tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2684188810356829762024-03-14T07:25:27.818+05:30Insights of RishiRishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-48796091208756675852013-01-24T16:20:00.002+05:302013-01-24T16:20:39.183+05:30Arms - The Ammunition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well built arms are something I always aspired for...and I am glad I am working towards it. Today my arms measure 14 inches circumferencing my biceps & triceps muscles., when curled. I am happy to see the progress but at the same time, I know, there is a long way to go, still... :-)<br />
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-20623817649350486882013-01-16T15:59:00.002+05:302013-01-16T15:59:43.920+05:30Kaayakalp - Mid January 2013 Progress<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Total Body Weight - 62.5 Kgs (April 13 Target - 55 Kgs)</div>
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Body Fats - 28% (April 13 Target - 10% )</div>
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Body Mass Index - 26.4 (April 13 Target - Less Than 24)</div>
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Visceral Fats - 11 (April 13 Target - Less Than 8)</div>
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Resting Metabolism - 1468 (April 13 As high as possible)</div>
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-51589365717560305032013-01-13T18:19:00.000+05:302013-01-13T18:19:13.156+05:30Genpact Russell Investments - Foodathon @ Shahjahaanabad, Old Delhi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well, you all may have seen me dieting these days...but there is other side of me as well...on that side, people call me a - "Psycho Relisher". :-)<br />
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-54745795640289405552013-01-07T20:58:00.002+05:302013-04-14T05:13:25.226+05:30Movies I Watched In 2013<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am back with my so called list...<br />
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Movies I watched in a PVR Auditorium:<br />
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<li>CZ12 (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Table No. 21 (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Matru Ki Bijlee Ka Mandola (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Inkaar (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Race 2 (2 / 5)</li>
<li>David (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Vishwaroop (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Special 26 ( 4 / 5)</li>
<li>Murder 3 (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Kai Po Che (4 / 5)</li>
<li>A Good Day To Die Hard (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Oz: The Great and Powerful</li>
<li>The Attack Of 26 / 11 (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Saheb Biwi Aur Gangster Returns (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>3G (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Olumpus Has Fallen (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>GI Joe: Retaliation (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Himmatwalaa (0 / 5)</li>
<li>Chashm-e-Baddoor (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Oblivion (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Commando: One Man Army (4 / 5)</li>
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Movies I watched on my Laptop:</div>
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<li>Dangerous Ishq (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Arbitrage (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Lawless (4 / 5)</li>
<li>London Paris New-York (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Apparition ( 3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Vow (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Race (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Skyfall ( 4 / 5)....Repeated</li>
<li>Kismat, Love, Paisa, Dilli (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Silent Hill - Revelation (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Zero Dark Thirty (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Django Unchained ( 4.5 / 5)</li>
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-51095373798152881122012-10-15T22:17:00.001+05:302012-10-15T22:17:48.623+05:30Weekend Gateway - Asola Wildlife Sanctuary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A perfect weekend gateway that includes at least 8 to 10 kms of trekking (both ways) in the lush green wildlife sanctuary of Asola, just within 30 kms of Gurgaon. It has some magnificent views around the four crystal clear lakes which includes the lake Bhardwaj, with a sand beach on it. Caution - The place is totally isolated from human population, is full with dangerous terrains & rocky areas and is often considered to be homes of many wildlife creatures and reptiles, mainly snakes. A place only to be visited with a large group...<br />
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-21936647758946098322012-10-02T21:00:00.000+05:302016-10-27T03:34:34.197+05:30My Birthday Celebration In Office<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Presenting a photo blog this time on the official atyaachaar as quoted by my team members who took revenge from me on my birthday celebrated on October 02, 2012 in my office (which was actually on Sunday September 30). This is what happens when a Manager gets caught in a situation where in all his team members prepare to sabotage his designation and still make him feel happy and special :-)...My team literally planned this well in advance, and warned me to carry an extra piece of shirt that day. As such, I removed my shirt (wore a Tshirt inside) while cutting the cake. <br />
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Hardly anyone tasted that two kg cake... :-), which was mostly used for face pasting...<br />
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If Pooja brought liquid chocolates from her home for decorating my overall face as she felt that my shaven head gives her all the more surface area, then Monika gifted me a travel kit to keep my scalp clean and shaven even during my travels. While one of my teams did some research to gift me a Zodiac Shirt and a matching Marks & Spencer Cufflinks, it is evident that the team members organized the celebration in a very thoughtful manner. Thanks to all my team members for a wonderful time...A special thanks to Kunal, Hemant and Ritish for organizing the event. </div>
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Weight - 60.3 Kg</div>
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Body Fat - 26.7%</div>
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BMI - 25.4</div>
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Visceral Fats - 10</div>
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Resting Metabolism - 1437</div>
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<br /></div>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-1078107557575235302012-06-15T09:25:00.000+05:302012-06-15T10:57:16.855+05:30Depth Of Life…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Someone once said – “Rishi, your life has great width but lacks
depth”…</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I was like – what??? Being an
Analyst, my core job is to sail deep in whatever pursuits I am engaged
into. That’s what my professional work
profile demands me to be…However, people still feel, that my personal life lacks
all kinds of depth in it. May be, that’s
because they see lots of buoyancy in it.
Now, what on earth could create such gulfy chasms…?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />For me, the “depth of life” was a term coined by this beautiful lady
who curiously listened to my adventures with female fraternity. She later on became a soul friend of mine
with whom I not only shared almost all of my life events but also created a few
with her too…In-fact, she is the one who created the very first line of this article. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Talking about keeping buoyancy, most people think that I am
a carefree guy with no agenda in life.
That’s because they don’t see me hooked up to anything / anyone. They perceive me as someone who believes in
“no strings attached”, be it relationships or be it anything which creates
gravity. A heat seeking bachelor, who
flirts with everyone and longs for no one.
The fact that I am not even looking a partner to get married even at an
age of thirty three makes others think that I am quite influenced by western civilization. It’s been more than ten years now that I have
been questioned by almost everyone about my singularity. And every time people do so, I choose to
ignore them. That’s because, in my
opinion, people will never understand my philosophy and even if they do, they
will never associate themselves with it. </span><br />
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I think…howsoever wrong I may be, but I think. And therefore, I consider myself a human
being. Else, I would just have been like
other living beings on the planet who mostly are not capable of using their grey
matter and who blindly follow the norms established by others. An ant, for that matter, will only follow the
path of another ant that precedes and hence we have all of them in a single
line afraid of taking paths less travelled.
Anything and everything which gels with masses, has always been termed
as “Normal”. For the rest, like me, they
came up with the caption, “Abnormal”. To
qualify as a human being, I feel one must think and act based on the prudent
wisdom which gets created in one’s mind.
And I am just trying my best to be a human being. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> Let me take you to the territories where people’s perception
reaches even before me. The first and
the foremost thought that comes in the mind of people is that I am not ready to
accept additional responsibility. Even
closest of the close ones think so about me.
Well, I accept that I am bad enough in deciphering my own self many a
times, so being aware of someone else’s life associated with mine seems
daunting. I do value my independence
where in I enjoy being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. But how does it impair my ability to accept
additional responsibility? In fact, it exponentially
magnifies my potential to serve wholeheartedly.
Look into my history and in every phase of my life, you would understand
that I have taken additional responsibilities of many people on my own
shoulders and had executed them to their satisfactory completion. Of-course, my approach towards executing
responsibilities might be harsh, but I don’t pass it on just for the heck of
keeping my shoulders light. Even if I
accept a life time responsibility of taking care of someone who is not even a
part of my existing family, I don’t think, I will surpass it just to enjoy my
freedom and independence. At several
instances, I have exhibited this trait of mine flawlessly and naturally. And I will do so, even till my last
breath. Period. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> The other thing, which most of the people think is that I
have a phobia towards commitment. And
believe me friends; these are the same people who despite of having partners in
their life are consciously seeking others out there, just for the sake of
having momentary pleasures. I really
don’t know what type of commitment they expect me to have within myself. All I understand is that treachery is not
just violation of faith but also betrayal of trust in any relationship. While I am extremely phobic of being
treacherous to anyone, I am not at all afraid of real commitment. Unfortunately, people don’t understand the true
meaning of commitment and hence end up with false relationship. Some false relationships still lasts with
conscious or unconscious ignorance while others break. Most of the people think that just by tying
the knot of marriage, they are free from getting stigmatized as “commitment
phobic”. As if, writing the word
“committed” in a relationship status is quite a fashion these days… </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">:-)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />There are other myths which people like to ponder over
me. Some of them presume that I have
been hurt in an earlier relationship and as such, I am finding it hard to trust
again. Whereas there are quite a few,
who assume that I am concentrating on my career which needs all of my energy to
remain focused. Some feel that I don’t believe in
relationships as they rarely work out and still there are people who like to
surmise that I want to date as many women as possible in the name of finding
the right one. And if that’s not enough,
few joke around that I have sexual problems whereas there are a handful of
people who suspect me of enjoying erotic smorgasbord with as many women as
possible. I don’t even have to go into
each and every detail to classify them as “BULL SHIT”. Those who know me well will easily rule them
out without getting into the nitty-gritties of it. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> So what is it that keeps me away from sailing deep? Haven’t I met the right woman? Well, there is a difference between a “right”
woman and “always right” woman. And I
have met both types of women. The former
are the ones with whom I would like to be associated with, whereas the latter
are the ones, no one would like to be affiliated with. During my college days, I had an alliance with
this girl, with whom I used to study for my MBA Entrance preparation. We were close enough to share our thoughts
and beliefs with each other and at that time, I used to feel that she is the
right person for me. Moreover, we were
best friends too. But somehow, I never
approached her. Not because of the fear
of rejection, but because in a country like India, people ultimately feel that
marriage is the only final destination for a man-woman relationship. And even at that time, I never intended to
get married. She moved on and found her
soul mate with whom she is happily married.
Though I was a bit shaken with her marriage, I never regretted my
decision of not approaching her. Since
then, I met with numerous women, but I never found myself close enough with any
of them to consider them “right” for me.
That was until now, but not anymore… :-)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Now let me dissect the reason why I don’t believe in the
institution called “marriage”. But
before that, let me ask one question to all my readers – what is the basic
ingredient of any relationship? The
answer might differ from people to people.
Some might quote, faith or trust whereas others might come up with
emotions like honesty, respect, forgiveness, friendship, connect, compatibility,
values, patience, passion etc. And I am
not at all ruling out these attributes of relationships. But for me and for few others as well, the
very basic yet essential element of having any relationship is – love. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I won’t glamorize the word too much by
writing vague phrases like love is the only eternal truth in the history of
mankind. Rather I would keep it
simple. For me, love is an attachment
that results from deeply appreciating another person’s attributes like goodness. It is a natural force, which cannot be
controlled under human circumstances.<span style="color: black;"> </span>It does not come with conditions,
stipulations, addendums, or codes. One
can invite love, but he/she cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses
itself. You cannot make someone love
you, nor can you prevent it, for any type of compensation. Love cannot be
imprisoned nor can it be legislated. It is not a substance, not a commodity,
not even a marketable power source. Love has no territory, no borders, no
quantifiable mass or energy output. Love
cannot be turned on as a reward. It cannot be turned off as a punishment. Only
something else pretending to be love can be used as a lure, as a hook, for bait,
imitated, insinuated, but the real deal can never happen if love doesn't spring
freely from the heart. One can buy
loyalty, companionship, attention, perhaps even compassion. Not just that, one can even buy orgasm, sex
partners or for that matter marriage partners as well. However, love is
inherently free and cannot be bought, sold, or traded. It comes, or not, by
grace, of its own will and in its own timing, subject to no human’s planning
& intervention. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> Though
I value my independence narcissistically, I have always been an ardent believer
of Love and Interdependency. Whereas in my
opinion, “marriage” is just a matter for law, rules, courts and property
rights. Marriage price or dowry, alimony and the pre-nuptial agreement, make it
clear that marriage is all about contracts. Marriage has nothing to do with
love. Inversely, love is independent of
marriages. I am not saying that love
cannot happen after / before marriage with your spouse. It certainly can…But then, marriage is not at
all an absolute necessity for anyone to love someone, even if that someone may
be your would to be spouse. People can
still love someone even if they are not married to them. In my opinion, marriage
is just a ceremony created by the society to announce the alliance between a
man and a woman. What follows thereafter
may or may not turn into love. Awfully,
people just follow the societal norm of getting married without even trying to
understand its significance in their life.
I never ever went through any kind of ceremony to announce my
association with my parents. Yet my
parents and I love each other very much.
Our relationship still stands tall, authentic and completely natural. One does not need a ceremonial announcement
to blossom his / her love. As mentioned
earlier, love comes, or not, by grace, of its own will and needs no human’s
planning or intervention like marriage to stand alive. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> I have
seen several friends who got married to people whom they did not love. There are many who left people who seriously
loved them, and got married to others in search of a better life or for that
matter for other reasons and pressures.
Several others got married yet are still searching love in their marital
relationship. A handful number of people
are still looking outside their marital relationship treacherously for
momentary pleasures. I just pity on such
people and consider myself fortunate enough to be a thinker…and of course a
lover too. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> For
me, ever since my childhood, I have consciously declined getting married to
anyone throughout my life, as I don’t feel its absolute necessity. And I would never follow societal norms just
for the heck of it or just because everyone does it. At the same time, I would humbly deny the
remark made by my soul friend, that I lack “depth of life”. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Consciously I might not have a full fledged marital
relationship, but unconsciously I do posses an attachment with her that results
from deeply appreciating her goodness. And
this attachment is not restrained by any societal norms and ceremonial
announcement. Howsoever raw it may
appear to be on the surface of it; the guarantee is that the attachment is pure
and sacred from inside. And that’s where
I swim deep, very very deep in the ocean of life. </span></div>
</div>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-54971207861078680092012-03-09T04:41:00.006+05:302012-03-09T11:40:38.276+05:30Reconciling BMI<div style="text-align: left;">Last December, I still remember how my Sensai Virendra Lautkar reacted when he saw me in Nagpur after 9 years, completely disfigured.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The only words he uttered were – “I did not train you for this.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Don’t show me your face, till you become what you were earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Unexpectedly, you look dead”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And he shut his doors on me where as I was hoping for lovable moments from him as we met after such a long time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suddenly, I realized that my mirror never gave me my correct reflection…</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 252px; " /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I realized that I don’t have time to attend martial arts classes or for that matter attending gym, but there’s nothing that was stopping me from redesigning my plate.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Subsequently, I had a sprout salad that morning and a fruit salad in the evening.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That kind of, relieved me from the mental tension I was going through.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But that was just for a day…where as I had to make this adjustment in my daily lifestyle.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When I came back home at night, the aroma of Pulao & Matar Mushrooms that my sister cooked that day hypnotically attracted me to the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I ended up finishing all that was left in the bowl…This was nothing but a failure…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The very next day I started a fresh with vegetable salad, had Nestle Dahi in the noon and ate veg sub without mayonnaise and sauces in it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when I came back home, I was again attracted to kitchen by the aroma of vermicelli pulao… I ignited the gas stove to make it warm, regained my senses after 5 minutes, smelled the aroma of the pulao, placed the lid on the bowl, switched off the stove and went to my room only to sleep immediately before I get carried away with pulao…he he he…that was like – winning a battle that day.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjSRQlIi7otPm_q-qoA9pwe3-Jz_SQ8bRQYxZe_Q7cNmg4xf3OZAmbXftBZ3lOdTjYsM7PMVFoIQWud8TgUX175jAJQfr61FWU4ct3hvJZRUi7O1JF8FZTyZLPJeXOhZyiiQxqRmNm2Q/s400/healthy-weight-loss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717672231649674690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The very next day, I wrote a message to my sister that she should not cook food for me and should consume everything she cooks for herself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well, well, well…my sister is my sister…when I came back home, there were few aaloo ke paraathe kept in the kitchen…along with a message – “Dieting is not healthy, if you want to lose weight, do it through exercise”…I was extremely irritated by the message but was still left spellbound by the parathas…nonetheless to mention, it was a failure that day too…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then started a battle between me and my poor attitude of kneeling down against the dishes cooked by my sister…sometimes, I won and mostly I lost.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Rather I should put it this way – mostly, I used to win during the day and lose at night when I entered my home…the cycle continued for about a month and one fine day one of my direct reportee in my office noticed that I lost a few centimeters of fats on my belly.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>On March 01<sup>st</sup>, 2012, I weighed 65 Kgs unexpectedly...I lost 3 Kgs in a month’s time…that was the AHA moment for me which charged me up again...<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2O63pJp6OdBOwaxY03HJhUakzZywkC94b02GTAG46EQPZaB0EDwsrmKH4VhoYkK9OuG4ZTCTb6PAHEp5SrZTT-sxxW6s3L3ILRDwcZyWtBchQ73EQKFlCnXZq0BlyLArkFypZGZcz-c/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2O63pJp6OdBOwaxY03HJhUakzZywkC94b02GTAG46EQPZaB0EDwsrmKH4VhoYkK9OuG4ZTCTb6PAHEp5SrZTT-sxxW6s3L3ILRDwcZyWtBchQ73EQKFlCnXZq0BlyLArkFypZGZcz-c/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717672720043562530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px; " /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was motivated for more… The challenge was to find time…I had no clue when will I do it but had a vague idea that I can do it after returning from office at 2 am in the dark…I pulled my track suite the very next day and started jogging.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After about 5 minutes of jogging, unexpectedly I was chased by a dog who got suspicious as to why am I running in the dark…Consequently I had to rush back home in a jet speed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I took a breath of relief the moment I shut the door and decided not to jog in the night anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The very next weekend, I bought an exercise kit and thought to start burning calories at home itself, how so ever small in number they might be.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But then while exercising at home; I broke a few items due to lack of spatial awareness, especially a glass show piece, a fancy alarm watch and a ceramic flower pot that too, in just a week’s time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Funny, isn’t it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday, I noticed I lost a few more inches around my belly which made me a super happy man…but I was not sure if it appears only to me or to others as well…so I shot a few photographs of mine, and sent it to my brother and 3 close friends.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The fact that all of them either use a blackberry or an iPhone, made me sure that I would get a reply immediately…moreover, it was a HOLI-day as well…so I eagerly waited for their responses.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, none of them responded.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By evening, I was upset and restless, partly because of hunger and partly because no one responded.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I slept at 7 in the evening to avoid the feeling of hunger which weakens me from inside.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when I woke up, I actually woke up – meaning, that short nap opened my eyes…I realized, that losing weight is MY goal and it does not matter to others.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Forget about acknowledging or giving feedback, others won’t even pay attention.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I smiled, recollected my narcissism and went on for a 20 minute jog around my place…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">While writing this post, I now have a better understanding that reconciling BMI is more of a mental fight rather than dealing with physical exercises.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It starts with mind and if it has to, it ends in the mind as well.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul><li>Choosing sprouts & fruits over pulaos & parathas</li><li>Dealing with hunger throughout the day</li><li>Controlling your emotions while watching others, relishing mouthwatering food</li><li>Being regular with exercises</li><li>Protecting ourselves from street dogs while jogging at night</li><li>Avoiding the emotions of a caring sister / mother</li><li>Not getting boggled by people who can’t even find a minute to align themselves to my goals</li></ul><p></p> <p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">See – everything listed above are mind games, and one really has to win each of it every day…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIPfYH72csxv87UHc_W-0EPo2DxCBqZ-FUSs8XtuAqa38AP027a7XCvs8O8iBoPJs0ZtGh4ExSdpnOC4nCrFIHoVfDEfefAwunRpHEB6AnMOqcf9h4yRb8N6cZ_-CwUziNuzJGV6bh4U4/s400/Phrenology.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717675845212994370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 243px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And it’s not impossible.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All one needs is a bit of VANITY…and that’s fair…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Next December when I would be meeting my Sensai in Nagpur, I won’t give him the doors to shut on me…Rather; I would take him to Japanese Garden which happens to be my Dojo in Nagpur, and would have a nice sparring with him…Time for a jog now… <span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings">J</span></span></p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-16041829500798884202012-01-01T00:01:00.020+05:302013-01-07T20:54:08.122+05:30Movies I Watched In 2012...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My love for movies continues...<br />
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Movies Watched in Auditoriums:</div>
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<li>Sherlock Holmes - A Game Of Shadows<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> (</span>4 / 5)</li>
<li>Players<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> (3</span> / 5)</li>
<li>Chalees Chaurasi (2 / 5)</li>
<li>Underworld - Awakening 3D (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Coriolanus (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Agneepath (3.5 /5)</li>
<li>Haywire (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Chronicles (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Descendants (4 / 5)</li>
<li>War Horse (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Ek Mai Aur Ek Tu (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Ek Mai Aur Ek Tu (2.5 / 5) Repeated</li>
<li>Ghost Rider: Spirit Of Vengeance (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Artist (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Pan Singh Tomar (5 /5)</li>
<li>John Carter (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Kahaani (4 / 5)</li>
<li>This Means War (4 / 5)</li>
<li>The Iron Lady (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Agent Vinod (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Blood Money (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Wrath Of The Titans (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Hunger Games (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Battleship (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Houseful 2 (2 / 5)</li>
<li>Hate Story (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Avengers (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Vicky Donor (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Jannat 2 (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Tezzz (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Ishaqzaade (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Department (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Men In Black 3 - 3D (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Rowdy Rathore (1.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Snow White & The Huntsman (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Prometheus (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Ferrari Ki Sawari (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Shanghai (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Gangs Of Wassepur (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Teri Meri Kahaani (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Amazing Spiderman (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Bol Bachchan (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Abraham Lincoln : Vampire Hunter (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Cocktail (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Dark Night Rises (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Kya Super Cool Hai Hum (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Ice Age 4 (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Jism 2 (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Total Recall (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Bourne Legacy (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Gangs Of Wassepur 2 (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Ek Tha Tiger (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Expendables 2 (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Finding Nemo 3D (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Shark Nights 3D (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Raaz 3D (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Barfi (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Dredd 3D (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Heroine (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Resident Evil: Retribution (4 / 5)</li>
<li>English Vinglish (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Possession (4 /5)</li>
<li>Makkhi (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Taken 2 (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Bhoot Returns (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Looper (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Premium Rush (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Student Of The Year (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Chakravyuh (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Cloud Atlas (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>1920: Evil Returns (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Skyfall (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Luv Shuv Te Chicken Khurana (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Jab Tak Hai Jaan (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Son Of Sardar (1 / 5)</li>
<li>Life Of Pie 3D (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Talaash (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Khiladi 786 (1 / 5)</li>
<li>The Hobbit 3D (3 / 5)</li>
<li> Dabangg 2 (2 / 5)</li>
<li>Jack Reacher (4 / 5)</li>
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Movies Watched on Laptop:</div>
