tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365263992024-03-22T05:12:12.686+05:30Shubhojit's pageThe way I feel about things...Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-91189753582937526832010-06-10T01:30:00.001+05:302010-06-10T01:33:09.877+05:30Bhopal Gas verdict!!! The Shame of Indian society!!Just thinking about the country we live in. The state escorts the killer out of the country and declares him absconding while the poor man, battered and bruised, continues to suffer. Judgement arrives 25 years later only to mock at their helplesness.<br />Insolence at its peak with the supposedly educated and non political leader of the country pushing to introduce a legislation seeking to limit damages paid for causing loss to life. The country still votes them back to power 2 times in a row. No wonder we were slaves for over 200 years. No wonder human life is so cheap here.Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-20411104725130641492009-11-18T00:14:00.002+05:302009-11-18T00:18:26.563+05:30Attempt at getting backBeen a good 2 years since I wrote my last post. Blogspot and other blog sites being blocked in office makes it all the more difficult to pen down thoughts. Add to that the fact that the world is getting busier, our gadgets getting smaller and blogging going shorter with tweeting.<br />But I do hope to post some updates once a while. Have lost touch with all my blog friends and thats sad.Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-86471850995507111202007-07-27T12:11:00.000+05:302007-07-27T12:30:35.960+05:30Bachelor Boy!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Heard this song on FM today. An old favorite this Cliff Richard number. And I couldn't help but wondering that this is exactly how i feel about myself....</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;">As time goes by I propably willMeet a girl and fall in love</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Then Ill get married have a wife and a child</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">And theyll be my turtle doves.</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">But until then Ill be a bachelor boy and thats the way Ill stay,</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Happy to be a bachelor boy,Until my dyin day.</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">But until then Ill be a bachelor boy and thats the way Ill stay,</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Happy to be a bachelor boy,Until my dyin day.<br /></span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-22637448853939907062007-07-10T18:58:00.001+05:302007-07-10T19:24:04.157+05:30A Call to Mumbai!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Reposting an old</span> <a href="http://mumbaidying.blogspot.com/"><strong>post</strong></a> <span style="color:#6666cc;">which got lost somewhere. As we enter the dawn of the first anniversary of the bomb blasts in Mumbai, i recall the horrifying experience Bomayites went through on that day. With cell phone networks jammed(the police said they did it to prevent rumours), local trains(the lifeline of Mumbai) out of gear and fear gripping the city, it was probably only the spirit of togetherness which saw the city through. Driving at 12 in the night, with 3 of my female colleagues to be dropped home, I still reckon it to be the worst traffic jam I've ever encountered in my 6 years of stay in the city.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">But did the city come to a standstill? It did not. Reams of print have been devoted to this 'never say die' spirit of Bombay. <span style="color:#cc0000;">But why did Mumbai not come to a standstill?</span> Not because its fearless but because it had no option. Bombay is not only about the financial conglomerates which operate from here. Bombay is about the vada pav vendor in front of the colleges & stations. About the pav bhaji waala in the chowpathis. About the little devils we call autoricks across the entire stretch of the suburbs. About those in innumerable odd job doers who cannot afford to miss a single day at work.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Can every disaster be passed off as the undying spirit of Mumbai? Will the city ever wake up and say "Enuf is enuf". Will we ever tell our magnanimous CM who commits 50lacs to marathi NRIs(who dont need it) to get his act together. Will the Bombayite stand up and demand a CM who will govern like Narendra Modi or be progressive like Chandrababu Naidu.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Another year passes by. And we will conveniently forget all the victims, their families, their sorrow and say we have moved on. Will we ever learn to remember.....?</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-68225376104266286602007-07-10T18:33:00.000+05:302007-07-10T18:35:41.069+05:30Of Punchlines!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Seen at a local, shabby Chinese joint near Borivali</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Our competitors are only in China"</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-38851872793930310642007-07-04T18:09:00.000+05:302007-07-04T18:18:05.688+05:30Importance of Stamina!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">"Did you go to the gym"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"Nope! I've been missing gym for some days now"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"Thats bad! You shouldn't do that. Women want men who have good stamina"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"Stamina! For what?"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"Didn't u see Cheeni Kum? How Tabu tests Amitabh's stamina"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"Oh come on. He was 64. I'm less than even half his age"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"But but still. Whats the harm if u develop better stamina. Women get impressed"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"Hmmm... I didnt know that so much goes into wooing women. I think its better to get married to a guy"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">"My husband also says the same thing :). Women are complicated"</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-39289243824380979792007-07-04T18:04:00.000+05:302007-07-04T18:09:33.520+05:30Bless the Roads!