It was the first Saturday after I had got my new car. A shining metallic red curvaceous vehicle! Me and wifey had gone for a movie. The punch line of the title read "Shit happens".
As could have been expected of me, all through the stairs to the third floor of the complex, I just could not take my eyes off my new darling. After all, it was standing out in the open, right next to the two wheeler parking.
As soon as the movie got over, I just could not wait to check if the world in the parking lot had not taken tumultuous turns. And there it was, it all its sheen. I heaved a sigh of relief.
With wifey giving out directions, I reversed the car successfully and was on the road. The weather was nice. FM was playing some nice music and the ride was smooth till we reached one of the narrow lanes. And as luck would have it SHIT HAPPENED. Some smart Alec in a swift desire passed by scrapping my new love!
Its been three days now and I just cannot take my mind off the incident.
I've made plans to get it repainted and also get a Teflon coating on it for that extra shine.
Whether that happens or not is a different question.....but I can definitely say that it is not a very good feeling at the moment!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Ba-Ba Ramdev have you any shame.. no sir no sir I only want fame
The Great Indian Tamasha continues to amuse the World.
And this time it features Baba Ramdev.
It seems Ramdev (sorry Mr. Baba, you don't get my regards) was fed up of crunching his stomach and holding his breath and decided to take plunge in politics. As is one Anna Hazare was not enough for this nation, we suddenly had another 'satyagrahi' sitting in a multi-crore shamiyana preaching his disciples to to fight corruption. And did they even know what inflation or black money menat? Ramdev himself admitted that 99% didn't. Such shamlessness!
But our administration was not to be fooled by the 'sanyasi satyagrahi'. With Diggi asking some very pertinent questions doubting the intentions of Baba, things turned sour for Ramdev when his 'shanti shivir' was 'attacked' by police forcing baba to flee and bringing an abrupt and violent end to the satyagraha
Media is abuzz.And so is the opposition.
BJP is condemning the attack on their beloved RSS ally and the 'uncorrupt' Lallu Prasad Yadav is issuing a statement. Even Mulayam Singh Yadav is not missing the opportunity. It is time for these political bigwigs to come out from the hiding. I will not be surprised if all these 'loosers' form a coalition to contest the next National elections! The Nation would then definitely be fed to the dogs!
Media also has got some masala to talk about. Star News correspondent is worried why Ramdev is wearing a white robe as he gets off the helicopter in Dehradoon. Another news channel correspondent is asking a 'devotee' on where exactly did the police hit Ramdev. A yet another news correspondent is 'breaking news' that Ramdev was wearing woman's clothes when he was caught.
Anshan or no anshan, Ramdev definitely has achieved what he wanted - free ki footage!
And this time it features Baba Ramdev.
It seems Ramdev (sorry Mr. Baba, you don't get my regards) was fed up of crunching his stomach and holding his breath and decided to take plunge in politics. As is one Anna Hazare was not enough for this nation, we suddenly had another 'satyagrahi' sitting in a multi-crore shamiyana preaching his disciples to to fight corruption. And did they even know what inflation or black money menat? Ramdev himself admitted that 99% didn't. Such shamlessness!
But our administration was not to be fooled by the 'sanyasi satyagrahi'. With Diggi asking some very pertinent questions doubting the intentions of Baba, things turned sour for Ramdev when his 'shanti shivir' was 'attacked' by police forcing baba to flee and bringing an abrupt and violent end to the satyagraha
Media is abuzz.And so is the opposition.
BJP is condemning the attack on their beloved RSS ally and the 'uncorrupt' Lallu Prasad Yadav is issuing a statement. Even Mulayam Singh Yadav is not missing the opportunity. It is time for these political bigwigs to come out from the hiding. I will not be surprised if all these 'loosers' form a coalition to contest the next National elections! The Nation would then definitely be fed to the dogs!
Media also has got some masala to talk about. Star News correspondent is worried why Ramdev is wearing a white robe as he gets off the helicopter in Dehradoon. Another news channel correspondent is asking a 'devotee' on where exactly did the police hit Ramdev. A yet another news correspondent is 'breaking news' that Ramdev was wearing woman's clothes when he was caught.
Anshan or no anshan, Ramdev definitely has achieved what he wanted - free ki footage!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Overheard
I was at a chemist's shop waiting patiently for the sales person at the counter to get free.
