Saddened...rather overwhelmed with remorse.Just came across the article regarding the unborn child who fell victim 2 ahmedabad blasts yesterday(along wth the parents,parek shah and kinjal).And yes to many it's just one of those days where this is happening everywhere...and yes maybe this is nothing compared to the history of violence where the body-count has exceeded far more than that of yesterday.
But the question raised is(and has been for generations)that what has humanity come to...where lives r taken in the name of religion,in the name of land and most of the times in the name of selfish interests...
i know dat these atrocities won't come 2 an end anytime sooner and even tho it's wishful thinking...i still WISH
and the best i can do on my part is dedicate a song(which in no way brings solace to those affected...but mayb 2 some it might) and simultaneously seek some answers...
"PEACE,LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING" by elvis costello
"As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
Theres one thing I wanna know:
Whats so funny bout peace love & understanding?ohhhh
Whats so funny bout peace love & understanding?
And as I walked on through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimesSo where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
Whats so funny bout peace love & understanding?
ohhhhWhats so funny bout peace love & understanding?
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
Whats so funny bout peace love & understanding?
ohhhWhats so funny bout peace love & understanding?
ohhhhWhats so funny bout peace love & understanding ? "
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
communication gap...
Communication gap :
Just felt like sharing wth the world out there, one of the many goofiest incidents which took place during my and Akshat's(a friend of mine workin for mckinsey,delhi) backpacking cum luxury trip of South India(we had a whirlwind trip covering Karnataka,Kerela and chennai frm 26TH DEC TO 31ST DEC,2006).
It was our 2nd day in kerela. I decided to pamper myself wth some early morning ayurvedic massage in our resort in kumarakam. Mah bro was too lazy to get all oily at 6 in the mornin so i decided to go alone. After the usual hospitalities my masseur got to buisness. I was stripped naked albeit my undies were spared and I was told to lay down on my back.
and then the MOMENT OF RECKONING came. The masseur, a Keralite, who spoke decent english and no hindi ,knowing me being a delhiite decided to jes give it a more personal touch + make me feel at home,asked innocently "SIR....CHADDI OK?" and my prompt and innocent reply was "OK"(as in "i am OK with my undies") and ZOOOOOOM...there he strips me of the last piece of cloth on my body....and as my jockey went down and as mah nigga masseur got the view of my exclusive posterior (which is at par with J.LO's),i went thru a constellation of emotions(anger,anxiety,hurt,embarassment...Yes sir even a besharam guy like me can get embarassed on rare occasions).but all i cud utter was "OYEEEE ye kya kar diya?"but no use cryin on spilled milk so i decided to go wth the flow and let him do his tricks on my tricky roads....moral of the story "communicate properly and learn exactly wats bein conveyed b4 nodding ur head and sayin the magic word...OK"
Just felt like sharing wth the world out there, one of the many goofiest incidents which took place during my and Akshat's(a friend of mine workin for mckinsey,delhi) backpacking cum luxury trip of South India(we had a whirlwind trip covering Karnataka,Kerela and chennai frm 26TH DEC TO 31ST DEC,2006).
It was our 2nd day in kerela. I decided to pamper myself wth some early morning ayurvedic massage in our resort in kumarakam. Mah bro was too lazy to get all oily at 6 in the mornin so i decided to go alone. After the usual hospitalities my masseur got to buisness. I was stripped naked albeit my undies were spared and I was told to lay down on my back.
