Emotional Atyachar

As I was watching this new series of reality show on Bindhaas… I found it funny.. in the beginning specially when you see the girls slapping the guy… oops.. for those who don’t know what I m talking about.. let me tell u what this show is abt ..(btw you must see it once at least)

Soo in this show.. a girl or a boy (called “Lead”) can request the organizers to do a loyalty test on their partners (called “Suspect”)… which means they will spy on suspect and through their under cover agent (girl or boy) try to get close to suspect .. which will eventually prove if suspect is loyal to you or not.. they shoot the moments which Suspect spends with the under cover agent.. and show the footage to the Lead.. Taking it one step ahead they take the Lead on the spot where the suspect is sitting with the under cover agent.. and then there is this whole drama..

For those who have seen the show.. I dono why they always show Mumbai as the city… lol.. and in most cases the suspect turns out to be disloyal to the partner.? .. ajeeb


Now on this whole show.. me and my lovely cuzs had some discussion… and asked few questions.. wana know your views on them…

1. Do you think this show is all staged and fake?
RC: one side of me says may b.. then I feel why would people get defamed like this.. for money which I don’t think would be a lot.. (what may b 5000)?

2. If this is not staged.. and they are actual people like you and me.. do u think this show ruins their lives?

3. Do you think such things shouldn’t be shown on the national television?

I was of the opinion that it is good that person gets to know abt their partner may b much before the relationship gets to a more emotional stage when it would be more devastating to find out the truth…

What do you guys think?

Funny Leave Applications.. :)

See , how people write leave Applications.  

It's murder of English language. But Too Funny.

Just Read It.

The Leave Applications;)

An employee applied for leave as follows:

"Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife , please sanction me one-week leave."

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· This is from Oracle Bangalore: >From an employee who was performing the "mundan" ceremony of his 10 year old son:

"as I want to shave my son's head , please leave me for two days.."

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· Another gem from CDAC. Leave-letter from an employee who was performing his daughter's wedding:
"as I am marrying my daughter , please grant a week's leave.."

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· From H.A.L. Administration Dept:
"As my mother-in-law has expired and I am only one responsible for it , please grant me 10 days leave."

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· Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:
"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clock and I may not return , please grant me half day casual leave"

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· An incident of a leave letter:
"I am suffering from fever , please declare one-day holiday."

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· A leave letter to the headmaster:
"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today"

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· Another leave letter written to the headmaster:
"As my headache is paining , please grant me leave for the day."

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· Covering note:
"I am enclosed herewith..."

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· Another one:
"Dear Sir: with reference to the above , please refer to my below..."

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· Actual letter written for application of leave:
"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted leave".

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· Letter writing:-
"I am well here and hope you are also in the same well."

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· A candidate's job application:
"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a ' Typist and an Accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both(!! )for the past several years and I can handle both with good experience , I am applying for the post.

Visit to the oldest city in the world

Standing in a 2 kms line at the airport check-in at 2 in the night is not happening… but then doesn’t matter much when u r excited about visiting a rather interesting yet scary place which you haven’t even heard off until last week. Yemen, a country in Middle east, was recently in news for some terror issues. I however was there before that new broke out.

Lost my connecting flight from Dubai to Sanaa, capital of Yemen, long wait at the Dubai airport without any night sleep, Starbucks coffee did help a bit J.

The airport of Sanaa was BAD, the airport being built in smallest of places in India would be better…. I don’t mean to put it light but come on no announcing system, no displays for the arrival departure.. its like Bus station... you have to keep asking meri wali bus aae kya.. From Dubai Airport to Sanaa is a huge difference… The attire of people at sanna was weird, all women in burkha and all men wearing kinda lungies with pants inside..weird it was..and weather was chilly as well going to minus 2 in the night..

Thankfully after a long tiring journey the hotel was quite good, five star infact.. i wonder what do these guys use to make these soft beds.. at our houses we never seem to get those kind of beds..like hotels have

Meetings and all happened fine and usual , some stuff about Sanaa I wana share.. which were quite interesting..

Sanaa (Yemen)

• Is one of the oldest inhabited city in the world..
• The oldest written reference to its existence is found in inscriptions which date back to the 1st century AD.
• It is the only democratic country in the Middle east with people having right to vote and choose their government
• It was declared a World Heritage City by the United Nations in 1986
• Efforts are underway to preserve some of the oldest buildings, some of which are over 400 years old.
• Even with all this one could see one of the best cars driven on roads but yes only with the Super rich people.

