The Year Gone

If I try to think of it, then it draws blank. Can not remember any highs, except, perhaps, this Blog.

Was having usual bad time for long now. Thought it was a passing phase. Things will change for better. Every book, every story talks about changing fortunes. Even most of the films have happy ending. But it was not happening. Not for me, at least. So much so, that it was getting difficult to concentrate even on work.

Till date, I have been lucky with friends. But past two years, there has been an ebb on that front too. School ones, with whom I was probably the closest, are scattered. The college ones have moved on with life. It is pitiable that even in this electronic age, we don't exchange emails for weeks. Not even those stupid forwards. Itney Bure Din Kabhi Na Soche The!

Most of the office ones, have left the company, or even the city. Some of them live in fringe corners of the city. Mulaqat Kya, Jumma Jumma Bhi Baat Tak Nahin Hoti.

So, as fate would have it, in the heat of a moment, during a lonely June weekend in office, I decided to put up my blog. I reasoned to myself, at least, there would be some diversion, if not a break.

But didn't know what to pen. I was never good in writing. I don't have any creative juice in me. What would be the topics ? Will they be personal? How long this mania last?

But now that I had taken a plunge, I knew topics will also come. Will cross the bridge, when it comes. So it started this way, and now it's six months. This, incidentally is my 200th post.

For my happiness, I will call this a reasonable success. I continued on because of blog friends. People have been reading, and even responding. More importantly, though problems are still there, it has been successful in diverting my attention.

Bringing all old friends back on discussion fold was also another reason behind it. So gradually, as blog moved on, I invited all of them. On that front, it is not a great success. Barring five or six of them, no one else comes around.

So all my new and old friends, wish you all the best for this new year, and rest of your lives. Have a very prosperous and healthy new year. See you next year!

The Interview

Months ago, I wrote a post about my dear friend, Timir. I had also mentioned about the classic interview he gave during campus recruitment to land the job. His CPI, which was paltry 5.5, had hit the rock bottom of the entire Aerospace department. It was never believed that with this academic record, he would ever get a job, leave alone the first one in the department.

Well, many a beliefs were about to be shattered soon.

Even when he had cleared the written tests, to be short listed for the interview, along with 36 other B.Techs & M.Techs from various departments, people still thought this was a mere flash in pan. It was indeed difficult because the company was calling in the descending order of the written marks achieved, and his number was at about 25 out of 37.

The number 37 was far too much to select just 8 or 9 people. Even 25 was also on the farther side. And to top that, his pathetic grades. Nothing short of miracle was needed. But miracles never happen. They are created by genius. And Timir, the genius he was, to the utter shock of entire batch, pulled off one.

Interviewers were two - the senior Director, a guy, and the senior HR Manager, a lady. To every person, they were asking two geometry related questions, one puzzle of sorts, while rest was general HR staff. But the problem was that they had a limited set of geometry and puzzle questions, so they were getting repeated. By the time ten guys were interviewed, every still-to-appear had most of the questions by heart.

This was the key for him. He realized that since every one is answering those puzzles, there is no point answering same ones. He needed to do something different. And different he did.

On his turn when he was asked about the first puzzle, he replied that he has heard of it, so please ask a different one. He repeated same answer for next three ones. Perplexed, they enquired about the reason of his knowing all of them. He told them the truth that he has heard them from others. They were highly pleased by his honesty.

Then they asked some different questions, that included a puzzle which till then nobody had answered. Since, there was no of dearth gray matter, it was cracked. This, along with his honesty, had done the trick. His frank admissions about his low CPI, which by then had ceased to be a factor, further sealed the case for him.

Next morning when the list of selected candidates was announced, the only ones from my department were myself and him. Kalpana Chawla's foray in space, and Timir Ranjan Chatterjee's landing the first job in Aerospace department were the most widely talked about topics in both, student and faculty circles of IIT Kanpur that year.

My Last Post On Timir - Rememberance

In Mood With The Times

This one paragraph from Madhushala, by HariVansh Rai 'Bachhan', explains the irony of the current situation. Couldn't help posting them.



But again, those valiant stories of self sacrifice, especially by some young women, bring some joy. Not only people were saving some fellow villagers, there were some perfect strangers doing the same, and gave up their lives. Still, these are the mixed feelings. Not sure whether to feel proud of them, or sorry for them.


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The Silver Line In Dark Cloud

Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which in prosperous circumstances would have lain dormant. At the same time, in some, it brings out the hidden fiend, i.e. Mr. Hyde out of Dr Jeckylls.

Dark cloud first. In Kerela, God's Own Country, thieves have suddenly surfaced up. They have been looting deserted houses, though hardly anything is left in there. To call it sick would be the understatement, but not shocking. I knew, sooner or later, the fiend will come out.

Now the silver line. In Varanasi, the street beggars, who have been dying of cold, if not hunger till yesterday, have been contributing to the relief fund. This, I would call supreme sacrifice because they hardly have anything to contribute. It would also mean skipped or half meals. This was pleasantly shocking, but again Ghayal Ki Gati, Ghayal Janey, Aur Na Janey Koi.

I remember during Rajdhani mishap in Bihar, while the local villagers were trying to bring trapped passengers to safety, in the pitched darkness of night, the police Jawans were caught stealing jewelry and money from the bodies dead and wounded.

Likewise, when that killer fire broke out in Delhi's Upahaar theatre in 1997, even as a holidaying Army Major gave up his life while trying to save the trapped people, some perverted youth were seen molesting the hapless women.

And I don't even want to talk about the fiends who surfaced in Godhra, and later, during riots.

For my comfort, I would ignore the clouds, and cling to silver line, hoping that former would be only the minor aberrations. More an exception than a rule, or else the civilization wouldn't have survived so many thousand of years.

And We Want To Go To Moon

An earthquake, which measured 9.2 on Richter scale! Believe me, it doesn't get more severe than this. It's all time second highest ever in severity . Gujarat one was below 7.0( The date is again 26). Whatever the officials say, the devastation is much beyond they claim. Dreadful, as it may sound, but casualty is going to cross much beyond 50,000. Even 100,000. Take my word.

Such was the intensity of the quake that it created a crack 20m deep, and 1200 KM wide , much the worse, at the sea bed. Had it not been sea bed, casualty would have more just above the epicenter in Indonesia, but the Indian subcontinent would have been spared of the disaster. Unfortunately, that was not to be and for the first time death came with a new name in the region - Tsunami.

30 ft high walls of surging waves, riding at the speed 600 miles per hour, hit the coastal regions. And that's what cost the maximum damage. Such high severity of the quake produced so much turbulence and kinetic energy, that these marauding waves were able to cause so much havoc, even 1500 miles away.

Almost like a missile, where also, the source and target are miles away. But that also means, that we had 1.5 hours to save Andaman and Nicobars, and 2.5 hours to save the entire eastern coast. If not the property, then at least the life. But like always, we couldn't.

Why, we can't even detect floods which are a slow and steady process. Our satellites, costing billions to exchequer, are there just to provide cloud pictures. They are no good than moon, the natural satellite of the planet. The weather forecast is legendry, with fishermen making a point to venture into sea, when advised otherwise. Add to this, the cost of maintaining scientists, who make these satellites, that too with imported technology.

There is no permanent or qualified disaster management committee. It is always made adhoc, that too of the good for nothing Parliamentarians. To show off, we have a Shivraj Patil, the Home Minister, and MP from Latur, who faced a similar situation in Latur earthquakes, more than a decade ago, heading the committee. It was mismanagement galore, then.

Our only ray of hope are ever dependable defense personnel, and good Samaritan locals. They will fight it out for the disaster struck. For those who are affected, and are lucky(or unlucky) to be alive, life again starts from scratch. It is really a heart wrenching sight, seeing one's loved ones being snatched away within seconds, in front of one's eyes, without being able to do anything.

Deplorable that we can't save our own citizens, and still want to go to moon.

Kabul Mein Bhi Gadhey Hote Hain

Lucknow is a city where camaraderie between the neigbours is legendry, so much so, that some people even go to the extent of dumping their own garbage in front of their neighbour's house. 'Mine garbage => your garbage' funda.

It is not that there is no colony sweeper. People, usually put their garbage in front of their house, and sweeper comes and collects it. But due to some inexplicable reason, some people can't help not curbing this irresistible urge.

On this issue, Pune was a refreshing change. Have seen people walking quite a distance to dump their garbage in corporation provided huge dustbins. Though garbage may not exactly go 'inside' it, none the same, it is thereabout. People come even from slums, and even as a late as 10 in the night. That was a real revelation.

But yesterday, it was time for another revelation. I was visiting a hospital in a very posh locality of Pune - Model Colony. From the window of the room I was sitting in, I could clearly see the first floor of the adjoining Bungalow.

It was a huge one, even by Pune's standards, because even those elegant, middle class MIG row houses, found in abundance in Lucknow, are termed as Bunglow over here, and are rare.

A gentleman, who seemed to be in his 50s, was enjoying his breakfast in the balcony. Like the house, he was also huge, and seemed extremely well-to-do type even if he was a tenant at that place. During one of my passing gazes, his behaviour looked a bit queer.

He was making furtive glances, almost like a thief before going for his kill, and between one of those glances he suddenly lifted some thing from his plate, some unfinished stuff probably, and very quickly hurled it across the boundary wall, traveling with the smallest trajectory, crashing bang into hospital campus. Satisfied, he was again back to his normal self, digging into his plate.

I was a bit surprised, as it was relatively unexpected thing to occur, but then I said to myself, that no matter how many good varieties of horses it may boast of, but still Kabul Mein Bhi Gadhey Hote Hain!

Merry X'Mas

Merry X'Mas everyone. Could have been merrier, if it had fallen one day earlier. No Santa on the sledge for me. Might have to work on weekend, as well, though not sure.

