into the dock., We all got down and into the shore. Now, this moron is really adventerous, I'd not planned about what to see at Denmark, that is because, we would have reached there on good friday and not sure what would be open and closed on a good friday in a christian dominated country. Thought of seeking local help and deciding things upon reaching there. As soon as i got out of the ship, I bumped into an indian, giving a half smile... Why wudn't he ? we had the same color tone., This guy was from Pune and had about another 6 of them gearing up for a trip. He, for a formality have asked me if we wanted to join them. Even before he ending his invitation, I'd already accepted it..., YES, Why not ?
We got to the city hall square and when they went for quick bite, i took time to gather what site seeing tickets they were carrying and decided to purchase the same one over the counter on the shores of Copenhagen. In a bit, we were on the roof top of a bus and we'd a guide in the form of a 60-70 yrs old man. By the way he started explaining things, we for sure felt that he was a vetran from a war. The sight seeing at one point looked an encyclopedia tour. He spoke about various creations of King Christian the IV and his kaale kaarnama and also about how romantic he was to have a wife and 2 maid servants and have kids with them... :-)
We were shown how the guards change duty and the way they are taught to be stood still inspite of any reaction from the local public who came to see them. For a moment, i felt pity for them, How long can one try to provoke you and you stand still ?? However, during the guard duty change, there was a ritual of checking the jacket of the soldiers. They were checking if they've hidden an gal inside their coat, which would have kept them warm the previous night. I think some people love to remain old.., isn't it ? We seen a lot of copenhagen, but it was first sight seeing trip for me and hence, i never liked the way it was.. I love to be there, right in the centre than someone telling me the history and encyclopedia behind it.
The tour was over within 4 hours of the alloted 6 hours on the shores of Denmark... The lesson learnt is.., Never come to Denmark thinking that you'll earn enough to take back home. The reason being so simple., The government charges around 52% tax excluding the church tax. Also, If you wanna purchase a vechile there., the tax for the vechile is 200%, so its as good as paying for 3 vechiles and having only 1 at home. With a tired body, half filled heart and a lousy evening ahead, we drove and then walked back to DFDS seaways...., pleading and praying to be reaching Oslo a little earlier than before.
If you want to know what did i do on return in the cruise.., You'll hv to scroll up and read the same with less excitement. On the way back home, We'd been to a punjabi dhaba, where i and my collegue and the waiter cum cook was only present. There was no crowd on a holy saturday., which looked more like a day before easter even otherwise. On the way back, I met a conductor who may have been working with BMTC, Bangalore. How did i guess ? He gave me an old used ticket for 30 Kroners and an additional 10 Kroners ticket, which makes it 40 Kroners. He put the 30 Kroners in his pockets silently. Isn't that what our bangalore conductors do too ??
Alls well that ends well... Isn't it ? so what was special when i came back ? I made way to the Ship Mall, brought a Smirnoff, which was almost 4 times cheap the price of what it was on the shore. Also brought some beer! April quota had been purchased from the ship, thats because Post May 2, I was quitting boosing..... God bless me with the resolution that i took on April 1.
Till Smirnoff bids a byee to me.,.
Dhinu!
Impossible is 0(Nothing)
A Saying goes in malayalam which means out to be, Incase you hit a little on beauty, you start carrying ur umbrella even in the mid-night. For sure, when this saying was made, people had no access to a place like Norway, for sure!!
Last evening, We'd been having a photo session over an ICY lake, and ya, it was hard ice on the
top layer of the lake and it was 8 pm before the sunset. Those in the northern part of Norway, doesn't have sunsets at all during the summer. Last few days have argueably been happy days of my life!
I'm at this part, considered too abnormal, rather too bad to be an Indian and too good to be a Norwegian. Thats also probably because of the contrast that i have with my collegue here. Most people who visited this specific client were pure vegeterian (For few, eggs are vegetable too). People here were just amazed to see an Indian eating Beef, Ham and shrimp, rather than the daily comers, who stick to salad and depend on the rabbits food for survival and crib each day about the food, yet gets the daily lunch bill to 150 Noks (150 x Rs. 8) approx.
Further more, the guy is too terrible to be an Indian who often has a strike and spare when out on a bowling!! This was probably not expected off an Indian after 2 pint of beer!! My collegue had was accompanied by a norwegian person when went to pick up the drink and he stated, Pepsi isn't his choice. Good that people get to know me much before they actually can. After all the action, it was the eating time. I had a little Indian left in me, hence decided never to have a half boiled or a raw red meat.....
But as the title reads.., Impossible is nothing, My manager lured me to have SMOKED HAM (note: They were only smoked, not cooked), with salads and soya sauce, but it something close to a Tatar (http://www.somethingawful.com/d/comedy-goldmine/horrors-of-food.php?page=4). If that gives any clue about it.
Enough of all the Norway, Back to where i belong. I'm quitting my job as soon as i reach there and heading straight for Kochi!! Indian Paisa League strikes kochi too, and by the way, There are going to be surprises after shreeshanth would be ELECTED as the captain of the team.
S T R I K E soon to follow in the IPL....
Till the days of Norway gets over.,
Lots of Luv,
D!
Last evening, We'd been having a photo session over an ICY lake, and ya, it was hard ice on the
top layer of the lake and it was 8 pm before the sunset. Those in the northern part of Norway, doesn't have sunsets at all during the summer. Last few days have argueably been happy days of my life!I'm at this part, considered too abnormal, rather too bad to be an Indian and too good to be a Norwegian. Thats also probably because of the contrast that i have with my collegue here. Most people who visited this specific client were pure vegeterian (For few, eggs are vegetable too). People here were just amazed to see an Indian eating Beef, Ham and shrimp, rather than the daily comers, who stick to salad and depend on the rabbits food for survival and crib each day about the food, yet gets the daily lunch bill to 150 Noks (150 x Rs. 8) approx.
Further more, the guy is too terrible to be an Indian who often has a strike and spare when out on a bowling!! This was probably not expected off an Indian after 2 pint of beer!! My collegue had was accompanied by a norwegian person when went to pick up the drink and he stated, Pepsi isn't his choice. Good that people get to know me much before they actually can. After all the action, it was the eating time. I had a little Indian left in me, hence decided never to have a half boiled or a raw red meat.....
But as the title reads.., Impossible is nothing, My manager lured me to have SMOKED HAM (note: They were only smoked, not cooked), with salads and soya sauce, but it something close to a Tatar (http://www.somethingawful.com/d/comedy-goldmine/horrors-of-food.php?page=4). If that gives any clue about it.
Enough of all the Norway, Back to where i belong. I'm quitting my job as soon as i reach there and heading straight for Kochi!! Indian Paisa League strikes kochi too, and by the way, There are going to be surprises after shreeshanth would be ELECTED as the captain of the team.
S T R I K E soon to follow in the IPL....
Till the days of Norway gets over.,
Lots of Luv,
D!
The sand and the snow..!!
Off late, i heard a friend of mine, settled at dubai talking about the snow fall there.. Wow., that happend in Egypt too.. How does it matter to me, I am a part of Bangalore, which has never seen and hopefully will never see the snow fall.
I changed loyalties! And the new one to whom i should be loyal to, asked me to move on to a snow filled area., where there is less sun, more snow and ice!!! The only place where i was shouting for ice was at the waiter, waiting at bhagini for the drink that used to please my friday!.., Between the fri (es), it was ICE and a bit HOTs too.. mixed emotions.
So... am here, a little far away from my home! There is nothing Indian about the place that i stay, but a lot Paki, Sri Lanka and a little bit of iran and afghanistan too. I wonder, why do people cross over borders ?? I was really amazed, not to find a single mallu so far.... thats how they say, that there has to be a mallu wherever you go!!... Probably, i take help of the mirror myself. I'll atleast find one!!
The temperature has been treating me negatively, oh yes, negative to the core, sometimes even to the double digits.. :), But precisely towards the end of winter and beginning of summer., It hasn't gone to the upper digits.. Whats it like to be over here ? absolute crap., thats coz, back there at home,there's something called as IPL 3 gone "ON AIR". With you tube delaying video by 5 mins, I dont really feel the pinch, which is far far better than calling or emaling a friend of yours back home to know if your team (MI it is) to have faired well ??
Between, the kroner and the noks (the currency system here)., I'd also been asked to walk! Oh yea, the post AB effect.., Walk when you talk, Walk N talk, talk n Walk.... but here., its silence.. There is a company to walk, but tedious, or probably that extra workout..! Walking in the snow is a little more difficult than walking in the plain roads of bangalore/mumbai. As per my memory goes, it was the same effect when walking in the sand..! It was at the tedious best.., so what do i learn out of here ? Snow or Sand, the effect are both the same.!! Yeh, Saala hamesha beech waale hi faste hai..!
