This morning as I attended mass, the readings in the Gospel read as follows:
Point 1
Do not worry about tomorrow
For tomorrow will take care of itself
Today has enough problems of its own.
Point 2
Believe in the Lord.
Once you do so, you can entrust all your problems in his hand and leave it to him to make things right.
So wish me all the very best for the year ahead.
I really need your blessings to be showered upon me.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
CONFIDENCE:
Once all village people decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all people gathered and only one boy came with an umbrella....
That's Confidence..
TRUST:
Trust should be like the feeling of a one year old baby when you throw him in the air; he laughs.....because he knows you will catch him....
That's Trust..
HOPE:
Every night we go to bed, we have no assurance to get up alive in the next morning but still we have plans for the coming day....
That's Hope..
KEEP CONFIDENCE…!! TRUST OTHERS…..!! NEVER LOSE HOPE……!!
Once all village people decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all people gathered and only one boy came with an umbrella....
That's Confidence..
TRUST:
Trust should be like the feeling of a one year old baby when you throw him in the air; he laughs.....because he knows you will catch him....
That's Trust..
HOPE:
Every night we go to bed, we have no assurance to get up alive in the next morning but still we have plans for the coming day....
That's Hope..
KEEP CONFIDENCE…!! TRUST OTHERS…..!! NEVER LOSE HOPE……!!
Celebration means......
Celebration means......
Four friends.
Bahar barsaat.
Four glasses of beer.
Celebration means......
Hundred bucks of petrol.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.
Celebration means......
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.
Celebration means......
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.
Celebration means......
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.
Celebration means......
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
You can spend Hundreds on birthdays, Thousands on festivals, Lakhs on weddings, but to celebrate,all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.
Keep in touch with your loved ones...
Four friends.
Bahar barsaat.
Four glasses of beer.
Celebration means......
Hundred bucks of petrol.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.
Celebration means......
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.
Celebration means......
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.
Celebration means......
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.
Celebration means......
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
You can spend Hundreds on birthdays, Thousands on festivals, Lakhs on weddings, but to celebrate,all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.
Keep in touch with your loved ones...
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Old man Donald had a farm
As you are aware the Shrek Scheme was on for a month at Mac Donalds.
Well! I am a Shrek fan and searched hi and lo for Shrek. I asked my friends to visit Mac Donalds and order for only happy meals. In spite of which, all I succeeded in achieving was Fiona, Baby Shrek and Puss in Boots. I was even made the butt of jokes in the office for my crazy approach towards the Shrek toys
But Mac Donalds did not think me crazy when I put in my request and the very next day sent a courier to my office with no cost involved.
Three Cheers to Mac Donalds for their immediate reply to my email, their speedy delivery and the best birthday gift this year.
Hip Hip Hooray
Hip Hip Hooray
Hip Hip Hooray
Well! I am a Shrek fan and searched hi and lo for Shrek. I asked my friends to visit Mac Donalds and order for only happy meals. In spite of which, all I succeeded in achieving was Fiona, Baby Shrek and Puss in Boots. I was even made the butt of jokes in the office for my crazy approach towards the Shrek toys
But Mac Donalds did not think me crazy when I put in my request and the very next day sent a courier to my office with no cost involved.
Three Cheers to Mac Donalds for their immediate reply to my email, their speedy delivery and the best birthday gift this year.
Hip Hip Hooray
Hip Hip Hooray
Hip Hip Hooray
Only you can save your marriage......
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!"
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt love her anymore..I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever?
She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car,property , the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!"
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt love her anymore..I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever?
She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car,property , the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
HOW TO IDENTIFY DIFFERENT CITIES OF INDIA
Scenario 1
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, then a fourth and they start arguing about who's right.
You are in Kolkata
Scenario 2
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, sees them and walks on.
That's "Amchi Mumbai"...busy place dude...
Scenario 3
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along & tries to make peace... The first two get together & beat him up.
That's Delhi
Scenario 4
Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A guy comes along and quietly opens
a chai-stall
That's Ahmedabad .
Scenario 5
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes he writes a software program to stop the fight. But the fight doesn't stop b'cos of a bug in the program.
That's Bangalore.
Scenario 6
Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A Guy comes along and quietly says that "AMMA" doesn't Like all this nonsense. Peace comes in.
That's Chennai.