Got to see off a friend tomorrow. Another one might be visiting my place. One luckier one is almost off to Mahabaleshwar for the weekend. And yes, the newly wed couple is back from their Honeymoon. This monday is going to hit him most. Back to office, back to terrafirma.

So see you all on monday. Merry Christmas once again!

Who Is Proud Of Delhi ?

Yesterday, Gaurav(Sabnis) raised an interesting question in his Blog. His question, to paraphrase, was that while every one criticizes various aspects of Delhi, there is absolutely no Delhite who stands for the city and counters this claim. The alleged absence of any pride is what baffles him.

Though, I myself no Delhite, I still placed my opinion. Then I thought, since I had made a detailed comment, I would re-organize them and put it as a post. Here are my views.

There is no doubt that Delhi these days makes news, usually, because of wrong reasons. Still, I believe, we as the Indians should be proud of this city, and Delhites should be even more.

It has been the un-official and official capital of the country since the time of PrithviRaj Chauhan, or in fact, Harsh Vardhan. If one believes, even the Pandavas' KhandavPrastha was not far away. Almost every decade, it has faced some sort of foreign invasion, be it Mahmood Gaznvi, Mohammad Gauri, Nadir Shah, Ahmed Shah Abdali, or even Babur. Britishers too didn't spare it.

Most of these invaders were barbaric looters, and the city has always played the first front. People have been plundered, maimed, and killed brutally. Before Mughals, even the rulers kept changing every 30 years. Mohammad Bin Tuglak and Akbar even tried to change the capital.

The last nail in the coffin was stuck by the partition. People arrived and left in HUGE numbers(The largest exodus ever in world history). There was not a single family who did not lose some dear one in that mass exodus and killing. A complete generation was scarred for life. The violence and immigration which Mumbai has been suffering from past 15-20 years, Delhi has been suffering from it for more than 1000 years now. We are lucky that we have been living in it's hinterland.

This amount of relentless turmoil can kill the basic fiber of any city. World history is proof of that. Most of the ancient kingdoms sites have disappeared. But despite of all these adversities, Delhi survived. It's people always rose from the dead like Phoenix, though, this might be a reason for a degree of mistrust amongst it's denizens.. After partition and English rule, people were left penniless. But by sheer survival instincts, grit, and hard work, they are prosperous and happy.

The current bane is also age old. The power center. All the crooks, today, embrace politics, while the enterprising ones stay away from it. The clan of the politicians is large, and their habits are infectitous. The misdeeds of these people and their like minded cronies gets highlighted, while the true essence of this great city remains hidden.

So for rest of us Indians, it's very important to change our perspective, I guess. From our vantage point, things might appear different than they actually are. That city is heart of our country, and our second shield after the great Himalayas.

My Last Post On Cities - City Specials

Bachpan

Poetess Subhadra Kumari Chauhan revisits her Bachpan. Her claim to fame is the fiery poem - Jhansi Ki Rani, now part of every Hindi curriculum. She took active part in Indian Freeedom Movement, and that showed a great deal in her writings. Unfortunately she died at a very young age in a motor accident, which perhaps deprived us from more of her possible works.

This lovely poem will be a trip down the memory lane for all the mothers around. Why only mothers, I think every grown up will ahve feeling of deja vu, reading this. Enjoy.



My Previous Post On Poems - Prateeksha

Shaadi Pics

Today is 22nd December, the smallest day in the Northern Hemisphere. That's the irony of the situation. I have loads of work, but days are small. Feeling the heat, literally.

And North Indian public is chilling out, that too literally as well, in REAL winter. I mean starting the day in misty, foggy, and cold mornings; followed by Dull, Sunless day, with never ending rounds of Pakoris and Chai; and then rib chilling nights.

Sorry guys. I was again back to my dreams. Managed some time to upload a few pics from Ashish(and Shipra)'s marriage. Aren't they one radiant couple?

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My Previous Post On Munna - Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai

The Root Cause

The flurry of activities in past two weeks, especially the DPS episode made me to pause and ponder. It is not the morality or obscenity which bothers me as much for what this boy(and girl) did, pales in comparison to what some fathers do to their daughters these days.

Rather, what bothers me is the listless, sorry manner in which children are brought up today. It might appear as a case of sour grapes, but I can not imagine myself in possession of a mobile, with multimedia or no with multimedia, during my school or college days, not just because they were non-existent at that time.

I vividly remember that we had to earn every penny we demanded from our parents. Even that Laiyya or Bhel at the Thela, after the school, was a luxury which could be enjoyed only once or twice a week. There was no easy money on platter. Parents earned it with hard work, and so were we made to. We complained, of course, but value of the money was always emphasized.

No amount of Sari pulling at the market place would melt their hearts. I had to pool whole year even for my birthday. Double of the collected amount was contributed by them. All these habits helped us a lot in college days, and even today.

Unfortunately, economy is open these days. Rat race for money is on. Parents don't have time for their kids, especially the rich ones. Money is only an ATM away. DVDs, computers, internet - every latest gizmo is available to kids, without proper control. Nothing less than a branded item will do. Flaunting them is a status symbol.

These two kids did it for fun; many of their age do it for money. Not that they need it. But they have a lifestyle to maintain. Not many have the guts to earn it honestly. How can it be explained that same DPS boy, or that IIT-KGP guy sold that MMS to many, when both of them belonged to affluent families ?

The debate will go on. People will talk of banning such handsets, and other crap. These are only the symptoms. No one will see the larger issue. The root one. The parenting one.

The Indian Ghost Stories

If you come across a book titled - The Indian Ghost Stories, written by various writers, compiled by Ruskin Bond, and published by Penguin India Publications, with a price tag of Rs 150 - please make a note that it is for NOT to buy. I will tell you why.

While I was in Lucknow last month, and checking into some books in Universal Book Store at Hazratganj, after a long long time, I came across this book. I could not hide my joy because the stories were written by the luminaries like Rudyard Kipiling, Arthur Canon Doyle, Satyajit Ray, Victor Banerjee and many other known and not-so-known names.

Moreover, it was compiled by Ruskin Bond. I remember while reading Delhi Is Not Far, Bond fondly mentioned about some splendid spooky stories, he chanced upon in a Dak Bangla, during one of his father's several hunting trips. The back of this book said that these were the same stories. I was myself happy to chance upon the treasure that was this book. Or so I thought.

The story reading had never been so disappointing. As the name suggested, all stories belonged to India; mostly during the Raj period. I must say that stories by Indian authors were some what gripping, with some element of mystery. But most of the English writers' works were trash. No spook element whatsoever.

Biggest culprit was Rudyard Kipling. Both of his stories , written in some weird flow of English, not reader friendly, and brought me headache. And of course, smacked of all those cliches associated with the Raj. The Indian characters were shown as oppressed, worker class, & thugs. While, English were superior, haughty, & sacrosanct. In line with his notorious statement about Indians - 'The white man's burden'.

Then there were all those oft repeated facts about India like snakes, jogis, elephants; the cast related digs and stereotypes. The stories about villages, jungles and superstitions. Even the Gods were not spared.

More importantly, the whole book was all but scary. It won't scare or excite even a kid, leave alone adults. I am sure it was the Dak Bangla which scared the child Ruskin, not this book. He fooled me into this one, but at least those who read this post would be wiser.

My Previous Book Review -Delhi Is Not Far

Deserted

Seems like a desereted blog this. No comment for past 30 hours now. Sigh!

Bond Of The Music

This article on MS Subbulakshmi is the perfect example how music binds different part of India into ONE. As they say, music is the universal language.

Prateeksha

The joy of waiting, expressed by Harivansh Rai 'Bachhan' in this lovely poem Prateeksha. Very nicely done.

Have to agree - Jo Maza Intezaar Mein Hai, Woh Deedar-E-Yaar Mein Nahin.

My Previous Post On Poems - Manav

Bhansali And His Guts

During the last episode of Koffee With Karan, Sanjay Leela Bhansali and Aishwariya Rai were the guest. For me, the highpoint of the whole episode was the two answers given by Bhansali. They were as follows.

Karan To Bhansali: Who, according to you, is the most overrated actor of the film industry ?
Bhansali To Karan(Nonchalantly): Vivek Oberoi.

The above answer was bang without any hesitation. Miss Rai looks down with not preferring to show her emotion.

Karan To Rai: What do you have which others don't?
While Miss Rai, looks for some usual diplomatic answer, Bhansali offers to answer that for her.

Bhansali To Karan(Smiling wickedly): Giggles. She has giggles, which others don't. And guess what was her reaction to that answers? Sheepish giggles, of course!

Prior to this, I was a kind of a fan of the movies which had a Bhansali touch, including the movies, when he was assistant to Vidhu Vinod Chopra i.e. Parinda, 1942 -A love Story; and of course, his own movies - Khamoshi- The Musical , Hum Dil De Chukey Sanam, & Devdas.

Now I also know that this man has guts. Guts to speak the truth, even in the presence of concerned party, even if it is not comfortable. And he has the guts to make a movie like -Black. Way to go!

Neighbour's Envy

These days Foreign Office at South Block, New Delhi must be wondering about that famous 'Rin' question. 'Padosi Ki Kameez Meri Kameez se Safed Kaise?' Padosi, of course, is Pakistan. And following are the reasons for the feeling of more Safedi across the border.

Firstly, USA lifted all the sanctions which it had imposed on Pakistan, when it performed nuclear tests in 1998. Against India, however, many of those sanctions are still there.

The next reason is more concerning. USA has decided to give Pakistan those much delayed F16 fighter aircrafts, capable of carrying nuclear payloads. This deal was blocked by Clinton regime at the wake of nuclear tests. This curb goes off too.

Reason given by visiting US Foreign Secretary, hold your breath, is that this has been done to protect Pakistan from Taliban and Al Qaida! Beats me!! Ab Kis Baap Ko Apney Hi Bacchon Se Khatra Hoga. Al Qaida, Taliban, and Pakistan, after all, all are a family.

