Sunday, December 30, 2007
i was thinking about databases. you maintain one. clean one. there is an administrator who looks after the database. you fine tune it. what for? so that you can reap the benefits of maintaining a database in shape. taking out a report becomes easy when its in shape.
same goes for a clean room. specially in a hostel. i have a friend whose keeps his room in such a complex format that it requires some sort of effort every time he tries to find his glasses or a book or something. to the extent that he doesnt dare even touch his room (database) lest he screws it up and things get lost. so a passport will stay on the floor. its not lying there. its kept there.
if he could somehow spend a little time everyday, things would be a bit simple. but then without any situations or emergencies what is there in life. haan.
lets talk about health. its a long term thing. i am happy that i see many new faces at IIM Calcutta's gym. good. but is it too late. may be may be not. but a good start nonetheless. see here also you keep investing in your fitness. with your time, money ( on a good gym. where those table flat tummy girls turn up. they are quite an inspiration i tell you. try running on a treadmill next to a beautiful and slim model types girl and you will see your own stamina and endurance go up in a day) more time you invest maintaining it, less money and time you will spend in future repairing it.
by the way
anand raj anand has recently become my favorite singer. some of the gems which have come out from his music studio:
1. ishq samundar dil ke andar ( kaante)
2. pyaar aaya pyaar aaya saj dhaj ke mera yaar aaya (plan)
3. tera sarapa aisa hai jaanam (welcome)
all these songs are amazing. daaru peekar jitna mast dance in par hota hai aur kisi par nahi hota.
try it next time.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
so here it is. a group of 100 houses order their goods together. they can find out what common stuff they need day after day in a month of two. and then we have goods from a cross-dock delivered to them together. everyone saves money. and the big retail which is the middlemen here gets eliminated. you go shopping only for stuff that you dont need on a regular basis.
though seems highly unlikely that such a thing can happen sometime soon but who knows what rising fuel prices and busy lifestyles in the future can lead to.
i would like to invite comments here. just found this interesting.
This sheet explains what i have been having for last couple of days. You will be able to see the difference when i stayed at home and when i am in campus ( hostel). And once sheets lists the recommended daily diet. Earlier I was thinking of counting calories but that is futile. Something which takes so much time and energy can not be sustained. Specially when you are cutting down on food already. Now from this it looks like if i start following the recommended diet, i will look like a concentration camp resident. I noticed that on days when i though i had too little, i was close to the recommended diet. The recommended diet is from a widely acclaimed book (pretty expensive also) and can be generally followed by a normal person. Forget the calories.
Now this concentration camp diet + n number of crunches and other ab exercises + cardio (to take care of the past eating mistakes. we have been having too much ghee and junk)= 6 pack abs * % probability (some people can never get it, its tough for girls to get them and some can blame the genetics)
Is it worth it? Ask shahrukh khan. I guess credit for OM SHANTI OM can be safely given to SRK. The song was the publicity vehicle for the movie to start with. And the 6 pack made SRK an item in the song.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
The question was ?
which one would you choose? A happy but anxious and uncertain life or a dark but hopeful life? Its easy to say that fuck it and take on uncertainty and things will fall in place but its quite another thing when you actually set out to do it. Sometimes it takes an event big and shocking enough to jolt you into accepting uncertainty and get on with it. I mean in most of these uncertain events or eventualities, no one dies right.
But then again its easy to say when the time comes for it lets see who takes the road less traveled. and yeah once again "soch gehri ho to irada kamjor ho jata hai" - ankur pruthi (nsit/ice/98)
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I used to find them on trains, in buses (voh bhi public transport system wali, even haryana roadways), in sector 14's market in gurgaon but suddenly most of them have disappeared. Well sometimes I do find them in pubs and malls (just before the movie show starts or when they are about to turn a corner) but I fail to understand where do they stay.
