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Jai Maharashtra !!!

This is a wonderful mail circulating
in favour of RAJ Thackerey, have a look

We all should support Raj Thackeray and take his initiative ahead by doing more… 

1.   We should teach our kids that if he is second in class, don’t study harder.. just beat up the student coming first and throw him out of the school .
2. Parliament should have only Delhiites
as it is located in
Delhi
.
3. Prime-minister, president and all other leaders should only be from Delhi.
4.
  No Hindi movie should be made in Bombay. Only Marathi.
5. At every state border, buses, trains, flights should be stopped and staff changed
to local men .
6.
  All Maharashtrians working abroad or in other
states should be sent
back as they are SNATCHING employment from Locals.
7. Lord Shiv, Ganesha and Parvati should not be
worshiped in our
state as they belong to north (Himalayas)
8.  Visits to Taj Mahal should be restricted to people
from UP only.

9.
  Relief for farmers in Maharashtra should not come from centre because that is the money collected as Tax from whole of India, so why should it be given to someone in
Maharashtra? 

10. Let’s support kashmiri Militants because they are right to killing and injuring innocent people for benifit of there state and community…….
11. Let’s throw all MNCs out of Maharashtra, why should they earn from us? We will open our own Maharashtra Microsoft, MH Pepsi and MH Marutis of the world .
12.    Let’s stop using cellphones, emails, TV, foreign Movies and dramas. James Bond should speak Marathi
13.We should be ready to die hungry or buy food at 10 times higher price but should not accept imports from other states .
14. We should not allow any industry to be setup in Maharashtra because all machinery comes from outside
15. We should STOP using local trains… Trains are not manufactured by Marathi manoos and Railway Minister is a Bihari .
16. Ensure that all our children are born, grow, live and die without ever stepping out of Maharashtra, then they will become true Marathis.
 

 
This mail should somehow reach Raj Thackrey so forward it to as many ppl as
possible.

This mail needs to be read by all Indians.
So please help in this cause.
Keep Forwarding.

JAI
MAHARASHTRA!

 


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The Policy of Undivided Attention-Part 2



Cont frm my previos post………The Policy of Undivided Attention .


Give your spouse your undivided
attention

a minimum of fifteen hours each week,

using the time to meet his or her

most important emotional needs.

This policy will help you avoid one of the
most common mistakes — neglecting each other after marriage. I have tried to
clarify this policy for you by offering three corollaries: Privacy, Objectives
and Amount.

Corollary 1: Privacy

The time you plan to be together should not
include children (who are awake), relatives or friends. Establish privacy so
that you are better able to give each other your undivided attention.

It is essential for you as a couple spend
time alone. When you have time alone, you have a much greater opportunity to
make Love Bank deposits. Without privacy, undivided attention is almost
impossible, and without undivided attention, you are not likely to meet some of
each other’s most important emotional needs.

First, I recommend that you learn to be
together without your children. I’m amazed at how difficult this is for
couples, especially when the children are very young. Many couples don’t think
that children interfere with their privacy. To them, an evening with their
children is privacy. Of course, they know they can’t make love with children
around. But I believe that the presence of children prevents much more than
lovemaking. When children are present, they interfere with affection and
intimate conversation that are crucial needs in marriage. Besides, affection
and intimate conversation usually lead to lovemaking, and without them, you
will find that your lovemaking suffers.

Second, I recommend that friends and
relatives not be present during your time together. This may mean that after
everything has been scheduled, there is little time left for friends and
relatives. If that’s the case, you’re too busy, but at least you will not be
sacrificing your love for each other.

Third, I recommend that you understand what
giving undivided attention means. It’s what you did when you were dating. You
probably would not have married if you had ignored each other on dates. You may
have parked your car somewhere just to be completely alone, and to rid
yourselves of all distractions. That’s the quality of undivided attention I’m
referring to here.

When you see a movie together, the time you
are watching it doesn’t count toward your time for undivided attention (unless
you behave like the couple who sat in front of my wife and me last week!). It’s
the same with television and sporting events. You should engage in these
recreational activities together, but the time I want you to commit yourselves
is very clearly defined — it’s the time you pay close attention to each other.

