God has his own way of doing things ………………!

Radio Mirchi 98.3… Sakhkhath hot maga…!! No I could not listen to “that” song .Well; It was a recent hit song “ Ravivaramna Kunchada ” from Budhdhivantha, a remix version of old song , old wine in a new bottle. I had heard that in the same channel recently and I was too much carried away with the song. But alas, since then no , I dint get to listen to it.

I had listened the original version many times but it was not that melodious, had heard many people singing the song, but never liked it. May be new version had extra base and beats with Hariharan’s aesthetic vocal touch.Not for nothing Hariharan is a maestro, his voice is quite touching and out of the world.

I determined to listen to it again. Turned to TV and surfed through Kannada popular channels, nope, nowhere I could have trace of the song. The song was just released and how can one expect it to play in TV channels ? No Luck… Was humming the song and finished bathing ( I guess my neighbors too liked me singing the song ;-) )

Again turned to FM. Went channels through channels, waited for long time and my company bus was moving like anything on road. Most of the employees were sleeping on cushioned seats, and I was one dumb creature waiting for this one song to get played.
The fat bellied person sitting (sleeping) opposite to me was with very much content. His face was glowing, eyes were tightly closed and he was sleeping like there is no tomorrow. His lips carried an indescribable smile. I thought once I listen to this song , I would have such a smile.

Bangalore Radio channels are too much entertaining man..They provide you all fun, info and music. Chaamrajpet Charles , Life in Banglore with Rajini Saar, Sulthaan ke saath English ke do bath , back to back triple songs and traffic updates , channels were fully loaded. RJs spoke so well, they had cheerful voice I just was admiring them. Its really cool right being RJ ? you ll be popular, entire city knows your voice , and you get all recognition. You can brag a lot this that blah blah . Besides you will get paid and its nowhere a risky job..! I had a friend who was great fan of FM 93.5 RJ Harsha’s voice. She used to wait for his program to start and would listen to it completely. Feels cool man..!!

Everything was cool, but no clue about the remix song .I was like, please let me listen to this one song only for once and I will be happy through out the day. Nope, it palyed some Orange properties advertisement ,details about some crap competition and as I reached office , signals were weak . I turned it off…..

I was sipping tea around 11 o clock, and suddenly remembered You tube. You can listen, watch the media files if someone has uploaded it. I just logged in and was searching for song. Oh man..! It’s a Kannada song, people have ignored the movies, have ignored literature and have ignored the language itself. How can you expect one to upload in You tube ? :P I was broken .

I got down from the company bus. No I could not listen to the song , was very sad through out 73 minutes of journey . Why on the earth they did not play the song ?
I kept listening to channels, darted to a shop to get some maggy packs and eggs. Shopwala gave a usual smile and asked about my well being. I smiled back at him and I don’t remember what I answered him, came out of the shop, ear phones still fixed to ears and my consciousness still waiting for the song. Oh God please, I was praying ... you know sometimes songs can be mortal. Sometimes don’t you wonder, your consciousness knows the answer but your brain can’t recollect the answer? You are expecting something like a crazy and you sound more of mad to get it….! Songs are similarly dangerous sometimes if you don’t listen to them on time… it keeps haunting.


I was walking, thoughts reeling on my head. I remembered, there was a boy aged around 10-14 years near my neighborhood without footwear. I just thought of purchasing one for him. You will get for cheap 40 rupees, street side. Its not a great deal me getting a footwear for him. I won’t be losing a great amount of money. But atleast the boy will be happy I thought…I just wanted to capture the happiness shown on his face when I will present him that footwear. I was just excited to meet him soon.

I walked down the steps, across the streets, finding him. And oh boy, he was there bare footed munching some food. I called him, and presented him the sandals. He was very happy. He wore it and it was perfect. He smiled at me , I was very happy seeing his glowing face.. You get to see such happiness on someones face just for 40 bucks .. I was happy for myself. I asked his name , shook his hands and was watching him running happily with the footwear.

