Where there is a "will”, there is a loads of money and property for sure.
Since we have stabilized with some blogs now I thought of letting you guys know the motive behind the blog. The motive is simple. To let people know our thoughts and earn a buck or two in return. No we dont charge people for visiting the blogs. So don’t panic yet! Neither is your visit being tracked or recorded. You may visit at your will and comment at a whim. The idea here is to portray characters, situations and quote the unquotable. The point is, we often think of doing numerous things, but often end up by being non-proactive and that way we continue to live in our comfort zone, in a shell, a subdued shell to be accurate. So we decided to break the routine, go one step ahead and pen our words (type actually) and let people know of our existence and inshalla (god willing) we started off. How long it goes really depends on how motivated we would be in the near future. Hope this is not a flash in the pan. I often wonder though, why would people visit the blog. Neither are we a personality like BIG B, whose sneeze becomes a national breaking news nor we have someone like Aishwarya, whose illness we could report to .On the flip side, that is what spurred us more than anything. So stay tuned and don’t laugh if we fail miserably. Our writing is going to be simple with a promise that there would be no machoism of words.. No themes, but whatever comes to the mind, be it making a receipe. So whats the deal with visiting the blog. The green links which you so prominently see are for you guys. So go and find whats hidden behind those..lol..On that note, its me Vishal signing off (wow! i could become a BJ). Cheers!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Type 4 vs Type 1
Ranjit again.............No you guessed it wrong.I am not trying to prove my knowledge in the field of Medicine by explaining the different strains of the Swine flu virus but rather trying to remember the first signs of negativity which we experienced during our adolscence.
Let me make you comfortable.Typ4 and Type 1 refers to the housing status of an HAL employee which he or she is alloted as per his or her importance in the company or rather grading.As the name suggests Type 1 does not have the upper hand but infact less superior to Type4.A Type 4 house is spacious while a Type1 house is congested and resembles the car shed of a typical Type4 house......
I and most of the guys in our group belonged to the inferior one.(TYPE 1) I would not like to comment why we were there in the first place.Now slowly but surely this difference in houses which was rather materialistic somehow created a sort of empathy or rather fear for the persons living there.
We considered our fellow classmates who were from this so called privilaged TYPE 4 class as extraordinary.In fact when somebody would point "Arey woh type 4 see aata hain" there would be sudden rush of negative energies within and "this is it ab kuch nahi ho sakta" kind of feeling...................
The conversations between a Typ4 and Type 1 guy would be rather one way with the TYPE 1 guy just agreeing to what the other guy had to say and all he could mutter with great difficulty was "barobar barobar " (Giving in even before the battle began....................)
I remember the horrifying game of "Abha Dhobhi" (not sure what it meant) wherein a particular team has to hit the opposition with a ball (which was hard as a nut).The teams were deliberately formed on this discrimination so that we could vent out our frustrations and which we did with great pride.........................................
We never could get out of this hysteria throughout our entire school life......................................
Let me make you comfortable.Typ4 and Type 1 refers to the housing status of an HAL employee which he or she is alloted as per his or her importance in the company or rather grading.As the name suggests Type 1 does not have the upper hand but infact less superior to Type4.A Type 4 house is spacious while a Type1 house is congested and resembles the car shed of a typical Type4 house......
I and most of the guys in our group belonged to the inferior one.(TYPE 1) I would not like to comment why we were there in the first place.Now slowly but surely this difference in houses which was rather materialistic somehow created a sort of empathy or rather fear for the persons living there.
We considered our fellow classmates who were from this so called privilaged TYPE 4 class as extraordinary.In fact when somebody would point "Arey woh type 4 see aata hain" there would be sudden rush of negative energies within and "this is it ab kuch nahi ho sakta" kind of feeling...................
The conversations between a Typ4 and Type 1 guy would be rather one way with the TYPE 1 guy just agreeing to what the other guy had to say and all he could mutter with great difficulty was "barobar barobar " (Giving in even before the battle began....................)
I remember the horrifying game of "Abha Dhobhi" (not sure what it meant) wherein a particular team has to hit the opposition with a ball (which was hard as a nut).The teams were deliberately formed on this discrimination so that we could vent out our frustrations and which we did with great pride.........................................
We never could get out of this hysteria throughout our entire school life......................................