Now that you’re alone with each other, what
should you do with this time? The second corollary answers that question.

To be cont………………


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The Policy of Undivided Attention


My First post was 'Affection' between 'spouses.'
Continuing the topics related to Marriage, here are some useful notes
from a Marriage Counselor,which if each of us follow will help us to improve the quality of our married lives. So good luck.

The
Policy of Undivided Attention-Part 1

'Before you were married, you and your spouse probably spent the majority of your
leisure time together. And the time you spent together was probably the most enjoyable part of every day. Spending time alone with each other was your highest priority, and you may even have canceled other plans when you had an opportunity to be together.

You probably tried to talk to each other every day. If you couldn’t physically be with each other, you talked on the telephone, sometimes for hours. And when you were together, you gave each other your undivided attention.

But after marriage, like so many other couples, you probably find that you can be in the same room together and yet ignore each other emotionally. What’s even worse, you may find that you are not even in the same room together as much as you had expected to be, particularly after your children arrived.

One of the more difficult aspects of marriage counseling is scheduling time for it. The counselor must often work evenings and weekends because most couples will not give up work for their appointments. Then the counselor must schedule around a host of evening and weekend activities that take a husband and wife in opposite directions.

But finding time for an appointment is easy compared to arranging time for the couple to be together to carry out their first assignment. Many couples think that a counselor will solve their problem with weekly conversations in his office. It doesn’t occur to them that it’s what they do after they leave the office that saves the marriage. To accomplish
anything, they must schedule time together — time to give each other their
undivided attention.

It’s incredible how many couples have tried to talk me out of their spending more time together. They begin by trying to convince me that it’s impossible. Then they go on to the argument that it’s impractical. But in the end, they usually agree that without time for undivided attention, they cannot re-create the love they once had for each other.

And that’s the point. Unless you and your spouse schedule time each week for undivided attention, it will be impossible to meet each other’s most important emotional needs. So to help you and your spouse clear space in your schedule for each other, I encourage you to follow

The Policy of Undivided Attention:

Give your spouse your undivided
attention

a minimum of fifteen hours each week,

using the time to meet his or her

most important emotional needs.

This policy will help you avoid one of the most common mistakes — neglecting each other after marriage. I have tried to clarify this policy for you by offering three corollaries: Privacy, Objectives and Amount.

To Be continued………..

Ciaooooooooooo


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The Meaning of Life… Revealed (Finally)


The Meaning of Life… Revealed (Finally)
by Alexander
Green
Dear
Reader,

It’s an age-old question. Perhaps the age-old question.

What is the meaning of life?

Late one night during my freshmen year at college, a loud group in my dorm
set out to resolve the question once and for all. Forceful, confident opinions
ensued. 

However, as I was clearing the beer cans off the floor the next morning, I
couldn’t recall that any particular light was shed on the subject.

As Kurt Vonnegut would say, “And so it goes.”

We weren’t the only deep thinkers who failed on this front. Theologians have
wrestled with the question for centuries. Philosophers and their students have
tied themselves in knots over it. Mystics have eaten mushrooms and meditated on
it. Even Monty Python took a stab at it. Still… no luck. 

Today we resume the quest. Let’s pick up the trail where Hugh Moorhead left
off. 

Moorhead was a Professor of Philosophy at Northeastern University. Over the
course of more than twenty years, he mailed his favorite books to their authors
(most of them well-known intellectuals) for an autograph. Each time he wrote a
letter expressing his appreciation of the work, and asked the author to inscribe
the inside cover with a comment “on the meaning or purpose of life.”

Not surprisingly, many refused to take the bait.

Physicist and science writer Freeman Dyson responded, “You ask: what is the
meaning or purpose of life? I can only answer with another question: do you
think we are wise enough to read God’s mind?”

Author Cormac McCarthy retorted: “A successful life is one that has no need
to ask the question.”

Poet T.S. Eliot also took a pass, apologizing for not having got to the point
where he could sum it all up on a flyleaf.