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">She - U know that road leading from my house to Hiranandani? Its bad, terrible!<br /><br />He - How bad?<br /><br />She - So bad that if a pregnant woman were to travel on that road, she'll deliver the baby there<br />itself!!!<br /><br />And they both burst out laughing</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">N.B. - Hiranandani is an area near IIT Bombay and is one of the most developed areas too</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-4022955743960049632007-07-03T15:16:00.000+05:302007-07-03T15:17:53.411+05:30The Corporate World!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Two guys were hiking through the jungle when they spotted a tiger that looked both hungry and fast. One of the guys reached into his pack and pulled out a pair of Nike.<br /><br />His friend looked at him "Do you really think those shoes are going to make you run faster than that tiger?"<br /><br />I don't have to run faster than that tiger, his friend replied. "I just have to run faster than you". </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Welcome to the corporate world!!</strong></span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-13213377452902842912007-06-29T11:50:00.001+05:302007-06-29T12:03:34.067+05:30Innocence!!!<span style="color:#000099;">"What will you have for breakfast?"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">"Anything. Whatever you give me". The eyes had so much innocence.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">"Have you ever tasted Maggi?"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">"No"</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">"Fine, have maggi today"</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Next day...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">"I liked Maggi. Will you give me again today!!!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Still the eyes filled with innocence.......</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-8873656415031608892007-06-29T11:06:00.000+05:302007-06-29T11:49:49.473+05:30My Sexy Name!!! :)<p><span style="color:#ffffff;">align="center"</span><a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/"><img height="180" alt="Sexy Hunk Unreservedly Bestowing Hot Orgasms and Joyful, Intense Touches" src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/roseskull-m-SHUBHOJIT.png" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/<a"><small>Get</a> <span style="color:#6666cc;">Your Sexy Name</span></small></p>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-46445046142722669232007-06-27T14:00:00.000+05:302008-12-13T02:42:22.806+05:30Where the Land meets the Sea!!!<span style="color:#6633ff;">This Sunday was the typical family Sunday which started with lunch at 'Samrat'(Churchgate) and then a trip to the Gateway of India. We also visited Nariman Point & Worli seaface to witness the amazing sight of the fury of the sea with waves lashing against the high walls of the shores. Some snaps which I managed with my cell phone</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYfldfsFu4XqOkNtRIbl2zVX6JHJ29BTXkcPHjLspla92mR9VGfQE-w4SLhkOthW7M-aW4X9_19VA_c_rh6ufUqyFNnEGz6nMSqWPl9GdCi9QWn2kad9vm-lmiTMYnUdKWFvSLw/s1600-h/The+Gateway.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080667891352706786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYfldfsFu4XqOkNtRIbl2zVX6JHJ29BTXkcPHjLspla92mR9VGfQE-w4SLhkOthW7M-aW4X9_19VA_c_rh6ufUqyFNnEGz6nMSqWPl9GdCi9QWn2kad9vm-lmiTMYnUdKWFvSLw/s320/The+Gateway.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3ok056OymKIoOPHCMDyOY2C7DdRc2NV8hg-fw13xZPcZxdBcYPsPZf_f7h4XmTPs2yXy_Zrtxb-2tLTW1fejBrVMyyQwvYCeiCGvSDQMCRsPq-Mi_tcuG8MEdfwSCBFQAqW94w/s1600-h/The+waves+splashing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080667895647674098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3ok056OymKIoOPHCMDyOY2C7DdRc2NV8hg-fw13xZPcZxdBcYPsPZf_f7h4XmTPs2yXy_Zrtxb-2tLTW1fejBrVMyyQwvYCeiCGvSDQMCRsPq-Mi_tcuG8MEdfwSCBFQAqW94w/s320/The+waves+splashing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GaXoSxVcaGqnYj9x3zZSZELQS9S1f2bHpmIUob6Abk1_sodsbo6NwfvPRCFZ3fEhs2OU1qHgfYvscage0eRwY422-AxVbKLmvctFP2DuT-ShuoFqj71jbdWIDwXAoR5D_BOsUA/s1600-h/The+sea+of+humanity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080667895647674114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GaXoSxVcaGqnYj9x3zZSZELQS9S1f2bHpmIUob6Abk1_sodsbo6NwfvPRCFZ3fEhs2OU1qHgfYvscage0eRwY422-AxVbKLmvctFP2DuT-ShuoFqj71jbdWIDwXAoR5D_BOsUA/s320/The+sea+of+humanity.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">The gateway has been closed for the monsoons</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">so you can only view it from the promenade</span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">The Taj overlooking the sea</span></div>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-48721052479063387112007-06-26T10:52:00.000+05:302007-06-26T12:00:58.140+05:30Of Facts & Fatwas!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Read some time back about a fatwa being issued in Egypt. It was regarding working women & was issued by Mabruk Attia, a professor of theology at Egypt's Islamic Al Azhar university and this is how it went -</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">"Since working women spent time with male co-workers who are unknown people, if they breast fed the male co-worker five times then theres a family bond established and the male is no longer an unknown person. This way the Islamic rule of which forbids an unknown man and a woman from working together is not violated"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Outrageous as it may be, but I could not help from looking at the humourous side of it -</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">1. The professor who issued that edict, did he have a fetish of breast feeding? And was he r</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">efused by his wife?