Signing off for now...! with a lot of Norwegian song in my next blog..!!
Lost of Luv, (jaane kaha gayi woh).,
D!!
I changed loyalties! And the new one to whom i should be loyal to, asked me to move on to a snow filled area., where there is less sun, more snow and ice!!! The only place where i was shouting for ice was at the waiter, waiting at bhagini for the drink that used to please my friday!.., Between the fri (es), it was ICE and a bit HOTs too.. mixed emotions.
So... am here, a little far away from my home! There is nothing Indian about the place that i stay, but a lot Paki, Sri Lanka and a little bit of iran and afghanistan too. I wonder, why do people cross over borders ?? I was really amazed, not to find a single mallu so far.... thats how they say, that there has to be a mallu wherever you go!!... Probably, i take help of the mirror myself. I'll atleast find one!!
The temperature has been treating me negatively, oh yes, negative to the core, sometimes even to the double digits.. :), But precisely towards the end of winter and beginning of summer., It hasn't gone to the upper digits.. Whats it like to be over here ? absolute crap., thats coz, back there at home,there's something called as IPL 3 gone "ON AIR". With you tube delaying video by 5 mins, I dont really feel the pinch, which is far far better than calling or emaling a friend of yours back home to know if your team (MI it is) to have faired well ??
Between, the kroner and the noks (the currency system here)., I'd also been asked to walk! Oh yea, the post AB effect.., Walk when you talk, Walk N talk, talk n Walk.... but here., its silence.. There is a company to walk, but tedious, or probably that extra workout..! Walking in the snow is a little more difficult than walking in the plain roads of bangalore/mumbai. As per my memory goes, it was the same effect when walking in the sand..! It was at the tedious best.., so what do i learn out of here ? Snow or Sand, the effect are both the same.!! Yeh, Saala hamesha beech waale hi faste hai..!
Signing off for now...! with a lot of Norwegian song in my next blog..!!
Lost of Luv, (jaane kaha gayi woh).,
D!!
Shudd up & Walk...
The time ticking 5.06am on my computer's right hand corner that gives me enough reason to sleep, but here i am doing something, that i shouldn't be doing. I'm gone Insomniac.
My basic problem is that i dont have a problem, but then why with the sleep thing ? I guess i am working too hard and my mind is full of WORK (hope my manager comes across my blog). I had also been thinking (from past many weeks, which adds upto months and year maybe) that i have to start exercising, so that i am fit enough to have a good baby sleep.
I took this as a challenge really and made sure that i give a start to it. Last sunday, turned out to be the show starter and it ended there itself. I'd a brisk walking for almost 6kms. Not a bad one to begin with. But there were a lot of things that kept me going for the next round at the park where i went for this walk. Oh yea, guessed it right, some bhavras and few flowers!!! The observant me, didn't really have much time to gasp....
First things first, why do people round the park as if they're in the temple ? i am always fond of rounding right to the left, which is precisely opposite of what people walking from left to right! If so the case, I guess, they even gotta remove their footwears.. Kids.., Awesome! for the first few minutes only, later the parents are annoyed with what they see. The kids dont give them enough space, for those who say, its not true... Wake Up! have one of your own.
Those flowers and bhavraas (bee).... love to see you like this, But u see.., am alone and am on a walk mission., All i could satisfy myself was by saying, See his brotherly love for his sister., Wow! Gives me a break ;) . The mystery becomes terrible when you see a change in skin tones, Like a Chinki Flower with a Kannadiga Bee, Seems like the guy loves his step sister as much as his own sister.
I wonder, what does the newly wed couple have so much to speak in the park for the talking that they do prior wedding over the phone, post wedding in the bedroom and for some even talking that the neighbours hear. Yet, the whole lot comes on a sunday eve to spend their so called useless evening to be asking each other... "So... What do u think ?" Dude, Whatever i think, do i have a choice ???
Whats up with the little vendors who walk along on the park? The most amazing thing that they need to be taught is BASICS OF MARKETING, if thats only a subject. I am not making it complicated, but then, would you mind change on purchasing anything that they sell by each extra round that you take ? And especially when its not water ? Enough is enough, what crime has your readers done to be tortured by your walk stories ? Just Shudd up & Walk !
Rgds
D!
My basic problem is that i dont have a problem, but then why with the sleep thing ? I guess i am working too hard and my mind is full of WORK (hope my manager comes across my blog). I had also been thinking (from past many weeks, which adds upto months and year maybe) that i have to start exercising, so that i am fit enough to have a good baby sleep.
I took this as a challenge really and made sure that i give a start to it. Last sunday, turned out to be the show starter and it ended there itself. I'd a brisk walking for almost 6kms. Not a bad one to begin with. But there were a lot of things that kept me going for the next round at the park where i went for this walk. Oh yea, guessed it right, some bhavras and few flowers!!! The observant me, didn't really have much time to gasp....
First things first, why do people round the park as if they're in the temple ? i am always fond of rounding right to the left, which is precisely opposite of what people walking from left to right! If so the case, I guess, they even gotta remove their footwears.. Kids.., Awesome! for the first few minutes only, later the parents are annoyed with what they see. The kids dont give them enough space, for those who say, its not true... Wake Up! have one of your own.
Those flowers and bhavraas (bee).... love to see you like this, But u see.., am alone and am on a walk mission., All i could satisfy myself was by saying, See his brotherly love for his sister., Wow! Gives me a break ;) . The mystery becomes terrible when you see a change in skin tones, Like a Chinki Flower with a Kannadiga Bee, Seems like the guy loves his step sister as much as his own sister.
I wonder, what does the newly wed couple have so much to speak in the park for the talking that they do prior wedding over the phone, post wedding in the bedroom and for some even talking that the neighbours hear. Yet, the whole lot comes on a sunday eve to spend their so called useless evening to be asking each other... "So... What do u think ?" Dude, Whatever i think, do i have a choice ???
Whats up with the little vendors who walk along on the park? The most amazing thing that they need to be taught is BASICS OF MARKETING, if thats only a subject. I am not making it complicated, but then, would you mind change on purchasing anything that they sell by each extra round that you take ? And especially when its not water ? Enough is enough, what crime has your readers done to be tortured by your walk stories ? Just Shudd up & Walk !
Rgds
D!
Titleless...
Hmm... amazing title, isn't it ? why is it so ? that's because, i don't have anything on mind. If at all there is something in my mind, its all about nothing. I believe this is just another silent phase of life, where i eat less, play less, work less and most of all, even sleep less.
I wonder, when everything in life is so less, why are the phone bills running NOT LESS. Huh.., I need to find a reply to this! Deep within me, i have a feeling of not being very me! does human change along with time ? Yo, why not ? But isn't it time that forces us to change ? These days, I'd been doing nothing great than keeping update with movies, The best of all, i seen the flower show at Lalbaug for the first time after being in Bangalore for the last 5 yrs. Had a pretty tough time for the flower., but it was nice being between flowers, where, although everything was natural, nothing seemed like one.
The other thing that's going around is with the Russel Peter's comedy show. I had been impressed or depressed with him that i had been going around repeating his dialogues all throughout and recommending the video to my friends, who in turn started repeating his dialogues too. Cheez! that's too much unwanted attention for this racist pig, who feels there is nothing Indian about him.
Huh, Speak about racist, who isn't. It just comes in different form, hot, small, cold, dark, tall, shallow, big.... (name it and here it is...). Its the level that matters all, The one at the international level can speak of the skin colours, where as at the lower level, we can very well compare about anything that we see. In between this, i dont wish to forget to say a hello to our Bal Tackrey saab. Basically, you are the king of it. Luckily, that i know marathi, i can survive to be a cabbie at Mumbai. Thanks.
Even, with nothing on mind, i managed to write 3-4 paragraph about something that i feel., Just to give justice to the title called "Titleless" that i used here., I should have remained dumb.
Love you for keeping up with this.,
Rgds
Me....
I wonder, when everything in life is so less, why are the phone bills running NOT LESS. Huh.., I need to find a reply to this! Deep within me, i have a feeling of not being very me! does human change along with time ? Yo, why not ? But isn't it time that forces us to change ? These days, I'd been doing nothing great than keeping update with movies, The best of all, i seen the flower show at Lalbaug for the first time after being in Bangalore for the last 5 yrs. Had a pretty tough time for the flower., but it was nice being between flowers, where, although everything was natural, nothing seemed like one.
The other thing that's going around is with the Russel Peter's comedy show. I had been impressed or depressed with him that i had been going around repeating his dialogues all throughout and recommending the video to my friends, who in turn started repeating his dialogues too. Cheez! that's too much unwanted attention for this racist pig, who feels there is nothing Indian about him.
