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Saturday, December 27, 2014

DDLJ and a Feku




               I was a school boy when the milestone movie DDLJ released in the year Oct 1995. Born in a family where theatre release did not mean a word and only TV could feed hunger for movies. But TV was 20 years behind the then present era of 1995 when it came to telecasting movies. So DDLJ was more than impossible against the phony lines I M POSSIBLE. I was one of the earliest SRK fans right from his Circus days. So all I could manage was Rs 35/- audio cassette to be played on my BPL stereo. 


Then came a time when slam books became a trend in our school. Being a student of Central School aka KV we used to change schools as frequent as our fathers got posted. So we used to circulate our slam books within the classroom as a memoir. The slam book had questions like nick name, favorite actor, favorite movies, songs, idea of a perfect date and such cheesy questions. Some questions were bouncers and everybody used to write the same line “Yet To Come”. 


The funniest part of writing slam book was that some questions had common answers by the whole class. Like favorite actor Shah Rukh Khan, favorite song Tujhe Dekha To Yeh Jana Sanam, Ho gaya hai tujhko to pyar Sajna. And the most awaited question, “Your favourite Movie” and i wish the book had an already printed text for this question as DDLJ, Titanic and Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Being a copycat moron I used to cut paste the line without even watching any of the movies except Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.


How could I accept the fact that I had missed the most popular movie of my school days? How could I admit I knew this movie only through audio songs and a lot of imagination? Once a friend of mine asked me a tough question, “Which is your favourite scene in DDLJ?” Knowing the genre of the movie as Romantic I played my safest card and said, “When Raj proposes Simran!” Writing this post I have smiles and embarrassment for such a stupid answer. Raj never proposed Simran in the movie, a fact I know today when I had watched this movie more than 50 times. 


When I look back those days, I feel I am more real now. The superficiality has given a way. But in your early teens such questions are a real challenge to your existence. I know many of my friends who know me through years will have a laughter blaster after reading this. But it is the time to admit the truth before it fades away with the volatility of time and memory. 

On the occasion of Dilwale Dulhaniya Lejayenge celebrating more than 1000 weeks at Maratha Mandir.






  Image source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Dilwale_Dulhania_Le_Jayenge_poster.jpg

Sunday, November 23, 2014

The Reality of Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan



       Social media is flooded with film stars, industrialists, politicians and sportsmen posing with a broom encircled by their body guards. A ritual started after Honorable PM started the maverick trend. The site and garbage often well chosen, the Safaiwala given unexpected off the previous day for accumulation of filth to be showcased on the day of campaign. The broom reminds me of Harry Potter. AAP used a smaller domestic broom of average size a year back. As a common man I failed to understand the sense behind this social gesture appearing every hour on my social networking site. Sick of watching celebrities and want to be celebrities types with meticulous update of snapshots to continue the trend further. The PM sir wished more than mere upload of pictures and once in a lifetime broom holding. He meant to instill the importance and inculcate a habit of cleanliness to extend beyond the walls of ones house and to reach vastness of locality, city and country as a whole. But I see it is only reaching people s Facebook walls.

 Somewhere the message was misunderstood and misused. It became a social trend rather than a social campaign. The campaign should have given acknowledgement and respect to people who are employed to do the noble job of cleaning and making cities tidy and ready everyday early morning before we start our morning walk. The campaign should have been aimed at promoting and developing innovative concepts of waste management and disposal of both domestic and industrial waste. The fabulous nine people chosen by Prime Minister can take it to another level of execution and awareness.

How about recognizing and acknowledging  Municipality officers and workers team those who are already putting up exemplary job ? How about giving them the credit and felicitation that they deserve but never thought of. The drive should have boosted the morale of these people. The campaign should have brought more sense of responsibility and onus for a cleaner India in the heart of every citizen. Let us pledge to give our best and educate our children to aim for a cleaner healthier India. The facebook and twitter wall shall too follow the change.

Basic Gyan : 
Swachh Bharat Abhiyan (Campaign Clean India) is a national level campaign by the Government of India covering 4041 statutory towns to clean the streets, roads and infrastructure of the country.

This campaign was officially launched on 2 October 2014 at Rajghat, New Delhi, where Prime Minister Narendra Modi himself wielded broom and cleaned a road. The campaign is India's biggest ever cleanliness drive and 3 million government employees, schools and colleges students of India participated in this event.The mission was started as a tree with EACH ONE of the nine personalities nominated by Narendra Modi to in turn nominate nine other people and so on. It has been carried forward since then with famous people from all walks of life joining it. The nominated nine of PM is as follows :
This post is dedicated to the joint drive of Dettol India, NDTV and Indiblogger Team under Banega Swachh India  with url  http://swachhindia.ndtv.com/

Monday, October 6, 2014

Yaar Mera Superstar WT Star.


