Monday, July 05, 2010

25 Random Things About Me, it was long due....


1. I am a bloody “Hindi Mediumite” as my mates used to call me; I still can’t grasp an English Song or a Movie so easily.

2. What I like most about myself is my self belief against all odds.

3. I am draping ladies worldwide in Ethnic Indian Wear; I never thought or planned of this.

4. I am not a religious person, but I am a strong devotee of Lord Venkateshwara of TIRUPATI.

5. I have not visited a saloon in past 6 years; I tonsure my head at Tirupati every six month.

6. One of my best experiences of life was when I was taken to an old graveyard in the dark midnight by my Guru to get rid of my fears of Unknown. Thanks Tudu.

7. Thing I don’t like about myself is that I can not last impression in first meeting.

8. I have a very faint memory of my childhood when I was bitten by a snake; I can still visualize a very faint picture of it, though I was a toddler then. My doc says it’s unusual.

9. Sometime I feel like to Quit India, but it’s only sometime.

10. I love tennis, more than cricket.

11. I am a movie buff; I made a short but complete movie titled “How to wear a saree”. I made it for my clients though it was an amateur attempt but I am proud of it.

12. I’ve been interviewed few months back by some unknown podcasting website; I gave it just to get a feel of being interviewed.

13. I am a designer by accident; I myself am very badly dressed person.

14. I am a workaholic; I work almost 18 hours a day.

15. I am completely a foodie, love good cuisines and sometime loves cooking too.

16. One thing I really miss is travelling. I just love going places unheard and unexplored but this routine life seldom gives me chance. I am soon backpacking for a LEH trip on a bike.

17. I have this new passion of collecting DVD’s and my proud possessions are Malgudi Days and Swami. I have almost 100 DVD’s in my collection of different genre.

18. My favorite quote: Every morning deep in Africa a gazelle wakes up, it knows it must run faster than the fastest lion otherwise it would be killed to death. Every morning deep in Africa a lion wakes up, it knows it must outrun the slowest of the gazelle otherwise it would be starved to death. So it doesn’t matter weather you are a gazelle or a lion, the bottom-line is when sun comes up better be running.

19. I don’t believe in astrology, it is for faint hearted people. Sometime I feel, maybe its the otherway round, a non believer of astrology can be a faint hearted.

20. I am strongly influenced by my grandfather; he was a Gandhian and was a true social reformist. He once brought a Child Widow to our home and gave her a room to live until he got her remarried, I was a kid then but now I realize how courageous he was.

21. My wife is the most beautiful and blessed thing happened to me. She is a true Soul mate, incidentally I was reading “The Bridge Across Forever” when I got engaged and I knew she was the one, it was an arranged marriage and I said “Yes” without even meeting her.

22. My long cherished dream is of Bungee Jumping.

23. I feel, I am not a very strong willed person. I am indecisive sometime and I always remember one of my teachers word “Don’t say Yes when you want to say No” after uttering Yes for a No.

24. Another dream is to own a BEETLE car. I don’t know but I love to have one.

25. I am overall a good fellow at heart and it took me almost 3 days to come to complete this list. It’s not an impromptu attempt.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Entrepreneur, My Foot.....

Its just another brush with the corrupt Indian system and I am really sorry if I sound pessimist or negative and I promise I will not reiterate the bloody "Lets change the system and disallow the Chalta Hai attitude" kind of punch lines, I am sick of it and this is not going to change.

Here is the summary:
1. There is a Govt. policy called TUFs, which gives subsidies loan to entrepreneurs who wants to start something which involved up gradation of technology in Apparel industry.
2. I planned an Embroidery Unit recently and I applied for a loan of Rs. 1000000.
3. The Govt. Subsidy would have saved me around 1.5 lac at the successful completion of the project.
4. I applied for a loan, which required something to mortgage.
5. I booked the order with a Chinese company and also started my funding preparations assuming everything going to be well & OK.

Bloody, I again forgot that I live in India. The bank officials after taking much time informed me that the mortgage I am providing is not enough as per their valuation so instead I need to put a fixed deposit of 50% of the actual loan amount with them and then they will process the application. The machines arrived on Mumbai port and the pressure was mounting up, I arranged the money somehow and after killing some more time they replied it’s not enough, since there are many cases of defaults and other lame excuses. They now wants a 100% fixed deposit of the actual loan amount I need [it’s not a joke, its true], the demurrage at port was mounting, my machine vendor was threatening of cancelling the order and eating up the advances I paid. I ended up at the doors of local money lenders, now the things are settled but I have spent more then the subsidy I am going to get out of this Loan.
So where I went wrong....

