No, it’s not the blog getting a new look. It’s me!
Finally, off with that bush between my nose and lips, commonly referred to as a MOUSTACHE.
Now time to change a quite a few things (and not just physically), time to set and achieve my goals, time to continuously keep learning and adding new skills(and not just programming skills), time to blog more often, time to make and break resolutions, and most importantly of all…… ‘Time To Keep Enjoying‘.
Have to thank the bad governance of Satyam, to trigger my entry into the stock market. With the share prices crashing to almost half, there could not have been a safer bet. Though could not capitalise on investing in Satyam, when it was at an all time low at Rs. 120 odd, managed to get a fair deal at, Rs.153. With the current price at Rs. 177, my first kiss with the stock market is likely to yield positive dividends 
But investing in stocks is not just about making (or losing) money, it gives me an adrenaline rush. A sense of excitement, a feeling of pride (in owning a stake in huge billion dollar companies), also making me acquainted with all those dreaded economic terms, and yes it does provide me with the usual panic attacks (when your shares move into the Red zone).
For the time being have stakes (now that really makes me proud) in ICICI, NDTV, Kingfisher Airlines, Satyam . So to all you people out there, NDTV is the channel to watch. Kingfisher Airlines is the flight to fly, ICICI is the bank to deposit all your cash. And Raymond is where you shop from. Atleast until, I have my investments in there
Last Sunday evening, I stood at the Gateway Of India trying to capture every piece of the majestic iconic Taj…. the same Taj is now in flames. Burning for the last 60 hours. The fire will get doused but the walls and the spirit of Taj would forever remain charred. The Leopold cafe which was forever filled with laughs and incessant chatter would be now filled with an eerie calm.
The latest updates from news televisions tell me that everything is under control now. All terrorists have been killed. The siege has been ended. The Indian Army, the NSG, the Maharashtra Police, the Firefighters, have done our country proud with their undying valour. Several soldiers have become martyrs. Nariman house, Oberoi Hotel and Taj Hotel have now been sanitised. While this arduous task has ended. A much bigger task of sanitising our country exists.
At this stage it does not matter whether we take the right steps according to the various treaties that always seem to with hold us. It does not matter what the UN thinks. It really doesn’t matter what the many Human rights activists think, or what other countries seem to think is morally right for us to do at this stage. We have to annihilate the mice that are eating up our country. And it really does not matter whether we turn into a black or a white cat. We just need to eat up and finish those bloody rodents. Period.
I urge all my readers and every true Indian to follow their normal routine as if everything is fine. Do not stay locked up in your houses. Do not pack your bags and leave the state. Do not dampen the spirit of Mumbai. Do not let fear seep into you lives. Do not let terrorism win.
Here’s saluting the valor of the Indian Army forces. Jai Maharashtra! Jai Hind!
The US financial crisis has been the talk of the town. And the fact that I did not want to seem as lost as Rakhi Sawant in UN’s World Summit, I had no option but to metamorphise my homepage from indiafm to economictimes. After reading a dozen or so articles about the US economy which were as joyful as watching RGV Ki Aag a dozen times over, my tolerance levels were slipping. And just when indications of me facing a mental crisis after reading so much of the US crisis seemed apparent, I decided it was time to take a break from the world of finance, and began chatting with a friend online.
Aise hi baaton baaton mein, while chatting with her, I asked her if she had any clue about what the hell was happening in US. Whilst she always had a doubt that I had some of my screws missing up there, asking her this question was a confirmation of my insanity. “Ek marungi, kuch dhang ki baatein karo” came her curt reply.
Upto mischief as always, I started pestering her and pleaded her to find out about the US crisis and explain it to me. “Apne dost ke liye itna bhi nahin kar sakti” , and a few more emotional dialogues later, courtesy Yash Raj Films, I had really got to her nerves. I could have continued with my pestering ordeal had a project meeting not stalled my activity.
Mentally exhausted after two hours in the meeting, I was surprised to see a huge message window greeting me. I couldn’t stop smiling once I started reading its contents. And thought I should share its contents with all my blog readers too. So if you really want, a simple/ non -technical depiction of the US financial crisis, then this is very your search ends. Here’s my friend’s description ( word by word) of the US financial situation and its impact on India. Fantastic, to say the least.
