Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Saare Jahaan Se Achha. NOT

Us Indians get deeply patriotic when anything comes to our country. We are divided amongst each other but when it comes to Pakistan and China, we stay united. Internally we fight against each other in the name of political parties, castes, religions, eating habits and what not but we get goosebumps when we hear our national anthem being played! 


I remember writing about Indianness when I was young. It was a tender age at which I realized what Indianness was! But as I grew up and my mind matured, I realized that there is not like that. It's just that we all are fighting an imaginary war against each other. Indianness in its true sense is the feeling of being an Indian. It involves focussing on key issues that our nation needs to address in order to prosper and working together as a single force. At the end of the day religion, castes, and politics matter the least. These are the forces that tend to destroy a growing nation. Our country will over take China as the most populous country in the world. That isn't something worth bragging! Despite being the most populous country, China has attained several feats that we would still take ages to reach! In order to replicate those feats, India needs to focus on key factors affecting growth. PM Modi has been trying his best in focussing on such factors and addressing key issues. But what are we doing as Indians? The talented Indian lot has flown out of the country while the rest of the talented lot are busy focusing on their personal goals. Quite Selfish! But who is there to worry about the nation. All that is left are the Hate Mongers and greedy politicians who don't leave any opportunity to divide people. 
Firstly, we need to unite internally and not just when we are provoked by Pakistan or China. We have lots of internal enemies and problems that we need to tackle first.  Various sectors such as Education and Healthcare needs to be reformed and revived. Every Indian should have a right to free education and healthcare. The government should focus more on research programs and offer incentives to students expressing interests in programs that will make the country proud. At the end of the day its the country that is important to us. 

It is stupid to say that Sarei Jahaan se achha ... No, we don't even stand close to that. There are many small countries that have seen enormous growth. Japan in 1945, Singapore in the 1950s and other European countries have made massive progress over the years and it is never ending.  On the other hand, we are just growing population wise. Many might disagree with me but at the end of the day yes that's the truth. 

 This post is written for IndiSpire
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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Jordan

Jordan
I am convinced you cannot truly understand your own values, your own culture, your own station in life until you are exposed to the values and culture and conditions of another country.Traveling in Jordan will help you understand all that.Americans generally don’t know the difference between Lebanon and Jordan and Syria and Egypt. Jordan suffers by association. All are war and upheaval. Without fail, the first question asked after telling someone you’re going to Jordan is, “Will you be safe?”
The country is an oasis of tranquillity in the turbulent Middle East. The economy relies heavily on tourism. Three years ago, tourists had to schedule their itinerary around what and when hotels were available. This year? Pick a place. Pick a hotel. Discounts available.
Airline standards are not homogenous. From Frankfurt to Amman business/first class is three contiguous economy seats with the middle one vacant. A moveable curtain arbitrarily divides economy from first, depending on the number of business/first customers.The Cliff’s Notes version of Jordanian politics. It’s a constitutional monarchy with a king, an elected parliament and an appointed government. However, the king has wide-ranging legislative and judicial power. He can disband parliament, fire government officials and overturn judicial and legislative decisions. I worked at a university like this. The president was the king; the faculty assembly was the Parliament; deans and VPs were the government officials. I felt right at home in Jordan.

Seatbelts are required when flying over Israeli airspace. No Allah Akbah in the aisle when flying over the Holy Land.
We are met at the airport by locals associated with our tour company. We are a tour of four. The associates have already secured the required visas. We are escorted to a separate passport control line, then around security and out to a waiting van. An hour has been condensed into fifteen minutes.
Queen Alia Airport in Amman is new and high and bright. The outside roofline is a succession of gigantic saucers standing vigil, looking over and through expanses of glass as though to ensure there is peaceful behaviour among those who enter and exit the Kingdom.
Three things required for potentates to stay in power in a developing country; roads, health care and education. Roads allow local commerce to be national commerce, national to be international. Good health and education allow citizens to participate in and garner the rewards of commerce. The king will stay in power.
There is no one at Shawbak Castle except a well-wrapped man selling rugs off the back of a truck, the ticket guy and we four. Expansive crusader ruins on an imposing mountaintop. The Crusaders may have died of boredom because no one was foolish enough to attack.