            Travelling without ticket is an offence and a social embarrassment too. But meet the superstar of WT world (Without Ticket), Arun Sharma. He is a serial WT traveller. Not that he has a problem buying tickets but he does it for sheer passion. He can be seen very often swinging between Delhi and Jhansi his native place on weekends. The moment he reaches Railway Station his eyes start beaming with enthusiasm to display his talent of ticketless travelling. 

He has conquered all big brands  like Rajdhani, Shatabdi, Jan Shatabdi, Sampark Kranti and so on. To my surprise he has travelled all classes ranging from 2 AC to General Compartment without the least fear of being caught and assaulted publicly. He is impeccably dressed and a complete business class looking guy. His confidence is more dominant than a person holding a confirmed ticket for that matter. On few occasions when he travels on officially issued tickets he feels uneasy and cheated. The journey seems boring to him then. On one occasion I found him selling his confirmed ticket to a guy whose berth was not confirmed. I was shocked to see him doing that. But he did it with ease and travelled the same journey in same class without a ticket. 


On seeing the Ticket Examiner he is not the guy to step into toilets or pass through rather he is  the one to set out in search of TTE to start a genuine conversation. He would enquire him about train facilities and upliftments. A super intellectual discussion with the man whom he has to purely escape. But he would spend the longest span of time with him than any other co passengers onboard. That speaks volumes of his skillful art horned over years of free travelling and eating complimentary meals in Rajdhani and Shatabdis. He would say, " If I don't eat complimentary meals of Shatabdi I will only invite suspicion and risk, so eat good. After all, I also don't know I am ticketless." 

Once I was travelling to Udaipur with him. I had onward reservations done through IRCTC. He insisted me that he would book the return journey tickets himself. I obliged to his forceful decision. While returning back from Udaipur I asked him for berth numbers. He said the tickets are waiting list so just board the train in sleeper class and he would manage a berth with the TTE. The train wasn't much crowded and we easily got vacant berths. Upon settling down I cross checked with him if he has really booked the tickets. He instead told me the exact fare price for the journey. This information somehow convinced me that at least today he has booked tickets. He knows how much I fear breaking laws. It was an overnight journey and Mr. TTE did not bother us the whole night. Morning as we reached our destination station he threw the ticket at me with frustration and sarcasm saying, "Because of you I wasted 489 bucks". I closely saw the ticket and to my horror it was only a single person ticket. He smiled at me with his trademark wink and we stepped out for Taxi. I know he will not change in near future. The God of luck favours him immensely.

While writing this post I was recollecting his famous line " Agar main Coach me akela bhi hounga tab bhi WT hi hoga".

 As I m busy writing this post Arun is somewhere planning to set a new record  in Modi s future aspiration of Bullet train.

Caution: The above stunts are extremly dangerous and can cost you dearly. The stuntman is a vetran with ample experience and knowledge. Please do not try this.

[Fiction]

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Shortcut to Nirvana .

          Nothing can be as soothing as a platter of Hot garnished Chicken Biriyani. No matter how sad or broken you are, Chicken Biriyani can rob you off all your sorrows and pains.  For a gourmet like me it is the Ultimate salvation. 

The aroma of Basmati rice with aesthetic spices like cloves, cinnamon, cardamom and saffron can help any ordinary soul to attain Nirvana. The length of steamed  Basmati rice and multiple flavours of the spices is the most magical ecstasy that a foodie has ever known. Biriyani is as delicious to see as to savour. It is a lethal combination of colour, aroma, taste and texture. The roasted chicken pieces when artistically placed over Basmati rice and garnished with Mint leaves is a luscious treat in itself. Mint and chopped onions have another secret affair with Biriyani. The squeezed lemon is the right catalyst to challenge your taste buds and draw lines of over eating. The sneeky bay leaves with whole cloves and pepper is to aroma as Raytha and chunks of chicken is to taste. The sprinkle of golden fried onion adds temptation beyond your power to control. It is sacrilegious to eat Biriyani with a spoon, your fingers are the only permitted interface.  If earth is a heaven then  Biriyani is the main course of this paradise.

Nothing is more seductive than layers of safrony Chicken Biriyani served hot in a see through Bowl of Borosil. To see the pictorial form of this temptation, wait for my next post. 

This post is dedicated to http://www.myborosil.com/

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Time to Return



Neoimaginations


I ran and ran, when tired I walked and walked but kept going ahead. I never stopped. I never reposed. A meanwhile halt would have corrupted the tempo. Moving was a trend and trend is life. But then I turned my head sideways. Sideways to share my joy of moving ahead, sideways to see my people my folk with whom I started. But I was alone. I was running in solitude. No one to cheer, no one to smile in cohesion.