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<li>Aarakshan (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>C U At 9<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>(2 / 5)</li>
<li>Another Earth (3 / 5)</li>
<li>One Day (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Bad Teacher (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Insider (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Reel Steel (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Smurfs (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Grudge (4 / 5)</li>
<li>The Grudge 2 (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Grudge 3 (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Last House On The Left (4 / 5)</li>
<li>The Devil's Advocate (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Winter's Bones (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Proof Of Life (4 / 5)</li>
<li>My Bloody Valentine (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Wolf Creek (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>House of Wax (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Amityville Horror (3.5 /5)</li>
<li>The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (4 / 5)</li>
<li>The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Dawn Of The Dead (4 / 5)</li>
<li>The Fighter (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Vanilla Sky (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Sucker Punch (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Super 8 (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Season Of The Witch (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Way Back (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Catch 44 (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Thor (4 / 5)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Repeated</li>
<li>Shor In The City (4 / 5)</li>
<li>The Company Men (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Ghajini (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Just Go With It (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Contraband (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Man On A Ledge (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Striker (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Ghutan (1 / 5)</li>
<li>Ghost (2 / 5)</li>
<li>Perfect Sense (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Rockstar (5 / 5) .......Repeated</li>
<li>Rockstar (5 / 5) .......Repeated</li>
<li>Love Aajkal (5 / 5)....Repeated</li>
<li>Tere Naal Love Ho Gayaa (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Jodi Breakers (2 / 5)</li>
<li>Force (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Azaan (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>17 Again (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Batman Begins (4 / 5)......Repeated</li>
<li>The Dark Knight (5 / 5).....Repeated</li>
<li>Kya Cool Hai Hum (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Rakhtacharitra 2 (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Rascals (1 / 5)</li>
<li>Buried (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Bourne Identity (4.5 / 5).......Repeated</li>
<li>Bourne Supremacy (4.5 / 5).......Repeated</li>
<li>Bourne Ultimatum (4.5 / 5).......Repeated</li>
<li>Phhirrr (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Mujhse Fraaaandship Karoge (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Sadda Adda (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Patiyala House (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Love Breakups Zindagi (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Pappu Can't Dance Sala (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Krishnaa (3 / 5)</li>
<li>2012 (4 / 5)......Repeated</li>
<li>Woman In Black (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Safe House (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Silent House (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Cabin In The Woods (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Journey 2: The Mysterious Island (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Raven (3 /5)</li>
<li>American Beauty (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Rakshak (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Vinashak (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Khiladi 420 (2 / 5)</li>
<li>The Pact (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>1920 (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Haunted (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Anth (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Pact (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Grave Encounters (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Ward (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Apollo 18 (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>In Time (4 / 5)</li>
<li>Faces In The Crowd ( 3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Killer Elite (4.5 / 5)</li>
<li>247 Degree Fahrenheit (2 /5)</li>
<li>Chained (3.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Piranha 3DD (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>The Devil Seed (3 / 5)</li>
<li>Fertile Ground (4 / 5)</li>
<li>No Tell Motel (3 / 5)</li>
<li>The Devil's Rock (2.5 / 5)</li>
<li>Red State (2.5 / 5) </li>
<li>Gone (4 / 5) </li>
<li>Let Me In (5 / 5)</li>
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-25535517469300794032011-04-18T13:24:00.018+05:302011-04-30T14:54:39.764+05:30In The Name Of Beauty<div style="text-align: left;">Beauty in its pristine form always comes with gravity.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It not just pulls us, but pushes us as well.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s how, movement happens…That’s how, life gains its momentum and makes us, US.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This very momentum pushes a photographer close to nature, a painter close to female body, a poet close to fantasy and a scientist close to discovery. Beauty fuels. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RQlErSMCmEmO2PfMzpUl9Fctxi1LCVfjtxZ3JGSGdhNK4p9jW7r1oTg21ZqCaWvd7HoAsoK42x8qGlsAdOBorBsoZ7zl6X0u_27rG9YzUwtaO4cD7XF0SvgY2sbteaxBqLZSvTWh1Qg/s400/P1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597404797029593522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 130px; " /></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal">DISTRESSED…that’s how I describe myself in one word these days.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>With an unstable job, directionless career and confusing twists and turns that my professional life is taking I was completely clueless of the worldly happenings.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As if the world meant nothing to me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Who knew, someone from this world only, was about to show me a world in itself?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:300.0pt 333.75pt">Someone – Good afternoon Sir...Am I speaking to Rishi Sir?<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Yes, whose this?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Someone – Sir, this is Jitender...what happened Sir…it’s such a long time that you haven’t visited our store…is everything fine?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Oh Jitenderrrrr…yeah I was a bit busy yaar…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir infact I tried to reach you several times in the past 3 weeks but your cell was not reachable…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Oh ok…I was out of India yaar…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir, you remember few weeks ago, you placed an order at our store for a Caruso & a Raffaello…we have got the Caruso for you and were trying to reach you since a very long time… just thought to call you last time before placing it for another sale…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Oh yes, I remember… what about Raffaello?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – We have already placed an indent for that and will be getting it in next two weeks…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Fine… I will come and buy it in the next hour…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I took my car and drove to the mall…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Consciousness and loyalty comes automatically if you are in love…even if the subject of your love is a brand. That’s what is true in my case at least.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The moment I entered the store, I was greeted by Jitender.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He knows me quite well as I have been visiting his store quite frequently as a loyal customer since past 4 years…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir you are lucky to have this Caruso as someone wanted to buy it today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I just realized that it was ordered for you and so I held it for a while to call you.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Luckily, this time you picked my call.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Otherwise it would have gone to that customer.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Well, good things cost time…and the time was just right for me today…so yes, I am lucky to have it…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Nice line Sir…good things cost time…I used to think it costs only money…seems you are a writer too…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Oh don’t you know I am a blogger as well? But this line isn’t mine…I got it yesterday from a close friend in her SMS…anyways; I am slightly pushed with time…so let’s hurry up…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Ok Sir…just give me a minute; I will bring that Caruso for you…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Sure…meanwhile, do you have anything else in your new collection…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – We have recently got a few Dolcettos, but all of them are dark…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – No no no…leave it then…just show me the Caruso only…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender brought the Caruso and held it in his hands to display it to me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was standing near the entrance and I was more towards the inner side of the store…actually he wanted to show me the piece in a fair light…for its glossy effect.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir I really like your choice…especially the way you choose light colors…see how bright this one is looking.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Wowwwwwwww…so beauuuuuuuutiful…hooooooooooooo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender (moving towards me) – I told you Sir…I am sure; it's a perfect match for you…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Wait.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Just go over there and show it to me once more…the way you just did it…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Ok…this way, right Sir?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Hold it there itself… Wowwwwwwww … I haven’t seen such a beauty since a very long time…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Exactly Sir…especially, the light shade of purple with a mix of blue makes it more beautiful, isn’t it Sir?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Hmmmmmmm…just wait there itself for some more time…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender (turning back) – I thinkkkkk …you are looking at something else, prrrrrrrrrobably those two Chinkeys in black and white, in the opposite store…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Two Chinkeys? There is only one…the other one doesn’t seem to be a Chinkey.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Well Sir, we work here so we know, both of them are Chinkeys…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Whatever, the other one is so beautiful…what’s her name?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – We don’t know her name…it’s not too long for them to be here… Even my boss is after her…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Tell your boss to be happy with his wife and kiddos…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – He he he…Thank God, he is not here today…Do you want me to get you her name and other details? She won’t mind talking to me as our stores are opposite to each other…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Nopes, leave it…I just want you to fetch me the Raffaello as soon as possible.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Ok Sir…you really have a very nice choice…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Yeah! I know…you are not referring to the Raffaello or Caruso right now…isn’t it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – He he he…will you pay by card or cash?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Card please.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">While Jitender was swiping my card, I could not stop myself peeping out; in the opposite store…I was completely mesmerized by the sophisticated persona that girl was carrying.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She was attending a customer and I was attending her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her grace made the entire store look so pinkish as if it was an exotic location.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I felt completely captivated by her flashy splendor.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As I said, beauty in its pristine form comes with gravity. And I gradually started feeling the effects of magnetism from the one, whom I felt was not a Chinkey…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir, just a suggestion, if you like something, go for it…that’s how I got my girl</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Yaar you are such a handsome guy, just like the movie star Jitender…he he he…you will any which ways manage to get a girl…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Chalo Sir…next time you will come for Raffaello, I will give you her details…promise…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – He he he…why are you so determined to hook me with her?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I will still be a loyal customer even if you don’t do that…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – This is not for the sale of our store Sir…I just want someone to suite you, especially when you wear the kind of attire you shop from our store…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – and why do you think she would suite me and my attire?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – that’s something which we will tell you naa Sir…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me (sarcastically) – The question here is – will I suite her and her attire?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender (handing over the carry bag) – We would make the match accordingly…he he he…your shirt Sir…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Can you do me a favor? Just join some match making company and leave this job for me…I will do the needful for myself…he he he…especially after seeing this visual delight working in the opposite store, I would love to work in your store…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – He he he…You won’t like to work under my khadoos boss…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Ahh, you don’t know how khadoos every bosses are these days…even my team members call me the same…he he he…anyways, call me once you get the Raffaello…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sure Sir…have a nice day…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – You too…Bubye</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I stepped out of the Zodiac Store… only to learn that the store, in which I was peeping in, was a kids wear store called Monnalisa…suddenly, something struck my mind, just like a lightening…and I was whimsical about everything.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The entire episode seemed quite melodramatic to me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But then, dramas do happen in real life too…isn’t it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Having a Mona-Lisa smile on my face, I moved on…completely fickled by this frivolous, charismatic and an unplanned encounter with this moonly beauty (who was NOT a Chinkey…he he he).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Visions of beauty can also haunt a person sometimes…he he he…and believe me, they are more disturbing than nightmares…because they come with everlasting hangover…quite un-diminishing sometimes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>May be that’s the reason, I could not sleep that night.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir? Is there are problem with the shirt you bought yesterday?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Oh No! It was perfect.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, you did not show me those Dolcettos yesterday…huh!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – But you don’t wear dark colored shirts.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – What’s the harm in checking them out for Friday dressing? He he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Ohhhhhhh!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I got it Sir…I will show you the Dolcettos, exaaaactly the way I showed you the Caruso yesterday…I hope I am not wrong…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Well, you are super intelligent.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Do that for me please…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For next half an hour, both me and Jitender got indulged in checking out various Dolcettos from every possible angle so as to get her visioned in between…he he he…He was trying hard to display shirts on himself just like salesmen of saris do…he he he…And I was rejecting all the shirts so that he can get another one for the display…that’s how we played for about half an hour…just to get a few glimpses of the exquisite female at Monnalisa…This time, she was marking something on a packet kept on a large white table with a black glass on it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>At the same time, she was talking to the other Chinkey girl.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suddenly, both of them had an outburst of laughter…and I was once again bewitched by her glitz and glare.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I think they might have cracked a joke.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her giggles had sorcery on me, as if I was possessed by her scintillating enchantment. She touched my soul from within and I suddenly realized that I had one...<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir, by tomorrow, I will fetch you her name & contact number...else if you want, we can go speak to her right now…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Hello…don’t be mad…I don’t want any of her details…I just came here to check out the Dolcettos…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir…if you won’t put yourself forward, how will things move on then?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Probably, the best way to move on is to move with a distance…so let it be that ways…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir…don’t get yourself into a serious relationship…just keep it as a friendship…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Buddy, you can’t even be a friend unless you are serious about friendship too…he<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>he he…and why are we assuming that she would even talk?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir, leave it on me naa…I will handle it…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Listen…don’t do anything…leave it as it is…there is a very thin line of difference between handling and manhandling…and both you and me are man…possibility of manhandling is greater with us…he he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – As you say writer Sir…you always play with words…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – And I am good with that dark purple Dolcetto…let’s finalize that</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir, are you really buying this shirt?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I mean, I have never seen you buying casual colored shirts…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I wasn’t here for that girl but for the Dolcetto…people change and so do their preferences…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – he he he…you are really one of your own kinds…card or cash?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Card only…that ways I will get more time for action, isn’t it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Yes…you are right…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For the other two days, I got quite busy at my newly rented house, setting up inverter, Dish tv connection, Airtel broadband and so on and so froth…Those were the busiest days of March as I had to simultaneously manage a few urgent work at my office too due to fiscal year closing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Whatever I was indulged into, I always had her angelic image in my mind…And at the same time, there was a constant sense of awareness that angels happen only to Gods…we all are born with a God and a Devil within ourselves…In the course of struggle called life, most of the times the Devil takes a front seat and we become like him…Darkness surrounds us and distorts the very meaning of our existence.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It makes us look ugly (read bald & obese too in my case…he he he).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It makes us feel lethargic.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It takes us away from our goals, aspirations and well being.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It fills within ourselves pessimism, depression and hatred, till the time we destroy ourselves gradually.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And the net effect of all these, somehow takes us away from our own divineness.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s how we loose beauty and that’s how angels don’t touch our lives…Quite philosophical, yet a true eye opener.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And if it is true, then why should we allow the Devil to be on the front seat?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Why not strive hard to repair what ever we lost to him and try to regain it…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Which shirts do you want today Sir?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Your Raffaello is yet to come in our store…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Do you have something in Vicenza?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Vicenza is all about ties and not shirts.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I know, but you sold me double cuff shirts without cufflinks and ties.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>How will I wear those shirts?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sir, as far as I remember, you already bought a pair of cufflinks a few months ago…so I did not ask for it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Moreover, you only told me that you don’t wear ties in your office.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Well we do sometimes, especially during client visits.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sirji, what are you doing?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Why are you wasting your money? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – He he he…that’s not a wastage but investing?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – but what’s the return?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Not all investments reap return buddy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Besides, your Caruso and Vicenza might help me strike a deal with my clients…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sirji, try to strike a deal with this store manager first…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Is she a store manager? Wow…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – I have 4 years of work experience and I am still a customer care associate.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Anyways, leave it…Are you sure you want to check those ties and cufflinks.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Yes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am 100% sure…go ahead…and show me only the best ones…the way you did for those shirts…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Ok Sir…waise she is not a Chinkey…yesterday only I got to know…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I told you she is not…by the way, what else did you get to know?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sirji just wait for a few days…I will give you her address, phone number and her birthday too…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – And what will I do with those things?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Send some flowers, cakes and gifts to her on her birthday…learn to handle females Sirji…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – He he he…I am not a Romeo…neither is she my Juliet…why should I even bother?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – because if you won’t bother today, tomorrow she might walk away with some other Romeo…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – He he he…You are a complete comedian, you know that…who knows, she might already have a Romeo in her life…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Then you should be a Shahrukh Khan of Darr…Remember – I love you KKKKKKKKiran…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – He he he…You really are a joker if you like stammering Shahrukh Khan…he he he…and her name is also not Kiran…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – How do you know that?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I mean, I am just guessing…he he he…not every girl is Kiran…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – And you don’t buy shirts, ties and cufflinks for every girl…isn’t it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And that too thrice in one week…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Hello, those are for my use…ok…girls don’t wear shirts, ties and cufflinks…he he he…now leave this debate and show me what I came here for…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After trying every permutations and combinations of watching ties and cufflinks for about half an hour, right in front of the entrance door to re-vision up the girl in the opposite store, I settled for a pair of tie and rhodium cufflinks.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>While Jitender was processing my card payment, I was tempted again to collect a few glitters of her twinkling elegance.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her glamour had such a razzle dazzle effect on me that I literally felt healing and rejuvenating from chronic stress.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s why I won’t mind calling her a Stress Buster.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Sirji, we have a Zodiac Store in the City Center mall as well...But I know you won’t go there…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I liked that white table with a black glass on it, in that opposite store…and that’s what makes me visit your store frequently…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender – Common Sir…you are not visiting our store just for that table…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Yeah…there is more to it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I prefer DT Mega Mall to any other mall as it’s closer to my place…he he he.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And listen, I will be very busy with my office for coming one or two weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But do call me once you have the Raffaello in store…Ok?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jitender (winking) – Sure Sir…you have a nice day…and keep yourself extremely busy with work…he he he…bye</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well...you don’t notice the passage of time, especially if you keep yourself really busy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s been more than two weeks that kept me engaged with worldly things.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In other words, it’s been more than 15 days that I witnessed her beaming radiance.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Moreover, I did not get any call from Jitender too, for the Raffaello I ordered.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So I thought it’s a pretty good time to visit the mall and drown myself once again in the ocean of beauty.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>While I was driving, I was simultaneously thinking about my last visit where in Jitender talked about fetching me her details so as to do a real time action on her birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was quite thrilled with his idea, though I already told him not to progress with it as I inhibited that she may not like it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Well, sometimes trespassing inhibitions lead you to an altogether different world.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>And this time, I purposefully wanted to be in a different world.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> After all what's the harm in meeting with new people. Who knows, you may end up creating memories by spending quality time together. Who knows, you might end up finding a friend at least. And if it doesn't work out, life always has a tendency to move on. </span>With those conflicting yet arresting thoughts in my mind, I started something which I am extremely good at - PLANNING…he he he.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Till the time I reached the parking lot of the mall, I had everything in my mind.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The gift, the flowers, the cake and the way I should introduce myself…he he he…of-course Jitender was also in the whole plan.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With great excitement, I entered the mall as if I was hypnotized to move towards Monnalisa.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All of a sudden, this hypnotism turned into hysteria.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I could not see her in the store.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What the hell?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There was some other dusky female with the Chinkey sales girl.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Of course, the Chinkey sales girl was the same whom I saw with the beautiful store manager.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I thought she might be absent for work today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But then, why was she replaced by some other dusky girl?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>To get this question answered from Jitender, I entered the Zodiac Store.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Unexpectedly, I was greeted by some other guy who was not Jitender…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Good afternoon Sir.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>How can I help you?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Hello.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I ordered a cream Raffaello sometime ago and was supposed to get a call from you guys.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Just wanted to check the status of my order.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Order?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We have all the shades & sizes of Raffaellos since past two months.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But to know which specific shade & size you ordered may I have your name and contact number Sir?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I am Rishi Gajbhiye and my contact number is 9811815905.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Sir, we do have your record in our database, but then it’s not showing any pending order for you.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – What?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You guys might be witnessing some IT problems.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You can call Jitender.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He knows me very well and he only took my order.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Jitender?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He doesn’t work here anymore.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You might have placed your order in January I suppose.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Yeah! That was the last week of January only.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But Jitender reconfirmed my order two weeks ago as well.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Why did he leave his job?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – I don’t know Sir.