But a number of authors took their best shot, many of them drawing
inspiration from their religious beliefs. For example, Harvey Cox, author of
“The Seduction of the Spirit,” said, “The purpose of life is to glorify God and
enjoy Him forever.”

Other responses were secular. Leonard Bernstein wrote: “For me, the purpose
of life is to live it as fully as possible and be grateful every day for the
privilege of sharing it.”

Western writer Louis L’Amour said, “The meaning and purpose of life? To
do, and to become.”

American educator Paul Arthur Schlipp wrote it “is to achieve a high
development and integration of reason, of morality, and of spirituality - and to
commit one’s self to a cause greater than one’s self. Tell me what your cause
is, and I will tell you who you are.”

Quite a few of Moorhead’s respondents argued that there is no single “answer”
to this thorniest of questions. 

Steven M. Cahn, author of “Fate, Logic and Time,” insisted, “The meaning of
life is invented, not discovered.”

Many others concurred, writing variations on this theme. Science writer Isaac
Asimov was one, adding, “It is always possible for an individual to invest his
own life with meaning that he can find significant. He can so order his life
that he may find as much beauty and wisdom in it as he can, and spread as much
of that to others as possible.” 

Similarly, Paul Kurtz, author of “The Transcendental Temptation,” wrote, “The
meanings that we untap in life are those that we create, the dreams, plans and
projects that we live for. How exciting these can be are a measure of our
imagination and creativity.”

In all, Moorhead received dozens of thought-provoking answers. Over the years
I’ve heard many more, some of them hilarious. 

For sheer bullheadedness, for example, Gertrude Stein is hard to beat: “There
ain’t no answer. There ain’t gonna be any answer.  There never has been an
answer. That’s the answer.”

Stein’s view aside, I recently discovered an “answer” that resonated with me
because it comes with an implied kick in the pants. 

Australian Matthew Kelly, author of “The Rhythm of Life,” says the essential
meaning and purpose of life is to become “the best-version-of-yourself.”

Kelly reminds us that what we do in our lives may bring us financial
rewards, status, fame, power and possessions.  But genuine happiness and lasting
fulfillment are not the by-product of doing and having. Who
you become is infinitely more important than what you do or what you
have.

Kelly says, “It is the quest to improve ourselves, to be all we are capable
of being, to test our limits, and to grow steadily toward
the-best-version-of-ourselves that brings meaning to our lives.”

There’s plenty here to keep us occupied. Think about it. What would it take
for you to become your best, physically, intellectually, emotionally, and
spiritually?

Decide what that is - in the unlikely event that you don’t already know - and
devote yourself to realizing it. The beauty of this approach is that it takes
our minds off judging others and puts us on the road to improving ourselves. 

Not coincidentally, this is exactly the message of every great wisdom
tradition. As Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

This best-version-of-yourself philosophy can be applied to every area of your
life. We all have weaknesses that need attention. But we also have personal
strengths. Some of us are built to pursue excellence in athletics. Others have a
great aptitude for science or mathematics. Maybe the important thing for you
right now is to become the best parent, spouse, son or daughter you can be.
Perhaps you feel your life’s mission is to feed the poor or build houses for the
homeless. Whatever it is, embrace it.

And don’t kid yourself that you’re too old… or it’s too late.

Michelangelo designed the dome of St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome when he was
seventy-two. Nelson Mandela was seventy-five when he was elected president of
South Africa. Benjamin Franklin was seventy-nine when he invented bifocals.
Frank Lloyd Wright completed his work on the Guggenheim Museum when he was
ninety-one. And Don Byerly was a hundred and three when he finally climbed to
the summit of Mt. Everest.

(Ok, I made up that last one.  But the others are good.)

Whatever your station in life, you can find purpose, meaning and direction by
committing to becoming the best version of yourself.  Where your unique talents
intersect with the world’s needs, there you will find your mission. 

As Robert Louis Stevenson said more than a century ago, “To be what we
are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end in
life.”

