we had previosuly applied for police clearance certificae at the regional passport office. They had a record for passport of Prixn and Gulkai and as such their PCC was given in two working days. As I had got my passport from Bangalore, I had to go through the police verification. We had to make rounds at two police station as we had changed our residence within last two years and also had to visit CID office near Crawford market twice.
All these follow up was worth it and got my PCC in close to 6 wks. Im sure, if I did no follow up, I would have much longer to get the it.
Im writing this in the hope that someday someone will benefit from it. I know how frustrating it is when one need it, to be at the mercy of senseless and sloppy goverment agencies. Its a sad state state of affair in Asian countries like India.
I can now claim to be an expert in getting passport and related work done.
Need help? Please do leave a comment.
A separated friend
She is a of Prinx friend from school. A very lively, warm, very tom boyish girl from a very well to do family.
She fell in love with a boy from not so educated but very well off family and got married in Kolkata. It didnt work out. She found a job and moved to Mumbai.
She came and spend the weekend with us.
She is brave but could see that she is finding it difficult to stay alone in this big, overwhelming city.
Loneliness is killing her. She has friends with whom she drinks after work but coming back to an empty home induces some unknown sadness in her.
She said she hated eating alone in restaurant and watching alone a movie in theater. I knew exactly what she meant as I have stayed alone for long long time and I know its not funny to stay alone. Staying alone, I did all the things one can do when he had money but at the end of the day, I knew there is no learning staying alone. I know noe one can make this choice.
I hope she goes back to home and again get a family.
She fell in love with a boy from not so educated but very well off family and got married in Kolkata. It didnt work out. She found a job and moved to Mumbai.
She came and spend the weekend with us.
She is brave but could see that she is finding it difficult to stay alone in this big, overwhelming city.
Loneliness is killing her. She has friends with whom she drinks after work but coming back to an empty home induces some unknown sadness in her.
She said she hated eating alone in restaurant and watching alone a movie in theater. I knew exactly what she meant as I have stayed alone for long long time and I know its not funny to stay alone. Staying alone, I did all the things one can do when he had money but at the end of the day, I knew there is no learning staying alone. I know noe one can make this choice.
I hope she goes back to home and again get a family.
A mysterious visitor
Neel was having a nice childhood in the late seventies, when one fine days he was taken away from the confines of his home in sberban Calcutta, to stay with hin uncle and aunty in south calcutta. His brother was allready staying with them. They didnt have any children.
His brother being four years older, was learning about the wonderful would of adulthood when he was 10 years of age. He became the recipient of this knowledge his brother was gathering on sex and other things. He didnt understand these things fully but his mind was curious and he tried to find out the meaning of what he was being told from his friends.
He noticed that every sunday afternoon, his uncle would shut the door of his bedroom and the windows too would be closed and light would be on inside. One such sunday afternoon, he kept his eyes on the crack on the door and discovered something that would keep him obessessed all his growing up day and would nearly ruin his life.
He became obsessed with the need to see his uncles and aunty in bed and keep on the look out when it happen. He could barely concentrate on studies.
Slowly but surely, he wanted to feel his aunty and use any excuse to touch her. He would ask her if she wanted massage and he would massage her till he would be dead tired. Soon, he realised even his aunty was enjoying contacts with him and knew what was in his mind. But she was geting regular sex and so her desire for him was not that intense. She would sometimes talk dirty with him.
He would never get her completely and this was driving him mad and he could barely related to guys his age. He would never learn to look at a girl without thinking of sex, those days. He became someone who would never have a normal life.
Since his mother sent him to stay with his uncle, a lifelong grudge developed in him for her and in short, he would never have any respect for a woman. He would have only one feeling for them and it was raw desire.
One evening, when he was around 14years of age, a mysterious visitor arrived in their home. he asked for some water and directly scolded him for what he was doing. I asked his uncle if he realised what he was referring to and uncle said yes and promised to take care of it.
Nothing changed.
Its a miracle that he managed to do well in studies and move out to stay along in a different city when he tured 24 years of age.
He suffered for something he didnt ask for. He paida heavy price for something overwhich he didnt have any control.
His brother being four years older, was learning about the wonderful would of adulthood when he was 10 years of age. He became the recipient of this knowledge his brother was gathering on sex and other things. He didnt understand these things fully but his mind was curious and he tried to find out the meaning of what he was being told from his friends.
He noticed that every sunday afternoon, his uncle would shut the door of his bedroom and the windows too would be closed and light would be on inside. One such sunday afternoon, he kept his eyes on the crack on the door and discovered something that would keep him obessessed all his growing up day and would nearly ruin his life.
He became obsessed with the need to see his uncles and aunty in bed and keep on the look out when it happen. He could barely concentrate on studies.
Slowly but surely, he wanted to feel his aunty and use any excuse to touch her. He would ask her if she wanted massage and he would massage her till he would be dead tired. Soon, he realised even his aunty was enjoying contacts with him and knew what was in his mind. But she was geting regular sex and so her desire for him was not that intense. She would sometimes talk dirty with him.
He would never get her completely and this was driving him mad and he could barely related to guys his age. He would never learn to look at a girl without thinking of sex, those days. He became someone who would never have a normal life.
Since his mother sent him to stay with his uncle, a lifelong grudge developed in him for her and in short, he would never have any respect for a woman. He would have only one feeling for them and it was raw desire.
One evening, when he was around 14years of age, a mysterious visitor arrived in their home. he asked for some water and directly scolded him for what he was doing. I asked his uncle if he realised what he was referring to and uncle said yes and promised to take care of it.
Nothing changed.
Its a miracle that he managed to do well in studies and move out to stay along in a different city when he tured 24 years of age.
He suffered for something he didnt ask for. He paida heavy price for something overwhich he didnt have any control.
Bribe
Is giving or taking bribe is right?
Whats the difference between bribe and motivation?
I have always thought the definition of honesty to either lack of courage or lack of opportunity. I also know everyone has a price, I may to succumb to a bribe of a lakh of rupees but offer me 1 crore and I might consider it.
However, being a parent, I realise children are the best negotiators and open to taking bribe. Gulkai, our nearly four year old son would do his homework (yes, in India, four year olds get homework), Prinx most have to commit to give me either some of his favourite candy or cars. He sendom agrees to do anything unless some carrot is thrown at him!
He is such a joy. At the end of the day, when I go home tired, all I crave for is a hug from him and few kisses.
Whats the difference between bribe and motivation?
I have always thought the definition of honesty to either lack of courage or lack of opportunity. I also know everyone has a price, I may to succumb to a bribe of a lakh of rupees but offer me 1 crore and I might consider it.
However, being a parent, I realise children are the best negotiators and open to taking bribe. Gulkai, our nearly four year old son would do his homework (yes, in India, four year olds get homework), Prinx most have to commit to give me either some of his favourite candy or cars. He sendom agrees to do anything unless some carrot is thrown at him!
He is such a joy. At the end of the day, when I go home tired, all I crave for is a hug from him and few kisses.
Sai baba, Shirdi
We went to Shirdi to spend time at the Sai baba temple this weekend. Prinx, Gulki and myself booked our tickets late friday evening for a bus that would start at 8am sharp from opposite to Shopper's stop at Andheri (W).