When a lamb is born, they take it from its mother and lay it close to a donkey. This becomes the lamb’s mother image. When the shepherd wants to move the flock, he straddles the donkey, off they go and the sheep follow.Landscape between Amman and Petra is like the Sandhills of Nebraska, but with rocks instead of sagebrush.
We are asked if we would like to drink camel’s milk. The first time you drink it, you throw up, have diarrhoea and chills and shakes and deliriums. But after that, it is good for you.
The Mövenpick in Petra is billed as a five-star hotel. Hotels are complex machines. The owners sent the directions with a few pages missing.
The staff are learning by doing.Guest at the front desk: Could you confirm that I’m in room 303? There’s someone else in there.
We return to our room after dinner to find a message on the TV screen welcoming NaYee Ng. We are pleased to welcome you to your home in Jordan.
The only places allowed to sell wine and/or beer are the Mövenpick and a couple restaurants. You want wine, sir. You can buy wine in Aquaba. That’s a four-hour drive south.         
Our Petra guide is named “Mock-mood”. He teaches anatomy to biology students in a university, is a tour guide and helps his father herd goats. He wants 12 children because his father had 11.
Petra, one of the Seven Wonders of the modern world. Every millennium God painted the highlands near Wadi Musa a different shade of cinnamon. The highlands grew and became mountains. One day he dropped the palette and cracked the mountains. And men call it Petra.
The quality of the goods in the government tourist shops is much better than in the shops on the street.
The Wadi Rum (Rum Valley) is a red desert valley with wrinkled pound cake outcroppings drizzled with charcoal shale. Hard to determine if it’s a mountain range eroding into dust or a desert that is congealing into mountains.
Riding through the Wadi Rum is a journey back to when the time was born. We see bedouin, camel and sheep herds and the majesty of geology. It should be experienced in the sand-blown back of a corroded pickup, not from the inside any more than a shower should be experienced inside a plastic bubble.
There are four of us in a camp designed for a dozen. A barrel is fitted in a hole in the sand. Wood is burned to charcoal. Lamb and chicken and vegetables and freekah (wheat) are lowed on a grill then covered with foil. All then covered in sand. Three hours later the food is removed. It was enough for that dozen. We sit on rugs in a tent. There are utensils.   We eat with our fingers. The lousy wine is fine.
If sleeping on the ground in a pup tent and eating beans from a can is at one end of the spectrum, our camp in the Wadi Rum is at the other.
I can’t float in a pool. I can float in the Dead Sea. The water has a sticky viscosity that cradles you like a liquid hammock. On a windy day, the white caps are Dream Whip.
The attendant slathers me in charcoal-colored mud avoiding only my eyes and ears. The mud sits for ten minutes, then back into the sea to wash off the mud. Next, a shower to wash off the sea. Revitalizing, restorative, rejuvenating, ah yes. But like the wine in my glass, how long will it last?
There is one thing Jordanians cannot do. They cannot swim in a pool, for much the same reason Americans cannot saddle a camel. The locals thrash and splash. When I walk by, I consider jumping in for the rescue.
There is one thing Jordanians do not do well. Bartend. Google Bartender School in Amman, see what you get. A craft beer is Amstel.
There is a battalion of Indonesian service personnel working in the Ishtar Kempinski Hotel on the Dead Sea. There is only a platoon of guests for them to serve. They are trained to expedite their duties, with no one else around, they expedite on us.