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I can show you all the shades of the Raffaello we have got.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Wait.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When did Jitender leave this job?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I just met him two weeks ago here only. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Two weeks ago?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s not possible Sir.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He left his job sometime in the first week of February itself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Moreover, he is not in Gurgaon also.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He shifted to Bangalore and that’s all I know about him.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – February?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>No…that’s not possible.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was here two weeks ago.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He sold me a Caruso, a Dolcetto, a pair of cufflinks and a tie.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy (looking at the computer) – The last time you purchased a shirt from our store was in December 2010.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Since then you never purchased anything from our store.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We maintain records of all our transactions.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Well, you might have certainly missed mine then.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Did you pay in cash or card? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – I paid using my card.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – What’s the last 4 digits of your card number Sir?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – 4356</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Well the computer does not show any transactions in past two months with your card ending with 4356.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – You must be joking.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Can I speak to your boss?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Boss (moving out from the store room) – Sir I was listening to your conversation from inside.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Jitender actually left our store in February itself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This sales guy is the replacement of Jitender.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And Jitender did not return to our store since the time he left.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Plus, we don’t have any IT related problems with the computers in our store.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Every transaction is well captured with all the relevant details.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You might have visited some other store.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – No…it was this store only.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don’t know what’s going on.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What about my order for Raffaello?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Boss – Sir, we have all the shades and sizes of Raffaello in our store since past two months.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Why will we be taking orders for the products we already have in our store?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I will be more than happy to show them to you right now.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Wait Wait. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Where is that beautiful girl in the opposite store?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Boss – Beautiful girl? Which girl?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me (irritatingly) – the one, whom you were after…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Boss (hesitatingly) – Meeeee?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>S..sSir…I am, I am a married man.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don’t see girls anymore…and there are just these two girls in the opposite store. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Guy – Sir, I think you are not well. You need medical help. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Boss – Probably a psychiatric help. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – ok leave it. I think you guys are making me mad.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Before I loose my temper, just show me the Raffaello and let’s be done with it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With a puzzled soul, I picked a cream Raffaello in just two minutes and made the payment through my card. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Boss – Sir you can see, your payment for Raffaello is showing in our computer.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I did not say anything.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was completely numb.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There are so many questions unanswered till date.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> The first being - Am I normal? Or have I experienced something paranormal? </span>Whatever it be I really miss those soul soothing conversations with Jitender who was the only person who could have answered all my questions.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I visited the mall thrice in the past four days and I could just see a white table with a black glass on it at Monnalisa.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Of-course, a dusky and a chinkey sales girl still work there.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Truly, sometimes trespassing inhibitions lead you to an altogether different world.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And in my world, today I woke up early in the morning.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I jogged for about 45 minutes continuously.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Picked up practicing the side flip that I left 4 months ago during my martial arts workout.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Studied the unread “Risk Analysis” chapter of my course curriculum.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Got lots of appreciation in my office for my shirt picking skills as I wore my Caruso today for the first time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Spoke to my boss for accepting a bigger role in my office.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when my mom asked why I wanted to be on a zero oil food to reduce weight effective today only, I replied – “Mom today is April 18<sup>th</sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As per Dad, it’s Hanuman Jayanti (Birthday) today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We generally start all good things on auspicious days like this one to force our devil to take a back seat”…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mom did not understand my God vs. Devil theory.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Neither did I make her understand that it’s nothing but the PUSH effect of the GRAVITY, which I was talking about earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those who really want to know the real reason why I woke up early today?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I just have one answer…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I still get haunted by the visions of beauty, most of the times I sleep…he he he</p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-18915354844817210062010-12-24T21:29:00.019+05:302011-01-21T21:06:35.928+05:30What An Unusual Flirtatious Morning...!<div style="text-align: left;"><i>It all started when I boarded the flight to Nagpur at about 6:00 in the morning.<span> </span>I generally fall in love with every airhostess I come along.<span> </span>He he he…GoAir was not an exception too.<span> After the tiring security checks and other </span>check-in <span>procedure, </span>I finally entered the airplane and lifted my cabin bag to keep it in the overhead luggage shelf. I was visibly looking sweaty. Might be due to the physical exertion I had juggling with my luggage or due to a heavy leather jacket and a muffler around my neck, which I wore to protect myself from the chilly December of Delhi.<span> </span>When I was about to board my seat, a very sweet and sexy airhostess greeted me.</i></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkS04526E1YDgA8o0CG_QMtQzq1Miylt9-CmoKdbTZa5JLri6pa7fmY5k7EWV8oRAjLNVT3aV82d1JLoHc8KBS1JK5Q1y1fIeDgWVRCuiIzc229NvJRqIsbPcRVUMBJza0lgNxSKec1tI/s400/AH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564041771819124690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 267px; " /></span></p><div>Airhostess – "Goodmorning Sir."</div> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Goodmorning.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>– "Sir you look sweaty.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Would you like to remove your jacket please?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I am scared.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I hope you only want me to remove my jacket, don’t you?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "only the jacket sir. <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>(with a witchy smile)</i></span> </span>You won’t need it inside the plane.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>quite hot, out here."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i><span class="Apple-style-span">(with a devilish expression)</span></i> "Not yet.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I think I should go by your word.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>May be things might turn out hot then…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "You have a nice sense of humor sir…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, you have a nice ammmmmm...well, everything…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i><span class="Apple-style-span">(gazed with a little superciliously vampire looks) </span></i>"Your jacket please?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I am all yours" <i>(handed over my jacket).</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Enjoy your flight sir" <i>(She kept my jacket in the overhead luggage shelf, smiled and moved on)</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, I just did! Thanks"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>How flirtatious, isn’t it?<span> </span>Well that’s not me, even outside my professional world.<span> </span>I just could not believe I did that…he he he…Next few minutes went into settling myself in the window seat.<span> </span>I never like to sit on window seats as it kind of blocks you for the entire journey.<span> </span>If D E F be the sequence of the seat, I would be sitting on F (next to window), the aisle seat D was occupied by a guy who appeared to be very sleepy.<span> </span>And E, which was in between both of us was still vacant.<span> </span>That’s a very pessimistic situation for single men like me, isn’t it?<span> </span>He he he…So I had to be happy with the airhostesses only.<span> </span>And then happened a magic.<span> </span>A very fair and good looking girl appeared along with her mom and requested the sleepy person to move to a seat back to us so that both of them could sit closer.<span> </span>But the sleepy guy refused for an unknown reason.<span> </span>Obviously, me being a gentleman had no option but to forgo the opportunity and offer my seat to her mom.<span> </span>Astonishingly her mom did not accept my offer as she wanted an aisle seat but thanked me for my kindness.<span> </span>That’s how it worked and the girl sat next to me and I had no option but to forget the airhostess for a while.<span> </span>My first impression on this two member family was good.<span> </span>But there was a long silence after that which was mainly due to India centric approach to interact with a complete stranger with an opposite sex.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Sir, as a standard operating procedure, let me tell you that you are sitting next to the emergency exit door.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This door weighs 15 kgs and I would like to confirm that in case of emergency, you would be able to uplift this door.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>If not, we will accommodate you to some other seat."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "What is your weight?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Excuse me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I didn’t get you sir."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i>(again with a devilish expression)</i> "Well, assuming you are heavier than this 15 kg door, I can give a live demo, that I can lift you even during a non emergency situation."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(again with a witchy smile)</i> "I will take it as a yes then.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "All-righty, get ready for a live demo then…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "No no, it’s ok.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The “yes” was for my confirmation that you can lift the emergency exit door."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Don’t you think, your “yes” is kind of “de-motivating” for me…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Like I said before, you have a nice sense of humor sir…enjoy your flight.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I again did.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…and I hope you would come up with a few more standard operating procedures to quote…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(vivaciously nodding her head with the most witchy smile)</i> "Certainly sir…there is one more to demonstrate."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The moment the airhostess moved on, the girl sitting next to me said – That was exciting.</i><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Ah, just my way of appreciating beauty"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>- "Oh! So you appreciate beauty too…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Don’t worry, your turn will also come.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And, that’s another way of telling you that you are beautiful."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom <i>(from behind)</i> – "She is my daughter and she really is beautiful."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – <i>(exhibiting shyness)</i> "Mom, please…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "What?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You are, my dear.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I won’t mind someone like this gentleman appreciating it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Very few people do it the way we like it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(Looking at me)</i> Plus, I must appreciate the kindness by which he himself offered his seat.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(Taunting the sleepy guy) Otherwise, there are people who just can’t understand others situation."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Now that was a tricky situation wherein I had to feel shy.<span> </span>I said</i> – "thanks Aunty.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>After a minute of silence, the girl’s Mom touched my shoulder from behind </i>– "Did she ask you the time?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "She will.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s her way of breaking the ice with strangers…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Mom please.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What are you doing?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Ok ok, I am sorry beta.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You continue…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i>(addressing the girl)</i> "Well, now you won’t ask me time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hai naa?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "No.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I would look foolish if I do so.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But you have a nice watch.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Can I see it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Sure.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Take a look."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "It really looks nice.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And it’s Tissot.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Wow…and I really like your perfume too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Which one is it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh! That’s Hugo Boss."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Great.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I will buy it too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s really pleasing."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Make sure, you buy the ladies one.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am using the men perfume.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Both are different with N number of varieties…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Very smart.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am not that dumb."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Yeah! I thought so…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "What? Dumb."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That you have brains too."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom <i>(from behind)</i> – "See its beauty with brains beta."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Mom please.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You find someone else next to you naa.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And don’t listen to our conversation.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You are spoiling it."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Sorry beta.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(winking one of her eyes at me)</i> You carry on…he he he.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I will sleep a while."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Now, this was the first time when I faced a situation like this where in I had parental permission to get along with her daughter.<span> </span>Obviously, the mother daughter duo, were from a well to do & an educated family which incidentally were quite frank with each other too.<span> </span>For the next 15-20 minutes, she got engaged with a GoAir magazine and so I had to put my iPod on.<span> </span>Suddenly, it appeared to me that she was asking something to me which I could not listen due to the loud music.<span> </span>So I paused the song, and looked at her.<span style="font-weight: bold; "> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Which song is it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I haven’t heard it earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But it’s really rhythmic."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Don’t tell me that you could listen to it even when you are not wearing the earphones."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Listen, for past half an hour you have been listening to only one song.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Tujhko jo payaa to jeena aaya…And I very well know that you were playing it repeatedly in full sound only to catch my attention."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Bingo!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You got it!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Actually it’s quite situational with the lyrics – Ab ye lamha thehar jaaye, tham jaaye, bus jaaye, hum dono ke darmiyaa…You see…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Really, and what’s so situational about it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, your Mom can very well explain it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Shall I ask her to do so…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Noooo…Leave it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Ok.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And believe me, I have not heard this song with so much depth earlier…infact this is the first time I am listening to it…earlier I listened to it while watching the movie, but it did not have such an impact."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "And you want me to believe that?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No! All I want you to do is to listen to this song…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "You know what?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Actually, I myself was about to ask for your iPod, if you don’t mind."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh Sure! I certainly can’t afford to have a mind which would mind…he he he…all yours"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I selected the song and handed my iPod to her.<span> </span>She closed her eyes and started listening to the song.<span> </span>After about 3 to 4 minutes, she asked me how to repeat the song and when I told her about it, she again closed her eyes.<span> </span>After repeatedly listening to it thrice, she handed over the iPod to me.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Wow…this was amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don’t really listen to Hindi music, but I really want to have it in my collection.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What’s the name of the album?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Crook: It’s good to be bad.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "I am sorry, what was that?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well the name of the album is – Crook.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And it’s caption is – It’s good to be bad."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Really?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Yes, that’s what the name is…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Now I get it how it is so situational…huh…<i>(pointing her index finger at me)</i> Crook, isn’t it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "He he he…But as per your Mom, I’m a gentleman and not a crook."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "And that’s the whole problem naa yaar…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, most of the problems get turned into opportunities…and I am quite an oppor<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>tu<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>nistic guy."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Sorry for the interruption mam.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We are serving.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Would you like to have something?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "No thanks."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Would you like to have something sir?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That really depends on what all are you serving?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "You can check the menu card.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(putting forward the menu card)</i>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I really don’t want to go through that puzzle.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(I did not accept the menu card)</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Instead, why don’t you offer me something…jjjjjuicy" <i>(devilish smile was on my entire face).</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "God! You are terrific.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Sir, we have a mix of orange & pineapple juice."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i>(again with a naughty smile)</i> "Anything else?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Sorry sir. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We just have a mix of orange & pineapple juice."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I am really disappointed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But just wait for a second.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I turned myself to the girl besides me.</i><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Hey, listen.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Can I buy you a drink?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>A can of juice may be.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s what they have…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "I seriously admire your guts man.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You are openly flirting with the airhostess in front of me and then also want to buy me a drink."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, it’s just good to be bad.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(I exclaimed)</i> And common, I did not flirt with her, did I?" <i>(I turned myself to the airhostess for an informal help and nodded my head)</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(got the point) (smiled vivaciously) (addressed the girl)</i> "I already mentioned twice to him.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sir has a good sense of humor."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Thank You! Now you won my heart."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Wow…you really are a Crook.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I won’t have anything.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No problems.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(addressing the Airhostess)</i> Just one can please.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>How much for it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Only 40 Rupees."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I handed over the money to the airhostess and took the can.</i><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(smilingly)</i> "Enjoy your drink sir." <span></span><i>(and moved on)</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, I just did.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – <i>(irritatingly)</i> "And what’s that suppose to mean?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You didn’t even open the can…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Leave it, you won’t understand.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Really?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Very smart."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "How smart?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>1 kg or 10 kg?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Oh God! Can’t you just keep quite for sometime."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Ok…if you insist…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>There was a long silence again till I finished having the juice.<span> </span>When a guy who also happened to be the cabin crew came up to collect the used can, I did not react.<span> </span>But the girl did…he he he</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Hardluck…she did not come this time"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "May be she thought to leave us alone."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Huh…very funny."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "How funny? 1 kg or 10 kg?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Do you know you have a very poor sense of humor?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Not as per the airhostess…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "But as per me, it is…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Do you fight with every stranger to whom you don’t get a chance to ask time?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "No. Not with every strangers…only with those who flirt with airhostesses."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I told you I wasn’t flirting."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Whatever!"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I pulled my white handkerchief from my pocket and showed it to her…</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Listen, I don’t have a white flag.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But can this white handkerchief bring peace between us?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – <i>(laughing out loud)</i> "You really are funny?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "How funny? 1Kg or … ok leave it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You get irritated by it."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Good.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Seems you are a fast learner…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well I am.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I really want to learn more about you."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Ok, first you tell me, what’s your story?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, I am just an average guy with unusual differences…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>– "Unusual? Wow, that’s catchy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So what do you do?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "What do you think I do?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "I don’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>May be a spy or something."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Spy? Wow…what makes you feel I am a spy?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Well, you flirt with every female you come across.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Strangely, some of them like your, so called sense of humor too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You form alliances with your subject’s mom very easily and I don’t know why moms are so easily trapped by people like you…Plus you come up with your funny one liners, which you think are funny but believe me, they are not.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You use your gadgets to woo female attention; take your iPod for instance.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when asked, you don’t plainly reveal what kind of work you do.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So that ways, you might be a spy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Like Bond…James Bond."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "He he he…Ammmmmazing…but not James Bond please.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Bond…Simply Bond.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…by the way…I am an Investment guy."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "What’s an investment guy?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I have heard about investment bankers?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ok, that’s what I meant?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "And what do you do as an Investment Banker?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i>(with a devilish smile)</i> "Hostile takeovers…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "I knew it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You would come up with something like this…Hostile takeover…huh"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "He he he…that’s what I was suppose to tell you in a situation like this…that was just to create humor yaar…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "That was cheap, not at all humorous.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(sarcastically)</i> Hostile Takeovers…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, the phrase “hostile takeovers” is extensively used in investment banking industry.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But let me clarify, I am…I am mainly into Asset Management…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "See, again you are trying to use those double meaning stuffs – Asset Management…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "What?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Double meaning…nooooooooo waaaay…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Now don’t try to stretch it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I won’t get into those vulgar conversations with you.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I very well understand what type of assets you manage…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh God! How should I explain it to you?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Mam, it’s strictly investment centric assets that I was talking about, not the one which you are thinking.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In the world of investments, company stocks, bonds, derivatives are commonly known as assets."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Ok!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So you sell stocks."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No no no…I don’t sell them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am into the measurement of asset performance.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s all statistics."