Scenario 7
Two guys are fighting. Both of them take time out and call their friends on their mobiles Now 50 guys are fighting.
You are DEFINITELY IN PUNJAB!!!
Scenario 8
Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes along with a carton of beer. All sit together drinking beer and abusing each other and all go home as friends.
You are in Goa.
Scenario 9
Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes and resolve their fight with the help of others passing over their.
You are in the Heart of India(M.P).
And the best one is here…………………
Scenario 10
Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes from nearby house. And says" aamchya gharasamor bhandu naka, dusarikade jaun bhanda ( dont fight in front of my place, go somewhere else and keep fighting)".
That's Pune for sure!!!
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, then a fourth and they start arguing about who's right.
You are in Kolkata
Scenario 2
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along, sees them and walks on.
That's "Amchi Mumbai"...busy place dude...
Scenario 3
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes along & tries to make peace... The first two get together & beat him up.
That's Delhi
Scenario 4
Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A guy comes along and quietly opens
a chai-stall
That's Ahmedabad .
Scenario 5
Two guys are fighting and a third guy comes he writes a software program to stop the fight. But the fight doesn't stop b'cos of a bug in the program.
That's Bangalore.
Scenario 6
Two guys are fighting. A crowd gathers to watch. A Guy comes along and quietly says that "AMMA" doesn't Like all this nonsense. Peace comes in.
That's Chennai.
Scenario 7
Two guys are fighting. Both of them take time out and call their friends on their mobiles Now 50 guys are fighting.
You are DEFINITELY IN PUNJAB!!!
Scenario 8
Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes along with a carton of beer. All sit together drinking beer and abusing each other and all go home as friends.
You are in Goa.
Scenario 9
Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes and resolve their fight with the help of others passing over their.
You are in the Heart of India(M.P).
And the best one is here…………………
Scenario 10
Two guys are fighting. Third guy comes from nearby house. And says" aamchya gharasamor bhandu naka, dusarikade jaun bhanda ( dont fight in front of my place, go somewhere else and keep fighting)".
That's Pune for sure!!!
MARRIAGE!!
Before the marriage:
He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.
She: Do you want me to leave?
He: NO! Don't even think about it.
She: Do you love me?
He: Of course!
She: Have you ever cheated on me?
He: NO! Why you even asking?
She: Will you kiss me?
He: Yes!
She: Will you hit me?
He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!
She: Can I trust you?
He: Yes.
Now after the marriage
you can read it from below to up !!!!
He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.
She: Do you want me to leave?
He: NO! Don't even think about it.
She: Do you love me?
He: Of course!
She: Have you ever cheated on me?
He: NO! Why you even asking?
She: Will you kiss me?
He: Yes!
She: Will you hit me?
He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!
She: Can I trust you?
He: Yes.
Now after the marriage
you can read it from below to up !!!!
Family Problems
Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot. The Indian man said to the American, I have hell lot of family problems. "You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once." We call this arranged marriage.
I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love... I told them that openly and now have to face a family problem. We have a system of arrange marriage which creates hell lot of family problems. Good that you have a system of love marriage.
"The American said, Talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story.I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.
Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson.
Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.
And you say you have family problems..
I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love... I told them that openly and now have to face a family problem. We have a system of arrange marriage which creates hell lot of family problems. Good that you have a system of love marriage.
"The American said, Talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story.I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.
Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson.
Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.
And you say you have family problems..
B_O_M_B_A_Y
· Bombay has no bombs and is a harbour not a bay.
· Churchgate has neither a church nor a gate. It is a railway station.
· There is no darkness in Andheri.
· Lalbaag is neither red nor a garden.
· No king ever stayed at Kings Circle.
· Nor did Queen Victoria stay at Victoria Terminus.
· Nor is there any princess at Princess Street.
· Lower Parel is at the same level as Parel
· There are no marines or sailors at Marine Lines.
· The Mahalaxmi temple is at Haji Ali not at Mahalaxmi.
· There are no pigs traded at Dukar bazaar.
· Teen bati is a junction of 3 roads, not three lamps.
· Trams used to terminate at Kings circle not Dadar* Tram Terminus (Dadar T.T.).
· Breach Candy is not a sweetmeat market, but there is a Hospital.
· Safed Pool has the dirtiest and blackest water.
· You cannot buy coal at Kolsa street.
· There are no Iron smiths at Lohar chawl.
· There are no pot makers at Kumbhar wada.
