Well let me first make it clear , This has nothing to do with the spicy Khushwant Singh book which shares the same title . Its about me missing the company of women. Well most men will agree with me when I say if u are out shopping and if u are in kitchen you better have a women around else u will mess it up. but having no other option I took up both and ended flat of my face
Cooking !
One reason for my sexy and fast diminishing waist line , is the fact that I am not in the company of any women .. no Gf .. Mom or Sister too not around so no home cooked food and no one to nag and force me to eat .....so I decided to end this dependence and thought of cooking and my like minded room mate agreed but our cooking experiment ended when we almost managed to blew up the whole building and all we wanted to do was boil milk.
Not to be deterred by this failure , I decided to take on the other challenge ,that of shopping. Let me give a small back ground I am some one who chronically suffers from Shopping Phobia ( I do go to malls and visit cloth outlets too but that’s more because I might have been following a good looking girl) all my life I have been depended on women for making those tough choices ..which color , what is in and what is out of fashion which colors are contrasts and which suit’s me and god knows ….I cant even remembered what are the requirements are . It was mostly done by my two fashion gurus my mom and sis then later by my a girl friend , the good thing about all this was i never had to worry much about getting a raw deal .... infact the only worry was if the poor trader is ending up in loss because he no longer can stand the nagging of these women and just want them gone what ever the lose may be . I guess I have made my point, when it comes to shopping I am a total retard , infact having pity on my shopping dilemma my girl friend who was in another city had to get cloths there and parcel them to me :-) and the only time I ventured into places like commercial street (Bangalore )was with friends who are girls … but since I am no longer have the option of taking any girl with me ( no gf ,mom and sis are not in town), so was forced to go with few of my guy friends taking no chances I tried mustering all help I can get ,So here I was after exactly a year in commercial street with five guys !
Shopping Time !
The objective being to buy a salwar each for my sis and mom and a shirt for my dad and a jeans for yours truly ( jeans because u have less choices in color so will be easier ) but little did I realize that when it came’s to shopping my friends were as dumb as me .
As I entered the first store for a salwar suit I was in a fix all the dresses seemed same and good ,now what do I choose ? .. I tried calling mom she was not reachable I asked my friends well they shook there head on every thing. I realized i don’t have a option and had to make the choice and made a very intelligent decision I took the salwar which was in show case ,obviously they would have kept the best there :-) and now it was time to pay the shop lady gave the price and I tried my bargaining tricks … “ Plz Plz Aunty some discount “ , I saw the lady giving this rude look which made me realize my mistake .. never call a young women aunty .. now I knew the best thing to do will be to pay what she has asked and run .. so I did …. buying shirt and jeans are a bit easy, all u have to see is the size and the if it fits the bill and that was done in a flash and within 45 minutes mission shopping was over but my joy was shot lived , when I called mom later I was told I have over paid, I forgot to get the sleeves stitched for the salwar never knew it worked that way , jeans is a misfit , the color of the shirt seems to have been inspired by govind’s movies :-( . but I guess all was not lost I got to do something which could not be done in a women’s company or you may end up with a fractured nose … that is checking out all those hot babes roaming the streets all those low waits jeans and tank tops .. the world seemed a much better place :-)
Thank You God for making Eve
With out her Adam would have died of hunger or still be searching for the right leaf to cover himself
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Where Is God When It Hurts !
Why does god let someone suffer ? well we can discuss about it whole day long and still may not conclude on anything . I am no philosopher to think about reasons for suffering and its beyond my compression but I guess god has his reasons , To see some one sweet suffer is hard and leaves u speechless. What do I tell u friend. I don’t have words , all I can do is pray for u and hope miracle happens, I may not know the reason for ur suffering but I know about the power of prayer . Get well soon and get back soon friend God Bless U !
Monday, April 23, 2007
BLACK FRIDAY !
Recently I had the opportunity to watch a movie named Black Friday . Its about the 1993 Mumbai bomb blast . I wont comment much about the acting ,costume or the screen play ,there is nothing much to write about that. But what it did was bring back memories of those Black days of Indian history , when it happened I was young and did not understand the gravity. Like the collective memory of our society even my memory has faded. After all ,we have had many more riots and blasts and like all concerned citizens we condemn those terrorist and wanted them hanged, and then we move on with our life’s . But what about those people who had lost every thing in those riots & blast’s and have nothing to move on to .. What prompted me to write this post was a incident which was related to 1993 blast and the riots .. In the course of my student life I happened to travel a lot and had come across many people but meeting two men almost changed the way I look at society .
