Thursday, December 31, 2009

Thank You Aradhna


This is what was said by Aradhna Gupta after the court gave its verdict, "I told her, we have done it. But, the war is still on," she says. "She still looks sad. I hope I can make her smile soon."

A 14 year old girl is not even fully developed to attract someone sexually and I don't know what D.I.G saw in Ruchika but all I know is that I want to oblige and say thanks to Aradhna.

Thank You Aradhna!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Common Man

Once upon a time in my college,there was a 'guy' in our just junior batch. I met him in a bus when I was going back to home during my second year days.

Oue batch was very dangerous/stupid batch and some of the brave 'men' from our batch used to fight every now and then. Some times the events were inter-year and sometimes they were intra-year as well.

Now this 'guy' was the perfect example of a common man. Whenever anyone would fight anywhere inside the college premises [sometimes outside also] he was the first one to be beaten up. His seniors, his juniors and his batch-mates, everyone had an opportunity to kick/slap/punch him for absolutely no fault of his. His only fault was that he was a common guy with common friends with no uncommon property. When I was in my final year, our batch had an ordeal with 'his' batch. He was drinking somewhere in the jungles, he appeared from nowhere and when he realized the situation, he found himself in the middle of the ring where everyone slammed him badly :D :D

When I was in Satyam, Bangalore, I got a news that he had been expelled from the hostel because no one knew why. Once he was coming back from his vaccations and some people beat him at the bus-stand. :P

What a fucking loser he was!!!

I was just wondering, what is he doing? Is he alive?
Was he ever alive?
I don't know but whenever I see a common man, that sight reminds me of that 'guy'.

P.S: It's Real, he existed once. Now I don't know

Monday, October 19, 2009

Mini Trip's Mini Diary

On my birthday = 12 October, I left for Chandigarh because my sister was to be operated for Pancreatic Calculi Stone at P.G.I and presence of an extremely intelligent+talented young man (me) was mandatory there to deal with the government officials. I started at 18:45 and the bus belonged to Haryana State Roadways. Following are the important observations made by me:

1. Every one is scared of the Man Behind the Counter: The man behind the counter is the most dangerous thing one can ever see. Every creature calls him "sir" and he never listens or answers to anyone. Railways, Airways, Post Office, Roadways, BSNL the counter man can be found anywhere and believe me he is the most "on-the-spot" respected person on earth. There used to be a teacher in my college and he used to scare every single child in his class. Even he was saying "sir" to him and counter-man did not reply to him. Counter-man scolded him and I was laughing at his face. :D
The counter man asked me,"tujhe kya chahiye= what do you want?"
I replied,"Entertainment". That made me board the other state's bus because after the answer I gave there was no chance of me getting a ticket from him.

2. When we were about to reach Chandigarh, the bus conductor and driver shouted at the top of their voices that Chandigarh people get down as soon as possible. I and six other poor souls boarded down, half asleep half disturbed, and we found that he had thrown us in the middle of nowhere and that place was at least 10 k.m away from Chandigarh :D Luckily I found one auto at 1 A.M. He charged me 100 INR, the bus fare from Hamirpur to Chandigarh was 140 INR :(, poor me. The auto was running just behind that bus and auto driver kept telling me," This is your bus. This is your bus!" :P Life is an unbalanced equation :)

3. In P.G.I, for the first time in my Life, I saw a doctor behaving like a doctor. Endoscopy is a very painful experience and doctors are really doing a good job. I heard people crying, shouting when the wire was inserted into their mouth and being a doctor requires highest level of patience.

4. On women oriented festivals like Karwachauth, Rakhi and other related festivals, ladies do not have to pay any fare while travelling through Himachal Roadways buses. This is injustice and partiality. How can they say that,"Ladka-ladki ek samaan", when they reserve seats and provide free travelling passes for women? But let them travel for free, government is busy collecting votes for the next election, why do they care? :-|

5. I would be writing for a Hindi news paper :)

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Tata Docomo by Architect Naveen Kiran "Kooloo"

This is an Animation Video designed by my friend studying at IIT Bombay :)
The "irregular" shapes are girls and "systematic" figures are guys :)
Hope you will like it and if you do then please rate and comment.







Koollooo you rock. \m/ \m/ \m/

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

And We Did It....

Long ago, actually not so long ago when I was college, there lived a poor mess-worker next to us. He used to come to our room, talk to us, tell about his kids and lastly about his problems. He told us that he had been working in the college since 1986, which actually is the starting year of N.I.T Hamirpur, and all he gets [in 2008] is 2000 INR only and once he leaves the college [mess] he will get no retirement money, no rewards for his service.

Me, JP & Karma listened to him and we told him that we will do something about it. Later on, all of us started doing the same shitty business of ours, everything except studies. After one week, that fellow died, I was coming back after failing in the exam and I found his name on the noticeboard. As, I did not know his name, I slept peacefully that after-noon, but in the evening JP told me that he was "he". And that night, three of us could not sleep... :(

May be we feel more pissed off, if someone dies, when we know someone. There is no absolute love left in this world, I guess. It is relative, had he not talked to us, we would have done the same old things without giving a single thought about him. So he died, leaving nothing but a cruel fucking world for his family.

That night, KARMA and JP smoked some thousand cigarettes, and I cursed them badly for it and we decided to start Mess Worker Welfare Fund, which will take 20 INR from all the students and will be distributed among the needy mess workers from time to time. We got into action that day only and got signatures done from all the 1000(approx.) students within one week, some people asked to reduce the amount from 20 to 5 INR. But good people and bad people co-exist, so never mind. Lastly, we were sitting in front of all the Professors, wardens and Deans with the proposal we prepared. Some fools tried to oppose us, till date I don't know why, may be I = WE did not have good marks, as marks are very important criteria to be able to respect your self in my college :D

We left college with very very very heavy heart as we could not get the job done.Our worthy teachers could not approve our proposal as they did not have guts enough to approve it.They wanted to get it approved from some higher authority and they from someone even higher than them. That dead person's image haunted me for a very long time but I guess today is the day of happiness. It is done, I don't know how it happened, neither I want to know. The job is done and "WE" did it.

R.I.P Old Man
We still blame ourselves as we could not do anything for you when you were alive :(

Monday, August 10, 2009

Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearing' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Bob Dylan sang this song for me :)
Vijaywada, I am coming, Tambourine Man you rock!!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Schizophrenic Aggarwal~The Murderer~The Contractor


After coming from Sikkim, I came to Hamirpur and found [he is a treaure worth founding, not meeting] Aggarwal~The Contractor~The Murderer. Today I will let you know about this amazing creature of GOD, although I don't think GOD exists, but if he does, he would be pleased to take the credit of creating this amazing human~being. He drinks all day, all night, he drinks effortlessly, he drinks by borrowing money from the "under 14” kids working in the "dhaba" where I used to dine. Once he is drunk, he is on the top of the world, he is a king, although every second drunkard is a king, but he is great.