Actually, there are so many touts masquerading as CA's and Financial Consultants. They work as an agent for the bank and its managers and they charge a fix percentage of the loan you require for these kinds of schemes and this share goes to the whole system, from topmost Officials/Politicians to the bottom of the line. In my case had I paid a 7% of the total loan as fee [Rs.70000] to the agent, my home would have valued at whatever they want and the loan would have been sanctioned and this Rs.70000 would have been shared by the whole system.

As I was coming out of the bank manager's room, he said," Mr.Gandhi, I appreciate your efforts and entrepreneurs like you are the need of the hour for our economy". I smiled and said Entrepreneur, My Foot.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Day I will never forget...........


This is a priceless piece of live account of the event I found, I am posting it here for all to read. This will open your eyes, as how coward we really are. This artical was written by KANCHAN GUPTA who was an officer with Indian PMO at the time the event took place.

Was it really an ‘abject surrender’ by the NDA Government? [Kandhar Hijack "Shame of the nation"]

There have been innumerable communal riots in India, nearly all of them in States ruled by the Congress at the time of the violence, yet everybody loves to pretend that blood was shed in the name of religion for the first time in Gujarat in 2002 and that the BJP Government headed by Mr Narendra Modi must bear the burden of the cross.Similarly, nobody remembers the various incidents of Indian Airlines aircraft being hijacked when the Congress was in power at the Centre, the deals that were struck to rescue the hostages, and the compromises that were made at the expense of India’s dignity and honour. But everybody remembers the hijacking of IC 814 and nearly a decade after the incident, many people still hold the BJP-led NDA Government responsible for the ‘shameful’ denouement. The Indian Airlines flight from Kathmandu to New Delhi, designated IC 814, with 178 passengers and 11 crew members on board, was hijacked on Christmas eve, 1999, a short while after it took-off from Tribhuvan International Airport; by then, the aircraft had entered Indian airspace. Nine years later to the day, with an entire generation coming of age, it would be in order to recall some facts and place others on record. In 1999 I was serving as an aide to Prime Minister Atal Bihari Vajpayee in the PMO, and I still have vivid memories of the tumultuous week between Christmas eve and New Year’s eve. Mr Vajpayee had gone out of Delhi on an official tour; I had accompanied him along with other officials of the PMO. The hijacking of IC 814 occurred while we were returning to Delhi in one of the two Indian Air Force Boeings which, in those days, were used by the Prime Minister for travel within the country. Curiously, the initial information about IC 814 being hijacked, of which the IAF was believed to have been aware, was not communicated to the pilot of the Prime Minister’s aircraft. As a result, Mr Vajpayee and his aides remained unaware of the hijacking till reaching Delhi. This caused some amount of controversy later. It was not possible for anybody else to have contacted us while we were in midair. It’s strange but true that the Prime Minister of India would be incommunicado while on a flight because neither the ageing IAF Boeings nor the Air India Jumbos, used for official travel abroad, had satellite phone facilities. By the time our aircraft landed in Delhi, it was around 7:00 pm, a full hour and 40 minutes since the hijacking of IC 814. After disembarking from the aircraft in the VIP bay of Palam Technical Area, we were surprised to find National Security Adviser Brajesh Mishra waiting at the foot of the ladder. He led Mr Vajpayee aside and gave him the news. They got into the Prime Minister’s car and it sped out of the Technical Area. Some of us followed Mr. Vajpayee to Race Course Road, as was the normal routine.On our way to the Prime Minister’s residence, colleagues in the PMO provided us with the basic details. The Kathmandu-Delhi flight had been commandeered by five hijackers (later identified as Ibrahim Athar, resident of Bahawalpur, Shahid Akhtar Sayed, Gulshan Iqbal, resident of Karachi, Sunny Ahmed Qazi, resident of Defence Area, Karachi, Mistri Zahoor Ibrahim, resident of Akhtar Colony, Karachi, and Shakir, resident of Sukkur City) at 5:20 pm; there were 189 passengers and crew members on board; and that the aircraft was heading towards Lahore.At the Prime Minister’s residence, senior Ministers and Secretaries had already been summoned for an emergency meeting. Mr Mishra left for the crisis control room that had been set up at Rajiv Bhavan. In between meetings, Mr Vajpayee instructed his personal staff to cancel all celebrations planned for December 25, his birthday. The Cabinet Committee on Security met late into the night as our long vigil began.Meanwhile, we were informed that the pilot of IC 814 had been denied permission to land at Lahore airport. With fuel running low, he was heading for Amritsar. Officials at Raja Sansi Airport were immediately alerted and told to prevent the plane from taking off after it had landed