and then the MOMENT OF RECKONING came. The masseur, a Keralite, who spoke decent english and no hindi ,knowing me being a delhiite decided to jes give it a more personal touch + make me feel at home,asked innocently "SIR....CHADDI OK?" and my prompt and innocent reply was "OK"(as in "i am OK with my undies") and ZOOOOOOM...there he strips me of the last piece of cloth on my body....and as my jockey went down and as mah nigga masseur got the view of my exclusive posterior (which is at par with J.LO's),i went thru a constellation of emotions(anger,anxiety,hurt,embarassment...Yes sir even a besharam guy like me can get embarassed on rare occasions).but all i cud utter was "OYEEEE ye kya kar diya?"but no use cryin on spilled milk so i decided to go wth the flow and let him do his tricks on my tricky roads....moral of the story "communicate properly and learn exactly wats bein conveyed b4 nodding ur head and sayin the magic word...OK"
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
the day that was
Been vying to blog for ages but never found the appropriate time(the last time i wrote anythin close was a diary way bck in 1993...so gladiators of bloggoseum,spare me if the stuff is amateur)...and here i am,havin my fifth corona of the day,sittin near my balcony,listenin 2 JOSHUA RADIN'S...STAR MILE(song of the night...i've got a staple diet of songs which put me 2 instant NINNI(baby sleep in hindi),lookin at the streets lights and contemplating and sharin wth the world,the DAY THAT WAS.
the relevance of this blog revolves around wat v call a BAD HAIR DAY.the past 3 days were,in a punjabi layman's word,A MANDAA wth regards to catchin fish(as in my clients).but came today morning,and i received a call from a certain MADAM KABBACH(the co-owner of hyatt regency in casablanca and a private resort TOWN and one of many cool yachts here in morocco...and other money-raking things dat i don know of).
the kind old lady is havin her son's weddin,comin saturday(the dude gets married to the daughter of the moroccan distributor and head of CHOPARD,here in morocco)and i was asked to provide a bean from the beanstalk(a few rajasthani antique pots for her garden decoration)
when i reached her palais...there was a glow in my eyes(only on those who smell dough...crispy,new,karaare note)...but guess the glow in the eyes turned out to be CONJUNKTIVITUS.
hopin 2 make atleast a cool 6000$ on 8 pcs of PEETAL-KHASSI-ANTIQUE vases(in other wrds a steal)...turned out she wanted the stuff for rent,for a day...and here i was hopin to get rid of some dead stock...alas wth a lotta paltry negotiations i succumbed 2 her demands and rented(which i do rarely cos my motto is "once a retailer,always a retailer") the stuff for a mere 900$(almost 5100$ worth of dreams and bread and alcohol,gone wth the wind)
other siginificant things that happened on this day were,a more than half hour conversation wth mr SHARAD frm new york(one of the rare friends who r at par wth ur non-sense of humour...in other words one of the few people wth whom u feel sedated or relaxed in this big-bad world),a great meal and a godforesaken slow net connection...THE END(until the nxt blog)
the relevance of this blog revolves around wat v call a BAD HAIR DAY.the past 3 days were,in a punjabi layman's word,A MANDAA wth regards to catchin fish(as in my clients).but came today morning,and i received a call from a certain MADAM KABBACH(the co-owner of hyatt regency in casablanca and a private resort TOWN and one of many cool yachts here in morocco...and other money-raking things dat i don know of).
the kind old lady is havin her son's weddin,comin saturday(the dude gets married to the daughter of the moroccan distributor and head of CHOPARD,here in morocco)and i was asked to provide a bean from the beanstalk(a few rajasthani antique pots for her garden decoration)
when i reached her palais...there was a glow in my eyes(only on those who smell dough...crispy,new,karaare note)...but guess the glow in the eyes turned out to be CONJUNKTIVITUS.
hopin 2 make atleast a cool 6000$ on 8 pcs of PEETAL-KHASSI-ANTIQUE vases(in other wrds a steal)...turned out she wanted the stuff for rent,for a day...and here i was hopin to get rid of some dead stock...alas wth a lotta paltry negotiations i succumbed 2 her demands and rented(which i do rarely cos my motto is "once a retailer,always a retailer") the stuff for a mere 900$(almost 5100$ worth of dreams and bread and alcohol,gone wth the wind)
other siginificant things that happened on this day were,a more than half hour conversation wth mr SHARAD frm new york(one of the rare friends who r at par wth ur non-sense of humour...in other words one of the few people wth whom u feel sedated or relaxed in this big-bad world),a great meal and a godforesaken slow net connection...THE END(until the nxt blog)
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