the original story at www.zzz-writing.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodness-gracious-grace.html
the latest update:
Grace is with us for some months now and the stupid girl and the rest have fallen prey to her charm trap.
yesterday we went out and this is what followed (it is part of a private email)
we all went there leaving grace behind in state of disbelief that we can leave her alone once more !!!
when we came back we found she has found new ways to express her frustration with this human habit of leaving their dogs behhind. like an animal activist or world peace volunteer she had created a mini havoc in the house. she managed to pull down some papers, pens and pen holders and stuff from top of the wooden drawers and nicely and meticlously chewed all of them. when scolded for the act, she felt deeply hurt on her sentiments and refused to eat her food for dinner.
today morning, she was back to normal and can be found running around , sniffing, snooping, and licking things, objects, furniture, upholstery and yes human limbs too. she is just making sure that we all know that she is back to normal.
i can say we are all kind of getting used to her.
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Sunday, September 28
Tuesday, July 31
MOTHER' PRIDE or PLIGHT??
I begin with a clarification that the title of this post has its inspiration in a recent interaction with a tiny tot. when asked if she went to school, her evidently well – versed (with what else do we adults strike up a conversation with a small child ?) and instant reply was : Mother’s Pride, U-KG (A), class teacher- Mrs. Deepika Vohra.
Having skipped the rest of the details as furnished by the child (probably by now experience had taught her the common sequence of corresponding questions and she seemed to be a time-energy saving sorts. smart child….) ; I in my elements loudly remarked if the child was sure it was not Mother’s Plight??
Can’t say if the child’s smartness challenged my tiny brain, but the fact that it is tiny was established when I had to abruptly stop howling at my own PJ, once I located the not – so – amused expressions of the mother.
As for the child, she simply derived that I was hard of hearing, repeated the correct name of her posh school once or twice in as best clarity as her tongue could manage and hopped out of the room - as much better stuff allured her than interacting with a dumb adult.
Coming back to mother’s plight, let me introduce my 5 year old nephew about whom this post is about. He is the first and the only third generation member in my immediate family. Basically he is the edifice of my exposure to small children living in close proximity.
To put it plainly: there has never been a single good – bye (he stays with his parents in a different city) that I have simultaneously hated and loved more.
The times when he is here or I am there, nothing else in my life commands for more attention than this little creature. The child is high on NQ (nonsense quotient)!!
Psychologists declare that children up to 5 yrs. (plus – minus 5 yrs!!) are totally EGO oriented: it is My – Me – Myself for them.
So the child can sleep at 7 in the evening so as to get up at 4 in the morning and make ones life hell, if one tries to even slightly procrastinate fulfilling His wish to visit the local playground. Okay, so I get up, rush to the local park – dressed still in my pajamas, disheveled hair, yawning and trying not to topple over something…only to be told 5 minutes later that He is hungry!!! Morning walkers- kindly uncle jis and aunty jis look at the ‘poor child’ and inwardly sympathize with him for having to bear with a negligent guardian.
Next, he can squash wasps and all sorts of ugly creepy crawlies with His bare hands but the reason he cannot eat food on his own is: his hands may get soiled. So my mom or me or any other person entrusted with the humongous task has to constantly run after him balancing food plates in one hand, so as to stuff the next morsel in His Highness’ mouth. We are often screamed at for not realizing that He is not finished with His mouthful as yet.
The only easy way out is to put Cartoon Network which has the magical powers to dazzle him totally. He keeps his mouth open all the time while watching the world of animation and this eases the task for us manifolds. Also as he sits glued in front of the screen like a stone, this helps save us lot of calories. However this option weighs too heavily on our moralities and is mostly not taken recourse to. I strongly feel that in state of total crisis, Cartoon Network is the best anti-dote for all hysteria.
Although this fellow can’t read a full sentence but insists that he must be bought all those glossy paged story books. So who reads them for him??? Obviously me - mind you - not once or twice but close to 100 times over and over again.
Of course visiting shopping centers or even local kiraana shops can be an experience when he is around. He is innovative in his techniques so if crying has become too stale and boring, he can howl, scream or best simply refuse to walk or move an inch from the spot. At times to spice up things and add up visual treat for on lookers he adds up acts of physical audacity by simply spreading on the floor - there and then.
Great men have said: that curiosity for the world around makes the child inquisitive.
There are times when I have won the battle for TV. Even if it so happens that through much cajoling and promises for future goodies, one gets to watch anything else but cartoons BEWARE : one may be smothered with questions of plain curiosity like kyoun, kaise (hows and whys) which by default find a way to attach themselves to every answer that one manages for the previous set. Yes, with a 5 yr old it is possible. With a 5 year old anything is possible…..
I can go on and on with all these things and incidents or I can end this post with one line: despite everything, we all adore him. Don’t ask me the kyoun and kaise behind this. I have no possible rational answers for this one :):):)
Having skipped the rest of the details as furnished by the child (probably by now experience had taught her the common sequence of corresponding questions and she seemed to be a time-energy saving sorts. smart child….) ; I in my elements loudly remarked if the child was sure it was not Mother’s Plight??
Can’t say if the child’s smartness challenged my tiny brain, but the fact that it is tiny was established when I had to abruptly stop howling at my own PJ, once I located the not – so – amused expressions of the mother.
As for the child, she simply derived that I was hard of hearing, repeated the correct name of her posh school once or twice in as best clarity as her tongue could manage and hopped out of the room - as much better stuff allured her than interacting with a dumb adult.
Coming back to mother’s plight, let me introduce my 5 year old nephew about whom this post is about. He is the first and the only third generation member in my immediate family. Basically he is the edifice of my exposure to small children living in close proximity.
To put it plainly: there has never been a single good – bye (he stays with his parents in a different city) that I have simultaneously hated and loved more.
The times when he is here or I am there, nothing else in my life commands for more attention than this little creature. The child is high on NQ (nonsense quotient)!!