And then FM channel was playing “Ravivaramana Kunchada kale bhale saakaravu “…
I was in cloud nine. I waited there only listening to each word, each beat, feeling each line of the song. Woow what an experience? What an occasion? Worth waiting….
Atlast the song ended.. You know all the good things in this world should end. I did not know whether I listened the song for my luck or it was the way god appreciated me for getting one footwear for the little chap .?

God has his own way of doing things ………………!

I changed the channel, and here again same song.. second time… ;)

Naach, Gaana and Apun Ka Bollywood

It all happens in Indian movies : -) We Indians are crazy creatures who love songs and dance no matter whatever be the occasion. Right from Indra’s mythological Vedic days to today Kaliyug Emraan Hashmi’s days. Songs and dances are soul of Indian movies, any where in India and in any language…!

Earlier days, of course in Vedic times there were dancer-cum-singer s who used to entertain Maharajahs and their courtiers and I suppose this heralded current trend of dance and songs in movies. Heroes/Heroines not only need to be looking good but also should dance and fight well to survive in celluloid business. Just imagine Tom cruise doing a duet dance or Kate winslet doing one Item song..! Lols. Aint it funny?

Bollywood movies have started all the trends. Duets, sad songs (of course with dance), devotional songs, peppy songs and latest being “Item “songs. You can see all the drama masala loaded in each of them. Audience is crazy..!

It’s quite illogical. Sometimes these songs seem complete non sense .An infant grows old in a five minute song. Performers keep changing their dress, keep changing their locations too. And the weirdest one, a family which was shattered away long ago becomes united by one “Family song “ ( I wanted to have one family song for my family lolz) . But all are accepted and appreciated ..! Sab kuch maaf hai.
And most of the time it’s quite interesting. Hero and Heroine dance and sing together in park when none is around..! ( so silly of them ) A Romeo proposes his girl friend, a widow sings for her husband in agony, a devotee gets “darshan” of god with a song (quite dominant down south Indian movies) ; people celebrate with a song and dance in a function and usual “rona,rulana “ songs , a patriot sings and dances for his country’s victory. And one craziest thing I liked was a hero fighting with notorious goons with a song..! how can one ?


Old black– and-white movie songs emphasized much on lyrics and emotions. Remember Gurudutt’s songs ? They were heart soothing and quite melodious. There was no vulgarity and it targeted emotions of audience and were quite memorable. Mohd. Rafi dominated those days and I was once told the then PM Jawahar Lal Nehru even excused Rafi’s taxes. Those were the days..! The songs and dances then were based on Romance, Love, devotion and were peppy too. Remember Jeena isika naam hai song ? Dances included desi styles of Bharath Natyam ,Kathak and Koochipudi. I was just wondering what Rakhi Sawanth would do then ? : -) Madhubala performed well in Mughal-e-Azam , I just liked her..!

Then were the times of Eastman color… Amitabh with his Mere anagne mein tumhara kya kaam hai ..? Vinod Khanna with his chingari koyi bhadake were quite marvelous. And also not to forget Mithun da with his unique disco steps created a hype and carved a niche in bollywood. Romance, family ,Love were commonly targeted fields.Audience by then were fed up with “Emo” songs and needed some more of “In” thing. Then was the time of “Helen “ the “hot” throb of Bellbottomed youngsters..! Overnight she became a mascot .. College students bunked classes and were present in theatres for her dance and it was quite eye soothing ;-) Those times few performers created their own signatures in dance , Jeetendra’s jumps , Feroz kahn’s jungle ness was most “In” things which were liked by audience.. Remember Dharam paaji’s dance? lolz…..