I even changed my gtalk status (where are all the beautiful girls) and some female friends of mine did ask me that what does that mean. Well i didnt mean that. Its a beautiful world and all of us are God's own children but I was talking about the beauty that is skin-deep. Is it getting very sexist now? Tell me and I will say sorry also. But still where are all of you?
possible reasons: ( have more to do with growing indian economy)
1. they dont travel in trains. they fly now. many of them have become air hostesses now.
2. they drive around town in their own cars.
3. may be I am here in Calcutta (Joka, 20 km away from city) for the past 1.5 years.
4. i need to start going to the malls once again. I hated visiting malls. see thats how the retail revolution is gonna take off.
sorry again girls haan.
Friday, December 21, 2007
I decided to watch WELCOME late night show with a couple of friends. Akshay Kumar has been churning some decent movies off late so I thought welcome should be no different. But if there is one word to describe the movie - Disaster. Thats what it was. for 230 bucks a ticket and another 100 for taxi one side, it wasnt worth it. Akshay kumar has been wasted. And so is almost everyone else. Anil kapoor steals the show with his trademark mawali style and dialog delivery. But there are already so many film critics all around us and I dont want to be another one. All of us are so different and so are the movies that we like or dislike. Dont listen to critics.
I dont know how many of them get paid for favorable reviews. But yeah the movie is a waste. And if one of you likes this movie then you can infer that me and you have different tastes when it comes to humor.
Its good to spend time with good friends in these last two months of campus. If you read the papers there was an article on Indian Institutes of LIVIN Management in Hindustan Times recently. Yeah thats true but I didnt understand why they put it on print. Its not very important. But yeah makes for good read cause whenever there is something about the IIMs, people read that stuff. Most of which is junk* (will put disclaimer later) But yes in IIMs its one of the things that you notice when you first join as a fresher. For some its almost a culture shock with all that booze, smoke and parties flowing freely. Off lately I have even been hearing some titillating sounds in the hostel late in the night but I have not tried to find the source of it. Must be one of those "rangeen" movies :-)
Well its a free world. But so am I. Free to write about it. And feel free to read it too. 4 in night it is and here it ends. Bbye
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
1. its winter time in kolkata and there is fog sometimes
2. diamond harbor road is notorious for fast driving trucks and buses
3. last time some one from college attempted it, he had to take a hitch from mid way
We ve given ourselves a time of aroubd 20-30 days to prepare for the trip. So we will be spending some time in the gym from today onwards mostly working on the lower body fitness. Though given my past experience with too ambitious endeavors, I am not too hopeful about the entire thing but ek shot maarne me kya jata hai.
will keep updating about the progress. Even if the initial enthusiasm fizzles out after some time, will still post.
na haar mein na jeet mein kinchit nahi bhabheet main sangharsh path par jo chala yeh bhi sahi voh bhi sahi
placements bhi are just round the corner. lets see what happens.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
any way it proves the point that dont drink and drive. so all those who drink dont drive when you are drunk.
thanks murali for corrections :-)
And it takes hell lot of discipline to quit drinking again and again. Even one time its tough and Its the third time that I am doing it. he he. Ab lagta life sahi track par hai. Kuch excitement aaya hai life mein.
And three of my group partners were french who hardly cared for the report and who wouldnt care now. these french i tell you $£"$%$. 90% of them do not work. Thats why their gdp is growing at snails pace.
Anyway its time to sleep now. already 12:13. nice sleep aayegi. late and drunk. kya combination hai.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
I just noticed that this is my third post in two days. He He. A busy man has time for everything. Note kar lo. Meri hi original line hai. Jaakar book padhta hoon koi.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
So its back to rajdhani again. When i was a kid and traveled in trains I often spotted nice girls :-) who were quite elder to me but I dont find them anymore. May be they ve graduated to flying. I guess most of the middle class has graduated to flying. And thats the reason why I dont get to see pretty girls in trains. Not that all the pretty girls come from middle class family.