Suddenly the joy of tempo punctured like an inflated tire. The destination no longer lingered on my mind. The hollowness sustained, persisted. Now I was running but halfheartedly. Suddenly the lights, the glitters on my way were flickering and then diminishing. Deep in my heart I knew I was walking in dark. The lights so far were all my illusion, I was in a hallucination. The realization of truth was coming now. Sometimes we see things better in dark. Light always don’t help us. Darkness sometimes does.


So now I know; I can either run ahead in grief or I can walk back to the people I left behind. Hang on their shoulders, halt with them, laugh with them and if situations permit walk ahead with them. It is time to return. It is time to go home. 
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Saturday, May 17, 2014

Chasing the Bitch called Happiness



Chasing happiness is like chasing your own damn shadow. The faster you run to chase it, the farther it runs away from you. The whole world is raking upon the word happiness. Happiness is sold in different forms of dreams. It is a million dollar project of minting money and creating vicarious illusions. Somewhere we all are running behind acquiring happiness. But happiness is like ' Tomorrow'. It never comes. You know it exists but it is always ahead of your reach. It always updates before you get updated.                   


   May be we all are under the wrong impression of the word happiness. May be we all are illusioned by the very meaning of the word ' Happiness'. May be our calculations to true happiness have been intelligently and implicitly deceived as something materialistic. Not that we have not heard enough about happiness as a state of mind but when it comes to practice we always associate it with physical longings. For some it is job, for some it is their dream house and for some it is their beloved relationship. But happiness is an entity that does not reside in it but within it. For instance may be your dream job pays you fat but does not let you work in the realm of your interest or your passion. And after a period of time you sniff for happiness and discover the truth that it was never your dream job at all in the first place. You missed it a big time.

        May be your dream house, which is full of luxuries to laze around lacks the love to turn it into a dream home. The love is not materialistic. It is intangible. You need to create it with cosmic hopes and emotions. So you end up living unhappily in your dream house too. 

For centuries the enlightened souls have advocated that happiness is within us. But we seldom thought it was worth emulating. May be this is the time we need to give it a try to create happiness than to buy it under pseudonymous names. Let’s create, that was always there. You just need to say “I am happy 
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

God is Laughing.


       It was just break of the day, a dawn i mean. The sun had not shown full on the horizon. Just a sneak and peek look. A woman comes in a jiffy to pluck yellow flowers from  a bush that only had those two blossoms for the day. She stole its magic and left secretly. Another woman entered the scene in a hurry but with confusion. She felt guilty of being two minutes late and walked away with a hanging face. Minutes later an old man just after his morning bath came up to the bush but only plucked some leaves in absence of flowers. 

This is the drama I enjoy every morning from my balcony. The devotees struggling to please God every morning. But more than the ritual of their actual prayers, I think the God enjoys the flower drill more.The bush also supports the drama by never giving more than four to five flowers a day to end the struggle of innocent worshipers. When these people come out for post dinner walk on the street they secretly scan the buds that would bear flowers the following morning. In their sleeps they know deep inside how many flowers they will have tomorrow to offer for prayers. I am a close observer of their facial expressions. I know the happiness of having all the flowers and the pain of compromising with leaves instead.
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Water Phobia


The onset of winters make weather and overhead tank water a natural freezer. This is when India becomes a land of water savers. A season when water is treated either like the auspicious Gangajal or like the dangerous concentrated sulphuric acid.  

I have my own experience with a colleague. Those were our bachelor days and we were staying together to share bundles of joy, sorrows and many more on the list. James was his name. A real hardworking guy and gem of a person. James loved winters for many reasons. Through out the year he would curse Delhi but  in winters he would say ' Delhi rocks man !' 

As the average temperature touched 20 degree Celsius he would ask me to join for his traditional winter shopping.  A black inner and a jacket was all that he needed to smile in the winters. He never thought of buying two black inners. 
"Just one will do" , he would say when I used to insist him for buying another one.
This one black inner vest would stick to his upper half of the body like Karan's Armour ( Kavach) in Mahabharata. He would sleep, jog,date,work and eat wearing that same inner wear. For office he would wear a formal shirt over the same inner vest without a second thought. He was quick in winters. Just a sprinkle of water drops on face and hair was social equivalent of a morning bath. Over the weeks the black inner vest used to become more black with accumulated filth,dust,oil and sweat. He hated water all winters. Disliked even to wash hands and preferred spoon and forks like an Englishmen.   

He went on to avoid bath for as long as three weeks sometimes. Those were tough times with him. The hair gel and greasy hair made altogether the deadliest pungent smelling chemicals known to mankind. No amount of deodorant would make him smell good. I would plead him for a bath on weekends. But he rarely gave in. And on those lucky occasions the same inner vest without a wash would find back its place to do the warming job. 
Sometimes he would ask for my shirt for office or for a date. I used to be in a state of dilemma to  give or not. I used to make excuses like its lying dirty but he would confidently say " Man it cannot be dirtier than me!"
So that line was true and charming enough for me to part my shirt for few days.

