Showing posts from 2017

Freedom We Enjoy

First of all a very happy independence day in advance to all of you. Oh you are married, please ignore the first line and read on. We all are lucky to born in a free country and are enjoying the freedom for which our ancestors made many sacrifices. But our contribution is also significant for we have clearly understood the real significance of this freedom. We are no more dependent on any other country or ruler to come and exploit us as we are now self-sufficient in doing that ourselves. Gone are the days when British looted us of our resources and exploited the people of India, we are smart enough to learn their strategy and implement among fellow Indians.  We are even many steps ahead of our past rulers as we have created many barriers ourselves to divide the Indian society in many segments based on caste they belong, economic status, state/city people live in, religion they follow, political party they support and many more. We are in process of developing

Parental Woes

There is no doubt that education in India has evolved drastically. For now they emphasize not only on the kids but parents too. My generation parents are sort of revisiting the educational phase again. The curriculum, the assignments, the activities being followed in schools today are on the terms of creating more Rajnikanths or superheroes per se in the society. I haven’t had any idea that apart from struggling for livelihood, I would also need to cope up with completing my kid’s homework because my kid is not a born artist, or a poet, or an environmentalist and neither am I. It gives me an inferiority complex as I cannot even boast about whatever iota of success I have achieved in my life compared to the burden of all-rounder expectation being carried by my lad at such a tender age. When I look at that heavy school bag which can even put the weight lifters to shame, I don’t even expect him to say “ My papa is strong

The Silent Letters

English is a great language. It has got compassion and credit for everything and tries to respect even unwanted alphabets by giving them the privilege of being “Silent”. These letters don’t have any existence when we utter the respective word but you dare not miss them in spellings while writing due to their inevitable ego. It’s like being in merit list though one keeps on attending the school like a statue without any need to raise hand or answer anything or take any exam. These silent letters do exist metaphorically in real world in form of real people. Have you ever noticed that there are few employees who keep flowing with other employees throughout the year (silently) and suddenly becomes stars in appraisal ratings as if it would be whole wrong without their profound existence! If we consider an Indian orthodox family, these letters remind me of male kids who are there just to enjoy utter freedom to be wherever they want, do whatever they want without any individ

We Know What You Need

Since mobile came into existence, people are really benefited as now the companies dealing in credit cards, personal loans, home loans, policies, ulip, mutual funds etc. can easily follow you and tell you what you need. We get roughly around 10 calls a day wherein we are asked to purchase so and so policy, invest in so and so schemes, and apply for those marvelous credit cards. The whole world is at our feet! So considerate of these companies to take pain, convince us and make us aware of what we need! On the other hand, what we do… many subscribe DND (Do not disturb) and lose all the life changing deals. Few like me play around these callers and make fun.  Few days back I got a call, the lady said “ Sir, do you need a personal loan? We have very good plan for you. ” To which I replied “ Thank god you called, today is my birthday and I forgot my wallet at home. Could you please lend me Rs 2000? I need to throw a small treat at office. ” What really pisses me off is

Rainy Experience

Of all the seasons here in India, rainy season has got its own charm. You might start thinking about couples roaming around, kids playing and splashing water and elders enjoying a cup of tea with pakodas (the local snack) but wait...  If you consider it from the prospect of a working adult the charm amplifies altogether to unimaginable heights on a working day. It starts with the excitement of wrapping all that required in plastic bags and covering yourself with a fashionably dull rain coat and then pursuing the bike to enjoy the scenic weather. While on the way, the vehicles in front of you sprinkles the mud particles as a complimentary mud spa. The sweat flowing under the raincoat washes away all your tension as you keep waving yourself over the helmet visor. The package also includes the wonderful aqua rides in the underpasses filled with aromatic liquid and you get fascinated with boat-like experience on two wheeler. Not to miss is the complete body massage, courte

Shopping with Wife

When I was bachelor, shopping for me was to go to my regular shops (a couple of them), select the stuff which catches my eye, pay and leave within max 15 minutes. And that’s how it still works if I am shopping without my wife. Shopping with the wife has opened my eyes to an analytic, economic, gradual process of scrutinizing the plethora of options available. I am really bedazzled by her knowledge of colors. My shade-card, I could count on my fingers; but her color list needs a hefty hard-drive to store it. There are many colors which I didn’t know and yet can’t pronounce well! While shopping, I act as an assistant as she might ask whether I like the stuff or not. It’s not that she wants to go with my decision. She uses me when she had made the chaos out of the well maintained shelves in the shop and now wants to try (read it as ruin) some other shop for more options. What she does is that she asks me “ What do you think about this stuff? ” while making an uninterested face

Don't Read It!

Ok, so you decided to go on and read. Well this act itself endorses what I am about to share. We are “DO THE DON’T” people.  We explicitly attempt what’s prohibited while thinking “uMMmmmUM ( it’s not ummmmmum , follow the caps for high notes, try it…… yup perfect ), there must be some fun hiding in there…Why should I be refrained?” We read DON’T as “Definitely One Nice Try”  it’s in our genes like while leaving your kids in room alone for a while, you tell them “Don’t touch this, don’t do that” and they are like “uMMmmmUM….let the fun begin”. When we tell them “Don’t spoil your cloths while playing outside” they again think “uMMmmmUM….” Not only kids, the law says “Don’t ride without helmet” and we are like “uMMmmmUM….must be fun” We are the explorers and we look for adventure everywhere. You write “Don’t Stick Bills” and we will dare it out, your advice “Don’t park here” and we will say “hell yes”.  But is it that bad? No, it’s matter of perception and

What is life?