Vaise I just found that no more tickets are available on rajdhani from Delhi to Calcutta for the dates i was planning and I have already started to look around for the alternate cheapest travel option. placement season is just round the corner and there is loads of work to be done. I better start doing something about it.
Thats the good part. Now the interesting one. I was recently infected by this virus jo Harpees ke naam se jaana jaata hai. I read on the internet that its a fairly common one and even in US of A 5 lac citizens are affected by this every year. However internet is a dangerous thing. Everyone knows everything or at least can find out about everything. One of the ways in which you can get this virus is through close bodily interaction with someone whos already infected. Now nothing of that sort happened but yeah allegations were made by all and sundry. In public interest I rushed back to home from my hostel and on reaching here I was told that my strong immune system and positive thinking has rendered the virus dormant. Though the medicine has to be taken 5 times a day after meal. So that has made short work of my two months of diet control and cardio training in the gym. But alls well that end well. However given the presence of lots of people at home I decided to quarantine myself for another two days and I was even expecting the food being pushed inside the room from below the door but nothing of that sort happened. By god Norton Antivirus ki yaad aa gayi.
However I am fine now and cant wait to get out of home tomorrow to go around town in gurgaon. On a slightly different note, I watched Dus Kahaniyan and its a decent movie. Had to watch it alone. But you get the feeling that almost every part of the movie is from some other movie. But good time pass still.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I tried running a couple of days back and could very easily do around 8k at a decent speed. I recently went through an article on runnersworld.com where an athlete said she hardly does any running practice and improves cardio strength by cycling, cross trainer + weight training for lower body and goes straight for marathons. Interesting.
I have also decided to give it a try. May be after another 2-3 weeks of weight training I will go for a 12k or something like that. I guess it will be great if I can do something like 8 - 12 - 15 - 17 - 21 and wow you have a half marathon. That would involve increasing the cardio workout significantly along with increasing distances.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I dont know much about copyright but this is something I am copying and pasting from internet. Thanks Stani and Sorry as well.
Stani's 2004 Wisconsin Ironman Triathlon
An Ironman Triathlon is an extreme endurance event. It consists of a 2.4 mile open-water mass-start swim, a 112 mile bike ride and a 26.2 mile (marathon) run.
Ironman events have become so popular that athletes must sign up one year in advance to obtain a slot in one of the 5 races held in North America. In 2004 there were 17 Ironman races throughout the world plus the world championships in Kona, Hawaii.
To prepare for the Madison Wisconsin Ironman, I trained for 9 months, gradually progressing from 4 to 20 hours of cardiovascular exercise per week. One month before the race, a typical training week would include 5 miles of swimming, 200 miles of biking and 25 miles of running. Then I tapered for two weeks before the race to build up the energy reserves required to finish the race.
When the cannon went off at 7:00 a.m. on Sunday September 12th, 2188 athletes simultaneously began the swim to the buoy marking the first corner of the swim course in Lake Monona. I made sure to take a very wide path around the first buoys to avoid the "washing machine" of arms, legs and bodies swimming over and under each other near the buoys. I managed to stay out of trouble and felt great finishing the 2.4 mile swim in 1:23. Not being a good swimmer, I was very happy with this time and my position of 1550/2188 at this point in the race.
After a scramble out of the water, a run up the parking garage helix of Monona Terrace and a quick change from swimming to biking gear, I began the 112 mile bike ride over beautiful rolling hills of the Wisconsin countryside and picturesque dairy farms. Being more of a biker than a swimmer, I was able to pass many people on the bike while eating and drinking the large amounts required to refuel from the swim, power the bike and save up for the run (when eating and drinking are usually difficult). Despite all of the eating, drinking and saving some strength for the run, I was able to complete the 112 miles in 6:10.