Huh, Speak about racist, who isn't. It just comes in different form, hot, small, cold, dark, tall, shallow, big.... (name it and here it is...). Its the level that matters all, The one at the international level can speak of the skin colours, where as at the lower level, we can very well compare about anything that we see. In between this, i dont wish to forget to say a hello to our Bal Tackrey saab. Basically, you are the king of it. Luckily, that i know marathi, i can survive to be a cabbie at Mumbai. Thanks.
Even, with nothing on mind, i managed to write 3-4 paragraph about something that i feel., Just to give justice to the title called "Titleless" that i used here., I should have remained dumb.
Love you for keeping up with this.,
Rgds
Me....
A tale of States.
Man.., these state bifercation has blown the wits off me. I dont feel anything less than 5vi class se tez, I myself dont know how many states in does India as such have now. The only thing at risk here, if not anything else is the software called SAP (Software of Andhra Pradesh). What would happend to the 40K engineers who come out freshers with 3 working years experience from the engineering colleges there ?
After the split in the north, the split has finally re-hit the south before being hit a few decades. The software engineer in me, still cries for SAP. Should we split the company itself into SRS (Software of Rayalseema) and SAT (Software at Telengana) and so on ? If not anything else, I am also concerned about the desis settled in the US of A, They were asked to learn the language Telugu even before trying their hands on Microsoft of Java products. I hope they dont ask for a re-partition at onsite based on the location that they belong to now. Cheez! Take a break.
The cause of all this ? Mr. KCR, on his live-to-diet hunger strike, resulted in having a different state for as less as 7 lakhs people. Wow, If its only 7 lakhs that required to have a state, we may as well have as many states that we want in our own very metopolitan cities. i.e CST State, Thane State and Vasai State (in Mumbai) or Maybe a BTM Layout State, Malleshwaram State and of course, Vidhana Soudha state (i.e coz of few lakhs visiting the office everyday).
All in all, I am working my way out! Thats towards re-naming india. I am going on a sub-way hunger strike, I shall not eat anything else than Subs for having my country of states have a peculiar name from india to UUSI (Un-united states of India) or Should i also call it as United States of East ?
Whatever the outcome is, I am damn sure that, just like KCR, i am gonna shed some weight and you're contribution of a sub, would help me only stronger for the cause.!! Join me in saying, WE WANT UNITED STATES OF INDIA, JAI HO SUB!!
After the split in the north, the split has finally re-hit the south before being hit a few decades. The software engineer in me, still cries for SAP. Should we split the company itself into SRS (Software of Rayalseema) and SAT (Software at Telengana) and so on ? If not anything else, I am also concerned about the desis settled in the US of A, They were asked to learn the language Telugu even before trying their hands on Microsoft of Java products. I hope they dont ask for a re-partition at onsite based on the location that they belong to now. Cheez! Take a break.
The cause of all this ? Mr. KCR, on his live-to-diet hunger strike, resulted in having a different state for as less as 7 lakhs people. Wow, If its only 7 lakhs that required to have a state, we may as well have as many states that we want in our own very metopolitan cities. i.e CST State, Thane State and Vasai State (in Mumbai) or Maybe a BTM Layout State, Malleshwaram State and of course, Vidhana Soudha state (i.e coz of few lakhs visiting the office everyday).
All in all, I am working my way out! Thats towards re-naming india. I am going on a sub-way hunger strike, I shall not eat anything else than Subs for having my country of states have a peculiar name from india to UUSI (Un-united states of India) or Should i also call it as United States of East ?
Whatever the outcome is, I am damn sure that, just like KCR, i am gonna shed some weight and you're contribution of a sub, would help me only stronger for the cause.!! Join me in saying, WE WANT UNITED STATES OF INDIA, JAI HO SUB!!
Commercialization, yet again...
Where was i this long? i'd just gone missing., so missing that i even googled to search myself, the reply came back saying.., no results found.... Cheez.!!
I was working and working and working, like fasting between meals :) Off late, i had a terrific project, and this was OUT OF THE BOX thinking. hmm.. you'd seem to be quite amazed, out of the box thinking.., and its been assigned to this moron ? huh..., stop that lousy thoughts, its not gonna get you or me anywhere.
The project came from a mega millionaire organization. The organization which has a wood and log behind it and is preceded with many like holly, bolly, kolly, tolly and many more which i am not even aware of. The post recession, when the actors and actresses started charging less for movies and films, came another dilemma how would you earn a bit (a lot) more.
As i'd always been working as a consultant, they approached me. Consultants have a unique mind, quite too much for the OUT OF THE BOX thinking., and then as it is, we were talking about an idiot box, but this time with an unique and strange idea. I was thrown open the entire ocean to think, but at the end of it all, all they needed was money.
Me, being an Internet freak, and even more into watching cricket., decided to implement an idea called the ticker on the movie screens... huh, anything great ?? nope, not at all. But, the copy cat me had an idea of google's ad sense behind the back of my mind. Strangely, but not amazingly, Aamir was my mentor, and hence decided to pick one of his movie Ghajini, for a start. Being a pilot project, its implementation would have had me just going ahead testing the idea..., so then, i started with analysis and requirement gathering and when almost done with the waterfall model design, decided to implement my project. If not for the entire movie, would have the ticker running for the highlighted scenes of the movies. Luckily, to grab people's attention to the pilot project, I'd also included some puppet shows, political statements & whatever i could do it make it a success.
This is how it went... I'd a database of all the advertisements available in the market and let my program pickup the advertisement based on the scene.
Scene 1 : Aamir on the fight with Ghajini's gundaas, the ticker shows " Gandhiji's Anti violence message..."
Marvayega mera ad sense.. :), But still did not give up hope....
Scene 2: Aamir gets down from his private jet and there's a little ticker rolling down the screen saying... "When was the last time, that you did something for the first time... Emirates, Keep Flying"
Good... Its working to an extent...
I did not want to watch the entire movie, because, i'd already spoiled my new year day, going for this movie. Hence, put the movie on a Fast Fwd mode, but amazingly, my code worked in the fast forward mode too... JLM (Just Like Me).
Scene 3: When Asin says, "There is no network coverage, Dabba phone hai...." and the advertisement below pops... " For ~hello~ better ~hello~ network coverage ~hello~, Switch to~hello~ Tata Indicom". Aamir wouldn't have been too amused with it, nor Aircel was, That's because, they'd close relations with "AIR"
Scene 4: The police officer locates Aamir's place to find the map of mumbai... Gosh, this is where google really showed its skills.... "TRY GOOGLE MAPS, Easy and Convenient..." it said. I was speechless, Who wont be ?
Scene 5: Asin is hiding in her new house and the gundaas searching for her all around and just about to leave the house when Asin's mobile rings.... and the bottom of the screen pops.. "Choose your Ringtone Wisely... The Zoo Zoo feeding the crocodiles.... " that was a killer one.. ;)
In between all these scenes., there was ads of Red Label, Domex, Benz, Converting autos to CNG etc being played...., but the last of the least was...
When Aamir, hits our Ghajini with the Iron Rod.... The Message displayed.... " Natraj Pencils.... Aur yeh raha Sixer...., out of the boundary " followed by Sachin saying.... " Boost is the secret of my energy...... Dhoni Joins along..... O U R - E N E R G Y "
Till my project gets approved...!
Luv,
Dhinu!
I was working and working and working, like fasting between meals :) Off late, i had a terrific project, and this was OUT OF THE BOX thinking. hmm.. you'd seem to be quite amazed, out of the box thinking.., and its been assigned to this moron ? huh..., stop that lousy thoughts, its not gonna get you or me anywhere.
The project came from a mega millionaire organization. The organization which has a wood and log behind it and is preceded with many like holly, bolly, kolly, tolly and many more which i am not even aware of. The post recession, when the actors and actresses started charging less for movies and films, came another dilemma how would you earn a bit (a lot) more.
As i'd always been working as a consultant, they approached me. Consultants have a unique mind, quite too much for the OUT OF THE BOX thinking., and then as it is, we were talking about an idiot box, but this time with an unique and strange idea. I was thrown open the entire ocean to think, but at the end of it all, all they needed was money.
Me, being an Internet freak, and even more into watching cricket., decided to implement an idea called the ticker on the movie screens... huh, anything great ?? nope, not at all. But, the copy cat me had an idea of google's ad sense behind the back of my mind. Strangely, but not amazingly, Aamir was my mentor, and hence decided to pick one of his movie Ghajini, for a start. Being a pilot project, its implementation would have had me just going ahead testing the idea..., so then, i started with analysis and requirement gathering and when almost done with the waterfall model design, decided to implement my project. If not for the entire movie, would have the ticker running for the highlighted scenes of the movies. Luckily, to grab people's attention to the pilot project, I'd also included some puppet shows, political statements & whatever i could do it make it a success.