He was busy dealing with a lady who had come to buy some 'salt solution' which the doctor had prescribed her to wash the dentures of her son. The bottle costed Rs 60 and the lady was visibly upset at spending so much for a one time wash of the dentures.
She asked the sales person if it was alright to wash the dentures in warm salted water to which he replied "arey madam aapko kahan paison ki kami hai" and without battling an eyelid the lady replied, "toh udaa dein kya?"
I couldn't help smiling.
He was busy dealing with a lady who had come to buy some 'salt solution' which the doctor had prescribed her to wash the dentures of her son. The bottle costed Rs 60 and the lady was visibly upset at spending so much for a one time wash of the dentures.
She asked the sales person if it was alright to wash the dentures in warm salted water to which he replied "arey madam aapko kahan paison ki kami hai" and without battling an eyelid the lady replied, "toh udaa dein kya?"
I couldn't help smiling.
Taking time out
I've recently joined my new employer. Well not too recently either, it's been nine months now. I am a consultant now. An average consultant spends a lot of his life travelling. His travel plans are unplanned and bizarre.
To be honest, I've been lucky and haven't been asked by my employers to explore the length and breadth of this country much.My last post was live from the side upper berth of a Ambikapur bound train. That was my first trip. This was to Chhattisgarh - the land of maoists.
My second and the most recent trip was to Chandigarh, Jammu and Simla.
I've often discussed this with my colleagues and they tell me how difficult it is to be a tourist at a place you are visiting for business. I, however disagree.
I am of the opinion that if there is a will, there is a way.
On my first trip to Chhattisgarh, I could get time do sight see the city of Raipur, explore a mall, shop Kosa silk at the local cloth market and buy souvenirs from the forest department's emporium. I would have explored the jungles of Bastar as well if I had my own conveyance!
On my second trip, which was much shorter and much more rushed, I could visit old acquaintances, have a quick lunch at the Mall road in Simla, shop Kashmiri embroidery suits and be a guest at the Western Army Command's GOC-IN-C.
Am not saying I've achieved a laudable feat. All am saying is that it is important to take time out for yourself and mix work with pleasure. Contrary to the belief of many of my colleagues, it is only after one does this, work becomes pleasure!
To be honest, I've been lucky and haven't been asked by my employers to explore the length and breadth of this country much.My last post was live from the side upper berth of a Ambikapur bound train. That was my first trip. This was to Chhattisgarh - the land of maoists.
My second and the most recent trip was to Chandigarh, Jammu and Simla.
I've often discussed this with my colleagues and they tell me how difficult it is to be a tourist at a place you are visiting for business. I, however disagree.
I am of the opinion that if there is a will, there is a way.
On my first trip to Chhattisgarh, I could get time do sight see the city of Raipur, explore a mall, shop Kosa silk at the local cloth market and buy souvenirs from the forest department's emporium. I would have explored the jungles of Bastar as well if I had my own conveyance!
On my second trip, which was much shorter and much more rushed, I could visit old acquaintances, have a quick lunch at the Mall road in Simla, shop Kashmiri embroidery suits and be a guest at the Western Army Command's GOC-IN-C.
Am not saying I've achieved a laudable feat. All am saying is that it is important to take time out for yourself and mix work with pleasure. Contrary to the belief of many of my colleagues, it is only after one does this, work becomes pleasure!
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
No-one killed Arushi Talwar
Earlier it was Jessica and now it is Arushi.
Now that the ghost of Arushi is haunting the courts again, the media is abuzz!
I am watching Star News and a bearded anchor with oiled hair tied into a pony tail is screaming and making vehment hand gestures.
The media seems to at a loss to decide which is the largest murder mystery (who the hell is interested in knowing it!) of the country.
CBI is clueless on who killed Arushi.
I am speechless!
Now that the ghost of Arushi is haunting the courts again, the media is abuzz!
I am watching Star News and a bearded anchor with oiled hair tied into a pony tail is screaming and making vehment hand gestures.
The media seems to at a loss to decide which is the largest murder mystery (who the hell is interested in knowing it!) of the country.
CBI is clueless on who killed Arushi.
I am speechless!
Monday, February 07, 2011
Live from the Indian Railways
I am on my first client visit as a "consultant". And, as a part of this client visit I am on a train to Ambikapur, a town in Surguja District of Chhattisgarh.