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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Do Right:Another Half Story Waiting to be Completed.


For a nation that breathes Cricket, talking anything against would be considered sacrilegious. But it is not about having hard feelings for this game or the Dhoni s XI. It is about respecting other games too. It is about providing basic infrastructure and training for the aspirants of other games too. We have been pampering Cricket as the only sport known to mankind. But it is high time we change our outlook towards other sports and sportsperson alike.

There is a village called Dhupguri in West Begal. This place has a women football team " Dooars XI " and the club is run by Bhabani Munda, their coach. A stereotype village where women are considered only apt to get married these village girls have faced objection and disapproval from both family and villagers. Poverty is another challenge to fight and pursue their passion for the game of Football. In the absence of funds and sponsors these girls sell tea and rotis to realize their dream. They do not even have basic sports gear to play the game. With just two football for the whole team, they cannot practice alone and to meet at one place to share the ball for practice makes them to travel atleast 7 kms. They wear torn shoes and socks and dont have decent spikes.Some had been selected to play nationally, but without the basics, how could they excel and take on challenges like these?

That’s when our network of Do Righters stepped in to help them get a step closer to their goal, their dream of playing professionally! Through our program of completing Half Stories, the Do right Team planned to help the team by getting the team members kits consisting of socks, shoes (studs) and a football each, costing Rs 1,100 each. A total of Rs 16,500 for a team of 15. 

Let us do our part in completing their half stories of dreams and dedication. If so much for watching one live Cricket Match in the stadium then why not a fraction bit for Dooars XI too. 

It's time to #DoRight!
Find more information here http://doright.in/
This is in association with Indiblogger and Tata Capital Do right initiative.























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Friday, March 28, 2014

Janta Maaf Nahi Karegi : Humour



With Lok Sabha Polls just around the corner, Major Political Parties are leaving no stone unturned to give people a mouthful laugh before they again take them for a five year ride. First came the Youngress Advertisement with Flyover kaha gaya and Metro Kaha gaya hullabaloo. Then came another trump card about rural housing plan and Employment Scheme Advertisement, where people were singing in symphony for the prosperity of food,shelter and modernization in Youngress Raj. Youngress glorified their past so emphatically that even Kalmadi was taken aback. People were happy for Youngress atleast gave a final respite through these funny videos running randomly between Behenji serials and Cricket matches alike. Considerable amount of rocket science was applied to make these ads win people s heart. But all they won was people s laughter and anger. These Ads again reminded the poor Janta what they have been denied all these years.                                                                                     
                                                                                                   

But the seeds of fear started sprouting in the minds of Major opposition parties. The Lotus people came with yet another oracle advertisement with the Tagline "Janta Maaf Nahi Karegi". It appears as if people are standing in queue to deliver their part of  "Janta Maaf nahi Karegi" lines. It appears as if they have been trained and rehearsed to emote penetrative looks into the eyes of viewers to instill waves of anger for the ruling party. But Lotus people too have dirty records in the states to weaken their stand against the Ruling Party. Har Har changed the prefix and Mahadev was replaced with a dummy God or a dummy man.

Then came the Cycle wadi Party (SP) that shows girls with state sponsored laptops and Taj Mahal. The filth of Agra city smartly camouflaged like a secret undercover agent with lots of Photoshopic skills.We all know how we jump to shut the windows as the train passes Agra Cant Railway Station. But the Ace Cyclist father son duo never glorified  their largest accumulated heap of filth and garbage.


This 2014 elections is not about achievements and manifesto. This one is about dubious advertising, PR and sponsored News. The best in all the three categories, wins the right to milk us for another half a decade. And then Janta Unko bhi maaf nahi karegi. Maybe the then oppostion party would air advertisement with the tag line "Humko fir se bewakoof banane walo Janta Maaf Nahi Karegi. 

#JantaMaafNahiKaregi




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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister


This book is unbelievably awesome. A breach of dogmatic political fiction is what makes it a book to hold for. A book that will make you  walk the classrooms and campus of Harvard University and at the same time leap frog to 7 Race Course Road ( 7 RCR) New Delhi. From Prime Ministerial Office to the piano sessions of Mozart and Tansen, this book is an eccentric insight into the life of a man who swaps between himself and being PM of the largest democracy. When facts meet the unbelievable the cross-road is called "Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister". 

Author Tabrik C has written a wonderful book and timed its release when the country is breathing politics right from the bed tea to the last fag at night. The conflicts and threats that the protagonist Siddhartha Tagore as a Prime Minister   has to handle is in tandem with the present scenario. The book is an insight into Indian Politics, Diplomacy, Challenges and the tough decisions to be taken to run the wheel of power and country symbiotically. 

Narration is very fresh and appealing. At no point the book compromises on readers curiosity to dwell further. This book is a must read by all standards. The cover photograph is an ample hint for the readers about the journey they will make through the book. 

