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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Sunday, June 05, 2005
a race to win
It was a sports stadium. Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in the running event.
* Ready! * Steady! * Bang!!!
With the sound of Toy pistol, all eight girls started running. Hardly Have they covered ten to fifteen steps, one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down, due to bruises and pain she started crying. When other seven girls heard this sound, stopped running, stood for a while and turned back, they all ran back to the place where the girl fell down.
One among them bent, picked and kissed the girl gently and enquired 'Now pain must have reduced'.
All seven girls lifted the fallen girl, pacified her, two of them held The girl firmly and they all seven joined hands together and walked Together and reached the winning post. Officials were shocked. Clapping of thousands of spectators filled the stadium. Many eyes were filled with tears and perhaps it had reached the GOD even!
YES. This happened in Hyderabad, recently !
The sport was conducted by! National Institute of Mental Health. All These special girls had come to participate in this event. They are spastic
children. Yes, they were mentally retarded. What did they teach this world?
Teamwork? Humanity? Equality among all? . . . . . . . . ????
Successful people help others who are slow in learning so that they are Not left far behind, they stay connected.
SUCCESS IS NOT DEFINED BY OBTAINING EVERYTHING YOU WANT, BUT BY APPRECIATING EVERYTHING YOU HAVE.
* Ready! * Steady! * Bang!!!
With the sound of Toy pistol, all eight girls started running. Hardly Have they covered ten to fifteen steps, one of the smaller girls slipped and fell down, due to bruises and pain she started crying. When other seven girls heard this sound, stopped running, stood for a while and turned back, they all ran back to the place where the girl fell down.
One among them bent, picked and kissed the girl gently and enquired 'Now pain must have reduced'.
All seven girls lifted the fallen girl, pacified her, two of them held The girl firmly and they all seven joined hands together and walked Together and reached the winning post. Officials were shocked. Clapping of thousands of spectators filled the stadium. Many eyes were filled with tears and perhaps it had reached the GOD even!
YES. This happened in Hyderabad, recently !
The sport was conducted by! National Institute of Mental Health. All These special girls had come to participate in this event. They are spastic
children. Yes, they were mentally retarded. What did they teach this world?
Teamwork? Humanity? Equality among all? . . . . . . . . ????
Successful people help others who are slow in learning so that they are Not left far behind, they stay connected.
SUCCESS IS NOT DEFINED BY OBTAINING EVERYTHING YOU WANT, BUT BY APPRECIATING EVERYTHING YOU HAVE.
an answer to remember
A PERFECT ANSWER
A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car
when he spotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing
off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a
look at his car. The mechanic shouted across the garage," Hello
Doctor! Please come over here for a minute." The famous surgeon, a bit
surprised, walked over to the mechanic. The mechanic straightened up,
wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So doctor, look
at this. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new
parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. So how come you
get the big money, when you and me is doing basically the same work? "
The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic ..... What did he
say ???
Guess .....
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He said : "Try to do it when the engine is running".
A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car
when he spotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing
off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a
look at his car. The mechanic shouted across the garage," Hello
Doctor! Please come over here for a minute." The famous surgeon, a bit
surprised, walked over to the mechanic. The mechanic straightened up,
wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So doctor, look
at this. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new
parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. So how come you
get the big money, when you and me is doing basically the same work? "
The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic ..... What did he
say ???
Guess .....
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He said : "Try to do it when the engine is running".
unconditional love!
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming
home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his
parents from San Francisco.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to
ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
"There's something you should know the son continued,
"he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped
on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has
nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with
us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him
find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're
asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a
terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live,
and we can't let something like this interfere with
our lives. I think you should just come home and
forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his
own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents
heard nothing more from him. A few days later,
however, they received a call from the San Francisco
police. Their son had died after falling from a
building, they were told. The police believed it was
suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San
Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to
identify the body of their son. They recognized him,
but to their horror they also discovered something
they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one
leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find
it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to
have around, but we don't like people who
inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We
would rather stay away from people who aren't as
healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully,
there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone
who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes
us into the forever family, regardless of how messed
up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night,
say a little prayer that God will give you the
strength you need to accept people as they are, and to
help us all be more understanding of those who are
different from us!!! There's a miracle called
Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how
it happens Or when it gets started But you know the
special lift It always brings And you realize that
Friendship Is God's most precious gift! Friends are a
very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and
encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share
a word of praise, and they always want to open their
hearts to us.
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming
home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his
parents from San Francisco.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to
ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
"There's something you should know the son continued,
"he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped
on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has
nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with
us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him
find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're
asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a
terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live,
and we can't let something like this interfere with
our lives. I think you should just come home and
forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his
own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents
heard nothing more from him. A few days later,
however, they received a call from the San Francisco
police. Their son had died after falling from a
building, they were told. The police believed it was
suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San
Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to
identify the body of their son. They recognized him,
but to their horror they also discovered something
they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one
leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find
it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to
have around, but we don't like people who
inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We
would rather stay away from people who aren't as
healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully,
there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone
who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes
us into the forever family, regardless of how messed
up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night,
say a little prayer that God will give you the
strength you need to accept people as they are, and to
help us all be more understanding of those who are
different from us!!! There's a miracle called
Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how
it happens Or when it gets started But you know the
special lift It always brings And you realize that
Friendship Is God's most precious gift! Friends are a
very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and
encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share
a word of praise, and they always want to open their
hearts to us.
who saved love?
Once upon a time there was an island, where all the emotions lived. Happiness, Sorrow, Envy….and all the others including Love.