I have seen a wide variety of drunkards in my Life. My dad, he was a commission agent for me and my twin brother. Every time we will screen his bottle from mom, we were rewarded 2 INR each, in 95-96. Then comes Karma, he rocks; he will drink a glass full of wine/whiskey/daaru, without mixing anything into it [no soda, no water and no nothing] in a single go and then will ask for the second glass and so on. He always preferred a full bottle for himself and it was a ritual to finish that bottle on the same day. Last but not the least comes Nair, a colleague in Satyam, he used to drink directly from the bottle, just the way I and you drink Amul Kool from bottle.He was the undisputed champion but Aggarwal outranked him.


Aggarwal is utterly different. He is a complete human being, he visualizes his dreams and he keeps converting dreams into reality. Although, personally I feel that every human being is a schizophrenic, but he is a master of this art. Last Saturday, he told me that he gave his sisters 2500 each as a “rakhi” present. Five minutes later, he was telling the same story to another guy and the amount was 5k each, very next day, he caught me and this time story was same and amount was 10k each, you see multiplicative growth. Even Bill Gates, Warren Buffet are not able to grow at such a rate. Noticeable thing here is that the number of girls was fixed (2), however the amount kept on growing at an exponential rate.


Yesterday only, he was seeking my advice on how and where to buy land in Himachal. I also wanted some entertainment, so I deliberately said, “What is your budget?” He replied,” Arey, money is not a problem; I can invest up to 10 crores. I just want enough land to open a hotel and a bar and a college” That day he borrowed money from under-14 working kids of the dhaba . :)

Usually he drinks one full bottle of “desi~daaru”, and when he is happy or sad, the count sometimes go to 2-3. One fine day he was drunk badly and was crying in the rain, cursing all the people in the world. All of a sudden he got up and boarded the next bus to Delhi, as he [possibly] hails from Delhi. Now it takes 10-11 hours by bus to reach Delhi by road and same to come back. So the sum is 22 hours, provided you don’t do anything and just come back from the bus station. He boarded the bus, and within a span of 18 hours he was back. Surprisingly, he came back on a scooter from Delhi, totally drunk. That day onwards, he has earned respect of a lot of people, although I don’t believe that he went to Delhi, but the scooter with a Delhi number plate is a testimony of that. This was indeed an inhuman task.


He says that he has murdered a lot of people in Delhi and he is not allowed to stay there. He says he is working as a contractor here in N.I.T Hamirpur, however in reality he is a “munshi”,accountant type.


He says that he will give me the job as I am jobless. He thinks he is the best manager in the world... And believe me nothing can stop him from dreaming, not even his deteriorating health condition, his poverty. He never gives a fuck. Whatever he dreams, he just realizes it by telling it to the people he meets, moreover he is not a “sharabi dreamer” because he keeps a scope of expansion always, as he did by increasing the amount of “rakhi-present”. He knows his goal in life and if he continues this way, in near future he will definitely achieve the goal.


Conclusion: Aggarwal is great and he reminds me of Calvin, actually Calvin had his mom to stop him, but this fellow is just unstoppable. Rock on man, you are the king.


P.S: I have never tasted daaru in my life but The Company of Drunkards makes me feel like them, at times, so I pretty much understand their condition and feelings.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Some More Old Day(s) Memories :)








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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा

Hope, you remember this. If not, then you are not an Indian, because this is what makes an Indian an Indian :)
Actually it has nothing to do with India or Afghanistan or Uganda, it is just a sweet childhood memory.

I was mesmerized to see this video after so many years. I had goose bumps, I watched it 22 times since morning and I love it.




I don't know why have they stopped airing all these beautiful videos nowadays, because these are the real times to "milao sur" with each other.
Doordarshan was not that bad.
Doordarshan rocks :)
Go Here for your e-Signatures, it is koooooool :)

P.S: The tourism is still on, going to Vijaywada on 11 till 18.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

An Interview with Mayawati

A Crazy Interview with a CRAZY Personality............

TG: Hi madam, I am pleased to have an opportunity to talk to you.
Mayawati: I am also bery much pleazed to meet you, flashes her yellow colored handbag, and her gold bangles. (Bright Yellow Color Sucks)
TG: Can I address you as Maya?
Mayawati: Yeah sure, but then you have to pay me 5,000 INR.
TG(perplexed): But I am not as rich as you and moreover I don't have 5 INR's, forget about 5000.

Mayawati: Then call me Madam, I love to be respected.
TG: But respect can not be demanded, I guess.
Mayawati: When you are a "dalit", you have to demand it.
TG: But that was the story of 1960's. Now the time has changed and if it has not, then you are the one to be blamed for it. You guys are running the governments in States and Country, and you are busy erecting scarecrows. :D
Mayawati(Looking towards Raja Bhaiya): I hope you are not hinting towards my latest venture.
TG(Looking towards Raja Bhaiya and realising the truth of Life): No, I am not.
Mayawati:Good, you understand almost everything.
TG: So, what are your future plans? What do you intend to do for the growth of country?
Mayawati: I demand "DALITLAND"?
TG(WTF Expression): What is that?
Maywati: That is similar to "Gorkhaland in Darjeeling, Marathaland in Maharashtra, Bodoland in Nagaland". This is fight for the right.
TG: But, how can you decide right and wrong without taking everyone into consideration. Tommorow I will demand "sundernagarland", Emraan Hashmi will demand "flatland", then what will we do?

Mayawati: Dude, who runs the show?
TG(a perfect loser look): You do, Madam.
Mayawati: Then who decides right and wrong?
TG: You do, madam.
Mayawati: Good, bery goooood.
TG: How will this "Dalitland" look like? Will it be in India or some other country or planet?
Mayawati: We are planning to convert half of the INDIA into dalitland, because the way I am asking for reservations only dalits will be left in this country, so we need large area to live like non-dalits.
TG: What about the poor dalits of the country?
Maywati: We are trying to help them by giving them additional reservations in buses, trains, jobs. Recently we have made it mandatory to reserve seats for dalit's in Private Jobs as well.
TG: But these things come after education. Where are education related measures?
Mayawati: That is not our job. It is central government's job.
TG: How much time will it take to reach at the same level as non-dalit's?
Mayawati: We are trying to figure it out by bringing in more and more reservations. Earlier, the temples were banned for dalit's, now we are making it sure that 33 percent of the pujari's are dalit's. We know, how to pay in the same coin. (Smiles and Lo! Yellow Teeth Flash, Flash, Flash)
TG(trying to relate the answer with question) : But is it not the same mistake which lead our country to an abysmal [ass] hole?
Maywati: All I am concerned about is a Dalit, the way Sangh's and Parishad's are concerned about Hindu's only, so I am no different.
TG: Thanks a lot.
Mayawati: These type of thanks do not work with me. When you leave from here, just next to the gate, there is a cash counter, donate whatever you want to, that will be the thanks accepted heartily. Minimum amount is 5001.
TG leaves scratching his head like a fucking loser.