</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">2. If there are 5 males working with a woman and she goes ahead and honour the fatwa which </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">means breast feeding 5*5 =25 times and then two of them resign and there are 2 new joinees </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">then what? The cycle starts again? What if its an industry with a high turnover rate?</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">3. Does this also apply to her boss?</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">4. What if she's in a job which requires a lot of client interaction?</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">"When you walk into a government building, you should not be shocked to find a 50-year-old civil servant suckling his colleague," the independent daily Al Dustur said ironically after the fatwa was issued. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Well good sense prevailed in the country where the fatwa was denounced and the professor retracted his fatwa. Guess when these people will start treating women as equals!!!</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-10316865422199577282007-06-21T16:55:00.000+05:302007-06-21T18:59:01.330+05:30Give a Thought to Kashmiri Pandits!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Its quite late to talk about this topic as many would say but what compelled me to pen this is the NDTV programme on Kashmiri Pandits last nite. In the war of the nations its the Pandits who have suffered the most. Uprooted from their land, from their heritage, a 'refugee' in their own country with no one to stand by them.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">In my view it all started way back during partition. And the one responsible - another Kashmiri Pandit. Yes the first Prime Minister of the country. The dandy, colourful, charismatic personality for whom the Prime Minister's post was more important than the country itself. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">- First the partition for which he was equally responsible besides Jinnah. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">- Second his refusal for a plebiscite. It was Shyama Prasad Mukherjee's proposal to settle the </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><span style="color:#6666cc;">people displaced by partition in Kashmir and hold the referendum. Nehru obviously felt </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><span style="color:#6666cc;">threatened by his growing stature.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">That was the beginning of the strife in Kashmir which today is on the verge of being split from the country. The 'Heaven on Earth' has slowly and painfully graduated to 'Hell on Earth'.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">90's was the worst time for the Pandits. It was the beginning of the open undeclared war by Islamic fundamentalists for Kashmir and the Pandits became the biggest casualty. Close to 400000 pandits were forced to flee their houses and today live in transit camps across the country.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><strong><u><span style="color:#6666cc;">What went against the Pandits?</span></u></strong><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">1. Too few in number (As per last figure its 700000).</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">2. Too less representation in politics & power.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">3. Even though groups like Panun Kashmir exist still they're not big enough or powerful enough </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><span style="color:#6666cc;">to make a difference.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">4. And ofcourse the apathy of the government.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">With so much stacked against them, the Kashmiri Pandits are waging an already lost battle. Pandits have given illustrious personalities to the country. From Aryabhat to Kalidas and Nehru to Karan Singh, Kashmiri Pandits at one point of time represented the upper echelons of the Kashmiri civil service and were the most higly educated members of Kashmiri society.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">But years of living in transit camps with a subsistence of as low as Rs. 3200, the Pandits today face a among others some immediate problems which require urgent remedial steps to be taken.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">- The community today faces extinction for lack of a base.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">- Years of living in unhygenic circumstances in transit camps has taken a toll on the fertility </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><span style="color:#6666cc;">numbers of the Pandits.</span> <span style="color:#6666cc;">The birth rate has significantly reduced.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">If today the Pandit takes up arms against the government and society, are they really to blame?</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">But with the dwindling population, peaceful nature and an insignificant representation, even this is not an option for them.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">While writing this piece i thought of many solutions for their plight. In my opinion, the best option would be to relocate them in a state like Uttaranchal or Himachal which is not so densely populated and also lags in education and progress. That will give the Pandits to re-establish them in the mainstream with proper jobs and security and will give them the a platform to continue their fight for their lost land.</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-73596119819074804232007-06-21T16:53:00.000+05:302008-12-13T02:42:23.022+05:30Whats Anal Glaucoma???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglnFVoWr9w8iL0oznhLp3bgfgkGbiSqUjB9jZw4TVakMV0Zokq5lxqMvfwwVNRpiFnKMh1nCuMHyYPEcKWe_uscSDHk3KEVSSRELzkQXVNmkkPk0GpafsNZ41RXxHslgDDlpEfKA/s1600-h/ANALGLAUCOMA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078477111383083298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglnFVoWr9w8iL0oznhLp3bgfgkGbiSqUjB9jZw4TVakMV0Zokq5lxqMvfwwVNRpiFnKMh1nCuMHyYPEcKWe_uscSDHk3KEVSSRELzkQXVNmkkPk0GpafsNZ41RXxHslgDDlpEfKA/s400/ANALGLAUCOMA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-79165979705526578762007-06-19T13:42:00.000+05:302007-06-19T16:43:06.926+05:30Training courses are now available for women!!!