Saturday, August 27, 2011

Good bye and Get lost.

Dear Sucker,

I wish I could send you this letter, but I don't want to give you that privilege. That's how far you took things.

I have tolerated you for more than 3 years now and things have crossed the line. Though it isn't difficult for me to be the one who gives more in any relationship, you have made me realise how worthless it is when it is done for a selfish and conceited di** like you!

I have asked you to stay away from me before too, but you came back with your worries and I found it difficult to not come back into your life and help you. But this once, I just wish you fell down a cliff or got marooned on an island with blood sucking parasites around, etc. I see no reason why I should keep someone who would cheat on his wife and his friends and his family all the time, in my life.

I wish I could write his name here, so to tell the world what kind of a moron he is. But I dont want to be the one to break his marriage, that I leave it to him. Anyways, feels good to throw him out of my life, for good. And what a sense of tranquility I get doing that. Aaaaaaahhhhh.... :)

Yours hatefully,

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Respect. Salute.

So today in full military honors, Lt. Navdeep of the Maratha Light Infantry was laid to rest. RIP to the blessed soul.

As I stood here today, looking at the hundred odd boys getting trained to join the Army, I wasn't quite sure myself - Is it worth it? Is it worth giving your life to a nation that remembers you for a week through FB status updates and Breaking News in various channels, and then like a blazing newspaper, dies out with faded print - fading memories. Does the supreme sacrifice deserve nothing more? I remember the day when I adorned the uniform the very first time. I remember the moist eyes of my mom, who gave her son to the nation and the pride in the eyes of my dad - so proud to see me here. I am sure that Navdeep's parents must have felt pretty much the same. And hardly a year into service, drapped in the tri-color with the mortal remains of their son, with the load of a million shattered dreams - he must have come home.

What a moment that should have been for the family. What a moment it should have been for that mother. I can not imagine. For a nation which gives more support to its cricket team than its martyrs, I cant expect anything more than this, if I was in his place too. But, I have promises to keep, and goals to attain, and with that sacred thread of conviction, I tread. Steadfast. Steady. Still heavy in the heart.

God bless the valiant soul of Lt. Navdeep.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Friendship Day. 2011.

A Friendship Day just passed by. So they say. As much as I wasn't aware that it had come, I dont care that its gone.

For people who know me that would be a shocker. The gone year, 2010, I had written something about this - Friendship day is here again, where I had mentioned about that lump in my throat when I thought about its significance, about the wrist bands, etc etc. And then, there is 2011.

How things change for me. And for that matter, how it changes for everyone. And keeping that point as the locus, 1 year is a long time I guess, to change perceptions on various topics. But also less, compared to your thoughts on the same for nearly 27 years as your opponent. Well, the truth is that, my perspectives have changed and I am happy that it finally did.

In college, I used to get bands for my friends, pack secret gifts, text them a note/poem that I'd have written, make a painting for them in paper or glass, given them a surprise visit or maybe send some flowers or cookies. I use to do all that I could afford to do. I wouldnt have the money to gift everyone something, but that is where I used poems/texts/paintings. I was a man of gifts. I love choosing gifts for my friends. I basically appreciate my own thoughtfulness in matters of the heart. Hahaha. My friends on the other hand knew my obsession with gifts and they would choose to go get me gifts voluntarily than to be emotionally blackmailed into doing the same, if they didn't. Well, that was me. Now, I think it was stupid, but then, it was fun, because even after forcing a few friends to get me something, I'd text them a thank you message appreciating their love and how touched I was by the 'surprise gift'. Hideous!

Today, more than 80% in that list is just someone with whom I had good memories with. The remaining either dont talk to me anymore for reasons unknown to them also, talk to me but have got so busy with their own lives that the gift-story became a thing of the past, go ahead and get engaged/married and dont even inform me or, they stick by as a well-wisher or good friend - too mature for the band episodes to ever repeat.

And surprisingly, nothing, nothing of this matters to me too anymore. And maybe I have become the same 'mature' they were at a point, and become 'too busy with my own life' to rejoice in that blissful feeling. Or it could be that my wife and I had been through so much in the past few months, with just the company of our family and two friends, that we made a shell that our friends couldnt penetrate into. So its not anybody's fault, its just reality.

Reality isnt always the best of things, but it sure is the only real thing. Today, I know who that friend of mine is, who'd be there for me no matter what. Yet, with or without him, I still have my wife - my best friend, my guide. So I would never actually die out of friends, and for the same reason, no matter how much I ignore voluntarily or otherwise, I will always have a reason to celebrate Friendship Day whenever I want to. And that is a good thing too.

With that, Belated Friends Day.
Thats my BESTEST friend, my BFF - right there in the pic with me.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

How to Detect Hidden Camera in Trial Room?

Just chanced across a wonderful article. You'd like to read and know. These things really happen more than what you think.