Gulu was in two mind to decide if he really wanted to go but we didnt give him much choice as we cannt go somewhere without him.
Had to get up early on saturday morning and operation Potty took around 1 hour for Gulki, the journey was to be long and we could risk him not to had relieved himself before the start of the journey.
He was excited to go for the volvo bus ride. The road was through a mountain range and it was beautiful. Its monnsoon now and the mountain peaks were playing hide and seek with the clouds.
It took us close to 8 hours to reach Shirdi through Nasik.
We were cheated into checking into a Hotel called Neeta (the bus was from Neeta travels) at a much higher price. We have gone there for the first time and it was raining, so we could check around to understand the price-quality equation there. Hotel Neeta Internation turned out to a thrid grade hotel with decaying infrastructure and bad service, we never again stay there. Wrose, they charge different room rates from different people, based on their experience and negotiation power. This was the only negetive experience in our visit. Its amaging that such a their grade hotel is surviving in such a holy place. Its a pity that at such a holy place, visitors got to be on their watch and be careful not to get cheated. being cheated is such a losy feeling.
We freshenup and went to the temple around 5pm. The security was very tight and it was raining.
There was a long cue leading to the main seat of Sai baba. It was nice that chanting was all around and we had a darsan. It was peaceful and mind became tranquil. The Sandha Arati started around 6 and it was a very quitening and peace giving experience.
We had just about key dinner at Bridavan at Hotel Kalpataru.
We wanted to go for the early morning arati but we were so tired that we couldnt go even after getting up. Instead, we went and offered our player and puja in the morning around 8am.
I realised all the guys selling things needed for puja are into cheating business. everything needed for offering Puja are available inside the temple complex and were being sold at very nominal pricees. Nothing should be bought from outside.
It was an exhilerating experience looking at Baba and praying. This is probably first time in my life that I prayed for something to be taken away from me, I prayed to rid myself of my anger and insecurity. It was very crowed and we were not allowed to stay and pray there by security men. It was such a pity that we had to leave and we didnt want to move away from there.
A visit to the musium where Baba's untensils and cloths were kept took us to the time when Baba lived there.
A nice breakfast at Woodlands followed and it was quite satifying. We realised it was a very nice hotel at close to the price Neeta Hotel cheated us into paying and we plan to stay there next time we go to Shirdi.
My mind is disturbed and I know Im not in a frame of mind which will bring me close to Godhead. I require lot of purification and narrowness of my mind must go.
While coming back, Gulkai made friends with the kids siting behind him and had a fun time playing games and singing rhymes around, much to the amusment of the passengers in the bus.
We pray that we go to Shirdi again sometimes in near future. Its said that unless baba wishes one to go to Shirdi, he cannt visit the temple.
Gulu was in two mind to decide if he really wanted to go but we didnt give him much choice as we cannt go somewhere without him.
Had to get up early on saturday morning and operation Potty took around 1 hour for Gulki, the journey was to be long and we could risk him not to had relieved himself before the start of the journey.
He was excited to go for the volvo bus ride. The road was through a mountain range and it was beautiful. Its monnsoon now and the mountain peaks were playing hide and seek with the clouds.
It took us close to 8 hours to reach Shirdi through Nasik.
We were cheated into checking into a Hotel called Neeta (the bus was from Neeta travels) at a much higher price. We have gone there for the first time and it was raining, so we could check around to understand the price-quality equation there. Hotel Neeta Internation turned out to a thrid grade hotel with decaying infrastructure and bad service, we never again stay there. Wrose, they charge different room rates from different people, based on their experience and negotiation power. This was the only negetive experience in our visit. Its amaging that such a their grade hotel is surviving in such a holy place. Its a pity that at such a holy place, visitors got to be on their watch and be careful not to get cheated. being cheated is such a losy feeling.
We freshenup and went to the temple around 5pm. The security was very tight and it was raining.
There was a long cue leading to the main seat of Sai baba. It was nice that chanting was all around and we had a darsan. It was peaceful and mind became tranquil. The Sandha Arati started around 6 and it was a very quitening and peace giving experience.
We had just about key dinner at Bridavan at Hotel Kalpataru.
We wanted to go for the early morning arati but we were so tired that we couldnt go even after getting up. Instead, we went and offered our player and puja in the morning around 8am.
I realised all the guys selling things needed for puja are into cheating business. everything needed for offering Puja are available inside the temple complex and were being sold at very nominal pricees. Nothing should be bought from outside.
It was an exhilerating experience looking at Baba and praying. This is probably first time in my life that I prayed for something to be taken away from me, I prayed to rid myself of my anger and insecurity. It was very crowed and we were not allowed to stay and pray there by security men. It was such a pity that we had to leave and we didnt want to move away from there.
A visit to the musium where Baba's untensils and cloths were kept took us to the time when Baba lived there.
A nice breakfast at Woodlands followed and it was quite satifying. We realised it was a very nice hotel at close to the price Neeta Hotel cheated us into paying and we plan to stay there next time we go to Shirdi.
My mind is disturbed and I know Im not in a frame of mind which will bring me close to Godhead. I require lot of purification and narrowness of my mind must go.
While coming back, Gulkai made friends with the kids siting behind him and had a fun time playing games and singing rhymes around, much to the amusment of the passengers in the bus.
We pray that we go to Shirdi again sometimes in near future. Its said that unless baba wishes one to go to Shirdi, he cannt visit the temple.
Mumbai never same again
I was thinking and feeling ashamed to be an Indian after the blast happened in Mumbai but now I know Im ashamed of lot of people of India who are worse than the barbarics who commited the dastardly crime. Im ashamed of all in police, politics, government who fail to do the job yet draw blood from society and I know somehow that they would pay for it.
I shudder at the thought that couple of dozen of sinful animal committed the crime in Mumbai trains and still now they are roaming around scott free, laughing aloud at the incompetency and lach of spine of Indian goverment, intelligence and police.
Will India get its vengence it is seeking? I doubt till the system is cleansed of the scum that are ruling the system. India somehow seems to be destined never to earn the selfrespect it so badly deserves.
Drastic problems require a drastic solution and strength respects strengths. Begging to the big brothers of the world will invite derision from all and sundry but this doesnt permeate the thick skulls of all that are mis-shaping the future of India.
Muslim intelligentia and sane souls must introspect why is it that whereever there is a conflict in any part of the world, that one party is always muslims.
Also they must feel ashamed of is that where ever a dastardly, cowardly baribaric act of terrorist is committed, its always muslims who carry it out. Whats wrong with muslim bloods?
I know all religions are about propagation of love and brotherhood and a true religion never can want to draw blood of others and Im sure Allah, Rahim, Jesus and Ra,-all are same to the road to achieve salvation. But it doesnt escape me that something grossly is wrong with muslims and increaingly there are being hated as a community and religion. And everyones harter will bring owes an ill omen to all the muslims.
When these beast carried out blasts in Mumbai trains, some of their brothers also were killed. They dont even care for it.
The muslims from Bihar who went to Pakistan to make it their homeland arent accepted in mainstream Pakistan society and called Muzaheers. What fun!