Psychologists declare that children up to 5 yrs. (plus – minus 5 yrs!!) are totally EGO oriented: it is My – Me – Myself for them.
So the child can sleep at 7 in the evening so as to get up at 4 in the morning and make ones life hell, if one tries to even slightly procrastinate fulfilling His wish to visit the local playground. Okay, so I get up, rush to the local park – dressed still in my pajamas, disheveled hair, yawning and trying not to topple over something…only to be told 5 minutes later that He is hungry!!! Morning walkers- kindly uncle jis and aunty jis look at the ‘poor child’ and inwardly sympathize with him for having to bear with a negligent guardian.
Next, he can squash wasps and all sorts of ugly creepy crawlies with His bare hands but the reason he cannot eat food on his own is: his hands may get soiled. So my mom or me or any other person entrusted with the humongous task has to constantly run after him balancing food plates in one hand, so as to stuff the next morsel in His Highness’ mouth. We are often screamed at for not realizing that He is not finished with His mouthful as yet.
The only easy way out is to put Cartoon Network which has the magical powers to dazzle him totally. He keeps his mouth open all the time while watching the world of animation and this eases the task for us manifolds. Also as he sits glued in front of the screen like a stone, this helps save us lot of calories. However this option weighs too heavily on our moralities and is mostly not taken recourse to. I strongly feel that in state of total crisis, Cartoon Network is the best anti-dote for all hysteria.
Although this fellow can’t read a full sentence but insists that he must be bought all those glossy paged story books. So who reads them for him??? Obviously me - mind you - not once or twice but close to 100 times over and over again.
Of course visiting shopping centers or even local kiraana shops can be an experience when he is around. He is innovative in his techniques so if crying has become too stale and boring, he can howl, scream or best simply refuse to walk or move an inch from the spot. At times to spice up things and add up visual treat for on lookers he adds up acts of physical audacity by simply spreading on the floor - there and then.
Great men have said: that curiosity for the world around makes the child inquisitive.
There are times when I have won the battle for TV. Even if it so happens that through much cajoling and promises for future goodies, one gets to watch anything else but cartoons BEWARE : one may be smothered with questions of plain curiosity like kyoun, kaise (hows and whys) which by default find a way to attach themselves to every answer that one manages for the previous set. Yes, with a 5 yr old it is possible. With a 5 year old anything is possible…..
I can go on and on with all these things and incidents or I can end this post with one line: despite everything, we all adore him. Don’t ask me the kyoun and kaise behind this. I have no possible rational answers for this one :):):)
Thursday, June 14
Diplomacy
Once upon a time in zzzland, there lived two eligible prince charmings :Champat kumar and Champak kumar. Champat kumar was tall and dandy and Champak kumar had the advantage of family and tradition.
Then to add a point to the tale, there was an Apple pie too. As expected she was sweet and sweeter…:d
Sadly in zzzland, people have fetish for ironies and so does the creator of the trio : Champat kumar, Champak kumar and Apple pie.
As the norm would have it, Apple pie waits demurely to be grabbed by the faster of the two but you see, she was the modern day liberated pie. She decided that it was about time she chose who it was going to be or if it was going to be anyone at all……
By the way, did i mention - she was in possession of an otherwise useless but over-sized, extra- logical brain.
So Apple pie introduced the element of diplomacy to the equation. Now what is the ground rule for diplomacy?
lets see:
Two parties have obvious, overt, antagonistic interests ------meaning ------the welfare/fulfillment of one's (interests) shall automatically mean absolute loss of the other..
So to please and pacify – already on the brink- junta, who is otherwise all too willing to de-throne the leaders, a diplomat engages his/her counterpart in an act of diplomacy.
Initially both brag about their individual concerns,, issues…bla bla bla…..
And later at some stage of mutual exhaustion, both introduce such an absurd condition for peace on the other, that it cannot be accepted by the other without surrendering its primary interest which s/he is there to preserve in the first place.
So what is achieved at the end is as a zero-sum condition.
Now it is natural if one were to ask, what does anyone to gain out of this obvious total sham? ???
The answer is : Golden state of status quo. Nothing-No one moves not even an inch. Everything stays just the same.
Diplomat bhai log are happy because they never seek a solution anyways- you see, the problem must stay for the logic of their own survival as leaders…so as long as the problem stays, they stay too.
No love is lost. Who is fooled- the pacified junta…..
These days Apple pie is found grinning ear to ear in zzzland
Oh yes!! Although there are no happily ever afters---
Oh come on she shall survive…not to worry--- she is not seeking any either
Saturday, January 20
time out
the other day, zzz went along with j to get some permission papers signed from a big boss. since the matter got a little bit out of hand, after the usual follow up cribb session was over, it was decided the two needed a neat break.
btw, madam J has finaaly listened to her inner voice (!!!!) and decided to forsake her residencey at the queensdom!!!- now thats another sob story - poor J
anyways getting back to this one, after much pep talk and stuff, zzz finally succeded in convincing the stubborn soul (ouch-i am dead if she reads this!!) the benefits of having spontaniety as a spice for life.
since this being zzz, more the merrier - is the ground rule. S should be called in too. a quick call(s) followed. S being S - always willing (hey- i mean it in the most positive way :)
as things stood J and zzz land early- much early. J wants to eat and get it over with. but hang on - a brilliant idea popps up in zzz's head. hey!! till we wait, why not go and try out some..uummmm stones..well, to be precise - solitaires :d
so here we go.....zzz went mad, tried out all those rocks in all her ten fingers..could have utilized the toes if the snooty sales executive had permitted!!!! and J sat there smiling embaraasingly for her friend's histrionics. zzz still feels J sat there sulking- 'cause J feels her hands are not as beautiful as the rest of her - babe has some concepts man!!!
anyways, the two had a jolly good time overall and reached the eatery. J could not be stopped anylonger- she just had to eat. so she went ahead and ordered. thankfully S followed sooon.
scene 2:
as the three of them sat there, J and S on one side and zzz facing them. both sat there talking in ulti-pulti french-J's latest passion. S sulked how she missed joining it again this session.