Title: Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister                                                        
Author: Tabrik C
Publisher: Hachette India
ISBN: 978-93-5009-670-3
Number of Pages: 319
Price [INR] : 350
Genre: Fiction (Political Thriller)



This review is a part of the biggest Book Review Program for Indian Bloggers. 

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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Born Roamer.

Nothing fascinates me more than traveling. Making journeys is all that keeps me going. If i don't travel i start complaining. The Shamans knew the magic of making journeys all through their life.The pleasure they derived out of it was so eccentric that even people with very opulent lifestyle chose to mimic that art of being secretly nomads in disguise to have sips of the euphoric pleasure Shamans derived.

Whenever I am under stress or clueless about life, I take it as an excuse to pack bags and travel to places i have only heard about. And on those boulevard of unknown streets I find the most apt answers of my life. I get the clarity of virtual vision. I think when you stick to a place for too long the problems of the place becomes a problem with in yourself. Travelling solves a lot of issues pertaining to psychological origin. It is meditative for me and for many on the sphere.

But this approach to travelling only suits me and a very few like minded friends of mine. I cannot do this crazy affair with my wife and son by my side. So whenever I plan to visit a destination I do a lot of planning before hand. Trust me the more you plan the better you can relish. For a visit to any new destination there are three important aspects of planning.

1. Flight Booking

2.. Hotel Booking

3. Car/Cab Booking.

If you do ample planning on this I am sure you will have plenty of time at your dream destination to invest upon exploring food and shopping locations.

With appropriate and in time planning and research every dream destination can be a possible destination. Surveys reveal that one can end up spending sometimes thrice the amount of money actually required for a particular destination. So it is always advisable to plan and research for the above mentioned aspects before you approach your regular travel agent. There are many trip planner online services available to make your trips more easy, enjoyable and economical. One such efficient online website service is skyscanner .

skyscanner

The beauty of this website lies in its user friendly graphic interface. Skyscanner compares over 1000 airlines & online travel agents to find you the cheapest air tickets with a click of a button. Not only for flight tickets but it also offers option of choosing from a list of the most expensive business hotels to luxury rooms or even a budget hostel for that matter. And all these services on the website http://www.skyscanner.co.in/ come free of cost.
My dream destination for the year 2014 is Istanbul. Without a second thought I would log into skyscanner and choose the best package of flight tickets for my family. My next research would be to pick the right hotel according my needs and budget. Here is how I would research on my hotel



The snapshots of the website is self explanatory of how easily one can pick his choice of hotel. Also the website has a special tab for booking car/cab services to commute you between hotel and your itinerary.

And all these smart tasks can be done sitting at home and discussing with your family. The tedious task was never so easy and exciting before. Plan instantly your dream destination at  skyscanner and share the joy of  being your own trip advisor. 

This post is exclusively written for "Travel Smart with Skyscanner" contest at Indiblogger.
 




 
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Saturday, March 8, 2014

Games at Twilight


                   It is always relaxing to watch the sunset. Had one such evening at Fateh Sagar Lake in Udaipur. This is one such place where you can spend the whole day with friends and family. There is an adjacent restaurant on the other side of the lake called Curry leaf where you can have sumptuous food to satisfy your taste buds.

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Monday, March 3, 2014

Sorting Out Sid - Book Review



Just Married, Please Excuse, being a best seller, Yashodhara Lal has done good justice to her second book "Sorting Out Sid" too.

The book is an insight into the life of a 30 plus guy Sid and his breaking marriage.  It is a modern day story and most of the readers would instantly connect with it. The story revolves around Sid and Neha. But it is Sid s lonesome Beer sessions on his favorite bean Bag "Brownie" that takes you through the best reading experiences of life. It is insightful, intellectual, emotional and humorous all at the same time. While reading this novel I used to look forward to Sid s beer evenings more than Sid himself. That is the charm of the book. The book depicts the journey of a married man to being happily single again. 

Highlights:

1. The sense of humour that Sid's character imbibes is depicted to the depth of his thought level.

2. The monologues of Sid with his Brownie the bean bag purely hilarious and smart writing.

3. The office sycophancy and irritations are very natural and relative.

 In short  "Sorting Out Sid"  is one book that has all - Job pressure, a stupid boss to impress, sycophancy, a nagging wife, a breaking relationship and a blossoming new relationship with another woman.

Sorting Out Sid  is worth a read. 

Order your Copy here http://www.yashodharalal.com/



Sunday, February 23, 2014

Being Seriously Humorous



Parking his bike under the shade he walked the remaining steps murmuring in frustration.  It was early morning of  first day of the week at office. So i was wondering  the reason for his early morning frustration.

With due concern i asked him, " Ambuja Sir ! you look little disurbed."