Why are the muslim terrorists so cowardly that they committe act of terrorism in the name Allah like thiefs and darent come out in the offensive infront of everyone? These beasts were also loved by their mothers when they were born, so worngly. How come these beast believe that they would get 72 virgins in heaven when they commit crime on Earth?
These fools doesnt have peanut shaped brains to undertstand heaven and hell are in this earth itself and one has to pay for his crime here itself.
Dog's life await them.
I have started to hate anyone wo salutes the spirit of Mumbai. One who doesnt know how it feels to live in city with no one to protect it salutes its spirit as he doesnt have anything solid and meaningful to say. They better keep their dirty mouth shut.
I shudder at the thought that couple of dozen of sinful animal committed the crime in Mumbai trains and still now they are roaming around scott free, laughing aloud at the incompetency and lach of spine of Indian goverment, intelligence and police.
Will India get its vengence it is seeking? I doubt till the system is cleansed of the scum that are ruling the system. India somehow seems to be destined never to earn the selfrespect it so badly deserves.
Drastic problems require a drastic solution and strength respects strengths. Begging to the big brothers of the world will invite derision from all and sundry but this doesnt permeate the thick skulls of all that are mis-shaping the future of India.
Muslim intelligentia and sane souls must introspect why is it that whereever there is a conflict in any part of the world, that one party is always muslims.
Also they must feel ashamed of is that where ever a dastardly, cowardly baribaric act of terrorist is committed, its always muslims who carry it out. Whats wrong with muslim bloods?
I know all religions are about propagation of love and brotherhood and a true religion never can want to draw blood of others and Im sure Allah, Rahim, Jesus and Ra,-all are same to the road to achieve salvation. But it doesnt escape me that something grossly is wrong with muslims and increaingly there are being hated as a community and religion. And everyones harter will bring owes an ill omen to all the muslims.
When these beast carried out blasts in Mumbai trains, some of their brothers also were killed. They dont even care for it.
The muslims from Bihar who went to Pakistan to make it their homeland arent accepted in mainstream Pakistan society and called Muzaheers. What fun!
Why are the muslim terrorists so cowardly that they committe act of terrorism in the name Allah like thiefs and darent come out in the offensive infront of everyone? These beasts were also loved by their mothers when they were born, so worngly. How come these beast believe that they would get 72 virgins in heaven when they commit crime on Earth?
These fools doesnt have peanut shaped brains to undertstand heaven and hell are in this earth itself and one has to pay for his crime here itself.
Dog's life await them.
I have started to hate anyone wo salutes the spirit of Mumbai. One who doesnt know how it feels to live in city with no one to protect it salutes its spirit as he doesnt have anything solid and meaningful to say. They better keep their dirty mouth shut.
Safety be made a fundamental right
What kind of Government do we have in India that it cannt ensure the safety of its citizens? All political thugs call the nation theri mother, yet their blood doesnt boil when the mother gets soaked with the blood of her children. No one, no one in Parliament have vowed to elliminate this scourge from the face of India. Its a shame that no one in power in modern in have got balls.
We the citizens of India pay for the salary of all in Government, yet we have forgotton our right to ask for safety and security from them for we know too well that they dont have any self respect to justice to the job which is giving them thei livehood.
What a shame that the Mumbai police chief Mr. AN roy when asked if he could guarantee that another bomb blast wouldnt happen in future, he didnt have any positive response or body language.
I pity all of us living in Mumbai. Media and people in other parts of India is saluting our resiliance and spirit. Only I know too well that we have gone to work next day as we didnt have any other choice. These things are becoming so routine that we have become fatalistic and arent left with any life force to seek revenge and justice for this horrendous and barbaric act.
The Indian goverment seem to know too well that Pakistan is responsible for this and all past act of barbaric terrost attacks. We should resolve to end this problem once for all. If they are waging a proxy war, we should follow example set by USA and go for real war and annihilate the enimies once for all. The cowardly act in the name of Allah is the biggest insult to Allah and this thing can be made clear to their heart with bullets. If this message havent gone to their heart, het us bomb open their heart so that it can read the message.
Why is the blood of all in India becoming so life less and never boils?
If US can, so can we. For once, we should stop to be the good boy of the world and be deciple of Isreal.
Soon Im sure if Goverment doesnt do anything, militant groups in India will be born who will seek justice and go to the enemy terretory to deliver bloody justice and retribution. All those who lost their father, husband, borther and wifes are potential members of this group. SIMI, ISI, take note.
Time has come for us to want safety a birth right.
Being devouted to God, I know for sure those who are making innocent blood to flow, be in Gujarat or Mumbai or London or Iraq ,would rot and will have a very very terrible death. even their mothers would suffer for commiting the crime of giving birth of these beasts.
we have only one life to live and it escapes me why we cannt use this life to seek beauty and godliness for us and our near and dear ones.
We the citizens of India pay for the salary of all in Government, yet we have forgotton our right to ask for safety and security from them for we know too well that they dont have any self respect to justice to the job which is giving them thei livehood.
What a shame that the Mumbai police chief Mr. AN roy when asked if he could guarantee that another bomb blast wouldnt happen in future, he didnt have any positive response or body language.
I pity all of us living in Mumbai. Media and people in other parts of India is saluting our resiliance and spirit. Only I know too well that we have gone to work next day as we didnt have any other choice. These things are becoming so routine that we have become fatalistic and arent left with any life force to seek revenge and justice for this horrendous and barbaric act.
The Indian goverment seem to know too well that Pakistan is responsible for this and all past act of barbaric terrost attacks. We should resolve to end this problem once for all. If they are waging a proxy war, we should follow example set by USA and go for real war and annihilate the enimies once for all. The cowardly act in the name of Allah is the biggest insult to Allah and this thing can be made clear to their heart with bullets. If this message havent gone to their heart, het us bomb open their heart so that it can read the message.
Why is the blood of all in India becoming so life less and never boils?
If US can, so can we. For once, we should stop to be the good boy of the world and be deciple of Isreal.
Soon Im sure if Goverment doesnt do anything, militant groups in India will be born who will seek justice and go to the enemy terretory to deliver bloody justice and retribution. All those who lost their father, husband, borther and wifes are potential members of this group. SIMI, ISI, take note.
Time has come for us to want safety a birth right.
Being devouted to God, I know for sure those who are making innocent blood to flow, be in Gujarat or Mumbai or London or Iraq ,would rot and will have a very very terrible death. even their mothers would suffer for commiting the crime of giving birth of these beasts.
we have only one life to live and it escapes me why we cannt use this life to seek beauty and godliness for us and our near and dear ones.
Mumbai attacked again
We in India seem to have eunuchs in charge of security and safety of the citizens of this sad country.
Terrorists attack take place accross the country with impunity and uncanny regularity. I feel sick and helpless to be an Indian and will desparately seek opprtunities to move to a country like Australia or Holland.
I live in Mumbai and lives of so many innocent people and families were shattered forever yesterday by some cowardly beasts who will rot in this very life. There is nothing called heaven and one has to pay for his sin in this very life and these misguided demons will die a worse than street dog's death.
