As of today, I know at least some one and have interacted (for a brief time at least ) with people from following countries other than India
Pakistan
Sri Lanka
Iran
Lebanon
Israel
USA
Canada
Mexico
Puerto Rico
Brazil
Spain
France
Britain
Italy
Sweden
Norway
Russia
China
Korea
Myanmar
Thailand
Japan
Singapore
Bahrain
UAE
Kazakhistan
(Prominent countries missing from the list--Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Argentina and many others)
Cuisines I have tried--
Indian
American (?)
Thai
Chinese
Middle Eastern
Italian
Ethipian
so overall the international exposure hadnt been bad at all
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Ideal Match
These days, people are asking me to send partner preferences in email. So, I wrote back the following for fun :
My astrologger told me girl's name will begin with X, but after searching for many years and also looking up telephone directory, I did not find any girl with X. So , I am now open to other letters of alphabet also,but X will be top preference.
So, my requiremts are very simple.
I want vERY simple and straight,but affectionated girl.She should have radiating personality.Should know Ramayana,Bhagwat Geeta and other homework by heart. I want girl with no drinks and has service. gavarment service prefered.garment will also do.In education life, she should not have got more than 2 ATKTs.
should be from respectful family.also ,she should be down in earth. She should be adjustable and respective to elderly people of my family.She should be well fitting in my large family.My would be should believe my parents are her parents. She should speak her mind frankily.She should be outgoing, outstanding but not outspeakin. She should have imaginary bend of mind. In hard time, should stand behind of me. She should have one brother and one sister. She should have visited foreign 3 times. Should like gajals and pankaj udaas.she should not cook very spicy food because otherwise i will have problems. sometimes she should be ruff tuff. Also I do not insist for daury but i will not refuse
I wonder why no one replied to me ever since. [:P][:P]
Dont blame me if ur grammar goes haywire after this post!
My astrologger told me girl's name will begin with X, but after searching for many years and also looking up telephone directory, I did not find any girl with X. So , I am now open to other letters of alphabet also,but X will be top preference.
So, my requiremts are very simple.
I want vERY simple and straight,but affectionated girl.She should have radiating personality.Should know Ramayana,Bhagwat Geeta and other homework by heart. I want girl with no drinks and has service. gavarment service prefered.garment will also do.In education life, she should not have got more than 2 ATKTs.
should be from respectful family.also ,she should be down in earth. She should be adjustable and respective to elderly people of my family.She should be well fitting in my large family.My would be should believe my parents are her parents. She should speak her mind frankily.She should be outgoing, outstanding but not outspeakin. She should have imaginary bend of mind. In hard time, should stand behind of me. She should have one brother and one sister. She should have visited foreign 3 times. Should like gajals and pankaj udaas.she should not cook very spicy food because otherwise i will have problems. sometimes she should be ruff tuff. Also I do not insist for daury but i will not refuse
I wonder why no one replied to me ever since. [:P][:P]
Dont blame me if ur grammar goes haywire after this post!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Woh Beetein Lamhein
I miss the autorickshaws of Mumbai- yes those noisy polluting damn things-even though the pesky drivers would spit 5 times in 1 minute all through out the road..as if to leave a trail for someone to follow, if their customer decides to murder them in a shady location.
Whatever be their religion, they believe in one common god, - Himesh reshammiya. oooooooooooooooooooo 13 13 13 surooooooooooooor.
I tried to increase my tolerance level many times, but in the end , i had to yield and say"Bhaisaab thoda volume kam karenge?" (this is hindi local euphemism for ' switch off ur crap') but the loser would just touch a finger to the volume button..
Bhaisaab aur kam karo . Still just a touch to volume button.
I always had to finally play the ring tone in my mobile phone and act as if i am getting an important call and speak in English.. "Yes okay so u can adjust the design parameters and increase the flow rate and control strategy, (I simply uttered some crap from my project)" , the volume would be really slow for 15 minutes, immediately as i get tired of babbling and end the CALL , the fellow,without fail turns back the volume and plays the same song again.)
The most irritating part was when you had to go urgently to some place 5 mins away by auto and the driver of the only auto in sight refused to take you there, but at the very next instant when a pretty girl , (or simply any girl) asked for the same location, the arrogant rascal would say in the most polite manner "Baithye Madam".
I remember running after an auto and shouting " Saale kameene , sirf ladkiyon ke liye hai kya Auto? Bahar board lagaaa naa...Streeyansathi (Ladies only ) . Ruk Complain karta hoon main " And he gave me the meanest scowl ever, and some profanities were hurled (only by his side). I wasn't smart enough then (or even now) to directly ask the girl if I could share the ride.
I miss the waiters of the local restaurants- universal epithet-Tambi- who would read out the Menu at 1000 words per minute. You could decipher only 3-4 coherent words in between and say "Haan, wohich leke aa fatafat garma garam "
I also miss bargaining with the roadside stalls for clothes on fashion street.
--Tshirt kitne ka?