"These Tyre companies are simply looting us. Yesterday i bought a new tyre for my bike because the previous one did not last long." replied Ambuja Sir.

Why?  How much did it last ? I inquired curiously.
"Just 10 years old and it lost all the grip." ( Bus dus saal mein hi pura ghis gaya )  replied Ambuja Sir .
Unable to control my laughter i left the place instantly and laughed my guts out inside the washroom. One decade of  rigorous use and he expected his tyre to serve him even more. That was Ambuja sir for you.

He is the man who never laughed. Being serious and stressed out was his innate art. He perspired more than his daily intake of water. Always fearful of being casual or normal, he lived  life on super serious terms. He never relied on anybody. No soul on earth could ever win his credibility. For him the tag "Incredible India meant otherwise". His seriousness was more attributable to his pessimistic approach in life. For him the office air- conditioner  maintaining a hardly 27 degree Celsius was a health hazard. He would often say  " Yaar AC band kar do bimar ho jayenge" ( Switch off the AC otherwise we will fall sick).
When nobody responded to his warnings he would walk like a cat on a secret mission and switch off the AC without anybody s knowledge and approval.

There are a number of funny Incidences that I love to recollect and share with my friends. Here is a list of some chosen one.

You also start planning for the second Child ( Aap bhi dusra bacha plan karo..hmm jaldi plan karo:

 It all happened that one day Ambuja sir' s  eight year old son asked him, ''Papa why I don't have a sibling ?". That one liner was taken so seriously by Ambuja sir that he planned for the next child the same day  without a second thought. And with that planning everybody in the office had to take his advice on the slightest excuse for the next 9 months. He would randomly get in talk with anybody in the office and narrate him his story of how he made up his  mind for the next baby. At the end he would say " Aap bhi dusra bacha plan karo'' ( You also plan for the next child). He went to such an extent that he did not even spare young guys who were still unmarried and happily living their bachelor life.
Once he came to me for his pensive advice and told me the same cliche' liner " Aap bhi dusra bacha plan kar lo". At  that point of  time I was newly married and an immediate baby was no where on my mind. So I told him," Sir ! why should I plan for the next when I am yet to plan for my first baby".
The next what he said became a mammoth joke in my life. To this date I haven't heard a better joke than this one.
 You know what he replied me ?
He said," Pehle ka baad mein plan karna pehle dusra plan kar lo" ( You can plan for the first child later on but plan for the next now) . Otherwise you will not be able to reply your first child.

I think Tension master Ambuja sir took his eight year old son's question too seriously. I thought he was kidding but he meant that.This magnum opus line of comedy came with his sheer seriousness. So maintaining the same line of seriousness I replied him " Ok Sir! I will plan my second child before planning for the first."
( Haan Sir pehle dusra bacha plan karunga uske baad pehla). I thought "boss iska to #ConditionSeriousHai .


You also get your tyres changed ( Aap bhi apna tyre change karwalo)
As mentioned above Ambuja sir changed his bike s tyres after a decade of usage. Inspite of the long service rendered by the tyres, Ambuja sir had bitterness for the tyre manufacturers. But he experienced a better side to his new investement on tyres. His new tyres did not puncture so far and that was a big relief because his old tyres had a very bad history of  frequent punctures atleast twice a week. So he wanted to share his new tip to infinite people in his vicinity. That was also a salvation for his newly acquired tyre tension. Whenever he did something new he used to get tensed and to ease his tension he used to make maximum number of people do that same thing. So now it was time to advice everybody to change their tyres no matter if it was really the time to change. Sooner he entered the office he would say " Apka Bike puncture hota hai kya ?". To this the common reply used to be " Haan kabhi kabhi hota hai" ( Yeah! Sometimes. )
Pat used to come Ambuja' s one liner " Apna tyre change karwa lo" ( Get your tyre changed)
On one occasion he even gave this valuable advice to Nigesh who treated the office with sweets for his new bike a month back. Just imagine what shock he would have gone through on Ambuja sir's suggestion for a new tyre.

There are many parallel  synergistic stories of his tension and humor still embedded in my mind. But for that we need to sit together outside my office. And the best part is that even Ambuja sir can also join the talk because he too enjoys his own stories with a cute smile.


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Confessions of a Regular Lottery Winner.



I am a born lottery winner. As if the whole world is suddenly conspiring to make me the richest breathing man on earth. Everyday the delight of finding e mails conveying my million million dollar lottery wins has crossed all limits of euphoria. Why I am still working in the first place ? Never bought a single lottery ticket in my life and here I am flooded with solicitation requests to claim my winning amounts in dollars. I am randomly the luckiest  soul on earth. Every lottery Kingpin has a moral obligation to make me one of their winners. There is a stiff competition in the international market to shower dollars on me. I wonder if my bank would ever have the space to accommodate my dollar goodies.  But i am a lazy soul so I don't furnish my details and skip the mails. But my lottery patrons never get annoyed or demoralized. They either send me reminder mails to claim the prize money or proliferate even more lotteries on my name. The motive is to make me rich and  motive is all that matters.