One day it was announced to all the emotions that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. As soon as the emotions were informed, they at once prepared there boats to leave the island. Love was the only one who stayed. She wanted to preserve the island’s paradise until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost under water, Love had no other alternative & so decided that it was time to leave. She began looking for someone who might help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked “can I come with you on your boat?” Richness answered “I am sorry but there is a lot of gold & silver on my boat& there would be no room for you anywhere.”
Then Love asked Vanity who was passing by in a beautiful vessel. Love cried “Vanity help me please”. Vanity replied “I’m sorry but you are wet & will damage my beautiful boat”.
Next Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said “Sadness please let me come with you”. Sadness answered “Love I’m sorry but I just need to be alone now”.
Then Love saw Happiness & she cried out “Happiness please take me with you”. But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn’t hear Love calling him.
Love began to cry. The she heard a voice say, “come Love I’ll take you with me.” He was an elder. Love felt so blessed & overjoyed that she forgot to ask who he was. When they arrived on land & the elder went on his way Love realized how much she owed the elder.
Love then came across Knowledge & asked “do you know who it was that helped me?”. “It was Time” , Knowledge replied. “But why did Time help me when no one else would?”, Love asked. Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom & sincerely answered “because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is”.
One day it was announced to all the emotions that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. As soon as the emotions were informed, they at once prepared there boats to leave the island. Love was the only one who stayed. She wanted to preserve the island’s paradise until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost under water, Love had no other alternative & so decided that it was time to leave. She began looking for someone who might help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked “can I come with you on your boat?” Richness answered “I am sorry but there is a lot of gold & silver on my boat& there would be no room for you anywhere.”
Then Love asked Vanity who was passing by in a beautiful vessel. Love cried “Vanity help me please”. Vanity replied “I’m sorry but you are wet & will damage my beautiful boat”.
Next Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said “Sadness please let me come with you”. Sadness answered “Love I’m sorry but I just need to be alone now”.
Then Love saw Happiness & she cried out “Happiness please take me with you”. But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn’t hear Love calling him.
Love began to cry. The she heard a voice say, “come Love I’ll take you with me.” He was an elder. Love felt so blessed & overjoyed that she forgot to ask who he was. When they arrived on land & the elder went on his way Love realized how much she owed the elder.
Love then came across Knowledge & asked “do you know who it was that helped me?”. “It was Time” , Knowledge replied. “But why did Time help me when no one else would?”, Love asked. Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom & sincerely answered “because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is”.
men Vs women Touche`!
Hi Friends,
I visited a blog today. Saw this so just read it. good ones. Really
nice.
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A Store That Sells Husbands
A store that sells husbands has just opened in Dallas, TX where a
woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is
comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as
the shopper ascends the flights.
There is however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may
choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go
back down except to exit the building. So a woman goes to the shopping
center to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
FLOOR 1 - These men have jobs.
The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better
than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?" So up she goes.
The second floor sign reads:
FLOOR 2 - These men have jobs and love, kids.
The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's
further up?" And up she goes again.
The third floor sign reads:
FLOOR 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good
looking. "Hmmm, better" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?"
The fourth floor sign reads:
FLOOR 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking
and help with the housework.
Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more
further up!" And again she heads up another flight.
The fifth floor sign reads:
FLOOR 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking,
help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.
Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?"
So up to the sixth floor she goes.
The sixth floor sign reads:
FLOOR 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no
men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are
impossible to please. Thank you for shopping Husband Mart and have a
nice day!
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Woman Power
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her
girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy
middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not
take her eyes off him.
The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked
directly toward her. (As all men will.) Before she could offer her
apologies for so rudely staring, he leaned over and whispered to her,
"I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no
matter how kinky, for $20.00, on one condition." (There are always
conditions.)
Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was.
The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just
three words." (Controlling, huh?) The woman considered his proposition
for a moment, then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she
pressed into the man's hand along with her address.
She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said,...
"Clean my house."
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I visited a blog today. Saw this so just read it. good ones. Really
nice.
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A Store That Sells Husbands
A store that sells husbands has just opened in Dallas, TX where a
woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is
comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as
the shopper ascends the flights.
There is however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may
choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go
back down except to exit the building. So a woman goes to the shopping
center to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
FLOOR 1 - These men have jobs.
The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better
than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?" So up she goes.
The second floor sign reads:
FLOOR 2 - These men have jobs and love, kids.
The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's
further up?" And up she goes again.
The third floor sign reads:
FLOOR 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good
looking. "Hmmm, better" she says. "But I wonder what's upstairs?"
The fourth floor sign reads:
FLOOR 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking
and help with the housework.
Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more
further up!" And again she heads up another flight.
The fifth floor sign reads:
FLOOR 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking,
help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.
Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?"
So up to the sixth floor she goes.
The sixth floor sign reads:
FLOOR 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no
men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are
impossible to please. Thank you for shopping Husband Mart and have a
nice day!
---------------------------------------------------------
Woman Power
A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her
girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy
middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not
take her eyes off him.
The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked
directly toward her. (As all men will.) Before she could offer her
apologies for so rudely staring, he leaned over and whispered to her,
"I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no
matter how kinky, for $20.00, on one condition." (There are always
conditions.)
Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was.
The man replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just
three words." (Controlling, huh?) The woman considered his proposition
for a moment, then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she
pressed into the man's hand along with her address.
She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and meaningfully said,...
"Clean my house."
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Thursday, June 02, 2005
from the hr trainee's desk (a lil more personal)
5 /31 / 05 10:21 A.M.