After dropping off the bike and putting on my running shoes at Monona Terrace, I began the marathon run through downtown Madison and the campus of the University of Wisconsin. The temperature had risen to 85 degrees without a cloud in the sky so it was essential that I continued to drink as much as my stomach would allow. After 14 miles my stomach had had just about enough and would only accept a sip of water and an orange slice at each aid station, positioned one mile apart. But the 4000 volunteers and nearly 50,000 spectators (including my family and several friends) were simply amazing. Thousands of people cheering your name and bombarding you with encouragement and positive energy does wonders at this point. While I was not running fast, I was able to run the entire distance and continued to pass people, finishing the marathon in 4:33 for a total time, including transitions, of 12:23 and an overall place of 616/2188. Not only had I finished, but I finished in a far better time than my most optimistic hopes.
After my body and stomach regained equilibrium the biggest treat for me was to cheer others to the finish. Athletes continued to finish until midnight, 17 hours after the race began, at which point the course is closed and the remaining athletes are brought to the finish line. I was truly inspired by so many of the finishers, both fast and slow. Some sprinted, some limped, some walked; the winner completed the race in 8:52:33; one finisher was 75 years old.
After some arithmetic, I determined that during the race I drank 23 pounds of fluids and used 32 pounds of water; I also consumed 4400 calories and burned 9000 calories. My times were:
2.4 mile (3.9 km) swim 1:23:09
transition 1 10:15
112 mile (180 km) bike 6:10:20
transition 2 6:16
26.2 mile (42 km) run 4:33:21
141/390 in category (male, 30-34)
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Life passes through these stages
Happily in a relationship
Unhappily in a relationship
She would say life comes a full circle
"Single" here is a frame of mind. Mind It.
And dont think too much. I am ok when I write this. Just happened to remember our soft skills trainer.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
It says that you do what you have to do and what is to happen will happen. But yeah when you say that irrespective of what you do, what has to happen will happen, then its a problem. And a big one of top of that.
I dont know if God comes in the picture here. Whats he got to do with it? I would like to think that there is something which is running the show here. Somethings happening here. Something big. Which me and you can never understand.
My dad says that of 100 people 1 believes in god and rest are only afraid of him. I guess its that one person who does what he has to.
We have been going through this course in our MBA program. Management of Self. What basically the course does is make you analyze yourself. Now I say thats useless. The big computer inside you takes all the decisions. And for that you dont have to think much. I am not talking about the usual decisions (math, science etc). Those which are beyond these things. Have you thought about yourself consciously while making some decision or has it helped you in any way.
You think, introspect when something changes for good or bad. Life basically. And thats how you learn about yourself. Some much analysis makes jack a dull boy.
Like my old friend ankur pruthi used to say "soch gehri ho to irada kamjoor ho jata hai"
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I never thought about happiness earlier. Now when I did, one thing is clear. Its about you. No one else. Lets take this, you say you will be happy because your parents will be happy or your husband/wife will be happy or the other way round. Doesnt happen that way. Its an individual thing. Selfish but true. True but not sad (see i avoided the copyright infringe. metallica say thanks)
I am gonna do what keeps me happy. No morals, no society but be true to yourself. You have to be true to yourself cause if you are not, you will be the first person to know.
Weird post??? Ignore it.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Now we were on these Boats going around the maze of streams and mangrove forests all the time. I thought that the boat driver could very well have made us going through the same route again and again. Everything looks so similar. And the humming engine noise of the boat along with the never changing landscape is perfect recipe for sleep induction.
In any wild life reserve, spotting the big cats isnt easy and depends on luck mostly. You may have to spend many nights to get that photo-op. However in Sundarbans, the mangrove cover is so bloody dense (yes i am frustrated) that I wonder how the tiger moves around them. Must be a tough job for the Big cats I am sure.
Basic underlying point that I am trying to make is that if someone, anyone offers you a trip to sundarbans, dont go. All you will see will be some lousy crabs and a monkey with her baby. Life mein cutting to hoti hi hai. Sabke saath hoti hai. Better pay a visit to the zoo if u want to spot a tiger. Will be easy , more fun and less expensive.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
1) credit card company: it closed my account without informing me. resolved the matter through the banking ombudsmen.