It has happened for the first time that I am web-enabled while being on-the-move.
What an obscure location and occassion for the inaugral post for 2011.
Though I would love to talk about the behaviourial traits being demostrated by the employees of my client, rhe professional protocol prohibits me from doing so (I would love to discuss this off-line though). So, the next best option available to me is my co-passengers (Oh! I love 'bitching').
Seated (now asleep) in the coupe right in front of me is a political leader of sorts, a Dada Bhai. A quintessential politicial. I suppose he is an MLA, worse he could even be a MP. He is traveling with his convoy of yes-men. If you were to believe him, the country is being fed to the Dogs and a 'madhyavarti chunav' is right around the corner. The Bhartiya Janta Party, whose NDA has swept the Bihar elections, will come up with a charismatic leader (magically??) and come back in power. Man! he must have been day dreaming. Even the great Arun Jaitley isn't sure who the next leader is going to be!
My mind has now wandered to a copy of The Outlook which I bought at the Raipur railway station. It has a couple of interesting articles. Ms. Mamta Banerjee has left no stone unturned to get the mighty Indian Railways back in the red (or was it that Lalu had cooked another scam during his tenure?) and is now eyeing the West Bengal elections. Rumours are rife that didi will quit the portfolio to take charge of WB politics where Trinamul Congress supposedly has high chances of winning; but not before she has announced a yet another populist budget for her vote bank.
The Outlook also has an article on the Egypt crisis. Oh! I am loving it so much. No, it has got nothing to do with the region. It is this one person who happened to be my client at my previous employer. He was from Egypt and his reports always had a positive outlook (Oh yeah! am flaunting that I was once an 'Equity Research Analyst') on the country. Middle East needs a correction in valuation, and yes I intend a pun on 'valuation'.
And now that I've laid out the sheets and am securing my luggage, I ask one of the personnels from the client's "Theft - weft ka to koi chakkar nahin hai na" and no brownie point for guessing his reply.
He has prompltly replied,"Take your chaces".
I've packed my Puma shoes in a brown paper bag and kept them alongside my (side upper) berth; just as I've kept the rest of my luggage.
Signing Off!!
It has happened for the first time that I am web-enabled while being on-the-move.
What an obscure location and occassion for the inaugral post for 2011.
Though I would love to talk about the behaviourial traits being demostrated by the employees of my client, rhe professional protocol prohibits me from doing so (I would love to discuss this off-line though). So, the next best option available to me is my co-passengers (Oh! I love 'bitching').
Seated (now asleep) in the coupe right in front of me is a political leader of sorts, a Dada Bhai. A quintessential politicial. I suppose he is an MLA, worse he could even be a MP. He is traveling with his convoy of yes-men. If you were to believe him, the country is being fed to the Dogs and a 'madhyavarti chunav' is right around the corner. The Bhartiya Janta Party, whose NDA has swept the Bihar elections, will come up with a charismatic leader (magically??) and come back in power. Man! he must have been day dreaming. Even the great Arun Jaitley isn't sure who the next leader is going to be!
My mind has now wandered to a copy of The Outlook which I bought at the Raipur railway station. It has a couple of interesting articles. Ms. Mamta Banerjee has left no stone unturned to get the mighty Indian Railways back in the red (or was it that Lalu had cooked another scam during his tenure?) and is now eyeing the West Bengal elections. Rumours are rife that didi will quit the portfolio to take charge of WB politics where Trinamul Congress supposedly has high chances of winning; but not before she has announced a yet another populist budget for her vote bank.
The Outlook also has an article on the Egypt crisis. Oh! I am loving it so much. No, it has got nothing to do with the region. It is this one person who happened to be my client at my previous employer. He was from Egypt and his reports always had a positive outlook (Oh yeah! am flaunting that I was once an 'Equity Research Analyst') on the country. Middle East needs a correction in valuation, and yes I intend a pun on 'valuation'.
And now that I've laid out the sheets and am securing my luggage, I ask one of the personnels from the client's "Theft - weft ka to koi chakkar nahin hai na" and no brownie point for guessing his reply.
He has prompltly replied,"Take your chaces".
I've packed my Puma shoes in a brown paper bag and kept them alongside my (side upper) berth; just as I've kept the rest of my luggage.
Signing Off!!
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