· Lokhandwala complex is not an Iron and steel market.
· Null bazaar does not sell taps.
· You will not find ladyfingers at Bheendi Bazaar.
· Kalachowki does not have a black Police station.
· Hanging Gardens are not suspended.
· Mirchi Gully does not sell chillies.
· Figs do not grow in Anjir Wadi.
· Sitafals do not grow in Sitafal Wadi,
· Jackfruits do not grow at Fanaswadi.
· But it is true that you may get fleeced at Chor Bazaar!
THINGS TO PROVE YOU'RE A BOMBAYITE
1. You say "town " and expect everyone to know that this means south of Churchgate.
2 You speak in a dialect of Hindi called 'Bambaiya Hindi', which only Bombayites can understand.
3. Your door has more than three locks.
4. Rs 500 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
5. Train timings (9.27, 10.49 etc) are really important events of life.
6. You spend more time each month traveling than you spend at home.
7. You call an 8' x 10' clustered room a Hall.
8. You're paying Rs 10,000 for a 1 room flat, the size of walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."
9. You have the following sets of friend: school friends, college friends, neighborhood friends, office friends and yes, train friends, a species unique only in Bombay .
10. Cabbies and bus conductors think you are from Mars if you call the roads by their Indian name. They are more familiar with Warden Road, Peddar  Road, Altamount Road.
11. Stock market quotes are the only other thing* besides cricket which you follow passionately.
12. The first thing that you read in the Times of India is the " Bombay Times" supplement.
13. You take fashion seriously.
14. You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
15. Hookers, beggars and the homeless are invisible.
16. You compare Bombay to New York's Manhattan instead of any other cities of India .
17. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
18. You insist on calling CST as VT, and Sahar and Santacruz airports instead of Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport.
19. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
20. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.
21. Being truly alone makes you nervous.
22. You love wading through knee deep mucky water in the monsoons, and actually call it ''romantic'.
23. Only in Bombay, you would get Chinese Dosa and Jain Chicken.
· Churchgate has neither a church nor a gate. It is a railway station.
· There is no darkness in Andheri.
· Lalbaag is neither red nor a garden.
· No king ever stayed at Kings Circle.
· Nor did Queen Victoria stay at Victoria Terminus.
· Nor is there any princess at Princess Street.
· Lower Parel is at the same level as Parel
· There are no marines or sailors at Marine Lines.
· The Mahalaxmi temple is at Haji Ali not at Mahalaxmi.
· There are no pigs traded at Dukar bazaar.
· Teen bati is a junction of 3 roads, not three lamps.
· Trams used to terminate at Kings circle not Dadar* Tram Terminus (Dadar T.T.).
· Breach Candy is not a sweetmeat market, but there is a Hospital.
· Safed Pool has the dirtiest and blackest water.
· You cannot buy coal at Kolsa street.
· There are no Iron smiths at Lohar chawl.
· There are no pot makers at Kumbhar wada.
· Lokhandwala complex is not an Iron and steel market.
· Null bazaar does not sell taps.
· You will not find ladyfingers at Bheendi Bazaar.
· Kalachowki does not have a black Police station.
· Hanging Gardens are not suspended.
· Mirchi Gully does not sell chillies.
· Figs do not grow in Anjir Wadi.
· Sitafals do not grow in Sitafal Wadi,
· Jackfruits do not grow at Fanaswadi.
· But it is true that you may get fleeced at Chor Bazaar!
THINGS TO PROVE YOU'RE A BOMBAYITE
1. You say "town " and expect everyone to know that this means south of Churchgate.
2 You speak in a dialect of Hindi called 'Bambaiya Hindi', which only Bombayites can understand.
3. Your door has more than three locks.
4. Rs 500 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
5. Train timings (9.27, 10.49 etc) are really important events of life.
6. You spend more time each month traveling than you spend at home.
7. You call an 8' x 10' clustered room a Hall.
8. You're paying Rs 10,000 for a 1 room flat, the size of walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."
9. You have the following sets of friend: school friends, college friends, neighborhood friends, office friends and yes, train friends, a species unique only in Bombay .
10. Cabbies and bus conductors think you are from Mars if you call the roads by their Indian name. They are more familiar with Warden Road, Peddar  Road, Altamount Road.