Carpe Diem,

Alex

PS:  Copy pasted


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Gastro-No-Me


Gastronome means ‘Connoisseur of Cookery’.  That
defines me well. How I love food and food and everything related to
food,period.  Love to eat, love to cook,love to experiment new
flavours…I can go on.With hubby a total foodie, my explorations with new ingredients
go down well appreciated. And that inspires me to try n keep on trying new
things. And that also means giving a long list of various herbs , pastes n
ingredients to be called for when hubby goes on a trip. That's the pleasure of
cooking. But I also enjoy being on the other side of the table. The side where
you get to indulge in enjoying a meal, where u can let ur tastebuds feel the
subtle flavours  of various
ingredients,where u can say, 'Now that was so 'YUM'.'

So between the two of us, we are trying out new food joints,restaurants n world cuisines. Doesnt matter if its a 5star restaurant or a roadside dhaba, we are excited abt food. And we are constantly on the lookout for newer places to try, and newer dishes to taste.

On one such occasion, we ventured into one of the crowded localities of Mumbai.We  were told
that  the 'Nihari' there is simply tasty.
We braved our way into the narrow lanes, crowded to the hilt with shoppers n
vendors alike. Finally nudging our way thru, we reached this restaurant,nothing fancy abt it.Thankfully it had aircons, so that was a relief.It was  12.30, midnight. We expected some crowd here, but to our amazement, the place was packed with some people waiting too.We finally managed to get a tiny table for two, and ordered the highly talked abt 
'Nalli nihari'. It came in a copper mini bucket with slivers of
ginger  n chillies on the side. A few fluffy 'Naans' to complement the dish were served too. And as we digged into our food, I thanked God for this simply tasty dish handed down to us by the
Moghuls. Believe me, it was amazingly tasty, the flavours so well absorbed, the
meat cooked to melt in the mouth and the consistency just right. With every
bite, we kept telling eachother how tasty it is. Finally we ate to our fill ,
paid the cheque n moved out, two satiated souls. Returned home in the wee
hours, happy with the meal we had. Slept like a log, only to wake up with a thundering growl in the stomach. The next day was the beginning of the onslaught of  serious food poisoning,
that left me sick  for a week. My stomach growled n growled with severe aches and then started the Diarrhoea. I started with some self medication, but that failed. Two days later I still hadn't
stopped. It was killing me, every moment, wrenching my insides . Changed the
medicine, a stronger dose.Hubby  was perfectly fine, only I seemed to have acquired the sickness. He was the ever loving man, taking care of me, giving me my juices n medicines as n when
required. Finally I went to my family doctor, who gave me two different
medicines with a quick 'If one doesn't help, try the other' advice. Back home,
I took the new doses, but they failed too.This was really serious . Five days n
still no peace to my poor stomach. Whatever I ate was thrown out in minutes.
Did I lose atleast two kgs in the bargain, well am glad I did!!! But the
weakness was bad, I was seeing stars in the day. Had to keep sipping water or
juice all the time,lest I come down with another demon called 'Dehydration'.
And no, I was in no mood to go to a hospital,so I better take care of myself.
Finally the Fourth medicine worked,Thank God!!! 
And after seven days, my poor belly was at peace. Had to miss my Belly
Dance class too, had no strength to even walk. But after I recovered, I
realized  how a lil sickness can throw you out of gear. As a mother, u r required to be around constantly.But when sick, the whole house comes to a standstill.Thankfully, Hubby was there to take
care of me n look after my lil children.I dread having to fall sick when he is
away. I thanked God for having a soulmate like him and also  that I was alright now. And did I learn any lessons from this? Yes -that I will not be eating 'Nalli nihari ' anytime soon.
Ofcourse I will not give up on it entirely,no way. Just that Im off it  for a few months, till my tastebuds start recalling the taste of the heavenly 'Nihari'. Being a 'Gastronome' has its fair
share of disadvantages too, one of them means getting  a bout of serious 'food poisoning' and going
thru hell while it lasts ..

Ciaoooooooo


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Belly Dancing -The Reaction !!!



Well, my Belly dancing classes are goin on great.Am learning

the sexy moves and feeling more sexier by the day,lol. And guess how many
calories can u burn in an hour..upto 300 calories. Now isn’t that real fast !!!  And yes, I’v lost good inches throughout.