Now comes the most preposterous one. UK has decided to appoint an honorary consul at Mirpur in Pakistan Occupied Kashmir. India, of course, has lodged protest citing it as disputed area, under illegal occupation of Pakistan. British High Commission has said that there are nearly 500,000 people from that region in UK. So this is for people's benefit.

In other words, this is a tacit acceptance of the fact that this region is now a legal Pakistani area. What can India do ? Just rant, nothing else. Only a fortnight ago, Mr Pranab Mukherjee was harping on the fact that his government has better foreign and hostage policy. With these latest developments, it has gone Phut now.

The old chap needs to understand that nothing beats vote politics, be it India or US. Attack on Afghanistan and Iraq has helped Bush garner crucial votes. Pakistan has been of great help. Therefore, now Mushy baby and Bushy baby are the best of the pals. Nothing can dislodge that for now.

Also, what is more significant is that Pakistanis are apparently an influential category among the voters of Blackburn, UK which is, incidentally, British Foreign Secretary Jack Straw’s parliamentary constituency. Vote politics, again.

Tomorrow is Vijay Diwas, and that shirt, it seems, will remain white for a while now.

The Maiden Rendezvous

Wanted to call it- The Golden Rendezvous, borrowing it from that famous Alistair MacLean novel, but finally settled down to- The Maiden Rendezvous, since, I was meeting with Muskaan(maiden), and so with her mother- Shruti, for the first(maiden) time.

She was waiting for us in her mother's arms, but was not so amused at the sight of strangers. Howwever, then she caught fancy to the flower bouquet, and soon that radiating smile appeared on her face. The first battle was won, but she still wasn't coming to my arms.

Well, it had been a long time since I had become a Ghoda, and it was time to do that again. The trick worked, because one ride on my back, and we became friends. She gave us company at dinner, chat, and even sang some sort of song which only she could understand. My camera shutters were busy all that while. She was in no mood of sleeping, and had to be forcibly taken away for sleep by Shruti, well past eleven.

Not even nine months, and she already knows how to compel her parents to submit to her demands with her mock crying and anger. And of course, she loves herself in mirror, and spends a lot of time in front of that. A true blood girl.

Every above moment was so special. May be every child does that, and every normal person enjoys that. So did I. I remember that most enjoyable portions of Ramcharitmanas are Bal Kand, and Sundar Kand.

My line of the month was when Shruti said that a room emits a special glow whenever flowers are kept there. I said that glow is not due to the flowers, but due to Muskaan. Needless to say that the rendezvous was most satisfying, and I am overwhelmed.

Aaj Insey Pehli Mulaqat Hogi

Fir, hopefuly, Amney Samney Baat Hogi. A long wait, 8.5 months, after her birth. For those who have joined in late, she is Muskaan, my friend Rohit's adorable daughter.

Customer Care

Last evening, I received a call from a representative of an organization doing some survey on electronic equipments. Following is the piece of conversation which took place.

The Girl: "Hello sir. I am calling from XYZ organization doing a survey on electronic equipments. Can I take a few of your minutes ?"

The voice looked familiar. But heck, all call center girls sound same.
Myself: "Hmmm, okay, but only a few minutes, please!"

The Girl: "Thank you sir. I won't take much of your time. Sir, do you have a refrigerator at home?"
Myself: "Yes, I do."

The Girl: "Of which make, sir?"
Myself: "Whirlpool."

The Girl: "Sir, Kya Woh Theek Se Chal Raha Hai ?"
Myself: "Haan"

The Girl: "Bilkul Theek Se Chal Raha Hai ??"
Myself: "Haaan, Bilkul !!"

The Girl: "To Zor Se Pakad Li Jiye, Werna Bhag Jaiga !!!!"

Arrrrrrrg. I was shocked, but then I heard a chuckle at the other end. No way I couldn't have recognized that. It was my little sister who was playing a prank at me. We had good a laugh long after that and she kept pulling my leg for not recognizing her instantly.

I am very bad at the voices over the phone, hence proved.

The so called 'Society'

Last week, one of my friend's 2nd floor flat was robbed, while he was away to his hometown. That's unfortunate enough, but more unfortunate was the fact that none of neighbours got even whiff of that. Or they simply didn't bother.

Aloofness. That has been the culture of affluent, and not-so-affluent societies in cosmopolitan cities these days. Interaction is negligible as we just have -I, me, myself to think about. A helping hand is termed as invasion to privacy. I know people who don't know, who their neighbours are, never mind they have lived at the same place for last 2 years.

In Mumbai, a person died in his flat and his dead body remained unnoticed for three years ! The other factor is regional stereotypes. Languages and culture don't match. One may be curious, but from the distance. And the rest of them are bitter snobs.

This flat system gives a false sense of security. A lock, a latch is not good enough. Not even the security guard. Lapses keep on happening. There is always enough scope and time for the prowler. Elderly are killed, inhabitants are robbed - all this because we depend on somebody else for our own security. The misnomer called society.

All this is very much there in Pune. Since robberies are not very common here, my friend was caught off-guard. Now, we all are wiser. The places where thefts are more common, like Lucknow, we already take extra steps for our security. Multi-locks, channel gates are used. There always is a second line of defense. Jewelry is kept in lockers( In Delhi, now a days, even they are not safe).

More importantly, we make a good, lasting bond with our neighbours and in-house tenants. We are like a family. I don't have much to worry about my folks back home. The following piece of information sums it all.

Whenever I go to Lucknow and come back to Pune, I have to stay overnight in Allahabad. One of the daughters of one of my acquaintance, who were once our neigbours in Lucknow, has been married settled there. I have been gleefully staying there overnight four times year, for past five years. Can you believe it?

Manav

I am again in 'love' ly mood. This poem shows how Padma Bhushan poet Bhagwati Charan Verma got his inspiration. He is the one who wrote the famous novel Chitralekha, which was made into a film by Kedar Sharma. He also got Sahitya Academy Award for his novel Bhoole Bisre Chitra.



My Previous Post On Poems - Sahir

Number 1 & Number 2

I agree that we are living in such a cruel times. But still it's difficult to comprehend that these sleepy-eyed, twin cuties have been left abandoned by their parents! Was watching them on television yesterday, and it was really a heart wrenching sight.

Just look at the hair, both the number and colour. Most of my friends don't have so many of them. What should have been bundles of joy, instead have been left to fend for themselves! Whatever the reason may be, from rape to love child, but did they deserve this? Will their parents ever live or die in peace.

Not that this has happened for the first time, and not that I didn't feel bad about that before. But there are some relevant times when the sting feels the worst. I remember there was a nullah behind my school. When I was in my grade IV or V, during an assembly session, we noticed a newly born child's body floating in that. It was blue and dead. That sight shocked both kids and teachers alike.

However, there is a silver lining for these kids. They didn't die, luckily. Many childless mothers, single ladies, even a mother of twelve have come forward to adopt them. A dimpled smile is enough to melt their hearts. But both these small ones, called Number 1 and Number 2 will have to do without mother's milk. There should be capital punishment for this.

Sahil

Mark these words by Sahil Ludhiyanivi, one of the greatest Urdu and Hindi poets of the country. This is not exactly a poem. It's a Hindi Gazal, and how pertinent one at that.


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Hate Mail

There are a few people I know, see, or aware of, whom I loath to the point of hatred. But not even half as much, as I feel that emotion for ever irritating Sajid Khan, with my due apologies to Vandy. I know she likes his performances.

His screen presence, voice, everything acts as perfect repellant for me. The way he makes nasty remarks about people is everything, but funny. In fact they are very offensive. Even Shekar Suman pokes fun, but it is always a naughty humour, never going too personal.

On one particular show of Zee India's Best, Mr Khan was giving a pep talk to participants. He was so pugnacious that day, that participants just fell short of crying in the end. This behaviour is usually shown by those people, who have troubled childhood. But to make a profession(which is a failure) out of that, is simply unacceptable.

Now comes the latest incident, which added fuel to my fire. That day I was watching Muqabala, on NDTV Hindi, and topic of discussion was about changing trends in humour. Ashok Chakradhar, Surendra Sharma, Sajid Khan, and Ad director Prasoon Joshi were the debaters.

When Sajid Khan was asked why does not he goes to Kavi Sammelans, to everyone's shock, he replied that they use 'north Indian Hindi' over there, which he doesn't understand ! He didn't even bother to say it as 'shudhh Hindi'. I kept wondering if there is, similarly, south Indian Tamil, west Indian Gujrati etc. This idiot has such respect for Indian languages.

Anyway, I quite enjoyed the show because both Chakradhar and Sharma took the winds out of him in those 50 minutes, and he was looking sheepish at the end. I guess, he was not able to understand the 'north Indian Hindi' which they were speaking. Pardon me for writing such damning post, but I couldn't help it.

Aaj Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai

Yes, today is one of my best friend's wedding. However, it does not seem that Sarey Sansar Ki Shadi Hai, as I am not able to make it to the occasion. We share the same birth date, and shared the same room for a while. God forbid, but we might have shared the departure date from this planet, as well.

Apart from the event, I am also going to miss the-much-due group gathering. It's been a long time when we were last together. Long time I have been to Kanpur, more importantly IIT-Kanpur. Have heard about the good changes taken place over there. Wanted to meet some of mine old Profs, and also get that familiar feel of the campus.

Come to think of it, then I guess fate didn't want me there. His marriage was to happen last year, but unfortunately got cancelled. I had planned my leaves then accordingly. This time also, though, planning was ready, but circumstances blocked it.

But this time marriage is for real. My good wishes for Ashish and Shipra. All I can naughtily say - Ek Kunwara , Fir Gaya Mara, Phans Gaya Dekho, Yeh Bechara ! My sincere wishes that Uska Shadi Karte Hi Baja Na Baje!

City Specials

Having been travelled to many cities, and even if not travelled, one does get an idea what are the special gourmet delicacies of various cities. Here is what I think of them. Reader's suggestions, are welcome.