This is how it went... I'd a database of all the advertisements available in the market and let my program pickup the advertisement based on the scene.
Scene 1 : Aamir on the fight with Ghajini's gundaas, the ticker shows " Gandhiji's Anti violence message..."
Marvayega mera ad sense.. :), But still did not give up hope....
Scene 2: Aamir gets down from his private jet and there's a little ticker rolling down the screen saying... "When was the last time, that you did something for the first time... Emirates, Keep Flying"
Good... Its working to an extent...
I did not want to watch the entire movie, because, i'd already spoiled my new year day, going for this movie. Hence, put the movie on a Fast Fwd mode, but amazingly, my code worked in the fast forward mode too... JLM (Just Like Me).
Scene 3: When Asin says, "There is no network coverage, Dabba phone hai...." and the advertisement below pops... " For ~hello~ better ~hello~ network coverage ~hello~, Switch to~hello~ Tata Indicom". Aamir wouldn't have been too amused with it, nor Aircel was, That's because, they'd close relations with "AIR"
Scene 4: The police officer locates Aamir's place to find the map of mumbai... Gosh, this is where google really showed its skills.... "TRY GOOGLE MAPS, Easy and Convenient..." it said. I was speechless, Who wont be ?
Scene 5: Asin is hiding in her new house and the gundaas searching for her all around and just about to leave the house when Asin's mobile rings.... and the bottom of the screen pops.. "Choose your Ringtone Wisely... The Zoo Zoo feeding the crocodiles.... " that was a killer one.. ;)
In between all these scenes., there was ads of Red Label, Domex, Benz, Converting autos to CNG etc being played...., but the last of the least was...
When Aamir, hits our Ghajini with the Iron Rod.... The Message displayed.... " Natraj Pencils.... Aur yeh raha Sixer...., out of the boundary " followed by Sachin saying.... " Boost is the secret of my energy...... Dhoni Joins along..... O U R - E N E R G Y "
Till my project gets approved...!
Luv,
Dhinu!
The Unconditional "WHERE" clause..!
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It blew me off.. i never knew the analaytic me would be such puffed when it comes to writing a simple silly query of my life.. The query was supposed to look like this..
Q:> select top 1 from ALL_BRIDES_DB
But i made some joins viz...
INNER JOIN :
Q:> inner joined my family,
OUTER JOIN:
Q:> agreed to outer join my friends.
SELF JOIN:
Q:> agreed to SELF JOIN TO THE BRIDES FAMILY, SELF UNJOIN from boose, smoke, and mouth watching :'( From neta to abi neta, who doesn't make promises ?
CROSS JOIN:
Q:> cross joined again to tell the world, i am straight (NOT Sec 377 Comptabile)...
and there was a Where condition.... (as suggested by me).
Q:> Where BRIDESDADS_BANK_AC > SLUMDOG_MILLIONAIRE
Q:> AND CAR_OF_BRIDE atleast a ('BMW','HONDA') OR NOTHING LESS THAN A ('SUV')
Q:> AND KG_OF_GOLD > Count(Sachin's Century) in kgs.
When this query was executed, As expected, the results were to be counted on the fingers, But there was a subquery written by the result achieved...
Q:> SELECT GROOM WHOSE FATHER IS ('BIRLA','TATA','RELIANCE','D GANG',
..... AND THE LIST WENT ON...
But unlike other query editors, It gave a list of 'CLOSE MATCHES', those brides were all in ghoongat, cover their head with saree tip...
But now that i had almost found an answer to my reply to the TOP 1 BRIDE MINUS THE BANK BALANCES AND THE CAR, were there many more conditions added by the INNER JOINED PEOPLE....
a) Groom's Mother - She should be able to do household work too
Q:> AND BRIDE ALSO 'A DIGNIFIED COOK'
b) Groom's 1 Relative.
Q:> AND BRIDE HAS BOTH HER PARENTS
c) Groom's 2nd Relative.
Q:> AND BRIDE HAS A GOVERNMENT JOB
That saga went on as they were sitting in a circle and passed many rounds of conditions, while i walked out...
I was sure that in this digital age, where marriages are not made in heaven, but happens over the internet, I was finding it even difficult to do a peer to peer network connection.... Blah.., the query that i executed would have not only returned ZERO results, but would also returned an error message... "TOO MANY CONDITIONS.... Your Query has been suspended..."
In the meantime, my friends has already discussed that, he is a idiot programmer., doesn't know to fine tune his query.! Such a loser..
On the other hand, i was already preparing another query..
Q:> Select OPTIONS from EASY_SUICIDE
Q:> WHERE PAINFUL = NULL
Till I find another query,
Luv,
Dhinu
It blew me off.. i never knew the analaytic me would be such puffed when it comes to writing a simple silly query of my life.. The query was supposed to look like this..
Q:> select top 1 from ALL_BRIDES_DB
But i made some joins viz...
INNER JOIN :
Q:> inner joined my family,
OUTER JOIN:
Q:> agreed to outer join my friends.
SELF JOIN:
Q:> agreed to SELF JOIN TO THE BRIDES FAMILY, SELF UNJOIN from boose, smoke, and mouth watching :'( From neta to abi neta, who doesn't make promises ?
CROSS JOIN:
Q:> cross joined again to tell the world, i am straight (NOT Sec 377 Comptabile)...
and there was a Where condition.... (as suggested by me).
Q:> Where BRIDESDADS_BANK_AC > SLUMDOG_MILLIONAIRE
Q:> AND CAR_OF_BRIDE atleast a ('BMW','HONDA') OR NOTHING LESS THAN A ('SUV')
Q:> AND KG_OF_GOLD > Count(Sachin's Century) in kgs.
When this query was executed, As expected, the results were to be counted on the fingers, But there was a subquery written by the result achieved...
Q:> SELECT GROOM WHOSE FATHER IS ('BIRLA','TATA','RELIANCE','D GANG',
..... AND THE LIST WENT ON...
But unlike other query editors, It gave a list of 'CLOSE MATCHES', those brides were all in ghoongat, cover their head with saree tip...
But now that i had almost found an answer to my reply to the TOP 1 BRIDE MINUS THE BANK BALANCES AND THE CAR, were there many more conditions added by the INNER JOINED PEOPLE....
a) Groom's Mother - She should be able to do household work too
Q:> AND BRIDE ALSO 'A DIGNIFIED COOK'
b) Groom's 1 Relative.
Q:> AND BRIDE HAS BOTH HER PARENTS
c) Groom's 2nd Relative.
Q:> AND BRIDE HAS A GOVERNMENT JOB
That saga went on as they were sitting in a circle and passed many rounds of conditions, while i walked out...
I was sure that in this digital age, where marriages are not made in heaven, but happens over the internet, I was finding it even difficult to do a peer to peer network connection.... Blah.., the query that i executed would have not only returned ZERO results, but would also returned an error message... "TOO MANY CONDITIONS.... Your Query has been suspended..."
In the meantime, my friends has already discussed that, he is a idiot programmer., doesn't know to fine tune his query.! Such a loser..
On the other hand, i was already preparing another query..
Q:> Select OPTIONS from EASY_SUICIDE
Q:> WHERE PAINFUL = NULL
Till I find another query,
Luv,
Dhinu
Color Dilemma!!
These Colors are so great, it help visualise. I can only relate to blood and danger when it comes to the color red and green to nature and pakistani flag color. The firm that i work says, nothing here has got shades of grey, everything is either black or white! Thankfully, i am no colour blind too.
Just incase, you happend to list down your favourite colors. Black and White had a prejudice. i'm seriously sick of the differentiation. Last week, I was chatting with one of my friend and he said, he hates MONDAY, i asked him, who loves it anyways, asks the students too, they too wont like it unless its a public holiday! My ABCD (Amercian born confused Desi's) are even more smarter, they'd actually made a racial remark by hating mondays and also by calling the dark ones there as a MONDAY!.
Cool, Just in case, if this was nothing, I was differentiated in my own country, here its not black and white, but its north and south. Unfortunately, All southies are Madrasis, regardless of being from Kerala, Karnataka, AP or Tamil Nadu. I read comments of few fellow bloggers, who also divided the cricket team into south and north. Wow, Racism at its best, But between them too, I hung out in the shades of grey. I am a mumbaikar, I am south indian for the northies and Northy for the southies. I feel like our own DHOBI KA KUTTA.. NA GHAR KA... NA GHAT KA.
In between all these, i proposed to my GF. Shoot, it all came trembling down, when she had to speak about color too..., Seems like, its not the issue with her, but with her dad. Her dad wants a white groom! aah.., he wants a white groom, not a fair one, I'm still in for it i thought!. This issue had to be fixed, did not seem to be quite be a challenge anyways. That is because, I'd seen John Abraham's Ad for Garnier to become WHITE, and unintentionally in a BLACK squeeze tube.