Moral of the Story: We learn from history that we don't learn from history.

P.S: No criticism, it is all fun. I don't care about dalit's, hindu's, muslim's etc. etc., Actually deep down inside, no body does.
It has nothing to do with any famous personality :P

Monday, June 22, 2009

Satyam Saga

This is the first time I am going public with the name of the company I used to work with, although most of the understanding people understood that the company was Satyam, but now it is time to say something :D
Day of Joining, the day I was supposed to sign the bond, I wanted to leave but could not. Later on I realized that I am a Satyam employee who has signed a bond against 2Lakh INR/- for 2 years, so I could not even think about leaving.
Why I wanted to leave?-Because I knew my strengths as far as software programming was concerned and I did not want to belittle myself, as I love myself the most in this universe.
Then, Why did I join?- Because I wanted to see how big the big corporate world is.(to my amazement, nothing is big out there, almost half of the software industry says this)

So I ended up in Satyam Technology Park in a room where I sulked for 4 months. They trained an ass like me on various things which were beyond my scope, they gave me 20-24k per month which I spent on buying tonnes of books.
Now comes the interesting part, we were a batch of 26 people from various N.I.T's and BITS Pilani. Our managers used to repeat again and again that we will be sent directly to the client location [America], so we should work hard. Me and few other hyper-intelligent beings like me always knew that this is all bull~crap, so we never took that seriously, however some studious type kids took that seriously and worked like dogs and cats and monkeys and donkeys :D

Ultimately, what did they get, a kick in the face by the Satyam's Ill Management. I quit my job, so did another 2-3 people but the rest of the team was thrown out of the company for no fault of theirs.
By the time training was about to end, our managers had no clue what to do with us. Some of them said, you will go to Pune(Head Domain Office), some said to Client Location [:D] and those who were true and honest told us directly,"Nobody knows what to do with you guys."
That was the moment when a lot of guys turned violent and hopeful altogether.

Then we were sent to the Big City Bangalore, with a HUGE relocation amount. Just because we were given HUGE relocation amount, people thought we will be given a project(which I knew, will never happen) Finally, we saw, I pray, no one should see in his/her life.
A big office was there, but with not enough seats/chairs for the employees.
A large number of employees, with no work at all.
A huge bench(Reserve Strength of Employees) which seemed to me, a permanent one.
A lot of Software Engineers, roaming here and there like dogs with no computers(Can you believe this!!) at all.
People were "free" for the last 12-15-18 months and those assholes were still waiting for their "Projects". After graduating from one of the best Institutes of the country, no one wants to see "this."However, deep in my heart, I know that no body can change the Indian Service Sector Scenario.

I had fun in Bangalore, as I lived the full month with my girlfriend.
We searched for a flat in Bangalore, and towards the end of the month we were able to find a good~nice~cheap flat, we paid the token money for it and LO! Satyam Management says that we have to leave for Pune immediately. The token money was, no doubt, eaten up by the to~be landlord.
I was more than happy to leave Bangalore. I still thank Satyam that they made me see a lot of places in the country.

As we moved out of Bangalore, again people clinged to their false hopes of getting a Project. The reason that was given for our shifting to Pune was," Because of some miss~communication you guys are in Bangalore. However you were supposed to be in Pune, so this is the time to go."
Now that is enough, are you running a Goddamn Company or a Jumbo Circus???
But as usual, I was happy. One more city in my cap. Then came the final blow to the "Project Hopes". Ramalinga Uncle had struck and it was a hard blow. I was, as usual, happy again :)
After being a tourist for 9 months, in fact a paid tourist, it was time to go home and Rama Uncle gave me a chance to leave the company without paying 2Lakh INR/- I quit my job and was a free bird again.

The moment Ramalinga resigned, all hell broke lose, I don't know how, but he was managing the company very well, paying all the existing as well as non~existing employees without work.
But as soon as he fell down, people lost their brains and started working with double force and power but later on they were sacked by the unknown management.
No sympathies here, all is well with everyone I know and I pray the same for all I don't know, because it is always better to face the worse as early as possible.
Life is and will be Beautiful for all of the sacked souls :)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The Shoe Stoppers

The Sikkim trip refreshed all my childhood memories. In train when I was struggling against the talented people of U.P. and Bihar, The Upper Berth reminded me of my misdeeds. What goes around that comes around, someone said, I guess that is correct.
Here it goes......
Once upon a time me and my twin brother were going to Chandigarh for our NDA test, the buses on the Manali-Delhi route were as usual over crowded, so both of us boarded a Volvo Bus, and if you ever had the fun/chance to ride the Volvo, you better know that all you can do is close your eyes and you will get up only at your destination. As a matter of fact, that was our very first chance to get inside The Volvo, so we were excited and in that excitement my brother removed his slippers, which actually belonged to my father and he had borrowed them after forcing dad to remove them [what a way of borrowing!!]. He kept his legs on the back of the next seat and slept as if bus belonged to our dad. Later on when we both got up, we realized that we were about to reach Chandigarh, so then he started looking for his slippers. I repeatedly kept warning him that you will loose them and he lost them finally :)
They were, no doubt, in the bus only but we were too shy to go beneath each and every seat and request the sleeping Elite Class Passengers to help us. So then the Thieves popped out of no where and told us,"Why don't steal the shoes of the passenger in the next seat? It is easy, simple and moreover he can afford another pair easily :)" [Of course, we could have also got a new pair but at 12 midnight it was out of question, so we decided his sacrifice for us :)]

I extended my feet and in a flash his shoes were on our side. Luckily, it was exactly the same size, so the moment bus entered the bus stand, we covered his [my brothers] feet and almost jumped out of the running bus. Later on my brother said that it was unfair, so he decided to walk barefoot and sacrifice back the shoes but the bus was almost out of the stand and we equally shared the "paap"[sin]

Now comes the best part. The hardest part was to convince Dad, so while writing the test I cooked up one story, no doubt I couldn't clear the test, as I was sleeping and laughing throughout it :). We told dad that the test center had some poor electricity machinery [blah, blah, blah] and halfway through the test the building was on fire and we ran away with those shoes because our slippers were already stolen by someone :D Dad knew that there is something else but he never asked and we never told.
While traveling through U.P and Bihar I was wondering whether my shoes are still there or not all the time :) No body stole my shoes, luckily.