there.The hijacked plane landed at Amritsar and remained parked on the tarmac for nearly 45 minutes. The hijackers demanded that the aircraft be refuelled. The airport officials ran around like so many headless chickens, totally clueless about what was to be done in a crisis situation. Desperate calls were made to the officials at Raja Sansi Airport to somehow stall the refuelling and prevent the plane from taking off. The officials just failed to respond with alacrity. At one point, an exasperated Jaswant Singh, if memory serves me right, grabbed the phone and pleaded with an official, “Just drive a heavy vehicle, a fuel truck or a road roller or whatever you have, onto the runway and park it there.” But all this was to no avail.The National Security Guards, whose job it is to deal with hostage situations, were alerted immediately after news first came in of IC 814 being hijacked; they were reportedly asked to stand by for any emergency. The Home Ministry was again alerted when it became obvious that after being denied permission to land at Lahore, the pilot was heading towards Amritsar.Yet, despite IC 814 remaining parked at Amritsar for three-quarters of an hour, the NSG commandos failed to reach the aircraft. There are two versions as to why the NSG didn’t show up: First, they were waiting for an aircraft to ferry them from Delhi to Amritsar; second, they were caught in a traffic jam between Manesar and Delhi airport. The real story was never known!The hijackers, anticipating commando action, first stabbed a passenger, Rupin Katyal (he had gone to Kathmandu with his newly wedded wife for their honeymoon; had they not extended their stay by a couple of days, they wouldn’t have been on the ill-fated flight) to show that they meant business, and then forced the pilot to take off from Amritsar. With almost empty fuel tanks, the pilot had no other option but to make another attempt to land at Lahore airport. Once again he was denied permission and all the lights, including those on the runway, were switched off. He nonetheless went ahead and landed at Lahore airport, showing remarkable skill and courage.Mr Jaswant Singh spoke to the Pakistani Foreign Minister and pleaded with him to prevent the aircraft from taking off again. But the Pakistanis would have nothing of it (they wanted to distance themselves from the hijacking so that they could claim later that there was no Pakistan connection) and wanted IC 814 off their soil and out of their airspace as soon as possible. So, they refuelled the aircraft after which the hijackers forced the pilot to head for Dubai.At Dubai, too, officials were reluctant to allow the aircraft to land. It required all the persuasive skills of Mr Jaswant Singh and our then Ambassador to UAE, Mr KC Singh, to secure landing permission. There was some negotiation with the hijackers through UAE officials and they allowed 13 women and 11 children to disembark. Rupin Katyal had by then bled to death. His body was offloaded. His widow remained a hostage till the end.On the morning of December 25, the aircraft left Dubai and headed towards Afghanistan. It landed at Kandahar Airport, which had one serviceable runway, a sort of ATC and a couple of shanties. The rest of the airport was in a shambles, without power and water supply, a trophy commemorating the Taliban’s rule.On Christmas eve, after news of the hijacking broke, there was stunned all-round silence. But by noon on December 25, orchestrated protests outside the Prime Minister’s residence began, with women beating their chests and tearing their clothes. The crowd swelled by the hour as the day progressed.Ms Brinda Karat came to commiserate with the relatives of the hostages who were camping outside the main gate of 7, Race Course Road. In fact, she became a regular visitor over the next few days. There was a steady clamour that the Government should pay any price to bring the hostages back home, safe and sound. This continued till December 30.One evening, the Prime Minister asked his staff to let the families come in so that they could be told about the Government’s efforts to secure the hostages’ release. By then negotiations had begun and Mullah Omar had got into the act through his ‘Foreign Minister’, Muttavakil. The hijackers wanted 36 terrorists, held in various Indian jails, to be freed or else they would blow up the aircraft with the hostages.No senior Minister in the CCS was willing to meet the families. Mr Jaswant Singh volunteered to do so. He asked me to accompany him to the canopy under which the families had gathered. Once there, we were literally mobbed. He tried to explain the situation but was shouted down. “We want our relatives back. What difference does it make to us what you have to give the hijackers?” a man shouted. “We don’t care if you have to give away Kashmir,” a woman screamed and others took up the refrain, chanting: “Kashmir de do, kuchh bhi de do, hamare logon ko ghar wapas lao.” Another woman sobbed, “Mera beta… hai mera beta…” and made a great show of fainting of grief. To his credit, Mr Jaswant Singh made bold to suggest that the Government had to keep the nation’s interest in mind, that we could not be seen to be giving in to the hijackers, or words to that effect, in chaste Hindi. That