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Sunday, September 11, 2011

History of Gujarat

# Duration History
1 BC. 2500 - 1500 Lothal, Harappa, Mohenjo daro
2 BC. 322 - 298 Mauryan dynasty
3 130 - 390 Saka era
4 400 - 470 Gupta empires
5 470 - 788 Maitraka dynasty
6 470 Bhatarka rule in Saurashtra
7 788 Start of Maitraka rule after Shiladitya Seventh
8 750 - 972 The Gurjars had their sway over the north, the Chalukyas ruled the south
9 880 - 942 Chavdas held their sway over parts of north Gujarat - Patan
10 942 - 997 Mulraj Solanki
11 942 - 1244 Solanki dynasty
12 1094 - 1143 Sidhraj Jayasinh (Solanki king)
13 1143 - 1174 Kumarpala (Solanki king)
14 1244 - 1299 Vaghela dynasty 
Allauddin Khilji
Karandev of the Vaghela dynasty was the last Hindu ruler of Gujarat. He was defeated and overthrown by the superior forces of Allauddin Khilji from Delhi in 1297. With his defeat Gujarat not only became part of the Muslim empire but the Gurjar Rajput hold over Gujarat lost for ever.
16 1200 - 1405 Under Delhi's viceroyalty
17 1407 - 1572 Independent Sultanate of Gujarat
Ahmed Shah Firsth
Ahmed Shah founded a new city, following a dream, on the banks of the River Sabarmati and named it Ahmedabad after his own name
19 1458 - 1511 Mahmud Shah, popularly known as Mahmud Begada, succeeded Ahmed Shah
20 1572 - 1752 Mughal Emperor
21 1753 - 1818 Maratha Empire
22 1820 - 1947 British colonial rule
23 1947 - 1956 After Indian independence and the Partition of India in 1947, the new Indian government grouped the former princely states of Gujarat into three larger units; Saurashtra, which included the former princely states on the Kathiawar peninsula, Kutch, and Bombay state
24 1956 - 1960 Bombay state was enlarged to include Kutch, Saurashtra, and parts of Hyderabad state and Madhya Pradesh in central India. The new state had a mostly Gujarati-speaking north and a Marathi-speaking south.
25 1960 Bombay state was enlarged to include Kutch, Saurashtra, and parts of Hyderabad state and Madhya Pradesh in central India. The new state had a mostly Gujarati-speaking north and a Marathi-speaking south.

Source: Information Center, Lal Darwaza, Ahmedabad

Friday, July 31, 2009

Rakhi Ka Swayamvar

Finally, I am starting my second innings here.

The reason of my comeback is Rakhi, the great drama queen ‘Rakhi Sawant’. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a Rakhi fan or something. Actually my friend Anuj suggested me to watch Rakhi Ka Swayamvar last week. I was like pagal hai kya? Mere paas aur kuchh kaam nahi hai jo mai TV mai Rakhi dekhunga! He convinced me by reminding the drama she made in the big boss. I started googling about the show before watching it. I was surprised to know that Rakhi Ka Swayamvar opened at 4.1 TRP, which is much above other Indian television shows. Rakhi Ka Swayamvar was viewed by over 28 million viewers across the country in the first week of launch. The show has also shown its wide reach, appealing to audiences across all age groups and geographies.

But let me warn you guys, you need to have the talent of enjoying this show. Not everyone can appreciate Rakhi :P. Here are my observations…

The show starts with...
“Muje jeendgi mai jo bhi mila hai, television se mila hai.
Ab muje talash hai, sachhe pyar ki, aur woh bhi television se hi milega.
Mai shaadi ka joda pahnugi, haatho mai mahendi rachaungi.
Fir ek safed ghodi pe beth kar, ek raaj kumar aayega.
Aur mere wahi mahendi wale haath, chum kar kahega I love you
Ye ke reality show nahi meri life hai life
Kyo ki mai dhundh rahi hu apna life partner, jee han shaadi karne wali hu mai
Sirf imagine par, agar aap mai hai woh baat, to le jaiye mera haath.. :)”
oy yar Rakhi, ek tu hi hai jo TV pe shadi karne ke liye soch sakti hai.

I was thinking ki yar Rakhi se shaadi karne ke liye kon jayega? But to my surprise, there were many guys (common what is wrong with you guys!!!) dying to marry her, and after some elimination rounds 16 guys were selected for the Swayamwar.

Just like another reality shows all the contestants (yeah that’s what they call them, they are competing for a big prize named Rakhi!!!) had to perform some tasks. Tasks including walking on the fire, dancing, singing, going to group date (lol), writing lover letter and some other challenging tasks. I just can’t digest it, performing some task as a contestant to marry a girl!!! I guess that would be the last thing on the earth I will do.

Alright coming back to Rakhi, in her interviews to answer the question “Aapko kaisa ladka chahiye?” She replied “Bilkul confident ho meri tarah, duniya se lade, samna karne ki takat ho (bodyguard chahiye kya???) 6 pack na ho chalega but badi tummy bhi nahi honi chahiye. Fit ho bilkul army man ki tarah. Dimag ho, Talent ho, etc etc”
Yar muje ek baat batao, agar itna sab kuchh hoga bande mai to woh fir tere se shaadi kyo karega ??

Some more from her interview, jab S maata ka swamwar ho sakta hai.. une Ram mil sakta hai tu muje kyo nahi mil sakta. (Kyo ki woh S thi and tum Rakhi). Muje yakin hai ki muje Ram na mile par Shyam to jaroor mil jayega. (Ha Ramlaal to jaroor mil hi jayenge).

Talking about the contestants. Sab ek se badh kar ek hai… koi body builder to koi filmy ashiq, Koi shadi shudha to koi girlfriend wala, Koi police wala to ko businessman. Even there was a software engineer also (yar I know techie ki life mai bahut lafde hote hai but itne bhi nahi ki Rakhi se shaadi karni pade!!!)

Some cheesy dialogues from the show…
Rakhi: Udna chahti hu mai, Fly karna chahti hu mai.
The Guy: Chalo mai tumhare pankh ban jata hu.
Rakhi’s bro (yeah they have come up with Rakhi’s bro as well): Kitna kamate ho?
The Guy: Utna ki rakhi ka guzara kar saku. (Bete ye bahut pahunchi huyi cheez hai aise hi guzara nahi ho sakta)
The Guy greeting Rakhi: Aaja mera baccha!!
Rakhi: Packing ho gai?
The Guy: Ha kapde pack kar liya aur bhi bahut kuchh.. bahut sari yadain...