Now its quite very much advanced.. Audience have become choosy…Songs are no more lyrics oriented ,and if they are then they are not meant for “MASS”.It all started with Dhak dhak Madhuri dixit..! I was almost carried away then even at her smile. She carried a charismatic aura around her. Then we had Govinda’s madly dance ..? This modern facet of bollywood is as old as me . It had so much of Masala.. So much of curve twists and all sorts of meaning you could find…! Remember controversial song like Choli ke peeche kya hai ? You would also find creative choreography like one in Chaiyya Chaiyya on top of the running train, Muqala Muqabala by Prabhudevan rocked entire nation. Songs and dance in disco clubs , pubs replaced the same which were earlier shot in parks or in marriage halls. Later then on, songs/dances in movies much are based on close intimations and skin show. The movie Murder was a mass hit for the same reason. Emran Hasmi and Mallika sherwat were the Icons for “such” gana naachna’s .( In fact you wont find them dance though …!) Now a days Chemistry, Physics and Biology all you can see in Bollywood. And not to forget , 42 years old SRK too shed his weight toned body and tapped for an “Item Song “ with his Six packs…! You know gals went crazy…!

I can’t predict the future of the bollywood songs and dances.
But I am damn sure…! One day it will overtake Hollywood…!

Basanti inn Kutton ke samne mat naachna………! ;-)

Hum Honge Kamyab EK DIN…?

Our Mother India is crying…! Ponder over this….

First let’s start with the Country’s name India. Actually name was derived from river Sindhu.As westerners couldn’t pronounce it well. what they addressed us wrongly... it became our country's name... Bush's dog's name is India...the dictionary says exact meaning of Indian means "uncultured, barabarians" ... yup, the same country which has given ancient civilization to the world is uncultured. WE ARE PROUD TO BE INDIANS.....!?

We can’t address Hindustan as it’s sure to evoke controversy. Similar is the case when its addressed Bhaarath as king Bharath was Hindu...

Next let’s start with pluralism....
There are thousands of languages, many cultures, many religions, many sects and never to forget many Gods. many castes. dressing style...cuisines.. There are more than enough things for us to GET DIFFERENTIATED. Can we be united? Hindu doesn’t like the Muslim and vice versa... North Indians don’t like South Indians and vice versa. Maharastrian doesn’t like UP babu and vice versa. A BJP follower doesn’t like a Congress follower. There are problems of reservations based on castes... pilgrim provisions based on religions...financial aids based on languages. All these are fodders for controversy.

Now about governance.

There are 500+ politiacians at central, and 200+ MLA s at states... 200 more if it has MLCs. Top to bottom is corrupted. You don’t see politicians coming in walk or rikshaws. Politicians who are homeless. (?) Minimum of one crore rupees each politiacians will pile up in their tenure. Just imagine the amount which is misused.

No proper infrastructure. No proper water supply, no roads, no transportation, no education, no proper law and order.
Ok, if you have some complaints and you approach government officials. You are gone... bribery exists. They say there are millions of people in govt. sector who get bribed.

Can we expect good administration?

Now let’s talk about education...

I agree Indians are brains... mathematics, computers. Everywhere there are Indian impressions. The language system is difficult in country .Disputes are there to go for English or Kannada medium, while none worries about the content of teaching.

Finally once they are educated they flee to abroad for lump sums packages. People who get subsidies from govt.for education too go abroad for their comforts, who educates people back home when you are away from your country?

Now let’s talk about security and the defense system.

There are many militant forces working in country, at North West Pakistani Hijbul mujahidden, .LeT etc. at north east we have China. Maoists...Down south we have Naxalites and our own “Bhai logs”, of course Mumbai mafia... and ULFA, LTTE

Tamil Nadu wants its own country. So as Nagaland, Punjab Mizoram etc...
Internal fights b/n states Karnataka Maharastra, Karnataka Andhra, to name some...
And once in while china claims some part... Bangla too does its bit.And we have PAK...

Bomb blasts at Delhi, Mumbai local trains, terrorist attacks on Parliament ,IISC.
A single common man is not sure about his next moment. Are you sure about yours?


Let’s talk about financial aspects...

We have huge population. Survey says by 2025 we will be first in population beating China .There are people who survive with jus 2 rupees per day (?) ,,, fact says in whole world Indians are paying highest tax about 50% as tax towards govt. about which 65% goes towards security and armed forces. Rest with 35 % we can see the roads, lights etc that too if politicians are kind enough to leave us few amount for good.


Now last not the least we the people...

