Marraige

A Human must marry....WHY????

Is marraige the ultimate goal in life...is there nothing else...kya yehi hai akhari Manzil....and questions like it keep on flowing in my mind.....

You need a companion...you do not realize it now but when you are 50 you would know...

Well I think I will do just fine...as it is I do not like a lot of people...adding another emotional balance is not a requirement....

The house would become home....and yo would like to come back from work....I still like to come back from work...the problem is going to work ...

Are you afraid to take responsibility...no I am not, i am not ready to take unnecessary responsibilities..

I like the way I am..

Photos Updated

Jaiselmer is updated in flicker

Din soman jaye na

This is what my great grand father used to write in his diary every day...basically means that a " Day does not pass in the same way"....

Talking to DAD and MOM..and trying to know them better...also somehow...always seems to have a fascination for stories from their time....

I think their generation is the most blessed one.... they have seen so many changes...amazing....

Kudos to all of you.....

Jaiselmer

hmmm... actually disappointing...especially from the sonar kella point of view.

The fort looks more like a hugh house with big walls, it is a city fort, did not find it impressive, the fort at Jodhpur was my measure... it was a disappointment, anyways, the thrill was there ...i guess all feluda fan's would understand...taking the same route of barmer e.t.c to Jaiselmer.

Things that Put you off : People... everybody seems to n\be the tout there, you are walking on the road, just stop and ask about anything as small as a pan ki dukan and you set yourself for the range of questions from them...

Where are you staying, how much does it cost, are you going to see the sand dunes....STOP.... I wish I could shout...

Anyways after reaching Jaiselmer got on a SUMO to take us to the hotel, it was located inside the fort, good place, nice rooms and more importantly clean bathrooms.

Time to eat: it seems none of the resturants are open between 3 and 6 so we had to do with a road side stall of pao bhaji and dahipuri...e.t.c...

Next day started out well.. saw the fort itself and then the taxi wala came to take us to the sand dunes.... ohhh man...the only thing missing here was water otherwise I would have thought that we are in Mumbai much less in Rajasthan...so many people....offff....

I did not like this place.


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Going to Jaiselmer

A road going nowhere, that is where I want to be.

Have taken a lot of pics in the last few months, all I need to do now is to upload them, will do so after the Jaiselmer trip.



Yup parents are in I think I will be traveling now....

Change is Constant

We invest on our insecurity

Not much, just made a few changes here, house is clean, parents are coming in, going to be fun...I hope

Held Back by what

Reality is ruining my life -- Calvin and Hobbs


I would like to travel to different places in my life, top of the list is Mansarovar ki Yatra, followed closely by the Silk route and a trans himalayan trek followed by the Ankorvat temple.

Those are long term plans, what I don't understand is why I can't just pack my bag every friday and zoom off to the nearest station outside of delhi. Especially since no one is waiting for me, it seems there is just a pull from somewhere which holds me from becoming a partial nomad.

I should have been in Rishikesh on Saturday jumping on a raft rather than sitting in the office doing quality check on my team members, there has to be something better, now I undersand that i like to work, in fact I think i would like to succeed where I am working, and that is saying a lot, what i can't figure out is why on a saturday, what has gone wrong with me or am I just like this, lot of want very less need

Potential .. lots of BARF

People have no clue who I am and more so what I am ........Good for them...

Philosophy

This philosophy stems from the view that evrybody has potential

therefore I am not Sachin Tendulkar or Ganguly or one of the khans or the Tata's or Birlas because one I have a different surname and secondly had I been one of the above they would not be what they are ( EGO)

it is like I am not first because had i been first the first boy/girl would not have been first... right....

Great philosophy

Too much about myself

nah...not worth it...the depressing part of it ...I never knew that i was having fun at that time...ooooo the foolishness of the young....
after my last post...I was sooooooo depressed that I had to stop writing for a while, thus I am not writing any more about myself....after all i know everything about myself anyways...u actually cannot quiz me...I can actually challenge others ...In fact a discovery..I am the most knowledgeble about myself..I feel GREAT .....

Barkhana

"Used to live such a uncomplicated life"

Our first cycle...a red colored hero...normal...cycle, with no gizmo's attached...and the pain of learning.

Learning to ride it ...half pedal, ( hmm..difficult to explain, you ride the cycle with one hand on the handle and the other on the bar, connecting the seat and the handle, with your legs pedalling )

shitting in the school..( very embarrasing), from here onwards I was disowned by my sisters

yoga classes in the school...

Death...of one of my classmates...sister of rakesh

The school was divided in several blocks or barracks...The school was located in Ramgarh cant( Infamous for bhinderwale rising)

Class three, being asked by teacher to become a murga..., watching suresh getting 11 players out in a game of tangri

asked to be part of the marching band

Contiue on our stay at Barkakhana...near Ranchi

Hmmmm...slightly older now...so I remember more.....but of course...here it goes

PLESE REMEMBER THIS IS A AGE OF NO TELEVISION OR MOBILE PHONES, WE ARE TALKING A LONG TIME BACK


ALSO I WAS A GOOD LOOKING CHILD WITH BEAUTIFUL EYES

We went to Barkakhana, not exactly sure as to how I we reached from Singrauli to Barkhana, I think it was the train, however do not remember anything about the journey now..

The first memories were that of the rest house, do not remember the interior however what I remember is the gate a big wide one it was situated at the end of the street, we got a house which was at the other end of the same street.

We shifted to this quarter it had a wide and long Maidan ( Playground ) in front of the house, after that there was the main road and then the coal india (CCL) quarter where my Father was working.