2) Computer vendor: increased his float by good 44k by delaying the shipment by 20 days. They wanted to charge me for a mysterious banking charge which was nowhere in the bank statements.
3) Hostel Mess: Charged me for something I had never used. Matter yet to be resolved.
4) Bluedart: The overnight delivery company is into its 7th day of delay for shipping the laptop which was delayed by (2) and i am still counting.
and all these have been really energy sapping, nightmarish experiences where you end up banging your head into the wall that is the Customer care executive. They can drive you nuts with their apologies and not really helping you out.
Some body from Bluedart reading this? Your company sucks big time man. Its an even big sucker than the shitty place which Calcutta is.
I am in the middle of my end term exams and the only thing thats on my mind is the trek after the exams.
Grrrrr I need a break.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
We just have had an IIMC-B sport meet for the first time (I must thank our sport secy Kamble, and Dhamijjjjja). Its quite an atmosphere. Electric. Tense. Passion. Love. Ambition. Nerves. And Sledging :-) are just some of the words which describe such an event.
Though its too late (hitesh79.........com) but is surely possible for me to pick up a sport and XL. Me and Chopra have decided to work hard to be a part of the upcoming XL sport meet. May the better team win.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Around 12-13 kids were accommodated on the rickshaw. The rickshaws were fitted with wooden seats to increase the capacity. In between the rickshaw picked up students from this Place called Canal Colony. The colony got its name because there were lots of open drains in the colony. there was a drain in front of each house. To make it easier to visualize I tried painting this rough sketch of the layout.
One fine morning when we entered canal colony I just felt good and got down from the moving Rickshaw. The rickshaw was slowing down to stop at the gate of a house. Now I really dont know what got into my mind but I kind of put my feet in front of the back left wheel of the rickshaw. And then something happened. The rickshaw lost balance and tilted to the right side. That was ok. No big deal. However, the kids (there were 11 of them) fell into one of the those open drains (nothing dangerous. those were shallow black water drains.
I will never forget that view. An inverted rickshaw, a visibly shaken Shobhraj Madhu Charles and 11 kids coming out from the drain with their heavy school bags on their backs. They all were black from the dirty drain.
Ha Ha and they did look like those commandos who smear their faces with black and green when they go for a mission with their backpacks.
All fingers were pointing towards me but I didnt admit anything . It was a rather funny accident. School was canceled for the day and shobhraj was furious.
At home, everyone was wondering how was it that of all, I was the only one who was clean. My parents always suspected me. Sometimes even without any reason. But they had a good one then. I was thrashed again by my dad when I was at home. And he asked me to leave house. It was around 9.00 AM. I had a nice long walk that day till it became hot at around 12:30. Then I went back home. My grandmother would always come to my rescue and was our last resort.
For your ready reference , I have tried to paint this rough sketch of the canal colony where the incident happened.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Neel and sarwar were two brothers who lived in the same colony as I did. Every time the bulls were out, neel and sarwar would spring into action and they tried to make the bulls confront each other by making them come after food.
Making the bulls fight was like starting a nuclear reactor. difficult to start and even more difficult to control.
Some times it didnt work but some times it did. And when that happened, all hell would break loose. Watching two 1000 kg animals charging at each other was amusing but dangerous. I still remember a curious onlooker who saved himself in just the nick of time by jumping over the wall of our house. He looked as if hed seen the ghost. I have never in my life seen bulls as strong as those. May be if i happen to go to Hissar some time, I hope to see some of them. Somehow I feel that the locality where i used to live wouldnt have changed much. And its quite nostalgic to visit old places which were home sometime back.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Their home was called Johrar House. Johrar uncle was a typical Jat. carefree and always chilling out.