In front of the trial room take your mobile and make sure that mobile can make calls........
Then enter into the trail room, take your mobile and make a call.....
If u can't make a call......!!!!
There is a hidden camera......
This is due to the interference of fiber optic cable during the signal transfer......

Please forward this to your friends to educate this issue to the
public......To prevent our innocent ladies from HIDDEN CAMERA...........

Pinhole Cameras in Changing Rooms of Big Bazaar, Shoppers Stop?

A few days ago, I received this text message:
Please don't use Trial room of BIG BAZAAR there are pinhole cameras to make MMS of young girls.
So, please forward to all girls. Also forward to all boys who have sisters and girlfriends.

Don't be shy in forwarding this message. Because its about protecting the integrity of all girls & ladies.


When we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms, changing rooms, etc., How many of you know for sure that the seemingly ordinary mirror hanging on the wall is a real mirror, or actually a 2-way mirror I.e., they can see you, but you can't see them. There have been many cases of people installing 2-way mirrors in female changing rooms or bathroom or bedrooms.

It is very difficult to positively identify the surface by just looking at it. So, how do we determine with any amount of certainty what type of Mirror we are looking at?


Place the tip of your fingernail against the reflective surface and if there is a GAP between your fingernail and the image of the nail, then it is a GENUINE mirror.

However, if your fingernail DIRECTLY TOUCHES the image of your nail, then BEWARE, IT IS A 2-WAY MIRROR! (There may be someone seeing you from the other side). So remember, every time you see a mirror, do the "fingernail test." It doesn't cost you anything. It is simple to do.

This is a really good thing to do. The reason there is a gap on a real mirror, is because the silver is on the back of the mirror UNDER the glass.

Whereas with a two-way mirror, the silver is on the surface. Keep it in mind! Make sure and check every time you enter in hotel rooms.

Share this with your sisters, wife, daughters, friends, colleagues, etc.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Paranormal Activity Series - Post 1

After the last few posts about Paranormal Activity, there has been quite a few requests to talk/discuss more about them. The earlier posts Paranormal Activity and Of Blackmagic and Voodoo Dolls, still attract a lot of attention. And which is the reason why I am going to have a series of posts on Ghosts, Paranormal Activity and Black magic coming up.

Well, today I want to take you back in time. This was the year 1997 and Babi's dad had decided to build a new home for them. And the work had just started when they noticed unimaginable and unexplained setbacks which just did not allow the work to proceed. Maybe it was something minor like, the laborers refused to turn up or if they did, they got hurt and had to leave half way. Otherwise someone in the family would get ill and had to be taken to the hospital and for the same reason the workers would have to be send back. This went on for some time and it started causing concern for everybody. Well, things like this happening in continuation obviously would cause worry. And suddenly nobody would agree to come and work at their place. They either feared something or they just bluntly refused. Nobody understood why. This went on for sometime till there came a group of workers all the way from Tamil Nadu. They agreed to work and they started by leveling the ground near where the foundation stone was laid.

Suddenly by afternoon there was a huge scream in the work-area. Suspecting an other accident everybody rushed to the scene. But there was no accident. But there stood the workers. Scared. horrified. Frigid. And when they were asked what happened, they pointed towards a bottle, which looked something like that in this picture. Babi's uncle who supervised the work there had no clue what that was about. He asked them why they got scared and they said with reluctance that the corked bottle contain a palm leaf with satanic inscriptions. Not convinced by their point, uncle went ahead and grabbed the bottle and told them that there is nothing to worry and that they could resume work, but they denied and even without taking their wages, they rushed from the site.

Uncle, still not convinced about the incident was however troubled by their view. He opened the bottle and what he saw was some inscriptions in Arabic on a stack of palm leaves. They were written in minute size and could barely be understood. They were small and closely packed and there were nearly 25 long leaves closely stacked. Seeing this, uncle still recalls a chill that went up his spine. He however packed it back fast and rushed towards a priest, about whom he had heard has miraculous powers to ward away evil.

The Muslim priest was equally shocked to see the bottle which after proper scrutiny, the priest said that it contained a satanic curse written on them for 1000 times. And doing that the person who wished the family's downfall, cast an evil spell onto them. The priest promised to do the needful to neutralize the damage the spell had done to them and he also said that they were lucky to get hold of that so soon, before it destroyed the entire home and its people.

And rightly so, just as uncle got back, he received a call from one of the workers asking if he could come with his team tomorrow.

And today, Babi's home is one of the most beautiful homes in that area and after that incident, things were so smooth. So, as I told earlier, there are somethings that exist that our eyes cant see, but that which our hearts cant deny against.

So, tell me - can you agree with convinction that you are alone when you are reading this?

Friday, August 12, 2011

Lemon? Yeah? Wow.