<span style="color:#ff6600;">Have been reading a few posts on 'Adam Times' and thought that an introductory 'Eve Times' is due :). So here we go with a few basic firsts -</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">1. Silence, the Final Frontier: Where No Woman Has Gone Before! </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">2. The Undiscovered Side of Banking: Making Deposits.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">3. Parties: Going Without New Outfits.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">4. Communication Skills I: Tears - The Last Resort, not the First.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">5. Communication Skills II: Thinking Before Speaking.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">6. Communication Skills III: Getting What you Want Without Nagging.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">7. Driving a Car Safely: A Skill You CAN Acquire!!</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">8. Telephone Skills: How to Hang Up!!</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">9. Introduction to Parking.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">10. Advanced Parking: Backing Into a Space!!</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">11. Compliments: Accepting Them Gracefully.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">12. Classic Clothing: Wearing Outfits You Already Have.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">13. Oil and Gas: Your Car Needs Both!!</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">14. TV Remotes: For Men Only!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">P. S. - I did not invest any time or effort to come up with this. This came as a forward from a generous female friend :)</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-51311719632329477882007-06-19T12:42:00.000+05:302007-06-19T12:43:59.657+05:30Amazing Haircut !!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Just came across this amazing piece of sound work (popularly known as 3D-Sound). Click on the link and hear it using your headphone (its must). Perhaps the effect is better once you close your eyes.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Getting a bit technical, it's a sample of binaural audio, where the two microphones are used to record a stereo track at just the location where your ears are. It's a good example of Holophonics - a form of binaural sound recording using a dummy head arrangement which is best heard on headphones. I bet you would like to listen it more than once.....</span><br /><br /><a title="http://david-heron.me.uk/blog/2007/04/08/virtual-barbershop/" href="http://david-heron.me.uk/blog/2007/04/08/virtual-barbershop/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://david- heron.me. uk/blog/2007/ 04/08/virtual- barbershop/</a>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-69180388452602691832007-06-19T12:27:00.000+05:302007-06-19T12:54:22.935+05:30Ways to stop those telemarketing calls!!!<span style="color:#ff6600;">Another interesting forward which came to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">1. After the telemarketer finishes speaking, ask him/her to marry you. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">2. Tell the telemarketer you are busy at the moment, and ask him/her, if he/she will give you </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">his/her home phone number so you can call him/her back. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">3. Ask them to repeat everything they say, several times. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">4. Tell them it is dinner time, BUT ask if they would please hold. Put them on your speaker p</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">hone while you continue to eat at your leisure. Smack your food loudly and continue with </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">your dinner conversation. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">5. Tell them that all business goes through your agent, and hand the phone to your five year old </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">child.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">6. Tell them you are hard of hearing and that they need to speak up.... louder...louder. ..louder!</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">7. Tell them to speak very slowly because you want to write every word down. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">8. If they start out with, "How are you today?", say "I'm so glad you asked, because no one </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">these days seems to care, and I have all these problems.... ........." </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">9. Cry out in surprise, "Helen, is that you? I've been hoping you'd call! How is the family?" </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">When they insist they are not Helen, tell them to stop joking. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">This works especially well if the </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">telemarketer is really MALE. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">10. Tell the ICICI call center guy to call on your Office number.- and give him the HSBC call </span><span style="color:#6666cc;">center number.</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-15850082353292578852007-06-07T11:57:00.000+05:302007-06-08T12:07:32.018+05:30Amitabh Unplugged!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Was watching ' Don' , the original one, a few days back and couldn't miss the cheeky one liners which used to be the hallmark of most Bachhan movies. Started thinking of all the one liners which have made his movies a treat to watch. Some of them I could recollect -</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><u>The Numero Uno -</u></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">"Aaj mere paas bangla hai, gadi hai, bank balance hai, tumhaare paas kya hai? "</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">" Mere paas maa hai!" </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><u>The Close Second -</u></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">" Aaj khush to bahut hoge tum" Amitabh entering the temple for the first time in life to pray for his mother's life.