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thane to Pune on a weekend
Thane to Pune on a weekend
Vishal writes,
After a series of people centric blogs, I decided to draft on a generic one. Traveling is one of my favorite hobby. I like to do things which do not involve a lot of thinking, rather no involvement of brains. That is why I like situations such as complete power outage (rather blackouts), jogging, walking, cycling and yes traveling. Usually, traveling is such a unwinding experience, where all that you have to do is sit quietly (did i say, I like to travel alone?) , switch yourself completely off, switch on your ipod (i use my phone handset) and let it play. Don’t think of home, office, friends, foes, just in a world of your own, bliss, divine. But that’s a perfect picture isn't it? And when you travel on late Sunday evening, after a weekend hangover, without a bus reservation, on a busy route, in a festive season, you have to accept what comes your way. That is what happened on my way back to Pune in a lal dabba (public transport).
That horrific Sunday after having a look at the crazy SWINE flu-ish crowd, I had no option but to board what was available. Infact, such was the euphoria of the crowd, after seeing the bus, that I had put all my athletic reflexes to hang on to the running bus to get a damn seat. And I did get one after putting my life at risk. No issues! And yes, the bus was not empty either. It had people pre-loaded and 70% of the seats were already eaten up. Considering that, I felt like I did a great job. But who cares. I put my luggage (squeezed it) and sat on the edge of the seat of a three seater, later realizing that my counterparts where little interested in offering me the amount of space, I would normally get after paying the full fair. But no complaints. They were two ladies. One of them nearly twice my age and the other was possibly her mother. The bus had a strange stench.Probably a mixture of sweat (200 underarms), vomit (50 old and a few fresh ones), gutka, cigar, bidi and all sorts of other things which you can think of. Hygiene was least on my mind. It never goes hand in hand in such places. But to add to the stench, my counterparts looked like they had a bath a decade ago, and were in desperate need of eating the over-ripe bananas, cucumbers, oily chips and what not packed in a oversized luggage, in those humid conditions (before the bus even starts) and when food is the last thing on your mind. After a lot of physical and mental stress and my help, they managed to get these things pulled out of the luggage and mail it to their tummy. In return they offered me a wry smile for helping them get the stuff out. I acknowledged it with a warm smile with a lot of sarcasm inside. Nevertheless, the bus started with tons of people inside. People of all ages and sexes.
Checkout the Banana in the picture....
These days, the bus conductors are supposed to be helpful because on such busy routes they get added incentives depending on the number of seats. However, ours was an old man waiting for his retirement and his wrinkles and long beard suggested he had a daughter to get married off hence was neither interested in the job nor willing to help people. He stopped the bus midway to throw people out, those who requested to halt the bus at the non-qualified stops (even if it was pretty much on the route). To be fair to him, he was just doing his job, though he was least empathizing with people. But no one complained, neither did I.
Here is the Bus conductor!
The bus kept traveling and passing one station after another. Though the bus was not traveling at more than 45 kmph, the half bare driver put in a lot of effort and made it look that it traveled at 200 kmph or more. It stopped at some request stops to let the awaiting crowd know that it was overcrowded. But some of them got inside anyways and to my grief, a 17 something young girl got in and called me "UNCLE" (Uncle thoda sarko, mujhe piche jana hai). I was devastated and realized that my hey days are all but over. Quarter life crisis took over me. I sent a message to Ranjit who replied saying that you are lucky, he was called the same by a 25 year old. I was relaxed but not satisfied. After a hour or so, I realized that there were people who were in more need of a seat than I was. I had a good look in the bus and decided to relinquish my seat to a mid
-life crisis stucken man. Though strong and sturdy, it looked like age was taking its toll on him. I thought may be I will allow him to sit for an hour or so and then may be request to get it back. The bus in the mean while traveled happily only to stop at Lonvavala.
Lonavala is a scenic location with an ugly bus stand. It gives an impression that the bus halts in the middle of a garbage site. Flies, papers are found in abundance. The always crowded wada vala was doing his usual brisk business. The sweaty hands were exchanging money with equally sweaty wadas and chutney. People were happy buying those. I got one as well. While munching those, I spotted one adventurous foreign couple trying to catch a pig (or swine). Chikki walas were all around. I was dying to get inside. The bus smelled better than the station.