as for zzz- she had a good time as she stared unblikningly at the huge tv screen soaking her much starved senses with the charms of the idiot box.(reason: the CAS story in delhi. theres a battle of wits back at zzz home reagrding installation of the new set top box for tv. it is silently held by all the residents that who so ever asks for the new tv first- is automatically going to be labelled the 'most addicted one' to the idiot box. so currently everyone is battling with an ever increasing uneasiness of not having watched tv for almsot25 days!!!)
coming back, as zzz lost her self in the video, suddenly she noticed a guy sitting in the corner having a through and very convinient look at her. zzz is too embarassed and turns around- both of them still trying there french-aagh!!! two guys sitting on the other end quietly munching there snacks- boring!!
after J left, S and zzz went back to the univ. another round of late evening chai followed. S sat there sulking about the infant from bombay, tripped on some stone, the night ended as both worried a little about the unknown future and went back to their homes.
btw, madam J has finaaly listened to her inner voice (!!!!) and decided to forsake her residencey at the queensdom!!!- now thats another sob story - poor J
anyways getting back to this one, after much pep talk and stuff, zzz finally succeded in convincing the stubborn soul (ouch-i am dead if she reads this!!) the benefits of having spontaniety as a spice for life.
since this being zzz, more the merrier - is the ground rule. S should be called in too. a quick call(s) followed. S being S - always willing (hey- i mean it in the most positive way :)
as things stood J and zzz land early- much early. J wants to eat and get it over with. but hang on - a brilliant idea popps up in zzz's head. hey!! till we wait, why not go and try out some..uummmm stones..well, to be precise - solitaires :d
so here we go.....zzz went mad, tried out all those rocks in all her ten fingers..could have utilized the toes if the snooty sales executive had permitted!!!! and J sat there smiling embaraasingly for her friend's histrionics. zzz still feels J sat there sulking- 'cause J feels her hands are not as beautiful as the rest of her - babe has some concepts man!!!
anyways, the two had a jolly good time overall and reached the eatery. J could not be stopped anylonger- she just had to eat. so she went ahead and ordered. thankfully S followed sooon.
scene 2:
as the three of them sat there, J and S on one side and zzz facing them. both sat there talking in ulti-pulti french-J's latest passion. S sulked how she missed joining it again this session.
as for zzz- she had a good time as she stared unblikningly at the huge tv screen soaking her much starved senses with the charms of the idiot box.(reason: the CAS story in delhi. theres a battle of wits back at zzz home reagrding installation of the new set top box for tv. it is silently held by all the residents that who so ever asks for the new tv first- is automatically going to be labelled the 'most addicted one' to the idiot box. so currently everyone is battling with an ever increasing uneasiness of not having watched tv for almsot25 days!!!)
coming back, as zzz lost her self in the video, suddenly she noticed a guy sitting in the corner having a through and very convinient look at her. zzz is too embarassed and turns around- both of them still trying there french-aagh!!! two guys sitting on the other end quietly munching there snacks- boring!!
after J left, S and zzz went back to the univ. another round of late evening chai followed. S sat there sulking about the infant from bombay, tripped on some stone, the night ended as both worried a little about the unknown future and went back to their homes.
Wednesday, January 3
umblical chord
this new year had the usual start to it- or so i thought. i had a big argument with my mom yesterday ( not anything new- i guess for all mothers and daughters). my mom says that our systems would not be able to digest our food if we two were not to fight. but i must add that now days we seldom have the privelege of fully digested meals.
anyways, i give major credit for that to myself!!! i have genuinely believed myself to be the more reasonable of the two of us and it is largely because of my merit and nobility that things stay calm at home...yawn
coming to the point, as you may note that i guessed that there was nothing unsusal about our argument this time also except for it being the first in the new year. but today i explored another aspect of my relationship with my mom. actually this time she was genuinely at fault which she most certainly realized and like a good mom said 'sorry' as well. now whenever my mom says sorry (and thats like the rarest of rare possibilities) - simply the majesty and rarity of the occassion makes all of us bow down in sheer awe and splendour of the moment. the anger and grievances evaporate in thin air and a splendid peace and gratitude envelops us all and that includes my dad most of all ;)
however this time what started off from being somewhat different, turned out to be really different. as i have mentioned we had the freshh argument no 1, 2007 , yesterday evening. mommy dear realized that this case fell in the odd category of sorry-ism from her end, came to my sulk-room and uttered the magicall words. and it felt soooooooo nice and to tell you honestly, i was almost relieved because this time i really did not want to aplogise. she stood there waiting for me to smile back and as the majesty of the moment commanded- i could not resist a faint smile in its response.
so basically that was the ground zero situation when i went to bed last night. easy but not too easy detente hung over the house as the night embraced me with her sleepy gift.
but when i woke up in the morning, a rebellious thought popped up its infant head in me. "why should i give up so easily?" and finding the overall atmosphere in the house favourable, i dug up a fake anger within and greeted the parents with a sullen face. this was also part of a clever starategy to orient my father to the current issue who was uptill now blissfully ignorant about all this. as expected he asked if something was bothereing me and i did not let go off the opportunity.
since then mom has said sorry THREE times (i am begining to feel sadistic about it). she has called up twice to enquire about the mundane things like- how am i doing!! he he
i already feel bored with this new dimension of my mother's love for her unreasonable daughter. and its part of my introspective exercise that i am writing this post. she is expected back soon and i think i am gonna come back to being my normal silly self than this snobbish one. all this is so unlike both of us.
