Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Finally this was his time to return back to the city of his choice. He had been to this alien place for so long and tomorrow he would be back in his home state. Not that he had been home-sick but being in one’s own state is something everybody cherishes deep within heart.

As usual, morning started with a bad note. He found himself sleeping for longer than usual and when he was completely awake he realized that he had not packed a single thing and he had to catch the 3.00 pm bus. He called his roommates to help him pack his luggage.

When the bus conductor asked for tickets, a brief search through all his pockets revealed that that he had forgotten his journey ticket at the home itself. There was no time to go back home and get the ticket. He was cursing himself over how he could he had forgotten to get the ticket. He had no option but to buy another ticket worth 1000 rupees. Luckily he got the sole remaining last ticket. The journey was not very pleasant as he had to travel on the last seat.

He reached home the next day, got fresh. When he was about to throw his trouser for wash he froze for what he saw. In his pocket lay a neatly folded original journey ticket.

BTW, This was taken from true incident.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

New Sketch

After many days, finally I completed this sketch.
Guess who's portrait is it??

Nice Interview

The more I read about this guy, the more I like him.

At 35 and written-off virtually completely from making a comeback by the then chief selector, he had not given up and showed a tremendous amount of self-belief.

Often his critics used to draw comparisons with Mohinder Amaranth who was similarly dumped from the Indian cricket team then and had made a stunning comeback after that. Will Sourav be able to make a comeback? Many believed no, many believed it is better without him, but there were few who believed he can make a comeback.

The media was all over Sourav trying to find any news they could lay their hands on and promptly reported his failures in county and domestic cricket.

This is a nice interview he gave to The Telegraph before the first ODI played of this India-West Indies series 2007.

Link: http://www.telegraphindia.com/1070121/asp/sports/story_7290609.asp

Tuesday, January 23, 2007


How often I say this, or for that matter most of us. I take their presence for grated so much so that I rarely acknowledge them. Yet they are the ones who still spend most of the time thinking about betterment of mine. Sometimes I have come so close to telling them frankly but something or other always came up or I felt too shy to say. Mom and Dad I love you. You mean a lot to me. The world is nothing without you. Really.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Time is Money.

I had been running late to the office and on top of that that day our cook had also taken leave. I had no other choice but to hop on to the little hotel on the way to office. Since it was late, there was hardly any rush; I collected breakfast from the counter, found empty table.


Err.. Hello. [Who was this guy? Do I remember him? Had I ever seen him before? His Face is little familiar…]

I am gaurang.

Hi Gaurang. [I was cursing for the bad timing. First of all I was late and this guy meets up]

I used to work in your house….

[When? This time I really had to strain my memory. His face now looks even more familiar but still my memory drew blank]

Ohh is it… [Then I suddenly remember two years back when our cook had taken a month’s leave he had sent this guy for work] How are you?

I was very surprised to see him having breakfast in the hotel. Looking puzzled, I asked him don’t you cook these days?

He laughed, said Time is Money sir. Off course I cook. Half an hour's cooking will generate revenue which is far more than what I will spend on eating breakfast in this hotel. Instead of spending time on cooking for myself, its better to eat outside. Turns out economical.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

It is ridiculous to see Café Coffee Day charging Rs40 for a cup of coffee at the airport terminals as compared to Rs22 it charges at its normal branches in the city.

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Joy Ride

My experiences with the rickshaw drivers are very limited. But whenever I had a chance to hire their services, I must say that the experiences were not pleasant and often it would end-up in ugly brawl over the money demanded. I never won the arguments, but I realized most of these drivers use the lines like “what is Rs10 for people like you sir? Its peanuts compared to whatever you may be earning, but even a single rupee for us has a huge value”. I never wanted to go into full detailed analysis of this value-proposition business so after some time we used to settle for amount which I and he both felt perfect fit. Ever since my bike came use of rickshaw had gradually decreased and now it is almost negligible

Yesterday, since I was not in a mood to drive and also the distance to be traveled was more, I had to rely on using the services of rickshaws. I came out of the complex, and there was this rickshaw standing, I asked him for MG road and without any bargain he said yes.

Once I entered inside the rickshaw looked completely different as if I have entered into some magical world. The usual worn out leather-look seats had given way to the nice upholstery made up of velvet with groovy patterns. The backrests were redone to suit passengers; there even was a head rest for the seats. A carpet was laid on the floor and the roof has a false ceiling. The normal black meter was polished and sported nice silvery look. There was temperature meter on one side, a digital clock on the other side. The back rest of the driver sported a nice showcase, complete with toys, flower pots and decoration items, when viewed from the passenger side. So much so that the rickshaw had CD player running in it (heavy bass and treble settings prevented us from making out which song was playing).

After all this experience I was surprised to that the driver never complained to tender exact change. To be precise, 43 rupees.

It is only during the return journey in the evening when we took rickshaw back home, ordinary I must say in comparison with the morning experience, I realized that the meter had been running faster than it should have. :(

Conclusion: Stay away from jazzy rickshaws. Later I realized from my friend, who had done extensive research on rickshaws, the worst looking rickshaw are more likely to have the most authentic drivers.


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