City View from Hill

“Soukh” The oldest market in the world

I did visit the oldest market in the world and buy a nice stone based pendent which was told to be unique … (do we get similar stuff in Colaba Causway in Mumbai? Or may b palika bazaar in delhi?) may b we do.. but I would like to believe that this is one memory of that old ancient market.

After two days in this nice city I was back to Mumbai via Dubai (this time not missing the flight.. lol)..back in my bed at 12 in the night.. I was wondering how different is life at different parts of the world.. and this one can know only when you have experienced one.. so whenever you get an opportunity grab it with both hands J ..

Keep Exploring and ya.. most of them in Yemen would speak only Arabic.. so I couldn’t get a word.. only few I could understand because they are same as Hindi

Chai is called chai .. and Shukriya is called “Shukran”

So Shukran for reading me :-)

Keep smiling :-)

New Years Eve

I have always wondered why people relate new year eve to Drink and Dance only… if not all .. lot of us do think that ways.. for me it has always been house party with friends ..

Last year I was in Canada for the new year eve and it was very different .. we went to this pub and listened to this rock music in which I hardly could understand anything.. lol.

This year for some reason I wanted to be alone on new year eve…. But at the same time didn’t want to sit at home…. Anyone who knows about Mumbai will be thinking “being out of home and wanting to be alone without many people around u.. is never possible in Mumbai” … that’s true..

My evening started with a Maggi preparation … (wonder if this will count on those Maggi moments) … then I drove on bike to Marine drive .. closest and best place to be at… 2 strange THINGS happened to me that evening .. will tell u .. read on..
Went to Sukh Sagar which has one of the best “Idli Chutni” preps, enjoyed that.. they give unlimited chutni and nice warm idli which will melt in ur mouth. ..

1.First THING:
I walked to the near by Café Coffee day (one of my fav places to be when I am alone).. surprisingly it was quiet with not many people,, started reading news paper and sipping coffee (Devils Own)… As I was reading MID DAY, one girl came n

Girl: “I am really sorry to disturb u , but can I sit here n talk to u for a min.. actually my friend gave me a dare” I was thinking to my self “ yaar ye mere saath pehli baar ho raha hain” ..
Silly Me: “ uummmm ok “
(Silence for 30 seconds)
Very Silly Me: “What do u do?”
Girl: “ I am doing CA final, what abt u?”
Proud Me: “ I work.. I have done my engg then worked for few years in india and UAE.. (saying UAE much louder than India).. then went for my MBA in “CANADA”.. (calling Canada loudest of 3)
Girl: “Nice, I have a cuz in Canada bla bla..”
(Me still feeling proud abt Canada)
Girl Again: “I guess u r expecting someone”
Me: “ No actually I am on my own”
Girl: “Oh that’s nice way of celebrating new years eve”
Me: “ Yes quiet n peaceful” (smiling but thinking not sure if I shld feel good abt being alone or bad..

She wished new year and went off and I went back to my news paper..




2.Second THING:

After I came out of CCD I still didn’t want to go home… had heard of some nice fireworks around Trident hotel on marine drive so I decided to drive there.. as I was driving I got stuck in the traffic..
Once when I saw on my side there was a car with two girls in the front seat. The girl who was driving looked at me and smiled… I felt kinda awkward .. I just looked around and away.. then I saw in their direction again..
This time the girl driving and the one next to her both were giggling and looking at me.. .. … as traffic eased I went ahead .. and they came n stopped their car just on my side… it was now getting weird..
Going forward whenever I would move ahead in my lane and they wld be fall back.. she would keep honking the car in front … (which I assumed meant she wanted to come forward n keep her car on my side… guys am I thinking right?.. atleast that’s what I thought.) Well this went on for some stretch of marine drive….. something like this had never happened to me before..


Well after reaching trident .. I parked and walked alone on marine drive.. and an amazing painting exhibition put up there.. on the walk way.. I wana share some of those pics..

Have a year 2010 full of smiles

Rahul


Nuclear Power Station at Saint Laurent Nouan on the Loire river, France








Tulip fields near Lisse, Amsterdam Region, Netherlands

Trip to Vizag…Day 1

It started with an early… actually …. Horrifyingly early morning (actually night) ..having to take a 5:30 flight to Vizag from Mumbai.. had to get up at 3:30 and reach airport by 4:30.. .. the transition from life outside at 4 in morning to life inside the airport is quite alarming at times.... ..In Spice jet and many of these low frills ….the sitting is worse than a BEST BUS in Mumbai…u cant move an inch…anyhow

As I landed at the airport the taxi drivers had similar face as to any taxi driver in south .. and of course he was called “Anna”. As I reached the Jaipur Lodge (the place where we were staying). Saw that for some surprising reason it had a lift from the first floor.. weird.. lol..

