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Journey to…
Filed in Experiences, Friends, Random Rants, June 4, 2009, 8:37 pm by AnkitYou see the seeds of this thing were planted as far back as July of 2006 (almost two months before I started this blog). We, my post-grad group, wanted to relive the days of the yore and have fun together again. There were many trips that were planned but died a natural death due to non-feasibility.
The trip that we finally were able to manage was a flying visit to Coorg in 2008 year end. After that trip we had decided that we were a bearable company for each other even after four years and wanted to do an encore. This materialized when I shifted to a new city closer to my friends and we started planning a trip.
I am not aware as to who was the promoter of this plan but the group came up with plan to go to Pondicherry. This got shifted to Lonavala, subsequently the location was changed to Coorg, Panchgani, Gokarna, and finally it was Goa.
It’s become a sort of given as far as I am concerned. Whenever I am going on a trip I am invariably late or rather just in time. My TQM (Total Quality Management) faculty would definitely be pleased if he saw how frequently I use some concepts that he taught. When you have to cover 15kms during rush hour in 15 minutes or less it sort of takes the fun out of thing. My friend, when he dropped me at the auto gave specific instruction to the autowallah that I had to catch that Volvo, anyhow. I was not sure if he was genuinely concerned about me or just wanted to get rid of me, the optimist in me prefers the first option. The autowallah too was somebody who had come straight from Monaco Grand Prix or that he had missed his calling as a dirt race biker. Eitherway his driving made sure that I resumed my not so frequent communication with God, willing him, requesting him to please just let me live. The autowallah’s antics almost made me laugh but I was scared after he shot down my request to stop to buy ‘Slice’ by saying that ‘We don’t have time, we will get late’. How audacious is that?
Couple of frantic calls were made to the travel agency to assure them of my approaching presence, they said they will wait. Finally we reached, only to realize that in my hurry I was trying to check for the wrong bus and that the bus I was supposed to travel by had not even arrived. I paid Schumacher with a 500-Rupee note. He came back with a lashing, “Would I be driving an auto if I had change for that?” I deemed it wise not to answer that question at that time.
There in the darkened street I waited for the bus. This was where I was treated to a cornucopia of smells, a deadly combination of sweat, ammonia, and what not. I am sure the upscale fashion brands have not experienced these else they would have bottled these and marketed as an eccentric fragrance. Waiting for the bus was not as bleak; there was a regular onslaught of myriad people from all over the world, including the fairer sex (wink, wink) which kept me pretty entertained.
The journey was surprisingly uneventful except for the normal tussle that always takes place when you travel in a bus with a stranger. This is when you and your fellow passenger (usually male) fight over space on the shared handrest. Usually in these tussles the length of the tussle for space is inversely proportional to the size of the passengers. The bigger the guy the lesser is the chance of the other guy of raising any questions over space. This time I got a weenie; I wiggled for my space and with a smug smile sat back listening to Steve Martini’s Undue Influence. All the while I was thinking that if this is how the journey has started, good times are ready to roll. I could not have been more wrong!
(Part II to follow in the meanwhile enjoy the view)
Back on track?
Filed in Alternative Medium, June 2, 2009, 8:53 pm by AnkitFor sometime now there is enough buoyancy in the hopes of people in and outside India about the end of recession. There have been number of articles, soundbites, and news.
Some articles talk about India and one of the most promising nation to outbid recession.
Finally we can look forward to ‘Life’s Good’ instead of…
Marriage & Ferris Wheel
Filed in Contributed, Funny, Marriages, Women, May 27, 2009, 11:23 pm by AnkitA husband and wife went to the city fair. The wife wanted to go on the Ferris wheel, but her husband wasn’t comfortable with that, so the wife went on by herself. The wheel went round and round and suddenly the wife was thrown out and landed in a heap at her husband’s feet.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Of course I’m hurt!” she replied. “Three times around and you didn’t wave once!”
India Kicks Ass!
Filed in Technology, , 8:10 pm by AnkitGoogle is a way of life for many of you, I am sure. Have you ever looked at this fantastic data that google spews?
The elliptical circles:
- Blue explains why India still kicks China’s ass in outsourcing
- Green explains why India ranks 24th in Global Hunger Index
- Red explains why India ranks 2nd in population
India still rocks! 
Daddy’s Day At School - II
Filed in Contributed, Performance Appraisal, Santa Claus, , 4:16 pm by Ankit“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away,
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
“And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know,
All about my Daddy,
And how he loves me so.
“He loved to tell me stories,
He taught me to ride my bike,
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
“We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone,
And though you cannot see him,
I’m not standing here alone.
“Cause my Daddy’s always with me,
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart.”
With that, her little hand reached up,
Any lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love,
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd,
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
“I love my Daddy very much,
He’s my shining star,
And if he could, he’d be here,
But Heaven’s just too far.
“You see he is a Soldier,
And died just this past year,
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy,
And taught us to fear.
“But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mother’s amazement,
She witnessed with surprise,
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them?
Who knows what they felt inside?
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
“I know you’re with me, Daddy,”
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed,
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star,
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.
(This is an anonymous work which has been reproduced here.)
Daddy’s Day At School - I
Filed in Contributed, May 25, 2009, 11:59 pm by AnkitHer hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.
But her Mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid,
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all,
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One-by-one the teacher called,
A student from the class,
To introduce their Daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn’t there.
“Where’s her Daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
“She probably doesn’t have one,”
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.”
The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom,
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
Old Guy Wisdom
Filed in Funny, May 8, 2009, 10:50 pm by AnkitVery Interesting as long as you don’t have to experience it.
- I started out with nothing…and I still have most of it.
- When I was young, I would go out and sow my wild oats, then I would pray for a crop failure. But when did my wild oats turn to prunes and all bran?
- I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.
- Funny, I don’t remember being absent minded.
- All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair.
- If all is not lost, where is it?
- It really is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
- The first rule of holes; if you are in one, stop digging.
- I went to school to become a wit, only got halfway through.
- Some days you’re the dog, some days you’re the hydrant.
- A day without sunshine is like a day in Seattle.
- Kids in the back seat cause accidents, accidents in the back seat cause kids.
- It’s not the pace of life that concerns me; it’s the sudden stop at the end.
- It’s hard to make a comeback, when you haven’t been anywhere.
- If God wanted me to touch my toes he would have put them on my knees.
- When you’re finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play chess?
- Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
- Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.
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