fetched him abuse and rebuke. “Bhaand me jaaye desh aur bhaand me jaaye desh ka hit. (To hell with the country and national interest),” many in the crowd shouted back. Stumped by the response, Mr Jaswant Singh could merely promise that the Government would do everything possible. I do not remember the exact date, but sometime during the crisis, Mr Jaswant Singh was asked to hold a Press conference to brief the media. While the briefing was on at the Press Information Bureau hall in Shastri Bhavan, some families of the hostages barged in and started shouting slogans. They were led by one Sanjiv Chibber, who, I was later told, was a ‘noted surgeon’: He claimed six of his relatives were among the hostages.Dr Chibber wanted all 36 terrorists named by the hijackers to be released immediately. He reminded everybody in the hall that in the past terrorists had been released from prison to secure the freedom of Ms Rubayya Sayeed, daughter of Mufti Mohammed Sayeed, while he was Home Minister in VP Singh’s Government. “Why can’t you release the terrorists now when our relatives are being held hostage?” he demanded. And then we heard the familiar refrain: “Give away Kashmir, give them anything they want, we don’t give a damn.”On another evening, there was a surprise visitor at the PMO: The widow of Squadron Leader Ajay Ahuja, whose plane was shot down during the Kargil war. She insisted that she should be taken to meet the relatives of the hostages. At Race Course Road, she spoke to mediapersons and the hostages’ relatives, explaining why India must not be seen giving in to the hijackers, that it was a question of national honour, and gave her own example of fortitude in the face of adversity.“She has become a widow, now she wants others to become widows. Who is she to lecture us? Yeh kahan se aayi?” someone shouted from the crowd. Others heckled her. The young widow stood her ground, displaying great dignity and courage. As the mood turned increasingly ugly, she had to be led away. Similar appeals were made by others who had lost their sons, husbands and fathers in the Kargil war that summer. Col Virendra Thapar, whose son Lt Vijayant Thapar was martyred in the war, made a fervent appeal for people to stand united against the hijackers. It fell on deaf ears. The media made out that the overwhelming majority of Indians were with the relatives of the hostages and shared their view that no price was too big to secure the hostages’ freedom. The Congress kept on slyly insisting, “We are with the Government and will support whatever it does for a resolution of the crisis and to ensure the safety of the hostages. But the Government must explain its failure.” Harkishen Singh Surjeet and other Opposition politicians issued similar ambiguous statements.By December 28, the Government’s negotiators had struck a deal with the hijackers: They would free the hostages in exchange of three dreaded terrorists — Maulana Masood Azhar, Mushtaq Ahmed Zargar and Ahmed Omar Sheikh — facing various charges of terrorism.The CCS met frequently, several times a day, and discussed the entire process threadbare. The Home Minister, the Defence Minister and the Foreign Minister, apart from the National Security Adviser and the Prime Minister, were present at every meeting. The deal was further fine-tuned, the Home Ministry completed the necessary paper work, and two Indian Airlines aircraft were placed on standby to ferry the terrorists to Kandahar and fetch the hostages.On December 31, the two aircraft left Delhi airport early in the morning. Mr Jaswant Singh was on board one of them. Did his ministerial colleagues know that he would travel to Kandahar? More important, was the Prime Minister aware of it? The answer is both yes and no.Mr Jaswant Singh had mentioned his decision to go to Kandahar to personally oversee the release of hostages and to ensure there was no last-minute problem. He was honour-bound to do so, he is believed to have said, since he had promised the relatives of the hostages that no harm would come their way. It is possible that nobody thought he was serious about his plan. It is equally possible that others turned on him when the ‘popular mood’ and the Congress turned against the Government for its ‘abject surrender’.On New Year’s eve, the hostages were flown back to Delhi. By New Year’s day, the Government was under attack for giving in to the hijackers’ demand! Since then, this ‘shameful surrender’ is held against the NDA and Mr Jaswant Singh is painted as the villain of the piece.Could the Kandahar episode have ended any other way? Were an Indian aircraft to be hijacked again, would we respond any differently? Not really. As a nation we do not have the guts to stand up to terrorism. We cannot take hits and suffer casualties. We start counting our dead even before a battle has been won or lost. We make a great show of honouring those who die on the battlefield and lionise brave hearts of history, but we do not want our children to follow in their footsteps.We are, if truth be told, a nation of cowards who don’t have the courage to admit their weakness but are happy to blame a well-meaning politician who, perhaps, takes his regimental motto of ‘Izzat aur Iqbal’ rather too seriously. Written by Kanchan Gupta.