Apni Rakhi bhi kam nahi hai… Usko har kisi se pyar ho gaya… sab se deep feelings ho gaye. “Ab nahi kar sakti mai. Yaha ek ek kar ke sare dulhe jaa rahe hai. Koi muje puchho kya feel hota hai. Kitna dard hota hai” yar Rakhi India mai I guess tum ek se jyada ladko se shaadi to nahi kar paogi… fir ye drama kyo? But she is really a drama queen, in some other occasion she was justifying her image. “Mai modern hu, bold hu, item girl hu, chhote kapde pahnti hu par apni limits cross nahi karti” Limits!!! Do you know what does that mean?
Sab ladko ke mom dad ko in laws bolna, sabko bolna ki mai aapse pyar karne lagi hu. Mera dulha… too much yar…

After meeting one of the families, Itna achha laga.. jis tarah se mamma ne muje itni badi smile ke saath aarti uteri. halwa khilaya, tika lagaya, flowers diye, gift diya. (I am really confused Rakhi, Kis cheez se itna khush ho gai tum? Halwe se, tike se, flowers se ki gift se? ya fir family ko milke?)

Muje sab khana banana aata hai (koi na bhi puchhe to bahi ) aur uske baad jaise explain kiya, sab ki samaj mai aa gaya ki kitna aata hai. Bechari chup nahi rah sakti na wahi problem hai, samaj mai nahi aata kitna bolna chahiye and fir galat bol jati hai.

Manas ko dekh ke muje laga ki woh muje protect kar sakta hai, meri dhaal ban sakta hai. (fir se tum bodyguard wale gun dekhne lagi!! Rakhi tumhe shaadi karni hai bodyguard nahi chahiye) Jis tarah se who pissed off huye... gussa kiye... n then a big I-love-him-so-much-smile. Manas ko gussa aaya... muje itna achha laga... ki manas ne stand uthaya... Ek waqt tha jab mere liye koi khada nahi rahta tha... aaj ek waqt hai ke mere liye sab khade rahte hai. Mere saath ek chhoti si galat cheez huyi... uske liye baat kar rahe hai...jagda kar rahe hai... ek achhi cheez ke liye lad rahe hai... (yar aaj bhi wahi waqt hai, bas show hai logo ko publicity mil rahi hai is liye sab tere stand le rahe hai)

In one of the interview she told that her favorite color is Black and Red. But when a guy came in Blue color, she was like. Aapne blue color ka shire pahna hai, mera favorite hai and again the I-love-him-so-much-smile. (yar tum kya bande ke shirt ke color se apna favorite color decide karti ho???)

Ab jaha pe rakhi ho and Kiss controversy na ho aisa chalega kya???
Is show mai bhi kiss controversy huyi… A guy called Love tried kissing her (this time not on her lips though) and it made a big controversy. Though Rakhi liked it but there was a huge pressure from other contestants. Agar Love kiss kar sakta hai to hum bhi kar sakte hai (yar nobody has doubt on anybody’s kissing abilities. Relax!!!) Agar woh next round se bahar nahi hota hai to hum chale jayenga… Finally Rakhi ne show ki thodi kadar karte huye ek statement diya… “Love ne bhi achha nahi kiya. Aap ek ladki se saath dance kar rahe hai jo aapki hone wali biwi hai... aap aisa nahi kar sakte” And she eliminated that guy.

Also looks like there is another controversy on her way.
It seems an FIR has been filed against Rakhi for stealing the concept of a marriage-based TV reality show from a private portal!!
When there is so much happening in the show, Fem, who sponsored the show, tried to advertise their products. Dekho koi kitni gatiya ad bana sakta hai… Once Rakhi says, sundar ban jau? kitni der lagegi? 15 minutes. Fem lagadu, bleach kardu. But I guess it is working. People do notice the ad and do remember that.

As per the show information on net - “When the show reaches its grand finale time and Rakhi finally gets down to making her final choice amongst the last remaining contestants, the makers of the show will be giving the contestants an option of either choosing big money or Rakhi. The guys will opt for the money bag over Rakhi.”

I am bit curious, jo bhi finalist hoga who paisa lega ki Rakhi??? Agar shadi hoti hai to kab tak chalegi? Kya Rakhi Finalist se shaadi karegi? Jaan ne ke liye dekhte rahiye “Rakhi Ka Swayamvar”

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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

The Dark side of ragging

Sadist minds: The untold stories of campus horror

Indu Antos, promising student and a keen violinist, painter and poet, was 16 when she died after being ragged in her college in August 1998.
Nine years have gone by and Indu’s parents haven’t got justice against people who had harassed and traumatized her. Indu’s father C L Antos was a management consultant but now all his time is spent fighting in courts and her mother is still in shock. Indu Villa in Chalakudy town of Kerala is still in mourning.
Indu studied in the Class XI in Mumbai's prestigious Sophiya College. Her parents got a call on August 4, 1998 that their daughter had died after falling off the third floor of the college hostel.

Indu had been in the college for 14 days but in that short period she had written home that she was being abused and harassed by her seniors every day. C L Antos says Indu’s letters mention that she was forced to dance naked, smoke, take drugs and take part in “sexual perversions”.

“She complained and on her behalf I took up this matter with the authorities twice or thrice. That was a mistake. After I complained, Indu was summoned in front of the principal. The people Indu had accused—Melissa and company—of ragging threatened her. That day Indu called me and said she was ready to leave the college,” says C L Antos.
Indu last called home on August 3 and a day later she was dead. Sophia College, which has the backing of the Church, said it was a suicide but an autopsy confirmed she had 27 injuries before death.

Indu’s diary says Melissa D’Souza, a final year B.Sc. student, and Greta Collasco, a Class XII student, had ragged her. The High Court accepted as Indu’s diary as her dying declaration but that didn’t lead to arrests. C L Antos’s only victory was that the court ruled that Indu was murdered.

“Society has made us orphans; Sophia College has made me an orphan. She was the light of my family and now she is gone,” says C L Antos.

Ragging begins in schools
Sridhar would have understood the Antos family’s tragedy if he hadn’t lost his sanity after being savagely beaten and thrown off a train by school bullies.
Sridhar, 22, was a Class X student of the National School in Tambaram, Chennai, five years ago. He abruptly stopped going to school one day and would lock himself up in his room and not talk to anyone.

He left home after lunch one day and was found hours later in a hospital with a hand cut off. It was then that his family came to know that Sridhar had stopped school because he feared bullies who ragged him every day.
The day he was found in the hospital the school bullies had caught him near a railway station and beat him up after pulling him inside a train. When the train started moving, the bullies threw him out and Sridhar fell on the tracks unconscious.
Thirty minutes later Sridhar woke up to find his hand ripped off and a train speeding towards him. He was bleeding but managed to pick himself and walk to a station.