Pune: Bakerwadis, WadaPav, Modhak, Kayani Baker’s Shrewsbury biscuits, Chittale Bandu's Amra Barfi, Karachi SweetMart, Lakshminarian's Chiwda.

Lucknow:
Dussehri, Lucknawi, Chausa, Langda Mangoes(in total 1300 varieties, ahem, including names like Kali Ghata, Badlur Asmar, Suhagsisi, Shyam Sunder, Kelwa Misri);

Tunde's Shami, Seekh, Boti, Kakori, Patili, Ghutwa and Galawati Kebabs;

Dum Korma, Dum Murg, Dum Biryani, Roomali Roti, Nahari Kulcha, Warqi Paratha, Sheermal, Dahi-Tikki-Chaat, Falooda Kulfi, Revadiayan.

Kanpur: Badnaam Besan-MotiChoor Ladoo, Kajoo Barfi, Makhan Singh's Biryani, Dosa at IIT-Gate, Malai Paan at Birhana Road.

Varanasi: Kalakand, Barfi Sweets, Chaat, Banarasi Paan(Betel leaf), Nimmish.

Kolkotta: Roshugulla, Mishthi Doi, Paan(Betel leaf), Chum Chum.

Delhi: Paratha at Paranthe Wali Gali, Chaat at Bengali Market and Sunder Nagar, Bhelpuri at Greater Kailash and Sweetmeats from Annapoorna and Ghantewala.

Allahabad: Guavas.
Nagpur: Oranges, Haldiram
Jaipur: Ghevar
Agra: Petha
Mathura: Brijwasi's Peda
Orai: Gulab Jamun
Mumbai: Bhelpuri, Pav Bhaji, Bombay Halwa.
Hyderabad: Biryani.

I know this list is grossly incomplete. But that's exactly the time I have. Keep suggesting.

Added after suggestions

Ahmedabad: Dhokla, Undhiyu, Khandvi, Mohanthal, Patra, Khichadi Kadhi.
Hardwar: Chotiwala's Chholle Kulche.
Goa: Vindaloo, Fish Curry, Pheni.
Dehradoon: Leechies, Stickjaws from Kwality.
Mahabaleshwar: Strawberries.

Theory Of Numbers

What is the difference between numbers 439 191 and 43 91 91?

Statistically speaking, nothing. But there are situations, when they appear to be different. On a tense morning, some nine and half years back, June 15, 1995, that was exactly what had happened. For a split second, the same number was so different.

For the uninitiated, this very day is set aside for all India declaration of IIT-JEE results. I had given a mixed performance at the exams, a month back. A horribly bad Physics paper, an average Chemistry paper, a good multiple choice, objective paper, and a brilliant Mathematics paper.

Since this was the competition for the best engineering institute in the country, my chances were like that of finding a needle in a hay stack. Earlier, I had a dream as well, that I could not clear JEE. But internally, I was also aware that my hopes are not entirely dashed. There was still a thin rope to cling on.

But I had made everything clear to my parents. That exams had not gone well, and that I stand no chance. I didn't want them to nurture any false hopes. Dejected they were, but like me, they also internally felt the opposite. They thought I was telling a lie to keep the expectation low. Sometimes, parents are more confident of their wards, than the person in question itself.

Therefore, I wanted to see the results first. I didn't want anybody to tell me that I have not made it. I got up early waited for newspaper in the lawns. To my horror, I was soon joined by the entire family. While I was still trying to shoo them off, the paper landed. I was the first one to get it, and searched my roll number. It was surely there, against All India Rank 1270.

As soon as I heaved a sigh of relief, I saw the number on my father's hand. But wait a minute, it was a different one. I choked with shock because I had seen the wrong number. But soon, the haze got cleared. As a habit, I had memorized the number 3 digits a piece i.e. 439 191 while my father had written it as two digit a piece - 43 91 91.

In anxiety and excitement, the two appeared to me as different numbers. But once things got cleared, smiles came back. It was like receiving double joy that day.

Adarsh Prem

This is what 'Adarsh Prem' is, says Harivansh Rai 'Bachhan'.



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Cricket Postcard

After a long time, something on cricket. Had taken a brief hiatus after sickening performance during India-Aussie series. But a series win today, finally brought smiles.

After creating havoc over visiting Kiwis during NewZeland-Aussie series, Steve Bucknor asked for more technical support for umpires like ear piece. Sure, but those ear pieces must posses amplifiers from loud speakers. Please also give him a pair of multiple lense, super zoom binoculars. Along with that, he would also need those multiple beam flashlights, used by police force. Then only he would be able to make correct decisions. I am glad he didn't demand sticks for hitting errant appealers like Parthiv Patel.

At least Kiwis have this much luck. Billy Bowden was born in their country, so he won't be able to trouble them in international test matches as he can't officiate.
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Clive Loyd is angry with Ganguly. So are Steve Waugh , Atherton, and Peter Reboek with ICC. Why ? Well Indian bowlers took almost 4.5 hours(an hour more) to complete stipulated 50 overs during Indo-Pak match, but still ICC set aside the punishment.

Loyd says that 'this guy thinks he is above law' because Ganguly decided to appeal. Waugh, who have an opinion on every matter wanted Ganguly to be punished to set an example. Atherton and Reboek lamented growing Indian influence at ICC.

I have only to say this. Observe these situations, and yourself decide what should be punished and what not.

Incident 1: Shane Warne sends obscene messages to a nurse.
Incident 2: McGrath ask Ram Naresh Sarwan -"Are you and Lara gay". To this Sarwan replies -"Ask your wife. She knows it all."

Well if these utterings on Cricket filed can go unpunished, then, on a dew laden evening, when ball was changed thrice, Batsman was treated on field, then he limped off the field, then he again came back, that too with a runner, when extra drinks break were taken, when ball was being wiped after every delivery, how come a captain can be made responsible for all these deeds ?

But then this is nothing new.

Veer-Zara

This is not a review of sorts. There are many better ones already doing the round. Just want to state a few observations.

Firstly, the director, Yash Chopra must be credited for a doing a splendid work on a terribly botched script by the writer, Aditya Chopra. I won't question the novelty of the script, as we all know that Chopras gonna do what they do best. Romance. They have made this clear, and therefore we can see all those have-seen-before scenes.

But the writer has failed to better even what has been done before. Please observe this. Shahrukh was taking a leave for Lohri, which happens to be in mid January, the coldest month in north India, including Punjab, but nobody is using even a Shawl, forget sweaters.

Rush at the Atari station is attributed to Id. Boss, Id-Ul-Fitr takes place much before that, even before Christmas. Id-Ul-Zuha, ie Bakrid usually is in February, while Id-E-Milad happens 5-6 months later. So which Id has been talked about. Manoj Bajpayi has been introduced as Mangetar, while Mangni takes place some weeks later. We thought there is no Mangetar without Mangni.

Court scene was terrible. Chopras( Both Yash and BR) have been known for their gripping court scenes. Yash has directed many of his elder brother's court room dramas like Waqt, Kanoon. He has done terrific work in his home production Ittefaq too. But this one was no show. All the hype built from the beginning turned into an anti-climax.

But Chopra the director, well supported by the performances was at his best. The scene of the movie was Zara's departure at Atari station. I loved the whole 10 minute capsule. The till now missing chemistry between the Priety and Sharukh finally developed. Nothing of that sort could be seen in Dil Se and KHNH. But chemistry was great between, Shahrukh-Rani and even better between Shahrukh-Amitabh.

Barring Anupam Kher, and Hema Malini, who had little to do, all the lead actors were superb. But for the Shahrukh's overacting with the old man's getup, it was his best performance in recent times. He didn't look convincing as an old man. The only person who comes to my mind playing the old man superbly, despite being young, was Sanjeev Kumar. Even Amitabh wasn't as good there. Though I loved the older Amitabh in Akhiri Rasta.

Last thoughts. Looking at the scenic visuals in the movie, I wondered why did Yash Chopra ever go for Swiss Tulip gardens. India is so beautiful.

Nandan

If there is a born engineer in my group, then there is only one worthy person. Rest of us only hold a degree. We were just good at Maths, Physics, and Chemistry, the quintessential eligibility criterion to become almost an engineer.

A new mobile, or camera or even a TV remote won't escape his attention. And Before long, there would come a humble request - 'Kya Mai Isey Khol Ke Dekh Loon ?' Nothing short of a scream will stop him from prying it open. And he has been doing that since his childhood.

He knows all about gadgets, gears, circuits, chips - everything. At a course in IIT, his ship 'Santa Maria' was the first in the race in swimming pool by a big margin.

Why, he is a born writer as well. You will hang on to his every description. He has a good eye for detail. His 'Doomsman Ki Diary' has lot of Sher penned by 'Ashq Lakhnawi' i.e. himself.

Despite all his greatness, he is a shy person. Sometimes, his fuse gets short but all in all, a very good friend to have. I won't ever able to repay what he has done for me in my difficult times.

Happy Belated Birthday, Ashutosh.

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Prayer

Music channels have been showing a prayer from the movie Swadesh. 'Pal Pal Hai Bhaari', with Ram Leela background is a commendable attempt in this age. There was 'O Palanharey' in Lagaan as well which fitted with the mood of the situation.

The trend of prayers in movies was, in a way, 'rejuvenated' by Lata's magnificent rendering of 'Ek Tu Hi Bharosa Ek Tu Hi Sahara' in Anil Kapoor's Pukar. Earlier, every third movie use to have a prayer.

'Tu Pyar Ka Saagar' from the movie Seema, sung beautifully by Manna De, makes the part of my earliest memories. 'Allah Tero Naam' from Hum Dono is a jewel in Lata's crown. Rafi graced 'Sukh Ke Sab Sathi' in Gopi.