Good morning! A new day, a new sun, I’m waiting for you, here I am. That was a good start to a journal entry for a new office day. But I haven’t had such a good beginning to my day. I am still stuck with the awful PC without any net connection. Otherwise this would have been a live post. Anyway, at least I am venting my frustration. There is a power cut which means the PC and the AC are running but the lights are not working, which is rather sad.
I got this nice news, the floor I am on consists of the HR and PR division both of which I really like, but the news is that my company is getting covered on NDTV and other news channels, which is good because I was feeling rather unsatisfied with the coverage the company has which is a little less than I would like for a company I am associated with.
So ultimately things are working. I just helped a senior manager turn of his HUTCH ALIVE messages and well I hope he remembers. Well yesterday I had done something similar, I had reminded one of the junior guys the name of an Arnold Swazennegar movie, which had jungle in it, The Predator of course.
5 /31/ 05 11:52 A.M
Well, weird PC’s I must confess, whichever floppy I open the damn thing shows me something else. Weird! Why have such malfunctioning drives? A company like this does not have a maintenance department to take care of it. I just hope the stuff I copied is there in the goddamn floppies. I swear to god I have already deleted them from source and if they don’t open I am in a big mess. And this stupid PC is not on the shared network and hence I can’t work it is so difficult.
Yesterday it was time for another confession, by my ex now, he has a gf, they have had a fight, and I am to be the arbitrator, my foot! They can both go to hell! As far as I am concerned I don’t care about what happens to their stupid relation. Apparently he has taken it into his head that I am his friend. Of course that would solve all the problems. So like man! Oh! I do so hate them really.
There has been another god send opportunity, my CD Café but had left the CD of Bunty aur Babli at my place last night, although my ex bf’s miserable state prevented me from enjoying the charms of Mr. Abhishek but that is ok I felt rather bad about Mr. D but then today morn the CD Café boy turned up and I returned him the CD without so much as fluttering an eyelid, perhaps because I felt the decision being taken out of my hand by god after all I felt rather confused as what to do.
The other good thing I did was ring up Mr. D he sounded a lil off but we spoke. That is important. I can’t help thinking I should not have messed things up especially since this time he is here in town for 2 months. I wish I did not get so upset.
All this in such shortness because I just wanted to get things I want to talk about today out of the way right at the beginning, the details and more realizations will come in the later additions. Also I have a bad memory, my RAM as they say, is not very large and very volatile, if I may add.
5 /30 /05 12:31 P.M.
I just realized that most of our MBA (eve) friends use simply the word MBA in their CV’s and mention name of the institute. I just do not get it shouldn’t that make a difference in their valuation. May be I am wrong. I wonder what most of our class thinks about this. MBA (d) is the flagship course of our institute, shouldn’t there be a difference. Worse they are studying the same course as we are, answering the same paper as we are so well what is then the difference between them and us, they have work ex which is sufficiently larger than us, and we are fresh MBA graduates. I guess that should be ok. I just don’t get it, that’s all. May be I am thinking too much.
06/ 01/ 05 13:52 P.M
I can’t believe it, he left! Oh! God I feel sick, so sick, I can’t imagine. I feel so horribly sick. I cannot go on I just can’t think anymore. D has gone to Delhi, why didn’t he inform me? I can’t go on. Oh! God, what am I writing? I can’t comprehend my own thoughts. Ha has left.
Such thoughts are making me sick, I just want tot go home.
06/ 02/ 05 15:29 P.M
just finished re typing the last day’s words, anyway, hope there will be something more soon.
Good morning! A new day, a new sun, I’m waiting for you, here I am. That was a good start to a journal entry for a new office day. But I haven’t had such a good beginning to my day. I am still stuck with the awful PC without any net connection. Otherwise this would have been a live post. Anyway, at least I am venting my frustration. There is a power cut which means the PC and the AC are running but the lights are not working, which is rather sad.
I got this nice news, the floor I am on consists of the HR and PR division both of which I really like, but the news is that my company is getting covered on NDTV and other news channels, which is good because I was feeling rather unsatisfied with the coverage the company has which is a little less than I would like for a company I am associated with.
So ultimately things are working. I just helped a senior manager turn of his HUTCH ALIVE messages and well I hope he remembers. Well yesterday I had done something similar, I had reminded one of the junior guys the name of an Arnold Swazennegar movie, which had jungle in it, The Predator of course.
5 /31/ 05 11:52 A.M
Well, weird PC’s I must confess, whichever floppy I open the damn thing shows me something else. Weird! Why have such malfunctioning drives? A company like this does not have a maintenance department to take care of it. I just hope the stuff I copied is there in the goddamn floppies. I swear to god I have already deleted them from source and if they don’t open I am in a big mess. And this stupid PC is not on the shared network and hence I can’t work it is so difficult.
Yesterday it was time for another confession, by my ex now, he has a gf, they have had a fight, and I am to be the arbitrator, my foot! They can both go to hell! As far as I am concerned I don’t care about what happens to their stupid relation. Apparently he has taken it into his head that I am his friend. Of course that would solve all the problems. So like man! Oh! I do so hate them really.
There has been another god send opportunity, my CD Café but had left the CD of Bunty aur Babli at my place last night, although my ex bf’s miserable state prevented me from enjoying the charms of Mr. Abhishek but that is ok I felt rather bad about Mr. D but then today morn the CD Café boy turned up and I returned him the CD without so much as fluttering an eyelid, perhaps because I felt the decision being taken out of my hand by god after all I felt rather confused as what to do.
The other good thing I did was ring up Mr. D he sounded a lil off but we spoke. That is important. I can’t help thinking I should not have messed things up especially since this time he is here in town for 2 months. I wish I did not get so upset.
