Showing posts from July, 2005

Reply to Miss Anonymous

Hi Miss Anonymous,

First of all how I concluded that you are Miss, well I am a guy and i know that none of my friend{guys ie} would take so much pain to post 4 comments{I know all of them are so good friend of mine???}, and more so, if they do, then at least they will leave their name, for them there is no reason to hide that, isnt it???

so how are you Miss Anonynous??

Well, first of all thanks for keeping my dwindling ego still afloat by posting those comments.....At least somebody reds this crap{ for that matter, a few more people also do}...

As far as Peter's snap is concerned, you cant let losse the monster so easily, isnt it???

Theres a price to pay for that, and that is you have to reveal your

As far as, why Kevin dint do anything regarding the baby, there are two things in my mind...

a. He was too traumatised by the sight that he cant think beyond the event only, as what to do?
b. I guess, going by the snap, the baby is about to die almost, and i dont think that…

Josh, Vikas and Peter this for you guys.....

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.

After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.

The monsignor replied, " When I am worried about getting nervous On
the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start
to get nervous, I take a sip."

So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.

At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink.

He proceeded to talk up a storm.

Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following
note on the door:

1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.

21) There are 10 commandments, not 12.

22) There are 12 disciples, not 10.

43) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.

54) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.

65) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.

76) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy,
Junior and the spook.

87) David slew Goliath, he did not kick the sh*t out of him.

98) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don&#…

What a month-end???


For a sales guy, there are only 12 days important in his or her life.
No, I am not counting the birthdays, the anniversaries and all..

Its simple guys, the last day of each month, thats all that matters{Unless you dont want to keep your job i.e.}, rest all days, including those mentioned above are mere details...

So again its month-end tomorrow, and guess what here am writing a blog{And am sure, I will not be sacked by my boss, once he reads this}.....

The reason is that, no material to sell today.........

It cant get more frustrating than this, after 3 days loss of sale due to the floods{yes, floods, for all those non-mumbaites reading this}, did good yesterday and now, no stocks today.......

This day comes once in the lifetime of a sales guy, otherwise all we brethren know that whats the amount of pressure on the penultimate day of month closure, but here I am......

So am enjoying this moment, to the hilt{what else can I do, apart from not to sulk??}

I was so close to doing my target o…

Kaash aisa mere saath hota????

Like I have mentioned earlier in my blog, that I have been always more lucky with the dogs, rather than the gals....

I wish , instead of the "lucky b******" in this photograph, I would have been there!!!

But guys, like all of us know, Life is so unfair!!!

Bhagwanji, ab to kuch karo mera??????

Mumbai, blame it on Peter!!!

What happened in Mumbai on 26th of July could be blamed on lot many factors like-:
1.) The heavy rains obviously.
2.)The high tide coinciding with the rains.
3.)Storm water drains clogged.
4.)No early warning from Met Deptt.
5.)While it continued to pour, still the administration failed to react, at least people could have been asked to stay put in and not to venture out with their vehicles.
6.)The landlines and Mobile network crashed, so there was no information available as to what extent the flooding has occurred and on which on places.
7.)People tried to manoevour their vehicles hollywood style, leading to more chaos.
8.)While it continued to pour, due to high tide, the sea-water also simultaneously kept creeping in through the storm water drains.
9.)If only administration would have asked all the schools and colleges to immediately close and not to let any student out, till it was safe, lot many parents would not have faced anxiety and situation would have been much better.
10.) The number…

Thanks Ramit!!!!


The two posts posted below today, were sent through mail by my class-mate Ramit Basu.

Thanks Ramit. Both the prose and the photographs almost brought tears to my eyes for very different reasons. Both were very touching pal.

And yes, thanks for being my friend and calling me up....

May God always bless you....

How lucky we are...

This is a Pulitzer prize winning photograph from Kevin, taken in africa in 1994.

The vulture is waiting for the baby to die, so that it can feast on it.

Nobody knows the faith of the baby, as Kevin also left the place, just after taking the snap.

Kevin died a couple of months after, due to depression.

This photograph is a grim reminder to all of us, as how cruel, sometimes the lefe can be.

We are always unsatisfied, day and night, with what we have and sulk over that!!