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">Equally Memorable -</span></u><br />"Bhai tum sign karoge ki nahin"<br /><span style="color:#006600;">"Jao</span><span style="color:#006600;"> pehle us aadmi ka sign leke aao ........."</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">Lots of Self Respect -</span></u><br /><span style="color:#006600;">" Main aaj bhi pheke hue paise nahin leta"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><span style="color:#cc9933;">All the above from the landmark 'Deewar' and have assumed near cult status.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">Principles Never Compromised -</span></u><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">" Yeh mera usool hai ki main ghar mein ghus ke hi maarta hoon"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><span style="color:#999900;">From Shaan</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><u>Who Am I -</u></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">"Rishtey mein to hum tumhaare baap lagte hai, naam hai Shahenshah"</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">Who Am I again - </span></u><br /><span style="color:#006600;">"Vijay Deenanath Chauhan. Baap ka naam Deenanath Chauhan"</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><span style="color:#cc9933;">This one from Agneepath is memorable for the the dialogue delivery and execution.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span><br /><u><span style="color:#ff0000;">Who were they -</span></u><br /><span style="color:#006600;">"Ek woh chaar they aur ek aap chaar ho"</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><span style="color:#999900;">From Sharaabi</span><br /><span style="color:#999900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">And there are so many of them. Please add up to the list.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-79422494076191614992007-06-07T11:48:00.000+05:302007-06-07T11:55:00.817+05:30Still Searching!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">My orkut fortune of the day -</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">" You and your wife will live a happy life together!!!"</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">But where's my wife? Probably orkut knows better where to find her. :)</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-43454734868795161932007-05-31T13:16:00.000+05:302007-05-31T15:06:11.977+05:30BMW - Hit & Run!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">NDTV's recent</span><span style="color:#993399;"> </span><a href="http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20070013874"><span style="color:#993399;">expose</span></a><span style="color:#6666cc;"> on subversion of the legal system doesn't really come as a surprise to me. The very fact that all the witnesses turned hostile pointed to collusion and power play in all high profile cases. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">This ofcourse is not an isolated case. We've had Jessica Lal, Nitish Katara and Priyadarshini Mattoo cases where the rich have used money, muscle and power to subvent the legal system to their advantage. Then again we have so many unknown cases where this happens everyday but never comes to limelight.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Are the rich and powerful the only people responsible. Well I think there are a few more who are responsible -</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;">1. <strong><span style="color:#000066;">Lawyers</span></strong> like Ram Jethmalani who take up cases of Manu Sharma despite knowing that he's </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> committed the crime. Now I know conservatives will get up say that every person has a right </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> to be defended and is not guilty until proven so. </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> But isn't this exactly the first step towards manupilation of the judicial system. When </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> renowned counsels take up a case, they have a reputation to keep. A winning habit to </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> maintain. And thats when witnesses are threatened, coerced or eliminated to strengthen their </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> case. </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> Lawyers know everything about their clients. Should there not be a provision for punishing </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> the counsel if it comes to be known that he/she was aware of their client's involvement in the </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> the crime?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">2. <span style="color:#000066;"><strong>The Politicians</strong></span> - Ah! the favorite punching bag of all. We curse them, cry foul over their </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> antics but never do anything beyond that. Isn't it time that we start a revolution demanding a </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"> review of the judicial system. Infact a review of the constitution itself.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">3. </span><span style="color:#000066;"><strong>Witnesses </strong></span><span style="color:#663366;">like Sayan Munshi. Who despite being influential in the society, turn hostile.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">There can be so many other reasons too but these are the ones which come to my mind immediately. Is there a solution in sight?</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">There is !!! A rovolution. A long due revolution. To herald a new dawn. To revamp the system. To cleanse the mess. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">And it starts with me. </span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-48159705750404820182007-05-30T18:55:00.000+05:302007-07-03T14:39:54.584+05:30Unforgiven!!!