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Who Needs Appreciation?????

I was wondering what i should write as my next post...but there are so many things happening in my life...so i thought i would read out a chapter from my life ..
During my engineering days i used to travel from dombivli to thane via train and i had boarded the train from dombivli..I was a first class traveller and i boarded the gents compartment along with my friends.I got down at thane but in the journey i left my purse in the train.It didnot even strike me that i left my purse.We guys went to our Adda(our juice centre )and when i had to pay there was no purse.I was tensed for awhile but later on it struck me there was nothing that precious in the purse.So i thought there is not point in trying to find the purse.But i had made up my mind not to say any thing to my parents because i thought just for the sake of 70 rupees i shouldnot be going all the way.In the evening i returned howm and i got a call from my dad saying did you lose your purse?and iwas shocked as to how he learnt about it.He told me that one guy had got my purse and he had called up my cousin in bangalore to inform this as there were many visiting cards in the purse.i contacted my cousin and took details of this guy.Icalled him up and i asked him all the details i told him thanks for all the pain that you took but i don think i should be coming back for the purse but he gave me a list of thingsinthe purse and den i thoughtit would be better i take it.When i asked him his whereabouts i realised that he was from Andheri and he never came to thane.Iwas again like i dont want my purse,i told him forget it u willhave to come all the way to andheri;to which he said "I will come to give it ".
The meeting was decided and i met him onthe stipulated time,He gave me the purse and was about to leave.I had been there to meet him with my friend as i was apprehensive of meeting a stranger all alone.So as soon as he prepeared to leave i gave hima gift with a simple message"Keep up yourhonesty".He wasnot ready to take but i insisted himto have it.He left and my friend asked me "why did you give him that ,you cant belive such people,dont be in touch with those guys".I told him i would have given him nothing and he woulnot have minded it becausehe didnot call up(my cousin,my doctor,my gym,my beauty parlour,my college)just for getting a gift from me.i told my friend that he would continue helping people ;he wouldnot mind it as he is of that character;but some or the other day he would give up;but then my message on the gift would remind him of his good work and that would encourage him to keep it on..We are still friends just because of his honesty.

Why we need appreciation in life?Its not for momentary happiness but its forlife long encouragement to keep up the good work.We have doors in our flats,we know they would protect us;but we oil them time to time ;y do we do that ;we do that because we dont want to make that weird noise,we want it to keep up hisgood work..Even Dead things or nonliving things demand for appreciation of diiferent forms then we are human beings.


MORAL:Appreciate people doing good work.Please dont fake it.Even if it is someone helping an old man cross the road ,appreciate him ;may be tomorrow he sees your age old dad crossing and he doesnot give up his spirit of helping.It takes a few seconds to say "good work keep it up"

Now please appreciate me for my post[:P]

Charlie's Angels Uff Rebellious Angels(MMuahhhhhhhh)

Four months into my working phase of life..i hav e experiencedmanythings and learnt alot from them.But among every other things the most memorable ones i would love to share with you all.
Now whats this Charlies Angels????????Hmm its nothing and no where related to the movie.Its something closely bonded to my life.(yeah bonded 4ever).
Lemme introduce you to the Angels........


August 21 2009:
I am seated for my last round of interviews,i waited patiently for 6 hours...(yep 6 hours) and it was one of the longest waits of my life.i was bored to death and i justw anted to finish ma interview somehow.I had the worst expressions on ma face my friends would have ever seen.(yeah i am known for ma weird expressions:P)At that moment i saw a gal standing outside the door asking me to open the biometrically locked door.At the first glance I thought this chick was an employee of my future company.but to my surprise she landed next to me and the next moment i was chatting to her.People say first impression is the best & last impression but for me her first impression deceived me[lolz].Her first impression for me was intellectual,smart,suave ,fashionable ,trendsetter,hot...this defines everything she is not.She is the simple,sweet,DUMB,angel of our group.I get irritated on her but i cant hide anything from her dats a true fact.We have been close to each other and our friendship will go to lengths inspite ofpeople trying to break our friendship.And lately i have given her the new epithet "Jincy the Jhansi";she has turned a rebel just like me...And i am on the process of making her everything her first impression was on me.We are the cutest friends and our combo name is "JIN-CHI".She has loads of love for everyone and even for people who dont deserve it.Shes Dumb but shes my Jin chi...shes my responsibility..