Are we productive? We speak bout SRKs next movie...we speak about Shahid kapoor’s next gf or Sachin’s thigh pain or Deve Gowda’s next step of insanity.We will be happy if we win a silly match though some one is earning stuff.
Younger generation wants CAT or a lover or some sort of stupidity...
Where can we expect next Vivekananda...? Bhagat Singh...or Srinivas Ramanujan?

We can’t win one Oscar though we produce 900+ movies in a year. We can’t win one Olympic gold medal though we have billions of people (Thank god we won recently.).

ONLY ONE QUESTION COMES IN MY MIND...
HUM HONGE KAAMYAB EK DIN??? (When is that ...?)

MOM...TUSSI GREAT HO…! “

Doesn’t this pic say a lot?

It’s raining heavily... a helluva rude vehicles honking at background, she is on street with her kid and ONLY ONE UMBRELLA…!! Look at her; she holds bag at one end, and the other hand holding her kid firmly. ONLY A MOTHER CAN…!!

To start with, let me confess, No. I never behaved with my mom. I was a prank (still I am) and troubling my mother was sort of fun then. When I remember those days, I can’t help myself avoid smiles. Stealing her money from mustard container (she still keeps it there ...!) and acting innocent, messing all the stuff in kitchen and making her arrange them again. And the best one I liked was to make her plead for me to have lunch.

When I was in 1st Grade, my mom found me missing, bunking the class, for entire day and later in evening I was found dancing with drunkards in a procession. I don’t know what exactly made me to join them. I guess the procession had an elephant and it fancied me. That night I found my mom’s eyes wept. I was nasty….

I have learnt lot from my mom. She was my tutor, my mentor and the only one person in world on whom I could take my wrath. She cooked good food for me. She gave me enough freedom since kid hood days and made me try all creative, crazy ideas. Have you ever dared smoking a beedi in front of your mom or have you tried traveling alone 50+ KM away when you are just 10 year old? I did. Since then I found smoking was toxic and traveling alone is never a worry. She never said a No to my crazy ideas….
We had an undeclared rapport. We had an undeclared protocol. Never to misuse the freedom she gave-and-never to deny my creativity!
She made me get toughest with tougher situations and get wiser with experience. I learnt how to bear pain and be composed. Also she made sure that I did all my sums properly and played games well. She is always friends with me. I was comfortable in life and was irritating her. She had burden of caring about my well-being and she never was serious with my pranks.

The picture says a lot... Isn’t that?

It was in September 16, 1996.I was 11 year old. I joined a residential school out of my own interest. Guys, I tell you, its tough staying in a residential school. (For visual effect and feel watch mid portion of TZP). First night of joining school, I dint eat, I dint sleep. Everything was monotonous. School knew only one language –Discipline. No more pranks, no more freedom, NO MOM, no more fun. Life seemed disaster for me. To start with, it was a mess. All sorts of kids, from different places, speaking various languages, of different religion, castes, of different colors and of different tastes. And we had to wash our own clothes, to clean dorms and toilets .Assignments and projects and tests... I was lost. Punctuality, cleanliness, respect-the-elder code, strictness. You name it, we went through it. My confidence crippled. I was vegetable for few months.

Gradually I learnt washing clothes, knowing people, scoring well in tests and assignment and speaking the language discipline in my own way. Remember be toughest when situation becomes tougher and be wiser with experience? I never quit. I completed full 7 years there, facing the odds of life, fate threw at me. Thanks Mom..!! :)

Girls are different, women are different but all mothers are same. They know only to love kids, being affectionate and love them with warmth. What we do in return? Have we ever thought of her? Let me ask for myself... Have I done anything? No my dear poor mom... I can never ever complete the circle. I always owe you...

Today I am working in corporate office. Furnished with A.C., sipping coffee seated on an easy chair and drawing a handsome (?) salary but I miss you lot mom. I might have played many tricks to irritate you; I might have ignored you for calling me at odd hours, sometimes may not have taken care of you ….

