Watchman’s Gate

In a society in Sarita Vihar, Delhi, I happened to notice a Board on the very entrance gate for the society.

“Kindly Open and Close the GATE yourself, if not contributed towards Gate Keepers Salary”

The message was so simple yet so very effective. This board simply hits at one’s EGO more than anything else. The contribution was just around Rs. 150 per house from around 50 houses for 3 watchmen's who work in 3 shifts of 8 hrs each. Amazing Idea.

The best part is that the board is put on both the sides of the gate that one will get to read it every time one passes through the gate.

Wish I could see more such messages in all other societies too. So that these poor wage workers are never over worked, cheated or taken undue advantage of. 

Divya and her TB Story

A very old friend from college times, now a cosmetologist working wonders in Mumbai. A very hearty friend who keeps finding amazingly superb excuses to somehow hide in her laziness. But nonetheless she is a true sweet heart. She stays in Andheri West, Mumbai with her sister. In the only city where one have Travelling Buddies(TB).

She shared her experience about one such Travel Buddy, an Aunty (lets call her TB) who commuted with her every day on her way to office. TB always kept sharing her very unusual experiences of life which was exaggerated beyond limits. She would brag about her job, her intelligent kids, her irritating mother in law and so on and so forth. Nobody in the compartment would enjoy the torture let alone believing TB.

But then, why does TB do it every day...??? Most probably to get attention of everybody or simply to gain sympathy from one and all, either of which TB somehow annoyingly managed.


TB once said that says she has got some kinda CANCER... kehti, "pata nahi kahan hai...har baar peth ke alag alag jagah par batati hai" to top it up she adds she is not having any treatment aur sirf kuch ayurvedic jadibutiyan khati hai to be miraculously treated.

TB perched above all summits and all heights of exaggeration when she said "ONCE SHE WAS DEAD FOR 8 HRS & SUDDENLY SHE WOKE UP JUST BEFORE SHE WAS BEING TAKEN FOR FUNERAL"

Divya is still wondering on what to do with TB...?? She is confused on whether to laugh at TB or help TB with a top Psychiatrist......!!!

All I can say is

“Divya TB in any form, Travel Buddy or Tuberculosis it is very Injurious to Health.”

Don’t Tobacco and Drive

This is from my memory shelves. It happened sometime during my graduation days in Nagpur. It goes like this....

I was on my way for college on my bike, I was enjoying the drive as usual, I stopped at a traffic signal for a RED light. Right next to me was another guy who was driving a CBZ wearing an amazing biker’s jacket, cool shoes and a designed stylo helmet. Once the Lights went GREEN this guy just zoomed way ahead leaving me far behind.

I again continued on for college, after some distance I saw few people gathered in the road, I presumed it was an accident and went close. I saw the cool biker on the ground. I figured out he had hurt himself as he was slightly growling and grumbling in pain.

I laughed my ass off when I got to know how the accident happened.

Here’s the dialogue between me and a few ardent people passing by...

Me: Bro, What happened...???

Passerby 1 : I dunno, the road was pretty vacant and he strangely went of track...!!

Passerby 2 : Guess, its a head injury, seems like blood on his face...!!!

Passerby 1 : wait lemme find out... n he goes forward in to the crowd

Passerby 1 returned back with a huge grin on his face and said

“ Dude, It isn’t blood on his face, this jerk spat the tobacco he was chewing forgetting that he was now wearing a HELMET and got blinded and hence the accident.”

We had a hearty laugh before we all dispersed.

I had always heard of Alcohol being a threat while driving... that day I had realized that even TOBACCO was a killer on the road.

SO GUYS DON’T TOBACCO and DRIVE

Historical Temples

Kanchi Kamakshi Temple

KANCHIPURAM is the place. We reached here around 4 pm and directly headed to Kanchi Kamakshi Kovil, Its a devi shrine, one of the oldest temple of our time.