We had a clear hostel like environment in the room as I reached… Mr. Kathe sitting on the bed with blanket wrapped around him.. still wearing just a baniyan inside.. (why would u not wear something inside if u r so cold)…. Amit moving around in towel with no shirt on… (I mean why would some1 who is always questioned about having bath be moving around in towel????? Some of those.. reading this would already know why…)

Bhor correcting his hair and looking sleepy as always.. cracking silly jokes.. which for some reason make every1 laugh.. and Vivek (aka vivya).. Mr. Husband on the trip all neat and taken bath… (guys see the change in the married man kudos to priyanka)..

Slowly the remaining guys in other room started appearing…. Jiten…gunda of Rajnandgaon.. playing little champs with Amit as always.. Viral.. With ever sleepy eyes.. Sante.. with unique mustache.. .. Waghole.. all set to go n play on the ground.. ( I wonder if in his own marriage he went to the pujari n said.. ek ball tak).. Atul.. fondly called “Topdya” with his sexy cap ..

So after all the usual hi hellos.. we had some nice breakfast.. and were all set for the marriage ceremonies.. it started with “Haldi” ceremony which was made special with all relatives (women) rubbing haldi all over Pomys body.. and then the shocker was.. we heard he wld have to keep it on him and not wash it till the marriage.. (can only wash his face).. god felt pity for the sherwani which was going to get ruined from inside.. .. nonetheless.. everyone except pomy (which was visible from his face) enjoyed the .. lol…

Evening started with we getting ready for the big marriage.. ..it was sad to know that there wasn’t going to be an Ghodi for the barat.. ( being in Vizag.. and thinking of a Ghodi for barat.. who was I kidding.. lol..) .. so Mr. Dulha sat in the VAN .. after some initial sharmana.. we started the dance .. Surprisingly Band Guy had some hindi songs to play and sing also .. we danced n danced… including the Dulha himself in the end showing his moves J.. The ceremony was a nice mix of marathi and south Indian rituals.. including the jugalbandi of hindi and south Indian bands.. food was awesome (I missed the roti)..oh yaa. I forgot to mention.. we .. stupid guys.. went there .. khali haat.. beshrmo ki tarah.. lol.. then suddently it clicked a brainy guys mind to get some nice bouquet atleast… the actual BIIG gift of course is coming as the SWEET COUPLE reaches back to PUNE J.. day 1 was full of what we were there for. i.e. the marriage

Some thoughts...

Hi All

Trust all is well. As you read this blog, I am 27 now. 21st Sep 2009 caused that to happen. Like the theory of half glass full or empty, one could say I have lost 1 more year of my life span or else I could say I had one more year of healthy and cheerful life. I would like to go with the later. 

I was thinking of writing a blog on my bday talking about 27 most memorable moments of my life, but then thought it would be giving out too much personal information and boring people with it. Haha.

Just yesterday I was visiting my hometown for Dusehra (I can never get how to spell it.. every SMS I get from frens has a different spelling.. this is my version). As I went around meeting my relatives on one of the biggest festivals in India, there is something very strange which I noticed and would like to share with you all.

Having stayed in Mumbai over last year, it is common to see armed Policemen around you almost always, let alone festival times. Going to a CST or Churchgate station makes you feel like a VIP with Z- grade security  . Soo when I went around meeting my friends and relatives in Jalgaon (my hometown) yesterday, I realized that there was not a single policeman to be seen anywhere. I went to the biggest temple and main street with lot of crowd, but I couldn’t see much of police security.
This incidence brings two things in mind

1. The obvious factor of blaming local authorities for not taking care of security

2. Are people in such small towns are in harmony and don’t require the police protection to give them comfort of living?


The first option is obvious and well debated. However the second one is interesting. Is it only big cities and people living there who need that assurance of having security around? Small towns at least in states like Maharashtra and Gujarat, are they all in harmony with fact of difficult religions and cultures being in same city?


Your thoughts..

Keep Smiling always 

The 10 10 10 Rule

Hi All,

I m back after a long time.. read this interesting article.. wanted to share with everyone .. hope you like it :)......... hope to write something soon.

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The Rule of 10-10-10
By asking herself three easy--and utterly profound--questions, Suzy Welch has managed to solve just about every personal and professional quandary in her life. An amazing, spectacularly snappy guide to decision-making.

There is no foolproof way to manage something as untidy as life, and I still have days when I feel as if I am juggling eggs on a roller coaster. But I have--over a decade of tinkering and practice--devised a method, for lack of a better word, to help me balance my multiple life roles and navigate the daily dilemmas of an overstuffed existence.