All this in such shortness because I just wanted to get things I want to talk about today out of the way right at the beginning, the details and more realizations will come in the later additions. Also I have a bad memory, my RAM as they say, is not very large and very volatile, if I may add.
5 /30 /05 12:31 P.M.
I just realized that most of our MBA (eve) friends use simply the word MBA in their CV’s and mention name of the institute. I just do not get it shouldn’t that make a difference in their valuation. May be I am wrong. I wonder what most of our class thinks about this. MBA (d) is the flagship course of our institute, shouldn’t there be a difference. Worse they are studying the same course as we are, answering the same paper as we are so well what is then the difference between them and us, they have work ex which is sufficiently larger than us, and we are fresh MBA graduates. I guess that should be ok. I just don’t get it, that’s all. May be I am thinking too much.
06/ 01/ 05 13:52 P.M
I can’t believe it, he left! Oh! God I feel sick, so sick, I can’t imagine. I feel so horribly sick. I cannot go on I just can’t think anymore. D has gone to Delhi, why didn’t he inform me? I can’t go on. Oh! God, what am I writing? I can’t comprehend my own thoughts. Ha has left.
Such thoughts are making me sick, I just want tot go home.
06/ 02/ 05 15:29 P.M
just finished re typing the last day’s words, anyway, hope there will be something more soon.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
the gap
the post on
FROM HR TRAINEE'S DESK will continue on a daily basis. there hs been a gap in the posts as a result of technical problems.
thank you
FROM HR TRAINEE'S DESK will continue on a daily basis. there hs been a gap in the posts as a result of technical problems.
thank you
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
a lot of it together
5/30/2005 2:19 PM
I had my lunch, guess I felt hungry after such a heavy discussion. I am through 4 hours of nothingness and now for 4 more and then I am free for the day. Aghhh! I cannot imagine, I do not even want to imagine what my plight will be when I actually get a job will I be only spending my time trying to look busy and serious? I have a fear lurking in my mind that I will not like working at all, which is a sad realization to have at this juncture of my life. What can I say, I am indecisive, what did you expect?
5/30/2005 3:35 PM
Just had a talk with a friend who is working on a market survey, not your usual stuff but it is more of a survey of the distribution channel that the electrical lighting company uses.
Although I am cribbing about nothing much to do, I do realize that if asked to do any of what these people are doing I would probably die in a day. Or worse in a couple of hours.
Let us hope we have some luck with in our final placement. After all now that he tells me that a pre placement offer may result in a lot of confusion. I wonder what our plight really will be?
5/30/2005 4:21 PM
So back again, managed to get on the net for a while but that was obviously not enough, I learn that all my attempts at sending the required stuff to the mail box has failed. Although I do not think any of the stuffs that I want to copy is that important. But there is that sense of disappointment, I guess by tomorrow things should be better. I hope that I can get a go ahead with the questionnaire, may be I ought to start on my own now that I have a floppy drive at my disposal. But then this stupid PC does not have WinZip, which makes it difficult to open the files required.
I was thinking of something a little personal just now, how selfish can people be? I mean I make all the effort in the world, if not actively but at least mentally to cheer someone up on his birthday but all I get in return is a message, “my birthday will be celebrated here with my family. My dad says so. I love my birthday.” I hate men. I know this comes as a sudden outburst but honestly, as much as I try and be nice to these people they always bug me.
I have met two new of the same species and hopefully not the same category. One has the amazing voice of Sachin Tendulkar, if you get the hint I make. His name is Riju, quite a kiddish name if I may say. The other is a Siddharth, which is decent but speaks too loudly and makes too much noise. I do not dislike them, they do provide quite a bit of entertainment. It is just too bad that I cannot interact with people here. I mean it is so boring, I do realize what a waste it is to say that HR is all about communicating with people, there are loads and loads of people but where is the communication? I spent the entire day in office getting bored, I wonder if I would even survive the bouts of boredom.
And so I go on writing things that have no meaning but at least my brain is still working, sometimes I wonder whether I will ever be able to work in an office with no real interaction, stimulation of the mind??
Well may be Ish is right! Who knows, may be we are forever doomed to be stuck where we are and continue living this morbidly boring life and never get out of this loop of wish and dream and then find someone else living the life you know you deserve to live. It further irks me to see that these people have the lives of our dreams through no extra effort of their own. One thinks, if there was the slightest bit of effort noticeable in their achievements then may be we could have reasoned that our lack of effort has led to the loss of the opportunity that we so covet.
Right now I am using a touch screen keyboard to write this. I feel it is a rather time consuming affair I like manual typing better.
5/30/2005 5:03 PM
Referring to Twelfth Night by Shakespeare, Vikram Seth’s character Late decides to substitute the word ‘happiness’ for the word ‘greatness’ in the speech to come up with a question.
What one could do to be born happy, to achieve happiness, or to have it thrust on one?
Quite an interesting question if I may say so myself. Something I would personally ask. After all it is my eternal quest to find happiness, and ask the question ‘why’ every time I feel that I have feel cheated by fate or destiny.
I had my lunch, guess I felt hungry after such a heavy discussion. I am through 4 hours of nothingness and now for 4 more and then I am free for the day. Aghhh! I cannot imagine, I do not even want to imagine what my plight will be when I actually get a job will I be only spending my time trying to look busy and serious? I have a fear lurking in my mind that I will not like working at all, which is a sad realization to have at this juncture of my life. What can I say, I am indecisive, what did you expect?
5/30/2005 3:35 PM
Just had a talk with a friend who is working on a market survey, not your usual stuff but it is more of a survey of the distribution channel that the electrical lighting company uses.