Down the line, I seen many changes in me. Everything in the process of getting to the WHITE from the BLACK. The Deo Spray, The Pen from Black to Blue. Not to tell about the drinks that i used to have., That too changed from the likes of DSP Blacks and Whisky to WHITE RUM, GINN and VODKA (if not white, they looked plain) The Black Tea N Black Coffee (my favourite) to the regular milked tea and coffee :(, All for a cause..!
Man, the only irony that stands still at the moment is..., I'm only in the shades of grey, Nothing ever changed from the black to white, in the meantime, the GF found a white for herself and the after effects of transformation left me totally grey.
See ya!!
Luv,
Dhinu!
Just incase, you happend to list down your favourite colors. Black and White had a prejudice. i'm seriously sick of the differentiation. Last week, I was chatting with one of my friend and he said, he hates MONDAY, i asked him, who loves it anyways, asks the students too, they too wont like it unless its a public holiday! My ABCD (Amercian born confused Desi's) are even more smarter, they'd actually made a racial remark by hating mondays and also by calling the dark ones there as a MONDAY!.
Cool, Just in case, if this was nothing, I was differentiated in my own country, here its not black and white, but its north and south. Unfortunately, All southies are Madrasis, regardless of being from Kerala, Karnataka, AP or Tamil Nadu. I read comments of few fellow bloggers, who also divided the cricket team into south and north. Wow, Racism at its best, But between them too, I hung out in the shades of grey. I am a mumbaikar, I am south indian for the northies and Northy for the southies. I feel like our own DHOBI KA KUTTA.. NA GHAR KA... NA GHAT KA.
In between all these, i proposed to my GF. Shoot, it all came trembling down, when she had to speak about color too..., Seems like, its not the issue with her, but with her dad. Her dad wants a white groom! aah.., he wants a white groom, not a fair one, I'm still in for it i thought!. This issue had to be fixed, did not seem to be quite be a challenge anyways. That is because, I'd seen John Abraham's Ad for Garnier to become WHITE, and unintentionally in a BLACK squeeze tube.
Down the line, I seen many changes in me. Everything in the process of getting to the WHITE from the BLACK. The Deo Spray, The Pen from Black to Blue. Not to tell about the drinks that i used to have., That too changed from the likes of DSP Blacks and Whisky to WHITE RUM, GINN and VODKA (if not white, they looked plain) The Black Tea N Black Coffee (my favourite) to the regular milked tea and coffee :(, All for a cause..!
Man, the only irony that stands still at the moment is..., I'm only in the shades of grey, Nothing ever changed from the black to white, in the meantime, the GF found a white for herself and the after effects of transformation left me totally grey.
See ya!!
Luv,
Dhinu!
After a long time...
After a long time is because, i dont see myself having posted any blogs off late., that maybe coz, i did not have much to tell the world or even otherwise, all work no play has made this jack a dull boy! So today (to-die) i am forcefully taking some time off from work to blog out something.., as u read., If its on my mind, its in here....
What happens, when your mind is empty ? (Choose the appropriate)
a) An Ideal Mind is the devils workshop
b) Your Mind is never empty
c) A treat to destiny.
Basically, I would go with none of the above options and rather answer this as "You've got a beautiful mind". When your mind is at the least, you've just got a beautiful mind. And probably thats the reason why we love kids and ya, we love puppies too..
First things first.., I found a red nosed guy, found amusing walked upto him and asked.., Dude., wats up wid ur nose., Why is it so red ? Naturally gifted kya ? he replied, Bike chalata hoon... I was like... SO ?? Helmet Pehanta hoon.... Haan.., Compulsary hai.... Tho ?? abbe saale... sabb sunega kya ?? Helmet ka flap bhi daltha hoon... Uff..... Bechara red nosed reindeer.... I thought!!!
One fine day, the socialist in me popped out and said to my collegues who drives and rides "Doston.., We try not to honk tommorrow.., It would decrease the noise pollution... Waise bhi.. Tr. Margaret ne sikaya tha... ONE GOOD DEED A DAY, MAKES A GOOD DAY.. " Cool.., great initiative.. said one of them, I was wider by chest for 1/2 an inch (after a lot of effort) and the next day, one driver comes up and say.., I'm sorry dudes and dudiya, i cudn't just hold it.. HOLD WHAT ?? abt the honks yaar..., itne saare potholes hai.., I cudn't just stop honking at it.. :)
The other day, my friends were all rushing to the medical shop to get a N95. N95 medicals mein.. Zamana kaafi raftaar mein hai... i thought!! The next day, there was a state get 2gether and a N95 union was made... Maaf karna... that happend in Kerala. Now, the last among the least i observed was..., a person with a bad breath would have to tell u the most of secrets in the world.
C ya.,
Luv/Dhinu!
What happens, when your mind is empty ? (Choose the appropriate)
a) An Ideal Mind is the devils workshop
b) Your Mind is never empty
c) A treat to destiny.
Basically, I would go with none of the above options and rather answer this as "You've got a beautiful mind". When your mind is at the least, you've just got a beautiful mind. And probably thats the reason why we love kids and ya, we love puppies too..
First things first.., I found a red nosed guy, found amusing walked upto him and asked.., Dude., wats up wid ur nose., Why is it so red ? Naturally gifted kya ? he replied, Bike chalata hoon... I was like... SO ?? Helmet Pehanta hoon.... Haan.., Compulsary hai.... Tho ?? abbe saale... sabb sunega kya ?? Helmet ka flap bhi daltha hoon... Uff..... Bechara red nosed reindeer.... I thought!!!
One fine day, the socialist in me popped out and said to my collegues who drives and rides "Doston.., We try not to honk tommorrow.., It would decrease the noise pollution... Waise bhi.. Tr. Margaret ne sikaya tha... ONE GOOD DEED A DAY, MAKES A GOOD DAY.. " Cool.., great initiative.. said one of them, I was wider by chest for 1/2 an inch (after a lot of effort) and the next day, one driver comes up and say.., I'm sorry dudes and dudiya, i cudn't just hold it.. HOLD WHAT ?? abt the honks yaar..., itne saare potholes hai.., I cudn't just stop honking at it.. :)
The other day, my friends were all rushing to the medical shop to get a N95. N95 medicals mein.. Zamana kaafi raftaar mein hai... i thought!! The next day, there was a state get 2gether and a N95 union was made... Maaf karna... that happend in Kerala. Now, the last among the least i observed was..., a person with a bad breath would have to tell u the most of secrets in the world.
C ya.,
Luv/Dhinu!
Good Samaritan
It was the friday evening and i started my ride towards home. Coming out from a campus which caters to more than 6000 employees. The guy riding from past me was a guy on a yahama Rx 100, which makes much more than screeching noise and lets outs enough smoke too.
The guy was wearing a racer jacket, which had logos of all different bigges right from AMD to Vodafone. This guy buzzed past me and i had a "Luck go dude..." look towards him, Almost 3 kms away from my office is a railway crossing and around 500 metres before that is a turn towards my destination. This guy, raced far ahead of me and by the time i reached the turning was this person waiting right in between the road.
It caught me by surprise and also for the little fact that the racer kid was standing between the road. He was giving someone a lift. Huh, this guy only managed to stop in between, so that makes me a winner if only this was a race.., I thought. This guy was following the same road that i was following and eventually, i had to wait at the railway crossing for the train to pass. Now, this guy broke the line and went straight ahead, even after the traffic police stopping him in between. The traffic police too would have fallen for his attitude.., i thought! But eventually, this person went all the way ahead, and held the person behind him and another kid and helped them cross the railway crossing and came back to the lane which was ment for crossing the railway gate.
Not for the first time, but i had judged a book by the cover (the looks, the bike etc). Well, I really wanted to pat him and say, You've done a great job buddy. But he was a racer, once the gates opened, he raced off and he was nowhere in visibility when i crossed over.!! But, Dude, incase even by mistake you land up on my blog, "Thank You" for being a human!! I was talking about taking off from ITPL and this incident happend at Hoodi Railway crossing!
============================================
How much do you have to pay for a doctor's visit ? And what if he is a specalist with around 30 years of experience ? Well, nothing less than Rs. 300 - Rs. 500. But things weren't such with a doctor at named Dr. Srinivasa Reddy, Bangalore. His fees is Rs. 20 or Rs.10 (as the article at DNA times said). He is running a dispensary from the last 30 years at a not so common place at Bangalore. He chose that place because, that was the place where most of the construction labourers lived at one point of time. The dispensary is only a 20 x 20 block. They did not have access to any hospitals close by and the doctor himself had to be till a nearby bus stop and later almost 15-20 minutes by foot. He also says, that its just been last year that he could really afford a motor cycle.
http://www.dnaindia.com/bangalore/report_all-in-the-name-of-humanity_1270026
Catch the report here.