Rams Aka Ramu kaka:This chick has been imported from the City of lakes by me.We know each other since 2months hardly but its as if we know each other in and out.Shes smart ,has cool dressing sense,a rebel like me.Her usp is the fact that she knows people very well.no one can foolher lke jincy.According to me she has good leadership qualities which she dispalys on JOEL lolz.But one thing is like this cute chick will jump out of her seats the moment she sees Cartoons.My office Desktop is filled up with winnie the pooh courtesy Rams...



We gellup very well.WE set the house on fire...I loveu gals ,,,,umah..whenever we have anymisunderstandings ,i feel we should clear it out.

And for allthose who are reading it There is no loser Charlie..uw ill know thereason y in my next post "why guys are fools"..

hiiiii

Hello Everyone .....Its been a long time that i blogged..may be there was nothing that touched my heart as all the above posts.Its been 4months i started working and lifes pretty hectic at present ..so i dont get a chance to update my blog...now i am going to try writing every week as far as possible.....
till then Chao

Lost Childhood

This is a picture that i took while i was travelling via train..u may wonder i get all stuff train related but trust me its the best place to learn the way of life.I was returning after a stressed day at ma work place and i was lik almost sleepy.The train halted somewhere and i saw this tiny tot boarding the train with loads of gal's accessories.After some time these were the pics that i captured because it touched my heart so badly.This young cute gal was so damn exhausted and she leaned on to a lady standing next to her.my heart melted seeing the sight.and i had just one thought in my mind.i in fact just wanted to thank god for giving me a secure childhood with less hardships.Today on the day of elections i have written this blog just because i don't want any single child to suffer like this.This female might have had a bright future had she been in school.What are our caretakers doing?why are so many children left deprived of basic education?why are children made to work.??everyone sees it no one does anything about it.this young gun has lost her childhood,every fun that an other child would have got ;the ride in the merry go rounds ,the tasty lolly pops,the frill dresses,the chocolates that every child would cry for,the soft bed where she could listen to some fairy stories.She has lost it all.I am lucky i could get some of these in fact all of these.But what about many of the children who are still having such a dark future?Does any one have an answer for this ??

When will our mentalities change????????????????

In my day to day life train has been something form where i have learnt the most.I look at people learn a lot from them sometimes good lessons of my life sometimes i find them yuck!!!!.i was travelling after a days hard work form my office.i saw a young gal boarding the train .she was dressed up in a white tee with a bikini strap visible tied around the neck.it was pretty decent and trust me ....it was an ordinary dressing.suddenly i saw her removing a long denim robe or i can say a frock which was at least knee length long.she started wearing it in a hurry.first i thought she has gone crazy ...then i found it a bit odd watching her .she finishes wearing the whole frock over the jeans and the top.den she took a scarf and tied her mouth ...then i realised the fact that she was a Muslim and she was about to get down at Mumbra and so she was covering up.I really feel bad for all the gals ..we are entering into the 21st century . we still don't have the rights to wear what we want.The hurry that i saw in her while wearing the dress was something that made me so uncomfortable.i mean we gals are still in bondages.When will the society let us be free from all the bonds?????when can we move freely like birds in the sky???????????i am happy i am not one of the gals who have to face these problems but i seriously condemn this. i feel like removing burkhas of all those women clad In a burkha and want them to breathe freely....i would love to conclude by saying that V r the ones who make rules and v r free enough to break any rules that we have made.Its our mentality that should e changed...When our mentalities will change that would be the beginning of a new dawn

lesson i learnt

i am sorry to write two such big posts.the story was like too expressive so i had to .but i learnt lessons from my sissy dearest that blog posts are supposed to be too small so that people can read it.so i will try to implement the said suggestions in my next post.

MUMBAI LOCAL...................................