Last year an innocent buddy of mine became secretive about his win in fear of being kidnapped for money. The new randomly lucky man did not know the noble motive behind such wins. He was preparing to resign from his new job and dreaming fantasies to spend the promised dollar amount. It was on one fortunate evening I noticed some extra elation and joy in his eyes. After a lot of pampering the lucky man told his billionaire in making story. And i took a step forward to explain him his fate. He was enough shocked to unsubscribe his name from being lucky ever after. The last time I found him lucky again was for being an expectant father.

I know we all are  victims of being over lucky or randomly lucky these days. Our spams and junk emails are a living testimony to this truth. Suddenly there is a dreadful scarcity of winners and abundance supply of money on earth. Asians are winning more lotteries in Europe and America than their own citizens. To them I would say," Charity begins at Home" . 

An extract of infinite mails I get everyday to celebrate is attached herewith for your kind information and necessary action please. Discard them on the first sight. And be Lucky to be Unlucky. 




BRITISH COLUMBIA NATIONAL LOTTERY BC-49,

Unit 5, Tiger Court, Kings Drive,Kings Business Park,
Prescot, Knowsley, Liverpool, L34 1BH.
BC-49 Lottery Chip NO: IMP/73253CO/2013

Dear Lucky Winner Account User,

It is apparent that this notification will come to you as a surprise but please find time to read it carefully as we congratulate you over your success in the just concluded and official publication of results of the e-mail electronic online Sweepstakes organized by The BRITISH COLUMBIA MICROSOFT NATIONALLOTTERY in conjunction with the British Government and the UK Lottery Committee held on SAT 12/21 2013 here in London. A Draft of $500,000USD (FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND UNITED STATE DOLLARS) will be issued in your name as one of the lucky winners as soon as you contact our payment bank agent in UK (NATWEST BANK OF ENGLAND).

It is important to note that your award was confirmed and released with the following Winning particulars attached to it.

Winning No: 17 32 33 43 44 46

Bonus No: 16

Date: SAT 12/21

Ref No: IMP/73253CO/2013
FILL PAYMENT PROCESSING FORM:
(1) FULL NAME:
(2) FULL ADDRESS:
(3) AGE/SEX:
(4) OCCUPATION:
(5) TELEPHONE NUMBER:
(6) TOTAL AMOUNT WON:
(7) YOUR WINNING NUMBERS:
(8) COUNTRY:

CLICK REPLY AND SEND DETAILS FOR VALIDATION TO (Mrs.Angela Lewis Secretary General)

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Monday, February 3, 2014

Until One Day


 

Utopia ( Meaning- an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect. )
Often we pass the best days of our lives craving for something called Utopia. For us the perfect world never exist, We are always in short of small and big things. We are always in short of time, occasion, opportunities, money, love and all that we can afford not to have. And over the time the addiction for this hope goes so insane that we feel at peace with this feeling of longingness for something we don't have. We love to imagine ourselves in short of n number of things, until "One day''.

                                      Until one day something goes wrong with the things we already had. Until the equilibrium we were living with gets disturbed, until we lose something we always had but never valued. That is when we pray almighty for normalcy. Normalcy with which we were living till yesterday. Normalcy that now seems nothing less than the utopia that we were craving till now. Suddenly we realize the importance of all that we had till yesterday. We realize that yesterday was perfect and lacked nothing. So God smartly pulls off one tuned string of our guitar life and tempts us to pray for what we already had. 

Enjoy the life you already have. There is always more you can do from what you have. Don't let the absence of something steal the magic of things that are already present. Instead fashion your every single happiness in  million ways. Life is a bliss without so much. We need to know more about what we have than to count the things we don't have.






Thursday, January 30, 2014

A Sleepless Night


Nights have always fascinated me more than days. Days restrict my ambit of thought and nights makes every ambit a very thought. There is no harm in being little nocturnal. A repose on your bed can actually transport you to different times and situations. Nights are introspective treats, giving you a chance to know yourself a little better, a little more.

I don't have a count of the nights I have spent talking on phone sitting on the porch. All I remember is the various phases of the night that ultimately transforms into a dawn. From howling of dogs to chirping of birds in the dark mornings, I have seen it all.
For me Nights are like drugs.....

Sleepless Night
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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Offbeat is the new Beat.