Perhaps there is a strategy to inadequate signage. Guests thus explore the far reaches of the resort in search of an elevator 20 meters from their room.
 In the near reaches are a half-dozen meandering pools accessorized by palm trees and lounge chairs and views of the hills of Israel across the sea.
The hotel has a second lobby; the place is too big for only one. We stumble across a Pan-Asian restaurant that we thought was either a secret or a rumour.
There is a small, tidy, modern mall not far from the hotel. It has a nice coffee shop. We sit on the lanai overlooking the sea and Israel. I hear gunshots, my wife says. I listen. My dear, that is the sound of bubbles circulating through the water in a hookah.
Our driver from the Kempinski back to Amman was named Nadir−call me Nick. He studied at the U. of Illinois−Chicago and lived there for 20 years. What do you miss about the U.S., Nick? Everything.
Nick crossed the street. He understands his culture and values and station in life. He came back.
Now he wishes he were still across the street.


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Saturday, August 12, 2017

The White dress

The White dress
It was not in his nature to bend and it was not in her nature to break. They both were Tom and Jerry, a lovely couple, who once used to be best friends who got married.  He loved her but never did anything to express his affection towards his beloved. She liked him initially but after marriage, she realized that they were not made for each other.

Everyone was jealous of this lovely couple when they walked hand in hands.  Life was never the same after marriage.  He promised her a life of togetherness but these days they seldom spoke to each other.  It was a day in the winters of 2015.

It was a breezy evening. As usual,  Bindu had prepared the dinner for her husband Anuj. It was a special day in their life. It was the day when they both met each other for the first time at the tender age of 14.  Bindu was raised in a small town of Nilgiri. Anuj's family had settled in Mumbai, the city of dreams for many. Anuj's father had migrated to Mumbai in the early Nineteen Eighties in pursuit of better opportunities.  He soon married a pretty woman belonging to an affluent family.  This couple was blessed with a baby boy whom they named Anuj. Anuj had everything that he could even dream of!  He possessed all kinds of gaming devices and gadgets but he craved for true love. Anuj's father never wanted his children to forget their roots. It was the reason why he always took Anuj and his brother Shivay to his ancestral village in Nilgiri. It was during those days when Anuj got a glimpse of Bindu who was helping her mother in the farm. There was something peculiar about her. The way she smiled, the way she walked and the way she spoke. Anuj was instantly attracted towards her. They began to talk and Anuj, Bindu and Shivay became good friends. 
It is said that time flies but as time flew Bindu and Anuj's bond became thick and strong.  They both were fond of each other. Anuj would visit her during his vacations and there wasn't a single moment where he didn't think about her. She stayed in his mind and visited him in his dreams. She was magnificent!  Being raised in a metro city, Anuj was modern and had many friends who used to hang out with him only for his money. But he craved for true love and there was a void in his life. Bindu filled that void. With their parent's consent, they both tied the knot. 
It was the best days of her life. Bindu loved Anuj and she was a part of his life. They both completed each other. Anuj wanted Bindu to be modern and dress up like how the girls dress in Urban cities. Being born in a village, she abided by cultural values and wore traditional dresses. 
It was a cold night. The cake was placed on the table. Anuj sang the happy birthday song.  
"Happy Birthday Bindooooo...ooo" Anuj sang.
He gave her a box.  Visibly excited, she quickly removed the gift wrapping. Bemused, she looked at her gift. It was a royal white dress, embroidered and neat. It was an elegant looking dress. 
"My heart dances in joy and desires to see you in this attire." Anuj  said and asked, "Will you fulfil my wish?" 
Speechless, Bindu stood there for a moment not knowing what to say. 
"What's wrong?" He asked, curiously.
"This dress won't look good on me," she said and placed aside the dress on the box.
Furious Anuj snapped back at her, "Oh C'mon this is my wish!"
"I never asked you for anything more," he requested.
"Anuj.. understand," Bindu said, her eyes fixated on the dress.
"I am not used to wearing this kind of clothes,"  she said.
"Whats wrong with this dress?"  He asked.
"Nothing."
He put his arms around her shoulder and asked, "Tell me!"
"Tell you what!" she asked.
"Whats bothering you?" He asked.
"Nothing!"
"Life isn't about the clothes that you wear. It's  about the values," she said and continued, "since childhood, I was taught great values and I place humans first!"
"Costly dresses don't amuse me!" she grimaced.
"I am sorry, Anuj,"  she said.
There was a deafening silence for few minutes. 
"I am not asking you to go naked," he yelled.
"Anuj... mind your words," she said and went inside her room.