Doctors later found that he had lost hearing in one ear too.
Sridhar lost his mind after that day. A promising young man now mumbles: "I don't like my name; Manoj is my name. Tamil has destroyed me—Spanish, Italian all good. They laugh at Tamil” and keeps asking his grandmother what happened to his arm.
Any mention of school or books gets him agitated. "I don't want to go to school, don't like it," he says.

Sridhar’s tormentors fled Chennai after that day and the police has now closed the file. His grandparents, who look after him, are old and unaware that their grandson is severely traumatised.

Indu and Sridhar’s tormentors were young but psychologists have long warned that ragging or vindictive behaviour is becoming common in schools.
“There is no age for this. We have got cases where the ragger was eight,” says psychologist Aruna Broota.

Don’t crib, don’t snitch School or college, obscure institute or prestigious IITs and IIMs, ragging has become a norm. In 2003, over a hundred new students or ‘freshers’ were stripped naked and paraded in the corridors of IIT Delhi’s Kumaon Hostel.
Broota says ragging has taken on a “sexual connotation” and a “pathological connotation. “You are trying to torture somebody by forcing him to undress, pulling his private parts—you are trying to ridicule somebody and you absolutely enjoying torturing.”

P M Bhandari, the director of Samrat Ashok Technological Institute (SATI) in Vidisha, Madhya Pradesh, says ragging creates a revenge mentality among victims. “Once a student is harassed he tries to get revenge in later years,” says Bhandari.
Rajendra Nikunj could tell Bhandari a lot more about ragging: he was a student in his college and was harassed and tortured for six months.
Nikunj, who lives in Bhopal, almost went insane and it took him three years to recover from the trauma. “They used to forcibly take us in the rooms and beat us,” says Nikunj, who hinted he was molestation too.

Nikunj’s father, Ran Mohan Ram, admits he knew his son was being tortured but asked him to continue at the college for a better career. “I kept telling him to do whatever they asked him to. After all his future was at stake,” says Ram.
Nikunj was in psychiatric care for over two years and changed college after recovering. “I wish that in future no student faces or suffers what I had to go through,” he says.

The Madhya Pradesh Human Rights Commission ordered a probe into the case, but Nikunj and his father gave written statements to the enquiry denying any incident of ragging. Ram says he doesn’t want his son's trauma to play out in public.
And its not just parents, even students are wary of reporting ragging cases. Akshay, an undergraduate student, too believes that one must not snitch.
“If you do that, for the next few years you will be known as a person who snitched. I think your self-esteem and respect in the college—all of it—would go for a six. There is a social stigma to complaining about ragging,” says Akshay.
It’s no excuse Hostel space is considered to be a completely private domain. The biggest mistake a fresher can make is to complain to authorities, like the warden or the principal, who are considered outsiders.

Ragging cases are increasing because of this don’t-snitch mentality. Andhra Pradesh has reported the highest number of ragging cases (23) in the last years out: 21 cases were made public a landmark Supreme Court ruling on ragging in 2001. In UP, 21 out of 22 cases have come in the last six years. In West Bengal 19 ragging cases have been reported after the 2001 ruling.

The common excuse for ragging is that it helps break the ice between students but that argument is now considered indefensible and the Supreme Court has forbade the practice.

Some campuses now ‘break the ice’ between students through induction programmes and counselling. IIT Kanpur has a proactive induction programme that makes new students feel at home, not humiliated.

IIT Kanpur’s programme ensures a zero-ragging environment and asks seniors to be friends and mentors to new students. But such peer interaction is rare in other institutes. The Supreme Court’s ruling holds institutions accountable for ragging, so though colleges may warn students there is no guarantee that trouble-makers will be kept at bay.

T Bhaskar Rao, president of the Sri Lok Bandhu Educational Society, says his educational institutes are very serious against ragging and have committees to keep a watch. Rajendra, 18, wishes Rao had been as sincere last year. Rajendra joined a course in the Thandra Paparaya Engineering College, which is run by the Rao’s society, in Vijaynagaram in 2005.

Nine days later, Rajendra’s life was ruined. Drunken seniors took on Rajendra, angry that he had not turned up for a ragging session. An ugly fight started and Rajendra slipped off the roof and fell on high-voltage power cables. He lost a hand and damaged a leg.

The incident occurred five yrs after the SC judgment and three years after his own college had constituted an anti-ragging committee. “When I was in hospital some parents told me how they lost their children due to ragging. Seniors cut off a student’s ears. Many families were too poor to do any thing against culprits,” says Rajendra, who has now left the engineering college.
Ragging hasn’t defeated Rajendra though. “I've lost my hand and I have a damaged leg but I have decided to cope with the situation. Everybody has 100 percent but I've only 50 percent. But I will continue to utilise that 50 percent and aim for 100 percent,” he says.

People say ragging is harmless fun—it wasn’t for Indu, Sridhar and Rajendra.

Monday, July 23, 2007

A DESI in a DownTown

Hi there :)

I am back with a brand new blog … I am going to write about how a “Desi” (An Indian in other countries) feels after going to a downtown.

Actually, the story starts back at home only. As most of the airlines allow 23 + 23 + 8 = 54 Kg of luggage, which is more than enough for a person, a desi makes some strategies to take excess luggage. Here are some the tricks he uses. He puts around 24-25 kg in each bag, most of the time air line people do not crib about 2-3 extra kg and then in hand bags he puts as much as he can. Ya desis put15 Kg in hand bag as it is not being weighed anywhere. Desi carries a laptop bag also and puts some extra 2 kg in that and carries some heavy books in hand. That’s not all; some of them wear the heaviest cloths and sometimes 2-3 pants or shirts to reduce the baggage weight. As if in US/UK/CANADA they don't have cloths, they don't wear it that is all together a different topic :)

Okay this was about the pre-flying preparation. In flight he makes full use of the free lunch / dinner and beverages given by Air lines, even though he doesn't feel like having it, aakhir paise jo vasul karne hai :P. And you won’t belive it, he steals the welcome kit and headphones from the seats around also. Only a desi can do that right?

Once he arrives at the U S of A (or any foreign country for that matter) his convert-o-meter starts. 1 USD = 40 INR hmm. The trolley is for 3 USD that means 120 INR, no ways he is not going to take it; he will carry all the luggage on his own but will not pay for the trolley.