Im ashamed to be an Indian. The intelligence, the polictical bosses, the police chief-no one vowed justice and revenge against those who blodied the Mumbai trains yesterday. No one was on the offensive but instead made lame coments like we cannt avoid these incidence always. When did every one loose their balls?
A strong person, a strong nation is respected and no one dare to meddle with him and her. The only thing that works in life is the principle which say both the eyes and balls for an eye.
These eunuchs will blame the hand of ISI. If we are so sure about it, why dont we anihilate and assicinate the perpetrators of these heinous crime once for all? Cannt we learn something from Mosad and Isreal? Desparate problem requires desparate solutions.
Gandhi was a curse for India. For his own glory he had brainwashed the Indian polity that we would adehere to nonviolence and be the good boys of the world. The balls of good boys will always be twisted. High time, we stop calling him father of the nation and instead Bhagat singh, Khudiram etc should me the real father of the nation.
The cartoons in the media hail the spirit of Mumbai. I live in Mumbai and know how helpless and scary it feels in such a place like Mumbai. There is no spirit of fight back here. rather, no one has a choice other than try to go about the business of living. These things happen so often and how anyone can stop living. if we had a choice, we would all go somewhere else. The value of human life is nothing in Mumbai.
Human safety should be made a fundamental right.
The beasts who commit these kind of crime against humanity must not have any human rights and should be slowly and painfully tortured till death and decompostion and then should be fed to the eagles. I salute President Bush for trying to do so.
Actually, even eunuchs are better than the socalled human beings who rules India. They cannt provide the basic safety to its citizen but send delegations of MPs to Germany to enjoy the world cup. What for?
Their lives are important and security is provided, the ordinary citizens lives arent important and so they arent entitled to any security.
This is a wake up call to prove that we can take care of ourselves and no one who harms us would go unpunished. Time to take this vow.
This is my sincere prayer that some sense, some sanity be given to the goverments to work relentlessly to elliminate this curse from India.
Terrorists attack take place accross the country with impunity and uncanny regularity. I feel sick and helpless to be an Indian and will desparately seek opprtunities to move to a country like Australia or Holland.
I live in Mumbai and lives of so many innocent people and families were shattered forever yesterday by some cowardly beasts who will rot in this very life. There is nothing called heaven and one has to pay for his sin in this very life and these misguided demons will die a worse than street dog's death.
Im ashamed to be an Indian. The intelligence, the polictical bosses, the police chief-no one vowed justice and revenge against those who blodied the Mumbai trains yesterday. No one was on the offensive but instead made lame coments like we cannt avoid these incidence always. When did every one loose their balls?
A strong person, a strong nation is respected and no one dare to meddle with him and her. The only thing that works in life is the principle which say both the eyes and balls for an eye.
These eunuchs will blame the hand of ISI. If we are so sure about it, why dont we anihilate and assicinate the perpetrators of these heinous crime once for all? Cannt we learn something from Mosad and Isreal? Desparate problem requires desparate solutions.
Gandhi was a curse for India. For his own glory he had brainwashed the Indian polity that we would adehere to nonviolence and be the good boys of the world. The balls of good boys will always be twisted. High time, we stop calling him father of the nation and instead Bhagat singh, Khudiram etc should me the real father of the nation.
The cartoons in the media hail the spirit of Mumbai. I live in Mumbai and know how helpless and scary it feels in such a place like Mumbai. There is no spirit of fight back here. rather, no one has a choice other than try to go about the business of living. These things happen so often and how anyone can stop living. if we had a choice, we would all go somewhere else. The value of human life is nothing in Mumbai.
Human safety should be made a fundamental right.
The beasts who commit these kind of crime against humanity must not have any human rights and should be slowly and painfully tortured till death and decompostion and then should be fed to the eagles. I salute President Bush for trying to do so.
Actually, even eunuchs are better than the socalled human beings who rules India. They cannt provide the basic safety to its citizen but send delegations of MPs to Germany to enjoy the world cup. What for?
Their lives are important and security is provided, the ordinary citizens lives arent important and so they arent entitled to any security.
This is a wake up call to prove that we can take care of ourselves and no one who harms us would go unpunished. Time to take this vow.
This is my sincere prayer that some sense, some sanity be given to the goverments to work relentlessly to elliminate this curse from India.
Football Worldcup final was fixed
To be honest, I suspect the honesty with which any game is played where big money is involved. I lost interest in cricket post the scam where games galore were fixed. I refuse to watch something which is scripted with intense interest only to be cheated.
I thought the football worldcup was beyound it. My opinion changed yesterday. Im convinced that the whole world cup was a scripted affair and Italy was meant to win.
Yesterday's final was revealing to me. I was watching the game and early in the secondhalf Henry game was a opportunity to score with a feeble pass to the Italian goalkeeper. Thsat told me that France was not to win.
I feel Zidane refused to be part of it. He scored a goal which appeared to have been missed. He allmost scored again toward the end of the game with a poetic header which was saved by Buffon.
I guess towards the end, Zidane knew the match being fixed, France cannt win and he didnt want to be part of this scam. So he opted out by inviting a red card. He is a mature, balanced player with hell lot of experience. The moment was also suppossed to be special as it was his last game for his country. He headed the italian player without being provoked. I sure there would be stories that he was provoked but the body language of the two didnt indicate that angry words were being exchanged.
It was only possible when he was determined to go out.
In retrospec, Brazil couldnt play as lowly as they played against France if they werent scripted to loss.
Money ruins everything. It could be the ultimate cause for end of civilisation.
I thought the football worldcup was beyound it. My opinion changed yesterday. Im convinced that the whole world cup was a scripted affair and Italy was meant to win.
Yesterday's final was revealing to me. I was watching the game and early in the secondhalf Henry game was a opportunity to score with a feeble pass to the Italian goalkeeper. Thsat told me that France was not to win.
I feel Zidane refused to be part of it. He scored a goal which appeared to have been missed. He allmost scored again toward the end of the game with a poetic header which was saved by Buffon.
I guess towards the end, Zidane knew the match being fixed, France cannt win and he didnt want to be part of this scam. So he opted out by inviting a red card. He is a mature, balanced player with hell lot of experience. The moment was also suppossed to be special as it was his last game for his country. He headed the italian player without being provoked. I sure there would be stories that he was provoked but the body language of the two didnt indicate that angry words were being exchanged.
It was only possible when he was determined to go out.
In retrospec, Brazil couldnt play as lowly as they played against France if they werent scripted to loss.
Money ruins everything. It could be the ultimate cause for end of civilisation.
Medical tests
One of the main reason for which we went to delhi was to have our medical tests done as part of requirment for our visa.
Gulu was mighty amused and surprised that we took his stool for the medical tests and when he asked me why it was being done, I told him, ' to check the quality of your potty'. It was quite funny to him.
So in the evening we go to his maternal uncles house with who he is having a love hate relationship, for he tease him a lot. He asked him what tests he had done and he couldnt contain himself. Between laughters, he managed to say his potty was tested. He said,'oh my God, you took potty in hand to the doctor?'.
He laughed more and said, ' No no, not me. Baba (father in bengali) tokk it in a packet to the doctor.'