Moral of the Story: What goes around that comes around.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Mini Post

Some stories which I heard/saw/said have the following "morals" :

1 Everyone should visit Sikkim, It is beautiful, low populated and an Indian State.

2. Earlier I said while traveling through Bihar, U.P one should not go by sleeper and should go by A.C class. But, now I am back from Sikkim and I did come by A.C., so here I make another announcement/request: No one should travel through U.P and Bihar at all, these two states are dangerous for a normal human being :(

3. Those who want to quit smoking, must listen to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan :)

4. Delhi is a very hot place where the air is not air anymore, it is a combination of poisonous gases. But still, I love Delhi, everyone does actually :)

5. Kollace is doing good :)

6. Once upon a time there was a lion in the jungle, he died all of a sudden :P

Edited Part: Satyam kicked all of my friends :P

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Energy Conservation, Imran Khan and Me

As I have already said in my previous post, working in/with Kollace is turning out to be a wonderful experience. Now something very strange/unreal happened to me. It was almost instigation, not an incidence actually. In Kollace-Sikkim, we wanted some new people to take charge of Oxygen and PDP, so we got one fellow named Mr. Imran Khan (although the way he was behaving does not entitles him to be a Mister). He is 33 years old. He had served as a Principal in some schools in North-Sikkim, which is comparatively a remote part of the state. He is personally known to Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi and he was known to Shahrukh Khan personally. [I know Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, personally: D] Now, the conversation which took place between me and him is as typed below:

FIRST DAY---Thursday

Me: Hi, I was busy with the sessions, sorry to keep you waiting.
IK: No problem. I enjoyed your session. Actually I learnt a lot of things.
Me: Thanks.
IK: Is your blood group O+?
Me: No????!!!!!!!
IK: Actually, I have studied psychology so I can tell the blood group by just looking at the faces.
Me: That's impressive. (I said to myself,” Do I look like an asshole or am I that dumb???")
IK: Let me check your nerve. [He held my hand for a while, for a moment I thought he was a GAY :)] Is your blood group B+?
Me: No, It is A+. So, I guess Bhupen has told you about the organization and your role?
IK: Yes, he has. But let me ask you one question, how old are you?
Me: 23
IK: Oho! So are you married?
Me: I guess my appearance (2.5 month long beard) is confusing you. Let me help you. [I told him about myself.] Later on, I told him what was expected from him and how was he supposed to work. I told him that new ideas are what we looking for; we are not following the orthodox ways and trends, so please try to come up with new things.
IK: I am always creative. We will meet tomorrow and discuss something very new.

Bhupen is the person taking care of things in Kollace-Sikkim.

Me to Bhupen: Where do you find this kind of people? He wasted a lot of my energy. Then we both laughed our hearts out and waited for his brilliant ideas.

Second Day:

Me: Hey Mr. Khan. How are you doing?
Ik: I am fine, sir.
Me: Let’s not say Sir/Madam. Let us use first name, that way we will be able to communicate properly.
IK: Yes, that is absolutely right. I will do whatever you say. I have considered you as "guru"(master).
Me: I don't want to be your master or whatsoever it is. Let us come to the point. What are the ideas you have?
IK: We should start IELTS coaching. I know a lot of people here in Sikkim who are willing to learn English and we can have a good laugh if we jump into it at the right time.
ME (thinking): Now I am going to give him the real stuff. This motherfucker is wasting my time giving me IELTS and all that crap.
Me: OK, go ahead and make sure you talk in terms of morals, conclusions, numbers and percentages. No loose talk here. Let’s talk straight and clear.
IK: I know a lot of people in Sikkim, actually I know a lot of people in INDIA, and so I will talk to them.
Me: IK, we should focus on Sikkim as of now. When time comes we will move to other parts of India as well. Please talk in terms of numbers, that will give us a clear picture.
IK: Ok, I know a lot of people in Sikkim who want to learn English so we can talk to them.
Me: Who will talk?
IK: I will talk.
Me (I went to the white-board): So here it goes. You will go and talk to people here in Sikkim. BY Monday-Tuesday, you will come up with something concrete on the said day and then we will talk.
IK: I know a lot of people here in Sikkim and I can talk to them.
Me: IK, I am not able to understand how you are relating IELTS and Kollace. DO you have even a little bit of idea of what are you talking about?
IK: Yes, I do have the idea. I am 33 years old and I am not a "chutiya". I have lost all my hair and I think I know the things I say.
Me: Let’s maintain the decorum and make sure that we behave in a professional way. I give you 30 minutes, you present your idea because I am finding it good enough to float (I hated it from the bottom of my heart +soul + body), so after 30 minutes I will come and see what you have to say.
IK: OK

After sulking for 15 minutes he said," Let us abolish this idea. It has no significance in Sikkim."
Me: We at Kollace never give up and as you are a part of it now, I want you to present it on Monday, so make sure you are prepared well.

IK: OK, although I know a lot of people in India................ @#@##$@$$%@$%@$##
Me: Mr. IK, Let me make one thing clear. I firmly believe in the Law of Conservation of Energy and as of I feel that you have eaten up a large extent of my energy, so you come back on Monday and then we will talk.

Then he left for the day and I was relieved.

After 15 minutes, he came back again and I was so disturbed to see him that I wanted to kick him in the face but I am weak in this area where I have to tell people that they are eating my head, so I had to bear him again and insha~allah, for the last time :)

IK: I wanted to ask you one question if that is not too much to ask for.
ME: Go ahead..........
IK: What is the difference between "nature" and "character”?
Me: I don't know and I would not like to know if it has no relevance with the current situation/condition or whatever? So make sure you don't end up wasting my energy again.

The very moment, Bhupen who was also standing there and who is a native of Sikkim i.e. Local Person, went inside. IK saw him leaving and then his tone changed mysteriously. He started whispering....to me……..

Ik: I am not from this place, although I have lived here for so many years but still I am an outsider. You have been here only for very few days, so you should be cautious while dealing with local people. They will make you work very hard and by the end of the day they will kick you in the face. I am a Pathan and you are a Hindu so we should not trust these people. And always remember that, "hamari aur inki kaum alag hai."(Ours and theirs race/creed/breed is different.) I felt like playing the role of a victim in a Hindi Movie.