Then the first thing he observes is "Hi There", he wonders why the hell everybody keep on telling "Hi There" "Hi There". Eventually he also starts the same. Similarly he wonders about excess usage of "Sorry" and "Thank you", but again desi, being a very adjustable creature, starts using those words without any reasons.

His Convert-o-meter never stops. Whenever he goes to some store he observes that 500 gms of Yogurt (Curd) is for $ 4 that means 160 INR, baap re... in India I use to get it for 10 bucks I should not buy it, next Biscuit $ 6 = 240 INR, in India it is for 20 bucks no I can’t buy it, Soap, chocolates, Flowers… oh my god, everything is costly here. After spending 30 minutes in a store he comes out with only bread, that to 60% whole wheat, because it costs $ 1 lesser then 100% whole wheat (hmmm 40 INR saved :)). Next is coffee which comes of $1.50, oh my god In India I used to get it for 5 bucks. His brain continuously works on complicated formula like [($ Convert to INR) - (original INR value)]/ original INR value and lot more…

With all these calculations he starts working. His journey starts early in the morning. He runs to catch the transit. Once again the convert-o- meter starts. Shall I go for $2.75 per trip or $20 per week or $ 75 per month? Which is cheaper? And what if I don’t get any of this? He prefers to walk till the next station and then catches a free zone local from there or he asks some of his friends to give his pass for few hours. In downtown he gets confused and some how he reaches to his office building. By not knowing difference between different lifts (high raise and low raise) he goes to high raise lift and look for 5th floor button, and then releases oh high raise lifts starts from 12th floor. Then he puts mock confidence on his face and presses 12th floor button. He gets out of the lift and looks here and there to make sure no body is watching & quickly takes the next lift to go to the ground floor again to catch the low raise lift.

This is one of the experiences he faces, there are many more. Like he will not be able to find out wash room in his floor and every time he will go to some other floor to use it because some of his friends might have shown that only ;). He will make a hell lot of mistakes while walking on footpath or while crossing the road. Even he will not be able to get in to the trains or get out of those trains for the first time. While walking on the street he will not be able to control his tongue, it will automatically come out when he will see girls around. He thinks that they are just making formalities by wearing such small cloths but he feels very happy about it. He starts liking the rush in trains because of the beautiful physical contacts. :)

Another thing he finds in US is that phone is very costly there. In India even a beggar affords it but here its god damn costly, our desi has a solution for that also. He starts using online VOIP phones. But desi wants something free, each account gives first 5 minutes free so he creates multiple accounts to use free talk time.

But but but… all these cost cutting plans doesn’t come in between his club trips. Every month he goes there and he keeps a separate fund for that. He adjusts himself in US life style. He goes crazy about keep on downloading unwanted stuffs and drinking cold drinks instead water. He tries his level best not to look like a desi but inside he remains desi only. He feels extremely happy when another new desi commits the same mistakes he had committed in past and instead of guiding him he laughs on it.

PS : Based on my personal experience and inputs from friends

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Blunders a guy can do!!!

Hey all,
Me back after a loooooooonggg time…. Okay no more faltoo ka crap I will start off with my actual crap.

I was just thinking about blunders a guy can do in his life, so today I am going to write about such blunders. I am not going to tell how much of these blunders I have done!!! I think you people are smart enough to guess.

Okay, suppose you are going for the most important interview of your life. At reception area while waiting for your turn to come, by chance you just see a gal; a nice girl, well dressed in a beautiful sari, with light make up, in short in her best possible look. Obviously being a guy your tongue will come out and you will start gawking at her (jaise kabhi achhi ladki dekhi hi na ho – Normally girls tell that right???). Even after knowing that the girl has noticed it few times and she is now getting irritated you keep on drooling like a despo dog. After happily staring at her for half an hour you will definitely forget about your interview, and suddenly somebody calls your name and tells, okay Mr. X you are next person for interview, get ready. Now imagine after adjusting your self back to normal when you open the door for interview, you come to know that the nice looking girl is the HR and she is going to take your interview. What will be your mental condition? Won’t you think “Why the hell I was gawking at this female??” “I mean, they should have put a tag telling she is the HR or she is the interviewer??”
Imagine this scene boss. I can tell you this can be the biggest blunder in someone’s life; he may get rejected before the interview itself.

My piece of advice: when ever you go for some important interview do remember this, “bhagwan harek Vishwamitra ka tap bhang karne ke liye Menka ko bhejta hi hai” :)

Now think about this. You are working with a well known company, which believes in VALUES and gives the highest importance to its employees and their safety. One fine afternoon while talking on phone, by mistake you are entered to a ladies restroom (thanks to building architects for not following rule of symmetry). For the first few seconds you will not be able to understand what is wrong with the restroom, why everything looks so different, why the hell the walls are pink and so on… By the moment you realize that it’s a mistake, some girl starts shouting “Help… help…” How will you convince her that it was by mistake? What if she decides to log a complaint against you (thanks to “anti sexual harassment” policy)

My piece of advice: Never ever do anything else while you are on call

Okay, I will give you some more scenarios…

Suppose you have received the scorecard of your CAT exam; for which you have spend huge money and wasted a hell lot of time. Suppose your score card is telling that you have got some 1 percentile in Verbal section of it and some 10 percentile in reasoning section. Obviously you will be in full frusted mood and wouldn’t like to talk with anybody in the world. Then suppose your meet some of your very good friend online (with whom you share everything), he asks you about your CAT result and you ask him to call you on your cell. At the very same time you get a call and without looking at the caller name you start shouting “hi, I got fcuked up big time dude… CAT screwed me up and some more MAA-BAHAN KI GAALIYAN” and then you come to know that it was not your friend, it was your father who was calling you. What would be your reaction??? Because of your very good image at home and your father thinking that you are a very good boy both of you will try to handle the situation by telling, hello… hello… are you able to hear me? I think there is some problem with the phone line, I think have got some cross connection, Wait I will cut and recall you. It is a very embarrassing situation in a guy’s life when his father comes to know about his son’s knowledge about GAALIYAA (bad words)

Something very similar…

Assume that you are waiting for some of your friend’s phone and at the same time you get a call on your cell from some extension of your office. You are starting with “Ha sale time mil gaya… kar liya tune phone… kaha muh kala karva raha tha ab tak??” n some more ##$$$.... and the first thing you hear from the other end is “hmm Hi, it’s me Mr. Y, can you come to my cabin. And that Mr. Y happens to be your Senior Manager. Can you think of the consequences?