There (below) is the couple hunting the swine and yes the wada wala too...........
After a couple of burps, the driver got in, so did the bus conductor who vociferously ranged to let the driver know that he was ready. I decided to seat myself. However the person to whom I granted my seat was in a state of disbelief that I was asking my seat back. I smiled and let him have it on a permanent basis. He smiled with a lot of confusion. The bus halted at the designated stops to let people get down. The bus conductor did not stop anywhere in-between despite many request and remained true to the image he had created earlier. I finally got a seat behind my original seat. The man to whom I offered seat made it a point to bend his back and thank me(tumhi majha sathi ubhey rahile). I smiled back with no answer. Finally, I got down at Shivajinagar and was burdened with the thought of getting in to another government owned local bus. To my luck, my bother was there to receive me on a two wheeler. With a peaceful mind, I sat pillion to reach home in a pretty quick time. What a journey!
Vishal writes,
After a series of people centric blogs, I decided to draft on a generic one. Traveling is one of my favorite hobby. I like to do things which do not involve a lot of thinking, rather no involvement of brains. That is why I like situations such as complete power outage (rather blackouts), jogging, walking, cycling and yes traveling. Usually, traveling is such a unwinding experience, where all that you have to do is sit quietly (did i say, I like to travel alone?) , switch yourself completely off, switch on your ipod (i use my phone handset) and let it play. Don’t think of home, office, friends, foes, just in a world of your own, bliss, divine. But that’s a perfect picture isn't it? And when you travel on late Sunday evening, after a weekend hangover, without a bus reservation, on a busy route, in a festive season, you have to accept what comes your way. That is what happened on my way back to Pune in a lal dabba (public transport).
That horrific Sunday after having a look at the crazy SWINE flu-ish crowd, I had no option but to board what was available. Infact, such was the euphoria of the crowd, after seeing the bus, that I had put all my athletic reflexes to hang on to the running bus to get a damn seat. And I did get one after putting my life at risk. No issues! And yes, the bus was not empty either. It had people pre-loaded and 70% of the seats were already eaten up. Considering that, I felt like I did a great job. But who cares. I put my luggage (squeezed it) and sat on the edge of the seat of a three seater, later realizing that my counterparts where little interested in offering me the amount of space, I would normally get after paying the full fair. But no complaints. They were two ladies. One of them nearly twice my age and the other was possibly her mother. The bus had a strange stench.Probably a mixture of sweat (200 underarms), vomit (50 old and a few fresh ones), gutka, cigar, bidi and all sorts of other things which you can think of. Hygiene was least on my mind. It never goes hand in hand in such places. But to add to the stench, my counterparts looked like they had a bath a decade ago, and were in desperate need of eating the over-ripe bananas, cucumbers, oily chips and what not packed in a oversized luggage, in those humid conditions (before the bus even starts) and when food is the last thing on your mind. After a lot of physical and mental stress and my help, they managed to get these things pulled out of the luggage and mail it to their tummy. In return they offered me a wry smile for helping them get the stuff out. I acknowledged it with a warm smile with a lot of sarcasm inside. Nevertheless, the bus started with tons of people inside. People of all ages and sexes.
Checkout the Banana in the picture....These days, the bus conductors are supposed to be helpful because on such busy routes they get added incentives depending on the number of seats. However, ours was an old man waiting for his retirement and his wrinkles and long beard suggested he had a daughter to get married off hence was neither interested in the job nor willing to help people. He stopped the bus midway to throw people out, those who requested to halt the bus at the non-qualified stops (even if it was pretty much on the route). To be fair to him, he was just doing his job, though he was least empathizing with people. But no one complained, neither did I.
Here is the Bus conductor!
The bus kept traveling and passing one station after another. Though the bus was not traveling at more than 45 kmph, the half bare driver put in a lot of effort and made it look that it traveled at 200 kmph or more. It stopped at some request stops to let the awaiting crowd know that it was overcrowded. But some of them got inside anyways and to my grief, a 17 something young girl got in and called me "UNCLE" (Uncle thoda sarko, mujhe piche jana hai). I was devastated and realized that my hey days are all but over. Quarter life crisis took over me. I sent a message to Ranjit who replied saying that you are lucky, he was called the same by a 25 year old. I was relaxed but not satisfied. After a hour or so, I realized that there were people who were in more need of a seat than I was. I had a good look in the bus and decided to relinquish my seat to a mid
-life crisis stucken man. Though strong and sturdy, it looked like age was taking its toll on him. I thought may be I will allow him to sit for an hour or so and then may be request to get it back. The bus in the mean while traveled happily only to stop at Lonvavala.