Tue was the Dennis the Menace of the colony and Tuna, his partner in crime. Now I tell you, we three brother soon took the limelight away. We introduced many of the kids to the game of Marbles (Kanche) and we had many friends soon. Now all kids want their share of attention from other. I used to win quite comfortably. Tuna often had fights with me. Now Tuna was really fond of her grandfather and I was fond of my my grandmother. Normally the fights between us stayed with in bounds but one day when we were taking a walk in the Haryana Agricultural University, she said something nasty about my grandmother ( cause my grandmother would not let her kill grasshoppers) and I retaliated by bringing her Grandfather into picture. Poor old chaps. We were soon fighting like cats and dogs. Tue was bigger than most of us and he was older too. Tue wanted his piece of action but for the group of college students who on noticing that a big bully sort of Guy was thrashing this innocent looking chap (yours truly), came to my rescue. After that incident I had what you call a love hate relationship with them. Tuna was our neighbor so couldnt avoid her and we shared many more fist-fights.
I was told years later by my mom that Tue had left home and he fell into wrong company. Not sure what she meant. But I could always tell. Tue was never really a peace loving guy. But I met him once after some years and he looked every bit of a trouble maker. Dont know where he is these days.
Now when I am writing this, I can recall more and more memories. As if it happened yesterday. Time surely flies. I am 27 when I write this. And I was 8 when this happened. 19 years and some months. Those really were the "Wonder Year".
Couple of things that came to my mind while writing this:
1) How neel and sarwar would make the bulls fight and soon the whole colony was running for cover
2) Collecting Chanda for Lohri
3) Shobhraj Madhu Charles
4) Bhalle Singh Sir and the Convex Lenses
5) Topless kids and Mallik uncle with a stick
6) The little Commandoes
7) How deepu screwed up my reputation in front of Mona
8) Ankit Dalal . My nemesis in school.
9) Thandi Sarak and the Gymnastic Classes
10) Suar wali Gali
11) When mom hit me with a plastic pipe
12) Virender Chacha and Carrot and Sticks
well I can go on.....Will take each of them as I go....
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Mona, Gullu and Shallu were daughters of Khanna uncle and they lived in the house next door. Mona was the eldest , gullu beech mein and then shaalu. Mona was a hottie :-). Though I was in third standard, it did not take me long to find that out. She had what do you call that Boy cut hair and had an air of confidence around her. I would get conscious of myself when I saw her. ummm may be because I wasnt smart enough. And I was not the only one. Gullu was also a cute girl. Very cute girl. The only thing i remember about Gullu is that she was hit by a water balloon during Holi. One of we three brothers were behind it but not me. So it was between Raju and Kalu. She was hit pretty badly by the balloon and her skin turned red. I felt bad for the lil cute Gullu. I tell you , where ever she may be these days, she must be a very pretty girl. I think she was older than me so she would be married by this time. But still she would be a very pretty lady.
Shallu was a kid and we did not really think much of her. She would hardly come out of her house and I dont even remember how she looked like.
Khanna Uncle had some kind of a side business. He would sometimes call all the kids over to his house and we would pick individual grapes from the bunches and put them in a tub. I dont know what he did with all those black grapes. Even now when i drink Tropicana grape juice, Gullu comes to my mind :-).
Incentive? He would kids some grapes to eat. But as long as mona and gullu also picked grapes, I had a nice time.
Uncle would also never send the charlies angels to hang around with our bunch. But we were very young (I was in third standard) and I dont understand how we could harm them. And specially Mona. Never.
Mona was a sanskrit student, so she would have been in atleast 8th standard. How I remember that is once she asked me this question "sanskrit mein legs ko kya bolte hain". I was a shy boy and could never answer Mona.
But that was my first brush with what we call as crushes. So i started pretty early :-) .
The last time I met Mona was towards end of my stay in Hissar. It was another day and another incident to which I will come to later.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Priceless gems from the Man himself.
for all those Mithunda fans.............
this is a small collection of his preachings.........