moral of the story- daughters are born to mothers to fight and argue. this is nature's way of training them to become wonderfully accomplished wives. he hehe
ps: all this not to be taken too seriously. this is for TP. so guys don't be scared :)
anyways, i give major credit for that to myself!!! i have genuinely believed myself to be the more reasonable of the two of us and it is largely because of my merit and nobility that things stay calm at home...yawn
coming to the point, as you may note that i guessed that there was nothing unsusal about our argument this time also except for it being the first in the new year. but today i explored another aspect of my relationship with my mom. actually this time she was genuinely at fault which she most certainly realized and like a good mom said 'sorry' as well. now whenever my mom says sorry (and thats like the rarest of rare possibilities) - simply the majesty and rarity of the occassion makes all of us bow down in sheer awe and splendour of the moment. the anger and grievances evaporate in thin air and a splendid peace and gratitude envelops us all and that includes my dad most of all ;)
however this time what started off from being somewhat different, turned out to be really different. as i have mentioned we had the freshh argument no 1, 2007 , yesterday evening. mommy dear realized that this case fell in the odd category of sorry-ism from her end, came to my sulk-room and uttered the magicall words. and it felt soooooooo nice and to tell you honestly, i was almost relieved because this time i really did not want to aplogise. she stood there waiting for me to smile back and as the majesty of the moment commanded- i could not resist a faint smile in its response.
so basically that was the ground zero situation when i went to bed last night. easy but not too easy detente hung over the house as the night embraced me with her sleepy gift.
but when i woke up in the morning, a rebellious thought popped up its infant head in me. "why should i give up so easily?" and finding the overall atmosphere in the house favourable, i dug up a fake anger within and greeted the parents with a sullen face. this was also part of a clever starategy to orient my father to the current issue who was uptill now blissfully ignorant about all this. as expected he asked if something was bothereing me and i did not let go off the opportunity.
since then mom has said sorry THREE times (i am begining to feel sadistic about it). she has called up twice to enquire about the mundane things like- how am i doing!! he he
i already feel bored with this new dimension of my mother's love for her unreasonable daughter. and its part of my introspective exercise that i am writing this post. she is expected back soon and i think i am gonna come back to being my normal silly self than this snobbish one. all this is so unlike both of us.
moral of the story- daughters are born to mothers to fight and argue. this is nature's way of training them to become wonderfully accomplished wives. he hehe
ps: all this not to be taken too seriously. this is for TP. so guys don't be scared :)
Monday, November 20
goodness gracious grace
Hi there, my name is Grace. As you all can see I am a dog but what you don’t know is that I am a happy dog. And here goes my story:
I am soon going to be one year old. I have been adopted by a family that wanted to get a pet for their four year old son. Oh boy! That is a four year old terror, who thinks himself to be Hanumana and runs around the whole house in his chaddi with a gada in his hand!!!
Now, life was good, I normally would have a eventful day packed with lots of eating+sleeping+playing+masti. One day a stupid girl came to visit my family. It looked as if she had enough of that Hanumana bhakta (you know with his gada and supernatural powers, he can be an unnerving experience for the weak hearted).
As for me, I am always happy to see others (particularly strangers). As a policy I always display my exhilaration while meeting guests…err, frankly speaking towards everybody and anybody ranging from carpenters, barbers, sweepers, post men right up to the thieves. I ardently believe in a ‘no woof’ policy. Yes at times, I do rarely woof at my owners when they do unreasonable things like- don’t let me lick from their plates or get cozy on their warm beds.
As far as that stupid girl is concerned, trust me – I made all efforts to please her: I would go and pick her shoes and slippers and hide them in such choicest places. I would make sure that the timing was perfect, so the moment she would step in one of her shoes, I would swiftly grab the other and run off. But all this to no avail. Even tearing her clothes did not help…sigh
I say she was a real snoot. I would even go and slobber her while she was sleeping but nothing, just about nothing worked on her. Good ridden now that she has gone back.
And did I tell you how stupid she was- she could not even pronounce my lovely name properly and would always call me dis Grace. How stupid, but see i am so nice,I still never woof at her.
Tuesday, August 1
krack jack comedy..saw this once again yesterday
the comedy movie andaaz apna apna is one of my all time favourites..
it belongs to a different genre of comedies for instance there have been those like on the lines of chupke chupke and bawarchi or even padoasan.
next came those arty, low budget realistic comedies like jaane bhi do yaaro, chashmebaddor, and yes who can forget katha :)
then there is this one starring aamir and salman (what a treat!) both from bhopal, eek darzi ka to dusra nai ka beta!! cute! its a reall non -sensical high on plain stupidity quotient type of comedy but still never fails to make the likes of me enjoy it throughly.( mera IQ itna hi hai!)
i guess the characterization was done pretty well...so the main villian is mogambo ka bhateeja... who wears a batman+dracula uniform and which is refered to as his ghagara by the these two jhonnies!then we have a tiger character who has another pawn who keeps on saying: "galti se mishtake ho gaya!!
to add to the mess there is a double role played by paresh raawal, in which one is the alter -ego of the other!!and yes the guys do get some support from raveena and kareena ..vaise unke bagair bhi film utni hi achi rehti!
some scenes are hilarious like the one in the lodge when these two arch enemies end up spending the night together and the caretaker of the lodge is this ultra -dharmic fellow fully loaded on hanuman bhakti and sees these two as modern -day versions of ram and laxman!! and the fact that the reality is just the opposite makes it for a comic riotanother thing is its songs..all of which have been composed on the tunes of old classies
overall its a treat...which i enjoy everytime and fall off from my seat everytime laughing
it belongs to a different genre of comedies for instance there have been those like on the lines of chupke chupke and bawarchi or even padoasan.
next came those arty, low budget realistic comedies like jaane bhi do yaaro, chashmebaddor, and yes who can forget katha :)
then there is this one starring aamir and salman (what a treat!) both from bhopal, eek darzi ka to dusra nai ka beta!! cute! its a reall non -sensical high on plain stupidity quotient type of comedy but still never fails to make the likes of me enjoy it throughly.( mera IQ itna hi hai!)
i guess the characterization was done pretty well...so the main villian is mogambo ka bhateeja... who wears a batman+dracula uniform and which is refered to as his ghagara by the these two jhonnies!then we have a tiger character who has another pawn who keeps on saying: "galti se mishtake ho gaya!!
to add to the mess there is a double role played by paresh raawal, in which one is the alter -ego of the other!!and yes the guys do get some support from raveena and kareena ..vaise unke bagair bhi film utni hi achi rehti!
some scenes are hilarious like the one in the lodge when these two arch enemies end up spending the night together and the caretaker of the lodge is this ultra -dharmic fellow fully loaded on hanuman bhakti and sees these two as modern -day versions of ram and laxman!! and the fact that the reality is just the opposite makes it for a comic riotanother thing is its songs..all of which have been composed on the tunes of old classies
overall its a treat...which i enjoy everytime and fall off from my seat everytime laughing
Wednesday, July 19
Angrez chale gaye....... Angrezii chod gaye .