-250. Best Quality
-- Ae, main Alibaag se aaya hai dikhta hai kya tereko?? 80 mein deta hai toh de warna hataa.
-- Kya boss, pet pe maaroge kya, nai tumhara nai mera ....seedha 180..
And so it continued.
Nearby the fashion street, going back to VT station (DN Road)was a pain. I always wonder , what they saw in my face, the porn CD sellers always haggled me.. Maybe they like teasing people who they know will never buy from them (Or so -I like to believe-) Mast hai sab, Desi hai.. French hai.. Ek baar leke dekho, kasam paida karne waale ki, every week aaoge. Cover toh dekho zara.. [:P] (Nautanki ppl-everyone of them)
I always simply muttered " Abey bola naaa, nai chahiye" and walk at a brisk pace, almost running
The train journey itself was pretty draining. It was a squeeze machine completely. It is like teaching practically a 7th standard student the concept of force and pressure . "Beta, isko pressure bolte hai"
Getting inside the train is a pain, getting out of it is also a pain. Its as if the Railway logo is "There is always space for one more".
Getting a picture taken at the photo studio was also 'fun'. The guy used to change the background cloth 5 times trying different colors. I was in line.. (3rd in line. There was an aunty in waiting before me, while I dont exactly remember whose pic was being taken. The aunty applied powder 10 times and combed her hair 6 times. After she had emptied one powder bottle, she was asking if there was another left. I actually wonder if she believed Michael Jackson actually became fair this way. :P
I really really wanted to go and tell her, "Kya Aunty, is umar mein itna natak., Are you getting your photo clicked for some modelling agency?" somehow I controlled my temptations.
Then my turn arrived.
'Zara left dekhna
I did
"Utna nai, thoda right..
I did
Arey ye toh pehle jahaa tha wahin aa gaya. fir se thoda left. Arrey itna nai, thoda ekdum thoda... Arrey baba, ab toh tum bilkul bhi nai hilaa rahe shakal. I was pretty bugged by then.
Arey Boss lena, I dont know how to turn my head with least count less than 1 degree. I am okay with slant pic, you dont worry.
He got pretty pissed off and muttered something like "Bhalai ka zamana hi nai" and clicked a pic and went away. When I got the output in my hands, lesson learnt ..Dont anger the guy that is going to take your picture.
I could recollect few experiences while going back the memory lane. I might put up some more in the future.
Whatever be their religion, they believe in one common god, - Himesh reshammiya. oooooooooooooooooooo 13 13 13 surooooooooooooor.
I tried to increase my tolerance level many times, but in the end , i had to yield and say"Bhaisaab thoda volume kam karenge?" (this is hindi local euphemism for ' switch off ur crap') but the loser would just touch a finger to the volume button..
Bhaisaab aur kam karo . Still just a touch to volume button.
I always had to finally play the ring tone in my mobile phone and act as if i am getting an important call and speak in English.. "Yes okay so u can adjust the design parameters and increase the flow rate and control strategy, (I simply uttered some crap from my project)" , the volume would be really slow for 15 minutes, immediately as i get tired of babbling and end the CALL , the fellow,without fail turns back the volume and plays the same song again.)
The most irritating part was when you had to go urgently to some place 5 mins away by auto and the driver of the only auto in sight refused to take you there, but at the very next instant when a pretty girl , (or simply any girl) asked for the same location, the arrogant rascal would say in the most polite manner "Baithye Madam".
I remember running after an auto and shouting " Saale kameene , sirf ladkiyon ke liye hai kya Auto? Bahar board lagaaa naa...Streeyansathi (Ladies only ) . Ruk Complain karta hoon main " And he gave me the meanest scowl ever, and some profanities were hurled (only by his side). I wasn't smart enough then (or even now) to directly ask the girl if I could share the ride.
I miss the waiters of the local restaurants- universal epithet-Tambi- who would read out the Menu at 1000 words per minute. You could decipher only 3-4 coherent words in between and say "Haan, wohich leke aa fatafat garma garam "
I also miss bargaining with the roadside stalls for clothes on fashion street.
--Tshirt kitne ka?
-250. Best Quality
-- Ae, main Alibaag se aaya hai dikhta hai kya tereko?? 80 mein deta hai toh de warna hataa.
-- Kya boss, pet pe maaroge kya, nai tumhara nai mera ....seedha 180..
And so it continued.
Nearby the fashion street, going back to VT station (DN Road)was a pain. I always wonder , what they saw in my face, the porn CD sellers always haggled me.. Maybe they like teasing people who they know will never buy from them (Or so -I like to believe-) Mast hai sab, Desi hai.. French hai.. Ek baar leke dekho, kasam paida karne waale ki, every week aaoge. Cover toh dekho zara.. [:P] (Nautanki ppl-everyone of them)
I always simply muttered " Abey bola naaa, nai chahiye" and walk at a brisk pace, almost running
The train journey itself was pretty draining. It was a squeeze machine completely. It is like teaching practically a 7th standard student the concept of force and pressure . "Beta, isko pressure bolte hai"
Getting inside the train is a pain, getting out of it is also a pain. Its as if the Railway logo is "There is always space for one more".