The birthday turned out to be a disaster. It was the first crack on their bond.  Cupid had slowly started drifting away from their life. She was upset with him and the way he spoke. His words resonated in her mind every night she confronted him.  Slowly it turned more into a formal relationship. He only spoke when he wanted something from her. She cooked delicious food but things had changed drastically. He no longer appreciated her beauty and they were getting accustomed to this life. 
Two years passed and her eyes chance upon the white dress that lay in one corner of her closet.  She started missing Anuj.  
She badly wanted to get the old days back but it was too late.  
"I love you Anuj," she would scream in his absence and tears would copiously roll down her cheeks.
She desperately wanted him back. She wanted to hug him tight and wanted to tell him that she was her world. 
She took out the white dress from the closet. 



The next morning, the 7 AM alarm blared violently.  Anuj had his breakfast and left for his office. He used to work from 8 AM to 6 PM and used to come home late.
As soon as he left the home,  she freshened up and cleaned the house. She recollected that Dum Biryani was his favourite food. She quickly wore the white dress that her husband had gifted him two years back. She looked like a princess and looked stunning. 
She wanted to fulfil her husbands wish, a wish to see her in the white dress. 
She pulled the curtain aside and looked out at the window.
The clock struck 5 and a familiar hand touched her from behind. It was Anuj! 
"I love you," she hugged him tight. 
He smiled at her and said, " I never lived a moment all these days without talking to you." 
"I desperately wanted to talk to you but I realized that you were mad at me," he continued," I am sorry for everything."
"Forget all that has gone. Bygone days are bygone!" she said and continued "How do I look?" 
"I loved the village girl more..." He winked. 

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Tuesday, August 01, 2017

The Little Bundle of Joy!

Raksha Bandhan or Rakhi is one of the most widely celebrated festivals in India that reflects the love shared by a brother and his sister.  I always wanted a sister and the almighty lord heard all my prayers and blessed my family with a little princess who entered this world with a smile. If I had super powers I would have captured those innocent little smile and the twinkling eyes forever and arrested them in my memories. Such is the love that I have for my sister. Being a protective brother, my sister means a lot, in fact, she is my world, my bundle of joy!
There are many things happening around - many good and many bad but life planned to twist our world and make it complicated. I am not here to say the complicated bit but to share the happy part of our amazing life! 


QUESTION 1: WHAT WAS THE MOST MEMORABLE FIGHT YOU’VE EVER HAD WITH YOUR SIBLING?

 I was 7 years old and my baby sister was 1.5 years old then! I was fond of chocolates and sweets since my good old young days. Our parents were working and hence our Massi raised us. During the early 1990's we used to get a sweet item whose name I don't remember.  It was basically a tube of flavoured ice rolled in a plastic tube like substance.  Many would call that as Pepsi and many called it by various names. I used to gulp over 5 of them at a given time. Such was my crazy love for sweet items. 
It was one of those days when I was getting ready for school. I spotted my cute innocent sister gulping the plastic tube of flavoured ice with complete alacrity. I held her in my hand and quickly grabbed the ice cubes she was eating and gulped it.  She became furious and she did something that I could not forget for the days to come. She bit me on my arm and left an imprint of her tiny little teeth and dug too deep into my muscles. That pain was excruciating and being a baby no one could scold her as at that tender age no baby would understand right and wrong. I had to quickly rush to a doctor and get an injection and bandage. Twenty-Two years passed and  I still have those scars on my arm that reminds me of that incident.  I miss those days and sometimes wish we time travelled to that period. Life was sweet and beautiful then with no fear of future.  Life was festooned with awesomeness and happiness.  

QUESTION 2: WHAT IS THE MOST MEMORABLE GIFT YOU’VE EVER RECEIVED FROM YOUR SIBLING OR GIVEN TO YOUR SIBLING?