Monday, December 29, 2008

"The Luck Factor"

Hi All,
Writing after a very very long gap, been very busy with life. i found this really nice piece of writing somewhere, posting it here for a great reading:

I set out to examine luck, 10 years ago. Why are some people always in the right place at the right time, while others consistently experience ill fortune? I placed advertisements in national newspapers asking for people who felt consistently lucky or unlucky to contact me. Hundreds of extraordinary men and women volunteered for my research and over the years, have been interviewed by me. I have monitored their lives and had them take part in experiments. The results reveal that although these people have almost no insight into the causes of their luck, their thoughts and behaviour are responsible for much of their good and bad fortune. Take the case of seemingly chance opportunities. Lucky people consistently encounter such opportunities, whereas unlucky people do not. I carried out a simple experiment to discover whether this was due to differences in their ability to spot such opportunities. I gave both lucky and unlucky people a newspaper, and asked them to look through it and tell me how many photographs were inside. I had secretly placed a large message halfway through the newspaper saying: 'Tell the experimenter you have seen this and win $50'. This message took up half of the page and was written in type that was more than two inches high. It was staring everyone straight in the face, but the unlucky people tended to miss it and the lucky people tended to spot it. Unlucky people are generally more tense than lucky people, and this anxiety disrupts their ability to notice the unexpected. As a result, they miss opportunities because they are too focused on looking for something else. They go to parties intent on finding their perfect partner and so miss opportunities to make good friends. They look through newspapers determined to find certain types of job advertisements and miss other types of jobs. Lucky people are more relaxed and open, and therefore see what is there rather than just what they are looking for. My research eventually revealed that lucky people generate good fortune via four principles. They are skilled at creating and noticing chance opportunities, make lucky decisions by listening to their intuition, create self-fulfilling prophesies via positive expectations, and adopt a resilient attitude that transforms bad luck into good. I wondered towards the end of the work, whether these principles could be used to create good luck. I asked a group of volunteers to spend a month carrying out exercises designed to help them think and behave like a lucky person. Dramatic results! These exercises helped them spot chance opportunities, listen to their intuition, expect to be lucky, and be more resilient to bad luck. One month later, the volunteers returned and described what had happened. The results were dramatic: 80 per cent of people were now happier, more satisfied with their lives and, perhaps most important of all, luckier. The lucky people had become even luckier and the unlucky had become lucky. Finally, i had found the elusive 'luck factor'. Here are four top tips for becoming lucky: 1) Listen to your gut instincts ^ they are normally right. 2) Be open to new experiences and breaking your normal routine. 3) Spend a few moments each day remembering things that went well. 4) Visualise yourself being lucky before an important meeting or telephone call. Have a Lucky day and work for it. The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.

Hugs

Adi

Sunday, November 04, 2007

For those who missed Khalid's Review of NO SMOKING




Hi All,



Writing after a loooooooooooong Gap. I was so lazy all these days, busy with business. Anyway, the recent Blah Blah Blah between Anurag Kashyap and Khalid Mehmood made me so curious about NO SMOKING. No I will not give you any more review of this Movie, actually I am in a dilemma. If I say I did not even understand the movie at all, I feel guilty of not being a part of neo intelligent system bashing CULT. If I say It was a classic movie and a great effort by Anurag, I will again feel guilty as it was a loser at systems barometer.