I felt pity for him and me as well because of my inability to kill him right there. Before this, the incidence was an incidence but when he added religion/region to this, it was shameful, it was a pain in the ass/mind and body and it was inhuman. I wonder, if ever, he was a principal in a school of even 5 students, what was he teaching them?

I asked some questions to me after all this happened:
Why such people are allowed to live?
Even if they live, how do they manage to live till 33 years?
Why don't they understand that this kind of acts might defame the whole race.
If I would have behaved like him, we might have killed Bhupen :) just because he did not belong to my race [I don' know what is my race, although.]

Moral of The Story: There is nothing like race or creed and even if it is there let it not suppress the basic cause of Life, which is Love.

Life is Beautiful, njoy :)

Friday, May 15, 2009

Its not just Life but India,as well, is Beautiful :)

Here I am with the latest after elections :)I was not working with any party although, but to your surprise and mine as well, I am in Sikkim, having amazing time, working with KOLLACE. I thought of visiting Rajasthan, Gujarat but unexpectedly I am in Sikkim, so you never know what this beautiful Life has in store for you :)

This post is totally dedicated and sponsored(by me) for praising Sikkim, its beauty, its freshness, its law and order and a lot more things. But as we know, No Pains-No Gains, so before reaching Sikkim, I had the most horrible experience of my life and that was me going to Sikkim in a bloody, creepy sleeper class via U.P, Bihar[although it was the devil inside me that prompted me to have have this experience, the adventurous me] of Indian Railways :( All the stories that people used to tell, came true. In a single train, at least 10-12 thousand people were traveling, no exaggeration here.

As soon as the train started, I saw 10-20 TTE's entering the train and "making/selling" tickets as if they were selling tea/coffee/samosa. So many people had their tickets made on the spot, and the train was no less than a running hell. And to make things more beautiful, people just don't buy tickets, they just don't buy tickets at all Dammit, as if the ticket is their fraternal/maternal property. Aligarh, Allahbad, Kanpur,Buxar, Patna and after that my will power gave up and I was like a dead meet. On the lower berth 14 people were sitting at a single instance of time[2 Lower Berths] and when we reached Patna, I lost count of them. All of this reminded me of distorted version of Autology. But what came after made me forgot all the pains I had to take while reaching Sikkim.

Sikkim is a small state situated in the North-East part of India. Here in a car meant for four people only 4 people sit. Here while driving people wear helmets for their own security, not because a cop might fine them. Here people don't follow any law and order because there is no law and order. All we have here is Harmony, Understanding and Patience. The roads look like the perfect example of a "road",that even without traffic lights. The number of taxi-cabs operating here is almost equal to the number of people, "thoda sa" exaggerated, but believe me the cheap luxury you get in Sikkim will drive you crazy. Nobody passes strange looks if a girl and a boy are walking together, if they are holding their hands, if they are enjoying their Life. Everyone has got his own business to do, and Hail The Blessed Lord, ladies do sell the liquor over here, and nobody minds. It was very hard for me to digest that I am in India and not in some alienated place. Very soon I will be coming up with few more updates :)


Moral of the story:

Don't travel via "sleeper class", if your train is travelling through Bihar, U.P, Jharkhand, even if touches the remotest of the villages, don't take chance, get at least a 3-AC.

Sikkim is a very beautiful place and is an integral part of India.

Minor change: Its not just Life but India, as well, is Beautiful :)

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Ladies, Love and Respect

Arjun said,"Mama, I am home. See I have won a prize."
Mama said,"Whatever fuck it is, share it equally with your brothers."
It is not yet known if Arjuna was happy sharing his price with his brothers or not. 
Now the "thing" was not a thing but a girl/lady and most importantly a "wife"
The second "you" signifies a bunch of 5 big "mustande" who were already having so many other wives with them, but this one was "won" after beating the hell out of a fish :D

Now those 5 people didn't do/think anything but started "sharing" that lady equally among themselves and out of those 5, one alone was equal to 5 people, so the count is 9 in all.

They shared that lady badly, they took her to different picturesque places and jungles and forests, and one of them lost that lady in a "poker game" and somehow one young man saved her from being stripped publicly(In front of her, not one, not two but five husbands) who later on gained fame as God. Then they fought among themselves and finally they went to heavens. The famous young man got one of his books published which is still a best selling classic.

Then there was another young man(Let's call him R1), who was "Maryada Purushottam = The Best Man" , that fellow screwed another young man (R2) [who was fond of capturing wives and sisters], because he captured his beloved wife. However the point to be noted here is that R1's wife was staying in a jungle with R1 and when R2 captured R1's wife, at that time R1 was busy in deer-hunting, however he handed over the charge to his brother L1, but unfortunately he also went in the search of same deer which R1 was looking for :D

So the wife was captured, but then R1 invaded R2's regime and claimed his wife back. However it has been observed that it is no where stated/reported that R2 tried to molest/rape R1's wife, he simply urged all the time that pretty lady to marry him, so that she has not to stay in jungles anymore. But because of her "immense faith" in R1, she turned down the offer.

Later on when she was re-claimed, R1 asked her to "prove" her virginity/character because of the "public demand" Then the story went on and on, as the other stories do and finally R2(considering the things, he did not do with the lady) went to hell and R1 (considering the acts he performed with the same lady) went to heavens.

Revision: Even R2 went to the heavens because the game was all pre-planned so that R1 could kill R2 and send him to heavens. And in all this, 'the lady' became a victim. I guess R1 and R2 were running some coalition government and what they did इस देफिनेद under 'गठबंधन धर्मा'


These are the points which should be considered to go to heavens and avoid hell.

I read a news where an educated(Engineer) husband killed his wife because she was talking to her male friend on phone. That made me to go back to mythological ages, but seriously it hardly matters what age we are living in.We learn from history that we don't learn anything from history.

Moral of the Story: Respect ladies. By Indian law and order and tradition, a lady has to leave her household after marriage, she leaves everything because she trusts her husband and puts her life in his hands.