My piece of advice: Never ever start talking on phone before confirming who is on the line at the other end

This one is very common during some social functions, esp Marriage and some festivals like “Navratri” and “Diwali”
Suppose, you are in a group of some 5 guys and all of you are busy looking for hot chicks. All of a sudden you get excited about a gal and start describing about her. Look at that girl in Pink dude…. She is so hot, look at her ###, and so on. And somebody from your group tells that hold on, she is my sister/girl friend/wife. Just think of this embarrassing situation.

My piece of advice: Better not to open your mouth when you are in group or make sure she is no where related with anybody group.

Most of us will not do this blunder but guys who believe in multi tasking one may face this situation.
Assume that you have spent some 3-4 months and hell lot of money just to impress some gal. In spite of all these she is not even ready to talk to you. You decide to do some more fielding for her, and trying to make her friends/roommates happy by treating them (so that they can go and tell good things about yourself). Finally somehow that female agrees to talk to you and you decide a time and call her. After being goody goody on phone, finishing a decent talk finally you call her it was nice talking to you Miss X instead of Miss Y, hope we will go for coffee soon. Just imagine what will the reaction from a girl’s side. (I know boys won’t mind if some girl tells him X/Y/Z but girls are very sensitive about their names)

My piece of advice: Never ever forget somebody’s name while talking with her.

I have completed one year in this Blog world… Happy B’day to “Blog full of Crap” ;)

PS: Fiction comes from reality it self ;)
PPS: You are most welcome to share your rich experience as well:)

Thursday, January 11, 2007

A Page From A Guys Diary

Courtesy: Unknown author

A page from many 'Guy's Dairies!!! Too bad to be true!

Everyone in their lives would have had crushes, and me too had my share of crushes. But, it didn't take much time for each of
them to turn to crashes. None of my crushes took off, or probably they crashed even before they took off !! Today, when I
look back, I cant manage but to have a laugh.

My first crush was on Miss R. I was in my tenth then. We happened to speak only once. It was when I had offered her a coke.
She refused to have it and the very next moment I gulped it down. I still cant forget the dumbstruck look on her face.
A few days later, she started going around with one of my classmates. They used to go for wonderful evening walks,
Miss T, my classmate and her doggy. Unfortunately(fortunately for me), the affair didn't last too long.

On one such romantic walk of theirs, my classmate was bitten by the doggy. He brought up the question : Its me or the dog......
she chose the dog !!! The news gave me sadistic pleasure.

I was in a co-ed school for my 11th-12th. I got very friendly with Miss N in my class. It appeared to me that...yes...she is
the girl. One day, Miss N came and sat next to me...close...really heart beats shot up. She said.. I want to
tell you something....but please maintain it as a secret. I knew...this was it...yes....she went know...
X(another classmate of mine) proposed me......and I too like him...and I accepted. I am telling you coz you are like
my brother.......WHAT THE HECK ? As if the first news wasn't bad enough, the second sounded suicidal. I looked at her with
an artificial smile and said....Congrats S..S..Sis !!!

The next crush didn't take much time to happen. It was Miss S who walked in to class. I literally had my jaws hanging seeing
her. We became good friends...but I never fancied my chances...given the Miss N experience. She was my Biology project
partner....while she did the project...I concentrated on her biology ! Just as the boards got over, and as I was mustering
enough courage to tell her, her dad got transferred. She changed the city.

Next in engineering college, there was this hottie in my class. Boy....she was a babe...Miss G. She used to stand opposite
to me in the chemistry lab. I prayed for some chemistry to happen between us. But I guess, she was much smarter than I was.
Miss G realised that I used to mess up all my titration experiments coz I used to be looking at her and not the
lab apparatus. I called her out ALONE on my b'day. She turned up with her whole bunch of friends.
The girls kept giggling and I looked for a place where I could go and bang my head. I steered clear of her for the rest
of my engineering days.

Moving on from here, it was a major success story. This time round, it took some time for things to crash....just a
little longer..a bit more than five years. Everything seemed like a fairy tale when the crash factor took the better of me.
By this time, I was in my job and I decided to use the term "interest" instead of crush.

So , my interest grew in Miss L in office. I thought she was a very pretty lady. Thankfully, the growth of my
interest stopped very soon, the moment I learnt that she was supposed to go on leave the next week for her marriage.
She was to marry her long time boyfriend. Only one thought came to my mind....The good ones are always taken !!!

Ha ha ha.....thankfully.....I have grown out of all more no chances of CRASHES......
I live this way now.....hey...wait.....who is this girl???? !!!!!!!!!

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Cubicle Decoration Competition

Yesterday, December 1, 2006, we had cubicle decoration competition in my office.

Our department was divided in 4 teams, each of them had to come up with a theme and decorate a cubicle. After several meetings and discussions (yeah meetings for this also – SE to thahre, meeting ke bina to kuchh hota hi nahi hai) we decided our theme and started the preparation. After 2 days of hard work we completely changed our cubicles.

Here are the 4 themes

1) Tea Stall

2) Christmas

3) Country side cubicle – work life balance

4) Seasons of Canada: winter, summer, fall & spring (our client is in CANADA)

For more photographs check out following link

Don’t miss the “Behind the scene”

Okay then more later…


Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Childrens Day celebration

Hmm I won’t say sorry and all…

I won’t even give any excuses…. I know you guys will think that this fellow is acting “pricey”, but really I am helpless :)

Hopefully from next week I will be back on blog with full form, Till then enjoy this

Children’s Day celebration in TARGET company

Shooona Baba

Chalo Sare Bachhe line mai lago... chalo chalo

ye dekho mera naya school bag

Naa bola tha na kyo late aaye? Chalo ab sab ko punishment mileg!!!

Aila sir bhi Chaddi mai, Jungle jungle baat chali hai pata chala hai... Chaddi pahan ke ful khila hai ful khila hai.... ;)

Attention, jab dono mai se ek gadi ruk nahi jaati aise hi khade rahna…

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The Gr8 Infy Training days…

Today is the right day to talk about Infy training because two years ago, on the very same day, I joined Infy. Yes I joined infy on October 18, 2004. We had two batches of trainees, one for computer background employees (short cycle) and one for non computer background employees (long cycle). Being IT student I was in short cycle. Ok let me cut the crap and tell you about training days.

On 17th I reached the Infosys Mysore Campus. It was a unique experience. That was the first time I was staying away (more than 1000 kilometers away!!!) from home moreover it was my first job so my heart was filled with special feeling “wo kahte hai na ankho mai arman aur dil mai kuchh karne ki tamanna, kuchh aisa hi”.