This photo reminds us that, how lucky we are, to be alive, to have a roof over our head, to have the ability to have two square meals a day, and to have our loved ones, near us......

Jab mere bachpan ke din thhey.........

>When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more> popular than cricket
> When we always had friends to play aais-paais (ISpy),
> chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime ...
> When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'
> When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki
> kahaniyaan were so fulfilling ...
> When there was just one tv in every five houses and
> When bisleris were not sold in the trains and wewere
> worrying if papas will get back into the train intime
> or not when they were getting down at stations tofill
> up the water bottle ...
> When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for
> the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day ...
> When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaansand
> sweets and moms seeking our help while preparingthem
> ...
> When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummysand
> papas while slapping/beating us ...
> When we were exchanging comics and stamps and
> chacha-chaudaris and billus…

Should I have accepted the offer of Suresh?

As I lay, with my legs aching with pain, this is the question which has been bothering me since 1630 hrs of 26th of July.

Suresh and myself know each other as we are in the same business and on a long shot, colleagues. His office is also at Phoenix Mills. While, Josh and myself were contemplating whether to move out or not, we met Suresh. Suresh told us that he was staying put in his office only(like so many thousands did), and was arranging for food etc, and we were also invited to be his guest(his office is huge).

But that moment, we declined his generous offer and decided to plunge in(and literally I mean). While we were still at Lower Parel(and in waist deep water), I thought that may be I made a big mistake by declining Suresh's offer.

And while my legs are still aching and am not able to sleep due to over-exhaustion,somehow managed to save myself from getting swept away twicein heavy current, I am still pondering whether it was right to decline Suresh's offer???

But I guess…

I got my answer!


Since the moment I was sailing through those waist deep waters on the Mumbai road(sometimes chest deep), I have been wondering that from where all this water came?

On 26th, it has been raining since morning and it never look so sinister, I reached office and it was still ok. I left for a meeting for Phoenix Mills at Lower Parel at around 12.15hrs and it has started to shake a bit.

I got drenched while reaching there as it is difficult to persuade the cabs to go for a short distance upto Phoenix from the Lower Parel subarban station, so I had to wait in the rain for about 10 odd minutes, but still it looked fairly ok.

We were holed up for about an hour in the office and then for about half an hour in the restaurant below, and by then there was about half an inch of water already in the Phoenix campus, and then we got the news that the lifeline has stopped(Of mumbai i.e., the local subarban trains).

By around 1500 hrs, it started to look ominous, but still I co…

A few missed shots and Daddoo Chaal

Well, like I have mentioned earlier also at my blog that I was crazy about joining the Army, during my initial days (and am still). One step before joining Army, which you can do is to join NCC (National Cadet Corps) during school.
And I did the same.

Class eight and ninth, for 4 hours in a week, we were trained and moreso disciplined by the Army personnel, who were on deputation to NCC. I always enjoyed those sessions and would always look forward to.

The only drawback of NCC was, that you have to wear the uniform on those days, when the periods were there. Now in class eighth and ninth, we used to wear trousers for our school uniform. Now on NCC days, you wear the uniform, which consisted of a “Chadda” and if you are not very careful while sitting, somebody else can easily have an eyeful on your modesty!!!!(Whether that person enjoys that sight or not depends on the gender and the sexual preference of the species, but I guess all my class-mates were straight)
Also, it was not easy to co…

Turn Turn Turn!!!

Below are the lyrics of the song"Turn Turn Turn" by The Byrds. This is from the movie "Forest Gump".

These lyrics symbolises one of the biggest truth of the life, that we must wait for our turn. For every event in our life, there is a moment designated, and until that moment comes, nothing will happen.

Often we get frustrated, just because it takes sometimes, more time, than we have envisaged.

But, I guess, we should stick and persevere, coz.........

To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace

All you need to do to become a man!!!

If you can keep your head when all about you
.. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
.. But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
.. Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
.. And yet don't look too good, nor talk to wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and distaster
.. And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you' ve spoken
.. Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
.. And stoop, and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
.. And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
.. And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
.. To serv…

Of football, and a couple of balls!!!

This Story goes long back to when I was in class sixth. Like I have mentioned earlier in my blogs, I was always made the goalkeeper of my class football team.