Well, finally D-Day arrived and I went to fetch hubs at the Airport.Wore one of my new tops( the slimmer one-u see ,I cant wait to show off my new look). Hubby arrived and was stunned to see me. And he said-ure looking different,.ummm nice . What have u done to urself??? So I say,wait Darling-till we get home.

Back home, the kids are excited to have dad back. A2, my cutie
pie who is privy to my lil secret is waiting to blurt it all out.A1 too has
sensed something fishy is up.And before I can put them away with some excuse,
A2 blurts out-’Papaļ,.u know Mamma has a surprise for u’ .  Hubs is all
ears. A2 blushes away and out tumbles my lil secret,’Mamma has joined a Belly Dance class’. Ahhh ,the beans have been spilled n Hubby is looking at me questioningly, asking silently-wat is she talking abt. Well, so I finally tell him that at all those times when he called
up n askd for me, n kids told him that I was at the Gym; I was actually at this
Belly Dance class. Hubby is thoroughly amused, not sure if he’s got it right.
So I finally send the kids to their room with the excuse that its late already
n they got school to attend the next morning. Back in the bedroom, I told him
that I joind this class to give him a nice surprise and he better get ready to
get enchanted by me.Then I donned my cute lil skirt n a cuter top n danced
those sexy moves. Was he floored????????  U  bet!!!   He was speechless, shocked, excited,all at once. He dint know how to react at first. Just sat there all enthralled by the erotic
moves. Arabic music is quite enticing u see. It was having the effects on him. He jus loved the show. He then came n kissed me for an amazing dance and said he loved the surprise. And now that I was done surprising him, it was my turn to get surprised. He jus scooped me
into his strong arms and started off… ..What followed is any1’s guess.

So folks, that’s the final outcome of sessions of  tough yet fluid moves.And my dual purpose has been served fully.  One thing I  have to mention here is that this class has managed to get a zing  back into my life n my relationship. Also, A2 ,who has seen me practice at times has picked up the moves herself and happily joins me when I dance. That’s another
Mother-daughter bonding activity happening nowadays .

Ciaooo



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Murder !!!


Murder !!!

Wednesday began as just another ordinary day. The alarm buzzed at 6am on my cell -the one thing today which is such a boon. Now can we imagine life without this little miracle ,we dare not even think abt that So began my day. A2(my 5 yrs old daughter) did not fuss that day while going to

school, thanks to a good walk the previous evening which ensured that my lil
bundle of energy slept at 9pm.Now thats early by all standards for my lil one
who has so many tasks to accomplish thru out the day. Mother n daughter walked
happily to the gate for the bus, just in time to see the yellow bus coming down
the lane at sharp 7.15 . Dunno how the driver manages to be so accurate with
his timings,not a minute here or there. 
I like this bright yellow colour of the bus,early in the morning it
kinda lights up ur
mood. So A2 went off to school and I resumed my journey back. Early mornings
have  their own charm it's a different
scene from the rest of the day. As I walked to the lift, I was called out by
the building liftman, he had something urgent to say. He informed me that one
of our building maids had lost her 6yrs old son.The boy was missing and had not
returned home since Monday.They had all been looking for him and had put in the
'Missing'complaint at the Police station as well. He then said that the child
was finally found on Tuesday but brutally murdered. It seems that the boy was
lured with chocolates by a man daily.Our lady was not aware of that as she
would be at work. Well, finally the body of the kid was found and it was in
terrible state.A long cut on the front torso split the body into two halves
with vital organs spilling out.  I am told that the kidney is supposedly missing. Now I do not know whether it's a kidney racket at work or was the boy a victim of human sacrifice or physical abuse .The reports in papers say he was sodomised( but the police n media tell their own
versions). Nevertheless, the gruesome murder shook me completely. I was numbed
for the day,more so becoz the loss of a child cannot be justified in any
way.Which human can do such an inhumane thing .I mean, has Humanity gone to the
dogs!!! Are we justified in calling ourselves Humans.No, at the end of the day,
we are just Animals. Even those four legged creatures are more humbler than we .Where
are we heading???  And we call ourselves 'Superior' n 'Intelligent'!!!