we all know local trains are the lifeline of mumbai,mumbai would just get paralysed if trains are not working.Aur agar mumbai main aakar trains se safar na kiya ho to lemme tell u u have missed all the fun.
i have been a first class pass holder and have been travelling in the first class since the past one and half year...i have travelled through first class as a well as second class let me mention that..and whenever i travel through trains there are some things other than the rate of the pass that makes first class a first class and a second class a second class.it is not like that the first class people have more facilities or more comfort while travelling itts just something else that separates a first class traveller from the other.
people are crushed to death in both the compartments no doubt..but in first class the ladies are relieved that they are crushed by someone using revlon cosmetics and a branded perfume..rather than their counterparts in second class who are crushed by people having stinking and sweating armpits.now that is what is really a comfort according to me ki agar maru to bhi jannat mai maru.
when you enter a first class compartment no one stares at you becoz each one thinks am the supreme.no one looks at you form top to bottom,no one bothers to look at the color of you nailpaint leaving you concious.everyone has that fake atiitude on der faces.you cant ask for a seat ina firstclass ...puhlezz thats a strict NO......NO.no one can even dare to squeeze their butts ont he fourth seat.you wont see people quarelling or cribbing or saying,"tikde ja na" or something like,"aat kiti jaga aahe bhag na..shi baba"lol..even if u see people fighting that would be in pure english and in a sophisticated way which would end after spilling 3 or 4 high end abuses.you wont get to see birthday parties or marriage anniversaries or farewell parties in first class..thats just so middle class..in a crowded train during the peak hours you wont see a huge tiffin of "dhoklas"or "chaklis" moving over your newly set hair or newly shampooed hair.you wont be asked to pass on a tiffin of cakes or some other mushy item to some one whose out of your reach.you wont have wailing children with running and leaky noses around eew!!!! tucked as an unwanted accessory on their mothers.everything would be at proper place with a silent and disciplined decorum.at times you would love to be over here in the first class even though (as i have mentioned bfore) you are going to be crushed with a branded heel piercing your toe..but sometimes i wonder if everything is so straight then whats the fun in life..life could be so damn boring you get in to the train,you dont talk to any one,getout..the same old drab and dullroutine.you get to see life o f mumbai in the second class compartments where the economically well off meets the poor.as soon as you enter the second class ,(which i suppose takes years of practice to get in the very first local that comes when you reach the station)and for the first fifteen minutes you will find yourself hanging on the foot board and you will find yourself yelling like an opera singer,you would b surprised to find yourself yelling out the most ugliest and cheapest abuses you have yourself never heard.the second class compartments are always jam packed.here's where you see the DARWINS theory implementation,:survival of the fittest".if u can survive the battle of the ladies you can survive on any battleground.in the crowded trains you can find ladies stuck to you like a pest.you try to shove them off but they just stay there.you will get irritated mad but nothing can move them off your back.you will find the biggest of the butts trying to squeeze in at the fourth seat especially when you are near the window seat thus crushing.you will see vendors selling almost everything ,event hey try to squeeze in when you don't have an inch of space to move,but you have to bear the brunt silently.then there is a section of over friendly groups in trains who will celebrate everything form birthdays ,marriages...i don't belong to any groups and i myself find it really irritating
seeing the tiffins pass from one corner of the compartment to the other..i keeponpraying that the tiffin lands safelywhere it has to rather than on my head..you will hear loud singing of happy birthdays.you cant tell them to adjust or behave because they will kill you.there is an other section of people who will try their leve lbest to sit down no matter how crowded the train is.all they want is to place their butts somewhere then it isn't of any concern even if it is on someone else's leg.you will have wailing children and then you find all the ladies trying to amuse the baby so that it stops crying.trust me you have the most amazing fights which you will enjoy to the core unless you are in it.i have had the best funniest experiences in the second class ..and when it comes to fighting,the ladies have all got the rajnikanth inspired style of stunts..there are days when i laugh uncontrollably whereas there are days when i suffer endlessly..when you stand to get down at your station you can smell oily stinking hairs that are just below your nose and as fate is always cruel the trains stop for signals endlessly thus leaving you to enjoy the aroma of the stinking oils,sweat.here you have people discussing everything rite from marriage proposals to loser boss to flirty colleagues,suspicous bfs to everything..you get the mirch masala of life in your40min of ride.during rainy season u will have wet umbrellas poking you at the most sensitive and objectionable places which you cant even explain it to them what you are going through
when i reach home every evening i recollect the things that happened in the train and that brings a wide smile on ma face..In a second class compartment you will see wide varieties of people rather than the ones who have their personalities masked under their glares..in a second class you share a seat with a vegetable vendor but not ina first class.i never found any difference in both the compartments in case of comfort,its just the matter ofones mentality and attitude.
according to me if u want to see life,learn hardships of mumbai you go to a second class you will see tiny tots singing songs ,selling wares just to have a one day meal .i get inspired seeing such people and for me second class compartments are the lifeline.

My first experience of teaching..........