Have a nice day! -----> Achcha din lo!
What's up? ----- >Uppar kya hai?
You're kidding! ----->Tum bachcha bana rahe ho!
Don't kid me! -----> Mera bachcha mut banaao!
Yo, baby! What's up? -----> Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?
Cool man! -----> Thandaa aadmi!
Don't mess with me, dude.-----> Mere saath gandagee mat karo, e vyakti.
She's so fine! -----> Woh itnee baareek hai!
Listen buddy, that chick's mine, okay!?-----> Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek?
Are you nuts? -----> Kya aap akhrot hain?
And the best ones are.....
How do you do? -----> Kaise karte ho?
General Body Meeting.... ----->Saamanya Shaaririk Milan
Keep in touch.................... > Chhoote Raho.....
What's up? ----- >Uppar kya hai?
You're kidding! ----->Tum bachcha bana rahe ho!
Don't kid me! -----> Mera bachcha mut banaao!
Yo, baby! What's up? -----> Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?
Cool man! -----> Thandaa aadmi!
Don't mess with me, dude.-----> Mere saath gandagee mat karo, e vyakti.
She's so fine! -----> Woh itnee baareek hai!
Listen buddy, that chick's mine, okay!?-----> Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek?
Are you nuts? -----> Kya aap akhrot hain?
And the best ones are.....
How do you do? -----> Kaise karte ho?
General Body Meeting.... ----->Saamanya Shaaririk Milan
Keep in touch.................... > Chhoote Raho.....
Tuesday, July 11
2720...
years ago, it was a regular day of my post grad years. i remember sitting there on the sidewalk just opposite anna's canteen, sipping tea with a friend and doing what everybody did during a tea break....look around, gossip, basically stay clued on to wats happening with whom (a small well -knit campus life ensures this as one of its many goodies)
this guy (mind you he is not any regular guy, i mean in my life i am yet to come across a more good looking specimen from the male species) walks up to me and we exchange pleasantries and he chats for a while and leaves.. a yet another daily drill/an obligation, each memeber is supposed to perform towards one another. once he leaves my friend (this is actually a teacher of mine from the college where i did my graduation from and is now here pursuing her phd), cannot hide her excitement of having met this hunk and is pleased beyond doubt and expresses the same in no subtle ways.
so that was the time when 2720-as we (i mean the whole campus female flock) used to call him (no point racing your minds in decoding this. i tell you you won't succeed!) was perfection personified to all of us..
i mean the guy was a concept-good looks combined with absolute charm, great soft skills and loads of atitude and the optimum level of financial backing made the whole package -well extremely enchanting and hence truly tempting (trust me, as i speak for the whole class of 2002)
alas! but all good things come to an end, do they have to? why???? aaghhhhhhh!!!!
next year, i had an opportunity to get to know him better, and the magic slowly faded away in thin air. in reality,2720 was not this don juan- super human, fantasy hero ....well he was very much human- carved out in flesh and blood with a more than an average levels of vanity and arrogance.
in hindsight, i feel if someone is as good looking as he was, it is actually a curse, in the sense that, such people are more prone to be skewed up towards the abnormal (ie. because they are not average) and are rather the misfittted ones... like all the geniuses history has produced. probably we dont realize this but it is such a blessing to be just one in the crowd and not to be very striking
this guy (mind you he is not any regular guy, i mean in my life i am yet to come across a more good looking specimen from the male species) walks up to me and we exchange pleasantries and he chats for a while and leaves.. a yet another daily drill/an obligation, each memeber is supposed to perform towards one another. once he leaves my friend (this is actually a teacher of mine from the college where i did my graduation from and is now here pursuing her phd), cannot hide her excitement of having met this hunk and is pleased beyond doubt and expresses the same in no subtle ways.
so that was the time when 2720-as we (i mean the whole campus female flock) used to call him (no point racing your minds in decoding this. i tell you you won't succeed!) was perfection personified to all of us..
i mean the guy was a concept-good looks combined with absolute charm, great soft skills and loads of atitude and the optimum level of financial backing made the whole package -well extremely enchanting and hence truly tempting (trust me, as i speak for the whole class of 2002)
alas! but all good things come to an end, do they have to? why???? aaghhhhhhh!!!!
next year, i had an opportunity to get to know him better, and the magic slowly faded away in thin air. in reality,2720 was not this don juan- super human, fantasy hero ....well he was very much human- carved out in flesh and blood with a more than an average levels of vanity and arrogance.
in hindsight, i feel if someone is as good looking as he was, it is actually a curse, in the sense that, such people are more prone to be skewed up towards the abnormal (ie. because they are not average) and are rather the misfittted ones... like all the geniuses history has produced. probably we dont realize this but it is such a blessing to be just one in the crowd and not to be very striking
Wednesday, July 5
in a lighter vein
this picture somehow sums up my initial reaction to something that i saw right now:):):)
Wednesday, June 28
spelling disasters
this is what was found to be written at the back of a dtc(delhi transport corporation) bus seat:
LOOK UNDER YOUR SEAT
THERE WOULD BE A BOMB
RAISE ALARM
WIN REWARD
LOOK UNDER YOUR SEAT
THERE WOULD BE A BOMB
RAISE ALARM
WIN REWARD
Sunday, June 25
`PET RULES`
(To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.)