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Boys will be boys and he got three cars in Delhi and being obsesses with cars, he was happy about the visit.
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Delhi seems to be much cheaper than Mumbai, it may be a good business proposition just to get stuff from (handicraft, cloths, bedsheets) from Delhi and sell in Mumbai at atleast 100% profit.
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Gulu was mighty amused and surprised that we took his stool for the medical tests and when he asked me why it was being done, I told him, ' to check the quality of your potty'. It was quite funny to him.
So in the evening we go to his maternal uncles house with who he is having a love hate relationship, for he tease him a lot. He asked him what tests he had done and he couldnt contain himself. Between laughters, he managed to say his potty was tested. He said,'oh my God, you took potty in hand to the doctor?'.
He laughed more and said, ' No no, not me. Baba (father in bengali) tokk it in a packet to the doctor.'
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Boys will be boys and he got three cars in Delhi and being obsesses with cars, he was happy about the visit.
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Delhi seems to be much cheaper than Mumbai, it may be a good business proposition just to get stuff from (handicraft, cloths, bedsheets) from Delhi and sell in Mumbai at atleast 100% profit.
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weekend in Delhi
What is the best maintained city in India?
Off course Delhi.
The Mumbai muncipilaty corporates go to Rome and Chicago, to understand how good roads are made. Yet every moonsoon, the Mumbai road collapse and the potholes smiles at everyone, the toothless grin of democracy. They should instead call some engineers from Delhi and see the superb condition of the roads and if any shame is left in them, they should promise theirs sons and daughters that they would amend their sin. Im being fooling, it will never happen.
Delhi roads are comparable to roads anywhere in the world.
The roads are wide and full fo trees. We are staying at Defence colony and there was a park nearby. I took Gulu there and it had quirrel, ducks, rabbit, baby hens, so many birds and flowers. Gulu got all excited and he asked why werent the ducks doing quak quak. Soon enough, the ducks obliged him.
Gulu loved the trip. He was restless in the flight till he got his gift. The airconditioner in the room was below the window and manytimes I would see him cooling his bum in the cold draft from the AC.
Being obsessed with cars, he couldnt be at peace till he got a car. I told Dona that when we were young, if had gone a new place, we would be seeing everything with mouths agape but this little boy got no such interest.
The Lotus temple was amaging and meditation there had a calming effect on my agitated soul
He said,' okey, now Im watching the road'. Saying it, he looked out of the window of the car with his mouth wideopen!
Such a naughy fellow, my son.
The heat was too much for us coming from Mumbai where it was raining so badly few days back.
But Its a sham that RD concluded that Mumbai is the rudest city in the world when we could see for sure that Delhi si the certainly the rudest city in India.
The guesthouse caretaker never smiled at us except when gave him some money. We went to a doctor for some rouitne test required for our Visa and she had the look and feel of an investigating offcier convinced that we were there to hide something.
Is it because over ages, alien bandits had entered through norther part of India and conquered them, exploited them and ruled over them with lawness. It might have made these people suspicious of anyone unknown and it could be their defence machanism to keep the potential threats away.
Loved Delhi. But do we want to live here? Dona asked. I said, 'no'. In India, I dont want to live anywhere other than Mumbai.
Off course Delhi.
The Mumbai muncipilaty corporates go to Rome and Chicago, to understand how good roads are made. Yet every moonsoon, the Mumbai road collapse and the potholes smiles at everyone, the toothless grin of democracy. They should instead call some engineers from Delhi and see the superb condition of the roads and if any shame is left in them, they should promise theirs sons and daughters that they would amend their sin. Im being fooling, it will never happen.
Delhi roads are comparable to roads anywhere in the world.
The roads are wide and full fo trees. We are staying at Defence colony and there was a park nearby. I took Gulu there and it had quirrel, ducks, rabbit, baby hens, so many birds and flowers. Gulu got all excited and he asked why werent the ducks doing quak quak. Soon enough, the ducks obliged him.
Gulu loved the trip. He was restless in the flight till he got his gift. The airconditioner in the room was below the window and manytimes I would see him cooling his bum in the cold draft from the AC.
Being obsessed with cars, he couldnt be at peace till he got a car. I told Dona that when we were young, if had gone a new place, we would be seeing everything with mouths agape but this little boy got no such interest.
The Lotus temple was amaging and meditation there had a calming effect on my agitated soul
He said,' okey, now Im watching the road'. Saying it, he looked out of the window of the car with his mouth wideopen!
Such a naughy fellow, my son.
The heat was too much for us coming from Mumbai where it was raining so badly few days back.
But Its a sham that RD concluded that Mumbai is the rudest city in the world when we could see for sure that Delhi si the certainly the rudest city in India.
The guesthouse caretaker never smiled at us except when gave him some money. We went to a doctor for some rouitne test required for our Visa and she had the look and feel of an investigating offcier convinced that we were there to hide something.
Is it because over ages, alien bandits had entered through norther part of India and conquered them, exploited them and ruled over them with lawness. It might have made these people suspicious of anyone unknown and it could be their defence machanism to keep the potential threats away.
Loved Delhi. But do we want to live here? Dona asked. I said, 'no'. In India, I dont want to live anywhere other than Mumbai.
Sarmistha's story
Im Sarmistha and at 35 years of age, none of my confusions are resolved. Actually they have got more complicated and may be I have resigned to my fate of not getting a so called regular life.
My father died when I was six. He used to love me a lot like any father madly loves theri daughters. His death created a vacuum and confusion in my life which still haunts me. I didnt realise then but my mother had a lover those days. she got married to him soon. I never could call him dad and I didnt have anyone to share the pain and hurt in my little heart those days. Even today, I dont have any one around me to shoulder my unerased pain. They both loved me and my father was rich and all the money was kept for me. I didnt know physical heardship in my life.
Im not being ashamed when I say I was beautiful, still I am. But I never could related to my classmates, I grew up having no friend for I knew my life was different.
I was forteen and one of father's distant brother came to live in our city when I was 17 years of age. He was good 18years older than me. He was my uncle. Slowly but surely, we became close and one summer night, we became a couple. Like anything else in my life, i could never accept this but this remained an integral part of my life.
I pitited all my class mates looking at theri imature, inexperienced ways and I knew I know how it feels to be taken but they didnt. May be some of them knew but that was not known to me and thoses days, in Calcutta, it was not so common. I was thus friends to none and all my words remained in the dark confirms of my heart.
At 24 years of age, I craved to be normal. I hated inexprience guys and somewhere in my heart I wanted to win. I tried snatching the boyfirend of one of my classmates. I was sure they were phiscally close. it didnt matter to me. I created situation to be close to him and I kissed him and hugged him and hoped he would get attached to me. I knew he wanted me but he was working on changing his image as casanova and didnt risk a relation with me or thats what he told me. Eleven years later he still writes to me, sometimes and I know what he wanted.
Im sucessful in life and have achieved all the trappings of success. I have travelled the world and have stayed in Holland far too long to learn the languages there.
Only thing constant in my life is my uncle. He will never marry. I dont k now about myself. I wonder why it is so difficult to be normal and why cannt some people cannt have a normal regular life like eneryone else.
At 35, Im not living for anyone but for myself.
