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Sunday, April 27, 2008,4/27/2008 12:22:00 PM
A Deluge.
Yesterday exactly at 6:30 am, I got up to panicky shouts of my dad!
But still sleepy me decided it must be just the casual routine he religiously follows in the morning…which includes drinking 2 glasses of water followed by his pranayam exercises routine and daily ablutions!
But I guess it was almighty’s decision that I should get up early, no matter what!
I later heard mom’s hushed voices, expecting some trouble I woke up and as I moved towards the drawing room, dad shouted ‘WATCH OUT!’
It was not hard to notice water on the floor. And it seem to be gushing in from somewhere, we quickly checked all the taps but all seem to be proper without any leakage. Finally the source was tracked it was the neighbor’s flat, water seemed to be gushing from there. And this supposed flat is empty and was locked. The guardian of the flat was summoned (guy who had the keys) and the problem was sorted.
Here comes the interesting part, the leakage was with the flush system and now the watchman gave the best news, “टंक में पानी नही है साहब ”!!! this being the morning time when everybody is blissfully unaware of this fact would proceed to carry on their morning routine and would realize this only after relieving themselves!!! :-P
On top of that, all the water was flowing into my house! Which we safely directed towards the bathroom. Later mom and the maid combo worked hard to remove the remaining water. Even I chipped in..:-P
It was obviously as you know now, a big waste of money and resources. It reminded me of the 26th July deluge in Mumbai!
The whole of Mumbai was flooded, and was brought to a complete standstill just because the rain gods where extra generous with Mumbaikars! It surprisingly was a rather lucky day for me, since I had just secured my admission into my college in the morning and had returned home by the time whole of Mumbai was flooded!
So let’s hear it from you guys, were you stuck on 26th July or were plainly lucky?
But still sleepy me decided it must be just the casual routine he religiously follows in the morning…which includes drinking 2 glasses of water followed by his pranayam exercises routine and daily ablutions!
But I guess it was almighty’s decision that I should get up early, no matter what!
I later heard mom’s hushed voices, expecting some trouble I woke up and as I moved towards the drawing room, dad shouted ‘WATCH OUT!’
It was not hard to notice water on the floor. And it seem to be gushing in from somewhere, we quickly checked all the taps but all seem to be proper without any leakage. Finally the source was tracked it was the neighbor’s flat, water seemed to be gushing from there. And this supposed flat is empty and was locked. The guardian of the flat was summoned (guy who had the keys) and the problem was sorted.
Here comes the interesting part, the leakage was with the flush system and now the watchman gave the best news, “टंक में पानी नही है साहब ”!!! this being the morning time when everybody is blissfully unaware of this fact would proceed to carry on their morning routine and would realize this only after relieving themselves!!! :-P
On top of that, all the water was flowing into my house! Which we safely directed towards the bathroom. Later mom and the maid combo worked hard to remove the remaining water. Even I chipped in..:-P
It was obviously as you know now, a big waste of money and resources. It reminded me of the 26th July deluge in Mumbai!
The whole of Mumbai was flooded, and was brought to a complete standstill just because the rain gods where extra generous with Mumbaikars! It surprisingly was a rather lucky day for me, since I had just secured my admission into my college in the morning and had returned home by the time whole of Mumbai was flooded!
So let’s hear it from you guys, were you stuck on 26th July or were plainly lucky?
Labels: deluge
Tuesday, April 22, 2008,4/22/2008 11:44:00 AM
a FAIRyy tale....
Yesterday mom was busy watching some saas-bahu serial, and I was lying lazily on the couch pretending to read a newspaper but the truth is I was watching it too, of course from a corner of my eye!..:-P
Yeah, the truth is you can hate it but certainly not ignore it! Anyway I saw this advert, which I guess will probably rule the T.V spectrum! The advert was a Fair & Lovely ad…
This guy is of dark complexion to begin with and no girl smiles or rather to simply put it….gives him ‘bhaav’, then he uses this fairness cream and everything changes as if sun has risen from west!
All beautiful girls start approaching him, one even gives him a red rose which he gladly ‘declines’, and for a change even his hair looks good!
In the beginning I used to believe such products would not remain for long in the market but then I read in the newspaper that it’s a rs. 800 crore market now!