In this materialistic world where people crave for happiness and love, I got the best gift send by God in the form of a princess.  No material object or gift would measure the amount of love that I hold for my sibling. She is precious than a diamond to be. Not even the most expensive item in this world would ever come close to the love that we both share. Honestly, I have never bought anything precious for my sister. I have gifted her gold items, mobile phones and accessories but more than that God has given me the greatest gift in my life and that's her.  When momma placed her on my lap for the first time, I had the greatest responsibility. It was then I promised myself that I would take care of her and will be there for her during the happy and the worst times. I would be a protective, loving and a caring brother.  I just have one wish to god that he listens to all her wishes and prayers and make all her dreams come true. May he translate all her wishes and dreams into reality and listen to her prayers. I pray to the almighty Lord that he grants her with good health and happiness. 

This year I am miles away from home and I can't express in words how much I miss my family and my adorable sister.  I love you mum, dad and Anu and I miss you three the most. I wish I was around you but I'll be home soon. There isn't a single moment where I have not remembered you! 
Thank you, Lord, for giving me an amazing family. Love you Appa, Amma and Anu! 

Hope to blog soon!

#IGPSiblingRivalry


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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Your Complete Guide to Man With a Van and Moving Process

Your Complete Guide to Man With a Van and Moving Process


A couple of years back, we understood that hiring casual man with a van removalists quotes to potential clients via phone was exceptionally risky and tedious. Who knows they will even show up or where would you go to find them? There used to be various different queries in relation to booking moving services. But today, it has become a cakewalk to book removalists easily.

Things to Consider Before Hiring Man With a Van

The primary thing to note when you are planning to hire men with a truck for your moving purpose is the vehicle. With respect to van measure, it's not unordinary for movers to utilize a bigger van than what may appear to be important for a specific move.

The purpose behind this is essentially down to current van accessibility and furthermore, given that a few men with a truck simply want to work a uniform team of certain estimated vehicles.

Furthermore most man with a van additionally keep up two or three bigger vehicles. In any case, whichever van your specific removalist utilizes on the day, it has no effect to the rate you have officially concurred.

The most essential thing is clearly that the removalist van is at any rate sufficient enough to easily take the greater part of your stuff - not the a different way. So dependably attempt to guarantee you give a sensibly precise rundown of your things while finishing the quote ask for shape.

The quantity of boxes and individual merchandise are continually going to be estimate until the point that you're completely pressed so don't stress over getting the correct number of those privilege. It's more about what number of individuals are moving and posting any huge stuff like couches, quaint little inns, piano, and other massive things of furniture or white products. Likewise attempt to give other helpful data, for example, simplicity of vehicle and the stopping circumstance, to ensure you are designated an expulsion van that is of a reasonable size and will in a perfect world carry out the employment in one go.


The Four Different van Sizes Most Commonly Used by Moving Companies in Auckland

In spite of the fact that there are obviously many sorts and makes of business vans, by and large the professional movers utilize four standard sizes to complete the vast majority of the work.

These are the demonstrated solid workhorses of the moving world and will move essentially anything from a solitary room in a flatshare to a completely outfitted house - and yes people, they are quite often in white!

NOTE - Dimensions between various van makes and models do fluctuate, so dependably check specifically with your moving companies in Auckland ahead of time if access to your property has either a vehicle stature or width confinement, or if any thing that you require moving is surprisingly huge or sporadic in estimate.

In most cases as a component of their house moving agenda, individuals do keep points of interest of which service provider they manage alongside the assessed expenses to move home. Just find some good man with a van and carry forward the entire hectic task of moving onto their shoulders.





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Saturday, July 15, 2017

And then New York happened...


Life has veered out drastically ever since I moved to the states. This was an unexpected call that I myself didn't realize living a dream  that eventually turned out to be real. Everyone has an American dream and being an Indian I too had  once but those were the young days of my life. Life gave me an opportunity at a time when I was not expecting it. Living away from the family has moulded me in to a strong individual. That's when I realized that you got to be self motivated because your loved ones won't always be with you everytime. But till now it has been a good experience. I live with people who have a similar story like mine. Some with dreams of buying a new house, some with giving a better life to the family and some with ambitions of living the American life. Isn't that amazing?!