11. Stock market quotes are the only other thing* besides cricket which you follow passionately.
12. The first thing that you read in the Times of India is the " Bombay Times" supplement.
13. You take fashion seriously.
14. You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
15. Hookers, beggars and the homeless are invisible.
16. You compare Bombay to New York's Manhattan instead of any other cities of India .
17. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
18. You insist on calling CST as VT, and Sahar and Santacruz airports instead of Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport.
19. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
20. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.
21. Being truly alone makes you nervous.
22. You love wading through knee deep mucky water in the monsoons, and actually call it ''romantic'.
23. Only in Bombay, you would get Chinese Dosa and Jain Chicken.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Its Movie Time Again
Come May end and June 1st week and the blockbuster movies are pouring in
The last 2 movies I saw on big screen were Cheeni Kum and Life in a Metro.
Also in line are Shrek 3 and Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and a host of hindi comedies. Will watch these shortly
Both Cheeni Kum and Life in a Metro are realistic movies.
Life in a Metro speaks about Urban life and relationships. The fights between Kay Kay Menon and Shilpa Shetty are so realistic. It immediately reminded me of dan and me, although we are not married yet.
Work life gets so tiring and boring after some time and yes the word MONEY!!! It makes us all nuts. People will go to any level to get a promotion with a huge increment. If you are one of these, then surely you will identify with the actors on screen and it will also make you realise what your spouse goes through. A movie worth watching for those living in urban India and for those whose work / social life is on the fast track.
Cheeni Kum is a bit of a slow paced movie. The scenes could have happened in just about 3 days. I was able to relate to this movie as Paresh Raval is like my dad and Amitabh Bachan like Dan. But no! I am not Tabu.
I wish I were her.
This movie is a must watch for all those who are on the threshold of love and who's partner is not been accepted by their parents. To bring your parents around, I suggest you take them along with you for the movie.
Through this movie, the Lowe ads come out as well (ICICI - US AID, Bindaas Bol and ICICI Prudential Life Insurance - Jeetey Raho)
Both movies R WORTH WATCHING..(not with your partner, though)
The last 2 movies I saw on big screen were Cheeni Kum and Life in a Metro.
Also in line are Shrek 3 and Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and a host of hindi comedies. Will watch these shortly
Both Cheeni Kum and Life in a Metro are realistic movies.
Life in a Metro speaks about Urban life and relationships. The fights between Kay Kay Menon and Shilpa Shetty are so realistic. It immediately reminded me of dan and me, although we are not married yet.
Work life gets so tiring and boring after some time and yes the word MONEY!!! It makes us all nuts. People will go to any level to get a promotion with a huge increment. If you are one of these, then surely you will identify with the actors on screen and it will also make you realise what your spouse goes through. A movie worth watching for those living in urban India and for those whose work / social life is on the fast track.
Cheeni Kum is a bit of a slow paced movie. The scenes could have happened in just about 3 days. I was able to relate to this movie as Paresh Raval is like my dad and Amitabh Bachan like Dan. But no! I am not Tabu.
I wish I were her.
This movie is a must watch for all those who are on the threshold of love and who's partner is not been accepted by their parents. To bring your parents around, I suggest you take them along with you for the movie.
Through this movie, the Lowe ads come out as well (ICICI - US AID, Bindaas Bol and ICICI Prudential Life Insurance - Jeetey Raho)
Both movies R WORTH WATCHING..(not with your partner, though)
Eye Care "20-20-20"
This info' is sure to help PC users very much. I thought I'd share it with you.
Step I :-
After every 20 minutes of looking into the computer screen, turn your head and try to look at any object placed at least 20 feet away. This changes the focal length of your eyes, a must-do for the tired eyes.
Step II :-
Try and blink your eyes for 20 times in succession, to moisten them.
Step III :-
Time permitting of course, one should walk 20 paces after every 20 minutes of sitting in one particular posture. Helps blood circulation for the entire body.
I think we should all do this.
Step I :-
After every 20 minutes of looking into the computer screen, turn your head and try to look at any object placed at least 20 feet away. This changes the focal length of your eyes, a must-do for the tired eyes.
Step II :-
Try and blink your eyes for 20 times in succession, to moisten them.
Step III :-
Time permitting of course, one should walk 20 paces after every 20 minutes of sitting in one particular posture. Helps blood circulation for the entire body.
I think we should all do this.
Mean Moms
Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, "I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough MEAN MOMS!
I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, "I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it."
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough MEAN MOMS!
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