Just 50 meters away from this small dispensary was a good big looking hospital of 3 floors, where the doctors doesn't even know what he is treating a patient for.....
Well well well, It makes me feel good to say that there are still human left on this earth, which makes this place much more lively!!
Thank you doctor, and its indeed., all in the name of humanity.
Till next time,
Dinesh!
The guy was wearing a racer jacket, which had logos of all different bigges right from AMD to Vodafone. This guy buzzed past me and i had a "Luck go dude..." look towards him, Almost 3 kms away from my office is a railway crossing and around 500 metres before that is a turn towards my destination. This guy, raced far ahead of me and by the time i reached the turning was this person waiting right in between the road.
It caught me by surprise and also for the little fact that the racer kid was standing between the road. He was giving someone a lift. Huh, this guy only managed to stop in between, so that makes me a winner if only this was a race.., I thought. This guy was following the same road that i was following and eventually, i had to wait at the railway crossing for the train to pass. Now, this guy broke the line and went straight ahead, even after the traffic police stopping him in between. The traffic police too would have fallen for his attitude.., i thought! But eventually, this person went all the way ahead, and held the person behind him and another kid and helped them cross the railway crossing and came back to the lane which was ment for crossing the railway gate.
Not for the first time, but i had judged a book by the cover (the looks, the bike etc). Well, I really wanted to pat him and say, You've done a great job buddy. But he was a racer, once the gates opened, he raced off and he was nowhere in visibility when i crossed over.!! But, Dude, incase even by mistake you land up on my blog, "Thank You" for being a human!! I was talking about taking off from ITPL and this incident happend at Hoodi Railway crossing!
============================================
How much do you have to pay for a doctor's visit ? And what if he is a specalist with around 30 years of experience ? Well, nothing less than Rs. 300 - Rs. 500. But things weren't such with a doctor at named Dr. Srinivasa Reddy, Bangalore. His fees is Rs. 20 or Rs.10 (as the article at DNA times said). He is running a dispensary from the last 30 years at a not so common place at Bangalore. He chose that place because, that was the place where most of the construction labourers lived at one point of time. The dispensary is only a 20 x 20 block. They did not have access to any hospitals close by and the doctor himself had to be till a nearby bus stop and later almost 15-20 minutes by foot. He also says, that its just been last year that he could really afford a motor cycle.
http://www.dnaindia.com/bangalore/report_all-in-the-name-of-humanity_1270026
Catch the report here.
Just 50 meters away from this small dispensary was a good big looking hospital of 3 floors, where the doctors doesn't even know what he is treating a patient for.....
Well well well, It makes me feel good to say that there are still human left on this earth, which makes this place much more lively!!
Thank you doctor, and its indeed., all in the name of humanity.
Till next time,
Dinesh!
Mom... How would you like to see me ?
The 4th std kid is confused on seeing their parents run and hence decided to apply thought to what does he do when he grows up. He has enough time during his summer vacation and hence one fine Sunday afternoon, after mom's shopping & hopping at home and after dad's weekly maintenance schedule which resulted "SUCCESS", the boy took all the courage to ask... " Dad, Mom.. What are you guys upto?, at time you even forget that i am around... I wanted to know, what career should i take up when i grow up... "
Both parents had a tough look, It was bigger than "ONE TIGHT SLAP" on MTV. Looking at the kids age., mom thought of making a joke of it..., " Beta.., Kuch bhi ho..... Housewife matt banna. S/w Engg tho bilkul hi matt banna.." Dad giggled and joined in saying... " Beta, Agar s/w engg bann bhi jaaye... tho weekends mein kaam nahi karna.." The kid started getting a little aggressive.
"Mom, do i have an option ? " asked the kid..
" How about a doctor ? ", That's an option for sure, but you see.., You are too scared to see blood., Moreover, we are anti-violence supporters. We can stand no blood.
Dad had quite an unique idea... " How about a lawyer ?? " for which mom replied.. " There would be blackmailing and at one point or the other, you may have to lie & cheat in pressure..." its no good option!!
"How about a building engineer ? " asked the son.. Thats a fair profession to take up. Mom objected, " I dont want to see my son in the sun, burning it out there., look ahead 20 years from now., you wont be able to cope up with the weather and moreover its going to be so bad outside. "
The kid now started getting irritated, come on mom and dad, i just asked for a simple little question, and you guys are upto discussing all possible negatives of a profession, So we better stop answering the question to what i use, rather, i refine the question to something like this... "How do you think, i should live when i grow up? ". There was a sparkle in the mom's eyes and had already made up the list.
1. Live in a huge bungalow, covered by security, servants and drivers.
2. Have a respecting job, which even have people saluting you when you walk in.
3. The best of all, You have to be creative in all the projects/assignment that you take up.
(the boy is having so many things going in his mind now..., and moreover when bollywood movies are at stake).
4. Dad adds.. The job should be less quantitatively, but quite a competitive one.
Dad was about to add some more, when the kid exclaims... " Major at the army... ". Mom had a turn down on her face and then the kid suddenly realised, oh... we are the non-violent ones...
Looking at the curiosity of the kid..., Dad decided to remain mum, mom let the kid think and he suddenly comes up with a bright idea..., Dad, I wish to be a DON., What ?? Yea, an underworld don!! Are you crazy ? dad exclaimed...
Dad & mom, please dont sallow your words, look at the points that you listed above.., I feel the Don is the right match, moreover, what i would have to do is, sit somewhere in the middle east and give directions to my business partners (suparis)., And then you see SRK, Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi.. Naa mumkin hai...
Beta, aisa nahi kehti.. Don isn't a good man.., remember, we are anti-violent, We need no Khoon-Karaba...
"Okay dad... How about a Neta ? " Asked the kid... Dad was almost covering his face with the hanky., God, where is my kid getting all these ideas from ? You... You..., (pointing towards his wife).
"It wasn't me..., I've not told him anything like that, he must have kept track of the recent elections maybe.. " Said the mom. Beta, Neta is not good too.... He is often in between many chaos of the public, He is sometimes involved in bribes and crimes.. We are still anti-violent.
Gosh, I should not have brought up the topic itself. I am off to play. Parents looked stunned at each other for whatever the kid expelled. In other way, they also started imagining what if he really did what he just said. Both parents were done and out and either of them having no clue as to what to respond when the kid comes back, he comes back with lot of joy and expression...
Dad, I've found out something, which is respecting, demanding and competitive., Dad was stunned..., so was mom... " What the heck would that be.... "
Dad.., "I Want to be a cricketer in India..., "
Both parents had a tough look, It was bigger than "ONE TIGHT SLAP" on MTV. Looking at the kids age., mom thought of making a joke of it..., " Beta.., Kuch bhi ho..... Housewife matt banna. S/w Engg tho bilkul hi matt banna.." Dad giggled and joined in saying... " Beta, Agar s/w engg bann bhi jaaye... tho weekends mein kaam nahi karna.." The kid started getting a little aggressive.
"Mom, do i have an option ? " asked the kid..
" How about a doctor ? ", That's an option for sure, but you see.., You are too scared to see blood., Moreover, we are anti-violence supporters. We can stand no blood.
Dad had quite an unique idea... " How about a lawyer ?? " for which mom replied.. " There would be blackmailing and at one point or the other, you may have to lie & cheat in pressure..." its no good option!!
"How about a building engineer ? " asked the son.. Thats a fair profession to take up. Mom objected, " I dont want to see my son in the sun, burning it out there., look ahead 20 years from now., you wont be able to cope up with the weather and moreover its going to be so bad outside. "
The kid now started getting irritated, come on mom and dad, i just asked for a simple little question, and you guys are upto discussing all possible negatives of a profession, So we better stop answering the question to what i use, rather, i refine the question to something like this... "How do you think, i should live when i grow up? ". There was a sparkle in the mom's eyes and had already made up the list.
1. Live in a huge bungalow, covered by security, servants and drivers.
2. Have a respecting job, which even have people saluting you when you walk in.
3. The best of all, You have to be creative in all the projects/assignment that you take up.
(the boy is having so many things going in his mind now..., and moreover when bollywood movies are at stake).
4. Dad adds.. The job should be less quantitatively, but quite a competitive one.
Dad was about to add some more, when the kid exclaims... " Major at the army... ". Mom had a turn down on her face and then the kid suddenly realised, oh... we are the non-violent ones...
Looking at the curiosity of the kid..., Dad decided to remain mum, mom let the kid think and he suddenly comes up with a bright idea..., Dad, I wish to be a DON., What ?? Yea, an underworld don!! Are you crazy ? dad exclaimed...