I am nowhere in the class of guys like Oliver Kahn, but I guess, what my fellow team-mates thought that instead of spoiling the team’s attack, this guy should be rested at the back. Nonetheless, the job was not so lackluster either as it may seem.

You always play to win, at least I always did. Even , when I was a goalkeeper I would see that to my best efforts, the ball should not hit the net.

Sometimes, it did, and then you feel bad. More for the team, rather than yourself, but then next moment you perk up and see that it doesnot happen the next time, that’s what life is all about.

I was a reasonable goal-keeper, not very much trained, but I used to put in best of my efforts to stop the ball, and I guess that’s what matters in the end.

Sometimes, in doing so, you use some un-ethical means, like hitting below the belt (and, literally …

November Sky

There’s a movie by the name “November Sky”, Its about a boy from a small collierie town in US, who aspires to fly a rocket.

Suddenly, I have been also bitten by this bug, to fly a rocket, and I have given myself 5 years, to fly a small amateur rocket.

My father was a senior scientist with the Ministry of Defence, now he is retired. Sometimes, he used to bring those technical papers at home, with queer kind of graphs and those calculus equations, and those always used to fascinate me somehow. Moreso, because during those days, I was crazy about joining the National Defence Academy, and to be an Army commando.

Things changed, and my father dint even allow me to appear in the entrance exam of NDA , twice when the admit cards of the exam came, he tore them off. Being the only son in the family also dint help me much either.

Since, I was almost forced to pursue the engineering course (And, how I got selected in the entrance exam is still a mystery for me), so in the initial days of the course,…

Why Miss Tina Dogra has not spoken to me in past 3 years?

There are some questions in our lives, for which, we keep on searching the answers, and they keep on alluding us, like the pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow!!!

1.Why there is shortage of stocks every time after the prices are revised?

2.Why Mumbai local trains are always packed?

3.Why I was never good at drawing?

4.Why Peter snores?

5.Why I was always made the goalkeeper during my school days?

6.Why Mom always forced me to have the breakfast?

7.Why Nidhi loves paneer so much?

8.Why cant I learn how to iron the clothes?

9.Why it always hurts when you dont do your numbers?

10.Why targets are always stretched?

11.Why Josh doesnot stop talking on his cell at midnight?

12.Why Dad dint allow me to join NDA?

13.Why Anna still looks so fresh, even after returning from the field?

14. Why the housing society fines even the bachelors Rs.500 when you accidently keep the tap open?

15. Why the sea-water in Mumbai is so murky?

16.Why I was not born in the Birla family?

17. Why its always so difficult to break th…

Reply to Comments

Hi All,

thanks for posting the comments(Inflates my ego!!!!).

*Miss anonymous, seems knows much about the "luvs" of my life. Guess she is one of the "luvs"????

* Nidhi, I will see that you meet Peter. But have you heard of "Entertainment Tax"???(He he he he!!!!).

*Miss Anonymous, if you can let me know who you are, I will be obliged...

Thanks to all of you again......


What a shame!!!!

With the child sex- ratio in the country falling from 945:1000 in 1991 to 927:1000 in 2001 according to the Census , there is a silent crusade to eliminate girls from the race .An alarming trend that has already led to a generation of girls being denied a chance to be born. But unfortunately, most people are still unwilling to face the disaster the figure really spell .

The report by the Ministry of Health stated that 35 million girls have been missing from the population of India is a disturbing. The number is equivalent to the population of Canada.

.India with 927 females to 100 males a as per the 2001 census , has one of the lowest sex ratios in the world , according to the Un population agency (UNFPA0. This is down from 945 to 1000 more than a decade ago.

Between 3 million and 5 million female fetuses are aborted in India each year . In one Mumbai clinic 7,999 out of 8000 aborted fetuses were female .
Indian gender – detection clinic advertisement suggest that it is better to spend…

World without Engineers!!

World without Engineers:
Finally the time to pay tribute to us engineers!!!

Saving Private Peter!!!

First let me introduce the character of this article, Peter.

Peter's name is actually Patrick, but I gave him the name, Peter. For those of you, who have watched the movie"Prahaar", would recall the character "Commando Peter", he is the new recruit who joins the Belgaum academy for the "YO Commando Course, Ghatak".

Since Peter was new to Mumbai, and was a sort of new recruit to the city, I named him Peter.