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Now I am sure, you are trying to make a fool of me…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Why do you say so?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – <i>(sarcastically)</i> "You are purposefully using words like Assets, Measurement, Vital Statistics and God knows what not…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh God! When did I use the word Vital?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "But then you meant it naa?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No…not at all.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s just plain statistics.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Not the Vital ones.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>God!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Anyways leave it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You won’t understand, probably because you are not from the investment industry."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Hello…I am an MBA.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That too from Fore school of management.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "MBA? From Fore?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And you don’t even know the term called Asset Management.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am shocked."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Well, I took Marketing as my electives.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So that ways, it’s still fine."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No it’s not.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You might have studied a bit of finance in your first year.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Every B-School teaches that much at least.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "No it wasn’t taught to us."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Thank God! I am not an MBA.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "You know there is a comic character called Crook Bond…incidentally, you call yourself a Bond and for me you are a Crook…he he he…so you are a Crook Bond…And no BSchool would ever give MBA admission to a Crook Bond…ok."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well ISB Hyderabad would certainly give me an admission…just wait and watch."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "ISB?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(sarcastically)</i> Rehne do…let’s change the topic, I can’t bear it."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Yeah, me too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Fine, so let’s call it a truce and discuss something else."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "You know what?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That Crook Bond thing was really funny…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Really?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(smilingly)</i> How funny? 1 kg or 10 kg…?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Wow…I never knew I was so infectious…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "There’s only one problem…both James Bond and Crook Bond have more hair than you do…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Ah! I have to be bald naa yaar…otherwise how will people call us – Bald & Beautiful…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Us?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Wait a minute! Are you really trying to woo me up?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "It’s working.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Isn’t it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "No comments.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><i>(with a mischievous smile)</i> I would like to see you confused…he he he…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i>(with a naughty expression)</i> "Well, I don’t like clarity in such situations either…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Acchhaa…good hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By the way, I am serious – a little more hair on your head would look good.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Why don’t you try something?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hair oil, or may be a transplant or something like that?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Beta try to rub the juice of some green chilies on your scalp.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> Do it regularly for three or four months at least. It </span>works…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Mom, I told you not to listen to our conversations…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "What? I was just trying to help.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Oh I am so sorry for doing your job…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Please fasten your seat belts Madam.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sir.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We are preparing to land…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Really?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I was expecting a better air crash…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "You are traveling with GoAir sir.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We never had an air crash.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – <i>(exclaimed)</i> "Well…We just did…he he he…"<i>(While exclaiming I pointed my index finger to the girl, then to the airhostess and then towards myself)</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>The airhostess moved on to next passengers nodding her head, again with a witchy smile.</i><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "What’s between you and her?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Are you exchanging some coded information for your so called espionage?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "See…even you are a fast learner."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Whatever…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Post landing, we took our cabin bags from the overhead luggage shelf and moved towards the exit door of the plane to un-board it.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Thanks for boarding with us.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Enjoy your day Sir…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Well, I ju…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(interrupting in between)</i> "I know what you will say - <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>“I just did” isn’t it?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "You are a smart girl.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And a fast learner too…" <i>(Taunting the girl who sat besides me and was behind me in the que, along with her mother)</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – "Thank you Sir.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Was I too rude?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(smilingly)</i> "Absolutely not sir…in fact you were quite jovial…and it’s good to be jovial."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh! Thanks a lot.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You too enjoy your day ahead.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Airhostess – <i>(smilingly)</i> "Well, I just did Sir…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>Now that was a “tit for a tat”, isn’t it?<span> </span>He he he…With a broad smile, I moved on and boarded the shuttle.<span> </span>Somehow, I lost the mother daughter duo while I was boarding the shuttle, which took us to the airport where we had to collect our check in luggage.<span> </span>While I was waiting for mine, someone touched me on my shoulder.<span> </span>I turned back only to know she was the girl’s mother.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "So, did both of you exchange your cell numbers?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "No, we did not.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Oh! That’s sad…<i>(turning towards her daughter)</i> You guys didn’t even exchange your cell numbers?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "I don’t exchange my cell number with strangers.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Especially with those who openly flirt with airhostesses."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "But he was quite a gentleman naa beta.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Remember, he called you “Beauty With Brains”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You guys even look good as friends."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "My dear Mom.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You don’t have to choose friends for me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s my job."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Common, even that airhostess said he was jovial.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Whatever.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am not exchanging my cell number with him."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>And I was laughing out loud on that strangely lovable situation.<span> </span>For the first time in life, I met a girl’s mom who asked her daughter to exchange her cell number with me…he he he…isn’t that hilarious. When the girl saw her check in bag on the luggage belt, she tried very hard to lift it.<span> </span>However, she was dragged by the moving luggage belt as her bag was quite heavy for her.<span> </span>So I helped her out, in lifting the bag and keeping it on the trolley.<span> </span>Meanwhile, I took my check in suitcase and said goodbye to both of them.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Wait.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There is another bag also.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Who will lift it up for me?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh! Only I can do that…he he he…thanks for the opportunity.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "See, I told you naa beta, he is quite a gentleman."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – <i>(taunting me)</i> "You know what Mom; he is actually very good in lifting things.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He himself revealed that he can lift up the 15 Kg emergency door of the airplane.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was even about to lift up the airhostess also."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "All I can say is that he is a strong guy who can lift you as well…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I lifted another of her bag and kept it on the trolley.</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I hope someone is here to pick both of you outside."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Thanks a lot beta! Her dad is already waiting outside for us…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Allright then.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You all…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – <i>(interrupting in between)</i> "By the way, we can share our IMID’s."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I am sorry, what’s that?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "IM Id…it’s Instant Messaging ID’s like Yahoo Messenger or Google Talk."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Oh! I see."<i>(I gradually pulled my wallet out of my pocket to get my visiting card)</i>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "I love you beta…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Mom, I am just doing it for your sake, ok."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Common beta.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I already have your dad who is waiting outside.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You are doing it for youself…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Whatever…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I wrote my Yahoo Messenger Id on the back of my visiting card and handed over the card to the girl.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "You know what?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I just changed my mind.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I won’t give you my Yahoo ID."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "Ok! No problems.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was really nice fighting with you…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – <i>(addressing me)</i> "Just wait for some time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Now that she has your visiting card, she will definitely call you…dekh lenaa…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>I just smiled for a final goodbye…</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "I really enjoyed both of your company throughout the flight.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I really wished we had some more time…he he he"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl’s Mom – "Same here beta…we also feel that ways…"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "We?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Not me…ok"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – "he he he…Allright then.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Goodbye.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Enjoy & Have Fun."</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Girl – "Well…I just did…<i>(with a mischievous smile)</i> bub-bye."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>And I moved towards the prepaid taxi counter where as they approached the exit door.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><i> </i></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>What a cherishing experience it was, isn’t it?<span> </span>I normally don’t do this flirting shirting as I am a very reserved type of a guy.<span> </span>I keep myself aloof from everything when I am not in office, and when I am at my workplace, I generally come up as an extremely professional guy with a NO NONSENSE Attitude.<span> </span>That’s me, in reality.<span> </span>I guess, I now know, that sometimes, going by the wind also creates unforgettable excitement, how-so-ever directionless they may be.<span> </span>Of-course, one should never ever trespass the boundaries of moral science and community living while doing so.<span> </span>And above all, the other person involved should never feel offended by your moves.<span> </span>That’s where every one, mark my words, everyone enjoy neat & clean flirting. Even females...<span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i>By the time, I posted this article on my blog; I already received an offline message from an unknown Yahoo Id.<span> </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yahoo Id – "Hey Crook.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>How are you?"</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I replied – "Now that you already know “it’s good to be bad”, I would say, I am extreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemely bad."</p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-82738153912091871012010-09-30T01:00:00.007+05:302016-10-27T03:36:09.559+05:30Things That Made My Birthday...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Today is my Birthday and in the words of Gordon Gekko, I am fucked up…he he he…coz I perfectly represent the so called NINJA GENERATION, who has no job…no income…and no assets.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So I hereby smile on the never ending struggles of my life, acknowledge my failures and move on, to make a few more (unknown) mistakes thereby wishing myself a very Happy Birthday…</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Well, today I thought to be myself and do nothing special to make it special. Sometimes, being yourself is the only special thing you can do for yourself. Isn’t it? So here is the list of things, which I would constantly update throughout the day, which would give you an idea, of who Rishi Gajbhiye is, any given normal day.</span></span></div>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Spoke to my younger brother Samrat who called to wish me the moment the clock ticked 12:00. Seems he was just waiting for it…So did my sister…</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mom called to wish me too. Seems she was also waiting for the time…To celebrate my birthday in her own style, my Mom will cook her regular celebration dish – Bagharaa Chawal, Daalcha and Rajmaa with Soya nuggets. Yummieeee…</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Guess who called after my family to wish me…someone who is not less than a family…Sumit Motwani…he can never forget my birthday…after all I have tortured him to the core at IPMG to such an extent, that he can never forget me anymore…he he he</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Registered a space on my blog for a new posting – regarding my 32</span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">nd</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> birthday, the current one which you are reading right now. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Feeling sleepy...so I am off for my goodnight dreams...after all, I do nurture a few dreams...he he he...see you all in the morning...</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">N</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">ow this is pretty hilarious…today I thought I will sleep a little longer for obvious reasons…I am still confused whether it was a dream or a reality…but I felt someone biting my right ankle with sharp teeth, and shockingly it woke me up…of course I was frightened, only to see no one around and no marks on my ankle too. Seems it might be a rat or something else or may be nothing, but I got my share of love bite on my ankle and that too when I was deeply asleep. He he he…what a birthday….</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Well, post the love bite of my life, when I tried sleeping I got a call (at 5:30 in the morning), which I was expecting a little earlier. He he he…Puneet Raheja...der aaye durust aaye Puneet sahaab…he he he…Where are the other members of DAMM? Doston se itni expectations to banti hi hai naa yaaro...he he he</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So now, here I am...after having my morning tea, I am completing the last chapter of the book - On The Brink by Hank Paulson. Due to other commitments I could not complete it on time...but since I am relaxing today a bit, I thought to complete it...</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Well, since I missed my exercises today morning, I thought to have a long walk to burn those calories. So I walked about 3 Kms at about 10:00 am in the sunny morning only to reach Ambience Mall, where I was teased by Lerros, Alcott, Promod, Lladro, Nautica, Rosenthal, Gant, Aldo, Sisley and Rado…When you don’t earn for few months, what else would they do to you rather than teasing? He he he</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">At Ambience Mall, I catched up yet another 10:30 am show for Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps. So all in all, it was my third visit to Gordon Gekko, in a single week and I still loved.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Gifted myself another book called – “Crash Course: The American Automobile Industries Road From Glory To Disaster”, by Paul Ingrassia. I am excited to read this book, but first, let me finish a few unfinished tasks that I took recently.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sister cooked my favorite Pulao, Paneer Mushrooms, Raita and Rabdi today...so I did not mind doing some overeating today...the best part of having a sister and mother is that you get good food on your birthday, even if you don't earn for few months...he he he...isn't it?</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Furiously reprimanded a job counselor over the phone, who tried to sell me a BPO job despite refusing three times since past 4 days. I think by now, people should know how deeply I hate BPO profiles…he he he</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I am not wasting my time over the Ayodhya issue...it's simply an overly hyped lie which India is witnessing since past 60 years. I don't understand why Govt. choose to declare the final verdict 3 days before CWG. Are the lawyers foolish to ignore the possible outcomes which can further deteriorate countries image. Grow up Indian Authorities...A history has already been created by my birth today. Did we need anything else to boast off for Sept. 30...Don't ruin my day please...he he he</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Currently, reading a chapter on Hedge Fund's Risk Analysis as a part of my course curriculum.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Abused my ISP Customer Service Representative over the phone, for frequent internet disconnections. Today I was without internet service for about 3 hours...and that was not at all acceptable...</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Mugged up a bit of GIPS provisions on Private Equity & their Valuation Principles.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Completed </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">a revision of Bayes’ Theorem and Chebyshev’s Inequality. Can't live without Probability...he he he</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Listened to my favorite songs – Ek din teri raaho me baaho me panaaho me aaungaa, Naa hai ye khonaa, Tum mere ho bus mere hi mere ho, Menda ishq vi tu, Awarapan banjarapan, mujhko dil se yahi shikayat hai, Himmat-e-ataa karo, khaamosh raat sehmi hawaa…and many more</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Read this article on IndexUniverse.com that Charles Schwab has filed with the SEC for authorization to launch an exchange-traded fund investing in REIT.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Read this article on TheStreet.com about the rising prices of gold which is setting new records</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Read this article on Irishtimes.com about the bailout of Anglo Irish Bank which could go upto 30 Billion Euros.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Read this article on Bloomberg.com about Elizabeth Warren who earned $90,000 as a paid expert witness in a lawsuit against major financial institutions.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Read this article on WashingtonPost.com, that U.S. House agrees to punish China for its currency policy</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Watched a documentary on Hitler, which my father gifted me on my last birthday. Hitler is my favorite historical character. You guys can hate me for this, I won’t mind.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">One and a half hours left to finish the day...what do you all think would be my next move...Well, Peirce Brosnan is my favorite hero and I can not spend the day without having a bit of him...so I would now be watching him do the dare devil action stills from Golden Eye, Tomorrow Never Dies, The World Is Not Enough and Die Another Day...won't watch the entire movie, only the action sequences...where in he depicts serious style quotient...as Bond</span></span></li>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So, the day was pretty normal, as I expected it to be…and that made it special, no fancy celebration, no boozes and fags and no get togethers. Yet, the whole day my cell phone was ringing and the special ones who called and wished me are Kshipra (my cousin), Bali Aunty (my maasi), Sishir (my college time best buddy), Shiva (my colleague at Genpact), Arunima (my co partner at my Martial Arts classes) and Sanjeev (my best buddy at Xchanging). Of course, there were some, who missed, and I was expecting them, but then I understand that they might have been either in some problem or with some other commitments. Alternatively, I do understand that my AURA might have decreased too. He he he...All in all, with close to 70 people wishing me through social networking sites and receiving close to 30 calls and yet another 28 SMS’s, I still believe that my Acceptance as a “Networking Guy” has reduced since past three years…but that’s plainly because I purposefully wanted to keep a low profile…he he he…I am sure, I will strike it hard soon…Thanks to everyone who made my day, special…</span></span></span></div>
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Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-43685033619383119322010-09-24T16:05:00.012+05:302010-10-01T18:46:06.723+05:30Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >A fisherman always sees another fisherman from afar - is the latest dialog by the legend called </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Those who have seen the movie, Wall Street in 1987 could not have forgotten how Gordon Gekko became a Demi-God for most of the financial Yuppies and B-School grads immediately after the release of the movie. The way he dressed and presented himself made him a charismatic boardroom icon and a sole inspiration to the powerful market players and so called Wall Street wannabes. The role of Gordon Gekko not only did wonders at that time but also fetched Michael Douglas an Academy Award for Best Actor. And none of the audiences who watched that movie can forget his famous speech – GREED IS GOOD…</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >In my opinion, the 2010 sequel, Wall Street Money: Money Never Sleeps matches the standards and expectations set by Gordon Gekko in 1987. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBpFqWnP47TDETOxv_QkcjcnXHPITav8lkyDScgkT0NuxNRazHwpUN9_Gf9Kj4FsQS8OF5I29ghecZJcTsIvv6m7ZexNBe1N7LJJYTNagINHY4JbAqKCE8m6HeelC8T0B-5B7GNnq5Mk/s400/New.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523000065646599250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Speaking about performance, Michael Douglas reprises his Godly character of Gordon Gekko with the same élan which he portrayed in the 1987 film. Look at the ruthlessness on his face and you will fall in love with him if you are anywhere closer to the markets. He handles the character superbly and portrays every scene as if he is a real trader, even if he has to trade his daughter’s photographs. His acting capabilities are at its peak when he confronts his daughter, so as to repair his broken relationship and turns himself as a mournful father even though he is driven by some malevolent ideas of becoming rich. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuNEPAbIHSr-YRyqaGqViZZDNJi081IKP4MBMU6erzEVrs1gV5_5NMLInsZmExTHBXkiU7FxAxiMocEx613RbR1gvffsyQU4b69bjntU0QN7TopAgs9jMfzRJjYLoSAzynNJKcL4s_VE/s400/Gordon+Gekko.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430494136104994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px; " /></span></div><div><div></div></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Louis Zabel head of Keller Zabel Investments, played by Frank Langella is one character which will hit you very hard. Look at Frank’s face expression which truly represents the tensions that could have been on the face of Richard Fuld who headed Lehman during its crash. I personally became a fan of him when he utters – “Good day, I am ok…bad day, I am ok. What’s the difference?” When the Fed refuses to bail out his company, his emotional meltdown is worth watching. And look at the calm and composed way of his self destruction when his companies’ stock price is valued at $3.00 a share and not a dime more, even though it’s actual price a week before the crash was at $74.00. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmANPJ6glGKnQfb3TqxBlZIvic1TQfBgWQB7o9mRd6mENQTeTpcod3mEboTWWtusJI5eF4bVpTrzGEatBCdivEYpJ45MZeGtCYjC04brwhmKjSERhoTAnArKax5yl3fLzCCWzCm4fe2E/s400/Frank-Langella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523061879687637474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Not to forget, the evil spirits of the hedge fund manager Bretton James, played by J Brolin, who heads Churchill Schwartz, truly depicted what could have contributed towards bringing down the entire US economy. His character has the same depth and cunningness of what Gordon Gekko’s character had in the 1987 film. He truly represents the current financial biggies of Wall Street, who consider themselves too big to fail and then ultimately fail due to the felony they commit to derail the market by manipulating it.</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uJc6SnElGQVHfflgIclMawfSmL6rRaNnrlolVLoG41-3Zm3mtWWH6c6t4aJvksQT6Z3diOndIl8Eaj0jcxTvRZkgyiWnonWc1YnviR46ARkX3SnnNLzdYedMf9afAqiQjFvaUJuCfzs/s1600/Joshhhh.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uJc6SnElGQVHfflgIclMawfSmL6rRaNnrlolVLoG41-3Zm3mtWWH6c6t4aJvksQT6Z3diOndIl8Eaj0jcxTvRZkgyiWnonWc1YnviR46ARkX3SnnNLzdYedMf9afAqiQjFvaUJuCfzs/s400/Joshhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523061877951003458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Jacob Moore (Jake) played by Shia LaBeouf, was a perfect choice of the director. His chocolaty looks make him look a perfect lover boy and the way he transforms himself into an energy trader is simply awesome. To get into the skin of the character, Shia La-Beouf traded with different firms, playing with up to $1 million and became so interested in trading that he began studying for his Series 7 exam and later earned a broker license. A fact, which instantly makes him a Method Actor, isn’t it?</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY6NRt7_Xw7zRAXk8fJLa2Akp0D6KfcvRL8VthW2E6VkzS8TIpPhA5DKD_DoFgr3Qb7WlLJcM4o_SMWNp7p5z4Pi9eoOr8BLvt_fToakIoeexl0UxjjD9Y1QWyGOHPRtK_vFNag8gS8o/s1600/Walstreet+2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMY6NRt7_Xw7zRAXk8fJLa2Akp0D6KfcvRL8VthW2E6VkzS8TIpPhA5DKD_DoFgr3Qb7WlLJcM4o_SMWNp7p5z4Pi9eoOr8BLvt_fToakIoeexl0UxjjD9Y1QWyGOHPRtK_vFNag8gS8o/s400/Walstreet+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430499065178434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >All other characters also do justice to their role, prominent among them are Winnie, played by Carrey Mulligan and Julie, a Federal Reserve Board Executive played by Eli Wallach, who considers the meltdown of 2008 to be more fatal than the 1929’s Great Depression in his unique whistling way…wishhhhhhhhhhh… Susan Sarandon’s character of being Jakes mother who turns herself from a real time nurse to a real estate broker garnishes the film only to reflect the dependencies of normal American Elders who still don’t believe in phasing out. </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PDOOedws8fcNpom7L4guwwe2GLKVW5xraCVMVMaAtqNtPZYoAXN4R7deyxRb6hZ48RIadzcaEeMNAYFC4xJIrL0PxEBo2xmUjYKGwMrkt0MrF-pIm-3ZMRzo3MXtrEFab3O2F0JR_G4/s400/Julie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523051624064226290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The movie truly belongs to two people, Michael Douglas and Oliver Stone (director). The presentation of the movie works great, especially when the director shows every minor details of the script with a new unforeseen style of presentation, like - S&P 500, NASDAQ and DJIA performance graphs are shown moving south corresponding to the background slope of a bridge or moving from a high altitude of the skyscrapers to the lower ones... I truly admire the director’s vision when he shows few children play in Central Park, NY playing around innocently and blowing bubbles using soap water and toys. One such bubble is shown rising, rising and again rising. Be smart to understand what the director wants to show with this BUBBLE...he he he...showcasing the technology & housing bubbles over the Wall Street in the recent past which normally get created by the innocent people, who don’t even know what’s actually going on. Extremely presentable-isn’t it?</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kn3xYfja6Mio4ArUPR7O9RUc7meEbGeaESenRo6OkJs-eOY7Vc7_HTkagVtg3UYkuS-UNimOXQZI4CFGuMXpB0EqUB9V5ZwsgE6kxSF0RSGqlJmjPskvins14loNzIEk6e2DCFh9L6Y/s400/Oliver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523062895034430146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >While in the movie, Jake watches TV, where in Gordon Gekko is introduced & interviewed by a lady news anchor on a TV show, it did not take me more than few seconds to recognize the news anchor as Maria Bartiromo. In reality, she is an iconic figure in Global Financial Journalism. I have read so many articles covered by her on Bloomberg, Business-week, CNBC and Wall Street Journal. Seems the director, Oliver Stone left no stone unturned to bring a touch of reality to his movie…Hats off</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVdLtAyvodmKgvx-PkyleuFOpzLP4RIe72NTWQTXy2pMh64yauzRWi0ulbbfsSbQmeBS-5K3SCEE3HmPdCDexWj0nDAjPrsM4BfImg69ED9WEi7sXerrPXUbHz-LN6G3dxsYNBLEu-vNg/s400/Maria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995465177973890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >When Louis Zabel (Frank Langella) tries to arrange a bailout for his company Keller Zabel, in a high profile meeting with leading bankers and Fed officials, he (Lou) addresses the speaker on intercom as Paul…Guess who is the director addressing here as Paul? Former US Treasury Secretary, Henry Paulson. </span></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLloLEQ0VTN3HBpCimj7CZvbZT0OElJinvIxrUdxGo_l0MnLO-Q1cIKJ-CGKqMqCkRnWIo8urRc6M5XiH1uvEZ6slXqQ5tlBm1SduEV5i3U9AcWgURgzI2pkyy8bkQomTsgq9sNST2kJk/s400/Paul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522998635375585666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When Jake learns on TV that his mentor, Lou has committed suicide, as he could not save his company Jake is deeply grieved. This is the moment, when Jake proposes marriage to his girlfriend Winnie and it doesn’t look odd because it gives the audiences a feeling that he does so, to fulfill his mentors last wishes (before his death, Lou rewards Jake with a hefty bonus and wants Jake to marry Winnie). What an extremely emotional sequence which blends love with mentorship. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPJq79ScUGTC2pu0Ox0eh7svWRz-tddLrRggm7EKMUIkgN3fj0t8JFahbMvktmVawipT1atTpp9lTUIjn-mGGaq1mT5lESVzuXUALq3CTSC5iDRblhH2jkbP3wloc-iFy3Z0KdYnXxX8/s400/Lou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995886442179730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >While Gordon Gekko has a brief encounter with Bud Fox (an employee of Gekko, who helps SEC officials to conduct a sting operation in 1987 movie, wherein Gekko is charged for Insider Trading) look at the face expression of Gekko when Bud places his hands on Gekko’s shoulders…he he he…Gekko gives him such a vindictive look yet finds himself helpless against Bud’s market growth…what an expression.</span></span></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLKNykOCJoF5aWsLjsNtI-dPbkTg9zltHrgzx5CDFA92AqLZM220WhOpjg9BPt88lWlDURWxOWuwKNMksaatmwT-zjdSYUgkLbMqgrTWkGG_k7zuBLsL9CpAa7bmVCx9_j-luqQZX7wE/s400/Budd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522999050053567554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 349px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko addresses, CDO’s (Collateralized Debt Obligation), CMO’s (Collateralized Mortgage Obligations) and ABS’s (Asset Backed Securities) as Weapons Of Mass Destruction…he he he…What a cynical yet realistic interpretation of modern financial risk mitigation instruments. Amazing…simply amazing. To make such a realistic remark, you really need to be an insider to the investment industry just like Oliver Stone, whose father, in reality used to be an investment broker.</span></span></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkS5-E6ypTs4YHo6jILbs_yJfT0QKZbup2zFI2mvRmcbwOC9kzUHMZiOporK07bc6Dfn3lrsxWYn4QUI4Wa_V_tlquUGRao5u_hFWPnjQ5Cro85NxZs6XP6XlwsehNtGhqLZTbHnbSYtk/s400/GG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995462243932546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Well, most of the people questioned me how Gordon Gekko becomes a Billionaire again in such a short span of time after stealing $100 Million from his daughter. Many of the audiences could not understand it and hence termed it extremely filmy. Well, the movie clearly shows that Gordon uses a hedging technique known as short selling and turns $100 Million capital in bear markets into billions of dollars. In a scene where Gekko watches the status of his financial strength in a spreadsheet, it is clearly shown how much he made using Long & Short exposures to the market. It’s only that people who don’t understand the financial jargons could not understand it. In reality, those who tracked the financial crisis of 2008 may know that due to many such occurrences, SEC had to ban short selling for a considerable amount of time. Quite insightful, isn’t it?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6-aWRU9EOhT_FauotMkDU4FXTxhABHTT5XHErOkIuwFOy6vbD-uQ2mBaoOxiz1q78QfpaUXfpfXhyphenhyphencPiXMVv4lMtRHnLb34mgilWPT_rzzHwKESYAyUO8lMCF_5efDTi-rS9VogGSL4I/s400/Shorting.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522998641792888018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >By far, Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps is the first movie, which explains Moral Hazard, a widespread buzz word during the bailout & TARP announcements. It’s a situation in which one person makes the decision about how much risk to take, while someone else bears the cost, if things go badly. Financial bail-outs can encourage risky lending in the future, if those that take the risks come to believe that they will not have to carry the full burden of losses and will be bailed out by the taxpayers / Govt. if things backfire.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLjQrvK1Tn6qiYvhjip_Kj5s9T-rHwz9vQ1rtZLaYkTSpy7ltT7-jI7h9oCGooEUGHiwJl_vkrhDwD1jzbkuQCmqIF5krU_EAkQFs7d8zhKJcx2XMGtz3kBcQ3QgnoAIQvZt85XHsREw/s400/MZ.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995894293933666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 317px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; "><span style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The movie showcases how in reality, stocks are actually killed and markets are manipulated by few greedy players in order to survive the cut throat competition. It also vaguely explains that t</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >he first financial bubble dates back to 1600's when Dutch’s created it by selling Tulips at overly priced rate and found the markets collapsed by it. It is often referred to as “Tulip Mania”.</span></span></span></span></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUCWdHjx7n1x4l1r4YdsT2AXBB-HXoMF1KNuhuM8b8MJ4A8rAfv4SY9Hydv94y4gt1EmL0cW3IGjv3Md-iEc2-3pLTVDpclwOiiix_hSve4a7EvrG4sNWGkF0CrwKbQ_vhMoBVsgMrCE/s400/Tulipmania.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995891414809186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 189px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dialogues of this movie are its high point. They instantly connect with the audiences and give you parabolic insights about how markets are driven.</span></span></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko – You are fucked…You all belong to the so called Ninja Generation who has no income, no job and no assets.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko - Someone reminded me, I once said - Greed is good. Now it seems - it's legal...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko - The mother of all evil is Speculation...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko - They take all your money & call it easy "Bucks" and inject some steroids into it, only to call it Leverage Banking. Well, I call it Steroid Banking. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH61STi7wsgA50_nbqomPXFCJ5OuwvXT7pfe3azy3b1v3YnfP1XSU-9MqoqbDqazHkf7CY0z0vdvjiwmodFk44GxENXtaRwoMwWNaCO06sOTaP0xCCBeInwo03NRT9GaMWMnnt7lxuKo0/s400/ABS.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995453825943602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko – Bulls make money; bears make money and pigs - only get slaughtered.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko – You stop telling lies about me and I will stop telling truths about you. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6vu9MSe8SOyizyOtiK2EsjGSYLJDVaNF_X2PDkC16Chsjq-YAb5CNCsA86Y5hc2dNir0TYsP1ui-ASu79a8gUd_GrcjG8r2RKMi7Q-Tfgm4CsYgOfTg2PpJF1c1bFdBAKzuig8Mt4Ao/s400/Wall+Street+Power.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430494043770306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko - Money is a "she". She sleeps in bed with you with one eye open. Next thing you know, she might be gone forever. Money is a Bitch which never sleeps.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib49lfMkL1oPpS7lYVgmfGDuZUtXo9pnn5j5efa5K3H6UPr0RXB3-4vPXB1utgFlSWVYYoKJoOofsdkIoC7-BuXmYob6KWhcOEvO3kI2hFNU-xpBcndOiFU35JoXT6OnpCfsUDfXYrg2o/s400/Blue+GG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995455787286434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko – This is ugly times ugly where ugly gets going. Let the world know that Gordon Gekko is back. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxvnOP9dPv9AQjCE6d2EJm4jPGdrE__MXQzGpfTyELX3nWJ25WjMiB2nCqA2m20BHwKF9SRSRCdQdEHnKN-VhQyeeYU1QQW-SUz1EeS6n9CMXsgKhRGe1E3uTgWNYx7qLNIIsecHrJZI/s400/Latest+Fisherman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522995465728834770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon Gekko – See that’s what you people don’t get right. It was never about money. It's about the game.</span></span></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzoAubPcvrLxCNZAGmqCiz3sDgT-QLsQz6o1HSywB0vQJiIAISkUTW-Uwwq6mE7l_OB4rTAfOo-lEPu26MiFA79rp5jXplmQZBYiDaJE2TCHOQfGE5IHv4VYpgZzENJpvtRrxhYWzt1A/s400/Wall+street.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430505552784290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Bretton James - When you don't know what you are doing, its fatal Mr. Moore. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >-----------------------------</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Jake - Hey Bretton, everyone has a number. What's your exact number to walk away?<br /><br />Bretton - More... </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >-----------------------------</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gordon - It's easy to get in, hard to get out...<br /><br />Jake - is that a threat?<br /><br />Gordon - Absolutely </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:12.55pt"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >-----------------------------</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps is one of the finest movies I have watched lately. It’s well researched and well presented. It only cements my fondness for Mr. Gekko, how so ever malevolent he might be in his mind and deeds. Seriously, I would love to see another sequel in this series... I would highly recommend this movie with a 5 Star Rating. </span></p></span></div>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-63280018629737082322010-08-15T06:19:00.003+05:302010-08-15T06:29:47.253+05:30My Facebook Status...on Indian Independence Day<p class="MsoNormal">“Lead India. It’s a TOI initiative”. Ye nahi likhenge to Times of India kaon padhega? Publicity kaise hogi? Kaonsa ise dekh ke log safai abhiyaan karenge? Ek do ne kar bhi liya, to kya India saaf ho jayega? Bus do minute ka josh hi to jagana hai, log likh denge facebook pe “every Indian should watch this”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0M0EZ8T5J8?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A0M0EZ8T5J8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Is desh me har bande ko jaldi hai. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Koi thamnaa hi nahi chahta.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Aur iske liye thode bahut traffic signal tod bhi liye to kya bura hai? Wrong side gadi dal bhi lee to kaonsa bada gunah kar liya? Thode bahut scratches kisi ki gadi ko marke khud ka rasta bana bhi liya to isme harz hi kya hai?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Aji gaddho kaa kya hai? Gaao khede chhod do, ye to Delhi aur Mumbai ke national & express highway me bhi kafi matra me hai. Khule gataro me aur gaddho me girke marna to shan ki baat hai Hindustan me. Prince bhi gira tha, hero ban gaya. Mahanagar palika gaddhe hi to khodti hai. Bhartee kahaa hai?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Bus ek ghante ki barish, aur Delhi Mumbai me baadh jaisi halat hona to aam baat hai. Aise me gadiya band padna aur traffic jam me fasne ka to alag hi mazaa hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hamare Hindustan me to chief minister aur prime minister ke gharo ke aas paas bhi paani bhartaa hai. Aur wo bhi traffic me faste hai. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Ek to sarkari afsaro se waise bhi paan chabake thookne ke alawa kuch aur nahi hota. Aur jitna hota hai, use bhi hamari janta janardan Bharat Band karke jalaa deti hai. Yaha political partiyo ko lagta hai ke todfod karne se mehangai kam hoti hai. Economics ke naye naye funde to koi yaha aake seekhe.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Hamare Bharat me dengu ke machhar jab tak aake puppy naa le, maza hi nahi ataa. Gandi galiya ho yaafir posh CWG ke stadiums, har jagah hote hai ye aajkal. Eelaaj karwane hospital jao, to doctor badme aate hai, pehle machhar aake swagat kar jaate hai. Kya AIIMS aur kya Apollo… </p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">To kya hua agar stadium ki chhat tapakti hai, aur paani talaab ki tarah bhar jata hai. Khel apni jagah hote rahenge, aur majdoor apni jagah kaam karte rahenge. Deadline kya cheez hai bhaiyya? Abhi kuch aur ghotaale karne baaki bhi to hai. Hindustani hone ka saboot bhi to dena hai duniya ko. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Do minute ki aish karne ke liye, na jaane kitne bachhe paida kar jaate hai. Paal payenge bhi yaa nahi, baadme sochenge. Ladka hua, to jeene ke sahara hoga. Aur ladki to jaise paap hoti hai. Janam lene se pehle hi maar denge. Aur janam le liya, to jeene ki sajaa jhelegi bechari, aur kya?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Naklee doodh, dahi, achar, ghee to ham bade shan se bechte aaye hai. Ab sabziyo me chemical daalke aur expired item bechke bhi to paisa kamaenge na? Dhaabo aur Hotelo me kaon check karta hai ye sab? Aur hamari chain ki neend bhi kaonsi haraam hoti hai. Food Corporation of India bhi to maze se soti rehti hai. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Ladka uchi jaati ka nahi hai. Ladki us gao ki kyu hai? Gotra nahi milta. Dahej nahi de rahe. Haisiyat aur Biradari bhi to koi cheez hai Hindustan me. Ladka ladki ne pariwar ki marzi ke bagair shadi kar li, to jaan se mar do unhe. Panchayat bulao, tuglaki farman nikalo, kissa khatam karo. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p> </div> <p class="MsoNormal">Bhookmari se log mar jaye to chalega, lekin hazaaro ton anaaj sarkari godamo me hi sadna chahiye. Aur godam ke bahar pada anaaj pani se bheeg ke kharab ho jaye to galti to barish ki hai na? News walo ka kya hai? Dikhane do unhe. “Mahangai daayan khaaee jaat hai” bhi to hona chahiye na? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">26 January & 15 August ko “Mera Bharat Mahan” kahenge naa, ekdum Indian isshtyle me. Desh mahan ho jayega, simple. he he he</p> <div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">Bond</p></div>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-86973139632234039302010-06-30T21:33:00.001+05:302010-06-30T21:34:59.501+05:30The Lost LoveComing SoonRishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-817124582964150342010-05-10T01:24:00.002+05:302010-05-12T00:04:20.549+05:30Bingo...COMING SOONRishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-30873550224817319002010-03-25T15:36:00.001+05:302010-03-25T15:38:00.344+05:30My New Bald Look<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3BdpDdyDdxN5YO2a0ZI6P8-WxIvOMSpl_qhgsQ8UJ0ctjij4CtYRMbYWwsY1nlWAHBq3smddVd9WoM0qFYz2ck-mE4dMhh8k4EDDj_wnL0EPLxFewgowevpNSQratNYlWyy3-Uzb2LE/s1600/Bond+New+Look.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3BdpDdyDdxN5YO2a0ZI6P8-WxIvOMSpl_qhgsQ8UJ0ctjij4CtYRMbYWwsY1nlWAHBq3smddVd9WoM0qFYz2ck-mE4dMhh8k4EDDj_wnL0EPLxFewgowevpNSQratNYlWyy3-Uzb2LE/s400/Bond+New+Look.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452510837374456386" /></a>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-47105887709551959192010-02-14T19:27:00.007+05:302010-02-14T19:56:24.388+05:30Happy Valentines Day...<div style="text-align: left;">Before I regain my consciousness,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let me once again indulge myself with my love towards NUMBERS...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9knJVhxIdioADHnFjgTqST_CK41quil3IW-QyXB3qrldfcJUiEFKC8-S2ar6KV71pQH-90NKrkLzh5dUqKs1RdHnvN878ct3imxLUkaf7_sJdPxs_bmYcYJYIoIlm-vDm9RYjJa1fD9o/s1600-h/iStock_000003015755XSmall-math_crop380w.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9knJVhxIdioADHnFjgTqST_CK41quil3IW-QyXB3qrldfcJUiEFKC8-S2ar6KV71pQH-90NKrkLzh5dUqKs1RdHnvN878ct3imxLUkaf7_sJdPxs_bmYcYJYIoIlm-vDm9RYjJa1fD9o/s400/iStock_000003015755XSmall-math_crop380w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438102936581452866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 250px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Order, Magnitude and Symmetry, what else would I need?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Numbers behave well, better than humans</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And share intimacy without intricacy...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We enjoy INFINITY. as simple economics of arrangement...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ9Ju8JCb0eiwTFO8UQ8tqxySPl1CCtwFueKuKKfPmk21l-ulcRaaz1Mo-gB31IsMEQFTRhyphenhyphen5vg3S7tGoibEfN_KalFLbk3ZMH_mifE9r3u3D9Z_L01woUahyQj5u-WIswmG6oi-G3BA/s400/market.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438103992681700770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY VALENTINES DAY :-)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx4doE6l5MnFGWexTvbeXN0-eBDvkPFlj_JOspjV8NTnqp9HU_LM6KtQFKTJKIxvggjVLoS4JZuLDKQhut7dsDh3iVfTQPRwUxzHueDP7dVNy7lFHnQM10u2decScGoAr7NDhLcC6saU/s1600-h/cosmomath.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx4doE6l5MnFGWexTvbeXN0-eBDvkPFlj_JOspjV8NTnqp9HU_LM6KtQFKTJKIxvggjVLoS4JZuLDKQhut7dsDh3iVfTQPRwUxzHueDP7dVNy7lFHnQM10u2decScGoAr7NDhLcC6saU/s400/cosmomath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438104502196726770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Bond</div>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-84048679022289627752010-01-25T10:20:00.012+05:302010-01-25T11:46:45.023+05:30The Name Is Bond...Simply Bond<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9O6IVXnW3pFZ327MaRFcolHm6f0jV4pOeqDC3HjYZXDbYB89Fazhvs6s3rG-_men3okerY2RrveQ5xheOaJFExy8I4UocJwE6oZ7aA4DJk03Le-sGttxQs5n9g-dQjBDsqZ3XXjxvK8/s1600-h/Bond_gunbarrel.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9O6IVXnW3pFZ327MaRFcolHm6f0jV4pOeqDC3HjYZXDbYB89Fazhvs6s3rG-_men3okerY2RrveQ5xheOaJFExy8I4UocJwE6oZ7aA4DJk03Le-sGttxQs5n9g-dQjBDsqZ3XXjxvK8/s400/Bond_gunbarrel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430548624449237682" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">If money doesn’t grow on trees, why do banks have “Branches”?</div> <p class="MsoNormal">Why round pizzas are packed in “square” boxes?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If we are not supposed to drink and drive, why do bars have “parking lots”?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why do we still call it a “building”, when it’s already built?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He he he…we are a funny bunch of people, living in a seriously funny world?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Isn’t it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And the best part is that we never question these things?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But when a person like me calls himself “Bond”, there exists, not just a big question mark in front of the entire world, but people also expect a very high degree of interrogation that should lead me to some serious non-bail able charges…He he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Few of them just become curious though, to know what makes me feel that I am a “Bond”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Still there are few who are thinkers…who do not accept whatever is presented to them until they are highly convinced about things?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hundreds of times, I have been questioned why do I call myself “Bond”?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But believe me, till yesterday, I never met a thinker who questioned my nick name.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So I also never bothered to answer this question as to why “Bond”?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Every time I preferred to be MUTE and used to IGNORE the question?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The very essence of the existence of this blog is to answer my status quo to that thinker, who is not just expecting an answer but an explanation too… So here it goes…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuHXUgv835PaFbHejcAOxPf91Ip6bn1V4_fTT93s9eD5xG14G5XEnwvrdzesQ-ltz0HtUDiGr6FYQCRtoX73tva-puDdG1AOsv66-GdqcmSY1zxblbgVwAohpe_j4iyae8uVBels5E1P0/s400/Ashanti.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430537524073514082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 65px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Datch, Panditji, Sukhanwar and Bond are few of my nick names representing me in a different group of people at different time zones of my life.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Each nick name refers to a separate alter ego of the same person, that’s me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This one is specifically for Bond…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The first impression that gets created in our minds when we say Bond is that of Ian Flemming’s James Bond 007.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am a die hard fan of James Bond movies, especially the ones which features Peirce Brosnan as the lead.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Right from his dressing sense to the ways of his execution, witty style, whacky one liner’s, use of modern technology, ability to see beyond what is portrayed and 100% commitment to his mission, I simply get charged up when Mr. Bond comes onscreen.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And who won’t love to be a Bond in real life.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well, that could be one of the reasons why I call myself “Bond”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>More stress should be given on the words – “could be”…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bond generically means something that binds.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>People who are close to me know it very well that I bind them with each other and with myself too, to such an extent that loosening does not remain an option.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But for that, one really must be close to me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…see what Rashmi an ex-colleague from Xchanging has to write on my orkut (a social networking site) profile testimonial…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98aZ-h9r6UCc0OIOaiJGHuly6nirjhsf6McAvB8VNuZtK4coO03ZAhP837LkYksCyeaGpHcrF2x2cQOiKDGyk6u9VVtTQ97zbPG776CY7WdGlEiJeCrjQwsFyy-cWjEVZADj6J4E-oKA/s1600-h/Bond.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98aZ-h9r6UCc0OIOaiJGHuly6nirjhsf6McAvB8VNuZtK4coO03ZAhP837LkYksCyeaGpHcrF2x2cQOiKDGyk6u9VVtTQ97zbPG776CY7WdGlEiJeCrjQwsFyy-cWjEVZADj6J4E-oKA/s400/Bond.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430537535512348594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 92px; " /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Three years post leaving Xchanging, she currently works for Ernst & Young as a Sr. Analyst and still remains a very close friend to me. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Apart from many others, Sumit, Rohan, Mohit, Shailly and Dheeraj along with Puneet, Brijesh and Manoj are very closely bonded to me at my existing workplace.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I value them as MY PEOPLE…They too feel the same for me…We are closely BONDED with each other.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My name Rishi in Hindi means a Monk / Saint…but as mentioned in my earlier blogs, I consider myself a scientist who invented his own religion – BONDING…free from every caste, creed, races and classes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Bonding has more depth when compared to words like affair, companionship, relationship and so on and so froth.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And that could be another reason why I call myself “Bond”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>More stress should again be given on the words – “could be”…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After much introspection, I finally found my love of life.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And they are two, not just one.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Martial Arts and Investment Research.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I am passionate about both.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Leave martial arts aside, the world of investments just fascinates me to the core of my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>May be that’s the reason, I see myself as a hardcore investment analyst throughout my life. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6iJYr55AsgSKuQFOne0SUufzc8SLKMRGwEFPxvoL5qdmYPxkfsscEL5qJpBbKgulaL0jWG-I1tOnrOWrjDY0mOOLxXRSZh4EIxFKlerzHoepgpgMuhK1dvnM2vQM-AAbmitYzEnjAG0/s400/actual+corporate-bond.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430556779910658082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ask any investment professional and he / she will quote - <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Bond is a security, in which if invested, the investor will reap fixed and guaranteed benefits at regular intervals, till the time, Bond actually expires. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now that’s the real reason why I like to call myself “Bond”. May be I should leave upon you people to find out, what prudent investing is all about? </p><p></p><p></p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-71832047218163009502010-01-25T07:13:00.087+05:302010-12-31T14:51:46.872+05:30Movies I Watched in 2010...<div style="text-align: left;"><b>EVERY WEEKEND</b>, I watch a movie, in a PVR Audi near to my place. Alone...he he he...</div><div><br /></div><div>And I have been doing this since past seven years in Gurgaon. I used to do this even when I was in Nagpur, my home town...It gives me different perspectives, ideas, recreation, enjoyment and many more things which I apply in a normal course of life...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlgRZXDneZO6ucrQ8ciFnnuXKspAXSJRSYzVTkBJmAcq6MK-j1OYYjZQqii_24_ArrQ6Ez1ZzfKynnRx73HLCoB-MHzJPzRasy8kC8Ud6g0_M26zyxSwnMY_hcXS-Y9A0ZkDqAkcczpc/s400/theatre_wideweb__470x284,2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505466560408290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px; " /></span></div><div>I don't aspire to be an actor or someone close to movie making. I just want to be an audience, the world has never witnessed before...he he he</div><div><div><br /></div><div>I love to give each movie a rating, as per my likes and dislikes...I would keep it simple...the criteria should be 1 for Poor, 2 for Ok, 3 for Good, 4 for Very Good and 5 for Outstanding.</div><div><ol></ol></div></div><div>Below is the list of the movies that I watched in 2010 at PVR Cinemas or a movie auditorium, in a chronological order...</div><div><ol><li>Raat Gayi Baat Gayi (2.5 /5)</li><li>Sherlock Holmes (3 /5)</li><li>Chance Pe Dance (3 /5)</li><li>Veer (3/5)</li><li>Rann (4/5)</li><li>Ishqia (4/5)</li><li>My Name Is Khan (3 /5)</li><li>Up In The Air (4/5)</li><li>Click (4 /5)</li><li>Karthik Calling Karthik (3 /5)</li><li>Road, Movie (4 /5)</li><li>Teen Patti (3 / 5)</li><li>Right Ya Wrong (3 / 5)</li><li>Alice In Wonderland 3D (4 / 5)</li><li>Love Sex Aur Dhoka (4 /5)</li><li>Shapit (2.5 / 5)</li><li>The Book Of Eli (3 /5)</li><li>Amelia (3 /5)</li><li>Nine (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Clash Of The Titans 3D (3 / 5)</li><li>Prince (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Phoonk 2 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Gamer (4 / 5)</li><li>Housefull (0 / 5)...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><i>worst movie in the entire list. </i></span></li><li>Iron Man 2 (4.5 /5)</li><li>Badmash Company (4 / 5)</li><li>Kites (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Prince Of Persia (4 / 5)</li><li>Raajneeti (3 / 5)</li><li>Robin Hood (4 / 5)</li><li>Raavan (2.5 / 5)</li><li>The A Team (4 /5)</li><li>I Hate Luv Storys (3 / 5)</li><li>Red Alert (4 / 5)</li><li>Inception (5 / 5)</li><li>Knight & Day (4 / 5)</li><li>Lamhaa (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Once Upon A Time In Bombay (4 / 5)</li><li>Salt (4 /5)</li><li>Aaisha (3 / 5)</li><li>Predators (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Help (3.5 /5)</li><li>Lafange Parindey (4 / 5)</li><li>Peepli Live (4 / 5)</li><li>Aashaayein (5 /5)</li><li>Antardwand (5 / 5)</li><li>Resident Evil : Afterlife 3D (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Dabangg (3 / 5)</li><li>Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps (5 /5)</li><li>Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps (5 /5) (Repeated)</li><li>Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps (5 /5) (Repeated)</li><li>Anjana Anjani (3 / 5)</li><li>Crook - It's good to be bad (4 / 5)</li><li>Aakrosh (4.5 /5)</li><li>Knock Out (5 / 5)</li><li>Hisss... (2 / 5)</li><li>Raktcharitra - I (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Jhoota Hi Sahi (3 / 5)</li><li>Golmaal 3 (4 / 5)</li><li>Skyline (3 / 5)</li><li>Guzarish (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Break Ke Baad (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Allah Ke Bande (4 / 5)</li><li>The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader 3D (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Khelein Hum Jee Jaan Se (4 / 5)</li><li>Band Bajaa Baraat (3 / 5)</li><li>Tron: Legacy 3D (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Tourist (3.5 /5)</li><li>Megamind (4.5 / 5)</li></ol><div>Also, the list below shows the movies that I watched at home on a DVD...mostly on my laptop or on my TV / DVD set...must tell you, I don't like watching whatever is shown on a TV...since I always love to go by my choice, especially when it comes to movies, I don't watch them on any movie channel...moreover, the advertisements too, in the middle of the movie bug me up...