Although I am cribbing about nothing much to do, I do realize that if asked to do any of what these people are doing I would probably die in a day. Or worse in a couple of hours.
Let us hope we have some luck with in our final placement. After all now that he tells me that a pre placement offer may result in a lot of confusion. I wonder what our plight really will be?
5/30/2005 4:21 PM
So back again, managed to get on the net for a while but that was obviously not enough, I learn that all my attempts at sending the required stuff to the mail box has failed. Although I do not think any of the stuffs that I want to copy is that important. But there is that sense of disappointment, I guess by tomorrow things should be better. I hope that I can get a go ahead with the questionnaire, may be I ought to start on my own now that I have a floppy drive at my disposal. But then this stupid PC does not have WinZip, which makes it difficult to open the files required.
I was thinking of something a little personal just now, how selfish can people be? I mean I make all the effort in the world, if not actively but at least mentally to cheer someone up on his birthday but all I get in return is a message, “my birthday will be celebrated here with my family. My dad says so. I love my birthday.” I hate men. I know this comes as a sudden outburst but honestly, as much as I try and be nice to these people they always bug me.
I have met two new of the same species and hopefully not the same category. One has the amazing voice of Sachin Tendulkar, if you get the hint I make. His name is Riju, quite a kiddish name if I may say. The other is a Siddharth, which is decent but speaks too loudly and makes too much noise. I do not dislike them, they do provide quite a bit of entertainment. It is just too bad that I cannot interact with people here. I mean it is so boring, I do realize what a waste it is to say that HR is all about communicating with people, there are loads and loads of people but where is the communication? I spent the entire day in office getting bored, I wonder if I would even survive the bouts of boredom.
And so I go on writing things that have no meaning but at least my brain is still working, sometimes I wonder whether I will ever be able to work in an office with no real interaction, stimulation of the mind??
Well may be Ish is right! Who knows, may be we are forever doomed to be stuck where we are and continue living this morbidly boring life and never get out of this loop of wish and dream and then find someone else living the life you know you deserve to live. It further irks me to see that these people have the lives of our dreams through no extra effort of their own. One thinks, if there was the slightest bit of effort noticeable in their achievements then may be we could have reasoned that our lack of effort has led to the loss of the opportunity that we so covet.
Right now I am using a touch screen keyboard to write this. I feel it is a rather time consuming affair I like manual typing better.
5/30/2005 5:03 PM
Referring to Twelfth Night by Shakespeare, Vikram Seth’s character Late decides to substitute the word ‘happiness’ for the word ‘greatness’ in the speech to come up with a question.
What one could do to be born happy, to achieve happiness, or to have it thrust on one?
Quite an interesting question if I may say so myself. Something I would personally ask. After all it is my eternal quest to find happiness, and ask the question ‘why’ every time I feel that I have feel cheated by fate or destiny.
5/30/2005 1:33 PM
You will not believe what kind of politics people play even as coordinator’s of a simple placement committee in an MBA institute. It surprises me why people even get into such complexities. The problem I feel lies with innate human belief that there is but scarcity of everything, whether opportunities, or for that matter jobs (which perhaps is true) and therefore, someone else getting something means me losing out on something.
It is somewhat like what the belief was among workers in the days of Peter Drucker. They believed that if they worked more on a day there would be less amount of work left for them to do eventually. Such a thought process arising out of the belief that there was finite amount of work and more work finished today meant that less was left to do tomorrow.
That is probably what we are all taught to believe. Heck every book on economics seems to start with this notion of ‘scarcity’. So, we believe that there is no room for sharing, forget sharing, the basic thought is we must grab as much as possible, not just that, we must also make sure that others cannot have anything, worse do not get away with anything. It is a hoarding tendency that manifests itself in every sphere of life.
Even if we do not require a whole lot of anything, we still hoard it just in case in some future time we might feel the need for some more. It is our blind belief that if we let anybody else enjoy a bit of that there is the dark possibility that there will be less left for us when we eventually someday feel the need for it.
Worse even although there is no remote possibility that we may be interested in something, whether be it a job or anything else we must make a grab, or at least put in some impediment in the way of those who may require or may not even require that object. I wonder at times where so we get such a mentality??!!
It is somewhat like what the belief was among workers in the days of Peter Drucker. They believed that if they worked more on a day there would be less amount of work left for them to do eventually. Such a thought process arising out of the belief that there was finite amount of work and more work finished today meant that less was left to do tomorrow.
That is probably what we are all taught to believe. Heck every book on economics seems to start with this notion of ‘scarcity’. So, we believe that there is no room for sharing, forget sharing, the basic thought is we must grab as much as possible, not just that, we must also make sure that others cannot have anything, worse do not get away with anything. It is a hoarding tendency that manifests itself in every sphere of life.
Even if we do not require a whole lot of anything, we still hoard it just in case in some future time we might feel the need for some more. It is our blind belief that if we let anybody else enjoy a bit of that there is the dark possibility that there will be less left for us when we eventually someday feel the need for it.
Worse even although there is no remote possibility that we may be interested in something, whether be it a job or anything else we must make a grab, or at least put in some impediment in the way of those who may require or may not even require that object. I wonder at times where so we get such a mentality??!!
5/30/2005 1:19 PM
Well I have left the last thought incomplete, so like me actually to get bored of something and then start doing something completely different. I am wondering, if I have actually ever completed anything in my entire life. Well not that my entire life spans a whole lot of time, but well it does span 21 years and counting. I have started so many little creative projects definitely of the literary kind, but left them unfinished. But the problem is that this never seems to bother me much. I wish I could in some way take it upon myself to keep a track of all my realizations and actually follow them to some end, viable and activity- oriented end, if I may add.