One of my all time favourites is Guddi's 'Humko Man Ki Shakti Dena', sung by Vani Jairam, written by Rajkamal and composed by Bhajan specialist Vasant Desai. The prayer-cum-song which continues to appeal me is 'Itni Shakti Hamein Dena Daata' from the movie Ankush.

But the mother of all prayers and my all time favourite is the one and only - 'Ai Malik Tere Bande Hum' from V.Shantaram's Do Ankhen Barah Haath, written by Bharat Vyas and set to music by, who else, Vasant Desai. Both the versions of Lata and Manna De are great to hear, and often bring tears.

Here are the lyrics to relive this master piece.
Aai Malik Tere Bande Hum, Aise Ho Hamaare Karam
Nekii Par Chalen, Aur Badi Se Talen
Taaki Hanste Huye Nikale Dum

Jab Zulamon Ka Ho Saamnaa, Tab Tu Hi Hamein Thaamnaa
Vo Buraai Karen, Hum Bhalaai Bharen
Nahin Badale Ki Ho Kaamnaa
Badh Uthe Pyaar Ka Har Kadam
Aur Mite Bair Ka Ye Bharam
Neki Par Chalen, Aur Badi Se Talen
Taaki Hanste Huye Nikale Dum

Badaa Kamazor Hai Aadami, Abhi Laakhon Hain Isamein Kamin
Par Tuu Jo Khadaa, Hai Dayalu Bada
Teri Kirpaa Se Dharti Thami
Diyaa Tuney Hamein Jab Janam
Tuu Hi Jjhelegaa Hum Sabke Gam
Neki Par Chalen, Aur Badi Se Talen
Taaki Hanste Huye Nikale Dum

Ye Andhera Ghana Chhaa Raha, Tera Insaan Ghabaraa Rahaa
Ho Rahaa Bekhabar, Kuch Na Aataa Nazar
Sukh Ka Suraj Chhupaa Jaa Rahaa
Hai Teri Roshani Mein Vo Dam
Jo Amaavas Ko Kar De Poonam
Neki Par Chalen, Aur Badi Se Talen
Taaki Hanste Huye Nikale Dum

Hulchul

If you people expect the movie to be in line with Priyadarshan's old laugh riots like Hera Pheri, and Hungama, you are sadly mistaken. It's nowhere near it. But it's not a bad movie either. Watch the movie for effortless Arshad Warsi, and K. P. Saxena's fantastic dialogues.

The biggest mistake writer-director did was mixing drama with comedy. His earlier movies were out and out comedies. But in this movie, the highly over the top drama dwarfed comedy considerably. Crowding the movie with so many characters was another folly. Can you believe that Paresh Rawal has decent scenes only after interval ?

But as I said, K. P. Saxena's has done some outstanding work. For e.g. 'Bhaiyya, Kab Tak Palang Ke Dono Taraf se Uth-te Rahoge ?' This was to indicate for how long 'Bhaiyya' intends to remain unmarried. Arshad Warsi, meanwhile, continued from where he left in MunnaBhai M.B.B.S. Paresh Rawal was good in the limited scope he was given. Rest of the performances ranged from OK to bad.

Those who were planning to watch the movie in theatre should drop the idea. Compact Disc might be the better one.

Gossip Time

This is about the new show on Fridays, 10 PM, on Star World - Coffee With Karan. After watching both the episodes, the first with Shahrukh and Kajol, and the next with Rani and Kareena, it became plain to me that it's a rank gossip show, where both the guests are pitted against uncomfortable questions about their personal and professional lives.

However, the ready wit of Karan makes the show enjoyable. And my watching of both the shows, I must admit, has increased my Bollywood general knowledge considerably, and I am itching to share it with all of you. So here it is.

-Shahruhkh, and Ajay Devgan are not comfortable with each other.
-Rani and Aishwariya do not see each other eye to eye, courtesy Chalte Chalte.
-Rani and Vivek Oberoi have fallen out because of latter's live media briefing on Salman's issue. Miss Rai could also be a reason.
-Priety and Rani have a strong under current against each other, though they may not entirely agree. Yash Chopra and Karan's movies may be the cause.
-Kareena and Bipasha are up against each other's throat from Ajnabi days.
-Kareena and Amisha spat has now taken the shape of a cult classic.
-Kareena and Preity also have some khunnas due to Kal Ho Na Ho.
-Priety and Rai get along well. Tera Dushman, Mera Dost. Rani.
-Sharukh has problems with Rai. Chalte Chalte.

Now, some info not achieved from this show, but beforehand.

-Kareena and Bobby Deol hate each other.
-Amir won't work with Salman.
-Shahrukh no more likes Salman.
-Rani has a great rapport with all three Khans. Amir, Shahrukh, Salman.
-Raveena, and Karishma once fought for Ajay Devgan.
-Cold vibes exist between Mukherjee cousins, Rani and Kajol.
-Manisha hated Aishwariya for supermodel Ranjiv Mulchandani who was two timing both.
-Manisha had some khunnas with Madhuri as well.
-Aish and Sushmita are no buddies. 'Nothing plastic about me', the famous Aish statement.

Pardon me friends, but I can go on and on. So I have to stop. But gossips won't. For more on that, please watch the particular show.

This Is Life

She had the most beautiful face I had ever seen in person till then. A young bride, all twenty three, and extremely fair. She and her doctor husband were our new tenants. Though her husband had shifted earlier, she walked into our house a few weeks later, on Diwali day.

And we were all mesmerized. Her husband had jokingly warned us that she is a nakchadhi. She was all but that. Her background revealed that she hailed from a super rich family in Varanasi. Her family was obliged to find a doctor groom. On the face of it all looked fine, but we felt there was something amiss. She was not all that chirpy as usual newly wed brides are.

The only time we could see joy in her eye was when she was with us. She felt at home with us. Within a few weeks, the haze lifted. Doctor was struggling with his newly started practice. His family was not a well doing one. Worse still, there was a constant pressure on him to ask for money from his in-laws. Not that his in-laws hadn't already paid them. The demand was for more.

Then we came to know that the doc wanted to marry a fellow doc. These were the reasons enough to indicate why the she usually looked blank. But she had adjusted well with the difficult times. She never complained, and strived hard.

I had barely returned to college after a semester break, when I got a call from home that doctor has committed suicide. It was a mix of money and love affair. They had just celebrated their first anniversary, and to top that, she was pregnant. Her life was shattered. I cursed the doctor aloud.

But here was the more ugly part. His family members arrived in hordes and started planning to marry her with his younger brother while the dead body was still lying in the hospital. They did not wanted to loose Soney Ki Chidiya. My mother acted fast, and quietly shifted all the jewelery and cash to our place. When her family members arrived, my mother gave everything to them and asked them to leave with her fast.

Later she gave birth to a daughter. We use to feel very sad for her and didn't know what future is instore for her. But this time, when I was at home in Diwali, I came to know that an engineer boy saw her in a family function and proposed for marriage. She is now happily married and is United States.

That is life for you friends.

A Beginner's Guide To Patangbazi

Kite flying, that is.

Growing up in Lucknow ensures that one could never have less of kites in one's life, especially so, if the residence happens to be in the walled city. One may not actually fly it, but shouts of 'Woh Kata !!' never seem to fade. I, for one, was a flier, though not a terrific one at that. Still, I could hold on to my own, and had my moments. I did my bit during my early teens, when life was devoid of all those earthly cares.

Unlike other parts of country, where kite flying is at it's peak on Makara Sakranti, in Lucknow the THE day of kite flying is the next day of Diwali called 'Jamghat' (meaning Gathering). It's a Nawabi tradition. I use to collect the kites(Patang) whole year for the day. In fact, I used to be more excited for Jamghat than Diwali.

The seasoned pros used to have 'Baday'(meaning Betting). Baday involved 'Payntch Ladana' i.e. running ones kite into another, while trying to cut the thread holding the other kite. A successful attempt emanates the shout of 'Woh Kata' from excited watchers.

After several such Payntch, the guy whose kite does not gets cut till the end of day, eventually himself snaps the thread near his hand to indicate that Baday is over and he has won the day. Such Baday could be seen in every neigbourhood of the city.

Of course, there were no such Baday for me. In fact, I use to avoid Payntch as well. First because I was not very good at them, and the other fact was I used to hate loosing my much cherished treasure. I was content to keep the kite flying, staying clear of the prowlers. This not to say that I was afraid. If anyone was too adventurous and hell bent on putting up kite fight, the Rajput in me used to get aroused. The result usually used to be 50-50. Otherwise, my policy was Jiyo Aur Jeeney Do.

The threads were also no ordinary one. Basically of two types, the sharper one is called 'Manjha', while softer one is 'Saddi'. Manjha(it contains fine glass pieces), would be tied in front, as it is the one which usually takes part in a duel, while Saddi the one near the hands.

Manjha is not directly connected to bamboo stick of the kite, called 'Thaddey'. First, a V-shaped thread called 'Kanney' is attached to bamboo. Then Manjha is tied to Kanney, and finally Saddi. To fly high, one may need a lot of thread, so it's rolled nicely over cylindrical 'Charkhi'. This Charkhi along with thread used to then cost around 150 bucks, while now it has reached as high as 2000 bucks. That's an indicator enough to show the rate of inflation these days.

Meanwhile, the Patang is ready for it's flight, and all it needs is a 'Chhudaiyya' from a fellow flier. Before long, one will again hear 'Woh Kata!!'.

Sheet Leher

Now that winter has arrived in most part of the country, poetess Sharda Mishra shares the irony of her situation in such a beautiful words.



The metaphors used can't be left unappreciated - 'Khol Pitari Yaad Ki Preet Kare Sanvad', 'Ek Chitthi Gumnam'.

And the last two lines sums up the whole mood. Indeed, a good poem does not comes out due to mere effort, but due to spontaneity.

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Bhai-Bhai And DhiruBhai

A fit case of washing dirty linen in public. And these are the scions of the Ninety Nine Thousand crore group, Reliance, the company that touches more people in India than others.