Okay coming on the track on the very first day I met Manish Negi and Aldrin Davis at main gate. At the gate one sumo was waiting for us, as soon as we finished security checks it took us to reception block where we did some more formalities and I got a key for room number 1817. Negi got room number 1818. That sumo took us to our block (block number 18). That night we spent in some formal interaction, understanding map of the campus (an unsuccessful try I must say, it took 3 days for me to remember all the roads inside the campus) and more over I was wondering why I was alone in that room? Why no roommate?

So 17th was over and it was 18th morning, got up early and got ready with properly ironed shirt and tie (job ka first day hai bhai, izzat ka saval hai). After asking some two three guys and two three security men we reached to our auditorium. First day was awful, had to do a lot of formalities, like documents verification and bank accounts and then had some induction sessions and all. Finally first day @ MyDC was about to over and on the way back I met a guy, Praveen Jain. He was looking very hi-fi guy with his Nokia 6600 in hand, we started talking and finally I came to know he also had the key of room no 1817, which means he was my room mate. We entered into the room and started talking about life, college and all possible tings on the world, yeah it was our first meeting but Jain was so cool to talk with… We some how finished our chatting session at 1.30 in the night and went to bed.

On 19th I introduced Jain to our neighbors (Negi and Aldrin). Jain, being very enthusiastic (wish I could write all those @#!@! words instead of enthusiastic) got an idea of organizing a trip so that we could get introduced to our training chicks. On the very same day he wrote a note on a piece of paper and circulated it to the entire trainees.

It was like

Hi Friends,

I am planning to organize a trip, so that we all can get a chance to meet everyone and know about them.

If you are interested the please write your name and phone number below.

Wow, in the first round we got around 70-80 response. We have got the name and numbers of all good looking people. Moreover Jain was happy because he got such a big number and some reasons to talk to gals. We thought it was going gr8, but from the next day onwards we started getting NO from many people. Jain started calling to each an every gal, n some boys also ;), to convince him/her for the trip (thanks to free intercom facility). Finally on the day of trip we were only 12. I would like to thank all those people for making that trip so memorable. You all know why right? And yeah that trip gave me two very good friends, Anup and Kamal.

Anyway let me talk about our actual training. According to training plan we had to go through some ILI (Infosys Leadership Institute) trainings for soft skill development. Thanks to those ice breaking sessions and team building exercises, I got some friends like Abhishek Kakkar, Fareena, Saurabh, Chanchal, Banani, Batra, Divya, Kanu, Shreelakshmi, Amey, Amit, Gopi, Gaurav, Anupreet, Arka, Sandya, Parul and many more… We used to do a lot of skits in those ILI trainings, I can’t forget that Bank wala skit where I was playing a role for bhukhkhad (one who use to keep on eating) bank manager and then other skit where Kakkar had played a role for Saree vendor. It was a gr8 fun ya. And that “Sholay” wala skit was also amazing. I must appreciate ILI for those wonderful trainings; it was indeed a team building exercise.

With all such fun we completed our ILI training and started technical training. Then it was the EID time. We asked Fareena to treat us (so that we could get introduced to her roommate Deepti, and neighbors – Pragya and Nandini). Kakkar some how convinced her and she gave us a dinner treat. We got introduced to all three gals now. And according to our master plan we expanded our group.

During the technical training we tried to enjoy fully. I can’t forget those Coffee breaks when we used to rush towards coffee vending machine. I can’t forget those late night stay in LAB some times for study and mostly for fun. Everyday we used to decide that “okay today I will go to lab and study, I will not do anything else” but we used to end up in sitting 2-3 hours in pantry or watching some movie in lab. Don’t tell anyone but yeah watching movie was strictly prohibited in lab but we somehow manage to do that. We also used to play some games in training. Playing NFS on network was such a gr8 experience. Thanks to NFS champs Dhanil, Barni, Arka and many more. According to our sitting arrangement I was surrounded by some fundu ppls. On my one side I had Dinesh Sharma, technically very sound, very matured and a very sensible guy, and other side I had Dhanil, a sporty person, very lively guy. We enjoyed a lot during our training time. We used to chat a lot using “NET SEND” command and using some VB applications for the same, as during training we didn’t have access to internet or internal messengers. But we used to get some solutions for both of them. Also we used to sleep during our lab/training time. Man I can’t forget those module tests and those weekend masti in lab.

It was for the day time now after office hours also we had a lot of things do in campus. Apart from playing TT, cycling, roaming around in the beautiful campus we enjoyed our hostel life fully. Our hostel rooms were like some Five-start hotel only. We had TV, AC, housekeeping facility and all other required facility in our hostel.

Let me share some experiences with you.

Gal’s Hostel

My hostel block was just 100m away from gal’s hostel block (no 17). And the location of my room was so good that we could see almost every thing those rooms. But unfortunately gals used to put down curtains every day and every night, it ruined most of over chances. We used to hate gals putting curtains the whole day. But every night me and Jain used to have a look at that hostel, hmmm first floor 3rd room from left, the light is on, that means some one is still awake, yooo hi… Jain used to tell “Patel count kar ye room ka number konsa hai” (yeah we have a complaint against Hostel architecture; all the blocks has different structure and different numbering mechanism.) Being good at numbers I used to calculate the number perfectly ;) And then trin trin, Hello Madamjee, it’s Praveen Jain here, I was just wondering how come you are still awake? And then blah blah and more blah… Yeah I am still surprising how gals used to talk with him.


Jain was very famous for his pranks. He used to call someone and say “Hello this is Mr X from facilities; I think you have asked for cloth stand (or something else) could you please come out of your room and check whether is there?”

He used to set morning alarm on maximum volume in somebody’s TV, and then next morning everybody a big blast…These are some of those very simple pranks, rest of them I can’t mention here. Many nights I (Negi, Aldrin and many others) have spent without sleeping because of Jain. Every hostel room had an electric cattle and milk, coffee, tea bags, so we had a habit of making tea at late night. Jain used to call Negi to come our room and ask him to prepare tea for him and poor Negi, he didn’t have any other option than preparing tea for him. The list is too long and I can’t describe each an every thing here. But let me quickly remind you some of those,

“Roost is a secrete of my energy” was our famous slogan. (yeah read it right, it’s roost and not boost)

Reason : Roost is a name of a restaurant in Mysore and it was the nearest boozing point. :)

Number 116 had special importance to each and every trainee.

Reason : It was the only city bus which used to come to Infy campus at that time.

I can’t forge those late night cloth washing sessions, those small get-togethers, those B’day celebrations,

For a change sometimes we used to study also. It was college like atmosphere, but everything was in fast forward mode. 4 years of college = 2 months of training. Another difference was we were being paid for studying here ;)

As every good thing has an end (good or bad), our story also came to an end. Finally the day of Posting came and we got our respective posting.