Dad & mom, please dont sallow your words, look at the points that you listed above.., I feel the Don is the right match, moreover, what i would have to do is, sit somewhere in the middle east and give directions to my business partners (suparis)., And then you see SRK, Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahi.. Naa mumkin hai...
Beta, aisa nahi kehti.. Don isn't a good man.., remember, we are anti-violent, We need no Khoon-Karaba...
"Okay dad... How about a Neta ? " Asked the kid... Dad was almost covering his face with the hanky., God, where is my kid getting all these ideas from ? You... You..., (pointing towards his wife).
"It wasn't me..., I've not told him anything like that, he must have kept track of the recent elections maybe.. " Said the mom. Beta, Neta is not good too.... He is often in between many chaos of the public, He is sometimes involved in bribes and crimes.. We are still anti-violent.
Gosh, I should not have brought up the topic itself. I am off to play. Parents looked stunned at each other for whatever the kid expelled. In other way, they also started imagining what if he really did what he just said. Both parents were done and out and either of them having no clue as to what to respond when the kid comes back, he comes back with lot of joy and expression...
Dad, I've found out something, which is respecting, demanding and competitive., Dad was stunned..., so was mom... " What the heck would that be.... "
Dad.., "I Want to be a cricketer in India..., "
Why specifically India ???...
Till next time..!!The art of saying a "NO"
How often do we come across times in our life, when we expect a YES and it turns out to be a NO. A NO is so so disappointing. Some are even life taking ones. There's a little difference between us and the western. We although try to be western in everyday life, can't really get over this simple factor. We Indians can never say a NO or atleast have a royal way of saying a NO. There is a pick from Ronan Keating's song... " You say it best..., when you say nothing at all.." How more royally can you ask someone to "S H U T U P".
A nod of the head in left to right and right to left means a NO for us, and thats what we hate to hear. We as humans long to see your head travelling from top to bot and bot to top. Right from indian players appealing to the umpires to proposing a gal. Off late, i had received a case, which was definitely out of my area, but not living with the art of saying a NO, i went out to other areas to seek information and replied the person with a satisfactory answer. Similiar was not the response when i requested some information from my onsite counter parts. It was a BLUNT NO from their end.
Luckily, my manager was a person who has spend a decade at onsite and explained me the condition and asked me not to feed bad about it. It seems its not a real issue. For them, there is a line drawn and said, this is my limit and the other part doesn't belong to me. Now, I'm into much more dilemma, thats because i have to often mix my work and personal life together. Thats happening accidentally. I am allowed to work from home and by default some things at home needs my attention even when i am working.
A nod of the head in left to right and right to left means a NO for us, and thats what we hate to hear. We as humans long to see your head travelling from top to bot and bot to top. Right from indian players appealing to the umpires to proposing a gal. Off late, i had received a case, which was definitely out of my area, but not living with the art of saying a NO, i went out to other areas to seek information and replied the person with a satisfactory answer. Similiar was not the response when i requested some information from my onsite counter parts. It was a BLUNT NO from their end.
Luckily, my manager was a person who has spend a decade at onsite and explained me the condition and asked me not to feed bad about it. It seems its not a real issue. For them, there is a line drawn and said, this is my limit and the other part doesn't belong to me. Now, I'm into much more dilemma, thats because i have to often mix my work and personal life together. Thats happening accidentally. I am allowed to work from home and by default some things at home needs my attention even when i am working.
Well Well, There are even unique ways of saying a NO., remember the pepsi ad off late ? " I CAN"T HEAR YOU!!..." Or probably another way of saying a NO is what our Netas do at the Assembly.. A SHORT NAP!! Which one do you prefer ???
As i in the office (Where, I can yawn without any bothering....), I'm almost saying a NOOOOOO now!!
Luv,
Dhinu!!!
The Sunflower Boy!!!
Surya had it in his eyes, the charm, the innocence of a good teen boy!. Perhaps, he was too attached to flowers to take up sunflower selling as an option!. This little teenager was gods gift to the village, if not for any other good deeds, for the occupation that he had. He was a sunflower vendor.
Nobody knew where did Surya come from, Whenever asked to him, where he came from? he had only to talk about paddy fields that he crossed, the streams and at the end pointed towards the mountain to say, he crossed over. The boy had more than a vendor touch to him. He greeted all his customer with a smile and wish, at the age of non-customer-centric age, he did atleast thank all his customers!! The daily earnings helped him meet both ends, but he had a vision of being a bigger businessman. But, for the village that he was in, the sunflowers were brought only by children and few adults, that too, only on special occasions.
His luck changed on a cloudy day, It was a the village King's anniversary. Surya made the first and best bouquet of his life. He designed the bouquet so well that admist all the gifts, the king picked up Surya's bouquet. This not only changed the fortune of his business, but also gave enough reason for another shopkeepers to allow surya put a stall in front of his shop.
The sun flower boy had the sun shining on his fate. But everyone was still eager to know, where did surya come from and what did he do before coming to this tiny village ? All that anyone could manage to gather was the same piece of information that he had to share by pointing towards the mountains. He was never known as Surya anymore. He was called the SUNFLOWER BOY!. His shop being right in the centre of the village, he was more socially involved in the village activities.
There was no common matter in the village which must have not passed the Sunflower Boy's ears. On one such occasion, there was a decision to be taken on letting the nearby dam water flow through the village. The villagers were happy as it would benefit the crop, but none really bothering much towards the risk which was involved. Surya, at once took a note of the low-lying area in the village and recommended it to the king. During the rains, the low lying area was almost washed out, without the dam being let open, one could have imagined the scenario of these area with the dam water let open.
Surya, now not only became a good businessman, but earned respect for his thought too. The villagers felt blessed to be having a person like him around. Any serious concerns used to be definitely given a thought and the best of solution came out through surya. He was a gem in all aspects. In a general village meeting, Surya was awarded by the king for all his good work. As a general question, a king asked him to be his advisor.
Surya was in a state of shock, He wasn't educated and did not know what is the pious duty of an advisor to the king. Hence he replied,
"Your Majesty., Thank you for the offer.., But your subject needs a better and educated advisor unlike me..".
King then asked, "What would you then like to be? "
Surya : "I'd always been selling sunflowers and always wish to do so, until i'm good health wise".
Villagers felt, Surya was perfect fit for the job, but his conscience said, he wasn't. Surya asked many questions to himself., Why can't i be the right one? is it because he wasn't really fit for the job or was it the fear of erring at job during difficult circumstances ? He always thought, Its only the fear thats stopping him saving his village. Due to the intensity of the job, many advisor to the king had been replaced on and off., but Surya still continued giving his piece of advises whenever needed.
Years and years passed with this trend, Although Surya was not the official advisor, he helped everyone with the possible way that he could. His days were almost ending, Surya did not leave behind a family or anyone. Although, he was too tired to run his sunflower shop, the king did not leave surya unattended. He was looked after by the kings servants. It was finally days for him to join the majority. The last rites were conducted with all the villagers present. He had not left a will to anybody, nor did he want any wishes to be fulfilled.., but the villagers did leave a sunflower everyday at his tomb... Indeed a SUNFLOWER for a SUNFLOWER BOY!!!
Nobody knew where did Surya come from, Whenever asked to him, where he came from? he had only to talk about paddy fields that he crossed, the streams and at the end pointed towards the mountain to say, he crossed over. The boy had more than a vendor touch to him. He greeted all his customer with a smile and wish, at the age of non-customer-centric age, he did atleast thank all his customers!! The daily earnings helped him meet both ends, but he had a vision of being a bigger businessman. But, for the village that he was in, the sunflowers were brought only by children and few adults, that too, only on special occasions.
His luck changed on a cloudy day, It was a the village King's anniversary. Surya made the first and best bouquet of his life. He designed the bouquet so well that admist all the gifts, the king picked up Surya's bouquet. This not only changed the fortune of his business, but also gave enough reason for another shopkeepers to allow surya put a stall in front of his shop.
The sun flower boy had the sun shining on his fate. But everyone was still eager to know, where did surya come from and what did he do before coming to this tiny village ? All that anyone could manage to gather was the same piece of information that he had to share by pointing towards the mountains. He was never known as Surya anymore. He was called the SUNFLOWER BOY!. His shop being right in the centre of the village, he was more socially involved in the village activities.
There was no common matter in the village which must have not passed the Sunflower Boy's ears. On one such occasion, there was a decision to be taken on letting the nearby dam water flow through the village. The villagers were happy as it would benefit the crop, but none really bothering much towards the risk which was involved. Surya, at once took a note of the low-lying area in the village and recommended it to the king. During the rains, the low lying area was almost washed out, without the dam being let open, one could have imagined the scenario of these area with the dam water let open.