Everytime I hear the little son of my friend greeting him every evening, I realize life makes us pay many things. And then we have to sacrifice a lot for their happiness because its our loved ones happiness that matters to us the most. Amid  nostalgic memories, New York happened. Independence day was a long weekend here and being new to the states meant exploring things on your own because not everyone will help you. We , a group of like minded individuals decided to visit the most happening part of the states - New York. New York is a dream for many. There are lots of amazing sights worth seeing in New York and I am glad that NY happened too soon for us. It was one fine afternoon when my roomie informed us that a couple of guys were visiting Smoky mountains in the North Carolina during the Independence day long weekend. I would never say never to the fact that NC is not a happening place but with too much greenary around, it implies living a village life-  beautiful and serene. It dawned to us that we got to do something too and thus the idea of New York got pregnant in our brains. Now it was time to give life to the idea and execute the plan. We soon approached Shiva and Deepak, the desi boys when joined us late. We were determined to do something more fun if this plan succeeded. Yes, it happened!

I took the ownership of booking the relevant tickets and managing the expenses. Suraj, the Professor Bobeye of our group initiated the train of awesomeness by booking an AirBNB room at Harlem after thorough analysis and research. Prior to our voyage, I made an xl with all the amazing places to visit in the most amazing city in the world. Be it Central Park, Manhattan, Times Square or Wall Street - we were thrilled and excited even before we embarked on to this journey of awesomeness. I'd booked a Goto Bus which was a preventive measure to reduce our expense but that proved to be a disaster and we would regret it for not doing enough research for airplanes. Later one of our colleague informed us about the availability of cheaper flights being offered by South West airlines. May be next time, we would research more before heading for such trips.

On 1st July, we boarded the bus at 11.45 PM and there was only one thing on our mind - Enjoy life to the fullest as we won't have enough time later. We were hell excited. We got down at 47 Chrystie at NY. We walked and walked the streets of New York. We smiled at the numerous  trains greeting us and took a look at the beautiful and magnificent Brooklyn bridge from the Manhattan Bridge. It was indeed beautiful and from there we observed the skyline of New York as the One World Observatory building stood mighty! We then left to have our brunch as we were famished.  After exploring few options, we set our eyes on the Mughlai Indian restaurant at the Clinton road. Our taste buds never knew that they were about to be savoured by awesome food. We ordered chicken and then few more chicken. Post that we left for our transient abode, our apartment at Harlem. We accessed it by availing the service of Lyft. After getting refreshed, we left for the Central park. Central Park is a place where many hollywood movies have been shot. It was indeed pleasure walking through the lanes of the park where many young men and women traversed by riding rented bicycles. Deepak insisted that we get a bicycle but we cajoled him by mentioning things that can never be shared here. Just kidding!

We witnessed lovely couples and semi claden babes reading books and admiring the nature. Shiva never missed an opportunity to get clicked and our click spree never ceased. We hailed a Lyft cab and stamped our presence at the most lively place every. Times Square baby! We walked through the place , admiring tall buildings and by then it was already 6 and our One World Observatory visit was sat 8 PM. We quickly grabbed some food at the Halal Guys stall for $8 each. I say that it's too heavy and all of us took the box at the apartment. We went to the 9/11 Memorial and the One World Observatory sharp at 8 PM. One World Observatory is a great piece of work by  the greatest architects. The skylift, the fastest elevator, took us to the 102nd floor within no time. From there, we saw the skyline of New York. Nice beautiful buildings graced by the lighting's and the young night sky made it picturesque. Our click spree never stopped. Our eyes randomly strolled around and caught the attention of amazing people and many greeted us. Finally, we reached the apartment at 12.30. We were hungry and grabbed some Hagen Dasz, Greek Yogurt, Budweiser  from the Food Market on the other side of the building. We shared ghost stories as our eyes got tired and crashed.