</div><div><ol><li>The Nines (4/5)</li><li>Catch Me If You Can (4/5) (Repeated)</li><li>Bridge To Terabithia (5/5) (Repeated)</li><li>Nim's Island (3/5)</li><li>Spiderwick's Chronicles (2.5/5)</li><li>The Pursuit Of Happiness (5/5) (Repeated)</li><li>Wild Things 2 (2.5/3)</li><li>Wild Things 3 (2 / 3)</li><li>Into The Wild (5 /5)</li><li>Impact Point (2 /3)</li><li>P2 (3 /5)</li><li>Gladiator (4.5 /5)</li><li>Cruel Intentions 3 (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Deception (4 / 5) (Repeated)</li><li>The Flock (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Breach (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Empire Of The Wolves (2.5 / 5)</li><li>21 (5 /5)</li><li>Wallstreet (5 / 5) (Repeated)</li><li>The Lookout (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Dark Is Rising (2.5 / 5)</li><li>No Country For Old Men (4 /5)</li><li>Training Day (4 / 5)</li><li>Rescue Dawn (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Sleuth (3 /5)</li><li>The Village (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Across The Universe (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Eastern Promises (3.5 / 5)</li><li>3 : 10 To Yuma (4 / 5)</li><li>The Oxford Murders (4 / 5)</li><li>Saw 4 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>American Pie 5 (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Hollow-man (4 /5)</li><li>Hollow-man 2 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Incredible Hulk (4 / 5)</li><li>Eagle Eye (5 / 5)</li><li>Rendition (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Brave One (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Minority Report (4 / 5)</li><li>Surrogates (3 / 5)</li><li>The Happening (3 / 5)</li><li>The Hunting Party (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Rules Of Attraction (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Unbreakable (4 / 5)</li><li>Mystic River (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Shooter (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Accepted (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Good German (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Twilight (4 / 5)</li><li>Twilight Saga - New Moon (4 / 5)</li><li>The Fourth Kind (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Pandorum (3 / 5)</li><li>Whiteout (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Knowing (4 / 5)</li><li>Jennifer's Body (3 / 5)</li><li>Daybreakers (4 / 5)</li><li>The Reader (4.5 /5)</li><li>Passengers (4 / 5)</li><li>Bangkok Dangerous (4 / 5)</li><li>Max Payne (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Taken (5 /5)</li><li>Paycheck (4.5 / 5)</li><li>A Beautiful Mind (5 / 5) (Repeated)</li><li>Kingdom Of Heaven (4 / 5)</li><li>Road To Perdition (4 /5)</li><li>Traitor (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Mirrors (4 / 5)</li><li>Twelve Monkeys (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Pride & Glory (3 / 5)</li><li>Street Kings (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Italian Job (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Inside Man (4 / 5)</li><li>The Alphabet Killer (4 / 5)</li><li>Garden Party (3 / 5)</li><li>Iron Man (4.5 / 5) (Repeated)</li><li>Alien Raiders (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Cherry Falls (3 / 5)</li><li>Unearthed (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Final Destination (4 / 5)</li><li>Final Destination 2 (4 / 5)</li><li>Final Destination 3 (3 / 5)</li><li>Red Line (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Elegy (4 /5)</li><li>Eden Lake (4 / 5)</li><li>Inkheart (4 / 5)</li><li>The Uninvited (3 / 5)</li><li>Black Christmas (3.5 /5)</li><li>Harry Potter 1 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Harry Potter 2 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Harry Potter 3 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Harry Potter 4 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Harry Potter 5 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Harry Potter 6 (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Burrowers (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Edge Of Darkness (4 / 5)</li><li>Friday The Thirteenth (4 / 5)</li><li>The Informant (4 / 5)</li><li>Law Abiding Citizen (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Unborn (3.5 / 5)</li><li>New York - I Love You (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Sorority Row (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Collector (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Cracks (4 / 5)</li><li>Thick As Thieves (3.5 / 5)</li><li>A Nightmare On Elm Street (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Push (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Freddy vs. Jason (4 / 5)</li><li>From Paris With Love (4 / 5)</li><li>Splice (5 / 5)</li><li>Changeling (4.5 / 5)</li><li>State Of Play (4 / 5</li><li>The Crazies (4 / 5) </li><li>The Taking Of Pelham 123 (4 / 5)</li><li>The Horsemen (4 / 5)</li><li>The Sorcerer's Apprentice (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Twilight Saga - Eclipse (4 / 5)</li><li>The Last Airbender (2.5 /5)</li><li>The Bounty Hunter (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Armored (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Hard Candy (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Transporter 2 (4 / 5)</li><li>Derailed (4 / 5)</li><li>Red Eye (4 /5)</li><li>Drag Me To Hell (4.5 /5)</li><li>Perfect Getaway (3 / 5)</li><li>District 9 (4.5 / 5) </li><li>The Hurt Locker (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Transporter 3 (4 / 5)</li><li>Living & Dying (3 / 5)</li><li>Serenity (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Stay (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Wolfman (4 / 5)</li><li>The Messengers (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Crank (4 / 5)</li><li>Crank 2: High Voltage (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Death & Life Of Bobby Z (3 / 5)</li><li>30 Days Of Nights : Dark Days (4 / 5)</li><li>Green Zone (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Expendables (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Final Destination (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Lake House (4.5 /5)</li><li>The Prestige (4 /5)</li><li>Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe (3.5 /5)</li><li>Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Unknown (4 / 5)</li><li>The Covenant (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Children Of Men (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Pulse (4 / 5)</li><li>Turistas (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Nightmare Man (2.5 / 5)</li><li>Population 436 (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Pink Panther (4 / 5)</li><li>The Pink Panther 2 (4 / 5)</li><li>Rogue Assassin (War) (4 / 5)</li><li>The Holiday (4 / 5)</li><li>The Tripper (2 / 5)</li><li>Failure To Launch (3 / 5)</li><li>A History Of Violence (4 / 5)</li><li>Grindhouse: Planet Terror (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Funny Games (2.5 / 5)</li><li>I Will Always Know What You Did Last Summer (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Cleaner (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Silent Hill (4 / 5)</li><li>Ideocrasy (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Kungfu Panda (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Extra-ordinary Measures (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Date Night (3 / 5)</li><li>Cloverfield (3 / 5)</li><li>Spy Next Door (4 / 5)</li><li>The Town (4 / 5)</li><li>Valentines Day (4 / 5)</li><li>Wall-E (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The Karate Kid (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Tron (The 1982 release) (3 / 5)</li><li>The Lovely Bones (4.5 / 5)</li><li>Confessions Of A Shopaholic ( 3.5 / 5)</li><li>He Is Just Not That Into You (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Life Before Her Eyes (4 / 5)</li><li>The Tuxedo (4 / 5)</li><li>Before The Devil Knows You Are Dead (4 / 5)</li><li>Bruce Almighty (3.5 / 5)</li><li>How To Train Your Dragon (4.5 / 5)</li><li>The 40 Year Old Virgin (3.5 / 5)</li><li>Good Luck Chuck (3 / 5) </li><li>A Dangerous Man (3.5 / 5)</li><li>The Recruit (4 / 5)</li></ol></div><div>(Repeated) means I loved the movie and watched it repeatedly. There are movies which I simply love to watch again and again...</div><div><br /></div><div>The list will be updated every week, as and when I will be watching more of them...</div><div><br /></div><div>There is a pattern which applies to me...</div><div><br /></div><div>The week which goes without watching a movie in a cinema hall, actually ruins my personal and professional life. I know you might consider this superstitious. But what if it holds true in my case and has been tested ever since past seven years? </div></div>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-22104846628959840732010-01-17T20:45:00.013+05:302010-03-22T09:17:55.831+05:30Charms Of A Sweet Devil...<div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes, we inadvertently become the worst enemies of our close friends.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And we still don’t deny our friendship.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s because we love to live in a fictional world of illusions.</div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDS56YIqkegJWfi9AOaeCfr_8tr2VYFrX7zfbYNA5TAM8zxJ_ukma9cTiDclyGCptmSjMnBSKZircTt0ESRXAsZemRsbKsXr5DmuYWSY3pByrsIwvrLEm2DkM74ZbA3hi2ox9EuMry5o/s400/beautiful-witch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449944468320607346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px; " /></span></p><div>Today being the chilliest day of the winter 2010, I was trying my best to go through the online books on my laptop.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I planned it well in advance that post January 15, 2010, I would re-engage myself with all my study material.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After all, this would be the final level of one of the toughest exams which I would be appearing in another three four months.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Blame it on the chilly temperature despite of using a blanket over a quilt (rajai), or the toughness of the study material, I was not able to build my learning insights.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And then I saw a ping from Sujit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After a normal how wow discussion, he asked me if I have written a new blog, to which I replied him – no.</div> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:33pm </span></b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1145633013"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themetext-decoration:none; text-underline:nonecolor:accent1;">Sujit</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">what abt ur blog?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">kuuch likha aapne?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:34pm Rishi<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">yes...Brijesh ki shaadi ke reception ke baare me likhaa hai...</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:34pm </span></b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1145633013"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themetext-decoration:none; text-underline:nonecolor:accent1;">Sujit</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">ladkiyo ke barey mein?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:34pm Rishi<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">ladkiyo ke baare me kuch nahi likhaa...Bramhachaari hu yaar..</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:305.25pt">he he he<span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:35pm </span></b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1145633013"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themetext-decoration:none; text-underline:nonecolor:accent1;">Sujit</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yeah i knw tht, uskey alawa?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">epsita ke barey mein sir</p> <p class="MsoNormal">uska dimag</p> <p class="MsoNormal">jo chacha choudry jaisa hai</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:36pm Rishi<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">he he he...likh sakta hu...but abhi maine apne dimaag ke baare me sochnaa shuru kar diyaa hai...I have started preparing for the final level exam....</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Epsita ka kyaa hai...wo to chali gayi</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ab waise bhi nahi jhelnaa padegaa...na use hamko...aur na humko use...he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:37pm </span></b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1145633013"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themetext-decoration:none; text-underline:nonecolor:accent1;">Sujit</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">yeah</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:37pm Rishi<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But seriously, she was a good girl...dimaag se paidal thi...but otherwise a very good girl…will definitely miss her around</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;">6:38pm </span></b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1145633013"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themetext-decoration:none; text-underline:nonecolor:accent1;">Sujit</span></b></a><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="color:#4F81BD;mso-themecolor:accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">yeah subsey jyada mein kyoki mein uska dimag (jo bahut kum tha) subsey jyada mein hi khata tha</p> <p class="MsoNormal">he he he</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: rgb(79, 129, 189); color:accent1;">6:39pm R</span></b><b><span style="color: rgb(79, 129, 189); color:accent1;">ishi</span></b><b><span style="color: rgb(79, 129, 189); color:accent1;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">correct....I know that...the best was when you addressed Saurabh to lift her up for his dumbles practice, to make his dolle sholle...that was hilarious...I could not stop myself from laughing the whole day...he he he</p><div>For a while, I was distracted.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And the distraction continued till I was forced to go into the flashback <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>wherein six months ago, I was quite irritated by the Gmail team which moved adjacent to my workstation in my office. At that time, it was invasion of my privacy as I normally prefer to work in a serene environment. The fact that I was not the owner of my company left me with no choice, but to work with those people whom I used to consider the most immature lot of corporate world. They are the regular customer service representatives who either have telephonic conversations or emails to respond. Read my previous blogs, and you would easily sense my hatred towards them. Reason – they are happy following Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) thereby keeping themselves away from jobs that asks people to use grey matter. With this hatred in my mind, I used to curse the situation where in I had to work sitting next to these people.</i></span></div><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Voraciously, a female voice greeted her boss…</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Female – Hello Sir. How are you doing? Kyaa baat hai aajkal nazar hi nahi aate aap to. Lagtaa hai kaafi busy busy rehte ho?</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Boss – Bus aise hi…yahaa tak aane ka time nahi milta...</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Female – Dekha, maine kahaa naa, busy rehte ho aap!</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>The boss noded his head and left. The lady then whimpered with a fuss – Busy kya khaak rehtaa hai ye. Is company me TLs aur Managers kabhi kaam nahi karte…magar dikhaenge aise, jaise unse busy aur koi nahi hai…</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>I was like - what the hell? I peeped right to see, who this lady was, who was totally ignorant of the fact that she was sitting near to an Assistant Manager (me).</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>And I saw a thin kiddo like girl, who obviously represented the so called BPO crowd. As if, she was still in her teens but got a job very early and has yet to develop the so called business maturity and organizational behavior. She was half the size and weight of a normal female. Sorry! Not half, but one fourth actually…he he he…But had a voice which at times was mellifluous but mostly was sonorously loud and vibrant. She constantly blabbered while working. Chitter Chatter Chitter Chatter Chitter Chatter, my God!</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>I was so furious over her, that I irritatingly expressed my anguish to my neighbor who turned out to be Sujit, her team mate. </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Rishi – Ye hai kaon yaar? Kisi ne isko bataaya ke ye kitnaa bolti hai? My God! Samjhao yaar ise…</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Sujit – he he he…samjhaa denge sirji. </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>The chatter gal continued to blabber, jabber, twiddle and giggle for about a month or two and I did nothing considering she belonged to other team and her reporting was not with me. Suddenly this girl held up with a pin drop silence. I then realized that while in a casual interaction, I told her that she actually talks too much and also disturbs. Astonishingly, that casual interaction made her mute. It was that simple to stop this girl from being a work place devil who always pestered me. </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>I just tried to be me, straightforward. And it worked. </i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>Won’t anyone be surprised to see a muffled tongueless person who used to constantly blabber all the time? I was. Well, that was just the beginning of charms getting radiated from this devil. </i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxlpLM2ryn1QqGM1UV_OpcaktDwqIkhUF7LIzOQuXCI9FJfIupCdCazslNbZW_QNMx6E6vdOQJBABtQELEN5DLTUMr3K3TNf74HOYihBTArQnlhH1vxWRbgwFdlEC0VMBprBKXUnOqRA/s400/Moonlight+witches.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449950883692149266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px; " /></span></i></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "><i>Upon asking, she revealed her name as Epsita. Normally, people would spell it “Ipshita”…but no, instead of “I”, she starts it with “E” and yes, she likes to keep the effects of “h” hidden while spelling it, but wants us to be vocal with “h” while pronouncing her name. Ahem…wasn’t she quirkily monarchy?...he he he…that’s exactly what I mean by the word “charm”…he he he…</i></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>I liked her attitude when she molded herself mute, so that she may not cause disturbance to anyone. It showed her tender benevolence. Moreover, during few casual interaction, she revealed that she also dislikes the BPO culture but has to work in a BPO job due to lack of choice. That was the time I understood that she has the right mindset and eagerness to change for betterment, and would certainly do so. It’s only that one should point/guide/poke her up for driving self improvement. And then I started interacting with her casually. I always kept our interaction with light doses of pranks and spoofs, so as to make her comfortable. I never wanted my seniority to infringe my connections with any of the Gmail team members. Hence I kept all my interactions with all the Gmail team members very casual. </i></span>And may be that’s where I made a mistake.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>If you allow your juniors to laugh along with yourself on a joke or a prank, there are good chances that sometime, they would start laughing on you too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And then there would be a time when they would start taking you and your words lightly.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When ever I used to see Epsita and her other team members, working on KANA I used to get nostalgic about my Convergys days.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Even I used to work on KANA which is an email management application.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Five years ago I had the same profile as Epsita and her other team members have today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The typical call center customer service profile.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But in the due course of time, I realized I was in a world less appreciated by intellectuals.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>My evolution from a customer service representative to an investment professional wasn’t an easy task.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The journey was full of learning’s, mistakes, networking, internet surfing, reading and staying on top of things that affected my professional and personal life.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Everything in this journey had a cost associated with it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sometimes, the cost was directly in terms of money, where as mostly it used to be in terms of sacrifice, letting things go, control, introspections, living a lonely life and doing constant soul searching.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>I always stressed on doing things which interests us rather than doing things just for the heck of it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s exactly the message what Three Idiots gave to the world.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I have been preaching this message to my people ever since the time I changed myself 4 to 5 years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Because I understand, what the pain of lack of awareness is all about.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>How it keeps us and our lives at inertia thereby consuming substantial duration of our youth.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I always felt a need of an elder brother who could have guided me with things.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Somehow, I still feel the need of a mentor.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Of course my struggle is still continuing, because though I am working in a knowledge oriented profile I am still a BPO employee and not an actual Investment Banker.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But when I see people at a stage where I was five years ago, I immediately rise myself up to coach them, mentor them and offer them whatever I have learnt in the due course of time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>I learnt things the hard way.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I try my best to make it easy for them without charging them anything.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And it’s a worldwide fact that whatever comes for free is always subjected to suspicion.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Even my offerings to Epsita were preyed upon with dubiousness by her friends and colleagues.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They started ribbing and teasing her with all sort of taunts that they could think of.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Now what do you expect from a young girl whom people knit with a middle aged man.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Obviously, she would feel conscious about the fact and would avoid direct coaching confrontations.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Isn’t it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s very humane…One thing I noticed about her was that she was extremely comfortable interacting with me when her friends were not around.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when they were, she consciously tried to avoid exhibiting our alliance.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My intuition first and then my networking with few other members of the Gmail team, made me aware of the happenings that were going on.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I preferred not to retaliate. I seriously preferred to be neutral. Based on my experience; I have always seen people with conservative myopic vision remaining at a place where they previously were because they underestimate the power of mentorship. As expected they proved that they really belong to a genre of immature gimmicks, who would always fail to identify prospective guides who can direct themselves for a better life and a fruitful career. People with casual attitude like her friends would never be ready to learn from others mistakes and experiences.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They themselves don’t have the audacity to evolve for betterment and have unknowingly been instrumental in causing loss of mentorship to someone who could have been benefited from it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It's true, that sometimes, we inadvertently prove ourselves to be the worst enemies of our close friends.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Isn’t it?</p><div>Well, two days before Epsita’s last working day in our office, she jokingly called me – Gadhaa (donkey).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Had it been anybody else, I would have fired that person left, right and center.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That’s what I am known for, in general.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This was the first time I witnessed in my entire life that an executive addressed someone from a management cadre by calling him a donkey and that too on his face.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Strangely, I felt good, instead of feeling bad.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I felt her connection getting converted into a bonding.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Now what would you call this – Charms Of A Sweet Devil…isn’t it? He he he</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLFADw6VGhbU-EvVYtyPjHijcbJsaVSzAVZI4u7Tw9M8HWeY0Ci5hIgEHyo0I6gzVdjkkhz4sEB1iud2LAoxF7jNqIOKC549HW99ZcCUiFXHfhzeWVPHmz1L8ZxquDZyZoWdSPmIYjbI/s400/Blog+Witch.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449944476171696626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></span></p><div>Good things come in small packs.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My stint with this devil was very short, just of 6 months. "<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Friendship" is a word which will skew our alliance, if used in our context.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Since I could not teach/preach her anything, I won’t even call myself her "mentor".<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She did not report to me officially, so no, she was not even a "team member".<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> Those who are thinking that "attraction" should be the right word for our alliance, they are again seriously mistaken. People can be good to each other, without having any serious purpose, notion and relationship. </span>In fact, there is no word that can suitably describe our short alliance. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Now that she is no more working in my company, it’s obvious that we would forget each other. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, somewhere down the memory lane, I would still love to have those pranky moments cherished, which gave me a human touch and an opportunity to laugh whole heartedly, when I was living a mechanical life, which I call it – Corporate Juggernaut. It's a flavor which very few people in my office like Sumit, Puneet and Brijesh add to my life.</div></div> <p class="MsoNormal">This blog was supposed to be on Epsita’s dumb brain…which Sujit sarcastically calls – Chacha Chaudhary jaisaa dimaag…jo ki computer se bhi tez chaltaa hai…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, in her context, Epsita’s brain and her understanding about worldly things is so imbecilic (foolishly different) that even computers might fail to analyze them…he he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even if I try my best, I can not write about them, despite the fact that I and Sujit used to laugh on her feeble-mindedness, for hours and hours, without taking breaks. And for this, you can once again blame her CHARMS.</p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-44375502590805303072010-01-03T23:34:00.006+05:302010-01-11T05:18:57.932+05:30A Two Hour Trip To South India - Happy Togetherness, Brijesh & Deepthi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNGMHyXNXbaTc9PXjtafyCBEzUlPRrfDw9fJzP74GNfR_zGfS3BLLmdh1k8Ll5mk9TG2TUySInZJYXdyiaIrIcKIMEEtfUYgvto0KL_CPo_3ZWEsS0PryVrKv6fKGrMsfPhBqcmuW4Yc/s1600-h/IMG00028-20100103-1325.jpg"></a><p class="MsoNormal">Just add “South” to “Indian” to get “South Indian”.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Is the word “South Indian” that very simple?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Is it only about the dark complexioned people, speaking some alien language in a very fast pace which most of us don’t understand?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Or is it just about Idli, Dosa, Uttappam and Sambhar Vada?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well the answer is – NO…There is much more to it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It takes more than just visiting South India to know what actually South Indians are all about. Well for me, the journey has just started…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ever since my childhood, I never had even a single south Indian close friend, so I never got a chance to know what material they are made of.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And even till 2<sup>nd</sup> January 2010, I used to feel the same.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But the very next day brought this pleasant change.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>For sometime at least, it made me forget what happened with us on the New Year night. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNGMHyXNXbaTc9PXjtafyCBEzUlPRrfDw9fJzP74GNfR_zGfS3BLLmdh1k8Ll5mk9TG2TUySInZJYXdyiaIrIcKIMEEtfUYgvto0KL_CPo_3ZWEsS0PryVrKv6fKGrMsfPhBqcmuW4Yc/s1600-h/IMG00028-20100103-1325.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNGMHyXNXbaTc9PXjtafyCBEzUlPRrfDw9fJzP74GNfR_zGfS3BLLmdh1k8Ll5mk9TG2TUySInZJYXdyiaIrIcKIMEEtfUYgvto0KL_CPo_3ZWEsS0PryVrKv6fKGrMsfPhBqcmuW4Yc/s400/IMG00028-20100103-1325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425254602831578002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet as usual, the laziest guy of us, was very reluctant to wake up even at 10:30 on this chilly morning.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>On the top of it, he did not even pack the gift which we got a day earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well, that wasn’t a surprise for me?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Coz, that’s what Puneet Raheja is all about…he he he.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Moreover, he also had to pick Manoj from CP, who took a direct flight from Pune to Delhi the same day and was just on time to attend Brijesh’s marriage reception, which was supposed to begin at 11:00 am.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Upon several calls & discussions, we finally reached the venue called “Ayyappa Temple” in RK Puram.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">While entering the temple, we were first stopped by an attendee who instructed us to remove our shoes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Incidentally, we then realized that we were not entering a usual marriage hall or a lawn, but an actual Temple which was truly emitting holy radiance in and around its surroundings.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lo ji...Puneet, who took mostly an hour just to make him up for the event, was slightly perplexed.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – Yaar, we are dressed in our Blazers.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Without shoes, hum log kaise lagenge?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Perfect item lagenge.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…common, remove your shoes along with your blazers and let’s step in sooner as we are already late…and it’s chilling cold here…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By the time we entered the hall; Brijesh and Deepthi, were meeting the guests on stage. Both of them were looking complete as they were complementing each other with the smiles having future in it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I guess that’s when we realized, Brijesh was done with all the “Pooja’s”, “Archana’s” and “Upasna’s”…he he he…I mean to say, all the traditional marriage rituals were already over when we reached the place.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Don’t get me wrong guys…he he he…Brijesh is a very serious guy…he he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Upon seeing us, Brijesh was kind of overwhelmed with joy. May be that’s because this was the second occasion when the entire DAMM was together after Manoj’s transfer to DITP.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Or may be because, we three were the only people from office who finally attended his day.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Brijesh introduced three of us to Deepthi and then we had a quick snap clicked in a group.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well, mine introduction was special…he he he…as a blogger…I don’t know how, but these days, I am enjoying the pleasures of having great readers who trace / follow my blogs time to time…of-course, friends like Puneet and Brijesh are the promoters of my webpage too…Deepthi and most of Brijesh’s friends wanted to meet the blogger which he used to talk about…hence me…I am sure, their preconceived image of Rishi Gajbhiye as a blogger might not have met my physical personality.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s different…you see…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After meeting all the guests, we enjoyed a show wherein the photographer purposefully asked the married couple to pose for different angles and shot their pictures with every possible move.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Few ladies sitting behind us were murmuring about their own marriage experience as if the married couple made them nostalgic about their own experiences…we too enjoyed the whole scene…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was trying to search people from our office and to my dismay; I couldn’t find even a single one apart from we three.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Too bad guys…this event was special enough to be with Brijesh and Deepthi…How can people miss this event?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I am especially not happy with those who report to Brijesh and those who try hard to prove their closeness with him by having dinner together in office.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was still Delhi and people could have easily managed two hours to attend this event and make the couple feel happy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Anyways, that’s how people mostly are…after all everyone can not be DAMM…right?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After a while, Brijesh stepped down from the stage and introduced us to his old friends and buddies.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Must tell you, all of them were South Indians.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We kind of explored the Ayyappa Temple from every possible angle.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It was already a chilly morning and to add topping, it started drizzling too…and the Ayyappa Temple in the drizzling rain was just an amazing place to be…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then came the best part of this event…Food…This is one aspect where I really needed improvement.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As I never tasted more than a single chapatti, (bread) in the so called marriage ceremonies that I have attended in the past two years.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well this was an exception.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Brijesh took us to the basement of Ayyappa temple for lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Upon seeing banana leaves, I got excited.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Brijesh informed that it was not a regular North Indian food but a typical South Indian one.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Both Manoj and Puneet grew pale upon listening to this…he he he…not me…coz I was green listening to this…Well, both Puneet and Manoj along with Brijesh are chicken loving people…they can’t survive without having non vegetarian food…and South Indian dishes are all about vegetarian food…something customized for me only…he he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I decided to have my lunch using my regular hand thereby sacrificing the spoons which both Puneet and Manoj picked up…I am an ardent believer of the fact that South Indian food can not be enjoyed with spoons.