Now that I am at this office, all I do is sit around and surf net and now today I have nothing to do, the report that I prepared is lying around, I can’t even copy the damn files that I need from the network so that I may at least start work on the questionnaire. Why am I even bothering to come to office I wonder, they can’t even give me a net access? I do not even know whether tomorrow I will have a desk to sit. That is rather sad plight I may feel.
I cannot imagine if there is anything worse than this, but at least I am better off than the NIC finance people.
Now that I am at this office, all I do is sit around and surf net and now today I have nothing to do, the report that I prepared is lying around, I can’t even copy the damn files that I need from the network so that I may at least start work on the questionnaire. Why am I even bothering to come to office I wonder, they can’t even give me a net access? I do not even know whether tomorrow I will have a desk to sit. That is rather sad plight I may feel.
I cannot imagine if there is anything worse than this, but at least I am better off than the NIC finance people.
12:37 PM 5/30/2005
I am still at my desk and thoroughly bored. I am reading “A Suitable Boy” by Vikram Seth. My dream of becoming a writer seems clouded by grey clouds of doubt. It is no doubt a noble profession, yet I do not really seem to have any scope in it unless I have some degree of patience in everything I do. I am such an impatient person, that it is quite unlikely I will carry an idea of a short story, forget a novel through to it's end. I will no doubt feel bogged down by impatience at the idea taking time to develop on the black and white as in ink and paper, and probably just give it up halfway.
At times I wonder, what lies ahead? Yesterday I was speaking to Ish, she is one chick with beauty and brains, a combination that is becoming harder and harder to come by. If there be any scope of wish fulfillment, there is need to work for it. But there is hardly, any reason to believe or to hope that she, and I well both of us will ever get around the innate laziness that, unfortunately is part (very much an intrinsic!!) part of our personality.
So it seems highly unlikely that we will, both of us (but then I guess I should not include her fate with mine!) ever get anything we want. This conclusion started at a point where both of us had decided that fate plays it's own bitter games wherein, we never get what we have asked for of wished for. However the essential question that has plagued me is that, wanting something cannot be the be all and end all, to want something is not the only activity required, there must be something more to it. But what is that more, and how much is that more? Are we to then work towards achieving it? But if that were achievable then only can we hope to achieve anything. If on the other hand we know it in our mind's that it is something unachievable then will we not feel the need to ask for our wishes to be granted from some superhuman force who to us has more powers and therefore capable of giving us something that we cannot merely achieve ourselves.
At times I wonder, what lies ahead? Yesterday I was speaking to Ish, she is one chick with beauty and brains, a combination that is becoming harder and harder to come by. If there be any scope of wish fulfillment, there is need to work for it. But there is hardly, any reason to believe or to hope that she, and I well both of us will ever get around the innate laziness that, unfortunately is part (very much an intrinsic!!) part of our personality.
So it seems highly unlikely that we will, both of us (but then I guess I should not include her fate with mine!) ever get anything we want. This conclusion started at a point where both of us had decided that fate plays it's own bitter games wherein, we never get what we have asked for of wished for. However the essential question that has plagued me is that, wanting something cannot be the be all and end all, to want something is not the only activity required, there must be something more to it. But what is that more, and how much is that more? Are we to then work towards achieving it? But if that were achievable then only can we hope to achieve anything. If on the other hand we know it in our mind's that it is something unachievable then will we not feel the need to ask for our wishes to be granted from some superhuman force who to us has more powers and therefore capable of giving us something that we cannot merely achieve ourselves.
from the HR trainee's desk
10:53 AM 5/30/2005
It is really irritating, I swear, here I am sitting in this stupid place. It is jus so so stupid, I am not doing anything, nor can I access the net, why am I stuck here? It is so irritating, I guess I ought to have had the brains to attend office when I had access to the mail and taken days off now.
Shucks! Bad choice!
It is really irritating, I swear, here I am sitting in this stupid place. It is jus so so stupid, I am not doing anything, nor can I access the net, why am I stuck here? It is so irritating, I guess I ought to have had the brains to attend office when I had access to the mail and taken days off now.
Shucks! Bad choice!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
different!
although this blog is not supposed to be creative, but offlate i have been feeling rather down for having let my creativity sleep and well literally go into a coma. i wonder whether i sould start writing some decent stuffs atleast to get things going.
well, a friend of mine is visiting town yet he hasn't been very mch in touch with me, i wonder why, is it cause he has been trying to ignore me, sometimes such thoughts crowd my mind and yet i wonder again whether i am just thinking a little too much.
well that wasn't too creative, was it?
they say our sweetest songs are those that tell of our saddest thoughts.
so does this mean i amhappy?
wonder!!!
well, a friend of mine is visiting town yet he hasn't been very mch in touch with me, i wonder why, is it cause he has been trying to ignore me, sometimes such thoughts crowd my mind and yet i wonder again whether i am just thinking a little too much.
well that wasn't too creative, was it?
they say our sweetest songs are those that tell of our saddest thoughts.
so does this mean i amhappy?
wonder!!!
thank you
the last couple fo posts are from a friend raghu nandan who has a beauticul collection of writings.
thank you raghu for sharing so much with everyone.
thank you raghu for sharing so much with everyone.
Three Principles of Mental Health
An ancient Greek thinker gave us the three principles of mental health – know yourself, accept yourself, be yourself.
It does not help a bit to pretend that we are what we are not. But it helps a lot towards self-control, inner harmony, and mature character when we have the frankness and courage to accept ourselves just as we are.
If we learn to accept the people at home, at work, in society just as they are, with their faults and failings as with their faults and failings as with their good qualities, we have a secret of peace and harmony in our personal relationships.