Main hoon Do Numbri, ek se jyaada, teen se kam
Dikhne mein bevda, bhaagne mein ghoda, aur maarne mein hathoda
" Bheegi hui cigarette jal nahi sakti
aur yeh tay hai ki teri maut ki tarikh tal nahi sakti "
"Apun ka naam hai HEERA,
Apun ne sab ko Cheera..."
Mithun da: "mai hun tum jaise logon ki nafarat karne wala, garibon
ke liye jyoti, gundon ke liye jwala"
"tuze banake maut ka niwala, tere sineme gaad dunga mai maut ka bhala. dekh lenga salaa tereko."
Kyunki ab mein Indrajeet nahi......chandaal hoon
Tum chaho toh mera program note karlo
...Tum sab meri diary mein mar chuke ho!
Mein chahoo toh tum sabko abhi mar sakta hoon
Magar abhi maarne se tumhe maarne ka credit meri bullet ko mil jayega!!!!
Mantriji:- "Ye kanch bullretproof hai. tum mujhe chu bhi nahi sakte"
Mithun Da:- "Ye kanch bulletproof hai magar patthhar proof nahi"
AND HE BREAKS IT BY THROWING SMALL STONES ON THE GLASS.
"Mere seene mein itna lava hai...ki sunoge to tumhare kaan ke parde jal jaayenge..
tumhare haathon se hosh ke kabootar ud jaayenge"
"Truck Driver Suraj !! Raasta mera baap aur truck meri maa"
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Well that reminded me. Mom was the chip. Remember when guests would come home and they were treated with soft drinks and other nice stuff to eat. We brothers wanted our share but mom would look at us and we usually got the message by the way she did that. Ofcourse once the guests were gone we were like hyenas on meat. Sometimes, when we misbehaved, dad would make us spend a night outside home. To stand outside the door throughout the night is not such a good idea. You can not sleep and then in Faridabad, cockroaches were a huge problem. They would come out at night and made merry while the sun did not shine. I have never been able to understand what cockroaches do when they are just sitting at a place. If you see most of the animals they usually are walking or sleeping or doing something. But cockroaches are unique in their behavior. They would simply sit at a place and dont know do what. Can this be the reason that cockroaches have survived for this long. See they are at ease with their environment. Whether below the earth or above, a cockroach is an example of a creature trying to live another day :-)
Thursday, July 19, 2007
For some time after that, I would be found picking the stones and testing them with a metallic object. I did not find the magic stone but I guess it again went into my unconscious. Now whenever I fall sick and have fever, I see the same stones falling on me in my dreams and it happens every time I fall ill. Only with a much bigger size. But now I am used to them and rather look forward to the experience :-)
Our Tenants were real nice people. Aunty would make wonderful Raajma Chawal and we were invited often. It was from then that Raajma Chawal became my National Food. Me and My younger brother can eat as much as is cooked for the entire family. We would eat raajma chawal late at night and even after getting up in the morning. Dad would be mad about it but what about free spirit ha ha ha . He scolded us often but he could not stop us. Raajma Chawal was never thrown away if it was extra. We took good care of it.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Thats me on the right , my younger brother on the left and my elder brother behind us. Vidyanand Public School was a pain. It was very far away from home. The school bus always smelt of diesel. The teachers were more like butchers and on top of that my mother had given them Standing Instructions to them to be as liberal in their attempt to make us study hard.
When was the first time you did something for the first time. There were many firsts, however I remember when all three of us bunked school for the first time. We sat in a nearby park and I dont remember this right but I guess we played cards. :-) Kafi Maja Aaya Tha. But this memory is hazy and I am not sure if we played cards or kanche.
My elder brother hated school more than us. He would bunk more often and was caught one day.