Getting a picture taken at the photo studio was also 'fun'. The guy used to change the background cloth 5 times trying different colors. I was in line.. (3rd in line. There was an aunty in waiting before me, while I dont exactly remember whose pic was being taken. The aunty applied powder 10 times and combed her hair 6 times. After she had emptied one powder bottle, she was asking if there was another left. I actually wonder if she believed Michael Jackson actually became fair this way. :P
I really really wanted to go and tell her, "Kya Aunty, is umar mein itna natak., Are you getting your photo clicked for some modelling agency?" somehow I controlled my temptations.
Then my turn arrived.
'Zara left dekhna
I did
"Utna nai, thoda right..
I did
Arey ye toh pehle jahaa tha wahin aa gaya. fir se thoda left. Arrey itna nai, thoda ekdum thoda... Arrey baba, ab toh tum bilkul bhi nai hilaa rahe shakal. I was pretty bugged by then.
Arey Boss lena, I dont know how to turn my head with least count less than 1 degree. I am okay with slant pic, you dont worry.
He got pretty pissed off and muttered something like "Bhalai ka zamana hi nai" and clicked a pic and went away. When I got the output in my hands, lesson learnt ..Dont anger the guy that is going to take your picture.
I could recollect few experiences while going back the memory lane. I might put up some more in the future.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Just because I wanted to write something!!!!
Sometimes I feel I have no emotions! -- And many people would readily agree with that...
Sometimes I feel I am very sensitive.-- Issues that don't deserve to be on my mind more than 2 minutes ,linger for hours. I can feel the pain, as if my heart tissue is being scraped by someone's long nails.
Few people know this side of me. It is precisely to avoid projecting this (weak) sensitive side, my brain has trained itself to promote the other image-the uncaring, unemotional, indifferent persona.
I have quite settled down with this duplicitous personality, mostly unaware of its existence.
I have realised, with experience, that the world is a fighting ground, you get no second chances. There are no free lunches anywhere. Very few people really care for you in this world, and I sincerely wish to acknowledge and reciprocate the cares of these people. Then I wonder why I left those many people who cared for me and travelled thousands of miles into wilderness-where people don't really care how you are doing-but will ask you this 5 times in a day, - where people don't give a damn for your life-but will ask you 'Howz it going' 10 times. To many, you are just another loser guy who will take away their job in few years time. Not everyone has this attitude though.,some people truly are nice, and in these people you find the real experience and joy of studying or working abroad. They embrace you into their culture with open arms and genuinely wish to know about your culture. I wish the world had only such people.
The answer to that question(yes -the question was- why come here?) is not simple-- Sometimes in life, when life is going too fast, you need to take off some time for yourself, gauge and collect your inner thoughts and be strong and independent. You have to take your life in your own hands, take some decisions. Live for yourself, just because you want to do something... Don't do anything because you want to impress others or to project a successful image, but to realize your inner potential and get lost in your thoughts. Pursue hobbies, find release from your cares. Feel the vacuum. 'Comfortably numb'- Yes thats what it is. Who needs drugs? Psychedelic experiences are all around you, just waiting to be unraveled.
(This entry has been written in complete sanity, however unlikely that may seem :P)
Sometimes I feel I am very sensitive.-- Issues that don't deserve to be on my mind more than 2 minutes ,linger for hours. I can feel the pain, as if my heart tissue is being scraped by someone's long nails.
Few people know this side of me. It is precisely to avoid projecting this (weak) sensitive side, my brain has trained itself to promote the other image-the uncaring, unemotional, indifferent persona.
I have quite settled down with this duplicitous personality, mostly unaware of its existence.
I have realised, with experience, that the world is a fighting ground, you get no second chances. There are no free lunches anywhere. Very few people really care for you in this world, and I sincerely wish to acknowledge and reciprocate the cares of these people. Then I wonder why I left those many people who cared for me and travelled thousands of miles into wilderness-where people don't really care how you are doing-but will ask you this 5 times in a day, - where people don't give a damn for your life-but will ask you 'Howz it going' 10 times. To many, you are just another loser guy who will take away their job in few years time. Not everyone has this attitude though.,some people truly are nice, and in these people you find the real experience and joy of studying or working abroad. They embrace you into their culture with open arms and genuinely wish to know about your culture. I wish the world had only such people.
The answer to that question(yes -the question was- why come here?) is not simple-- Sometimes in life, when life is going too fast, you need to take off some time for yourself, gauge and collect your inner thoughts and be strong and independent. You have to take your life in your own hands, take some decisions. Live for yourself, just because you want to do something... Don't do anything because you want to impress others or to project a successful image, but to realize your inner potential and get lost in your thoughts. Pursue hobbies, find release from your cares. Feel the vacuum. 'Comfortably numb'- Yes thats what it is. Who needs drugs? Psychedelic experiences are all around you, just waiting to be unraveled.
(This entry has been written in complete sanity, however unlikely that may seem :P)
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