It does not help a bit to pretend that we are what we are not. But it helps a lot towards self-control, inner harmony, and mature character when we have the frankness and courage to accept ourselves just as we are.
If we learn to accept the people at home, at work, in society just as they are, with their faults and failings as with their faults and failings as with their good qualities, we have a secret of peace and harmony in our personal relationships.
10 things we are never sorry for
There are ten things for which no one has ever been sorry:
for doing good to all;
for speaking evil of none;
for hearing before judging;
for thinking before speaking;
for holding an angry tongue;
for being kind to the distressed;
for asking pardon for all wrongs;
for being patient towards everyone;
for stopping the eras to a tale bearer; and
for disbelieving most of the ill reports.
for doing good to all;
for speaking evil of none;
for hearing before judging;
for thinking before speaking;
for holding an angry tongue;
for being kind to the distressed;
for asking pardon for all wrongs;
for being patient towards everyone;
for stopping the eras to a tale bearer; and
for disbelieving most of the ill reports.
Plato's Love and Marriage Problem
One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?" His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love." Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, having picked nothing. His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?"Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end.His teacher then said, "And that is love."On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can I Find it?" His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward without turning back, and chop down only one tree. If you find the tallest tree, then you have found marriage."Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was only an ordinary tree. His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?"Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience. I had walked through the field, but returned with empty hands. This time, I saw this tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it back. I did not want to miss the opportunity."His teacher then said, "And that is marriage. You see son Love is the most beautiful thing to happen to a person, its an opportunity but you don’t realise its worth when you have it but only when its gone like the field of stalks. Marriage like the tree you chopped is a compromise."
HI All,This is something really nice one. I enjoyedreading it, so do i expect u all to savour the same.Just read it, if u cant u will really miss it! something that i truly belive in, something i have always belived in and somewhere in the last one year out of some unseen fear i had chosen to forget this.may all of never have any regerets in oyur life.
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"A touching love story that 'll make u cry"10th Grade:-As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me.She was my so called 'best friend'.I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.But she didn't notice me like that,and I knew it.After class,she walked up to me and asked me forthe notes she had missed the day before.I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.11th grade:-The phone rang. On the other end,it was her. She was in tears,mumbling on and on about howher love had broke her heart.She asked me to come overbecause she didn't want to be alone, So I did.As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared athersoft eyes, wishing she was mine.After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of chips,she decided to go home.She looked at me, said 'thanks'and gave me a kisson the cheek..I want to tell her,I want her to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Senior year:-One fine day she walked to my locker."My date is sick" she said,"hes not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,we made a promise thatif neither of us had dates,we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.That night, after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Graduation:-A day passed, then a week, then a month.Before I could blink, it was graduation day.I watched as her perfect bodyfloated like an angelup on stage to get her diploma.I wanted her to be mine-butshe didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.Before everyone went home,she came to me in her smock and hat,and cried as I hugged her.Then she lifted her head from my shoulderand said- 'you're my best friend,thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Marriage:-Now I sit in the pews of the church.That girl is getting married now.and drive off to her new life,married to another man.I wanted her to be mine,but she didn't see me like that,and I knew it.But before she drove away,she came to me and said 'you came !'.She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Death:-Years passed, I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.At the service, they read a diary entryshe had wrote in her high school years.This is what it read:'I stare at him wishing he was mine,but he doesn't notice me like that,and I know it.I want to tell him,I want him to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love him but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.I wish he would tell me he loved me !.........'I wish I did too...'I thought to my self, and I cried.
so, guess you get what the message is, I dont have anything to tell anyone because mostof u guys know whatever it is, dont put burdens on urheart, take things lightly and say what is there in urheart, whatever it is. And if u face any problem u canalways get back to me for anykind of help (which ispossible with me)or someone says not help but assistance. So enjoy life first. Dont alwaysget bogged down with the caption 'I DONT HAVE TIME'.
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"A touching love story that 'll make u cry"10th Grade:-As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me.She was my so called 'best friend'.I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.But she didn't notice me like that,and I knew it.After class,she walked up to me and asked me forthe notes she had missed the day before.I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.11th grade:-The phone rang. On the other end,it was her. She was in tears,mumbling on and on about howher love had broke her heart.She asked me to come overbecause she didn't want to be alone, So I did.As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared athersoft eyes, wishing she was mine.After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of chips,she decided to go home.She looked at me, said 'thanks'and gave me a kisson the cheek..I want to tell her,I want her to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Senior year:-One fine day she walked to my locker."My date is sick" she said,"hes not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,we made a promise thatif neither of us had dates,we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.That night, after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Graduation:-A day passed, then a week, then a month.Before I could blink, it was graduation day.I watched as her perfect bodyfloated like an angelup on stage to get her diploma.I wanted her to be mine-butshe didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.Before everyone went home,she came to me in her smock and hat,and cried as I hugged her.Then she lifted her head from my shoulderand said- 'you're my best friend,thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Marriage:-Now I sit in the pews of the church.That girl is getting married now.and drive off to her new life,married to another man.I wanted her to be mine,but she didn't see me like that,and I knew it.But before she drove away,she came to me and said 'you came !'.She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Death:-Years passed, I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.At the service, they read a diary entryshe had wrote in her high school years.This is what it read:'I stare at him wishing he was mine,but he doesn't notice me like that,and I know it.I want to tell him,I want him to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love him but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.I wish he would tell me he loved me !.........'I wish I did too...'I thought to my self, and I cried.
so, guess you get what the message is, I dont have anything to tell anyone because mostof u guys know whatever it is, dont put burdens on urheart, take things lightly and say what is there in urheart, whatever it is. And if u face any problem u canalways get back to me for anykind of help (which ispossible with me)or someone says not help but assistance. So enjoy life first. Dont alwaysget bogged down with the caption 'I DONT HAVE TIME'.
bunty aur babli
latest from abjr
hope it's goin to rock the town.
here's a sneak peak into the film..
film releases.. 27th may 2005.
do catch it at a theatre near u and not on pirated cd's.