Lonavala is a scenic location with an ugly bus stand. It gives an impression that the bus halts in the middle of a garbage site. Flies, papers are found in abundance. The always crowded wada vala was doing his usual brisk business. The sweaty hands were exchanging money with equally sweaty wadas and chutney. People were happy buying those. I got one as well. While munching those, I spotted one adventurous foreign couple trying to catch a pig (or swine). Chikki walas were all around. I was dying to get inside. The bus smelled better than the station.
There (below) is the couple hunting the swine and yes the wada wala too...........
After a couple of burps, the driver got in, so did the bus conductor who vociferously ranged to let the driver know that he was ready. I decided to seat myself. However the person to whom I granted my seat was in a state of disbelief that I was asking my seat back. I smiled and let him have it on a permanent basis. He smiled with a lot of confusion. The bus halted at the designated stops to let people get down. The bus conductor did not stop anywhere in-between despite many request and remained true to the image he had created earlier. I finally got a seat behind my original seat. The man to whom I offered seat made it a point to bend his back and thank me(tumhi majha sathi ubhey rahile). I smiled back with no answer. Finally, I got down at Shivajinagar and was burdened with the thought of getting in to another government owned local bus. To my luck, my bother was there to receive me on a two wheeler. With a peaceful mind, I sat pillion to reach home in a pretty quick time. What a journey!
Nikhil Kharade "Once upon a time"..................................................
This is Ranjit.Couldn't resist myself from introducing the chief protagonist in our group.Mr Nikhil Kharade an Architect by profession and a gem of a person.Let me get you familiarised with the tittle of the post now this dude apart from being a good student was a great story teller which was a cause of stress among us.Now if you say how listening to stories can be stressful it sure can be if "THEY NEVER END" .......................................
His stories would begin with "Once upon a time" but alas the one phrase which we all waited desperately to hear "And they lived happily ever after" would never ever happen.When we would get mentally prepared for the end of the story it would take a new twist "Par" but" aisa nahi hua" and get it going from the end to the start again................................
He had a good collection of never ending stories and would always come up with a new one each time.You can imagine the mental agony people are going through today watching TV Soaps which are more or less never ending but they atleast have the luxury of having breaks in between we didn't have that as well..........................
We have been in regular touch offlate and are planning a mega story telling event but are struggling for sponsors......................
His stories would begin with "Once upon a time" but alas the one phrase which we all waited desperately to hear "And they lived happily ever after" would never ever happen.When we would get mentally prepared for the end of the story it would take a new twist "Par" but" aisa nahi hua" and get it going from the end to the start again................................
He had a good collection of never ending stories and would always come up with a new one each time.You can imagine the mental agony people are going through today watching TV Soaps which are more or less never ending but they atleast have the luxury of having breaks in between we didn't have that as well..........................
We have been in regular touch offlate and are planning a mega story telling event but are struggling for sponsors......................
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sunil-The Krantiveer..........................
Sunil is one of our other best buddy.A great speaker of the Marathi language and a writer who was never born.His amateur poems entertained one and many.I remember his Marathi papers in School would be on of the lengthiest and he was the simply the best in it.But "Maths" is what he dreaded the most and had been an emotional factor for him since he used to practice with heart rather than using the brains and still has nightmares about it.We often speak of the Maths paper where we all scored marks in the ascending order starting from 0 to 3 with no guesses who leaded the group............
We catch up once a week and make it a point that we have some new dissapointments and failures to be discussed each week.
We catch up once a week and make it a point that we have some new dissapointments and failures to be discussed each week.