I  cannot imagine what that poor maid must be going thru. She is a widow,mind you. Her husband  was our watchman ,who died of TB a few years ago. Was that not enough, that now her son was murdered in such a barbaric way.

Strange are God's ways!!!

The papers carried the gory details the next day. The culprit has not been found yet.The police are looking out. Even if they do find the murderer, no one can bring back the son that the mother has lost.  As a mother, I can only fathom the loss of this woman. There can be no greater pain than losing ur child,that too killed in such a way. May God give her strength n ease her pain. I cannot in any way ease her pain, but I can only pray to the Lord that no mother should ever lose a child like this.
May God always protect our children !!!

 


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Belly Dancing !!!


I had always been fascinated by the Belly Dance as a Dance
form,and longed to do it.Thanx to Shakira and her butt-shaking, and fitness
becoming a daily dose for me,I decided to finally take a class in this oh so
sexy dance form. The idea had been lingering for a while u see,but it was only
when I realized that Belly-dancing would do wonders to my attempts at
maintaining my weight, that I finally enrolled myself.  And for all those women out there who want to
explore the WOMAN in you, this is the place to be. It is the class that will
make u feel uber sexy abt urself. Just think abt the lovely moves that your
body makes,which ordinarily you wudnt dream of doing. It brings abt the
feminity in you which we do not rejoice in our day to day lives. Yes, it makes
you feel like a woman alright, but not as much as it taxes you with all the
gyrations. Oh yes, its tough, needs a lot of stamina to perform, n keeps you
asking for more. And it is a task getting your booty to shake like that.But Im
looking at all the calories Im losing all the way.Two classes down, Im feeling
nicer,more shapely n happening.Talk abt giving urself a dose of
self-confidence.Not that I lacked it anyway, but this class has made me
discover a side of me which I didn't know.



Its not about the belly only,this form works on isolating
different muscle groups and making them work for you. So all in all, you are
excercising your whole body. It's a lot of co-ordinatination too. Quite an
exhilarating experience. Just think of all the calories you burn in a one hour
session. For a fitness freak, this is an interesting way to keep fit; for the
Dance enthusiast-it's a great dance form.But for me, Im doing it for myself.
And yes to surprise Hubby dear soon. Im sure he'll faint with sheer disbelief
at first, though later ..God save me!!!



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A ride in the Taxi


Today was one of those days when u got up to find a rainy
day ahead. With the sky in shades of grey, it just doesn't take much longer to
have those shades come over your own mood. Also with kids at home, cant hit the
Gym to toss off that gloom either. So there goes my workout!!! Afternoon
arrives and I get ready to drop A1(that's my son) for his class.Not in any mood
to drive  n brave the Mumbai flooding, I
decide to take the ever available Taxi. Also since I'm already running late,its
better to leave the driving n swearing to another person.As I hail a cab and
get into it, I notice a neighbour also waiting for a cab. The Taxi driver
noticed that I know the people,so tells me, "Madam,ask them where they wish to
go n we can drop them there" .Surprised by the gesture,I politely ask the lady
where she's heading to. She replies that she's going someplace which is ahead
of my destination. I inform her that I could getoff at my destination and she
can take the cab further.But she tells me to carry on and that she'l find
another cab.At this the Taxi driver tells me-'Madam,you did ur bit of helping
them out ,now don't go further.If they do not wish to share the cab, you
shoudnt bother abt it'.  I settled into
the cab n we moved.The man then started to talk with me.Generally Im the
talkative types and initiate conversations with just abt anyone n anywhere. But
today, in my gloomy mood,I did not wish to indulge in any talks. I could see he
was trying to talk with me, a lil more tham nost taxi drivers will do.Mind you,
our cabbies come in all sorts, but many prefer to keep their mouths shut.This
one seemed too eager to converse,so I let him do most of the conversing,while I
put in my lil 'Hmms n Ohs'.He started off saying that 'Bhalai ka Zamana nahi
hai.Hum kisi ki madat karna chaahte hain par log hamein galat samajhte hain.
Par hum ne accha kaam karte rehna chahiye, kyuonki Bhagwaan toh dekh hi rahaa
hai.Ab aap ke pehchaan waale agar aap ke saath jaana nahin chahte to koi baat
nahi. Aapne apna farz pura kar liya unhe poochkar.Baki rahi unki marzi !!".
Then he went on to another topic."Madam, paani ke bina to hum jeevit nahin reh
sakte.Lekin bahut zyaada paani bhi jeevan ko khatm kar deta hai.Ab jab baadh
(floods) aati hai toh sab nasht ho jaata hai na???  Initially I thought he was a lil not
normal(Im sorry,but I did feel like that when he started talking), but then I
saw that he was speaking philosophy.  The
man then turned to another topic. Said, "Jab koi baadh ya beemari mein log
marte hain to log sochhte hain ki marne waale ne koi bade paap kiye honge, par
aisaa nahin hai. Takleef to sabhi par aati hai. Humein kisi ko buraa nahin
kehna chahiye,kuon madam, baraabar baat hai naa??  And he turned and smiled.I liked this bit of
nicety coming from this man,not  more
than 35yrs old.He was not a teacher,nor a leader or a highly educated
person,and yet he had his thought processes working  in the right manner. Within a span of 5
minutes he passed on his positive outlook to me. How I cringed at myself for
judging him as not normal in the beginning. And there he had proved that being
an ordinary taxi driver didn't make him any lesser human than I was. And so I
decided to speak something positive every day and pass on that positive feel to
someone else n let him take it from there. Sometimes all it takes is a Smile to
pass on a nice n happy feeling to someone. U may never know how u may have
touched that person's life, but what have u got to lose. The Taxi driver has
struck a chord in me. May God bless him n his family and may he keep on
touching people's lives the way he did mine.