I had cast my doubts about Mukesh Ambani earlier. And with what I have seen of him lately, I can safely state that he has lived up to my expectations.

Today, the share markets are literally swayed by the two giants - Reliance and Infosys. One false step, and thousands of crores of market capital can be lost in an hour's trading. That's what happened on Monday. One casual remark by Mukesh to a CNBC correspondent, and hell broke loose.

Now the ugly side of this family spat. No sooner did the board of directors appoint Mukesh the sole decision maker as far as financial decisions are concerned than, he ordered the postponement of the gas supply to Reliance Energy's proposed gas based power plant at Dadri.

Experts are convinced that this plant will be a money spinner for Reliance, as electricity devoid Delhi, Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh are big markets. Not only that, it will bring light to lakhs of homes, who are forced to live in darkness.

In contrast to that, Mukesh Ambani has diverted funds to the tune of Ten Thousand and Five Hundred crores to badly doing Reliance Infocomm from the parent company. No prizes for guessing why.

Everyone knows that the energy project at Dadri is a brain child of Anil. It's an economically viable, futuristic project, which as Mukesh would like to believe, is not a White Elephant. On the otherhand, Reliance Infocomm is Mukesh's brain child. After a great start, it's doing miserably all over India, except Uttar Pradesh.

The service is bad. People are fooled with the schemes, and most of the times schemes are changed midway. The ugliest part is that bill retrieval is nothing short of extortion. The only reason they are doing good in Uttar Pradesh is that because currently this state fastest growing cellphone market in India.

So it's plain to all and sundry that Ambani senior is working with jealousy, and not enterprise. Anil no doubt feels stifled and cheated. What Mukesh should realize that in present situation, consumer is a king and since they are late in infocom business, the age old Dhirubhai strategy of monopoly and arm twisting won't work.

And it certainly won't work with your own brother. Split is imminent. Dhirubhai did a big mistake dying intestate.

Met Rohit yesterday, after a gap 4 long years. Had last seen him during 2000 Diwali break. The time, it seems, has fast forwarded since then. He got married to his sweet heart, Shruti, and now has a beautiful daughter, Muskaan, who else. Father he is, but he hasn't lost his boyish charms, yet.

So even if I was tired because of journey, yesterday evening was a refreshing one. Had a nice, long Bulla (means Chat, an IIT-K lingo) session over the dinner. My room was a virtual chat-server during college days. Chat sessions used to stretch till 4 in the morning during weekdays, while weekends often were complete night outs.

We relived all that in short span yesterday. More such sessions are on cards till he his here in Pune. Looking forward to great times ahead.

I Am Back !

Before everyone reaches up for my throat, or declare me an absconder, I must inform that I am finally back. As usual, it's not a great feeling at work after a loooong vacation. Hang over from the visit and journey persists. Limbs are still loaded due to the bone-breaking journey, courtesy Indian Railways. A non-existent direct train between Pune and Lucknow is not my only complain.

But it's not the time for complains. Rather, I must apologize for not updating my blog for such a long period. It might sound cliched, but I felt wanting for time. Reached home on Dhanteras. Next day it was Narak Chaturdasi, then followed Deepawali. The day for Govardhan Pooja and Jamghat was sandwiched between Diwali and Bhaiya Dooj. It was booked for friends, and I also tried my hand at kite flying after a long time.

Bhaiya Dooj, of course was exclusively for my sisters, and I have many of them all across the city. Then we had Id as well. One must not forget that there was an India-Pakistan Cricket match as well. To top it all, my dear sister's birthday also fell on 19th. One day was marked for Lucknow Ki Sair, with my dear ones to relive good old days. Finally, there was a constant trickle of relatives and friends. Felt important.

To Doston Time Kahan Tha!! In fact, I wanted to do a lot of other things, but had to leave. Now that I am back, will keep you posted on the interesting incidents which took place during the visit. So watch out!

Happy Diwali

Now that I am safely esconsed in the comfort of my home, it's time to wish a terrefic Diwali to all of you.

My journey was an eventful one, to say the least. The train engine 'failed' a few miles before Allahabad, and then the bus to Lucknow got stuck in traffic jam due to an accident on highway. Though journey was painfully delayed, the pleasure of meeting my dear ones made it more than bearable. Right now, I am enjoying smiles and sweets all round.

While taking an evening stroll in the familiar neighbourhood, and reliving good old days - I have ended up writing this post just to remind all of you that I am there. But the bandwith and pathetic condition of keyboard sucks in this NetCafe. Will find a better one next time.

Meanwhile, Happy Deepawali once again. Bye for now.

Home Sweet Home

If things go according to plan, I would be reaching Lucknow on Wednesday. That's after a bit longish time, almost eigth months.

Home is the sweetest word, I guess; even more than the word 'sweet' itself. At this, I get reminded of a lovely poem by Sahil Lucknawi, to which I can relate very easily .



Mai nostalgic ho raha hoon, mujhey sambhalo!

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The Great Indian Rope Trick

By hook or crook, India badly needed this victory. Not just because to make the numbers against us look modest, but more importantly to boost the sagging morale of the home team. Some thing special was needed to lift them from the dead pit, they had sunken themselves into.

Some alchemist was needed to do this miracle, and it turned out to be Polly Umrigar, the ex-cricketer and the person responsible for this pitch.It was also imperative to rub the salt to Aussies, to tone down the euphoria they have been sailing into.

Some mirror was desperately needed to show to them that although, they played handsome cricket, it was cumulative effect of injuries, blind umpires, unexpected weather, a lunatic pitch curator at Nagpur, Parthiv Patel, and of course insipid batting form of Indian players, which had made this series grossly one-sided. There is not so much difference between the two sides, as it has appeared.

Good to have a sour taste in the mouth of Aussies, while they leave. They will rant and rumble over the pitch, but it is better than gloating in false sense of supremacy.

Like they say, Jatey Jatey Jaika Bigad Gaya. Good for them!

Law Of The Land ...

Or is it the law of the jungle? I always thought despite adversities, this country is still largely run by the law. My faith is fast petering out.

We have goons like Togadiya, Modi running amok with riots, and have quite a fanfare. We have a Thackray clan who is law unto itself. They can pull down whole machinery of Mumbai city. No words can do justice to the mockery to the law, which Laloo and his thugs are.

Mayawati, and even worse, Jayalalita have chipped in to fill the numbers for ladies. We have Panchayats in western Uttar Pradesh and Haryana, who refute High Court orders openly.

And now we have another parallel law body - All India Muslim Personal Law Board. They follow Shariyat, not country's law. Forget oral triple talaq, the are considering allowing that via emails. But two days back, I saw the biggest bogey.

The gentleman, who was the spokesman for the board, said that they won't discourage child marriage. Reason ? Well, these days grooms are hard to come by, therefore if a family finds a suitable boy at any age, it's better for them.

Good for the family, yes; poor girl, their foot!

When he was reminded of the health problems associated with it, he feigned ignorance, and rather passed the blame to the lack of healthcare facilities. What else could be expected anyway of him, as they don't teach that in Madrassas.

And I am sure, they will get away with this. Law of the land or jungle raj ? Pratyaksha Ko Praman Ki Zaroorat Nahin Hoti(no need to prove the obvious). No wonder my belief is fast petering out!

The Man Who Knew Too Much - III

Now the concluding part...

None of us will ever forget the drowsy summer afternoon which was such a turning-point in the Professor's life.

We were sprawling contentedly on the warm grass while Corporal Turnbull was taking a lesson on the hand grenade.

Corporal Turnbull was a young man, but he was not a man to be trifled with. He had come back from Dunkirk with all his equipment correct and accounted for and his pet kitten in his pocket. He was our hero, and we used to tell each other that he was so tough that you could hammer nails into him without his noticing it.

'The outside of a grenade, as you can see,' Corporal Turnbull was saying, 'is divided up into a large number of fragments to assist segmentation-'

'Forty-four.'

'What's that?' The Corporal looked over his shoulder.

'Forty-four segments.' The Professor beamed at him.

The Corporal said nothing, but his brow tightened. He opened his mouth to resume.

'And by the way, Corporal.' We were all thunder-struck. The Professor was speaking again. 'Shouldn't you have started off with the five characteristics of the grenade? Our instructor at the other camp always used to, you know.'

In the silence that followed, a dark flush stained the tan of the Corporal's face. 'Here,' he said at last, 'you give this lecture!' As if afraid to say any more, he tossed the grenade to the Professor. Quite unabashed, Private Quelch climbed to his feet and with the air of a man coming into his birthright gave us an unexceptionable lecture on the grenade.

The squad listened in a cowed, horrified kind of silence. Corporal Turnbull stood and watched, impassive except for a searching intentness of gaze. When the lecture was finished he said, 'Thank you, Private Quelch. Fall in with the others now.' He did not speak again until we had fallen in and were waiting to be dismissed. Then he addressed us.

'As some of you may have heard,' he began deliberately, 'the platoon officer has asked me to nominate one of you for-' He paused and looked lingeringly up and down the ranks as if seeking final confirmation of a decision.

So this was the great moment! Most of us could not help glancing at Private Quelch, who stood rigidly to attention and stared straight in front of him with an expression of self-conscious innocence.

'-for permanent cookhouse duties. I've decided that Private Quelch is just the man for the job.'

Of course, it was a joke for days afterwards; a joke and joy to all of us.

I remember, though...

My friend Trower and I were talking about it a few days later. We were returning from the canteen to our own hut.

Through the open door we could see the three cooks standing against the wall as if at bay; and from within came the monotonous beat of a familiar voice.

'Really, I must protest against this abominably unscientific and unhygienic method of peeling potatoes. I need only draw your attention to the sheer waste of vitamin values...'

We fled.

Hope you liked the short story....