Then we headed to Ekambaranathar Temple, its a shiva temple, wherein we have parvati ji also with him. This is the only temple in which they are both together, the reason being a MANGO TREE. There is a mango tree in the temple which is about 3500 years old. It was under this tree that goddess parvati ji had gone into deep meditation asking for the lord to marry her and so they are both together in this particular temple. It is a very huge temple.

Ekambaranatar Temple

Then we went to the Varada Raja Perumal Temple, this again is a very old temple, in this temple there is a huge Golden Lizard on the ceiling, its called Bangara Balli, if one touches this lizard, it erases all the negativity or Dosham as they call it.

In between temples when we used to ask for directions, all that most people would say is that there are enough historic temples in this city alone that one could esily spend a month or more only travelling, visiting and understanding their respective histories.

Varada Raja Perumal Temple

It was simply brilliant, knowing that most of these temple were build many hundred years ago and that the architecture was absolutely awesome. Its actually breath taking. I actually thought this place was all about Silk n cloth... its only now that i have seen for myself that its more on with the temples and is aptly called the CITY OF TEMPLES.

You get one parking ticket that costs about Rs. 20/- which allows you to park anywhere in the city for an entire day.

Another historical and religious tourist recommendation for one and all, not to be missed this lifetime.

On d Phone.....!!!!

Phone lines aren’t working…

M tryin till ur phone gets ringing…..

I hear ur voice at the other end…..

Which is exactly what I intend....

Talking on how much of each other we miss….

Before we end up blowing kiss after kiss….

Holidays are what I wanna spend….

Rules that I always wanna bend….

Eternity is till when I have waited…..

To be with you, who knows no hatred….

Your love is so much on the rise….

Making me have an inherent vice…..

I begin to dwell in ur craziness…..

Feeling the warmth n the coldness….

In the mesmerization…. All I say is

I LOVE YOU

Reserved or Unreserved Ticket

I was travelling from Hyderabad to Bangalore. Starting at around 9 in the evening, the train had managed to reach Daund Junction at around 7 am. I kinda got up, I then headed to attend nature’s call.

When i got back i was surprised to see a guy perched himself on my berth.

I politely requested him to get down, to which he replied, this train has now become a passenger train and that all reservations are over.

I again asked him to get down for which he says, “I won’t, you do whatever you can, call whomever you want”. In hindi its like – “Mai nahi utarta, ja tereko jo karne ka hai kar le, jisko bulane ka hai bula le.”

In the so called Marathi Manoos attitude.

After having paid for a Seat/Berth from Hyderabad to Bangalore I was really surprised at what that commuter gave for an excuse.

Still wondering as to whether my ticket was actually reserved or unreserved.

Government Owned Tamil Nadu Bus

I needn’t write more for anybody who has already travelled in one of these Government Run Buses.  It’s physically one of the most horrible experiences that your body would ever encounter. I am not really very glad that I had an opportunity for such an experience.

We were travelling back from Kanchipuram to Bangalore. The bus is so well maintained that we could hear each and every glass window clattering and the best part is most of the clattering continued even after we reached home. The seats were amazingly uncomfortable, the only comforting factor in the travel was the fact that we had managed to get seats in the centre of the bus, i really didn’t even want to imagine the fate of the guy in the last seat or the ones sitting on the tyres. Apart from the most irritating factor being the fact that these vehicles had a speed lock which had them constantly travelling at 60 kmph on a expressway. It was simply gruelling, to add more salt to these facts was my uncle, who constantly reminded me that this was exactly the same road on which we rode in the opposite direction in the morning by car.

After all the trouble and pain we somehow managed to get back home after a 8 hour long bus ride. I was so damn tired and exhausted that I kind of slept for almost 8 hrs and still couldn’t get over with the pain. It would easily get all the bearings in one's body jolted forever.

Serious Advice – Always check for another option before travelling by a Government owned Tamil Nadu Bus, any other state vehicle would be a much much better option.