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Survival in Bombay


Life in Mumbai aptly means  “Survival of the
fittest”.  One is constantly trying to squeeze n make a place,and in the
bargain elbowing one,shoving another ,pushing a third behind or finally
tripping someone in order to get ahead.How else do we see it now. And some
will lie,cheat,do anything to get you out of the way. And as though living here
isn't stressful enough, we have the daily commuting to stress about. Driving in
the island city is a feat by itself. As they say-if you can drive in Bombay, u can drive
anywhere in the world. You meet all sorts on the roads. The cabbies will teach
you how to survive.They can irritate you, frustrate you till you feel like
pulling your and their hair out. I often wonder why do I seem to use the
choicest  of  words when in my driving seat. Mind u,Im the
most level headed, chilled out gal otherwise.However,get me in the driver's
seat n its like my 'Split'
personality taking over. I will grunt n gnarl n hiss n growl ..ufff its an
energy drain there. And there are those days when you are already late n u  seem to get the red lights at all the Signals
as though the Traffic lights are telling you-Cmon,lets see what u do now. And
as the lights turn green, people are ready to fly. If you want to know the
personality of a person,just watch him drive; you'll get ur clues .

  Too many cars,too narrow roads,it aint getting
better by the day. I wonder,if it hadn't been for the British with their well-planned
city infrastructure n roads, what would have been the situation here. Thanks to
auto loans, bikes n cars are just too many. Add to that  the disposable income that has made families own 'one-car-per-family member', a norm. And now we have the much-awaited 'Nano'
making its appearance in September. Much as I'd like to own the 'cute' car, it
makes me shudder just thinking abt the Traffic situation after the debut of the Nano.

    Driving about the city is a task, but another daunting issue is Parking. The only service that
seems to be  highly efficient in Bombay is the Towing service. I know you'll agree with me on that one. Just try parking you car in a zone that DOES NOT have a 'No-parking' sign ,and in seconds ur cars gone. It works,believe me. Well if it can get towed from a zone where theres no sign at all, then it goes without saying that it has to get towed from a 'No-parking' zone. And if you r lucky enuf to get a place to park in a parking lot, be ready to shell out Rs.50 to pay the MRTDC
guy who will happily fit ur car somewhere in the jigsaw-puzzle-like lot.
Well, this is  how one survives in this city. The weak get tough, and the Tough get tougher here. U
learn ur way around, u have to.Coz if u don't, u'll get trampled upon.

Ciaooo,
Niki

 

 


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