Negi, Jain, Kamal, Aldrin, Deepti got Bangalore.

Myself, Batra, Banani, Kakkar got Mysore. (Then Kakkar moved to Pune)

Pragya got Pune.

Nanadini got Chennai

Fareena got Hydrabad and so on…

On the last day of our stay in Mysore we had a confession night, we had a session till 2.30 in front of one of the food courts. We shared our first impression and current impression of every one. It was a gr8 session.

HUH I never though it will be such a big post!!! But I think it’s not only my story, after reading everyone who has gone through training in infy will feel that it’s his/her story only. Just the names will be different.

I know you are getting bored now… sorry can’t help ;)

Anyway let me stop here…


Click here to refresh your Mysore memories

BTW this was our most favorite slide during training time

Thursday, October 12, 2006

No Smoking

No Smoking!!!

Yeah that’s the theme for today’s post.

You might have seen different signboards for the same but how about this?

Some days back I happened to go to Bangalore to some of my friend’s place and I got this at his place.

You might be thinking what is special about it????

Now have a look at this

Yeah it’s made up of empty navy cut cigarette boxes. And not collected ones; that fellow smoked that many cigarettes to create this poster.

Man I can’t believe this!!!

Monday, October 02, 2006

Mysore Dasara

Mysore Dasara is a Royal Festival Celebrating victory of Truth over Evil. Legend has it that the Goddess Chamundeeswari or Durga slew the demon Mahishasuran on Vijayadashami day. Dasara is a 10-day festival in the region culminating on Vijayadashami or tenth day. The day marks the successful conclusion of the preceding nine days. Vijayadashami is also a day of victory of the King and his subjects, be it in a battle or day-to-day governance.

The preceding nine days of Navarathri have celebrations starting only after six days. The sixth day is in honour of goddess Saraswathi. Eight day is dedicated to Durga and Ninth day is for Lakshmi, goddess of wealth. On tenth day a grand spectacular Procession is held which starts from Mysore Palace and ends in Bannimantap.

Being a Dasara weekend, there was a festive feeling in the air in the entire city. We also planned manything and yeah did a lot of masti during this weekend. We went to the famous Mysore Palace, Flower show, Yuva Dasara festivals and Mysore race course (yeah first time we went for Derbey). Okay I know you are feeling joelous, don’t worry I won’t write much about it. Click the following links and check out Mysore Dasara photos.

Happy Dasara / VijayaDashmi / Durgapuja
May God Bless you!!!

Friday, September 22, 2006

Life's little Instructions

A big Hello to all of you

First of all let me tell you "Sorry". These days I am not able to visit your blogs regularly
But I will be come back in a short while….

Till then njoy this, I got it as a forward.


Have a firm handshake.

Look people in the eye.

Sing in the shower.

Own a great stereo system.

If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.

Keep secrets.

Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.

Always accept an outstretched hand.

Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.


Avoid sarcastic remarks.

Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come per cent of all your happiness or misery.

Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.

Lend only those books you never care to see again.

Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.

When playing games with children, let them win.

Give people a second chance, but not a third.

Be romantic.

Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.

Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.

Be a good loser.

Be a good winner.

Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.

When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.

Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.

Keep it simple.

Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.

Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.

Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets

Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.

Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.

Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.

Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.

Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need to stay only a few minutes.

Begin each day with some of your favorite music.

Once in a while, take the scenic route.

Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'

Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.

Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.

Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.

Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.

Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.

Become someone's hero.

Marry only for love.

Count your blessings.

Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.

Wave at the children on a school bus.

Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.

Don't expect life to be fair.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Dedicated to all the testers

Forgiving or punishing
the terrorists
is left to God.
fixing their appointment
with God
is our responsibility
- Indian Army

Updated statement for this…
In S/w industry

Forgiving or punishing
the Developer
is left to Manager.
fixing their appointment
with Manager
is our responsibility
- Tester

Monday, August 14, 2006

Missing ma College Dayz!!!

I don't know why,
But today I am missing my College Days... :(

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Orkut ne kiya parda faash!!!

Hi Friends,

I am back after a long (yeah real long) time. I don’t want to give any excuses (/ valid reasons) but yeah I have felt that “With great power comes great responsibility”.

Anyway for the title of this post I would like to thank Aaaj Tak / Start News / other news channel. These days I can watch only “Vaardaat” type of episodes (crime reports) in TV because when I go back to my room, only thing I can watch on TV is these late night crime reports on news channels or late night shows (nahi mai uski baat nahi kar raha…) thanks to the new project.

Some time I wonder, ye reporter to koi jail se bhaga hua kaidi to nahi!!!!
The way they speak, “Chain se sona hai to jaag jaoo”, “Shakal se maasum dikhne wala ye shaksh kahi bhi ho sakta hai, aapke bagal mai bhi”, “Bhai bana bhai ka katil”, “Delhi Police ne kiya parda faash”, is much more threatening. When they use special effect and computer generated videos to show some crime reports it looks so stupid.

Guys pardon me for the language of this. Actually I tried writing in English but wo baat nahi bani. So “Swalpa Adjust MAADI” (do adjust a bit - in Kanadda)

Aaj hum dikhane wale hai ki kis tarah se Orkut ne kiya parda faash, aur benakab kiya un logo ko. Hamare crime reporter Dhaval Patel ki ye sansani bhari special report “Orkut ne kiya parda faash!!!”

Dhaval : Ji ha dosto, mai dikhane wala hu ki kis tarah se shakal se dikhte bole bhale logo ke andar ek shaitan chhupa hua hota hai. Social network ka zansa de kar ye log apni kali kartut chhupana chahte hai... Jana mane Orkut ne kiya aise kahi logo ka parda faashh. Ye kuchh scarps hai jo muje acchi photo wali ladkio ki Orkut profiles se mile hai.

hiiiii plz help me out....
[Naubat yaha bheekh maangne tak ki aa gai hai… Magar ladki ka dil bilkul nahi peegla aur ladki ne ladke ko help karne se inkaar kar diya...]

hii there of course i dont know you ...
m new to orkut and m trying to make some new frds and just wrote to you asking you to become one of my new frds....
so if u dont mind can we be frds....
[abe sale maaan na maaan mai tera mahemaan, janta nahi to kyo aaya yaha pe…
And naye dost kyo chahiye… purane dosto ne baga diya kya… n bade aaye don’t mind wale… mind kar liya to???]