It surprises me to no end that people actually believe that such creams/solutions could actually make men of dark complexion fair…..all such creams do is preserve the melanin content of skin…
Anyway without going into details, it’s amazing how rightly this Ad has hit the psyche of Indian consumers. This apart I myself belonging to the fairer breed or as one of my friends puts it (firangi..lolzz!!) have experienced this first-hand. Blame it(my complexion) on my kashmiri roots, but what I felt was that such adverts only accentuate the inferiority complex experienced by millions of us, just to give a fillip to their business. I am not against the usage of such creams at all, but the way in which they are sold!!!
‘WE ARE WHAT WE ARE!’
Yeah, the truth is you can hate it but certainly not ignore it! Anyway I saw this advert, which I guess will probably rule the T.V spectrum! The advert was a Fair & Lovely ad…
This guy is of dark complexion to begin with and no girl smiles or rather to simply put it….gives him ‘bhaav’, then he uses this fairness cream and everything changes as if sun has risen from west!
All beautiful girls start approaching him, one even gives him a red rose which he gladly ‘declines’, and for a change even his hair looks good!
In the beginning I used to believe such products would not remain for long in the market but then I read in the newspaper that it’s a rs. 800 crore market now!
It surprises me to no end that people actually believe that such creams/solutions could actually make men of dark complexion fair…..all such creams do is preserve the melanin content of skin…
Anyway without going into details, it’s amazing how rightly this Ad has hit the psyche of Indian consumers. This apart I myself belonging to the fairer breed or as one of my friends puts it (firangi..lolzz!!) have experienced this first-hand. Blame it(my complexion) on my kashmiri roots, but what I felt was that such adverts only accentuate the inferiority complex experienced by millions of us, just to give a fillip to their business. I am not against the usage of such creams at all, but the way in which they are sold!!!
‘WE ARE WHAT WE ARE!’
Labels: inferiority and superiority, Life, People
Thursday, April 17, 2008,4/17/2008 06:26:00 PM
Strange...stranger...STRANGEST
Had sumptuous THAI meal few days back, got my taste-buds working again, which had I guess gone in shut-down mode after all that vada-pavs and samosas! Almost all my friends ask me, why I am so damn religious about my work-outs, so well the answer is rather simple. So that I can eat more of Junk ;-)
This post is not about my diet or work-outs but rather about a strange thing that happened recently to me.
This happened on those rare days when I get to take the car to college. It was around 17:30 I turned a kerb round the parking lot, the watchman at the gate gave me an angry look, reason? Simple I made him move his butt off that comfortable chair, so that he opens the gate! So this is when I just exit the college, but I am still on the main road blocking the gate and the entry to college premises.
A man probably in his fifties walks to the window of my car (the one on the left hand-side of the car). Since my windows where rolled down he started speaking immediately, I tried to listen to what he was rumbling about but had no idea what he was talking about!
Seeing my confused face he flatly asked me….
Man: Gujarati?????
Me: No
Man: (pointing to a piece of parchment in his hand vigorously) yeh pata hai….!@!~#@# $!@$%@!#$%(then again something that I couldn’t understand.)
ME: sorry par samajh nahi aaya….
Man: (he walks to the other window that is, so that he is closer to me now. Again pointing to the paper.) !@#$ Gujarat Nanavati !@@$$@#$%.
well all I could think about was that, probably he was talking about the Hospital Nanavati and about something bad happened to him.
I tried to reason with him, that I couldn’t get a word of what he was saying. By this time the watchman behind lost his cool, started banging my car with his fist, signaling me to move forward so that I clear the gate for other cars to move on. The man suddenly got flustered with prospect of me leaving without listening to him. I had seen enough of bluffmaster movies to realize that probably this one could be a conman. I moved my car ahead, crossing the street and zipped ahead. Later, while driving when I got a grip over what had just happened, I was happy that I just moved on but secretly I did wish I could understand what he was saying. If he needed help regarding money, I couldn’t possibly help him coz I just had few ‘chiller’ left. Though I did what I thought was right then, still donno why but feeling guilty about it…… Whatsay guys????
This post is not about my diet or work-outs but rather about a strange thing that happened recently to me.