Anyway, whatever, but I really loved the way Khalid took his revenge, so this is here again who missed what actaully he wrote in his review:



No Smoking Cast: John Abraham, Ayesha Takia, Filter Tips, Ash TraysDirection: Sir Anurag KashyapRating: *



Great, wonderful, superb, just too creative for words. Sheer genius. Now, we must all stand up, salute and go wah-wah-wah for Anurag Kashyap, who writes blockbuster blogs and classic movies. He’s genius, maan, pure genius. He’ll make a Kaagaz ke Phoolpatti yet. Or at least an Anurag India. Or how about a Kashyap-e-Azam?
I mean he pays homage to the director of Cabaret (Bob Fosse) when he makes a woman sing in the voice of Adnan Sami. Shudder. Kashyap reads and sees movies, you know, so he’s very knowledgeable. He can even say critics are something that go down the flush every morning, that they are seven-letter-words beginning with F and ending with S. But aren’t we all?
Aaah, so lovely, beautiful, Kashyap has now written and directed No Smoking. In this John Abraham, with his Gulzar-like stubble, smokes ciggies, bathes in a tub, visits a weird Undergroundpur for a cure (for smoking, not bathing sillies) and argues with Ranvir Shorey who plays cross-eyed, a first in cinema history – an actor goes kaania, bhenga, whatever.


Too in-depth man, too in-depth, puffing, driving, the sex act, the sex act, fingers being chopped. Kcuf, kcuf.. what’s happening out here? You can’t make out, you don’t care, and you’re fed up of the affectations, the self-indulgence, and the fact that you even bothered to see this Dhumrapan Nishedh bandhi which tells you about Socrates, Plato and then goes Do be Do. I swear on Sinatra’s head. Hey, Kashy actually hears retro-music and wants us to know. Niiice.
Gee, the movie’s so unusual, unconventional and daring. It’s an original guys, original. Get me a double whisky yaar. Gotta celebrate. It’s so very much like Stephen King’s story Quitters’ Inc. which featured as a part of the Cat’s Eye horror movie way back in 1985. What to do Sir Genius? We Idiotic Reviewers, FOOLS, Scum of the Earth, watch DVDs too.
And yes, we actually say Abraham sir still has to LEARN the Ka Kha Ga (read A B C) of acting, Ayesha Takia has to stop looking plump.
Sir Kashyap, your genius is blinding. Thank you for Quitters’ Inc which you have set in Mumbai and Siberia. And if you ask me, at this very point, I don’t want to quit smoking. I want to quit Kashyaping. See a Bhojpuri or a Blogpuri movie. Just don’t do this to me sir, please, don’t. The rest of the world needs your brain. Ulp, I don’t.



Honestly, I am still trying to figure out the movie despite being a movie buff myself.



Hugs



Adi

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Apne Kheto Se Bichadne Ki Saza Paata Hu.....

Posting after a long Gap. Been very busy with work and everything. Writing just to share the pain of not been able to get Harsh into a decent school. I classify schools in three categories:

1. Life Style School: meant for upper strata of society. Monthly Fee ranges around monthly salary of a middle class Indian.
2. Govt. aided Public School: These are the most sought schools, most of the missionaries schools comes under this. The fee are very low as these schools gets grant from Govt.
3. Govt. School: No one dares to enter into these except lower class public of India.

I will not go deeper into the details of these schools. I tried for 2nd category and found out that as usual everything is bribed and before I could bid for my child's place someone other had won the auction with a higher bid.

I am from a very small hamlet of Rajasthan and I never faced these kind of situation ever. These are the big city's blues and one has to face it. But frankly speaking what do I do, I offered bribe to the concerned authority to my maximum capacity but for them I was not able to get into the merit.

ADi

Friday, October 20, 2006

"Quit India"