I call it 10-10-10.

Here's how it works. Every time I find myself in a situation where there appears to be no solution that will make everyone happy, I ask myself three questions:

What are the consequences of my decision in 10 minutes?

In 10 months?

And in 10 years?

The answers usually tell me what I need to know not only to make the most reasoned move but to explain my choice to the family members, friends, or coworkers who will feel its impact.

I'VE USED 10-10-10 TO MAKE some of the most meaningful decisions in my life--my divorce, for one. But the effectiveness of 10-10-10 crept up on me when I started using it on a much smaller scale.

The first time was a typical weekday. Dropping the kids off at school on the way to work, I promised that I would definitely, absolutely see them at dinner so we could do homework together and watch our favorite TV show. I also promised our babysitter the evening off.

At 5 P.M., of course, a crisis erupted at the office. During this period, I was hoping for a promotion, so walking out the door with my boss's hands wrapped around my ankle seemed particularly illadvised. I called home to test the waters. The babysitter nearly burst into tears when I mentioned staying late. Two of the kids were fighting, and one was sulking for an unknown reason. (The other was still at swimming practice, thank God.) My daughter grabbed the phone and put in her two cents: "You love work more than us."

My gut was all over the place--go, stay, go--and that's when 10-10-10 was officially born. I slowed my thought process down and systematically began to pick it apart. What exactly, I asked myself, were the immediate repercussions of staying at work versus rushing home?

If I stayed, my boss would jot it down in her little book of good deeds, and my children and babysitter would turn purple. If I rushed home, my boss would get someone else to help her, and my triumphant arrival at the front door would be greeted with the usual grunts and sighs, and probably a demand for the latest video game or some exciting new shampoo.

In 10 months? Assuming I didn't make staying late a daily feature of our lives (which I knew I wouldn't), the kids would be fine. As for the babysitter, she would be back at school, and I would be but a distant memory. At work, though, if I left, my boss might start to question my commitment and my availability, not the impression I was eager to encourage.

In 10 years, the fact that I worked late (or not) would be irrelevant. My career would be someplace I couldn't foresee. The babysitter would be working on Wall Street. And my kids would love or hate me for reasons much bigger than one late night at the office.

And so I stayed without flinching. I got my gold star at work, and the home-front grumbles faded as anticipated.

The second time I used 10-10-10, the ante was higher. I'd been asked to run a Saturday meeting for the company's executives--a big deal in terms of exposure. Unfortunately, the meeting fell on the same day my son went for his junior black belt in karate, a test that was four grueling years in the making.

Again, I ran through the time frames.

In 10 minutes, both choices stank. My son would be devastated. I could picture his sweet face all screwed up and turning pink as he fought back tears; he was the kind of kid who got sad, not mad. My boss obviously wouldn't cry, but her disappointment would surely be palpable.

In 10 months, I figured, the pain would be buried. Why? Because I would shovel frantically to make it so. If I attended the off-site, I would love my son extravagantly in the months that followed, spoil him with my attention, and apologize until he could stand it no more. If I didn't go, I would pull the same kind of performance at work, with my boss at the receiving end.

But 10 years ... there was the problem. My kids would be gone and my career at full-throttle, whether I had gotten one promotion or not. But on some visceral level, my son would still know that I had chosen to miss one of the seminal events of his life for my own advancement.

That was damage I could never undo.

So I skipped the off-site. And late that Saturday afternoon, I cheered as my son received his black belt, his face pink as he tried to hold back tears.

About a year later, 10-10-10 changed my life.

Like many marriages, mine took a long time to come apart. The stakes of doing something--that is, ending it for real--seemed unbearably high: the children, the friends, the house, the backyard barbecues. And so we waited, and waited, for something to unfreeze us--a decision, one way or another.

One spring morning, I stole away from work and family, and hiked to the top of a mountain about an hour north of Boston. I needed the time and silence to work this tangled problem through. The 10-minute question came first, and it was painfully easy to answer--divorce meant chaos and despair all around. In 10 months, the mess would surely be worse, what with the upheaval, and lawyers, too. All I could think was, Awful, awful, awfulness--not just in 10 months, in 20, and maybe more. In 10 years, though--in 10 wonderful years--we would have our lives back, of that I was certain. Different lives, but honest ones, free of unhappiness, uncertainty, and pretending.

That night, after a long talk about how things would unfold over the coming days, months, and years, my husband and I agreed we'd found a shared reason--and a road map--to say goodbye.

Using 10-10-10 in a divorce situation is at the extreme end of the spectrum, but over the past few years, my friends and family have borrowed it to wrestle with dilemmas of all sizes.



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