Starring: Abhishek Bachchan, Rani Mukherjee, Amitabh BachchanDirector: Shaad AliMusic: Shankar-Eshan-LoyProducer: Yashraj Films
Bunty and Babli are two avid dreamers. Two free souls born into caged small town realities. They grow weary of being two specks on the horizon. They desire the horizon itself. And so they pack their aspirations in worn out bags, whip a scarf of confidence around their proud necks and set forth. On a journey across the length and breadth of the country, spinning circles around the people they meet. Bunty wants to be amongst the richest in the world. He wants to be in jacuzzis. He wants to be in limousines. He wants to be a big blip on the radar of history. He wants to be big black typo in newspaper headlines.
Somewhere along their individual journeys, Rakesh and Vimmi meet, flogged by circumstance but unwilling to concede. In a moment of mistaken truth, "Bunty" and "Babli" are born. And the world gets turned on its head! We follow the duo through caper after caper, in which they meet rajahs, powerbrokers, shaadi bandwallahs, millionaires, investors, leaders, ministers, banjaras, elephants, explorers, hoteliers, chai boys and one very, very upset policeman! The world sits up and takes wide-eyed notice of this pair. Bunty is the Rakesh that Rakesh always dreamt of being, with a delicious twist. Babli is the Vimmi that Vimmi never thought she’d become, with another delicious twist. Together they are more than the sum of their parts.
Together they are spiritual gurus, bureaucrat and secretary, gangster and moll, business partners, hen pecked husband and pregnant wife, lawyer and sexually harassed client, vagabonds, caught-in-a-downpour lovers and lots, lots more. And they seem to be loving every minute of it.
Their escapades play out against backdrops as varied as the Taj Mahal, the banks of the Ganges, the saffrons of Benaras, the browns of Kanpur and Lucknow, the whites of Mussoorie, the tinkling bells of Rishikesh and Hardwar, the skies of Delhi and all across the vein like network of the Great Indian railways and highways.
Every mundane reality in every dusty corner of India is flushed out of its slumber by a splash of "Bunty aur Babli" excitement in this, the tale of two dreamers that blaze the sky like comets. But do not die. Like all good comets they promise to reappear again. And they do. And how they do all of that is, seriously, the stuff legends are made of.
Dashrath Singh (Amitabh Bachchan) is the Deputy Commissioner of Police, Crime Branch. Currently he has exactly four passions bidis, channa, Bunty and Babli. But getting hands on Bunty and Babli proves to be the biggest challenge of his 30-year old career.
hope it's goin to rock the town.
here's a sneak peak into the film..
film releases.. 27th may 2005.
do catch it at a theatre near u and not on pirated cd's.
Starring: Abhishek Bachchan, Rani Mukherjee, Amitabh BachchanDirector: Shaad AliMusic: Shankar-Eshan-LoyProducer: Yashraj Films
Bunty and Babli are two avid dreamers. Two free souls born into caged small town realities. They grow weary of being two specks on the horizon. They desire the horizon itself. And so they pack their aspirations in worn out bags, whip a scarf of confidence around their proud necks and set forth. On a journey across the length and breadth of the country, spinning circles around the people they meet. Bunty wants to be amongst the richest in the world. He wants to be in jacuzzis. He wants to be in limousines. He wants to be a big blip on the radar of history. He wants to be big black typo in newspaper headlines.
Somewhere along their individual journeys, Rakesh and Vimmi meet, flogged by circumstance but unwilling to concede. In a moment of mistaken truth, "Bunty" and "Babli" are born. And the world gets turned on its head! We follow the duo through caper after caper, in which they meet rajahs, powerbrokers, shaadi bandwallahs, millionaires, investors, leaders, ministers, banjaras, elephants, explorers, hoteliers, chai boys and one very, very upset policeman! The world sits up and takes wide-eyed notice of this pair. Bunty is the Rakesh that Rakesh always dreamt of being, with a delicious twist. Babli is the Vimmi that Vimmi never thought she’d become, with another delicious twist. Together they are more than the sum of their parts.
Together they are spiritual gurus, bureaucrat and secretary, gangster and moll, business partners, hen pecked husband and pregnant wife, lawyer and sexually harassed client, vagabonds, caught-in-a-downpour lovers and lots, lots more. And they seem to be loving every minute of it.
Their escapades play out against backdrops as varied as the Taj Mahal, the banks of the Ganges, the saffrons of Benaras, the browns of Kanpur and Lucknow, the whites of Mussoorie, the tinkling bells of Rishikesh and Hardwar, the skies of Delhi and all across the vein like network of the Great Indian railways and highways.
Every mundane reality in every dusty corner of India is flushed out of its slumber by a splash of "Bunty aur Babli" excitement in this, the tale of two dreamers that blaze the sky like comets. But do not die. Like all good comets they promise to reappear again. And they do. And how they do all of that is, seriously, the stuff legends are made of.
Dashrath Singh (Amitabh Bachchan) is the Deputy Commissioner of Police, Crime Branch. Currently he has exactly four passions bidis, channa, Bunty and Babli. But getting hands on Bunty and Babli proves to be the biggest challenge of his 30-year old career.
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