This happened on those rare days when I get to take the car to college. It was around 17:30 I turned a kerb round the parking lot, the watchman at the gate gave me an angry look, reason? Simple I made him move his butt off that comfortable chair, so that he opens the gate! So this is when I just exit the college, but I am still on the main road blocking the gate and the entry to college premises.
A man probably in his fifties walks to the window of my car (the one on the left hand-side of the car). Since my windows where rolled down he started speaking immediately, I tried to listen to what he was rumbling about but had no idea what he was talking about!
Seeing my confused face he flatly asked me….
Man: Gujarati?????
Me: No
Man: (pointing to a piece of parchment in his hand vigorously) yeh pata hai….!@!~#@# $!@$%@!#$%(then again something that I couldn’t understand.)
ME: sorry par samajh nahi aaya….
Man: (he walks to the other window that is, so that he is closer to me now. Again pointing to the paper.) !@#$ Gujarat Nanavati !@@$$@#$%.
well all I could think about was that, probably he was talking about the Hospital Nanavati and about something bad happened to him.
I tried to reason with him, that I couldn’t get a word of what he was saying. By this time the watchman behind lost his cool, started banging my car with his fist, signaling me to move forward so that I clear the gate for other cars to move on. The man suddenly got flustered with prospect of me leaving without listening to him. I had seen enough of bluffmaster movies to realize that probably this one could be a conman. I moved my car ahead, crossing the street and zipped ahead. Later, while driving when I got a grip over what had just happened, I was happy that I just moved on but secretly I did wish I could understand what he was saying. If he needed help regarding money, I couldn’t possibly help him coz I just had few ‘chiller’ left. Though I did what I thought was right then, still donno why but feeling guilty about it…… Whatsay guys????
Sunday, April 6, 2008,4/06/2008 08:38:00 PM
Ek rupaiyaaa baara annaaaaa!!!
'Aaj kal ek rupaiye se kya hota hai sahaab?' My mind floated to the images of Irfan Khan promoting the brand 'vodafone' with their new rates of call/min at rate of re 1/min!
The enormity of things that can be bought for re 1 suddenly dawned upon me, i replied you can make a call for that much. He looked dumbfounded and gave me a harsh look. Well the guy in question was a beggar demanding rs. 2, and i expected him to have a mobile phone in first place!
Guys as we know inflation is really taking a toll on the lower-middle class group, it shocked me to see the prices of a thing as important as milk to shoot in an year and double their past value. Well i know about it since, that is the only thing that i have been buying regularly and probably my only contribution to running of the household!!!
Well you should see the expression on my mother's face when she checks out the prices of the veggies..... 'There was a time when we used to get '16' bannanas for re 1, and see now *sigh*'
Yes 16 bannanas...can you believe it??????
I decided to dig further and asked dad about it...he said he used to get 50 paise as pocket money imagine that in context of the beggar now!!!
I still remember how eagerly i used to wait for that re 1 prize on my own...so that i could buy i chewing gum for myself...frankly its still available for re 1 but now my priorities have changed!!!
So i am still wondering what significant thing could i buy for re 1....
hmm....ehhh......umm....the answer is still awaited!
The enormity of things that can be bought for re 1 suddenly dawned upon me, i replied you can make a call for that much. He looked dumbfounded and gave me a harsh look. Well the guy in question was a beggar demanding rs. 2, and i expected him to have a mobile phone in first place!
Guys as we know inflation is really taking a toll on the lower-middle class group, it shocked me to see the prices of a thing as important as milk to shoot in an year and double their past value. Well i know about it since, that is the only thing that i have been buying regularly and probably my only contribution to running of the household!!!
Well you should see the expression on my mother's face when she checks out the prices of the veggies..... 'There was a time when we used to get '16' bannanas for re 1, and see now *sigh*'
Yes 16 bannanas...can you believe it??????
I decided to dig further and asked dad about it...he said he used to get 50 paise as pocket money imagine that in context of the beggar now!!!
I still remember how eagerly i used to wait for that re 1 prize on my own...so that i could buy i chewing gum for myself...frankly its still available for re 1 but now my priorities have changed!!!
So i am still wondering what significant thing could i buy for re 1....
hmm....ehhh......umm....the answer is still awaited!