But I love you. I am still a toddler. I always like when you don’t praise me , but you say good things about me with your friends, at my back( I know it..!! ). I like when you pray for my well being . I like it when you say ‘everythings fine .. You’ll get through this.You will have good time soon son‘. I like it when you prepare Paanpolo just for me. I like it when you point out my mistakes on my face. I like everything you do for me…. I have no words.

I know, you have gone through lots of pains. Starting with labor pain, then pain of raising me up, the pain of re arranging mess I created, the pain of getting me educated the pain of departing from me and many of such...I know, you also handled many complaints against me. I also know you always stood by me when entire world was against me. I know you waited for me to come back home and taste your food. I know everything mom…!!

Oh my god..!! I am confessing... :)
Don’t you think? Even you have similar confessions for your mom?
Don’t you think you need to do something for your mom too..?
Remember buddy... You can not complete the circle... You owe her lots…


I don’t know about “GOD “

But

My dear mom…

“MOM...TUSSI GREAT HO…! “

Mr. Muruges…!! KA-03 C 1785

I was late.. Damn Late.. Network was up... Routers working fine but I was late and missed the company bus .This was not the first time I missed the company bus.
‘Electronic City, Electronic City’, shouted one cab driver. I came out of my reeling thoughts, darted towards and was soon in cab. Oh man. Comfortable enough to attend team meeting held every Monday, I was kinda relieved.

It was a white Indica, worn out at few spots through the rude Bangalorean Traffic. Well cushioned seats welcomed passengers. A Karthikeyan Idol was on dashboard. And a small pic of Rajinikanth stuck on a window. A card hung read ‘Name: Muruges age: 25’ about the cab driver bearing the driver’s passport sized pic. A recent one.’ Typical cab driver’ I thought to myself.

I was seated in front seat. The driver cussed ‘Damn these politicians. No peace of mind. MFs have created havoc amongst kannadigas and tamilians’. I looked at him. He was in plain white faded uniform. A dark face with oiled curly hair with bushy locks, sharp nose and small eyes. Moustache was dominant on his face and was demanding a reply from me. ‘Yes, that’s why they are politicians ‘I said. I usually start getting socialized with people but this time the driver had started. May be I was little dumb that day. He introduced himself with his name in tamilian accent. Gave his hand and shook my hand, he was devil in balance at traffic. He’s a master at driving I noticed.

That was the first time I met him. I kept missing my busses and he would be there to drop me. I got to know lot about him. He’d left his home at Salem for good, seeking his future in Bangalore. Had a DL, so drove people from places to places. The earning would go to owner of the car and he’d get part of the earning for him and thus made a living He’d said. We discussed movies, politics, Cricket …He was kept up with all sorts of information. I noticed He was a big, all time movie buff.. He’d explain me stories of movies with lots of exaggerations and never ever got into climax. He’d keep it Suspense and would insist me watching it. Choreography, camera motions, narration he analyzed everything about movie. I bet if he was in celluloid, he would mint money. Muruges was a character. I liked him for his innocence and simplicity. A chat with him would make my day .May it be praising someone’s kindness, sympathy for unprivileged or blasting corrupt cops with obscenities of course at their back , he was just super man..
‘MF cops would snatch all money we earn, they shall go to hell. Sir, you just see, someone will run his vehicle over this particular cop and soon he‘ll be a history ‘Muruges used to cuss. His face real serious and voice like a ghost. Sometimes he would enquire me about my salary I draw. I always kept it secret. Poor guy tried all tricks in bag, but always failed. ‘I will definitely get the information about your salary, Sir’ he’d owe. I chuckled.

For some days I used to get into company bus on time. Life with networks man. You will forget yourself. Configurations, system balancing and protocols ooffff. Muruges was forgotten. Sometimes I kept searching for his cab on roads while I was traveling on bus.
But alas, not a sight. It was few months altogether.