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hence, you must not shy being a Roman, especially if you are in Rome…he he he…try licking your fingers and you would love it with those sambhar and naariyal chatni…he he he…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There was this gentleman who was sitting right next to me and was instructing me how to take the pleasures of having a south Indian food.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was having rice along with sambhar in a regular style…but this gentlemen urged me to mix the chutney with the two achar (pickles) along with rice and sambhar and smash the papad on the top of it and then lick it in your mouth…believe me, it was heaven…he he he…for the first time I came to know that there is a special technique of eating south Indian food which this gentleman demystified.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>To my surprise, the menu did not have even a single dish that I had eaten earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Everything was new to me. And those which were not, were actually cooked in a style not known to me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Of all the items, I loved “coconut beans” and “adaa kheer” very much…I had all of mine, Puneet’s and Manoj’s food too…trust me, I was the last person who left the lunch table…he he he…Ever since I started dieting in April 2009, this was the first time, when I had so much of food at a single go…I would always relish it’s taste and would try my best to attend “Onam” just to satisfy my taste buds for a truly amazing malyalami food…he he he</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After lunch, we had a brief interaction with all the friends and relatives of Brijesh.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The language was alien to me…and I was just trying my best to smile at every joke which these people were cracking at that time, without even understanding them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He he he…now that’s a joke, isn’t it?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well I had to do so coz I was waiting for Puneet who left for a while to drop Manoj somewhere in Dhaula Kua…Although I couldn’t understand even a bit of their interaction, one thing I understood very well…I REALLY MISSED A GOLDEN CHANCE OF BEING IN KERALA FOR BRIJESH’S MARRIAGE.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>IT COULD HAVE GIVEN ME A WHOLE NEW INSIGHT ABOUT SOUTH INDIA…anyways, I must say; the journey has just begun, as it has for Brijesh and Deepthi too…</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Now you will feel no rain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">For each of you will be shelter to the other.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now you will feel no cold,</div><div style="text-align: center;">For each of you will be warmth to the other.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now there is no more loneliness for you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">For each of you will be companion to the other.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now you are two bodies,</div><div style="text-align: center;">But there is only one life before you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go now to your dwelling place, </div><div style="text-align: center;">To enter into the days of your togetherness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And may your days be good and long upon the earth.</div><p></p><p></p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-29365106152664898692010-01-01T14:47:00.009+05:302010-01-03T03:05:20.560+05:30First Night Of 2010 - Shame On Us, Indians...<p class="MsoNormal">With great power comes great responsibility.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You all might have known this phrase from the movie Spiderman.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But what if one does not have great power?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Shall he then not choose to be a responsible person? <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After all, responsibility, by the virtue of fact, is nothing but a choice.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Isn’t it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Since past three days, Puneet, I and Brijesh were making plans for celebrating the night of 31<sup>st</sup> December 2009.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Booz and fag, girls and music, what more do you need to make it a happening night?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Brijesh was about to bring his newly wedded wife along with him.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Puneet was supposed to have his girlfriend for the celebration.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I as usual, was about to give them company alone as I always prefer being single. However, to add more light to the plan, we were about to pick a few female colleagues along with three or four friends of Puneet.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All in all, we had a wonderful plan for a group celebration.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But then, the entire world knows that we are very good planners.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When it actually comes to execution, we guys tend to deviate from our so called plans.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This time also, our plan changed at the last moment.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All of a sudden we dropped the idea of having ladies along with us and thought to go with a stag entry (males only) in any of the nearby pubs in Gurgaon, to enjoy daaru, music and chhedofy other visiting girls just for fun sake.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Must tell you I don’t drink…so keep me out of daaru thing, ok…Somehow those friends of Puneet who were about to join us also changed their plans.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So we three were the only ones who stepped out of our office at about 2:00 am in the night (morning ideally) hunting for some serious “MASTI”…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I also had Om and Sujit in my mind as I gave them my cell number to call me just in case they don’t manage to get a local transport in the midnight.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Both of them along with Saurabh and Himanki went for a movie – “3 Idiots” at the Metropolitan Mall for a 10:50 PM show.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Since we three idiots, Puneet, me and Brijesh took Puneet’s car, I was slightly worried as to how would I drop Om and Sujit if they call me for help.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Anyways, we still had Puneet’s car so it was not that big a problem.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But I was still not in a mood to enjoy, as I had a hefty amount of tax cut in my salary which got credited to my bank account a few hours ago, which actually ruined all my financial plans. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>With this thought in my mind, we reached Sahara mall and Vipul Agora situated next to each other.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, we found a huge group of male population outside there.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So we thought to check out other malls and hence moved on.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We again saw a huge male population in front of Metropolitan Mall, but somehow felt the need of checking the mall from inside.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We parked the car and tried to enter the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The guard stopped and warned us not to go inside as there was a fighting among few drunken people in the pub, due to which the police had to close the pub.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Any which ways, we thought that we might see some beautiful faces moving out of the pub.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So we still entered the mall, thereby ignoring the security guard.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when we really did not see even a single Miss 2010 over there, we moved out of the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, the crowd outside the mall just got tripled.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Like us, everyone in the crowd was eyeing upon the females getting outside the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Some of them actually passed few comments too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And then, few drunken people had a fight among themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Reason – the same which caused Ramayana and Mahabharata.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Women.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That was the time when I recalled that the show for “3 idiots” might have ended and felt the probability of having Himanki, a female colleague in the mall along with Saurabh, Om and Sujit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Although Himanki is not so close to me, but still I got tensed as I knew her since past one month.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Moreover, I was the one, who fetched them the tickets of such a late night show, which made me feel guiltier.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Also, she told me that she would be on a bike with Saurabh which added more worries.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Females on a bike, that too in midnight are open invitations to the nocturnal wolves compared to those hidden in windshield of a car.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>With such things happening outside the mall, I did not feel the place was safe for any female.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The only problem was that I did not have the cell numbers of any of them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So I did not know how to contact them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Neither did Om & Sujit call me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Due to a tensed situation, I started dialing my office desk telephone number, just in case, if they might have reached office, they might pick it up.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don’t remember exactly, but roughly I called continuously on my desk for about 15 to 20 times nonstop.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Still no one answered the call.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>With a blank question mark on my mind for the safety of Himanki and party, we moved on from that place.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There was nothing we could do.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our next stoppage was again Sahara Mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sensing more and more crowd there, Puneet did not park his car near to the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He futuristically figures out problems in such areas, and hence took a precautionary measure.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When we reached Sahara Mall, we felt that the crowd was moving towards the entrance of the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The curiosity factor also moved us along with the crowd.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We saw a well dressed couple stepping outside the mall, for which the crowd moved towards them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suddenly we saw the girl falling down and screaming loudly.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The crowd attacked her and her boyfriend was helpless in defending her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They were 20 to 25 people who were misbehaving with her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They even tore her clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, the security guards came in for help, just in time and escorted the couple back to the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The entire scene happened right in front of our eyes and we were shocked to see this happening for the first time in our lives.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>All we could hear was the scream of that girl and the shocking effect it had in our minds.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In past even I did some mischief with girls, but I never crossed the limits of decency with anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I do it in such a way that other party also enjoys the prank.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, this was the first time; we saw limits getting crossed by a group of few Jaats who did it just for the sake of having fun on New Year night.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We along with other public present there played just the mock audiences and nothing more than that.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There was nothing we could do.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somehow, we felt the place inappropriate, so we thought we should move on.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Surprisingly, we saw a PCR van just outside the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We were again shocked as the entire drama happened in front of the police too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And to add to our dismay, the police did nothing to control the situation. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Anyhow, we moved towards crossing the road so as to get our car.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suddenly, I remembered that I once called Om on his cell so I might have his number saved in my phone book.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was lucky to see his number and unlucky to find his cell switched off.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I once again tried to call on my office desk.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>When no one picked up the phone, I wrote an SMS to Om.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suddenly, we heard another scream of a girl.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And we rushed towards the mall to check out what happened?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By the time we reached there, we did not find anything.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So we could not figure out the actual happening.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But we knew there was a serious problem prevailing in the vicinity of the mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And the police was of no help.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Don’t know why?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Again we saw a couple, running from Sahara Mall towards Chakkarpur taking the midway lane between Sahara Mall and Vipul Agora.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And then the entire crowd along with few guards also followed them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We heard a girl screaming again but this time it happened in a nearby shop which we think the girl entered to hide herself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We still don’t know what happened with her there in the shop, as we could not enter the shop.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Also, we saw few policemen with guns and wooden rods coming out of the shop exclaiming – nothing happened inside and that there was no one in the shop.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>There was nothing we could do. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This time the crowd approached few other couples coming outside from Vipul Agora.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sensing problem, the couples rushed back to the Agora.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>However, this time, Puneet & Brijesh felt – enough is enough.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That was the time, they rediscovered themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brijesh – Saale kyaa ghatia harkat kar rahe hai ye log.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Saalo ko peetne ki ichha ho rahi hai…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – Kutto ko sach me maarna chaahiye yaar.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was still silent.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I just don’t know why my blood was not boiling.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>May be the real life situation actually made me blank to such an extent that all my martial arts practice went in vane.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Had there been two three people, I could have still handled the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But they were more than 25 and somewhere down the line, I felt that the police was also supporting them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After all, most of the policemen in Gurgaon are Jaats too.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I wasn’t feeling the kick to do something, not even for cribbing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Rather, I was again very comfortable in being a mock audience.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>To my surprise, Puneet approached the PCR Van…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – Are bhai sahaab, ye sab kyaa ho rahaa hai?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Roko naa inko…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Police Driver – Hum kyaa kar sakte hai bhai?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – Are aap log hi to kar sakte ho.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Police Driver – Har mall ke saamne aisa hi jamghat laga hua hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Kis kis ko rokenge hum log?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – sabhi ko roko.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Yehi to tumharaa kaam hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Police Driver – Aisaa hai, wo log itne saare hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Aur hum log zyadaa nahi hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hum log kuch nahi kar sakte.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – To phone karo.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Commissioner ko, DIG ko, aur force mangwaao.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Agar Gurgaon ke saare malls me 500 log chaahiye to aur force mangwao.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>500 police wale bulwaa lo…zaroorat hai.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Police Driver – kuch nahi hoga usse.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brijesh – aapne phone bhi kiyaa?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Police Driver – rehne de bhai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Kuch nahi hogaa.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – Aise kaise nahi hoga yaar.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Goli maaro saalo ke pairo me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sab theek ho jayegaa…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Police Driver – Goli maarne kaa order nahi hai na humko.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Warna hum goli nahi marte kya?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Sab saale chootiye bhare hai is desh me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Bhenchod.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Kuch nahi ho saktaa is desh kaa jahaa saale aise chondru log rahenge.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Readers; please don’t feel offended by the bad words (gaaliya) that I am using in this blog.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am just trying my best to incorporate the detailing of the incident as real as possible.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And in reality, we certainly used such words.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>I was furious.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Surprisingly, even I was furious over the police driver.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>However, I was still just cribbing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was not doing anything more than that.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Whereas, Puneet & Brijesh were in full action.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Puneet called one of his friends, who is in media and works for a popular newspaper as a journalist.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>The journalist friend advised him to take some pictures of the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Puneet informed him that we don’t have a camera handy.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Disconnecting the call, first things first, Puneet asked us if we can arrange a camera or a video cam immediately, for which our answer was – no.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He suddenly ran towards his car to get another cell phone which belonged to his elder brother. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It had a very poor camera.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Since he had no other option, he thought to use it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>His journalist friend was instructing him from time to time.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And I was still persistent in calling on my office desk trying some luck.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brijesh – Bhenchodo ko marunga mai ab.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Bus ab kuch kiyaa naa inhone, saalo ko zaroor marunga.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ab khoon khaul raha hai mera.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was still thinking, ke apne bhai log thoda jaldi emotional ho jaate hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Both, Puneet and Brijesh were ready to take control of the situation – more or less in a Rang-De-Basanti way.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then the entire attention of the public went on to the entrance of Vipul Agora.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Two couples, totally unaware of the situation outside, stepped out of Agora.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brijesh – Puneet wo dekh saamne.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Fir koi scene hone wala hai lagtaa.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Chal unki help karte hai.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet – Ek minute ek minute.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Let me get the cellphone ready for snaps & videos.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Wo dekh bhenchod saale lag gaye unke peeche.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Chal…jaldi chal warna wo ladki ko chhodenge nahi...apne ko use bhi bachana hai...<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I kind of, accompanied Puneet and Brijesh.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Out of the two couples, one understood the situation that they were getting approached by a mob. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So they walked faster towards their car.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By the time the second couple would have gotten the entire picture, they were surrounded by the mob.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Both, the guy and the girl were Chinkeys, the ones who belong to north eastern part of India. I don't know why, but people in India look upon Chinkeys as "Easy Preys" for satisfying their chauvinistic needs...<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Sensing problem, they started to run towards the City Center Mall…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We three too, rushed towards the scene along with other mock audiences who wanted to enjoy the show.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This time, there wasn’t any security guard, nor were there any policemen as they were near to Sahara mall and the couple had already reached the midway to City Center Mall.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Finally they were attacked by the mob.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Brijesh ran to sideline few of the mobsters so that the couple can get a way to run.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> He was like an Irritated Bull...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Meanwhile, Puneet was trying to get an angle to shoot. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Everything was happening so fast that he was confused about the angle from where to shoot.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>I was again shocked to see few of the mobsters pulling the girl in such a way that she fell on the ground and started screaming.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I literally saw 2 – 3 people pulling off her top.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She was retaliating and screaming like hell.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her boyfriend got sidelined by the mob.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After all he was alone and was a thin guy who got scared with this sudden situation.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They got her top halfly removed till her neck and started playing with her body parts.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>I don’t know what happened to me at that time…I rushed towards the girl lying in front of me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I shouted like hell…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Me - (shouting in full volume) Bhosadchoooodooooo…Gaaaaaaaanduoooo…ek ek ki bund maarungaa aaj mai…Maderchoodooo kisi ko nahi chhodungaa mai…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Three mobsters were trying to get on her upper body.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>One after the other, I pulled each of them and threw them in three different directions.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I don’t know how I managed to do so, but this time, I was feeling utterly powerful and felt as if I would kill anyone and everyone who would try to move towards the girl.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I really don’t know if the mob was planning for a rape or just molestation, but I was truly in a killing mode.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I pulled the chinkey boyfriend too and threw him on the girl so as to cover her body.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But he could not balance himself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I was at the peak point of profanity yelling bad words (Gaaliaa) in Shudh hindi…Seeing this unexpectedly, few mobsters were slightly taken a back.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That was the time, when I pulled the girl and made her sit.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She was still retaliating, as she could not make out who was helping and who was misbehaving.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She also hit me hard on my shoulder.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>By that time, I pulled her top (more of a T-shirt) from her neck, down to cover her upper body.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>May be that was the time when she realized that I was a helper.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And she broke in tears…Till that time, I was constantly yelling all sorts of Hindi Gaaliyaa in full volume…I don’t have any logic for that.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It just happened…Moreover, I kind of lost Puneet and Brijesh in the entire incident.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chinkey boyfriend – Sneha, Sneha utho, Sneha…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is how I came to know her name.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Gradually she was getting unconscious and she again fell on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I lifted her shoulders up and asked her boyfriend to lift her too…She was heavy but we both managed to slide her away from the mob. Meanwhile, I asked him his name, to which he replied - Sunny… </p><p class="MsoNormal">I saw Brijesh who was still bare handedly dealing with few of the mobsters.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Puneet was still unknown.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sneha, the girl, was still half unconscious.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> I</span> saw an Omni Van passing by, which stopped after seeing the scene.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I requested the driver to take the girl in the Van.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But the driver was apprehensive.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He was then requested by other people to let her in.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Finally he understood that the girl was in the problem and needs help.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So he allowed us to get in his van.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Sunny got inside the Van and tried to pull her where as I was pushing her from the ground itself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Suddenly she regained her consciousness and felt as if she was getting kidnapped in a Van.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She again used her legs to hit, which finally worked.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Her heels hit me hard on my upper chest. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But soon I used her name…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me - Sneha, Sneha, control yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Please control yourself…We are trying to help you.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She again recognized me and regained her calmness.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But she was totally broken into tears.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I asked her boyfriend to lock them up from inside and I immediately slide the doors.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That moment I felt as if my cell phone was vibrating.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I checked and it turned out to be Puneet’s call.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He called me at a distance and informed me that he could not take any of the pictures or videos as few of the mobsters forcibly threw handful of sand on his face due to which his spectacles fell and he suffered a poor vision in the darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He tried to search it but could not find it.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So he ran towards his car, to get his spare ones…That was the best action for him considering the gravity of the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And that’s why he was missing from the scene for a short while.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> After all, this sadistic world believes in PROOFs, which we had to collect simultaneously saving the girl. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Unexpectedly, we saw Sneha stepping out of the Van.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She was crossing the road to move towards the JMD Mall as she saw a few policemen there.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We tried to stop her and requested her to get back in the Van.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But she reacted furiously. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sneha – (pointing her fingers towards us, she yelled) Ayeeee…Tum log beech me mat aao…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Me – Listen Sneha, I am the one who helped you. Just listen to me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Don’t go over there…it’s not good for you. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sneha – I know you helped me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And for that I am very thankful to you. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But please, let me handle this now.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Stay away…please.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She then approached to the policemen and had an argument with them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Obviously the Jaat policemen were not ready even to support her.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Bloody Chootiye Saale.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And when she argumentatively addressed one of them by touching him, they got furious.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Believe me, the policemen started slapping her and one of his friends stating – policewale pe haath kaise uthaaya…?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Now the case was really deteriorated and again we could do nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Both the girl (Sneha) and her troop boarded their car and left the place.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>This was the time, when we three felt really helpless.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">While the police was slapping them, one of the mobster identified me and said – Tune hi bachayaa thaa na usko?