Over the days, we have been receiving some astonishing support from a lot of people. People whom we never knew came into our lives like angles, people whom we thought never cared - proved us wrong beyond doubt, and people whom we thought would stick by us no matter what - many did, many did not. Well, I might talk about that a bit later maybe, but right now, I want to talk about how Mrs. Hala Nanda, w/o of a dear senior, did a lot or research about cancer, knowing what Babi is going through and send me this article. Thanks a ton mam for the love, and also a very interesting read.
More lemons are rushing into my home for sure from now on. Period.

Lemon (Citrus) is a miraculous product to kill cancer cells. It is 10,000 times stronger than chemotherapy.
Why do we not know about that? Because there are laboratories interested in making a synthetic version that will bring them huge profits. You can now help a friend in need by letting him/her know that lemon juice is beneficial in preventing the disease. Its taste is pleasant and it does not produce the horrific effects of chemotherapy. How many people will die while this closely guarded secret is kept, so as not to jeopardize the beneficial multimillionaires large corporations? As you know, the lemon tree is known for its varieties of lemons and limes. You can eat the fruit in different ways: you can eat the pulp, juice press, prepare drinks, sorbets, pastries, etc... It is credited with many virtues, but the most interesting is the effect it produces on cysts and tumors. This plant is a proven remedy against cancers of all types. Some say it is very useful in all variants of cancer. It is considered also as an anti microbial spectrum against bacterial infections and fungi, effective against internal parasites and worms, it regulates blood pressure which is too high and an antidepressant, combats stress and nervous disorders.
The source of this information is fascinating: it comes from one of the largest drug manufacturers in the world, says that after more than 20 laboratory tests since 1970, the extracts revealed that: It destroys the malignant cells in 12 cancers, including colon, breast, prostate, lung and pancreas ... The compounds of this tree showed 10,000 times better than the product Adriamycin, a drug normally used chemotherapeutic in the world, slowing the growth of cancer cells. And what is even more astonishing: this type of therapy with lemon extract only destroys malignant cancer cells and it does not affect healthy cells.

Institute of Health Sciences, 819 N. L.L.C. Cause Street, Baltimore, MD1201

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Brownie Unwell.

My elder sweetheart Brownie isn't well. She has been puking since morning , refusing to take food and has loose stools with offensive odour. She is also looking very tired. As if the tensions at home and hospital aren't enough for us - she has made it two fold. There are only few things that can upset us more than the fact that the two 'B's being unwell.

I spoke to her doctor and he says she will be fine and has asked to start her on an antibiotic. Tab. Metronidazole 400mg. Three times a day for three days.

Brownie, get back to shape fast. Dad and mom are worried!

Friday, August 5, 2011

Blessed Unconditionally

I am not going to write anything in this post. I am just posting a picture of my mother and my wife. This is bliss.
(Clicked on the day of Bindiya's Wedding)

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Remember Unnikuttan?

I am sure all my malayali friends would remember Unnikuttan from Yodha (1992 Malayalam Movie).
Well, that lad has grown up into a smart Nepali dude. This is he.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Learning from my Wife

Babi never fails to surprise me in every walk of life.

The journey with her is a walk with pleasant surprises. And I know I am blessed to have her company and unconditional love and support. And I wonder what I had done in this life or the ones before to deserve someone like her. Lord, thank you.

Over the last few days we have been shuttling from one hospital to other taking Babi's dad - he being unwell. And when I say unwell, I mean - really really unwell. There have been times when we werent really sure if there was light at the end of the tunnel even. But to say the least, the clouds have moved and sun seems to be shining.

Babi as a person is a very very emotional one. Everyone knowing her knows beyond doubt that her threshold to crying is like the super-minimum. Someone who can cry seeing the most trashy movie and watching someone in pain. When we had come face-to-face with the situation above, I really thought that Babi would lose all hope and would sink into depression. But the way she handled the situation left me wonder-struck. She realised the extend to which her family counted on her and she literally grew upto the situation. She wouldnt shed a single tear in front of her folks, she would run around the whole day - sometimes to get medicines, sometimes to get food/water, sometimes for blood reports.. she would do it all day and then retire to bed only to wake up early morning to repeat the process. This coming from the same person who used to tell me that waking up early in the morning was impossible for her. She is basically more of a night-person you see. And when there would be nobody around and we were alone, she would burst into tears and ventilate to void the tension and then she would get back into nursing her dad.

I know now that when we come face to face with adversity, the great Lord gives us the courage to fight it too. I have seen it right in front of my eyes. Through Babi. I know beyond doubt that whatever progress my FIL has shown over the days is simply because of the love, care and dedication that Babi has showered on him. She would pray all day for him in such a way that God had no option but to listen to her cries. All I want right now is that her dad gets back on the horse asap because I miss seeing her smiling. I miss seeing her happy and being her actual self. I miss being myself with the real her around. I miss watching her being a baby with her dad. I miss being happy. I miss being whole.

I am sure things will be better soon. I know. She will make it happen for us. Babi will. God speed.