My son came to me and enquired what is life, Though it was a shock for me But I tried to let his info thrive. (Me) Life sometimes is a joyride, Sometimes like walking on knife, Enjoy it with what all you have, Coz there will be a time when you will get your wife. (Son) I don’t agree the way it sound I see you most happy when mom is around, (Me) My son, whatever glitters is not gold, Everything you experience is always 2 fold. (Me) Everybody has his share to suffer And yes you are right I cannot live without her, To keep her happy I ought to pretend Otherwise I’ll face questions to which there will be no end. Balance is the name of the game She is also putting 100% and deserves the fame, (Son) Its getting confusing and nothing is clear (Me) let me ask my father and get back to you dear. (Son) Does that mean you yourself don’t know (Me) It will take time you got to ride slow,

Facebook Explained

I was sitting next to my father when I felt an urge to check my facebook account. My father glanced at it and asked “What is this facebook?” To which I, with a technology expert’s expressions on my face, replied “It’s a technological boon, a platform to get connected to each other” “Oh address book hai..” my father uttered. “No no, it a page where you share whatever is on your mind” I expressed. “And you believe what others write on it? Dear, in past so many years, or so to say, since you are in your senses, have you ever been able to tell your own father about what’s on your mind ? What’s more?”   “Dad, people also post on it when they are travelling/flying from one location to another” “Is it compulsory to post on facebook for completing boarding formalities? Are they getting any discount on flight for that?” I firmly continued “Arre nahi papa, It helps to keep everybody informed..” “Informed of what? When is the right time to plan a theft in

Traffic in Delhi

Commuters in Delhi are not just commuting in their vehicle, it’s a race of pride and honor for them. It’s the time which is governed by adrenaline rush, it’s the time to show one’s mettle while moving on high dose of anger and hatred. We are the fighters on the road with all set to take on in a blink of the eye. I join this race every morning while moving towards my workplace. You dare not overtake any other vehicle as for them it’s a challenge they accept graciously with the motto to leave anyone else behind as you are literally demeaning their driving skills by the act. As soon as one grabs the driving seat, the hatred for the red color lamps is inevitable in their eyes because a warrior knows no boundation. But then have to stop staring fanatically on these red lights with grudge due to presence of law saviors. And it’s worse if the one is not in the front row. The front rowers doesn’t care about when its turning green as it’s the duty of the followers to bring it to h

Theory of Nothing

Nothing, the word confirms emptiness, void, and non-existent premise for any issue or problem. Now imagine a scenario; you come back to home and the wife’s face is expressionless. Though she is helping you out with all the regular chores but no talks, just like a machine. You get suspicious of some blunder and with all the curiosity of your humble existence, you ask “Everything OK? What happened?” Till now world is in place… and then you hear the answer from your wife, just one word…”Nothing” This my friend, and take my words for this, is nothing related to the word itself. Have you ever seen a volcano? It has got a vent; and that vent, for your innocent information, is the meaning of that word. Do I need to tell what lies beneath that vent? Now you are catching up… You might take the word as what you learnt and read in dictionary but that even makes the situation worst because now, even if she is not speaking by herself, anything which her hands touches will make n

You have faced nothing yet

There was a young boy who was brilliant in every field. While studying in a vernacular school, he topped the senior secondary at national level. With all the happiness on his face, he came running to his dad at the evening and announced the news while describing the difficulties he faced and the hard work he deployed. His dad, while sipping his favorite whisky, pointed “Boy, you have faced nothing yet…” The son got puzzled. With more enthusiasm, he cleared the entrance exam of the top ranked engineering institute with flying colors. Again at the evening when his father arrived and settled with his drink in the hand, the son announced it to him with elaboration of how difficult it is. His dad, with no change of expression on his face, remarked “Boy, you have faced nothing yet...” and continued with his drink. Taking his father’s words as nothing but the sheer motivation, he topped the engineering too and got placed in an esteemed IT firm. Yet again, at the evening while his fa

The unsung heroes

Today we will talk about a breed which is the highly unnoticed, a breed which is so naïve to claim its existence, a breed which is being tossed between the 2 counterpart breeds but can’t even raise a voice due to respect and love for both, a breed full of ears and no say…. “Husband”. This breed comes with a debugger attached to it; according to whom this breed cannot do a single damn thing right never ever, never ever never and no prize for guessing, this debugger is called “Wife”. The debugger detects error in happy-time, sad-time, speaking-time, mute-time or so to say X-time. Name what you could imagine husband doing and there will be a set of n errors with optimum, well documented and glorified documentation. What this debugger hates (or rather enjoys) most is the TV-time. She floods a set of instructions at that time only, even knowing that husband is in pseudo listening mode. The poor husband isn’t aware of this and thinks that he is playing the game proficiently while