I was chasing someone else that time and but it didnt escape me that sometimes she would stare at me and it would linger that little longer and as if it wanted to say something which was beyound my comprehension then. I was the studious
My father died when I was six. He used to love me a lot like any father madly loves theri daughters. His death created a vacuum and confusion in my life which still haunts me. I didnt realise then but my mother had a lover those days. she got married to him soon. I never could call him dad and I didnt have anyone to share the pain and hurt in my little heart those days. Even today, I dont have any one around me to shoulder my unerased pain. They both loved me and my father was rich and all the money was kept for me. I didnt know physical heardship in my life.
Im not being ashamed when I say I was beautiful, still I am. But I never could related to my classmates, I grew up having no friend for I knew my life was different.
I was forteen and one of father's distant brother came to live in our city when I was 17 years of age. He was good 18years older than me. He was my uncle. Slowly but surely, we became close and one summer night, we became a couple. Like anything else in my life, i could never accept this but this remained an integral part of my life.
I pitited all my class mates looking at theri imature, inexperienced ways and I knew I know how it feels to be taken but they didnt. May be some of them knew but that was not known to me and thoses days, in Calcutta, it was not so common. I was thus friends to none and all my words remained in the dark confirms of my heart.
At 24 years of age, I craved to be normal. I hated inexprience guys and somewhere in my heart I wanted to win. I tried snatching the boyfirend of one of my classmates. I was sure they were phiscally close. it didnt matter to me. I created situation to be close to him and I kissed him and hugged him and hoped he would get attached to me. I knew he wanted me but he was working on changing his image as casanova and didnt risk a relation with me or thats what he told me. Eleven years later he still writes to me, sometimes and I know what he wanted.
Im sucessful in life and have achieved all the trappings of success. I have travelled the world and have stayed in Holland far too long to learn the languages there.
Only thing constant in my life is my uncle. He will never marry. I dont k now about myself. I wonder why it is so difficult to be normal and why cannt some people cannt have a normal regular life like eneryone else.
At 35, Im not living for anyone but for myself.
I was chasing someone else that time and but it didnt escape me that sometimes she would stare at me and it would linger that little longer and as if it wanted to say something which was beyound my comprehension then. I was the studious
First impression of Manila
I spent the week touching Dewali in the year 2004 in Manila away from family on official assignment which couldnt be avoided.
As you hit the Manila road from the airport, the impression is actually no different from the impression Mumbai, Colombo or Jakarta would give. The signature of a improvising nation was all over it. Actually, the poverty, the shabiness of the makeshift homes on both side of the road was not inviting at all. The roads were good though and there was hardly any small or non-airconditioned cars on the road except the Zeppnies offcourse. Zeppnies were a marvel to see. These are actually american army zeeps refurbished and remodelled and were used as a mode of public transport.
We stayed in Central Plaza which was like any other big hotel which could be anywhere. The buffet lunch was a great experience as here one could experience plethora of foods from that part of the world. It had food of thai, Japanese, Catonese, Vietnamese origin. It was great joy feasting of most meat based wonders. God save you if you are a vegeterian though. The town is littered with restaurants catering food from around the world and its not very costly.The street life in Manila is very colourful and active. Its full of vendors selling snacks and assorted cheap goodies.The look and feel of the place is lot like America. The long occupation and interaction with west has reduced the orientalness of this charming city.The city didnt feel very safe, specially after dark. You will find security men armed to the teeth at the entrance of most of the shoping malls. You will read in papers that there was was shoot out in a Zeppnie. One evening I was walking few meters away from the hotel and two kids started following me and came too close for comfort. I came back to the hotel fast. I was strongly advised not to venture out in the evening alone. I love walking around a town for it gives you a sense and taste of the life in that place.The business district look as sanitized as any other business district in any other large city. The starbucks, the Mcdonald’s make you feel at home immediately.The economy is in shamble and there is no sign of concrete road map to comeout of it. It’s a blesssing for the nation that Phillipinos from allover the world send home foreign exchange.The people there are extremely friendly and warm and its almost an obessesion for them to smile and have fun. The poverty of wealth probably had enriched their inner wealth.
Not for nothing Manila is called the Armsterdam of Asia. The city has the most colourful nightlife which stretches to the early morning and its largely safe. The city is transformed after sunset. The neon light, the colourful signboard, the hint of sin at every nook and corner makes the city look so very alluring. The karoke bars, the entertainment complexes, the massage parlour all tease you to have a taste of something mysterious and eternal. The choice is your and no one if forced into anything. You will also get calls at your hotel rooms asking if you need something, anything.I met a girl around 5pm infront of a bar who was all very trendily dressed up. She was young and we started chatting. She was 22, had a baby, not married. She said without any bitterness that the guy was Casanova and had left for someone else. She had actually come to the bar for interview. Almost, apologetically she told me, ‘if we could agree to a price, I could come to you hotel. Will you hurt me?’. I asked how much she wanted, she kept quite. She was into it but she needed to earn.
I promised to come back to her, one of those empty promises she would probably get used to.
Babies out of wedlock was no big deal. A very non-asian phenomena exsited in this island. specially when each of the phillipinos and phillipinas believe that they were very religious.
A visit to the mall named Claoerietta is a must.
As I was walking along Makita city, I met a pair of highly fashionable girls in micro-mini. The tall girl smiled at me and we spoke. She introduced the other girl as her student learning the rope. Of what ? Walking the road? She refused to come alone. This gave me the escape route. They were one of the best looking girls I have ever encountered.
I saw no bitterness in anyone I met in this short journey. The life was though hard in general in the city.The memory of the walk down Roxas Boulevard one evening and the look of Manila bay got etched in mind forever. It was intoxicating atomosphere out there. The festivity and celebration of living at its best. The sidwalk had small eating joints, all decked up for the eveining with fancy, ethnical and oriental lamps. Attached to each of this joints, there were small stages where live bands were performing. Obviously, each of these joints had specialization in catering to a particular and different national or provincial food. The bay, engulfed in darkness and only illuminated marginally by lights faraway and its reflection had a mystical look. Far away, ships and large boats standing still or may be moving slowly looked almost permanent. There was slight chill in the air as the evening aged. The texture of the warm soup in my mouth, the lilting soulful music in the ear and the stillness of the bay in the eyes transformed me to a world almost nonexistent.
I didn’t have enough of it and feel the urge from the bottom of my soul to go back there with my woman and son and become a permanent part of this spectacle by the side of Manila bay
As you hit the Manila road from the airport, the impression is actually no different from the impression Mumbai, Colombo or Jakarta would give. The signature of a improvising nation was all over it. Actually, the poverty, the shabiness of the makeshift homes on both side of the road was not inviting at all. The roads were good though and there was hardly any small or non-airconditioned cars on the road except the Zeppnies offcourse. Zeppnies were a marvel to see. These are actually american army zeeps refurbished and remodelled and were used as a mode of public transport.