Surya, now not only became a good businessman, but earned respect for his thought too. The villagers felt blessed to be having a person like him around. Any serious concerns used to be definitely given a thought and the best of solution came out through surya. He was a gem in all aspects. In a general village meeting, Surya was awarded by the king for all his good work. As a general question, a king asked him to be his advisor.
Surya was in a state of shock, He wasn't educated and did not know what is the pious duty of an advisor to the king. Hence he replied,
"Your Majesty., Thank you for the offer.., But your subject needs a better and educated advisor unlike me..".
King then asked, "What would you then like to be? "
Surya : "I'd always been selling sunflowers and always wish to do so, until i'm good health wise".
Villagers felt, Surya was perfect fit for the job, but his conscience said, he wasn't. Surya asked many questions to himself., Why can't i be the right one? is it because he wasn't really fit for the job or was it the fear of erring at job during difficult circumstances ? He always thought, Its only the fear thats stopping him saving his village. Due to the intensity of the job, many advisor to the king had been replaced on and off., but Surya still continued giving his piece of advises whenever needed.
Years and years passed with this trend, Although Surya was not the official advisor, he helped everyone with the possible way that he could. His days were almost ending, Surya did not leave behind a family or anyone. Although, he was too tired to run his sunflower shop, the king did not leave surya unattended. He was looked after by the kings servants. It was finally days for him to join the majority. The last rites were conducted with all the villagers present. He had not left a will to anybody, nor did he want any wishes to be fulfilled.., but the villagers did leave a sunflower everyday at his tomb... Indeed a SUNFLOWER for a SUNFLOWER BOY!!!
Sea-Link, Connecting the upper Mumbai..
June 30th, A dream come true for almost every mumbaikars. The site which was a shooting point for almost every mumbai based movie. We could have seen the progression from RBGG (Raju Ban gaya Gentleman) to JTYJN (Jaane Tu ya Jaane na). Mumbai has almost become NOKIA (Connecting people)., But to let u know.. "Nothing on this earth comes for free..."
This is an amazing stretch, But this is the stretch without halt, You cannot halt on the bridge! Amazingly the toll is Rs. 50 / side, which is quite fine looking at the mumbai traffic and moreover when the bridge boasts of having covering the 40 minutes (8 kms) stretch in 7 minutes (5.6 Kms). The bridge is however not open to 2 wheelers, 3 wheelers and trucks. So in short, only cars and buses can take this path.
Lets calculate a little, based on a small car that we may use for travelling.
Alto (Mileage of Avg 16 Km/litre, 5.6 x 2 = 11.2 kms (two ways) which is less than 1 lt of petrol, hardly, Rs. 40 twoways + Rs. 100 2 way toll makes it Rs. 140. Monthly Expense Approx Rs. 3080)
Alto (Mileage of Avg 16 Km/litre, 8x 2 = 16 kms (two ways) which equal to 1 lt of petrol, hardly, Rs. 48 twoways + Rs. 0 toll makes it Rs. 48. Monthly Expense Rs. 1056.)
All that you can do is save time at the expense of Rs. 2000, which could be used for partying, again spent from pocket.
Look from the other prespective, the governments eye. They expect a 1,20,000 vehicles using this road daily, Out of which they'd be expecting a crowd of 80K to be using this road daily, which makes it average 80K x 50 = Rs. 4000K. That makes it 40 Lakhs daily. From the above calculations, seems like Goverment would be able to recover the total expindeture in less than 12 years apart from maintenance of the bridge.
With the fuel price already hiked by Rs. 4 and bikers not allowed on the bridge, i hope our government manages to pull it out or else, it would be once again the government coming down hard on the pockets of us tax payers. Meanwhile, there is something to cheer about for Mr. Rajendra Chauhan. He was the first and hopefully the last biker to be using the bridge., Catch him up here.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOn68B5Tqjc&feature=channel
In the meanwhile, This blog owner has started looking out for a 2nd hand car in mumbai or a rich gal from mumbai, who can gift the blog owner a car and also afford to have Rs. 150 (for toll and fuel) in her wallet..
Do wave to me if you see me on the bridge of fortune....
This is an amazing stretch, But this is the stretch without halt, You cannot halt on the bridge! Amazingly the toll is Rs. 50 / side, which is quite fine looking at the mumbai traffic and moreover when the bridge boasts of having covering the 40 minutes (8 kms) stretch in 7 minutes (5.6 Kms). The bridge is however not open to 2 wheelers, 3 wheelers and trucks. So in short, only cars and buses can take this path.
Lets calculate a little, based on a small car that we may use for travelling.
Alto (Mileage of Avg 16 Km/litre, 5.6 x 2 = 11.2 kms (two ways) which is less than 1 lt of petrol, hardly, Rs. 40 twoways + Rs. 100 2 way toll makes it Rs. 140. Monthly Expense Approx Rs. 3080)
Alto (Mileage of Avg 16 Km/litre, 8x 2 = 16 kms (two ways) which equal to 1 lt of petrol, hardly, Rs. 48 twoways + Rs. 0 toll makes it Rs. 48. Monthly Expense Rs. 1056.)
All that you can do is save time at the expense of Rs. 2000, which could be used for partying, again spent from pocket.
Look from the other prespective, the governments eye. They expect a 1,20,000 vehicles using this road daily, Out of which they'd be expecting a crowd of 80K to be using this road daily, which makes it average 80K x 50 = Rs. 4000K. That makes it 40 Lakhs daily. From the above calculations, seems like Goverment would be able to recover the total expindeture in less than 12 years apart from maintenance of the bridge.
With the fuel price already hiked by Rs. 4 and bikers not allowed on the bridge, i hope our government manages to pull it out or else, it would be once again the government coming down hard on the pockets of us tax payers. Meanwhile, there is something to cheer about for Mr. Rajendra Chauhan. He was the first and hopefully the last biker to be using the bridge., Catch him up here.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOn68B5Tqjc&feature=channel
In the meanwhile, This blog owner has started looking out for a 2nd hand car in mumbai or a rich gal from mumbai, who can gift the blog owner a car and also afford to have Rs. 150 (for toll and fuel) in her wallet..
Do wave to me if you see me on the bridge of fortune....
"Moon" soon
Well well, just imagine me off the daily traffic, where food is always in the air and me too in the air, just like as if i was in the moon. All the fools in the world would be astronauts. Dont be amused, I am not pointing out that someday we'll all be the intellectual ones., but just pointing fingers at the weather.
"Rain Rain go away.. " was the ryhme that we learnt in our kintergarden days, do we really want to recite that at the need of the hour ? I am sure that would soon be boycotted from the KG. We also learnt about faith of a little boy, who went to the temple with an umbrella when people gathered to pray for the rain.
Seems like rain gods aren't really amused with the faith of the little boy or they're still asleep. Imagine without rains...
a) No more "Tap tap barsa paani.., Baarish mein aag lagaai."
b) Mumbai local trains running ON TIME, no more display of 00:00 hours on the display board at the railway stations.
c) All the morons who never bathed for the last 8 months, would be off bath for 12 more months.
d) Chennai wouldn't need a boat to travel to office.
Now, those that i would personally miss...
a) Woh kaske pakadthi thi..... With the rains and lightning, used to often receive hugs from the beside.
b) Cutting chai with rain dripping.., it is just amazing...
c) Can't share umbrella with the gal next door....
d) It was a good enough reason to ask the gal sitting beside me in the office... "So.., did you get wet today?? "
Gods, Please ignore what little Johnny has to do on a rainy day, Rain Rain please dont go to spain. Rain rain please come and drip us wet.... if not for what i wrote in the first para... atleast for the second.....
Luv...,
A bin badal ke barsaat...
"Rain Rain go away.. " was the ryhme that we learnt in our kintergarden days, do we really want to recite that at the need of the hour ? I am sure that would soon be boycotted from the KG. We also learnt about faith of a little boy, who went to the temple with an umbrella when people gathered to pray for the rain.
Seems like rain gods aren't really amused with the faith of the little boy or they're still asleep. Imagine without rains...
a) No more "Tap tap barsa paani.., Baarish mein aag lagaai."
b) Mumbai local trains running ON TIME, no more display of 00:00 hours on the display board at the railway stations.
c) All the morons who never bathed for the last 8 months, would be off bath for 12 more months.
d) Chennai wouldn't need a boat to travel to office.
Now, those that i would personally miss...
a) Woh kaske pakadthi thi..... With the rains and lightning, used to often receive hugs from the beside.
b) Cutting chai with rain dripping.., it is just amazing...
c) Can't share umbrella with the gal next door....
d) It was a good enough reason to ask the gal sitting beside me in the office... "So.., did you get wet today?? "
Gods, Please ignore what little Johnny has to do on a rainy day, Rain Rain please dont go to spain. Rain rain please come and drip us wet.... if not for what i wrote in the first para... atleast for the second.....
Luv...,
A bin badal ke barsaat...
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