Hi, heard u r very gud friend with the people around u so if intersted 2 make me a friend do reply soon byeeeeeeeee
[nope tumne jo bhi suna hai wo sab galat hai and I am not interested in new friends :@]

(4) r u
this is ALPHA here
can we F.R.I.E.N.D.S
waiting for ur reply
[Name(s) changed
Bhai ye hit serial ka naam likhne se kuchh nahi hota
Keep waiting]

u luk gorgeous
wanna be my frnd
[Ha pata hai mai gorgeous lagti hu… tabhi to sale message kiya hai…
Apni original photo lagai yoti to ye friend request nahi bhejta…]

hey BETA....i hv gon thru ur profile ...
nw i just wanna b ur frnd
[kisne bola ki profile so go through karne se friends ban jaate hai!!!!]

how are you???
...can we start exchanging mesgs now??? has been long time capturing a little space in each other's friend lists...
...i just felt...i should break the start with...
...what do you say???
[You are asking me now and you have already started exchanging messages…
Little space, break the silence !!! ye sab kya hai…. Grrrrr ]

you are looking so sweet in your album...
[I look sweet in album only... Real life mai koi chudel se kam nahi hu...
ab banega friend????]

hi BETA wanna be friends? u look damn hot yaar.
[but you are not looking hot… don’t want to be ur friend]

hi BETA,
i like to creat new friends!
can u join me as friend?
[but I don’t like to CREATE new friend
BTW ye new friends create kaise hote hai…]

i also live in pune if you wanna meet me just call me on my cell 98989 89898
you seriously look so beautiful i will definatly like to meet you.
[Bande ki tadap dekho, phone number bhi de diya… are bhai so what you are from Pune… there are many more… and each one of them also likes to meet me…]

BBBBBEEEEETTTTAAAAAAAAAA ur name is too hot to pronounce.
[Jal nahi gaya kya?
bada aaya... ur name is too hot wala...
pahle kabhi ye naam suna nahi hai kya???]

hey yaar..
we were supposed to meet na..
forgot dear??
scrap me sweet!!!!!!
[ye bandi scrap nahi karti aur bande ne to milne ke bhi khwab bana diye.. kuchh nahi ho sakta bhai tera to]

(14) .......... my mail n messenger id....... scrap bk or mail or msg......... wanna b frenz ??????
[pahle hi email id de diya… ha muft ka jo banaya hai account…
Waise banda dekha kitna adjusting hai…
Scrap / mail / messenger / … kuchh bhi chalega]

HI i am Girl trapped in male body ....can we chat?
[:O:O:O!!!!! Chhii]

what a profile intro.....
i am impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Abe profile to hoti hi hai impress karne ke liye..
Ab sachhai bhi jaan na chahega???]

kai baisaheb amchya scrap baddal kahich ka vatat nahi aplyala?
Nasel scrap pathvayacha tumhala tar tasa sanga na friendcha kantala ala ahe kinwa amchyashi bolayala avadat nahi tumhala.
ugich garibachi tingle karata rao ani scrap chi maja pahata fakta!
[Can’t translate it totally – Its written in Marathi. But point to be noted here is “Ppl are taking help of different languages also”
konacha hi kahi fayada nahi (kisi ka kuchh fayda nahi)]

can i call u BET?
i like u r name
hey too sexy snap ha
[Bhaiya naam chhota kar ke bulane se ladki pat jaati to aat tak ladkiyo ke naam bachte hi nah… har koi A B C D mai baat karta hota…]

Hii wanna be close to me tell me somthin abt u
R u interested in dating wanna meet me
[Andhere mai teer pe teer maarte raho… kahi to kuchh to hoga…]

hi dear how are u? let meet or chat sometime. add my id to ur gmail.
when are u online?
can we meet soon?
can i knw a bit more abt u...frends???
[Oye gattu thand rakh yaar..
Ek scrap ka reply to aane de…
First time mai hi friend / chat / meeting request sabkuchh!!!]

To dekha aapne ki log kis had tak gir sakte hai,
ek ladki ka scrap pane ke liye… "Sirf ek Scrap"

aap bhi savdhar rahe…

aise log kahi bhi ho sakte hai…
aapke next cubicle mai ya
aapke next room mai ya
aapke bagal wale flat mai….
Yaad rahe “Chain se sona hai to jaag jao”

I think I should cut my crap here only(u can’t expect anything else in Blog-Full-Of-Crap right???)

But one thing is sure... these guys has changed the definition of Friends and Friendship.

Anyways... Wishing you Happy Friendship day


Friday, July 14, 2006

White Board

Naah!!!! I am not going to tell you which white board to buy and what should be the dimensions for it, etc... Neither am I doing marketing for any of the white board manufacturing companies. Actually today I was bit free and by mistake I looked at the white board in my cube with a different angle. Normally I use my WB for maintaining To-Do list, for noting down extension numbers, as a reminder, for Money matters, etc…

But you must have heard this famous line “Khali dimaag shaitan ka Ghar”(Means : Blank mind a house of devil). I thought of looking at others’ WBs. I went to some cubicles around me and here is what got …

Company provides White Board (WB) to reduce paper wastage, but have a look at the following pics and see what you can do with your WB.

Blank WB
Wah kya safai huyi hai!!! Must be a Surf Excel user:)

Look at this WB - Batra’s creation (are na re baba… Dr. Batra nahi re… ye apne Ashutosh Batra)
Man too much “Chamia Doggy”!!!

You can imagine the situation in IT industry. That is why we should have equal number of male and female in office.
I know you must be thinking, "Guys will be guys" Right??? :):):)

Ye dekho… Mr. Romeo’s WB
In school / college people use to write their GF/BF’s name on the bench and now on the white board… Common guys, grow up now!!!

Next we have, my favorite "Da Confused Soul" [Unknown : Just clicked it, when the cube was empty]

Dunia to gol hai… Magar yaha to sab kuch gol hai…

Okay now this must be of some artist’s WB [yeah it’s Ajesh’s WB]

Sarkar by Ajesh

The Dream Girl

The Ash love

Yar I think you are in the wrong profession. You should not waste your time in IT industry…

Here comes, my WB "before" and "after" I went to Tirupati

" Before"


Have you seen this pic somewhere? Where!!!

Next, C&H lover… [Banani]

She has converted the WB into a C&B poster. But it's a good one, must read.

Another Calvin lover [Mohan]

I think everybody is painter here. Huh…. Sometimes I wonder what these people are doing in IT field.

Here comes the real Techi [Miss Rekha Rao]

Great… At least somebody is working…

Another time pass WB

Finally that Chamia doggy has got some partner… ;) ;)

Anyway that’s it for today… I will continue posting my crap…