Movies are an integral part of our lives and society. Movies are all around in our life. Right from festivals to love at first sight, marriages to agonies, we always have a movie or a song to associate with. My first infatuation in school life is book marked with Hum Apke Hain Kaun Songs. Even today when I happen to listen to those melodies I instantly laugh out at those times of stupidity.
As a school boy I only admired movies with high star cast and action pack scenes. But as i grew up I started developing fondness for Offbeat Cinema. My first ever encounter with Offbeat Cinema was Masoom (1983) by Shekar Kapur. And to this date I have not seen a movie of that stature. That was my first affair with off beat Cinema and to be honest it was a very serious one. In the past one decade that followed I have made at least 100 more like me. And the good news is that the community of offbeat cinema makers and viewers both are on a spinning high like never before. We have some very talented directors who have created milestone movies and lured audience to watch it and applaud it with equal ease. As a result even the main stream Bollywood actors are showing keen interest in doing Offbeat Cinema and explore new dimensions of their acting dexterity. Though they don't make a 100 or a 200 crore business at the box office but qualify an actor with unmatched acknowledgement and appreciation world wide.

Here is a list of Five Offbeat Cinema of Bollywood. A must watch for every movie buff.1.  Masoom ( 1983)  



Directed byShekhar Kapur
Produced byChanda Dutt
Devi Dutt
Screenplay byGulzar
Based onMan, Woman and Child
by Erich Segal
StarringNaseeruddin Shah
Shabana Azmi
Music byR D Burman


The movie is a magnum opus of Indian Cinema. A movie much ahead of its time. Meticulous handling of the subject and content makes this movie a cult. Naseeruddin Shah and Shabana Azmi did edge cutting role and took this film to new level of perfection. It is a story about how a wife copes with an illegimate son of his husband. The movie will simply touch your heart and soul.

2. Swadesh


Directed byAshutosh Gowariker
Produced byAshutosh Gowariker
Ronnie Screwvala
Story byM. G. Sathya
StarringShah Rukh Khan
Gayatri Joshi
Kishori Balal
Music byA. R. Rahman


Set in modern day India, Swades is a film that tackles the issues that development throws up on a grass root level. It is to this India, which is colorful, heterogeneous and complex that Mohan Bhargava Shah Rukh Khan, a bright young scientist working as a project manager in NASA, returns to on a quest to find his childhood nanny. The film uses the contrast between the highly developed world of NASA, which has been at the forefront of advances in space research, and this world back home in India, which is at the crossroads of development. Mohan's simple quest becomes the journey that every one of us goes through in search of that metaphysical and elusive place called "home".

3. A Wednesday

Directed byNeeraj Pandey
Produced byRonnie Screwvala
Shital Bhatia
Anjum Rizvi
Screenplay byNeeraj Pandey
Story byNeeraj Pandey
StarringAnupam Kher
Naseeruddin Shah
Jimmy Shergill
Deepal Shaw
Aamir Bashir
Music bySanjoy Chowdhary


An angry common man wages his war against the system in 'A Wednesday'. Now, here's a flick that could make your day. It doesn't send you home romping with joy and crooning sweet songs shot at scenic locales in some distant continent. A Wednesday has none of that Bollywood guck.

4. Dev D

Directed byAnurag Kashyap
Produced byRonnie Screwvala
Screenplay byAnurag Kashyap
Vikramaditya Motwane
Story byAnurag Kashyap
Vikramaditya Motwane
Based onDevdas
by Sharat Chandra Chattopadhyay
StarringAbhay Deol
Mahie Gill
Kalki Koechlin
Music byAmit Trivedi


I've always thought Devdas could only be told in black and white. For it is a bunch of flabbergastingly unidimensional characters -- drunkard, pining lover, courtesan -- that populate Sarat Chandra Chatterjee's essentially simplistic story, remarkable only for its wonderfully amoral, irredeemable titular protagonist. Ushering colour into these monochromatic silhouettes has proved to be disastrous thus far, but Anurag Kashyap trailblazers in with a defiant new version that has only one aim, that to make your jaw drop. Coolth drips from every frame, but we already knew this director as a man of extreme visual flair.

5. The LunchBox


Directed byRitesh Batra
Produced byAnurag Kashyap
Guneet Monga
Karan Johar
Siddharth Roy Kapur
Arun Rangachari
Written byRitesh Batra[1]
StarringIrrfan Khan
Nimrat Kaur
Nawazuddin Siddiqui
Music byMax Richter
CinematographyMichael Simmonds


In an age when instant messaging, email, and various social media have made communication easier and quicker, debutant writer-director Ritesh Batra relies on scribbled notes tucked in tiffin boxes to deliver a charming, old-fashioned love story in 'The Lunchbox'. There's a simple line in this sumptuous film that captures its essence beautifully: "Sometimes even the wrong train can take you to the right destination." It's a line that might help interpret the film's open ending, but one that also nicely sums up its unique premise.The film, set in Mumbai, revolves around a mistaken delivery by the Dabbawalas (lunchbox service) of Mumbai, which leads to a relationship between Saajan, a lonely widower close to retirement, and Ila, an unhappy housewife, as they start exchanging notes through the daily lunchbox.


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