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this inconvenience. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the door and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
A. Eat less
B. Don't ask for money all the time
C. Are easier to train
D. Normally come when called
E. Never ask to drive the car
F. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
G. Don't smoke or drink
H. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
I. Don't want to wear your clothes
J. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
K. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this inconvenience. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the door and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
(That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
A. Eat less
B. Don't ask for money all the time
C. Are easier to train
D. Normally come when called
E. Never ask to drive the car
F. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
G. Don't smoke or drink
H. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
I. Don't want to wear your clothes
J. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
K. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Monday, June 12
chaddha dear
yesterday my dad had this story to tell me:
when he belonged to the age when it is ok to be young and restless, he once pillion rided the scooter of his friend who was dead drunk...one shri chaddha. so chddha sahab insissted that "only he would drive his lovely lambretta".
anyway, so thses guys were coming from delhi cantt towards naouroji nagar. half way through my poor dad began to get all jittery because "saala chaddha" was driving very very fast..so fast that he scared the spirits out of my daddy dear( my daddy strongest!!!)...
hmmm...so what is the way out of this extremely awkward situation?...my dad began to race his mental horses ..hoping to find a suaitable ..well a face saving solution so that niether does chaddha dear feel offended and dad can reach home in one piece...(chaddha was anyway notorious for being accident prone!!)and ofcourse save his pride by not becoming a laughing stock at office (chicken hearted etc)..
so my dad went into an overdrive trying to figure out a way out...and catch up with chaddha's often swerving and almost skidding wheels...
dad came with this solution: ...he requested chaddha sahab to stop because he needed to well..pee...and the cantt jungles are the best place to do that..even till today (have you been there on the ring road, anytime any spot is a urinal)...so nature's call had to be answered and well dad got off finally...phew!!! from that flying machine..and saved his ass..wished his friend good night, that from this spot, he will most conviniently catch a bus or whatever and that he the kind soul should not worry about my dad...thanx once again.
as for chaddha...he survived not only that night but many more nights of drunken driving :)
office gossip never kicked off because chaddha ji was too drunk to notice that my father had got off in middle of a jungle late at night and merrily believed that his friend conviniently reached home..well almost
when he belonged to the age when it is ok to be young and restless, he once pillion rided the scooter of his friend who was dead drunk...one shri chaddha. so chddha sahab insissted that "only he would drive his lovely lambretta".
anyway, so thses guys were coming from delhi cantt towards naouroji nagar. half way through my poor dad began to get all jittery because "saala chaddha" was driving very very fast..so fast that he scared the spirits out of my daddy dear( my daddy strongest!!!)...
hmmm...so what is the way out of this extremely awkward situation?...my dad began to race his mental horses ..hoping to find a suaitable ..well a face saving solution so that niether does chaddha dear feel offended and dad can reach home in one piece...(chaddha was anyway notorious for being accident prone!!)and ofcourse save his pride by not becoming a laughing stock at office (chicken hearted etc)..
so my dad went into an overdrive trying to figure out a way out...and catch up with chaddha's often swerving and almost skidding wheels...
dad came with this solution: ...he requested chaddha sahab to stop because he needed to well..pee...and the cantt jungles are the best place to do that..even till today (have you been there on the ring road, anytime any spot is a urinal)...so nature's call had to be answered and well dad got off finally...phew!!! from that flying machine..and saved his ass..wished his friend good night, that from this spot, he will most conviniently catch a bus or whatever and that he the kind soul should not worry about my dad...thanx once again.
as for chaddha...he survived not only that night but many more nights of drunken driving :)
office gossip never kicked off because chaddha ji was too drunk to notice that my father had got off in middle of a jungle late at night and merrily believed that his friend conviniently reached home..well almost
Saturday, April 29
krack and jack
the comedy movie andaaz apna apna is one of my all time favourites.. it belongs to a different genre of comedies
for instance there have been those like on the lines of chupke chupke and bawarchi or even padoasan.
next came those arty, low budget realistic comedies like jaane bhi do yaaro, chashmebaddor, and yes who can forget katha :)
then there is this one starring aamir and salman (what a treat!) both from bhopal, eek darzi ka to dusra nai ka beta!! cute!
its a reall non -sensical high on plain stupidity quotient type of comedy but still never fails to make the likes of me enjoy it throughly.( mera IQ itna hi hai!)
i guess the characterization was done pretty well...so the main villian is mogambo ka bhateeja... who wears a batman+dracula uniform and which is refered to as his ghagara by the these two jhonnies!
then we have a tiger character who has another pawn who keeps on saying: "galti se mishtake ho gaya!!
to add to the mess there is a double role played by paresh raawal, in which one is the alter -ego of the other!!
and yes the guys do get some support from raveena and kareena ..vaise unke bagair bhi film utni hi achi rehti!
some scenes are hilarious like the one in the lodge when these two arch enemies end up spending the night together and the caretaker of the lodge is this ultra -dharmic fellow fully loaded on hanuman bhakti and sees these two as modern -day versions of ram and laxman!! and the fact that the reality is just the opposite makes it for a comic riot
another thing is its songs..all of which have been composed on the tunes of old classies
overall its a treat...which i enjoy everytime and fall off from my seat everytime laughing
for instance there have been those like on the lines of chupke chupke and bawarchi or even padoasan.
next came those arty, low budget realistic comedies like jaane bhi do yaaro, chashmebaddor, and yes who can forget katha :)
then there is this one starring aamir and salman (what a treat!) both from bhopal, eek darzi ka to dusra nai ka beta!! cute!
its a reall non -sensical high on plain stupidity quotient type of comedy but still never fails to make the likes of me enjoy it throughly.( mera IQ itna hi hai!)
i guess the characterization was done pretty well...so the main villian is mogambo ka bhateeja... who wears a batman+dracula uniform and which is refered to as his ghagara by the these two jhonnies!
then we have a tiger character who has another pawn who keeps on saying: "galti se mishtake ho gaya!!
to add to the mess there is a double role played by paresh raawal, in which one is the alter -ego of the other!!