Private, he is called, because he works in our sales organisation and he is the lowest in the hierachy.

So, Ladies and Gentleman, here I introduce to you to "Private Peter".

Peter came to Mumbai from my town, Jabalpur in M.P. He is a friend of my roomy Josh, and since he was getting stuck up in Jabalpur, my philanthropic friend Josh, called him to Mumbai, for better opportunities.

Well, I was not very sympathetic with the idea, but since he belonged to my Jabalpur, so I relented. The fact was that since our aggrement with the
landlord allows on…

Pehla Nasha, Pehla Khumaar!!!

Well, this is a story which goes long back, when I was, I guess, 12 years old.As the name suggests or does not suggests, depending on whether you have listened to this particular song from the movie”Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander”, it pertains to love.(Wow!!!)

Well, first about the song and this particular title for this blog, this has been my favourite song since the day I listened to this for the first time(many people will vouch with this), This song always refreshes me up, however down I am, however low, this song perks me up always. And I must have played this song at least 12457 times on my system(More accurate figure could be given by my Mother, who always had to bear, listening this song again and again, and again ;along with me). Since this song pertains to love, and so is my story, hence this particular title.

My class 5th was about to be over, and the annual exams were only days a far. One day I was sitting in the class, It was about already 4 hours since the class began, and there s…

School lunchbreaks and Mountain hiking!!!

Well the topic of this blog may sound a bit queer,but it is not.

I did all my schooling from Jabalpur, which has a lots of small hills in and around the city. One of them was very close to my school, almost a stone`s throw.

I dont know from where, myself and some of my class-mates got this strange habit of running up the hill and climbing back down withion a span of 45 mins, but somehow it became a habit.

It was more so during the phase between 5th to 10th class, after that we were a bit busy in studies(Ha ha ha!!!)and before that, a bit scared in going up that mountain, during the lunch break...

So the day we planned to have that crack 45 mins go at the mountain-top, we will finish our lunch-box before the lunch break bell will ring, and immediately we will rush out of school.

We will go by the shortest route available, which was dangerous also, and almost everytime we will return with bruises on our hands and knees.

Most difficult thing was returning back, as we had to rush, and climbing …

Time-bombs and Mogra Brand Incense Stick!!!!

Recent very un-fortunate happenings at London, reminds me of some mischiveous activities, which I used to do , mostly in school and sometimes in college.

My mischiveousness was more mellowed down in college(Some of my professors would strongly object to this statement, specially Computer Science professor, Mr. Khanna).

Come Diwali and it was celebration time for all of us, and the excitement used to build up with almost more than one month in advance. I always had this affinity towards Diwali, compared to Holi, as I am still very alergic to the basic thought of applying colours.

So, in almost a month in advance, we would start buying some crackers , with whatever left of our pocket money, would start repairing those lovely string lights(My first apprenticeship in engineering actually, was to test all the bulbs of that string and then to replace the fused once and to make sure that the string lits up, finally).

Well, like I was very socially active in school( Details shall follow), One of …

Of "Cocks" and "Kings"!!!

In one of my previous companies we came down to Mumbai for our annual sales meet.

On the last day of the meet, excursions were planned to various places and one of the places was Imax at Wadala(Which was a hip place in those days).

Ohh, my apologies to the Imax guys, its still a hip place!!

What happened was that, when the tickets planning and all was done, our travel agencies M/s Cox and Kings, went by the estimate given by all the team members, and arranged the requisite number of tickets.

At the D-day, a few more gentlemen, suddenly had this urge to visit IMAX and landed at the spot.

Since , now tickets cant be arranged at such short notice, so the travel agencies guys were in a fix, and our team members were loosing their cool.

One of the senior members, who was RM of one state, after finally trying all means to convince the Cox and Kings guys, lost his cool and commented, " What do you people think, that you are "King" and we are "cocks"???

Well, we all burst in…

I hope you dance- Ronan Keating

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance....i hope you dance.
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’,
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’,
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance....i hope you dance.
I hope you dance....i hope you dance.
(time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me…

Why landlords visit their tenants on a Sunday?

Well, if I start with the importance of sunday in our lives, then a few people who have visited this page(Am so thankful to them), would never again do so in future.