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;">"Forgiveness is a great virtue! Why don't you forgive her?" She was trying hard to reason.<br /><br />"Forgiveness is the refuge of cowards! I forgive mistakes but not blunders. I also don't forgive<br />people who cheat, who take me for granted..." he thundered.<br /><br />She looked at the rebel in him.<br /><br />"Times have changed" under her breath.</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-72199479066873692872007-05-29T11:53:00.000+05:302007-07-03T14:40:33.781+05:30Camouflaged by Rains!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">He likes the rains. The heavy downpours particularly. Standing all alone while the drops ravage the soil. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">The tears flow slowly. And the drops wash them away. Tears of grief, sorrow, melancholy. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">These are emotions not to be displayed publicly.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">So while the rains camouflage the tears washing away the grief, he returns back to the world he belongs. </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">No one has an inkling that he also sheds tears.</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-34278607387378585232007-05-24T16:39:00.000+05:302007-07-03T14:41:07.993+05:30Nonsense Talk!Do you know what was the menu at mine and your dad's marriage<br /><br />No. Did u'll invite me to the wedding<br /><br />Looks like we missed inviting you. Where were you at that time?<br /><br />Dont remember. Will tell you once I recall :)Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-6736113873471868352007-05-23T12:33:00.000+05:302007-07-03T14:42:04.325+05:30Driving in Bangalore / India<span style="color:#6666cc;">Inspired by the <a href="http://piyadebose.blogspot.com/2007/05/toast-to-jams-of-bangalore.html">DreamCatcher's post on Traffic jams </a>in Bangalore, I thought of throwing some additional insights on driving in India.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">This hilarious article was written by a Dutchman who spent two years in Bangalore, India, as a visiting expert.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">For the benefit of every Tom, Dick and Harry visiting India and daring to drive on Indian roads, I am offering a few hints for survival. They are applicable to every place in India except Bihar , where life outside a vehicle is only marginally safer.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. The hints are as follows: Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is 'both'. Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position. Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar. Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking colored lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting with success.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi):</strong> The result of a collision between a rickshaw and an </span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion enroute to school. Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to irritate.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>Mopeds:</strong> The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; they would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often 'mopped' off the tarmac.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>Leaning Tower of Passes:</strong> Most bus passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>One-way Street:</strong> These boards are put up by traffic people to add jest in their otherwise drab lives. Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I sound hypercritical, I must add a positive point also. Rash and fast driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a 'speed breaker'; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers the water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred for easy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for those with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playing Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blink your lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike, but a truck approaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously.</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36526399.post-72022187229243000222007-05-21T15:46:00.000+05:302007-07-03T14:43:12.145+05:30Time Flies!!!<span style="color:#6666cc;">Without realising it, I completed 2 years with the organisation on May 16. A mail in the morning from the Global Risk Head & President brought me to the realisation. Phew! Time is deceptive. On some occasions it takes ages for a moment to pass while on others it just flies by. This is what my big bosses wrote to me -</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">"Congratulations on completing 2 years with FT. All the best. You have been doing a splendid job with us - thanks for all the good work. What else should we be doing to ensure you retire from here?"</span><br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Retire from here!!! Too optimistic boss. But let me list out a few things which may lure me -</span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">1. Stock Otptions - $10 millions</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">2. How about a Rolls? A Lamborghini or BMW will also do?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">3. A holiday house in Bahamas or Geneva. Even Mauritius will do.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">4. A 10 bedroom sea-facing apartment at Juhu.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">5. Atleast a million dollars in bonuses every year.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">6. Another million a year in salary.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">6. Five premium club memberships.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">7. A week's paid holiday every six months to any detination worldwide.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">I think I'll stop at it now. The list will become too long. These are just some of the things which will ensure that I retire from here :)</span>Shubhojithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05132978374649981440noreply@blogger.com4