Next was going to school, again not sure how this started, however we had two stands which were at the opposite ends of the street, one was stand 2 ( or the second stand where the bus used to stop, you would get a place to sit.) and the last or most probably the last stand were you WILL not get a place to sit. there were two buses a blue and a orange one I liked the blue one, it was somehow better and faster... do not know why...anyway even though we lived about two houses away from stand 2 and 7 or 8 houses away from the last stand we ( me and my sisters) very often missed the bus at stand 2 and when we got them our Father would be running to the last stand to give us our tiffins .....

The layout of the house was 2 bedroom with attached bathrooms a dining room a store room a Kitchen a drawing room with a small patio and a large aangan( not sure what is it called in english)

Had a big garage for the Jeep first and later on the Garage was extended for the sky blue ambassodor ( Mark 4) trhe first car dad bought...

Remember Rambilas Ji our driver ...very nice man...perhaps one person my father was lucky to get.

Also there were two two DOGS which was adopted by about 5 or 6 houses I remember the name of one...BHOLU...

The famous family of teachers who used to be called MADDA's, I went there for about two days...Their SON was called the CHOTKA MADDA....HA HA.., all the kids who used to go there did not like them...the SON (poor guy) was at a receiving end of lot of things...

They had a house with two small rooms whioch used to get filled with kids from all over BARKAKHANA,
our Neighbour's SON used to go there..DIPON ( Great family freinds, still in touche with them)...dipon was special( he is currently the General Manager of tamarind tree hotels), I have never seen or heard a person who was so liked and riduculed all my life...he was called Murga because of the the way the three hairs used to stand up ...in the middle of summers and it used to be hot he used to wear sweaters under his shirts beacuse that way he was not hurt when hit by BADA MADDA..used to carry Mungfali to the tuitions, always getting caught for the wrong reasons always getting beaten up, in cntrast to his brother Sutu DA, who was intelligent and composed, to add to all this Dipon used to stutter as well...

We ( My sisters and me) along with Dipon used to have a meeting as soon as we used to get beaten up by our parents, it usually was me and Rini , Jhini was not beaten I do not remember her getting beaten up at all. Funny thing was we were beaten because we did not study...and either Dipon would watch us getting beaten or we would see Dipon getting beaten up, which would result in a ill timed laugh and would then result in the chain reaction of beating from one house to another culminating at the middle spot in the partition wall with a meeting of voicing are opinion to each other about the beating.

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Will Continue ....

My Life ...and what I remember

My Earliest memories

1. Sitting in the porch of the coal India quarter in Singrauli early one morning shouting something to my Father, something related to 100…( loved zero’s…explains my grades in school..)
2. Playing in the front yard one afternoon, something hitting my head and being rushed inside..( My sister claimed that she threw the rock…I will take revenge…will make her watch THE Himesh collection.)
3. Lots of children playing the train
4. My mother dragging me to school
5. Going to school….
6. Throwing a stone to Manoj, which hit him on the head..( He remembered. and took revenge in about 10 years..)
7. looking at the projector…which was showing a movie in Coal India club
8. My father’s Jeep
9. the playground next to our house
10. Sitting on a big reclining chair in the front yard of our neighbour, arguing with Amit ( he was 2 yrs older than me) that it was the moon which was moving and not the clouds ( Always had different ways of looking at things .. Normal is boring)
11. My Father and me coming back from the school
12. Asking my class teacher for permission to go to the loo ( the act was a funny one.. it involves…raising your right hand in a form of a pledge and asking for permission…and the same ritual follows whenever you want to come inside)
13. playing with Chakri ( a thin sheet of tin cut in the shape of a circle…with two holes in it …you need to pass a string through the hole and then twirl the gadget…not really sure what it did afterwards
    

14. In coal India hospital in Ranchi when my father had met with an accident

15. Eating gulabjamuns and kala jamuns at the hospital gate

16. breaking my left hand...and the subsequent plaster

18. First time in my life I have seen the lift...though not sure exactly where....

That is all I remember of my 4th year of life......

AH...

Please keep your children away from CBSE schools as they have sex education as a part of the curriculum.......let them be uneducated...as our relegion does not allow sex education....so says our former HRD minister Mr. Murli Manohar Joshi....man...has he heard about Kamasutra ... wait a min ..it is the schools.. they are showing XXX movies and giving out playboys and hustler's as text books.....now ..cmon..be serious.....what is he trying to do..

And then we have shiv sena.... they are for the Marathi cause...please show Marathi movies for 7 days in every multiplex during the prime time...so that they learn the language ... hello... are you kidding me....I am not going to spend 130 bucks for a Marathi movie so that I can learn the language...and culture....

When wll this stop... have the Nazi's come back ....

My Day So far

Good thing about having multiple email accounts at work place is that you get to delete a lot of emails, kinda makes it worthwile to have more email accounts,, so that is how I started my day today...deleted a zillion emails from both of my email ID's ...read the emails sent by IG...forwarded .....checked the blogs...checked flicker......5 hrs passed...great...very productive day....

Ah few things I forgot to add....smoked 9 times....trip to the loo twice...trips to the pantry...25 times...that is where you get the lemon tea ( the worst tea you can get in your life.....why drink.... just so that I remember life is not easy.)

RAM

Today was the first time when I did not open the sent Item of my mail box to check what was the name of my blog....realised another thing...I am not a writer...I am more of a reader...and it would be tough for me to become one.

Well...At last I am here...not too sure why ..as I do not like everybody to know about me..kinda my USP, but I guess I am caught in the latest trend\fashion

Well not sure how fast I will forget about this site and stop writing ...hopefully it won't be soon....

So I start writing.....

First ...ME..

I do not have a natural talent...I guess That is the most natural thing about me, I have to aquire everything, I am a excellant learner however a average to below average student.

I am a good Improvisor though....I can make a bad idea look good......really love this line from " Men in Black"

" The only difference is , I make it look good" by Will Smith, just about sums me up...