Side effects of National Anthem: It was a bright sunny morning and like most schools we used to have our share of PT and then National Anthem and some prayers. The national anthem was going on when it started to itch badly in my head. It was pretty hot and I just couldnt hold . I itched and got my first One Tight Slap in school. Some how being slapped always used to be more embarrassing for me. You know to tolerate a beating with the scale on hands was kind of a manly thing to do. Something you could boast off with friends. But One Tight Slap was never a nice thing to discuss. Kids would even tell the teacher to punish with scales rather than slaps. Some times they relented some times they did not. I do not remember any friend from Vidyanand Public School Faridabad. May be I hated school. I stayed there for two years (1st and 2nd) but cant recall any thing other than that.
Schools later on were more fun. Will come to that later.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
1-5 years - Lalan
6-10 years - Palan
11-15 years - Taran
15+ - To be treated like friends
Now if you dont understand these hindi words dont ask me. If your hindi is not good enough its your problem. Of all I agree totaly with the Pitai Concept. Kids should be beaten up sometimes. My father would often make a bundle of three of us and the person on top would bear the brunt. Its always lonely at the top. I knew this from when I was 6. Had I born earlier, I would have given the quote.
Har ghar kuch kehta hai, ki andar isme kaun rehta hai.
If I was not thrashed by my Dad from time to time, I would have picked up some of the good things in life like Vodka and Fruit Juice a bit early in life.
The third phase started a bit early for me and my two brothers. We moved on to Faridabad from Gurgaon. I did my first and second standard from Vidyanand Public School, Faridabad. We moved to a bigger house in faridabad. We had tenants living on the first floor. And uncle had three daughters :-). Not that I thought about that.
I think a move from KG to 1st standard is a seminal event in a person's life. Its the first step into formal education. I dont know why my mom always said to the teachers "agar bacche padhai na karen to pitai kar dena". And teachers did listen to my mother. My dad never really came to the school to check on us. And unlike movies where kids feel bad when dad doesnt come to school, I never had that feeling. I think my mother was enough to tell teachers to beat us up. And dad took charge at home.
Of "Sam, Dam, Dand, Bhed" my father employed the third tool to its maximum use. But we never really complained. It was part of our upbringing. These days kids know how to dial 100 or 911 in america.
Infact when I went to UK for a project, I was told that parents there dont beat up their kids. ever. Must be true.
Monday, July 09, 2007
We used to have movie screenings in the school where typically cartoon movies would be shown. But that was different. May be it was mistake or by design, the school peon got a horror movie for the screening. By the end of it, most kids could not hold it and we had the teachers telling to the parents that your kids peed in pants. Boy that was one horror filled day. After all we were just 5 or 6 year olds. I would nt tell if I did it in my pants :-). That rather had a strange effect on me. I was quite scared by the serial Vikram Betaal and other such horror. I would also sit in the same TV room when the serial was being aired but when some horror scene came I would secretly close my eyes so as to avoid bad dreams later at night. It continued for some time and I could not enjoy horror movies for next couple of years to come. Infact I even missed all time bests like the "Kile Ka Rahasaya", "Veeraana", "Khooni Darwaja" etc. Later on I did watch all these classics but then it wasnt the same thing as watching as a 6-7 year old.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Though I was afraid of the needle, I nevertheless was fascinated by the shape and the size of the needle. Later I did a deal with the doctor. He would give me a syringe (without the needle) and I would come for vaccination. So after each insertion, I would come back crying from the hospital with an empty syringe. I was going through some old photographs and realized that I carried the same syringe in many photos. Old photos are fun. You can recall so many things from them. I have always preferred the old film camera to the new digital ones. I have always been able to associate more with the photos when some hard work has gone into it. But things are changing. More than the hard work involved what should matter is the content and the subject and it does actually.
Friday, July 06, 2007
I do not remember much about Deepali, but she came back again when I was in college to haunt me. Thats another story which will feature later on the blog when I reach that stage of my life.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
I went to the same colony a couple of years back to find a big wide road in place of the big trees. The parrots and pappu are no where to be seen. And kids of the future may not be able to hold the parrots in their hands like we did. Rather good thing to do and great memories to have.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
God bless me.