The next morning we woke up at 9 and got ready. We were all set to visit the street that controls the Money. Yes, you guessed it right - Wall Street. We walked around the street and our eyes chanced upon several young beautiful faces. We said hello to the charging bull as many others fought their way out to touch the bulls testicles. It is said that touching the charging bulls testicles would make you rich. We all went there turn by turn and touched the bulls balls. Shiva, me and Deepak clicked with the fearless girl. We four addressed each other by character names. Suraj was Professor Bobeye, Shiva as Nuclear Nadal, Deepak as Uncle Tamir and yours truly as Admiral Aladeen. It was fun and adding fun to a trip is indeed fun. Isn't it? 










From there we left for the battery park from where our cruise for our next visit would be available. We were going to meet Liberty! As we walked, we saw a long queue and we were disheartened to see that we were standing behind some 1000 people. Soon Deepak asked a volunteer about the queue and she informed us that it was for the ticket booking. We then realized that we had wasted some precious 10 minutes of our life. We rushed to the other queue  that was for the ones with tickets. The statue of liberty beckoned us as we stood at the battery park. Smiling at us, she was ready to embrace each one of us. We got into the cruise and the click spree continued again. We took the photo of the Manhattan bridge and it was indeed a sight to see. We savored our taste buds by drinking the lemonades offered by lovely young college girls. Once we posed with the beauty in green, we headed for something that we should have covered earlier. Madame Tussaud's was not in our list but still we visited it. We posed with many amazing personalities ranging from former American Presidents, actors, sports personalities and media tycoons. It was memorable and everyone looked at us as if we were insane. We clicked with celebrities whom were not aware of. We finally bid adieu to New York at 9 PM after having our dinner at the Kaati Rolls near the Times Square.

The most fascinating thing about New York is the amazing tall sky scrapers. They are not only magnificent but mesmerizing too! I hope to visit this place once again. 

To some it up, our trip was planned hastily but it was well executed. Our first trip in the land of Trump was a successful one.

So, which place should we visit next?


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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Home Away - Again

Home Away - Again
At 21 when I stepped outside my home for the first time , I felt something unusual because I was going to stay from my family that I loved forever. My family was precious for me and of course family is precious for anyone! At that tender age, I got a posting at an unexpected location in North of India and I had not even envisioned working at that location.  But then, I somehow managed it. There were difficult situations but I was immature and not accustomed for such a major change in my life. In fact I didn't predict it. My mom used to be worried about her 21 yo son and of course she had some good reason to worry as I would call her every day and share my plights and sufferings with her.

But that solid experience  taught me life changing lessons. I  grew into a responsible individual. Exact 8 years later I am confronted with a similar situation. The only difference is that at that time I was too young but now I am a mature enough to understand things. Because I know that there are people who love you and constantly telling them your struggles at a new place will worry them. This time it was North of India but the South East of America. America was a dream country for many youngsters from the  far east. America beckoned!

I arrived here on 21st May 2017. The travel was smooth and at each terminal I had people who were helpful and answered all my questions. Its been one week in the US and I never felt like I was missing home. Social Media channels had made life  easier as I talk to my loved ones on an every day basis. Their physical presence won't be felt but at least you won't miss them because they are the one who actually care about you even you are far away.

How gracefully human minds evolve, right?  They adapt so quickly!  I hope to enjoy my stay in the new country - the land of opportunities. Lets see how it goes!

I had written a long post  the other day but I did not save it. Today when I launched blogger.com , it was just the title and an empty  content body that I witnessed.  At a first thought, I really felt weird and then I thought that I should be writing this. I have not had enough time for my blogs but I am at this point of my life where I feel that I should be giving more time to my blog and I believe that I would be doing it for sure.

I will be updating about my life in the US through my blog and I will blogging. It feels good to be back.

Sya

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Monday, April 10, 2017

Homosexuality is against our Indian culture...