First was a middle aged Muslim guy . he looked like any other shabby beggar manning this small town railway station in Katni and when he came near me , like every one else, I tried pretending as if I was sleeping, but some how he saw through my closed eyes and murmured in fluent English “Son I am not a beggar, all I want is something to eat” I was shell shocked and felt humbled and embarrassed , not knowing what to do I offered him food and saw him gobble that in record speed. To quench my own curiosity I asked him where he was from, he said Mumbai “I know u are surprised to see a beggar talk in English” he said with a faint smile. Then what he told shook me to the core . He was Ali sir a English teacher in some well to do convent school in Mumbai and in the riots he lost every thing his wife , his 2 kids and his house , I asked him why cant he go back and start a life. “Life for whom “ he asked, how can I go back to those murders who killed my wife and kids in front of me. Then the train moved and I moved on and on my subsequent visits to the station I tried searching for him but never found him .Wonder what would have happened to him? The second one was also a train trip, while on my way back from Mumbai in a general compartment where the only seat available was the door step I happened to sit next to a around 15 year old street kid named rakesh. In the course of the journey he told me that he was a thief , had been beaten black and blue by police many times and he even coached me on how to open a small lock with a pin. When asked about his family he told his mom and brother where killed in the Mumbai blast and his dad remarried and threw him out , what surprised me most was his lack of emotion about all this. May be he has lost all his emotions by now. And if it makes any difference this kid was a hindu .
Years have passed now, but I still cant figure out who is responsible for this two men’s fate , Ram or Allah after all, what ever happened, happened in there names . I wonder how can the conscious of a mob die when they go around killing parents in front of kids , smashing new born kids to the wall, or raping and cutting open even pregnant women. This people are not violent psycho criminals just let out of jail but they were next door neighbors who have lived next to their victims houses most of there life. It just took few inciting speeches by some fanatics to turn this common neighbors into heartless predators. How can a person muster enough hatred towards some one whom he do not even know ,that he want to plant a bomb and shred them into pieces . All this in name of religion, the same religion which forms the backbone of our moral fiber which teaches us love and compassion and is supposed to give us the knowledge of good and evil.
Now The final verdict, after a long drawn legal battle few insignificant ones have been caught and were proclaimed as terrorist and will be hanged or jailed but the masterminds are absconding and and are living a lavish life , never the less they have been found guilty for funding and planning the blast that made Mumbai bleed and killed rakesh’s mom and sibling . but what about the riots what about the people who made those speeches asking people of one community to punish the people of other community, what about the killers of Ali’s family. Most of them have gone back to there common life waiting to turn predators at the next available opportunity. And the people who gave those speeches, since most were politicians , they may be somewhere in the corridor of power , when they die they will be wrapped in tricolor and will be given a 21 gun salute and we will be made to here their great contribution to the society.Now I know why Ali never wanted to return.
"Man perfected by society is the best of all animals; he is the most terrible of all when he lives without law, and without justice."Aristotle
First was a middle aged Muslim guy . he looked like any other shabby beggar manning this small town railway station in Katni and when he came near me , like every one else, I tried pretending as if I was sleeping, but some how he saw through my closed eyes and murmured in fluent English “Son I am not a beggar, all I want is something to eat” I was shell shocked and felt humbled and embarrassed , not knowing what to do I offered him food and saw him gobble that in record speed. To quench my own curiosity I asked him where he was from, he said Mumbai “I know u are surprised to see a beggar talk in English” he said with a faint smile. Then what he told shook me to the core . He was Ali sir a English teacher in some well to do convent school in Mumbai and in the riots he lost every thing his wife , his 2 kids and his house , I asked him why cant he go back and start a life. “Life for whom “ he asked, how can I go back to those murders who killed my wife and kids in front of me. Then the train moved and I moved on and on my subsequent visits to the station I tried searching for him but never found him .Wonder what would have happened to him? The second one was also a train trip, while on my way back from Mumbai in a general compartment where the only seat available was the door step I happened to sit next to a around 15 year old street kid named rakesh. In the course of the journey he told me that he was a thief , had been beaten black and blue by police many times and he even coached me on how to open a small lock with a pin. When asked about his family he told his mom and brother where killed in the Mumbai blast and his dad remarried and threw him out , what surprised me most was his lack of emotion about all this. May be he has lost all his emotions by now. And if it makes any difference this kid was a hindu .