Sunil the Rebel
This is Vishal again and I have the privilege of introducing Sunil the Surse. Sunil Surse, is one of the other wave length friend of ours (Ranjit included). Because of our matching wave-lengths, we often resonate in harmony. Sunil often defies logic and gravity. His fundamentals are screwed up to be frank. He is horribly moody and it can take you a decade to understand those mood swings. A avid reader of Marathi literature, he is a classic example of how one should NOT choose a field of someone
else's choice. He would very well have been the next PU-LA, but destiny as they say was already written. Having said that, we were partners in crime in most of the many occasions. He was also my bench mate and a very good friend then. All of us had a common weakness. We were extraordinarily poor in Maths. I guess that gelled us more than anything. We had failed miserably with Maths. Our Geometric understanding of the acute angle would put to shame even the worst. We were worst among the worst and when we say that there is a certain amount of pride in it. Ranjit to continue further on
this....
else's choice. He would very well have been the next PU-LA, but destiny as they say was already written. Having said that, we were partners in crime in most of the many occasions. He was also my bench mate and a very good friend then. All of us had a common weakness. We were extraordinarily poor in Maths. I guess that gelled us more than anything. We had failed miserably with Maths. Our Geometric understanding of the acute angle would put to shame even the worst. We were worst among the worst and when we say that there is a certain amount of pride in it. Ranjit to continue further on
this....
Vishal -The Enigma..............................
Vishal is an "enigma" an unsolved puzzle to be precise.A flamboyant persona full of energy and zeal to succeed.Though we declare ourselves best friends I am sure like me even he is struggling to come to terms with it.We have been big time planners right from our school days building castles in air.Often during the planning stage itself we would say to ourserlves this is never gonna happen but none of us would admit that on paper.
Vishal has always been a shy guy when it comes to something like speaking in public since childhood but he says he has grown in confidence offlate though I have my own doubts about it."ELOCUTION COMPETITION" is something we both dreaded.I remember once I gathered all the courage on earth and finally managed to convince myself to take part in this frightening event and gladly informed my dear friend about it.But one look at Vishal and I was forced to change my thoughts.I still remember the words he told me "Saale Gaddar" I remember it vividly since I feel that was a turning point in my life or else I would have been the greatest orator on this planet................
Finally for the first time we have come up with joint venture after a lot of planning as usual and this time we went one step ahead and actually put it on paper........
Vishal has always been a shy guy when it comes to something like speaking in public since childhood but he says he has grown in confidence offlate though I have my own doubts about it."ELOCUTION COMPETITION" is something we both dreaded.I remember once I gathered all the courage on earth and finally managed to convince myself to take part in this frightening event and gladly informed my dear friend about it.But one look at Vishal and I was forced to change my thoughts.I still remember the words he told me "Saale Gaddar" I remember it vividly since I feel that was a turning point in my life or else I would have been the greatest orator on this planet................
Finally for the first time we have come up with joint venture after a lot of planning as usual and this time we went one step ahead and actually put it on paper........
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Introduction- Ranjit the phenomena
Ranjit is a phenomenon. He is hardworking, sincere, sharp and a useless bloke. He is a good observant. He can be easily spotted in the evening with a bus conductor of a local bus. No, it’s not a peaceful event, but usually a neck holding affair. He has a knack of irritating the bus conductors and then jumping on them at the first possible opportunity. Yeah, what a quality! I have seen him growing up (5 feet something) literally and often shared bench in our school days. He has an amazing comic timing, but not great sense of occasion. He could crack up at the least wanted locations and this has costed me getting bashed up from many of our school teachers on numerous occasions. From a B-Pharmist to a Network Engineer to an Ayurveda consultant, his knowledge on either of these is not exactly exemplary, but tolerable. He is one of the guys you could rely on during free office hours to chat with and get entertained at the same time. Both of us have big dreams. We often think of getting in to ventures and end up flat within a week or two. When we meet each other, we often end up with the stress of who pays the hotel bills rather than getting in to who is doing what and usually end up agreeing for a TTMM settlement (even today). Ranjit’s hobbies include reading books, surfing net, jogging and irritating people. He takes life as it and rarely bothered about future. Both of us were back-bencher's at school and rarely participated in curricular activities (forget extra curricular). Plenty to come. Stay tuned and for people who don’t know us, you might find this weird and rude, but that’s how we are and wait for Ranjit’s article to come. I have already taken my guard. Cheers!
Introduction
Cross introductions : Ah! that's a new term. This is me Vishal and it is once in a century opportunity to introduce, my friend Ranjit aka Malla aka Bhatalya aka Gufa aka.........
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