"Quit India" I first came across in my history books while in school. Then second thought came acroos reading this magazine, I shrug it off as I love my country. Once somewhere in his album the music god "Rehman" said "do not accept CHALTA HAI attitude, fight for your right". Then came RDB [Rang De Basanti], my other god "Aamir" said let's change it our way.
I was totally overwhelmed, but somewhere deep in my heart I am really being overpowered by a mere thought "QUIT INDIA", here is yet another reason:
Yesterday my wife called me up on my mobile and informed me that the post man was there and had informed that there is a big parcel for us and since it is heavy he will not deliver it and I will have to collect it from post office for myself. I thought "Chalta hai" and went all the way [20 Kms far] to post office, after explaining to five peoples, I was sent to "saab". He informed me very calmly "Come tommorow", I said, sir I travelled 20 Kms to collect it so please deliver it today. He looked at me and said we have staff problem and there is no one to find out where your parcel is so come tommorow. Post office premices was not too big, I noticed my big parcel lying there. I requested once again to tobbacco chewing "Saab" pointing to my parcel, he said so what, but there is no one to deliver it to you. I explained, I will pick it up and give me the signing slip and will do the formalities. Here one other fellow, barked "Saab has already told you to come tommorow, so why you are arguing". Two of the staff were sitting outside, killing time. I came out and explained them, one of them laughed and told me "Saab is in good mood, thats why he told you to come tommorow otherwise it takes a week time". I was feeling weak, I came back home. Next day I again travelled back to post office, After few usual hassles the parcel was given to me. Here I thought about RDB and my god "Aamir" and thought about "let's change it our way". After taking delivery of the parcel, I getly asked for the complain book. "Saab" stared for few moment and gave me nod and said "yeah, we do have one". He forwarded it towards me and offered me a pen and said "See young man, here is the complain book and you are free to lodge anything you want but remember now onward you may miss many of your mails and many may get lost in transit, and many may not reach you at all. We will not be responsible for anything". The words were so gentle but had a threat in it, I thought for a second and got his point. I dropped the idea of lodging a complain, and gave back the pen and book to "Saab". On my way back I heard them Laughing "Saal, shikayat karega."
Dear GOD, the thought of QUIT INDIA is over powering my inner love towards my motherland. Lets see how may days, weeks, months, years I can resist myself.
Hugs
ADI

Sunday, August 06, 2006

"First day in School"



I consider this a classic picture, it was Harsh's first day in school. After few very doting years under family umbrella, he wents out to the world. You can see the expressions, the innocence and the wide eyed "Here I come attitude". I can not visualise my own first day in my school but I can say surely anyone can relate their own with this classic picture.

Friday, June 16, 2006

"Dogs and Indians are not allowed"

Dogs and Indians are not allowed; I heard this phrase for the first time in a Hindi movie titled “Mard”, then I came to know that in colonial era many British Raj offices and clubs used to have this board outside their gates. Now I want to put this board outside my Webstore, but eBay policies stops me from doing this. Well you might find it strange but I really feel like putting this board outside my webstore and I have strong reasons to back my feelings, and here is why:

Roughly 10% of my total gross sales come from resident Indian buyers, 75% are westerner and 15% are Non Resident Indians. Now first 10% of sales seldom get completed as many of the buyers are new to online buying and are very cautious, and I take it very normally as being an Indian myself, I Understand their psyche. 75% of sales which comes from my western buyers, and I don’t have single instance where a sales goes uncompleted, and based on my personal experiences I can easily conclude that the morality is very high among westerner, they are very honest and simple. Now the remaining part the 15% which comprises of NRI’s [Non Resident Indians], they feel they are the supreme, no matter they are filling gas at some remote station of US of A. They consider every Indian product as cheap and every Indian person a cheaper. Their modus operandi is very simple, they will buy something from you store after a good bargaining, they will pay promptly and you feel it was a good dream sale. But this dream turns to a nightmare when you get a mail telling you that the product is not good and quality is very poor and they want their money back otherwise they will complain to PAYPAL or eBay authorities and threatens you to put a negative remark on your feedback page, and you succumb to their blackmailing. Latest entry in this list is Maansi Shah from US of A. She did the same thing. She wanted a sari for some marriage party and contacted me, and closed a deal on my eBay webstore. She got her sari, she wore it to party [One of my other client in same area told me this later] and after the party was over she lodged a complain with me that sari is very cheap and wants her money back, I succumbed to the blackmail and refunded the money. This is my 28th bad experience and I very strongly feel that eBay should allow me to put a board outside my webstore that, “ DOGS AND INDIANS ARE NOT ALLOWED”.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Flying High...


Well I remember Tudu [my Guru] gave me this book and it taught me the strength of my thoughts, ideas and mind. today I expanded my horizons little more and started my operations in Australia, just remembering the time. " you are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true". Now reached almost worldwide and the new idea has born "Dress Code", will tell you more about it later.

ADi.