All those who know me may be wondering what an engineer has got to do with teaching....yep i could think of no other way to spend my vacation in some useful way....
It all started with a friend of mine suggesting me to go in for teaching business rather than wasting my vacation..it wasnt my first time when iwas facing a bunch of young guns..i had previous xperience...but teaching in a coaching class was something new..the first day was cool i was teaching the most disciplined section i had ever seen..all geeky fellows,no element of humor or masti within dem...i was lik "ok!fine alli have to do over here is teach"from what i learnt is dat dey had a horrendous english and their spellings were not from this world..i realised i had a lot of work to do...this was standard ninth that i am talking about,thenext day iwas lik asked to adjust for a prof absent and teach sixth standard students.and when i heard sixth i was lik "sixth!!!!!!?????an engineer teaching standard sixth,it was like really very substandard for me..dat was mebbe becoz i felt dat i know too much dan dem.half heartedly i entered their class ..d moment i entered der class i heard something lik a song in chorus"goodmorning teacher,v r glad to meet u teacher,than you for teaching us teacher"and dis song made my heads turn around to see three tiny tots who hardly reach my waistline singing aloud.wat i felt amusing was in the last 17 years i was never too glad to see my teachers entering the class and above all i just thanked them for giving me a good nap.i was happy and i felt my teachers would also hav been happy had i been a bit genuine in my feelings(i was genuine about my boredom thing though).now this lot was full on masti types,too cute for sight.i started teachng dem...dey r hardly 3in number.out of this three i would call one child "Y",the other "x",the other "z".the "Z"
belonged to the malnutritioned lot,wen i got to know him better i felt he was better than me in all aspects ;he was an abacus state level topper,i could belive that without a single doubt seeing his physical structure.now this "y" had a charming face and i immediately fell in love with the enthusiasm of this young tot.now i immediately bonded with dis swwt little child becoz there was something i could relate with him..our childhood.v both spent it in baby sitting centres and the maturity could be seen in him.this sweet child is too matured for his age..i was startled to go through his daily routine which started with the boring coaching classes(in his words),tabla classes,school ,back to baby sitting and den to home.his bag was so heavy that even i could not pullup ..and he had many more extracurricular activitites..iw as wondering how this "y"managed all d stuff all alone.i always crib about being too busy but what i learnt from him is enjoy whatever you do.these three tiny tots are the reason that i am stillwith that hopeless classes.when you hear "y"talking i was mesmerised.he told me on the first day,first lecture"madam i want to study,be acomputer engineer,i want to be someone big"ismiled at his thought.i just told him humbly"me too an engineer"to which he announced to the other two "madam apni dost hai,jo kuch bolna hai bindas bolo"it was like he was the gang head.and dis "y"is such a chatter box that other two have to wait the entire lecture to express their individual superiorities."x"is a rotund fellow too cute with delicious cheeks that tempt me every moment.the first lecture i had pulled his cheeks n number of times and he was too honest to get up respectfullya nd called me to say"madam ,it pains".without waiting for my response he began studying.i learn something from him too-"speak up if u are right".its been one month now and i am teaching the tiny infact d cuties who exihibit oodles of energy and every time iasked "x" about his daily routine he would always say"Mami(aunty)ne yeh banay ,wo banaya etc.."i just asked him finally "where is your mum?""why does your aunt cook for u always?"to which he innocently said "my mum and dad are in dadar"to which i asked "y?????"he said with innocence "my dad and mum are handicapped,my dad works in naval dock and mum in post office"to which i asked shockingly"handicapped?????"he said "they are dumb and deaf"myheart melted downi just felt like hugging him.i had so many questions to ask them,"how do you comunicate?do they come and meet you"he said airily"i communicate with them in a sign language,dey come to meet me every vacation".that one incident touched me a lot.i learnt something from him- to be haapy with whatever i have and rejoice it.i had been there to teach them.i became a friend for them and i think instead of me teaching them they taught me many things in life i.e-i had a feeling my parents left me alone in childhood when i needed them the most,but "y"changed ma opinion and he showed me that you are not the only person who has been through this am also one.but the difference is am enjoying it and you hav been cribbing allyour life."x" was a like a mirror. he reflected the hardships of life he has gone already.just imagine we learn talking form our parents and all that he might hav heard is silence during his learning days.
whenevr i face a problem in ma life i think of"x" and i feel my problem is not a problem at all.

this experience of teaching them has changed ma life and whenver i tell dem am goin to leave this class soon dey say in chorus "madam chod do,humko aapke ghar pe lo tuitions"they are the reason i am der.today i dont feel yuck! to teach standard sixth and i have learnt the lower the standard you teach the more classy and inteligent faces you meet.i am sure these young guns are going to make it big someday.its a once in a lifetime experience.am lucky to hav such students and am looking forward to learn more lessons from them