The Man Who Knew Too Much - II

The story continues from previous post

In pursuit of his ambition he worked hard. We had to give him credit for that. He borrowed training manuals and stayed up late at nights reading them. He badgered the instructors with questions. He drilled with enthusiasm, and on route marches he was not only miraculously tireless but infuriated us all with his horrible heartiness. 'What about a song, chaps?' is not greeted politely at the end of thirty
miles. His salute at the pay table was a model to behold. When officers were in sight he would swing his skinny arms and march to the canteen like a Guardsman.

And day in and day out, he lectured to us in his droning, remorseless voice on every aspect of human knowledge. At first we had a certain respect for him, but soon we lived in terror of his approach. We tried to hit back at him with clumsy sarcasms and practical jokes. The Professor scarcely noticed; he was too busy working for his stripe.

Each time one of us made a mistake the Professor would publicly correct him. Whenever one of us shone, the Professor outshone him. When, after a hard morning's work cleaning out our hut, we listened in silence to the Orderly Officer's praise, the Professor would break out with a ringing, dutifully beaming, 'Thank you, sir!' And how superior, how condescending he was! It was always, 'Let me show you, fellow', or, 'No, you'll ruin your rifle that way, old man.'

We used to pride ourselves on aircraft recognition. Once, out for a walk, we heard the drone of a plane flying high overhead. None of us could even see it in the glare of the sun. Without even a glance upward the Professor announced, 'That, of course, is a North American Harvard Trainer. It can be unmistakably identified by the harsh, engine note, due to the high tip speed of the airscrew.'

What could a gang of louts like us do with a man like that?

to be continued...

The Man Who Knew Too Much - I

Here is a short story by Alexander Baron. This is one of the funniest stories I have read. I will post in three parts so that it may not look too long to read. Enjoy!

The Man Who Knew Too Much

I first met Private Quelch at the training depot. A man is liable to acquire in his first week of Army life-- together with his uniform, rifle and equipment -- a nickname. Anyone who saw Private Quelch, lanky, stooping, frowning through horn-rimmed spectacles, understood why he was known as the Professor. Those who had any doubts on the subject lost them after five minutes' conversation with him.

I remember the first lesson we had in musketry. We stood in an attentive circle while a sergeant, a man as dark and sun-dried as raisins, wearing North-West Frontier ribbons, described the mechanism of a Service rifle.

'The muzzle velocity, or speed at which the bullet leaves the rifle', he told us, 'is well over two thousand feet per second.'

A voice interrupted. 'Two thousand, four hundred and forty feet per second.' It was the Professor.

'That's right', the sergeant said without enthusiasm, and went on lecturing. When he had finished, he put questions to us; and, perhaps in the hope of revenge, he turned with his questions again and again to the Professor. The only result was to enhance the Professor's glory. Technical definitions, the parts of the rifle, its use and care, he had them all by heart.

The sergeant asked, 'You had any training before?'

The Professor answered with a phrase that was to become familiar to all of us. 'No, Sergeant. It's all a matter of intelligent reading.'

That was our introduction to him. We soon learned more about him. He saw to that. He meant to get on, he told us. He had brains. He was sure to get a commission, before long. As a first step, he meant to get a stripe.

to be contd.....

She Walks In Beauty

This is a lovely poem by Lord Byron. His complete name was George Gordon Byron. The woman described in the poem was his wife's cousin. When he first saw her, she was wearing a black mourning gown with spangles.

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to the tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One ray the more, one shade the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.



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Twelve Year Wonder

Before reading this news item, I had heard about this boy in Zee News as well. A twelve year old clearing SAT and TOEFEL, and getting admission in BCA course of Eastern New Mexico University, USA - sounds amazing.

I had also read about a 4 years old girl, who knew THREE languages at that age. In fact, her talent was discovered when her parents noticed that she could read English newspapers. She could recite shlokas from Ram Charit Manas, along with the meaning. No body had taught her as she never went to school and her parents were illiterate and sold fruits to make two ends meet.

Luckily for her, when my school came to know about her, they called her father, gave him a job of an office boy and enrolled the girl without an fees. I hope she goes places. I hope the same for this boy, though money is still the problem. Some good samaritan institution must come up and help this boy achieve his goal.

E B White was bang on target when he said 'Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.'

Karvaan Gujar Gaya

A masterpiece by the noted poet and song writer from my home city - Gopal Das 'Neeraj'. He is also called Geet Samraat, and is a Padma Shri recipient.

He has penned some beautiful film songs like Ai Bhai Zara Dekh Ke Chalo (Mera Naam Joker), Shokhiyon Mein Gholaa Jaaye (Prem Pujari), Dil Aaj Shaayar Hai Gam Aaj Naghama Hai (Gambler) and Megha Chhaye (Sharmilee).

Karvaan Gujar Gaya is one of his most popular and signature poems. It's a treat to hear it from the octogenarian's deep and husky vocals.



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New Book

Just finished Delhi Is Not Far by Ruskin Bond. All those lovers of fauna and flora, it's a must read for you.

I am a great fan of him right from the childhood days. This book is a great collection. Those who haven't been to The Great Himalayas, will find mountains right in their shelf. There are some lovely short stories, essays, poems and excerpts from his novels in the book.

All is typical Ruskin stuff, but I especially loved the description of Ganges, in the section 'Ganga Descends'. There is a lovely chapter on birds, which is not to be missed. His travelogue on Bandrinath and Kedarnath is breathtaking. Reader's knowledge about Dehradoon, Agra, Delhi, Mathura will be admirably enhanced.

One is never too old for 'The Adventures Of A Banyan Tree'. I loved the story when I was a child, and I loved it now as well. 'The Tales From Macabre' section has some minor thriller stuff like 'He Said It With The Arsenic' and 'A Job Well Done'.

But the favourite story has to be 'The Eyes Have It'. Must have read it time and again, and arguably the best story ever written by him.

This man loves hills and has immense knowledge about them. He also has a terrific sense of observation. All this will be very clear from this book. Go and grab it.

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Nightmare for Bunty & Bubbly

Shaad Ali, the director of Sathiya, and son of director Muzzafar Ali, has been shooting for his next venture Bunty & Bubbly , starring Abhishek Bachhan, and Rani Mukherjee. His father is based in Lucknow, while his mother, CPM leader Suhasini Ali, is based in Kanpur.

The movie itself is based in various cities of Uttar Pradesh. So far so good. But since Shaad is bred under Muzaffar Ali and Mani Ratnam( he was his assistant) school of direction, he yearns for realism in his movies. That's why Sathiya was so refreshing. Therefore, he decided to do shooting in Uttar Pradesh, itself.

That, I thought was highly adventurous, especially when Kanpur was one of the locations. Deepa Mehta'sWater ran into problems because of VHPs and Shiv Saniks in Varanasi. A case is running against in Kanpur Dehat against the crew of Lazza. These self-styled preachers always poke their nose in such matters.

Then, there is no limit of unemployed, frustrated hoodlums and mischief mongers. They simply won't allow shooting to happen. That's exactly what happened. Public pelted stones at the actors, local media misbehaved, Abhishek Bachhan's pocket was picked by a thief. Kanpur is symptomatic of the degrading culture and rowdism in the cities of Uttar Pradesh, due to unemployment, and exodus of creamy layer.

Lucknow somehow, remains an exception. The shooting of Gadar, was largely incident free. Still, gone are the days of those nafasat, nazatak and tehzeeb when scores of movies like Umarao Jan, Mere Mehboob, Mehboob ki Mehndi, Palki etc were shot in Lucknow.

Shaad will do well to eschew his homely love, and stay clear of at least Kanpur. That is if he wants his movie to finish in time.

Indian Idol

Much hyped Indian Idol opened with bang yesterday. I mean, almost literally. Those who saw the show, wouldn't ever forget the burly lady in hurry. Not least the judges - Anu Malik, Sonu Nigam, Farah Khan.

For the uninitiated, Indian Idol is a show( on Sony) to unravel a singing talent in India. Auditions are taken all across India, starting with Mumbai yesterday. Contestants would sing a song of their choice, and based on that, judges will decide whether to take them to next round or not.

To be honest, judges were corny. To make the show interesting, they were packing-off failed contestants with some rude-cum-witty remarks( depending upon who you are). Of course, they were following their brief.

All was going fine, when a terribly out-of-tune girl turned up. Well, she claimed to have 'won' singing competitions, but to tell you frankly - her Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam title song recital was most terrible since I heard Sunil Dutt in Padosan. Obviously, she was rejected, and one didn't need a judge to do that.

But her imposing, heavy duty mom couldn't digest that. She crash entered the audition room, demanded one more listening. Judges politely did so, and she again started her pathetic recital. Sonu tried to correct her, but she couldn't catch the tune.

However, her mother declared that she is singing correct, and when again refused - she threw all the files and started to hit Anu Malik. Sonu caught her hand, and there was terrible commotion over there. Outside, she started abusing judges, like Sonu Nigam only does uchhal kood, Anu Malik knows nothing while Farah Khan is only a choreographer.

By then, I was laughing like nuts, and later read a silent prayer for the poor soul of her husband. Anu Malik has had a real close shave.

Yesterday, The Times of India had received information from 'well placed sources' that Sourav Ganguly's bone scan is normal. Today, we came to know that scan showed he has got liquid accumulated in hip joint, that is radiating pain to his thighs. Media has definitely gone to dog these days.

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Katich got out on 99. While some may feel sorry for him, I feel it was 'Divine Justice'. He should have been LBW at no score. Then again at the score 6. Once he was caugth bat and pad. Finally, he was out four times. Aussies seems to be getting in habit of this. Hayden and Langer usually do. I remember Steve Waugh doing this. Ponting, Martyn, and now CLarke as well. It almost like taking 40 wickets against them, to win a match.

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Meanwhile, deadly duo of Steve Bucknor and Billy Bowden are tormenting Srilanka and Pakistan these days. Saw Bucknor giving a Srilankan caught behind, when there was not bat involved. His partner gives LBW when it's bat. Great going fellas !