and yes the guys do get some support from raveena and kareena ..vaise unke bagair bhi film utni hi achi rehti!
some scenes are hilarious like the one in the lodge when these two arch enemies end up spending the night together and the caretaker of the lodge is this ultra -dharmic fellow fully loaded on hanuman bhakti and sees these two as modern -day versions of ram and laxman!! and the fact that the reality is just the opposite makes it for a comic riot
another thing is its songs..all of which have been composed on the tunes of old classies
overall its a treat...which i enjoy everytime and fall off from my seat everytime laughing
Monday, April 24
CORBETT'S TIGERS
so today i am sitting in the lib. trying to focus on "political issues" when my mind is drifting into personal issues...
now let me clarify..personal bole to strictly introspective ones.....
and i feel that somehow the whole universe is lobbying hard to make me see inside and realize my defects and all....
so, i get up to get some stuff on international relations xeroxed......and while walking through the many galleries of that haunting place called the lib.....i uncosciously drift into the literature section and bump into this book..."man eating tigers of kumaon and rudryaprayag" by jim corbett.
hmmmm....this title seems to make a lot of circumstantial sense to me.....a quality which i probably share with the tigers!! haan!! afterall if not literally....but symbolically i am a man eater of sorts.....this is what i presume while picking up this hard back copy....pretty heavy haan....
now i had to tell the truth i had always wondered why on earth a tiger reserve should be named after a famous tiger hunter- jim corbett...this dillema is on the same lines as how come alfred nobel should be associated with a peace prize...
khair, i was to find an answer today...so i open this book expecting corbett to begin with an explanation somewhat on the lines like: since tigers are mean...crazy ..blood thirsty.....cruel carnivores...they are hooked on to human flesh and so eat human beings as staple diets or atleast lucky- day kill delicacies.......
but, he begins by saying something quite contrary...infact just the polar opposite.....in 9 out of 10 cases of man kill...a tiger attacks because it is WOUNDED.....or the 10th time because it is too old to follow a taxing hunt and since humans have encroached upon its natural habitat..this MAJESTIC animal is left with no other option..!!!!!!
i wonder, if i have something in common with corbett's tigers...to be technically correct...his tigeress!!!!
LONG LIVE CORBETT!!!!!
now let me clarify..personal bole to strictly introspective ones.....
and i feel that somehow the whole universe is lobbying hard to make me see inside and realize my defects and all....
so, i get up to get some stuff on international relations xeroxed......and while walking through the many galleries of that haunting place called the lib.....i uncosciously drift into the literature section and bump into this book..."man eating tigers of kumaon and rudryaprayag" by jim corbett.
hmmmm....this title seems to make a lot of circumstantial sense to me.....a quality which i probably share with the tigers!! haan!! afterall if not literally....but symbolically i am a man eater of sorts.....this is what i presume while picking up this hard back copy....pretty heavy haan....
now i had to tell the truth i had always wondered why on earth a tiger reserve should be named after a famous tiger hunter- jim corbett...this dillema is on the same lines as how come alfred nobel should be associated with a peace prize...
khair, i was to find an answer today...so i open this book expecting corbett to begin with an explanation somewhat on the lines like: since tigers are mean...crazy ..blood thirsty.....cruel carnivores...they are hooked on to human flesh and so eat human beings as staple diets or atleast lucky- day kill delicacies.......
but, he begins by saying something quite contrary...infact just the polar opposite.....in 9 out of 10 cases of man kill...a tiger attacks because it is WOUNDED.....or the 10th time because it is too old to follow a taxing hunt and since humans have encroached upon its natural habitat..this MAJESTIC animal is left with no other option..!!!!!!
i wonder, if i have something in common with corbett's tigers...to be technically correct...his tigeress!!!!
LONG LIVE CORBETT!!!!!
Friday, April 14
pluto..plato..platonic...
plato was a skewed up guy (negatively skewed up towards sanity!! or would that be insanity??? i have never been good in stats!!!) in short i think thoda satkela tha ....
he was the pupil of the great master- socrates who chose to drink poison than to compromise the truth.
anyway, for the uninitiated:
plato, gave the idea of "communism of wives and property"... now what the hell is that? i am coming to that....
plato being a political thinker ponderd over the perrenial questions of what is wrong and what is right..what is and what ought to be..
so his ideal was a polity-society ruled by the philosopher kings...chosen men of such great merit who would dedicate their lives to the welfare of the state and its citizens.
BUT (and mind you this was a bbbiggg but!) since acc. to him, family, (wife and children)and property(material possesions etc.) tend to make a man selfish...he suggested an arrangement wherein these guys(kings) would not have either of them , instead an arrangement would be in place where these could be commonly owned and shared!!!!
so the best of genes could be brought together and owned by the state to bring up another harvest of meritorious elites..fit to rule.
that is how the term 'platonic relationship' emerged..
and if some of you are inclined towards liking the idea.....please grab a copy of ayan randt's 'the emblem'... also plato never gave space to any personal choices or decisions in this arrangement...so a man could never decide for himself...you know what..
just for records, i would like to mention that infact plato's greatest pupil aristotle completely rubbished the idea.
he was the pupil of the great master- socrates who chose to drink poison than to compromise the truth.
anyway, for the uninitiated:
plato, gave the idea of "communism of wives and property"... now what the hell is that? i am coming to that....
plato being a political thinker ponderd over the perrenial questions of what is wrong and what is right..what is and what ought to be..
so his ideal was a polity-society ruled by the philosopher kings...chosen men of such great merit who would dedicate their lives to the welfare of the state and its citizens.
BUT (and mind you this was a bbbiggg but!) since acc. to him, family, (wife and children)and property(material possesions etc.) tend to make a man selfish...he suggested an arrangement wherein these guys(kings) would not have either of them , instead an arrangement would be in place where these could be commonly owned and shared!!!!
so the best of genes could be brought together and owned by the state to bring up another harvest of meritorious elites..fit to rule.
that is how the term 'platonic relationship' emerged..
and if some of you are inclined towards liking the idea.....please grab a copy of ayan randt's 'the emblem'... also plato never gave space to any personal choices or decisions in this arrangement...so a man could never decide for himself...you know what..
just for records, i would like to mention that infact plato's greatest pupil aristotle completely rubbished the idea.