We stayed in Central Plaza which was like any other big hotel which could be anywhere. The buffet lunch was a great experience as here one could experience plethora of foods from that part of the world. It had food of thai, Japanese, Catonese, Vietnamese origin. It was great joy feasting of most meat based wonders. God save you if you are a vegeterian though. The town is littered with restaurants catering food from around the world and its not very costly.The street life in Manila is very colourful and active. Its full of vendors selling snacks and assorted cheap goodies.The look and feel of the place is lot like America. The long occupation and interaction with west has reduced the orientalness of this charming city.The city didnt feel very safe, specially after dark. You will find security men armed to the teeth at the entrance of most of the shoping malls. You will read in papers that there was was shoot out in a Zeppnie. One evening I was walking few meters away from the hotel and two kids started following me and came too close for comfort. I came back to the hotel fast. I was strongly advised not to venture out in the evening alone. I love walking around a town for it gives you a sense and taste of the life in that place.The business district look as sanitized as any other business district in any other large city. The starbucks, the Mcdonald’s make you feel at home immediately.The economy is in shamble and there is no sign of concrete road map to comeout of it. It’s a blesssing for the nation that Phillipinos from allover the world send home foreign exchange.The people there are extremely friendly and warm and its almost an obessesion for them to smile and have fun. The poverty of wealth probably had enriched their inner wealth.
Not for nothing Manila is called the Armsterdam of Asia. The city has the most colourful nightlife which stretches to the early morning and its largely safe. The city is transformed after sunset. The neon light, the colourful signboard, the hint of sin at every nook and corner makes the city look so very alluring. The karoke bars, the entertainment complexes, the massage parlour all tease you to have a taste of something mysterious and eternal. The choice is your and no one if forced into anything. You will also get calls at your hotel rooms asking if you need something, anything.I met a girl around 5pm infront of a bar who was all very trendily dressed up. She was young and we started chatting. She was 22, had a baby, not married. She said without any bitterness that the guy was Casanova and had left for someone else. She had actually come to the bar for interview. Almost, apologetically she told me, ‘if we could agree to a price, I could come to you hotel. Will you hurt me?’. I asked how much she wanted, she kept quite. She was into it but she needed to earn.
I promised to come back to her, one of those empty promises she would probably get used to.
Babies out of wedlock was no big deal. A very non-asian phenomena exsited in this island. specially when each of the phillipinos and phillipinas believe that they were very religious.
A visit to the mall named Claoerietta is a must.
As I was walking along Makita city, I met a pair of highly fashionable girls in micro-mini. The tall girl smiled at me and we spoke. She introduced the other girl as her student learning the rope. Of what ? Walking the road? She refused to come alone. This gave me the escape route. They were one of the best looking girls I have ever encountered.
I saw no bitterness in anyone I met in this short journey. The life was though hard in general in the city.The memory of the walk down Roxas Boulevard one evening and the look of Manila bay got etched in mind forever. It was intoxicating atomosphere out there. The festivity and celebration of living at its best. The sidwalk had small eating joints, all decked up for the eveining with fancy, ethnical and oriental lamps. Attached to each of this joints, there were small stages where live bands were performing. Obviously, each of these joints had specialization in catering to a particular and different national or provincial food. The bay, engulfed in darkness and only illuminated marginally by lights faraway and its reflection had a mystical look. Far away, ships and large boats standing still or may be moving slowly looked almost permanent. There was slight chill in the air as the evening aged. The texture of the warm soup in my mouth, the lilting soulful music in the ear and the stillness of the bay in the eyes transformed me to a world almost nonexistent.
I didn’t have enough of it and feel the urge from the bottom of my soul to go back there with my woman and son and become a permanent part of this spectacle by the side of Manila bay
More rain in Mumbai
There is no respite from the incessent rain that has parked herself over the Mumbai sky since sunday. The gloomy sky reminding me of the day I was in mancester where the sky was equally sombre and the rain was boring in its utter sureity. The sun, which in summer, drives us crazy is something Im longing for now.
We had our fill of khichdi, the pakora's, the onion fry, the hot steaming tea but its not funny living in a room completely moist and whenever one goes out, he gets wet in no time.
The much malinged BMC seems to have done some work for though there was water logging in large part of Mumbai, the level of water came down all of a sudden towards the late afternoon yesterday and since then it hasnt made its appearnce atleast in Andheri.
However, most of the roads now have a toothless grin on theri face. There are holes galore and i wonder why should I pay tax for the MPs to go to study the world cup in germany when we dont get our basic necessities.
The good samaritans, the young guys on the road risking their lives but helping others to be safe on unsafe conditions is what made Mumbai so lovable.
I was not born in Mumbai but I believe ourselves to be true Mumbaikars and would like to live anywhere else in india. This I said, since I have a dream of living for sometime in Manhattan.
Dreams always come true, provided the dream is strong enough.
We had our fill of khichdi, the pakora's, the onion fry, the hot steaming tea but its not funny living in a room completely moist and whenever one goes out, he gets wet in no time.
The much malinged BMC seems to have done some work for though there was water logging in large part of Mumbai, the level of water came down all of a sudden towards the late afternoon yesterday and since then it hasnt made its appearnce atleast in Andheri.
However, most of the roads now have a toothless grin on theri face. There are holes galore and i wonder why should I pay tax for the MPs to go to study the world cup in germany when we dont get our basic necessities.
The good samaritans, the young guys on the road risking their lives but helping others to be safe on unsafe conditions is what made Mumbai so lovable.
I was not born in Mumbai but I believe ourselves to be true Mumbaikars and would like to live anywhere else in india. This I said, since I have a dream of living for sometime in Manhattan.
Dreams always come true, provided the dream is strong enough.
Mumbai rain
Today is the second consequitive day when I couldnt go to office. Its raining sine sunday morning, practically nonstop. Sunday was the day we took out our Shenna for a train ride. We went bandra from Andheri and then decided to go no further.
Shenna wanted to go to Mcdonalds and we wanted go to linking road. However, soon we realised that roads were water lgged and there was no sign of rain stoping soon. So decided to come back home. The bengali chiken curry and rice, both steaming hot, was extremely satisfying after this journey through rain.
But today, wish the rain to stop. I was to go to passport office to persue my pcc which I was hoping to get this week. We are to go to Delhi on thrusday to undergo the medical tests required for the visa processing. Hope the rain stop today.
I guess offices are closed and there are young men on road helping people go through water logged roads, at some places height of water level was seen to be around 2-3ft.
Mumbai is a great place to live i India and in true to its spirit, lot of young babes are on the road enjoying the rain , oblivious of the rain making their assets quite visible. The contour of the female anatomy is what is keeping the rain drenched guys on the roads hot, I guess.
Shenna wanted to go to Mcdonalds and we wanted go to linking road. However, soon we realised that roads were water lgged and there was no sign of rain stoping soon. So decided to come back home. The bengali chiken curry and rice, both steaming hot, was extremely satisfying after this journey through rain.
But today, wish the rain to stop. I was to go to passport office to persue my pcc which I was hoping to get this week. We are to go to Delhi on thrusday to undergo the medical tests required for the visa processing. Hope the rain stop today.
I guess offices are closed and there are young men on road helping people go through water logged roads, at some places height of water level was seen to be around 2-3ft.