Years have passed now, but I still cant figure out who is responsible for this two men’s fate , Ram or Allah after all, what ever happened, happened in there names . I wonder how can the conscious of a mob die when they go around killing parents in front of kids , smashing new born kids to the wall, or raping and cutting open even pregnant women. This people are not violent psycho criminals just let out of jail but they were next door neighbors who have lived next to their victims houses most of there life. It just took few inciting speeches by some fanatics to turn this common neighbors into heartless predators. How can a person muster enough hatred towards some one whom he do not even know ,that he want to plant a bomb and shred them into pieces . All this in name of religion, the same religion which forms the backbone of our moral fiber which teaches us love and compassion and is supposed to give us the knowledge of good and evil.
Now The final verdict, after a long drawn legal battle few insignificant ones have been caught and were proclaimed as terrorist and will be hanged or jailed but the masterminds are absconding and and are living a lavish life , never the less they have been found guilty for funding and planning the blast that made Mumbai bleed and killed rakesh’s mom and sibling . but what about the riots what about the people who made those speeches asking people of one community to punish the people of other community, what about the killers of Ali’s family. Most of them have gone back to there common life waiting to turn predators at the next available opportunity. And the people who gave those speeches, since most were politicians , they may be somewhere in the corridor of power , when they die they will be wrapped in tricolor and will be given a 21 gun salute and we will be made to here their great contribution to the society.Now I know why Ali never wanted to return.
"Man perfected by society is the best of all animals; he is the most terrible of all when he lives without law, and without justice."Aristotle
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Match Maker !
I have to admit when I talk of vacations especially those from my school days it evokes a sense of freedom and care freeness that is hard to find in the adult life, After all when we are kids the biggest Cross we have to carry are books and when that is off our shoulders we are free birds with no limitation to our imagination. My vacations were no different the months of April 15 to June 15 were the only time I felt I had a life, even the hot north Indian Sun frying you at almost 45 .C could not stop me, let me also add this two months were the times I was at my religious best ,regular prayer for a miracle to happen the miracle of my clearing the exam . But the vacation I cherish most is of a different kind this is about a match making vacation .
I pride my self to being directly responsible for two of my teacher’s happy married life . I was the messenger boy who helped there love to blossom …. My class teacher’s lover was a successful engineer who had just moved in as our neighbor it was natural my teacher became good friends with my mom and to my utter dismay often visited my home in the pretext of teaching me ,even if it was vacation and I was just in class four ,As her love blossomed I had this new responsibility “Messenger Boy “ I was supposed to climb the wall jump into the next house take out the letter from my pocket (never open it or read it my self ) and deliver it to this tall guy dark handsome guy and then wait outside get a replay and deliver it back to my teacher , all the while I was supposed to be playing or rather pretending to be playing some silly game so that no one notices my real motive … and I was strictly instructed if caught by enemy forces ( read my mom or some other neighbors) never revel the objective of the mission and no matter what never give the letter to some one else ) . My innocent soul would do every thing as instructed ( expect the do not open the letter part :- ) ) ,thinking of my self as a noble knight helping a hero and heroine meet i would climb the tall wall then hang on to a tree climb down and deliver the msg and get the reply , as the vacation progressed things started looking brighter and the frequency of my mission increased, soon mom and dad got wind of what sort of lessons I was getting and they took matters into there own hand , with other like minded neighbors played the facilitator and got them married and they happily lived ever after . Since the Groom’s family was against this marriage and boycotted it my dad has to become his brother and that way I became my class teacher In law :-) .As news spread , my fame grew and I started getting favored treatment form other single lady teachers and even became the messenger boy for one more teacher but fate had other plans and it ended in total disaster … I ended up delivering the letter to the wrong person ,who by chance happened to be her brother’s close friend :-( , even before I could see my next vacation she was married to someone else and I hope she too lived happy ever after :-) ….. after this vacation I had the distinction of going to school as my teacher's in law … …
I have to say it took me a long time to write about child hood vacations … it brings so many memories that you end up drifting in your own thoughts….. thanks sree for making me write this …..