It was a Saturday and was raining; I just had shopped and was waiting for any damn vehicle to move me to my place. Couple of dresses and an umbrella, with a good bargain were in my bag. And lo a familiar cab stopped near by . It was my good old friend Muruges .I thanked him for noticing me. I smelled something bad with him. No usual smile, no usual talkative gesture. I never saw him like that. He was in bad shape.
‘What happened Tambi..?’ I enquired. (Tambi means brother in Tamil I would address Muruges sometimes, he felt happy he said) .He was weak. Face was pale and really was not the same Muruges I met months ago. ‘Why god is cruel with me Sir? ‘ he demanded as if I was god. ‘I lost my dad when I was kid and wanted to study and become someday employee of a big company like you. I could not.’ I had no answer.
‘I had to take up responsibilities of feeding my family, three sisters and two younger brothers. I never complained with god. I loved them and they loved me and I was happy ‘

I still had no idea what he was about to tell. I kept calm. I observed he was too emotional and could not be controllable. He continued ‘Sir, you remember Pramila?’ ya sort of, yes I remembered. Pramila was his lady love. Somewhere in Bangalore she worked for petty shop. He had mentioned many a time. I used to see a spark in his eyes and gradual change in his voice whenever he spoke about Pramila. He never used to skip his duties for Rajini Movies but yes, he had skipped few days of work for his soul mate, Pramila. ‘Yes I remember her tambi ‘I said, ‘what happened to her?’

He cried. I said him to park the car nearby. I was getting late, but not a problem. Besides Muruges needed me. Darted at a juice shop ordered for couple of water melon juices. Muruges still was inconsolable. Eyes had become puffy. Drank the juice slowly, and was ok after couple of gulps. ‘She is getting married this month end ‘he admitted. ‘Geez, Love failure uh? ‘ I said to myself. He continued ‘ she doesn’t call me now a days, when I called her she refused my love ..Sir , it was really unfair with me. I loved her so much ..and now She is getting married .. ‘ He sighed, took a deep breath and continued ‘ problem is not with she getting married sir, she refused my love for her , that I could not digest… I love her … now how shall I forget her? ‘

It was a tough question. Real damn uncrackable mystery. I had no answer.I could not even come up with a positive note for the poor chap. I myself have troubled days finding the answer. The puzzle, a zigzag puzzle of arranging broken split heart…!!! Tough one.
Rain had stopped.

It was long time I met him since then. My life was moving on with same stupid devices and configurations. I earned bread and butter. Life was cool with me. Again one day I missed company bus.

Muruges, was in driving seat. But this time different. Same cheerful smile. And same talkative gesture. ‘Sir, I am returning to Salem forever.. I got a good job there .’ I was not in terms to accept that. But he was happy. ‘What about Pramila ?’ I enquired . ‘She is happy with her husband; I saw them near forum last time, Sir. I am too thinking of getting married..Sir ‘He was confident. Stern eyes with crystal clear voice. That was the time, first time ever I reached so soon. No traffic jams, no signals and no street fights. ‘ I will not be meeting you again I guess Sir, it was nice meeting you sir, you are a gem of person , spoke with a person like me too.. You are really warm………..

I was in my own thoughts. ‘What should I say ? should I stop him to stay in Bangalore ? or congratulate him for forgetting Pramila and moving on with life ? ‘ I was confused and was paying the fare . Muruges refused the fare and enquired about my salary for the last time. :)

I refused to disclose it. And told him next time he meets I’d tell him. He smiled ‘ Sir, If I am blessed with a son or daughter I would really make them as you , a Software Engineer’ His teeth were visible, most of them. He waved his hand and disappeared from my sight to the place unknown as I Stood there with 10 bucks in my hand…………….


I was standing there stupefied..!! He forgot ‘her’ and moving on with his life..!! What a Climax.. probably I should have disclosed about my salary .. to mess with his climax..!;)

Life with Username and Password..

Username : vazudew
Password : **************



Yup..! I just logged in…

You know, the world has shifted from “open-ness” to private space. Everything comes with a username and password. No wonder one day you can see newborn too having her own username and password..!!