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Abe sun jo tera US financial crisis mein mujhe jitna padha who bata deti hun……Jo abhi Lehmenn brothers collapse hua hai na…kyunki it was the major investor in the market for mortaging… and other reasons as well. kyunki doosre banks ne refuse kiya uske saath kaam karne ko kyunki…kyunki uske business karne ka tarika bahut hi complex and opaque tha and moreover usne housing loans diye they logon ko who bahut hi risky the. Kyunki jab interest rate badhta tha to borrowers could not repay lehman ..and this led to huge losses.
And the 62-year-old CEO of Lehman Richard Fuld( ulllu and gadha insaan) rejected many bids to save Lehman becoz he thought he wanted more price for the sale of the company…and was not satisfied what Barclays was paying…Because of this ullu jaisa lehman ka crisis many people lost their jobs… and US is facing crisis.
Also to add to it…Bank of America is buying Merrill Lynch …
Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi Mein Koi……
There goes my alarm, and it’s put off even before a line of the beautiful song is completed.With one eye open , I check out the time its 6.30 am. I roll on my bed for a few minutes before deciding that half an hour of more sleep ain’t going to hurt anybody. The half hour somehow ends up into a 3 hour long slumber.
Damn it, it’s 9.30 am. Had promised I would sweat it out at the gym today. Have been skipping the gym religiously for sometime now, and my ever increasing waistline would soon be the inspiration for setting up a few jogging tracks in my area. But there’s no time now, have to reach office by 11 am.That too seems an impossibility. Dadar to SEEPZ in an hour, that too on a rainy day, would be the height of optimism.
I curse my self for being lazy, curse office for starting at 11am and not 2pm, curse my servant for not coming on time, curse my clothes for not being ironed, curse my mobile for not having being charged. It’s 10 am by the time I manage to leave home. It has started pouring cats and dogs, monkeys and elephants, and I send a last curse to the skies for starting my day in such a miserable manner.
If you haven’t understood by now, I hate rains. Speeding cars splashing water all over you and turning your formal wear into designer stuff, buses being jam packed, auto-rickshaw drivers doing nakhras to take you in, and the Mumbai traffic and pathetic drainage do not help either.
Finally manage to get a taxi, and that’s a pretty difficult task, specially if its a rainy day and if you wish to visit a traffic prone area like SEEPZ. I flung my office bag at the side and decide to catch some sleep in the taxi until the rather long journey to office is completed. Hardly have I slept for a few minutes, that I am woken up by persistent thumping on the windows of the taxi. A little girl in tattered clothes is knocking on my window begging for some money.
I’m a total disapprover of giving money to beggars as I believe you are aiding some one to be reliant on others mercy rather than one’s own hard work. So as usual, I tell the girl to move ahead, without even looking at her. But she stills pleads, saying that she is in real hunger.
Back to Grandmom’s world class food…. back to pampering parents…. back to irritating and troubling moi sister…… back to sipping coffee on the beach side CCD…. back to clean beaches…..back to laughing on silly jokes with friends ….. back to nite outs….. back to open roads…. back to breathing …back to living…back to heaven…back to Goa.
Panaji’s Most Busiest SideWalk At Peaktime
Miramar Highway
The Camera Just Went Click
After Hogging At Hotel Orion With Friends
Trying To Be Innovative
Check out some more of my pathetic photography skills inside
15 th April , 1912 : The Titanic Sinks
3rd December 1984 : Bhopal Gas Tragedy
23rd July 1973 : Himesh Reshammiya is born
29th June 2007 : Himesh Reshammiya debuts as an actor with Aap Ka Surrooor.
9th May 2008 : Mimoh debuts as an actor with Jimmy
And now its time to update this list of all time disasters.
11th May 2008 : Me and my room-mates decide to wake up the Sanjeev Kapoor sleeping within us and decide to exploit our culinary skills.
To all the ladies and a few men, who have ever managed to cook anything eatable in their entire lifetime, hats off to you all. One attempt at cooking and I have realised cracking CAT or I.I.T. JEE seems a lot more easier. And no kidding here.