Wednesday, April 12
k is the magic word
what's the deal with all these k serials?
are we supposed to buy the argument that this world exists only in black and white?
either its the good bahu or the bad vamp. choose your pick.
i mean the lady has hijacked all meaning and essence of the term 'cliched'. she is soooooo predictable that its almost demeaning to the sensibilities of any average viewer.
but boss mannana padega all the auntys and the likes are truly hooked onto her 'creative produces' (which are just plain simple too many even in terms of number of them on air at a time)...i remember when gujrat was rocked by an earthquake few years back...the ladies in the rehab. camps made sure that they were provided with tv sets in their camps because they did not want to miss out on whatever happened to mihir after he went missing (or something like that).....vaise on the flip side it was not a bad way to partially deal with great stress those families must have gone through during that time.
so this is what sells or is it the only category available? are we being offered any reall choices here? wohi ghise pite actors and wohi ghise pite plots..isse zyaada na soch sakten hain na de sakten hain.....hackneyed and booorring.
aur haan...not to forget the stream of ultra 'dharmic' serials on weekends are there to resolve ones moral issues which may have crept in the week of watching k serials....you know with all that bitching and all .....its not a bad idea....balance maintained rehta hai!!! sabb chalta hai.......
are we supposed to buy the argument that this world exists only in black and white?
either its the good bahu or the bad vamp. choose your pick.
i mean the lady has hijacked all meaning and essence of the term 'cliched'. she is soooooo predictable that its almost demeaning to the sensibilities of any average viewer.
but boss mannana padega all the auntys and the likes are truly hooked onto her 'creative produces' (which are just plain simple too many even in terms of number of them on air at a time)...i remember when gujrat was rocked by an earthquake few years back...the ladies in the rehab. camps made sure that they were provided with tv sets in their camps because they did not want to miss out on whatever happened to mihir after he went missing (or something like that).....vaise on the flip side it was not a bad way to partially deal with great stress those families must have gone through during that time.
so this is what sells or is it the only category available? are we being offered any reall choices here? wohi ghise pite actors and wohi ghise pite plots..isse zyaada na soch sakten hain na de sakten hain.....hackneyed and booorring.
aur haan...not to forget the stream of ultra 'dharmic' serials on weekends are there to resolve ones moral issues which may have crept in the week of watching k serials....you know with all that bitching and all .....its not a bad idea....balance maintained rehta hai!!! sabb chalta hai.......
Monday, April 10
monday
i have felt many times that monday is like the best day to procrastinate things\ tasks upon.... "i shall do it on monday"- this is my best and the most commonly abused excuse..... ask rajinder!!! i would arrive all pepped up and enthu..and rajinder would invariably be missing\ running late\kidnapped\not to be found\struck by temporary amnesia....(any or all of them).
khair things are different now....navneet moved out rajinder moved up...kal ka raju became shri rajeev!! so THINGS ARE DIFFERENT
however one good thing is that despite all the odds most of the times i did accomplish things on a monday.
monday - my sweet day of accomplishments!!
amen.
khair things are different now....navneet moved out rajinder moved up...kal ka raju became shri rajeev!! so THINGS ARE DIFFERENT
however one good thing is that despite all the odds most of the times i did accomplish things on a monday.
monday - my sweet day of accomplishments!!
amen.
Saturday, April 8
so what's in the name?
names i believe are reflective of the psyche of those who get to keep them..which in all circumstances exclude any 'right to decide' for those who have to carry the responsibility to live with that name
no powers with all the responsibilities- imperialistic mentalities
allow me to explain...now for instance someone is named grace..imagine how tormenting it can be for someone named grace to be blamed for being ungraceful..so what does it mean the poor soul has a binding contract to act gracefully even in the most horrid of situations?
or for that matter kamal, mridul, soumya and so on..
vaise most of the times its just the other way round so all the kamals and the komals of the world are the most prone to breaking things and being the goofiest of them all
anyway, this reminds me of a name - suyodhan...does it ring any bells?
well it was what the original name of the greatest villians of hindu mythology- yes, someone who is better known as duryodhan.
it is said that its because of his actions and behaviour he began to be called as duryodhan ... imagine and the guy actually reconciled to the fact....so its like what even today almost all of us do so many times ...just accept that this is the weak point in me and comfortably continue to carry on with it!!! " abb kya karen yaar bass gussa aa hi jata hai " chalo kaam khatam. human beings have'nt changed much...all things must be evolving in nature but we? i suspect if we are.
vaise i am little senti about this great story of mahabharata.... therz a lot i find extremely fascinating about it
fir kabhi...
no powers with all the responsibilities- imperialistic mentalities
allow me to explain...now for instance someone is named grace..imagine how tormenting it can be for someone named grace to be blamed for being ungraceful..so what does it mean the poor soul has a binding contract to act gracefully even in the most horrid of situations?
or for that matter kamal, mridul, soumya and so on..
vaise most of the times its just the other way round so all the kamals and the komals of the world are the most prone to breaking things and being the goofiest of them all
anyway, this reminds me of a name - suyodhan...does it ring any bells?
well it was what the original name of the greatest villians of hindu mythology- yes, someone who is better known as duryodhan.
it is said that its because of his actions and behaviour he began to be called as duryodhan ... imagine and the guy actually reconciled to the fact....so its like what even today almost all of us do so many times ...just accept that this is the weak point in me and comfortably continue to carry on with it!!! " abb kya karen yaar bass gussa aa hi jata hai " chalo kaam khatam. human beings have'nt changed much...all things must be evolving in nature but we? i suspect if we are.
vaise i am little senti about this great story of mahabharata.... therz a lot i find extremely fascinating about it
fir kabhi...
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