I am done with these everyday credentials. I am almost falling short of passwords. No I can not use the same password for all accounts coz it constrains my creativity. And having only one password also makes me scared to think what if the so called hacker gets to unlock one of my account and follows same password for unlocking all my accounts ? J . I remember in my kid hood days I used to win those “Memorizing games” but now I doubt myself..!! :)

Besides how to manage usernames? What about having an algorithm for generating a username and password duads? What if we forget the algorithm itself? Recently I came across a funny situation :) A gentleman had come to one of nationalized, reputed bank. He had problem with his password for internet banking. He demanded for the password and really got pissed off knowing the fee for freezing his account and getting a fresh password. So this man started re-collecting the algorithm to retrieve the password (He must be software professional as he had an algorithm for password and also he dint want to pay the bank fee ...!). He got his pen and paper to start with to find the password. It reminded me of Sherlock Holmes stories. It was like a kid without caring for its well being, resolved to crack the puzzle. He started off with the bank’s name, account number, his wife’s and gal friend’s maiden name, some constant number he used for banking purposes. Oh man..!! It was a function of so many parameters.. Will he succeed?

Nope.. Poor guy ended up having password for his ATM account. No, he still tried (I guess he must be from Testing team) and also included some more missing parameters and No, he still could not. At last he paid the bank fee and left the place immediately getting fresh password. I got impressed with him for his stubbornness to save couple of hundreds, the meticulous brain behind solving algorithm. Later on I was told that, he had forgotten his passwords many times as his algorithm was not stabilized and has spent lots of money retrieving the password. Pity on him..!


It also reminds of Joey of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. fame who always used to write his ATM password on ATM box itself?? Are there any alternate solutions? Gals really get impressed with dudes with many gadgets and cards .I pity those guys for the amount of username password they have to maintain for the security


Yup I do agree, everyone needs private space and it should not be invaded by intruders. Credentials are of great importance for doing so. May it be for ATM card, E –mail account or even for personal desktops as all these involves with a person’s privacy.
Security is a big issue. Lots of work is going on in this field .People are coming up with concepts like cryptology and coding. But isn’t that just too much for common beings to digest?

Imagine this…

You are in a public place and you want to attend nature’s call very urgently..
You enter a public toilet and the door is demanding some crap 7 digit password
Which obviously you can not guess then..!!!

What you will do ??
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The public place referred above IS NOT IN INDIA..!!! J

SARDARS

Sardars..!! Let me tell You, I fantasize watching them. The turban, face with beard and moustache, the metallic bracelet, the machismo and the “happy-go-lucky” kinda personality…!! I just love ‘em.

No I had never met them in person earlier; remote part of southern India can never expect them too. All I had imagined about them was from movies or media and of course joke books which all showed them as silly fools with brain no better than dogs..!!

Do u guys remember the movie “Border “? Featuring sunny deol, who played a patriot sardar. It was also memorable for it was released on 50 th anniversary of Indian independence. I also remember there was a tragedy in Delhi, one of the theatres caught fire and people were suffocating to death and there was commotion all over. And there was this sardar Capt Manjinder Singh Bhinder, who rescued 150 people and doing so he perished along with his son and wife..!! Such a heroic act..!! Only A SARDAR CAN…!!!

I do agree for years together they were made butt of all the nasty jokes. T.v., radio channels and SMSes with sardar jokes pocketed loads of money, and still continuing. Come on folks..Are they that silly?Aren’t we seeing IPS officers and the army personnel with turbans? IIT ians, IASian all u can see are the turban singhs.SINGH IS THE KING.!

Sardars treat you as their family. You can have all sorts of fun.. They are perfect example for maintaining relations. You mess with them and you are not sorry for it .? Boss you will be surely in trouble as you deserve it. I had couple of sardar friends who hug every time we meet. Every Sundays at gurudwara chanting prayers.. Oh man they are too much of devotional. They will be too much committed to what ever they do. Oh man I love ‘em for that…


Next time you meet sardars, appreciate their way of wearing turban though its heavy and sounds burden. Thank them, for someone in their family has served our country’s defense or has contributed towards agriculture. Observe them while they pray, their head bowing , lips chanting , ensuring their faith towards almighty …!! Probably you too fall in love with them..!!

JO BOLE SO NIHAAL…. SAT SREE AKAAL..!!!