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Jaa nikaal us ladki ko ab wahaa se.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Puneet again sensed problem and instructed me and Brijesh to leave the place as the mob identified me as a helper and hence may attack.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We left the place realizing – is chootiye Hindustan kaa kuch nahi ho saktaa kyuki yahaa ke log sudharnaa nahi chaahte.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Of the entire public (close to 150, including policemen), only we three tried to take the situation under control…and we did it successfully by saving Sneha from getting molested/gang-raped.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But on a larger picture, we still failed as there was not even a single arrest post the incident by those Jaat policemen.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We are still shocked by the entire incident, yet a sense of contentment prevails just for one reason – we won’t find ourselves guilty of being a mock admirer.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>As we lost faith in the civil defense mechanism in Gurgaon, we decided to take control of the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We boarded our car and literally did patrolling on the entire MG road, till 4:30 in the morning.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We informed several couples and girls coming out of malls, and pubs about the incident and the probable danger, escorted them too, till their cars and caretakers and were thanked by them instantly.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We realized our responsibility, accepted it and executed it till everything was cleared up.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Few females co-operated with us.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Few, got more frightened where as others just thought it to be an innovative style of getting along with girls.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There were these two girls outside the City Center Mall whom we requested to leave the place as soon as possible citing them the danger of walking alone on the streets.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>One of them said, we don’t have to worry, coz my Dad is in Army.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>To which I replied – The only problem is that your Army Officer Dad is not here, so please co-operate.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Soon they realized their mistake and asked for help, and we escorted them too, towards one of the girl’s boyfriend waiting in a car on the opposite side of the road, who again considered us pranksters.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We tried to help a newly married couple for about half an hour but failed to do so as the lady had a quarrel with her husband and she was settling it on the road.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>She shouted on us too…Oh God! Kaise kaise namoone milte hai raato me, help karne jaao, aur ultaa galiyaa khao.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ultimately, they lost themselves in the narrow lanes of DLF phase 1 and we left for our office.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>The moment I reached office, I found one of the team members from the GBG team, who gave me Saurabh’s contact number.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>After learning from Saurabh, that none of them faced any problems after the 3 Idiot show, I was quite relieved.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We are still shocked to such an extent that we could not sleep properly.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s been 11 continuous hours that I am blogging this incident.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And in the morning when we went to the same place around 7:00 am, to search Puneet’s fallen spectacles, everything seemed to be so perfect as if nothing happened there during night.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The very first night of 2010 taught us many things that definitely affected our personal lives.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>We have witnessed one of the most heinous things that can happen to a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> We would definitely be haunted by this incident, if at all we see any kind of mischief happening around any female. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span>Secondly – it's our humble request to all of you that "don’t just rely on the civil defense mechanism of the country.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It is BAKWAAS…So start taking control of situations on your own by coming forward to help"…</p><p class="MsoNormal">Thirdly, just grab a chance and leave this chootiya country along with your ladies, as soon as possible. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You never know, one day these mobs might start attacking homes too. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And that’s not the last one…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is for all the females (girls/working women/elderly)…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE DON’T GO OUT FOR PUBS, DISC’S AND LATE NIGHT SHOWS AFTER 9:00 PM IN GURGAON ATLEAST. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">EVEN IF YOU ARE WITH YOUR <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">PARTNERS</i></b> OR <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">PRESIDENT / PRIME MINISTER / ARMY OFFICER DAD’S</i>,</b> YOU ARE NOT SAFE, AS THEY COME IN A MOB…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, BELIEVE SERIOUSLY & COOPERATE, IF SOMEONE IS GENUINELY TRYING TO HELP…</p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268418881035682976.post-27173647808163604572009-12-01T01:40:00.014+05:302009-12-01T06:29:01.634+05:30Confessions Of An Innocent Killer...<div style="text-align: left;">With all the fears in my mind, I loaded the Ecstasy MX5021 with the first and the only bullet I managed to grab from few local goons who tried to kill me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0b6w8SGYFyyNWSTAotF6PV9bCdoG7JypXLwEI1WMqc3iNbFK037GVMSFpI7NXs9bVOJj57vHhnAlUmNUyundZZhmHdBdOut5gROlBJ3CB77YkfbCSpVvcOLoSW45QIIkkGDkPP4R9QAI/s400/bullet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409996502429223746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My hands were literally shaking when I terrifyingly raised it on him.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With a dim light near to me, it was dark all around and I could not see his face.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This guy was searching me with a dagger like thing in his right hand.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Obviously he wasn’t motivated with benevolent intentions.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The only thing I could make out about him was that he was behind my life.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And if I have to save myself, there was no other way left for me but to kill him.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Confusion along with terror, were the only two things I had in my mind.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For the first time in life, gathering courage actually took a lot of it.</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The moment he turned towards me, he raised his dagger and shouted at me “Oye”… That was the moment; I felt the jerk of the revolver I was carrying in my hand.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The sound created by the shot left me completely shocked.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For few seconds there was just a point blank silence with only one exception - echo of the shot.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In fact there were two.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The dagger which slipped from his hand created another sound when it hit the floor.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I regained my consciousness.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Ecstasy MX5021 slipped off my hands too, after seeing the horrific scene.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This guy was flat in front of me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His upper body was exposed to a mild ray of dim light and I could visibly see his red shirt which got pierced due to the bullet I shot on him.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before getting stiff, he whispered, “Aaah! You can’t be Rishi, right?”</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“What if I am?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Won’t you have killed me?” I replied.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I realized, I inadvertently committed a crime to save my life.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Being there for some more time was a bad idea, so I immediately eloped from the backdoor of that place without even checking who he was.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was 6:00 in the morning yesterday when I reached home after this incident.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I am not exercising, it’s a fairly normal time for me to go asleep, as I do evening shifts in my office.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I set the alarm to 4 PM and tried to sleep.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What do you think?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Having committed a crime, will it be easier to sleep?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bloody hell…I shot a guy dead…how could I do it?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Visions of his red shirt and a wound on it haunted me and I couldn’t sleep.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While on bed, I was continuously thinking if I should report the incident to the police.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Simultaneously, I was trying to estimate the consequences too.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With this background in mind, I was trying to do the root cause analysis of this unfortunate incident.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I purposefully went into the flashback…</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">two days ago, while returning from my martial arts classes, my car met with a small mishap.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I was waiting on a red traffic signal when another car hit my car from back.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i><img src="http://www.ins.state.ny.us/images/autogd/colli_sm.gif" /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I was furious over that guy, who turned out to be a local goon called Partha Roychaudhary.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">While our argument turned out to be a serious fight, he tried to hit me on my face and somehow missed on it.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Realizing the gravity of the situation, I grabbed this opportunity and punched him on his face.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">We both started hitting each other till the crowd interrupted in between and we left the place cursing each other.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I came back home, had a shower and went asleep.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">That time I hardly knew that it was my last sound sleep.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">As usual, I woke up at 3:30 PM in the evening for my office.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">While I was having a glass of milk in the balcony, I unexpectedly saw Partha speaking to few of my neighbors.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">What the hell this guy was doing near my place?</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I rushed myself inside as I wanted to avoid unnecessary fight, which I thought was already ended in the morning.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I was slightly flustered by seeing this.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Anyways, I made myself ready and left my place for the office.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">While I was near to infinity towers, I saw Partha and his accomplices again.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">They identified my car entering the premises of my office.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Now how would you react when you know that the fight you thought to be ended in the morning still continues with a vengeance in the evening?</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Obviously, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. Shailly, one of my colleague understood that there is something wrong with me…Upon questioning, I told her that I was just trying to avoid seeing few bad faces…She then asked me to write an email to the team members citing the venue and date of the team party, to which I plainly denied.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">While interacting with Shailly, I was thinking about Partha and his people.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Even during a chat with Navneet, about the team party I reacted as if I wasn’t chatting with my boss, coz Partha was still there in my mind.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">The disturbance just increased when I saw these goons waiting outside my office.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">They couldn’t see me as I was along with Puneet in his car.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">We were going to check out a Samsung LCD TV for him at a nearby mall.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">However, the tension declined when Puneet and I returned back to office and I did not see them around…Well, it was just the beginning…</span></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">While returning home, I thought I should not take my car, back home as it could reveal my whereabouts.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I decided to walk through the interiors of Infinity and </span></span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Cybergreen</span></span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Towers</span></span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> to reach home.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">While I was crossing the road to move towards </span></span><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Cybergreen</span></span></st1:placename><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span><st1:placetype st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Towers</span></span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">, someone placed a blanket like thing over my head to cover it and tried to push me in a van.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Soon I realized I was in the company of Partha and his goons.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">They took me to an unidentified dark flat outside Gurgaon and tied me to a pillar.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Subsequently, Partha disclosed, he would kill me soon.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">All my pleas to leave me unhurt were unheard. After an hour or so, I don’t know how but Partha and his men had a fight among themselves.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I think one of them, retaliated against Partha’s plan to kill me.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">When this guy tried to untie me, Partha attacked him from back and injured his skull, which started bleeding.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Before dying, this guy was successful enough to loosen my knots, which Partha couldn’t realize.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">When Partha moved to another room, I gradually untied myself and frisked the already dead goon to grab his revolver.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">I saw Ecstasy MX5021 with a blue semicircle, carved on his revolver which was loaded with only one bullet.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">That’s how I got this revolver.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Using my Parkour Skills which I am practicing these days in my Martial Arts classes, I jumped swiftly from the window to run away from that place.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">After running for about half an hour, I suspected someone chasing me.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">To save myself, I entered the backdoor of this factory like building, to hide myself.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Beep Beep Beep Beep…</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUb85lCkQus6jF6KsKNW8V1QlbzzII9ibKv211ORow66XQwAaFQI_1gETRFDn3Wbbeg5Vdc2vb8IoD48R_2XqCimy6AYIlaYuTkA4r6Q5Ycmh0QHbWec7779ovZg9N4VsY6EZzq9xg24/s1600/alarm.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUb85lCkQus6jF6KsKNW8V1QlbzzII9ibKv211ORow66XQwAaFQI_1gETRFDn3Wbbeg5Vdc2vb8IoD48R_2XqCimy6AYIlaYuTkA4r6Q5Ycmh0QHbWec7779ovZg9N4VsY6EZzq9xg24/s200/alarm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410009060373107442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px; " /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The alarm watch tickled at 4:00 PM which brought me back from the flashback…the series of events moved like a filmstrip while I was trying to sleep yesterday…one thing was for sure…the factory like building was the same place where I killed this guy…now the only thing which I wasn’t so sure of was, whether I killed Partha or his other henchmen…Since I killed a person, I presumed I won’t be spared by law.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I decided to hide the fact from everyone…It’s only that I was worried about the fact that one of those three people who tried killing me is still alive and might try to kill me again.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyhow, I decided to deal with the situation on my own.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was more vigilant now…but somehow I had to portray of living a normal life, the way I live everyday…so I made myself up to go to office.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I shaved, had a shower, and wore my executive formals with a white shirt.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">White is the color which depicts peace and that’s exactly what I wanted in life now…and believe me, since I did not join my team members for the dinner party, the evening mostly went peaceful in the office without work…it’s only the nights which create problems for me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When it was dark, I thought to check the outskirts of my office premises, just to confirm if someone still had vengeance upon me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, I could not gather enough guts to step outside my office premises completely…so I gazed outside from the entrance door of my office situated just near the reception counter.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is the place where I spend break time sipping tea and having some eye tonic mostly along with Puneet and Brijesh.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I got a sigh of relief when Brijesh approached me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well he was just entering the premises to begin his day.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He asked me what I was doing there.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I simply lied, citing him that I was waiting for one of my team members to take his monthly 1x1 sessions, where as I was checking if Partha or his henchmen were waiting for me outside.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well I saw nobody, which actually made me relieved.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That night, after finishing my regular work, I drove my car to go back home.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The moment I was about to take a U turn from Shankar Chaok, I saw Partha near the Gateway Towers (Ship type building).</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fearing him, my steering automatically took the car to the National Highway 8 (NH8) towards Dhaula Kua.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well the rear view mirror showed him along with one of his goons on a motorbike speeding towards my car.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGWstNVV7YhxuO7xGiQ7XCxDwo-qZP-4q9fm1WTXPAuv0BokCHKsOOQECJ0a-YatLCdatdqOS-SXeSOXYCtgUH-7F_fCM-A9hNcGSvOj_BV9C7BK6j9zZ1vMMtdbskc3z2h_k8LwvioY/s1600/rear+view.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUGWstNVV7YhxuO7xGiQ7XCxDwo-qZP-4q9fm1WTXPAuv0BokCHKsOOQECJ0a-YatLCdatdqOS-SXeSOXYCtgUH-7F_fCM-A9hNcGSvOj_BV9C7BK6j9zZ1vMMtdbskc3z2h_k8LwvioY/s200/rear+view.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410037539897288386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px; " /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since the road is pretty wide I thought it would be a wrong move to drive and find safety on that road.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I took a left turn to enter Udyog Vihar where my previous office was situated.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was well versed with the roads and subways there.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Due to my unexpected left turn to Udyog Vihar, Partha kind of missed me for a while.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Taking advantage of this time, I switched off the head and tail lights of my car and rushed on a dark subway.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I was convinced that nobody watched me, I decided to rush & park my car in the vicinity of nearby bushes and start running on the narrow lanes of Udyog Vihar, which is an industrial area full of call centers and manufacturing units.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since I had to switch off my car lights in the dark night, I had a poor vision while I rushed my car into the bushes.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While doing so, I felt as if I had hit something.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I stepped out of my car, I was shocked to see a slum dweller child lying near the bushes.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He was still alive, but unconscious as my car ran over left side of his body which started bleeding heavily.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thinking that he still was alive, I picked him up so as to rush him to the nearby hospital.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Partha was still in my mind and I had to protect myself from his cruel intentions too.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fear of getting prosecuted by law for rash driving also started bothering me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Guilt of killing someone also chilled my spine completely.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There were too many things in my small mind which certainly went wrong.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gradually I realized my shirt was getting wet by the constant bleeding of the child I was holding.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For the first time I literally smell blood that too on my shirt…believe me that was a horrific experience even to describe.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His blood spelled all over my body.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In fact my white shirt wasn’t white anymore.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I thought to grab help from few of my friends.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I called Puneet on his cell.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Obviously, he missed the call as his cell phone might have been kept with the office guard.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We are not allowed to carry cell phones in our office.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I dialed his desk telephone but he wasn’t there too.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I got a sigh of relief when I saw a hospital, where I handed over the child for treatment and left the place.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The hospital authorities wanted me to complete the formalities, which I plainly denied in order to avoid legal consequences.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With a sense of contentment I stepped out of the hospital.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was 3:00 am in the morning with darkness all around.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My shirt was still wet entirely with blood on it; hence I started feeling a bit cold and was worried about my car too, which was left unattended.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It obviously was a wrong idea to leave my car, however going back towards it would just increase the degree of wrongness.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I started walking the narrow lanes of Udyog Vihar.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Upon walking a few miles, I saw a mobile trolley (haath thelaa) and a person sleeping near to it.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I realized that most of such people who sell stuffs on such trolleys don’t have homes to sleep.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So they use footpaths to meet their sleeping needs.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyways, I tried to wake him up; however, he was in a state of deep sleep.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I thought to check his trolley which turned out to be a small coconut water selling shop.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Luckily I found a long knife which the seller used to chop tender coconuts before serving it to the customers.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I thought to keep the knife in my custody as it could definitely help me in protecting myself from Partha.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I moved on, grabbing his knife and leaving two notes of Rs 100/- for the seller in lieu of his knife. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_lcbEBRR3QPpwmey0C6V-7i8IcnPR6PGaVYnj-5lvl_xPr5nU_qWS2qn2sH4VNYp82-Tn-jiYuKM3iEbR7XauQEndMCXJP2B7_dSBYVVXU62Vv5r2VMvT6tJJ7X98yZHrM-LgkzFZok/s400/knife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410041401212101218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The narrow lanes seemed to be never ending.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was tired of walking and running to save myself.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I crossed the road, to enter into another lane, I somehow made myself visible in the street light.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As always, visibility proved fatal for me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Partha saw me and shouted – “Look, he is there…get him”.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Obviously he wasn’t alone.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Both of them seemed to be the gods of death who opened their arms gloatingly and were expecting my life outside my body.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was literally feeling the spine chilling fear moving everywhere in my body.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I normally practice for marathons, but this time I turned myself into a sprinter and ran the fastest I could, from one lane to the other to hide myself from them.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don’t really know how long did this cat rat chase continued, but when I felt I dodged them I found myself on Jaipur highway (NH8).</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I couldn’t believe I covered a distance from Udyog Vihar to the outskirts of Gurgaon barely running on my feet.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A sense of getting chased was still there in my mind and hence getting hidden was the only option left for me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly I heard few footsteps moving here and there, as if someone was around.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I saw this building which I felt was a perfect place to hide myself.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Subsequently, I moved in through the entrance of that building which turned out to be a manufacturing unit seemed to have kept closed for few months.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was dark all over with a very dim light inside. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3PTojjXztzZZ4R8oNqqqZG1pkRdEzdCxJhAkWJQ1hGesDQ1gMe8IYsoGi6vujRSlfW90u8YvO2_1oYv_jcaY2dq0Q3P4pBQkoJrIIiEuH4Q3Re5nhZCgtd-aB7_zXXDrlQsj7XgxC-M/s400/factory.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410014575593516578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was cent percent sure; there was someone else in the building other than me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It could either be Partha or his henchmen, I wasn’t sure.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This time I gathered some courage to face the situation.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I decided to search this guy in the darkness and get all my answers.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wasn’t feared much, because I felt there was only one person in that building apart from me and I had a knife for any adverse situation.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So very slowly, swiftly but precautiously, I was trying to search this guy.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That’s when my cell phone started beeping with my James Bond ringtone.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was terrified as the other person might have certainly got to know where I was hiding.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I immediately pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and placed it on silence mode.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was Puneet who tried to respond to my call which he initially missed.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I kept the cell phone in my pocket, held the knife in my hand tightly and looked here and there to confirm if someone was around me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly I heard something.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As if someone was loading a revolver to point it towards me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Obviously he wasn’t motivated with benevolent intentions.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The only thing I could make out about him was that he was behind my life.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And if I have to save myself, there was no other way left for me but to kill him.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Confusion along with terror, were the only two things I had in my mind.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I raised my knife and shouted at him “Oye”… That was the moment; I felt the jerk of the bullet into my chest.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The sound created by the shot left me completely shocked.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For few seconds there was just a point blank silence with only one exception - echo of the shot.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In fact there were two.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The knife which slipped from my hand created another sound when it hit the floor.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I regained my consciousness only to see a blue semicircle along with “Ecstasy MX5021” written on his</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">revolver which got slipped from his hands at a visible distance from me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was flat on the ground and my upper body was exposed to a mild ray of dim light.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I could visibly see my red shirt which got pierced due to the bullet he shot on me.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wait a minute; I was wearing a white shirt, so how did it turn red?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh God, the blood on my shirt actually made it look red.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I looked at the long knife I was carrying and in darkness it looked as if it was a dagger.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I suddenly realized that it was the same factory where I initially killed someone inadvertently.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Was that someone, me?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I was chilled, aghast, paralyzed and completely shocked. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before getting stiff, I whispered, “Aaah! You can’t be Rishi, right?”</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“What if I am?</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Won’t you have killed me?” he replied and eloped from the backdoor of the factory.</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Rishi Gajbhiyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04171016052290889788noreply@blogger.com10