Equipped with a lot of enthusiasm and optimistic of giving the Sanjeev Kapoors and the Tarla Dalal’s of the world a run for their money, I and my room mates decided to don the chef’s hat.
My grand-mom is the world’s best cook, mom cooks pretty well, and dad also does manage to cook well when he does decide to cook. So guess genetically ( if there are cooking genes) I was pretty much equipped to be a fine cook. So no more waitin, Sanjeev Kapoor was all set to wakeup from his slumber.
Bhendi ki Sabji, Soya beans Masala Gravy, Bundi Raita was what we intended to cook but ask my digestive system and you are sure to get way different answers. I really love spicy food but after having a bit of what we cooked yesterday, it will be good bye to spicy and masaledar food for a while(like for some centuries). Not paying heed to my friend who claimed to have some previous cooking experience, I went on adding scoops of chilli powder to every dish that was burning (cann’t use the term cooking here) on the gas stove. While she prayed for me to stop my experimentation and rest and watch IPL instead, I insisted on being innovative. Something in me said that adding Dominos chilli flakes and Dominos organic seasonings would surely give the food a different taste. It gave it a different taste alright, but it no longer remained food. And the moment I added Tropicana Apple Juice to the soya bean gravy, she gave up providing help with the food. So it was just the food at the mercy of me and my room mates innovation and experimentation.
After about two hours of experimentation with the food. The “so called food” was ready. Cooking reminded me of my Chemistry practical sessions where we mindlessly used to mix up chemicals just to see what combination would be produced. The only difference was the experimentations at the laboratory resulted in me almost losing one of my eyes and the expire – mentations in the kitchen resulted in all of us getting a bad stomach ache and losing the desire of ever having or cooking food again.
Here’s a look at what we prepared. It might look alright, but ask our angry bowels who are right now firing all kinds of expletives (arreey no need of opening up the dictionary : it just a nice way of saying maa behen ki gaaliyaan) at me and my room mates and you shall get pretty much disgusting answers.
Fitness and health have suddenly become a top priority in my life. Have lost more than 10 kgs in the past 6-7 months but still a long way to go till I achieve my goal of achieving a great body. Riding in my 23rd year right now, want a perfect body as soon as I turn 23. So will I achieve my goal? Definitely I Will.
What’s In My Favor
The Odd’s Against Me
That’s Me , One Year From Now
If you need to say something, Just Say It.
There is no point pondering over things like is this the right time to say this or should I wait for a more appropriate situation. For take it from me, there is no such thing as RIGHT TIME.
I personally used to ponder over a lot over the after effects of what I wanted to say and wait for the right time to come. A wait that would never end. But have resolved to never do so in future and just express my feelings than hiding them deep inside.
So whenever you’ve got to say something, Just Say It.
If you’ve got to say Sorry. Just Say It.
If you’ve got to say Thank You. Just Say It.
If you’ve got to say I Love You. Just Say It.
If you’ve got to say F$%& Off. Just Say It.
Expectations were definitely nonexistent when I entered the multiplex, to catch some sleep. Oops to watch Shaurya. Last week’s release One Two Three had prepared me to take on any movie and leave the theater mentally sound. So I said to myself,” Bring on what you have Samar Khan(director of Shaurya) and I am ready to face it”.
Five minutes into Shaurya : “Ok, another of those patriotic army movies. Get ready for some preaching, Amit”
Ten minutes into Shaurya : ” Oh! So they are aping A Few Good Men, this time round. Time to find some sleep.”
Fifteen minutes into Shaurya : “Is it really getting interesting? Or am I hallucinating”
Twenty Minutes Into Shaurya : “The movie has me hooked.”
Shaurya Movie Story
Officer Javed Khan has been accused of killing his senior officer, Major Rathore. The lethargic fun loving officer Major Siddhant(Rahul Bose) has been entrusted with defending Javed. What Siddhant thought would just be a sight seeing and para gliding experience in the valleys of Srinagar turns out to be a life changing experience.
Shaurya Movie Poster