The Bijrang Sena youth beckoned two young boys talking to each other at the library.  The boys were fond of each other and loved each others company. Their relationship was known to the entire college. 

The Bijrang Sena youth slapped both of them and told, 'Homosexuality is against our Indian culture.'

The two boys quickly ran out of the library. They both were visibly hurt as they only craved for acceptance but the society rejected them.

The Bijrang Sena youth later logged into Facebook and got amazed by the rainbow dp that symbolised Gay Pride support. He was mighty impressed by it. 

Moments later, he quickly changed his display photo reflecting the Gay Pride colours and wrote a caption - ' I support Gays and Lesbians. '


This blog post is written as a part of the A to Z Challenge annually held in April every year.

My April A to Z Challenge 2017 post will be written on a common theme - Hypocrisy of Indians.




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Saturday, April 08, 2017

Girl Child Vs Boy Child

Mahabir Phogat, a former Wrestling champion had lots of dreams on his eyes but unfortunately, he bowed down to family pressure and couldn't fulfil his dreams.
He thought that only a boy could fulfil his dream. But slowly his dreams started getting dimmed when his wife delivered four girls.

Even at that moment, Mahabir Phogat was of the opinion that only a guy could win a Gold medal for India at the  International stage. 

But one day his daughters thrashed a boy who abused them. This event led to Mahabir Phogat's Hruday Parivartan ( change of heart)

Imagine if this event hadn't happened like the Phogat sisters didn't go to school or something like that. In that case, Mr. Phogat would still be craving for a boy child to fulfil his dream. 

But anyways rest is history. So, it's Okay, Mr Phogat. But I appreciate the efforts you spent in your daughters. Good job done!

 Girl or a boy is decided by your Y chromosomes. You can't bribe your sperm by asking it to carry a Y chromosome. Whatever it be, be happy with it. It's your child. Be it, girl or boy - embrace and love them equally.  

This blog post is written as a part of the A to Z Challenge annually held in April every year.

My April A to Z Challenge 2017 post will be written on a common theme - Hypocrisy of Indians.


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Friday, April 07, 2017

Freedom of Expression

A group of artists and economists returned their awards recently to protest the recent hateful incidents happening in the country.
Every opinion that the liberals provided were termed as Freedom of expression by the mainstream media. 

A firebrand Hindu nationalist leader made some not-so-soothing but a valid comment about the Muslim community. The mainstream media soon branded the nationalist leader as a hate monger and termed his speech as a hate speech.

But as per the Indian constitution, everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression.

This blog post is written as a part of the A to Z Challenge annually held in April every year.

My April A to Z Challenge 2017 post will be written on a common theme - Hypocrisy of Indians.




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Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Electronic Voting Machine

'We strongly object the use of the electronic voting machines in any kind of elections,' the leader of the Common Man Party said at the Press conference.

The Common Man Party had fared badly at a recently held state elections where they expected to win by a huge landslide. The leader of the Common Man Party who also happens to be the Chief Minister of the capital city conveyed his concerns that usage of the Electronic Voting machines has dimmed their chances to form the government in a north Indian state.

'So what are your thoughts on the elections held in the Capital city where the Common Man Party won 67 out of the 70 seats?' the journalist asked and continued, ' Even the Electronic Voting machines were used at that election.'

The Leader of the Common Man Party got irked by the question and abruptly left the press conference.

 This blog post is written as a part of the A to Z Challenge annually held in April every year.

My April A to Z Challenge 2017 post will be written on a common theme - Hypocrisy of Indians.


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Don't Spit here

"Indians should learn a lot from the Americans, see there," he said, pointing his fingers towards the tobacco stained walls.
"Don't you think so?" he asked me.
He looked at it in disgust and walked towards the corner of the road.
"Vhaaak Thoooo!" He cleared his throat.
Stunned, I  said, "Really?"


This blog post is written as a part of the A to Z Challenge annually held in April every year.

My April A to Z Challenge 2017 post will be written on a common theme - Hypocrisy of Indians.


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