I was wondering what if the scenario is reversed, how many men would still be willing to get married.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Winds of Change

Once upon a time, I knew a guy named Vinay. He was a bully, kind of local don. When I saw him for the very first time, he was swinging a sword [a real and big one] in a fight, a local gang fight :)
Thereafter whenever I saw him, he was busy breaking bones, swinging swords, punching knuckles. I always admired his fighting style, as I was also a "chota~mota"fighter, have a look here, I always wanted to talk to him, when I was a kid. Then time moved, Life changed I left that place, came to college, then Hyderabad, Bangalore, Pune and finally back to the same place where I spent first 14 years of my childhood, the battleground of Vinay :)

Last friday while going to the market I saw him after so many years, he had not changed a bit, except some weight-loss. The fire was still burning.
Two days later I was sitting in my room, doing nothing, thinking about Vinay and Lo! he came into my room with my friend. We talked to each other, I told him how I used to admire him as a fighter in my childhood. He smiled and then he told me his story. He was a drug addict, he remained in lock-ups, drugs, politics and a lot of such things. He screwed his life, but as I have already told you he was a true warrior, he never gave up. He tried to regain himself, he locked himself up in his room for six long months, didn't talk to anyone, listened to the legendary Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, this was told by him specifically, NFAK is an important figure in his Life, and he was changed.
To my surprise he was doing a Film Direction Course from Bombay, he studied at FTII-Pune as well. The best part is that he spent his 4-5 years in the upper region of Himachal, in a place called Chamba. He has done exhaustive surveys, studies on the culture and historical importance of Chamba, now he is going to direct it as a documentary. This is a change, this is Life. This is what Sunny Deol generally does in hindi movies, from a gangster to a respected man because he loves a girl. But this man, believe me, he loves Life, he is passionate about it and I am just happy for him.

Indeed the Winds of Change are blowing.
Life is Beautiful, njoy.

P.S: He came to my room because someone suggested my friend's name to play a role in his film/documentary. I expect myself to get a role of villain with a over-grown beard :)

Friday, April 17, 2009

Fun~Truggle

I finally found time for myself :)
I lied to parents that I am still in Pune [not so nice of me :)], lied that I have taken NTPC Test, lied that I did well, so many lies..............
But rather than making them understand its better to lie and save my precious time. I am busy planning/working for my venture(s), acquired some assets(a printer and a net connection) planning to buy a bike which comes under 10k and gives a mileage above 100 kmpl, yeah I might have to invent one of this super-kind and then again TATA uncle would have to rethink about his NANO because such kind of bike will definitely break his "all~india~inside~car" dream for sure :D
Its all fun working for/with myself for/with my dream. We are having troubles but we were not that much happy in jobs as well,moreover here we can give creative shapes to our ideas like asking for a printer that comes under 1000 :D
So many things have happened in between, Advani got a "chappal" from one of his own fellows, I got a new site where I found some more "new"songs of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Satyam got a new owner and three more people dared to opt out of their jobs following my example and their heart's voice :)

Undertaker defeated Shawn Michael in Wrestlemania-25 and now his un~defeated streak goes to 17-0, Hail Dead Man!!! :) [I know that wrestling is fixed but still I love it and I read hindi Comics as well, yeah that Nagraj, Dhruv stuff]

My dear friend is on his way to reach on the top, he is doing great with three offices across India and all of them making profits, KOLLACE is doing great and he is just 23.
Karma is still ashamed because of his job, but he is helpless :D.

Its all fun to be in this state with small quanta's of struggle in between so it is Fun~Truggle. Let us all Rest In Peace.
Enough for the day.

P.S: There are so many hyperlinks in this post. Feel free to click on them, I won't mind.
Life is Beautiful, njoy.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Mission Railways

I left Pune on 3rd of the April, booked a "tatkal" ticket, for a Holiday Special Train, which couldn't be booked first hand, but I booked it again, as I knew that "IRCTC+ICICI" is a deadly combination and nothing will happen to your money, so I booked another ticket and got the money back for the previously "unbooked" ticket within 2 days. I had always heard about trains running late in INDIA, by 2-3-4-5 hours and sometimes by a whole day but never experienced it, so I never trusted it.That day while leaving Pune, I don't know how and why, but I was thinking about the "on time" experience of mine with IRCTC. I reached Pune station at 12 afternoon, roamed around for one hour and then to my surprise/experience an announcement was made which said,"The Pune-Nizammudin train has been rescheduled and now will depart at 7:50 p.m" :D
This proves the theory of you conspiring and universe approving or whatever it is...:D

Moral of this short story is,"Don't expect/want the bad things to happen if they are not happening because if you do then they will"

At 7:50 I landed on the upper berth and slept like a relieved dog after many-many days.Next morning when I woke I asked the tea-boy for a tea. He charged me 5 rupees :) Later on I asked him about the lunch price which he said was 50/- only.
Then asked him to show me the menu card provided by IRCTC to every vendor, he asked me to talk to the Manager. Initially I was bit reluctant/frightened to go and talk to the manager, anyways who wants to be beaten up by the tea and samosa boys in the running train, but another fellow passenger joined hands with my anti-corruption organization and went to the manager and there "we" found that the tea without tea bag was for 3(5), with tea bag was for 5(6), ordinary lunch for 32(Not available), paneer lunch was for 50 and mineral water bottle was for 12(15) Rupees. I calculated instantaneously that for 810(10 coaches*81 people) people if they drink 3 tea cups a day then in a day the tea~samosa boys were pocketing 5000 rupees for the tea only. A perfect business :D
After talking, I came back from there, ordered another tea, now see the conversation:
ME: 1 tea please.
Boy: (Gave me the tea)
Me:How much??
Boy: 5 Rupees
Me: But the manager/IRCTC says 3 rupees
Boy:I don't know, 5 rupees.
Me: Lets go and talk to the manager, what is your name? Haan-Sanjay, lets go
Boy: Why??its 5 rupees, or you can pay whatever you want to [:D]
ME:What does that mean?I don't want to pay anything
Boy: Thats fine with me, enjoy the tea.
Me: Gave him three rupees.
Boy: Ran away as fast as he could.

After that I went to each and every coach, starting from S1-S10 and told everyone in every compartment regarding this low~scale~mass~scam and asked them to pay the right price for the right thing, and you won't believe it the tea~samosa boys were themselves returning the change without having asked to do so :D. I did not went to the AC coaches as I did not know how do they react on such issues, so In case you are an AC traveler pay attention and act accordingly :)
So next time you travel, mind that you are not paying more and paying the right price, after all its our right :)

P.S: Please don't be adventurous in case you are traveling through U.P/Bihar/Jharkhand because Indian Railways has reported a lot of cases of people being thrown out of the running trains :D. After all life is important than Rights and Wrongs :)

The second brief part is on the way :) which tells "me"about the importance of food and money in Life when you are not accessible to both of them :D

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I am a Free Bird


Torture, Pain, Depression, Anguish I know what are all these terms because I was in a place where I was not supposed to be, but you know a MAN has to be responsible for the choices being made. But now its all over now, I am a Free Bird :) I resigned from my job on 16th March, and as I was under some fucking bond, I was supposed to take care of that, so that I could come out of the company intact because if I would have to pay the bond I would have to sell my kidney :)

I came to Hyderabad(Company's Head Office) on 17th thought of settling down everything [money related business with the bank and company] but then I got to know that my bond has not been waived-off. I was gone, dead!