if any one else ever happen to come across my post … plz read this
http://srisviews.blogspot.com/2007/04/childhood-vacations.html
this is what inspired me to write this post :-)
I pride my self to being directly responsible for two of my teacher’s happy married life . I was the messenger boy who helped there love to blossom …. My class teacher’s lover was a successful engineer who had just moved in as our neighbor it was natural my teacher became good friends with my mom and to my utter dismay often visited my home in the pretext of teaching me ,even if it was vacation and I was just in class four ,As her love blossomed I had this new responsibility “Messenger Boy “ I was supposed to climb the wall jump into the next house take out the letter from my pocket (never open it or read it my self ) and deliver it to this tall guy dark handsome guy and then wait outside get a replay and deliver it back to my teacher , all the while I was supposed to be playing or rather pretending to be playing some silly game so that no one notices my real motive … and I was strictly instructed if caught by enemy forces ( read my mom or some other neighbors) never revel the objective of the mission and no matter what never give the letter to some one else ) . My innocent soul would do every thing as instructed ( expect the do not open the letter part :- ) ) ,thinking of my self as a noble knight helping a hero and heroine meet i would climb the tall wall then hang on to a tree climb down and deliver the msg and get the reply , as the vacation progressed things started looking brighter and the frequency of my mission increased, soon mom and dad got wind of what sort of lessons I was getting and they took matters into there own hand , with other like minded neighbors played the facilitator and got them married and they happily lived ever after . Since the Groom’s family was against this marriage and boycotted it my dad has to become his brother and that way I became my class teacher In law :-) .As news spread , my fame grew and I started getting favored treatment form other single lady teachers and even became the messenger boy for one more teacher but fate had other plans and it ended in total disaster … I ended up delivering the letter to the wrong person ,who by chance happened to be her brother’s close friend :-( , even before I could see my next vacation she was married to someone else and I hope she too lived happy ever after :-) ….. after this vacation I had the distinction of going to school as my teacher's in law … …
I have to say it took me a long time to write about child hood vacations … it brings so many memories that you end up drifting in your own thoughts….. thanks sree for making me write this …..
if any one else ever happen to come across my post … plz read this
http://srisviews.blogspot.com/2007/04/childhood-vacations.html
this is what inspired me to write this post :-)
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Happy Easter !
Today the world over Christians are celebrating Easter , but what is the real significance of Easter and more importantly what it means to me as a person , is it just another festival where we eat and rejoice at Lord Jesus resurrection from the dead , I guess not . For me Easter has more meaning that just a simple festival ,it was because of Good Friday and Easter I was saved. I believe in the gospel the simple gospel that’s embedded in bible, it says every one born is a sinner and the wages of sin is eternal death, now when I say I am a sinner, i may not be a murderer , I may not have stolen any thing (well apart from sweets from my moms kitchen ) and I have not committed any serious crimes, but as bible says there is nothing like small sins or big sins and that way I am a sinner too .. I lie , I feel jealously, I feel anger … etc etc. now if I am a sinner and every sinner has to burn in hell, how can 1 save my self , By doing no sin ? well easier said than done… is it humanely possible to do nothing wrong and live? I guess its not … the other way, is the way the bible show, it says Heavenly God send his only begotten son to this world and he died a painful and humiliating death on the cross … not because of his sins ( the judge who judged him says “I do not find any sin in this man “) but died for the sins of man kind and was risen from the dead on the third day... and who ever believes this simple gospel and takes Lord Jesus Christ as his personal saviors and follows the path shown by Lord Jesus through bible will have his sins washed and will have eternal life as promised by Jesus and will be saved from the burning hell. That the simple truth of Christianity, and that the gospel I believe in ,that’s why the Friday Jesus died is called Good Friday and that why I celebrate Good Friday and Easter.God Bless You.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Joy Of Doing Nothing !
This is something that may be considered very lazy but I have to admit that some times the sense of being totally free and nothing to do can be very relaxing and refreshing in it self. In the hustle and bustle of our jet age which is so much dictated by schedule’s ,deadline’s , to do list and all sort of time table , u tend to miss the small details of life , things which may be very small and futile if u look at it in a logical way , but things that may give u a special kind of satisfaction , last evening I did just that. lying on the roof I counted stars, now that may sound real boring or lazy stuff , but this is something I use to enjoy doing as a kid but as you grow up u tend to lose touch with that childish dreamy world and become more realistic goal oriented achievers or losers. but last evening I again found the joy of being a kid I counted starts ,and day dreamed of being a astronaut flying on a mission to mars…. Sounds silly , but strangely I felt free from all the work , emotional stress I was in . Encouraged by this experiences today I went to a park with a friend and after a long time i got to hear a very sweet but now unfamiliar sound … a sound of a bird sing and the sound of a fluttering leaves , I had almost forgot that there are exist such sweets sounds too. In the hectic week ahead which will be full of sounds of planes flying above vehicle’s honking in a traffic jam people shouting at each other , managers giving more dead line and mobiles ringing . I will miss that sweet bird’s song and will long to count my stars .
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