Mumbai is a great place to live i India and in true to its spirit, lot of young babes are on the road enjoying the rain , oblivious of the rain making their assets quite visible. The contour of the female anatomy is what is keeping the rain drenched guys on the roads hot, I guess.
Bohol and glimps of Philipino culture- part 1
I spent last 10 days on the month of may with a group a 40 philipino and pilipinas in picturisque island called Bohol.
I have gone to Manila in Sept 2004 and that time had sampled the nightlife of Manila which is quite colourful and unabashedly sinful.
It was different this time.
I arrive in Manila at 1.30pm in the noon only to ralise that my luggage was misplaced. Thus I spent that day only wearing the jeans and t-shirt. I found deododant to be a great friend in such situations.
That day was spent making innumerable phone calls to the airlines office trying to trac the luggage. I got promise of money and the luggage definitely at my hotel by the same night. I got none.
My respect for singapore airlines took a solid beating. will I take it again? No, if I had a choice.
They pamper you rotten though if you are tarvelling business class, probably others do too.
I had a flight to Bohol nextday at 11.45am and I found the shopping malls open only at 10am. Thus I found myself at 10am on the doors of Landmark in Makati city and I finished shoping in 10 minutes. I bought shorts and t-shirt without trying them and later found them to be allright. Years spent playing the game of guessing sizes of assets of babes probably came handy that day!
Cebu pacific also sells tshirt and slippers on board and I bought some. The airhostess wanted to sell me one for my girlfriend too. She asked the girl sitting next to me if we were lovers, she was disappointed when told we were only collegues.
A waiting bus took us to the Bohol beach resort. We were garlanded and given a fruit punch.
The room I was stay was covered with coconut leaves and had wooden floor and it was airconditioned. The sea was at a stones throw from the room. The sand was white and the water was blue with glass like transparency. Above, the blue sky was littered with some white cloud. The sun was quite strong and it was humid. off came our t-shirts and we hit the sea.
The slope was not much and we could walk miles into the sea. There were star fishes galore. We then played beach vollyball and ended up with acheing muscles nextday.
To an Indian eye, not used to much skin show from girls, the dressing of the philipinas was quite interestiing.
They are probably friendliest people on earth. Before I knew I was on first name terms with so many of them. They laugh a lot and seems to be fairly light hearted.
Music bands are their single most contribution to this part of the world at large. Everyone of them sing along when travelling or partying. I resolved that I must learn to become a part of their society.
They, wherther man or women, love to talk of sex and describe private parts in vivid details. A girl was to get married and her office gave her a premarriage party. The cake was shped like a very handsom penis and she was encourage to lick it. She did lick it with accompanying sighs from women around. And if its guy, the cake would be shaped like a a juicy boob.
Life a play, song, music and sex to them. Looks like an ideal life.
I have gone to Manila in Sept 2004 and that time had sampled the nightlife of Manila which is quite colourful and unabashedly sinful.
It was different this time.
I arrive in Manila at 1.30pm in the noon only to ralise that my luggage was misplaced. Thus I spent that day only wearing the jeans and t-shirt. I found deododant to be a great friend in such situations.
That day was spent making innumerable phone calls to the airlines office trying to trac the luggage. I got promise of money and the luggage definitely at my hotel by the same night. I got none.
My respect for singapore airlines took a solid beating. will I take it again? No, if I had a choice.
They pamper you rotten though if you are tarvelling business class, probably others do too.
I had a flight to Bohol nextday at 11.45am and I found the shopping malls open only at 10am. Thus I found myself at 10am on the doors of Landmark in Makati city and I finished shoping in 10 minutes. I bought shorts and t-shirt without trying them and later found them to be allright. Years spent playing the game of guessing sizes of assets of babes probably came handy that day!
Cebu pacific also sells tshirt and slippers on board and I bought some. The airhostess wanted to sell me one for my girlfriend too. She asked the girl sitting next to me if we were lovers, she was disappointed when told we were only collegues.
A waiting bus took us to the Bohol beach resort. We were garlanded and given a fruit punch.
The room I was stay was covered with coconut leaves and had wooden floor and it was airconditioned. The sea was at a stones throw from the room. The sand was white and the water was blue with glass like transparency. Above, the blue sky was littered with some white cloud. The sun was quite strong and it was humid. off came our t-shirts and we hit the sea.
The slope was not much and we could walk miles into the sea. There were star fishes galore. We then played beach vollyball and ended up with acheing muscles nextday.
To an Indian eye, not used to much skin show from girls, the dressing of the philipinas was quite interestiing.
They are probably friendliest people on earth. Before I knew I was on first name terms with so many of them. They laugh a lot and seems to be fairly light hearted.
Music bands are their single most contribution to this part of the world at large. Everyone of them sing along when travelling or partying. I resolved that I must learn to become a part of their society.
They, wherther man or women, love to talk of sex and describe private parts in vivid details. A girl was to get married and her office gave her a premarriage party. The cake was shped like a very handsom penis and she was encourage to lick it. She did lick it with accompanying sighs from women around. And if its guy, the cake would be shaped like a a juicy boob.
Life a play, song, music and sex to them. Looks like an ideal life.
Love and deceit
One evening in Goa, our group became very pensive. It was raining outside and we started talking about our pasts, things which we wish could be differnt.
It was an offical outing and the seasoned campeigners mostly would talk about things not so deep.
Neel proved himself to as innocent as everyone thought him to be.
They were two brothers raised by a dominating mother and an absent father. being elder, his mother depended on him and he grew up with the urge never to hurt her. He didnt even drink at the age when everyone of his group was exploreing the life's offerings.
He got a job and it occured to him that he too should have a life and its okey to strech the boundaries.
He went on to MBA and developed a weakness for a girl. He was not free with girls as mother told him not to deviate from the road lean and straight. However, his youth made him fall in love with her but he was never sure of her emotions.
He checked it with her best friend and she gave him indications that she was positively inclined towards him. He couldnt believe her.
Life was becoming unbearable for him now.
He had a frinend Ajay who was very smart with internet and software technologies. Neel got him to hack her email avccount and found a mail where she had talked of liking him and how she wished he would take her out to walk in Sri ram college campus.
This gave courge. He soon got married to him.
Till date she doesnt know who hacked her account.
A small deceit.
It was an offical outing and the seasoned campeigners mostly would talk about things not so deep.
Neel proved himself to as innocent as everyone thought him to be.
They were two brothers raised by a dominating mother and an absent father. being elder, his mother depended on him and he grew up with the urge never to hurt her. He didnt even drink at the age when everyone of his group was exploreing the life's offerings.
He got a job and it occured to him that he too should have a life and its okey to strech the boundaries.
He went on to MBA and developed a weakness for a girl. He was not free with girls as mother told him not to deviate from the road lean and straight. However, his youth made him fall in love with her but he was never sure of her emotions.
He checked it with her best friend and she gave him indications that she was positively inclined towards him. He couldnt believe her.
Life was becoming unbearable for him now.
He had a frinend Ajay who was very smart with internet and software technologies. Neel got him to hack her email avccount and found a mail where she had talked of liking him and how she wished he would take her out to walk in Sri ram college campus.
This gave courge. He soon got married to him.
Till date she doesnt know who hacked her account.
A small deceit.
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