But you know I have learnt a lot of things and I have learnt them in real sense :), so I didn't lose my cool, tried to analyze the situation and analyzed it well, mailed the concerned HR, he was on leave, he assigned some other person for my case, he or to be precise she was not interested in me.

Finally I ended up in mailing each and every person of HR team in my circle :D, people who were never supposed to know me even if I died called me and asked me what was that I wanted!!

I told them and they told me that I am confused, I knew I was not but they made me beleive that I was :), poor me. Finally I read something, "In God man can find very strong consolation and support. Without Him, the man has to depend upon himself. To stand upon one's own legs amid storms and hurricanes is not a child's play. " It has nothing to do with God or Devil, all I want to say is I knew and I beleived that I was right. At moment I was really scared to call the HR person to know the bond status, but you know its better to face the worse early in Life, and I faced it and it was not worse, it was the best. He said,"You are free" [he said something else but he meant this only]

It took a lot of time, no one was willing to tell me clearly where do I stand, but now I know where am I, I have earned it. Some of my friends were asking me,"What will you do after you go from here?" I didn't say but I thought [and I believe], is it mandatory to do something?? I will go back to Pune from Hyderabad then will move around INDIA to se my country. I don't have any plans, but I will go back relax fot two three months, I don't know what will I do after leaving but one thing is for sure :D
In the end see what Ozy Ozborne says "Times have changed and times are strange, here I come, but I aint the same, Mama, Im coming home"
Edited Part: One of my friends asked me that where will you. I told her that I don't know because birds never know. All they know is flying irrespective of boundaries and dimensions.
Isn't that good?? :D

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Life is Beautiful :)

It started in December'08. JP was in Delhi, he was so fucked~up with his job that he lost his weight, he gained weak-immunity, considering the fact that he used to take bathe in cold water in the chilling winters of Himachal, so the news of his deteriorated immune system came as a shock.
One day he was found eating 3 banana's for 5 rupees as a combo of Lunch and Dinner :), no exaggeration here, pure facts. After some time he left his job and joined as a lecturer in N.I.T Hamirpur , thanks to the Government of India and the sixth pay commission, he is earning more than he used to in Delhi and moreover the "Dog-Days" of his life are over. When he was in job, I used to tell him that whenever you tell me your daily~struggle stories, I just feel happy. I feel happy because this way I see a mature JP, I see a learned JP and I see a better manager...[Sadism :)]. Now this maturity is paying back, he is in more trouble now and I am more happy :D

His last company is blaming him as,"absconding from the job" and they know now that he is working in some other place. Moreover, the way I am planning things here is also very troublesome to him because the recession is going to hit us very soon, because of the same good news I talked about here, will keep it secret for the next few days :). I asked him and consulted a lot of other people regarding this good news. Considering the age of my father, 65, I asked what are the chances of getting heart-attack at this age. But someone told me that the chances of getting heart-attack at the age of 50 are also high, considering age of JP's dad, so the situation is very critical here :D. Today we both were laughing because of all these bad times. He was telling me that he is worst hit by this bad phase, then he said its not him but his father, then again he changed his statement and said that "I" am worst hit then finally he concluded that everyone is worst hit by this recession. Further he added that,"हर बन्दा इस दुनिया में सबसे ज्यादा दुखी है :)"[Every single person in this world is in worst condition]. He continued and said,"Seeing all this I guess I don't think that mine and your "dukh's" stand anywhere. So, Enjoy, Life is Beautiful. Lets learn, earn and be sad[happy]" :D

P.S: May be it was my happiness or my "dukh" that made me type all this crap, but believe me its funny. I am enjoying, do you?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Ignorance and Technology


"Visual Studio 2010 is out. Attend the Webinar( something like seminar)", this is what my desktop wallpaper was saying when I switched on my desktop in the company few days back.
I was not able to establish the connection between the database and application and Lo! Microsoft people have moved to the next level. I still remember that during my training days, 3 months back, we-26 people, used to work very hard, trying to know new things and implement them alongside.Although I don't know much about all these technological codes and servers and clients and ASP and anything else but still I remember how hard some fresh graduates from college used to work day in and out to meet the expectations of our employer.Even I(who is allergic to any kind of hard work) struggled hard to put the validations in the log in screen, e.g: User Name not valid, Password is short etc etc.
Now just after 3 months, what I find is all these things are ready made by the mighty Microsoftian's :) in the 3.5 version.You find the log in-screen ready made. Then something called Ajax makes your head spin when you have to write it in JavaScript file(.js) in 2.0 you don't even know where in the hell that Goddamn error is, although I didn't write any Ajax [beyond my scope] but I knew the pain and labor in creating the Ajax enabled applications, especially when you have to write the code. Now in the 3.5 Visual Studio these Ajax things are coming as an extension, so Cheers!!! No need to type the code just drag and drop :)
I don't even know when was 2.0 launched and when was 3.5 launched :), if you know then let me know.

It seems to me that on some remote part of earth there is a place called America where an organization called Microsoft is adamant on automating the things that can be done easily by the dozens of cheap Indian Engineers and all other sort of people easily available here round the clock.The world is running very hard and fast and to remain at par with the developments we need to adopt an intelligent approach. As I am talking about the 2.0 and 3.5 people have started talking as well as working on the 4.0 Beta Version.During my training time, the people who used to evaluate our applications are found in the Office Library every now and then trying to understand the 3.5 version but you see, now they don't have to worry, they have to move to the next level. Come and learn 4.0 and by the time you gain mastery in it, they will come up with Robots, you might have to go home.
There are a lot of features like LINQ [PLINQ is also coming, someone told me] so no need of SQL server trained people. Silverlite is there, which I always thought of some hardware device and which turned out to be some sort of UI Enhancer :), working on which will make you feel like working on Adobe Photoshop, this is what I felt.This way the people who are trained in the earlier technologies, they will have to run hard so as to survive. They read 1.0, then 2.0, then 3.5 and then 4.0 and who knows what else is coming up.This way the whole generations will be swept away, people will never find solace or peace or whatever, the way that Invigilator of mine was studying in the library, the way my fellow batch mates wrote codes for Ajax and a lot of such things which I don't even know by name, by toiling like donkeys and just after three months almost all of them are found [:)] saying, "All we did was bull-shit." This is all about Visual Studio, there will be so many softwares and so many tools which are changing rapidly with time. So the probable solution for the problem can be this," Ignorance is bliss, so bask in the glory of ignorance. Whats the use of working hard when some intelligent people are already breaking their back for the development of this world :)"
Because apart from this no Intelligent Approach comes to mind because the servicing Indians are not having enough space to think and react and get back to their senses. So enjoy, Life is Beautiful :)

P.S : Everything typed in this post is all I know about the technology, so if there is any miss-take then please don't take it, do your own research :)

Monday, February 23, 2009

Demand and Supply :)

I had been looking for some books since ages. I couldn't find them anywhere and from Amazon I don't want to buy. These books, I don't think, are the one which everyone would read, but still if someone who is into books and reads my blog, please let me know if they can help me finding them.