Mausam Ko Ishaaron Se Bulaa Kyun Nahin Lete
Rootha Hai Agar Wo To Manaa Kyun Nahin Lete

Divaanaa Tumharaa Koi Gair Nahin Hai
Machalaa Bhi To Sine Se Lagaa Kyun Nahin Lete

Tum Jaag Rahe Ho Mujh Ko Achchhaa Nahin Lagtaa
Chupake Se Meri Neend Churaa Kyun Nahin Lete

Lady Killer

I mean, not in literal sense, but by his cute looks, his extremely sharp brain. By his blushing smile, his ready wit. He is the charmer, and has had the most of the girls in the school enamoured by his persona.

Mesmerizer that he his, he is a very smooth talker. Always the one to make an impression even at the first meeting, with guys and girls alike. Throughout the topper(with minor aberrations here and there), he was the most cherished student amongst the teachers, fellow students, even the parents.

Not only that, he has the tremendous command over the pen. I bet, if he decides to write a blog, it would be a best seller. Has the great quizzing skills. Lest I forget, I must add that there is no end to his sporting abilities. Excels in every sport he plays. Got a perfect, smooth side-on right arm action I have ever seen, and very strong on off side while batting.

However, the greatest virtue I can mention about him is that he is a born leader. Always the captain of class Cricket team, class Football team, school (Unity) House captain. Didn't need a MBA degree for that, but now he has it, nevertheless.

But he is a friend for inseparable 14 years, not because of all of this. We became friends in strange circumstances, which only he and Mohan knows. Can't mention that here, I guess. He belongs to my inner circle.

Happy Birthday Hemant 'Naughty' U(t)padhayay !!

My Previous Birthday Wish - Late Charlie

Pune has always been the city with strange weather. Barring rainy season( which is quite pleasant), temperature fluctuations are very sharp whole of the year.

Days would be hot from Sept to Nov; very hot from Feb to May. Nights would always be cooler, and most of the times fluctuation would be as large as 20 degrees in centigrade. Predictably, those who are not accustomed, have a perpetual running nose, round the year. Fear of viral fever or Upper Respiratory Tract is always lurking.

Of course, the heat or cold is not as extreme as it is in the north of Vindhyas. Loo, the typical north Indian wind, is also conspicuous by it's absence, and I am grateful to Pune for that. But I sorely miss that gulabi sardi, which can only be tackled by rui(cotton) or dui(duo).

The chill at night, the fog in the morning, nothing is there. Enjoyed those bonfires at night, with family members breaking into a chat. It feels so lonely over here. Then trudging away to school in our blazers, with that unmistakable clattering of teeth. Used to love all of it.

Heard that the winters have descended early, this time. Looking forward to, hopefully, a cooler Diwali.

Ek Kahaani

This one is by Maithli Sharan Gupt. It's one of my personal favourites ever since my childhood. It is taken from Yashodhara.



Those who can't read it properly, can read it here.

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The least I can say about myself today is that I am seething with rage, with smoke coming out of my ears.

Reason ?

Well, 'prodigy' Patel has done his job again. So has old blind bat, David Shepherd. Latter couldn't see a LBW when Clarke was 11, Patel missed Clarke's stumping at 30, and spilt his catch at 64. To add to the misery, 6 byes were conceded, as well. Clarke with all these largesse is alive and kicking at 73.

With these ifs and buts, India could have restricted Aussies between 300-350, and we had a chance. But now, we have another gruelling day ahead.

See, situation is very difficult for me. If Ganguly's paranoidal obsession continues with that teen sensation, I would soon be suffering with hypertension. This is not his personal fiefdom. India will keep losing opportunities and matches, at the expense of his love story. As if he himself was not enough.

Only Patel's parent can save the country now. For country's honour, I request them to call Parthiv back. They have made enough money. His pension is insured. Now let the country win.

Plain Stupid

"Watch XYZ live on Mid-cap radar, CNBC at 1.15 pm
today "

This is the content of a mail, which was sent to all the employees yesterday, by a top-shot of the corporate communications department of my company. Time 11.30 AM. I have deliberately held back the names for obvious reasons.

To complete the jigsaw, I must add that we do not have a TV set in the office. So you might have already seen the problem. There is no way we can watch this show, and this is not the first instance, we have seen such a mail. Three days back, it was "ABC live on NDTV, 7.15 PM" . Still we keep getting them.

Having enough of this, I exchanged a few mails with the lady concerned to impress upon her the basic contradiction. I realized later that, it's even more stupid of me to do that . Here are the excerpts of the mails which we exchanged.

Lady: "Watch XYZ live on Mid-cap radar, CNBC at 1.15 pm today "
Me : "But how? We don't have a TV in the office."

The lady got miffed.

Lady: "Sorry ...i can do nothing about that."
Me : "That I agree. But don't you think such mails don't make much sense. It might be a better idea to put a video of the event later on the intranet, and send us the link. This was used to be done before. Don't know why it has been discontinued."

By now, she lost her top.

Lady: "This has not been discontinued. It will be put up shortly .U just need to CHECK IT OUT".
Me : "Take it easy, because there is nothing to get enraged. Sending the link has been discontinued, not the video. Anyways, neither the videos are put on main page of intranet, nor there is any hint where the video could be. How do expect us to check it out? "

Full stop.

She couldn't comprehend the logic behind all this because she didn't want to. Actually, all such mails are sent to create a feel-good impression about our company heads, and that how they have reached places. This is silly publicity, a fit case of misplaced priorities.

The lady was angry because she exactly knew what I was suggesting, and that hurt her ego.

The Outsiders

Here is a not-so-small list of those who could or should be out of Mumbai or Maharashtra , if one strictly goes by Shiv Sena Mee Mumbaikar theory.

Bachhans
Who: Amitabh, Jaya, Abhishek
From: Amitabh (Allahabad ), Jaya(Bhopal)

Ambanis
Who: Late Dhirubhai, Anil, Mukesh.
From: Jamnagar.

Kapoors
Who: Prithviraj, Raj, Shammi, Shashi, Rishi, Randheer, Karishma, Kareena.
From: Peshawar

Sharukh Khan
From:Delhi

Amir Khan and clan
Who: Nasir Hussain, Tahir Hussain, Amir Khan, Mansoor Khan.
From: Lucknow

Chopras
Who: BR Chopra, Yash Chopra, Aditya.
From: Lahore

Barjyatas
Who: Tara Chand, Sooraj Chand
From: Kuchaman, Rajasthan.

Roshans
Who: Roshan, Rakesh Roshan, Rajesh Roshan, Hrithik Roshan
From: Lucknow

Gangulys
Who: Ashok, Kishore, Anup, Amit, Anuradha Patel
From: Khandawa, Madhya Pradesh

Dilip Kumar
From: Peshwar

Anands
Who: Dev, Ketan, Vijay
From: Gurdaspur, Punjab

Sanjeev Kumar
From: Gujrat

Salman Khan and clan
Who: Salim Khan, Salman Khan, Arbaz Khan
From: Indore

Akhtars and clan
Who: Javed Akhtar, Shabana Azmi, Farhan, Kaifi Azmi, Jaan Nisar Akhtar
From: Javed (Lucknow/Bhopal), Kaifi( Azamgarh, Uttar Pradesh)

Burmans
Who: SD and RD
From: Assam

Dutts
Who: Sunil, Nargis, Sanjay
From: Sunil( Ambala, Haryana), Nargis(Lucknow/Allahabad)

Deols
Who: Dharmendra, Hema, Sunny, Bobby
From: Dharmendra(Phagwara, Punjab), Hema Malini(Chennai)

Actors/Actresses like Waheeda( Hyderabad), Feroz, Sanjay, Fardeen Khan(Banglore), Rekha(Chennai), Shatrughan Sinha(Patna), Naseerudin Shah( UP), Amjad Khan(UP), Vinod Khanna(Gurdaspur), Sridevi( Chennai), Govinda(Varanasi), Rani Mukherjee(Uttar Pradesh), Ravi & Raveena Tandon(Lucknow), Rati Agnihotri(Dehradoon), Manoj Bajpai(Patna), Ashutosh Rana(Sagar, MP), Irfan Khan( Jaipur) etc also do not orginally belong to the place.

In comedians, we have Mehmood(Banglore), Johnny Walker(Indore), Asrani(Jaipur), Jagdeep( Bhopal).

Singers include Mohd. Rafi (Punjab), Mukesh(Delhi), Talat Mehmood( Lucknow), Hemant Kumar(Varanasi), Manna De. (Calcutta), Abhijeet(Kanpur), Udit Narayan( Nepal), Anup Jalota(Lucknow), Kumar Sanu(Calcutta), Babul Suprio( Calcutta), Shan( Calcutta), Chanchal(Lucknow) etc.

Music directors - Madan Mohan(Lucknow), Roshan(Lucknow), Naushad( Lucknow), Kalyan ji Anandji(Kutchh), Pyarelal( Uttar Pradesh), Ravindra Jain(Varanasi), Ravi(UP), Chitragupta( Patna), Anand-Milind(Patna), Jatin-Lalit(Kutchh) etc.

Lyricists are Majhrooh (Sultanpuri), Sahir( Ludhiyanvi), Firak (Gorakhpuri), Hasrat (Jaipuri), Sardar Ali Jafri( Lucknow), Shakeel (Badauni), Neeraj( Lucknow), Majaj (Lucknawi), Shailendra( Mathura), Anjaan( Varanasi), Gauhar (Kanpuri), Sameer( Varanasi), Maya Govind (Lucknow), Kavi Pradeep (Lucknow).

Then there are Business houses like Bajajs( Rajasthan),Birlas( Rajasthan), Goenkas( Rajasthan) who should leave. Narayan Murthi(Mysore) might not have found his wife, and Infosys might not have even born. Not in Pune, at least.

As you can see, list can go on and on, and it will never stop. Mumbai is so cosmopolitan. And these idiots want them out ! Can you believe it?