So, I would start with the topic(which is a perennial pain in my life so far).

I guess the landlords visit their tenants only if they are bachelors, have not heard of the incident when regular visits by a landlord to a tenant which has a family is done(Could not collaborate at least with my own experience, as we always lived in a government accodomation).

Well, I fully sympathesise with the needs of all the landlords of this world to check on a regular basis that their abode is safe and sound, but WHY ON A SUNDAY???

I will first try and put the case of the landlord, obviously he is the more important a person in this case(He agreed to provide accomodation to us in a city like Mumbai, and more so he can evict us on some flimsy excuse and then we have only the platform number 7 at Dadar to rest, So due consideration must be gi…

Why talented people leave companies????

Why do talented employees leave companies, often despite good salaries?

Early this year, Arun, an old friend who is a senior software designer,
an offer from a prestigious international firm to work in its India
operations developing a specialised software. He was thrilled by the

He had heard a lot about the CEO of this company, a charismatic man
quoted in the business press for his visionary attitude. The salary was
great. The company had all the right systems in place -
human resources (HR) policies, a spanking new office, the very best
technology, even a canteen that served superb food. Twice Arun was sent
abroad for training. "My learning curve is the sharpest it's ever
been," he
said soon after he joined. "It's a real high working with such cutting

Last week, less than eight months after he joined, Arun walked out of
job. He has no other offer in hand but he said he couldn't take it
Nor, apparentl…

This is true!!!

Once in one of my earlier assignments, I had to travel a lot in my company vehicle.

In those days, I was not a supposed " Good driver", I was always the most rash driver in the company, and most of the times I was threatened that I will be asked to hire a taxi, instead of driving the company car.

Well, in the earlier days, I was hiring a driver, and both of us used to travel together, sometimes I used to drive, so that I can learn??

Once, we were coming back from Nagpur, and after travelling at NH-7, we took a short-cut to Amravati, which was a State-highway.

It was pitch dark, and at that moment I was driving the vehicle. That road goes through a small ghat like section, which was notorious for various types of accidents that has taken there.

It was close to mid-night, suddenly while climbing the ghat, suddenly in front of my eyes, there was huge ball of smoke, and I was not able to see anything in front of me.

I stopped the vehicle and decided to come out, so as to see what that…


In one of my earlier jobs, I had a company provided vehicle which was a business tool to help efficiency.

It was an AC Tata Sumo and like a kid who has been handed over a toy, without even demanding that, I was ecstatic when I laid my hands over it. The lady was in the most miserable state, when I picked her up. Had a tough time driving her to the garage, as the clutch-plate was almost gone.

When I first laid my hands on her, I was a very prolific driver with full 2.5 hours training of driving skills on road(On a Mahindra Jeep). So when she was ready, and I started to drive her, I would always instead of 1st gear, would put her into 3rd and she will just give a kick and would fall silent.

It took me full 490 seconds to realise the problem, and then I drove her, the love affair with my SONIA began from that moment.

She was already some 2 years old, when I met her, looked more elderly, due to a few accidents she has gone through and in the unkempt manner she was kept for a few months.

The ma…

Sharpen your axe!!

Sharpen your Axe .....

Once upon a time, there was a very strong Woodcutter. He asked for a job from a timber merchant and he got it.

The pay was really good and so were the work conditions. For that reason the Woodcutter was determined to do his best.

His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was supposed to Work.

The first day, the woodcutter brought down 18 trees. The Boss was very impressed and said, "Congratulations! Keep it up!"

Very motivated by the words of the boss, the woodcutter tried harder the next day, but he only could bring down 15 trees.

The third day he tried even harder, but he only could bring down 10 trees. Day after day he was bringing down less and less trees.

"I must be losing my strength", the woodcutter thought to himself.

He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on.

"When was the last time you sharpened your Axe?" the boss asked.

"Sharpen? I had no time to sharpen my Axe. …

Trust me on the sunscreen

Wear Suncreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, suncreen would be it. The benfits of the sunscreen have been proved by sceintists, whreas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own experiences.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh never mind. You'll not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve algebra equation by chewing them.


Don't be reckless with other people's heart. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you,re ahead, sometimes you're behind. the race is long and, in the end. It's only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you recieve. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.


Don't feel guilty. If you don't know what you w…