1. Common Sense by Nirlamba Swami......Bhagat Singh recommends :)

2. Sex and Psychology of Love by Sigmund Freud. Odyssey people were having only 1 copy of it and I myself searched for this book for one complete hour [self-service,those store-people are of no use. They keep running behind the girls :( ]

3. Narcissism by Ayn Rand
4. Theory of Sexuality by Ayn Rand
5. Plotting Hitler's Death by Joachim Fest
6. Bolivian Diary by Che Guevara

I don't know how many people will read this and even if they read it, whether they read "these-kind-of" books or not and if they read then how are they going to help me.
But even if they tell me any book-store name throughout India or Bhutan even :), I will buy that book. So people if you can help me then I will be more than grateful because I had searched for these books in almost all the bookstores in Hyderabad, Pune and Bangalore.

P.S: A very good news is on its way, will tell you about it very very soon.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

CHE-A Memoir by Fidel Castro


Ernesto "Che" Guevara where "Che" is the common way of greeting of the land where he was born. He was not a Cuban as people believe, he was born in Argentina. He fought for Cubans, he fought for Bolivians, he fought for every poor and against every Imperialist, beyond the barriers of nations and creeds. Fidel Castro- The Legendary Cuban revolutionary, one of the longest serving Prime Ministers, writes about Che in his book, " Che -A Memoir".

The book fell into my hands eventually during my short trip to Bangalore. The resemblance of the cover photo of Che to my friend "Rohit" made me to buy the book, and believe me this book is one of the best books I have ever read. After The Motorcycle Diaries, this is my second book with Comrade Guevara. The depth with which revolution is talked about in this book, the passion with which Castro Uncle explains the character named "Che" shows the deep bond they shared with each other. Things were talked about the sudden vanishing of Che from the Cuban scenario and Castro replies in a letter to the imperialists saying,"He is there where he is best for the cause of revolution." There are the addresses by Castro regarding the whereabouts of Che, regarding the rumours of conflict between Che and Castro. Then there is one address where Castro admits that Che has been killed in an ambush in Bolivia by the American troops, the 10 page long address to the nation is mesmerizing.

Ernesto "Che" Guevara once said,"For the cause of revolution, I will fight with all the weapons within my reach rather than let myself be nailed to a cross or whatever!" He fought hard and the Bolivian Odyssey, where 17 guerrillas were surrounded by 1800 trained mercenaries depicts the bravery and courage of Commander Guevara, where in spite of being sick for days, he fought for the cause of revolution. In the end there is a very long address by Castro to the nation where he breaks down emotionally after receiving Che's remains, 30 years after his death.He says,"For me, it is really very hard to believe that Che is dead. He talks to me, sits with me, every now and then. He is there with me, in my Life."

Although people say that he was a blood-sucker, he lived and died by the guns and battles but indeed the "Man" is beyond the T-Shirts and Posters. He was an uncommon man who opted out of his medical career just for the sake of going round his country on a stupid motorcycle.
Love you Comrade.


P.S: Today morning while coming to office, I saw a man sitting in the auto holding a notebook and showing it to the people around and it said,"Please wear Helmet. Please wear seat belt." Nice effort comrade, he was an employee of a rival [:D] company. Great job comrade.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Autology

Scene-Auto rickshaw stand which is by no means legal and not meant for the same. It can be defined as a large number of crippled autos standing in the middle of the road with their drivers having a strange face and shouting all the time at the top of their voices, even if they are talking to each other.
Its 9 in the morning and a lot of guys/girls wearing blue-black business formals are striding towards the auto stand.
All the auto drivers are standing in a group and are commanding people to sit in their autos.They are lined up and move only according to their number but still there is a lot of chaos and some intelligent people manage to rush away out of turn.
As soon as you reach there they come into action. They will just encircle you and will ask or rather command you to sit in their respective autos. They will force you to sit in an auto where 14 people are sitting already and when you question them about the scope of your ass they will tell you that still there is room for two more people. They can accommodate 14-16 people in an auto and sometimes its difficult to tell which one is actually driving. I have observed that they succeed in their ventures every time, what they do is they create a barrier around you, by crowding around you, which will not let you move. They will freeze your nerves by shouting and crying in their hoarse voices which will give you no room for your grey matter to move. They unknowingly or knowingly follow a strategy. You ask them about the place you would like to go, they will reply in Hindi after that you ask them about fare, distance, seats or anything else they will shut their mouth and in case they are in a mood to talk they will start blabbering in local language which even your forefathers can't understand. Once you are seated then they will start playing and humming Hindi songs, will pass comments on the good looking girls in Hindi, wink at you to gain support from you (which most of the guys have given so far, bloody creeps).
You will be sitting in one auto where enough space is there for you, then another auto waala will come and he will shout in front of you, staring into your eyes(as if you have raped someone and he is about to pass the verdict) and this whole business not give you enough time and space to think and you will start following his orders like a puppet and this way he will be able to maintain the record breaking figure of 16 people in a single auto.I have seen people sitting calmly in a khaali auto and them being taken away by an auto-wala who is already having 15 peices with him and still is not satisfied.The magic is spellbound, you have no choice, you have to go. Its amazing to see the way they capture people. This is the psychology of survival,autology. Auto drivers want as many people as possible [read impossible] in their autos and professionals want to reach as soon as possible inside their A.C cabins, irrespective of the fact that the number of autos operating is very large.
So all guys who are having the privilege of traveling by sharing-auto and the future prospects of the shining auto industry[freshers from Engineering Colleges, who are to join especially in Pune,Hyderabad] please see to it that you don't let their autology overpower you, let them shout, scream and use local language but you keep yourself on the top priority and ensure that you find a suitable place for yourself in the auto.This is happening in every field of Life, we are acting impulsively, we are not having time enough to think, to act and to react.Time is needed, for ourselves and for Life.
So,whenever someone shouts at you in local language just say,"Sorry Shaktiman!" and it will bring smile to your and his face as well [I tried this once :)]