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Amritsar trip – ended with a joke by almighty

It was a weekday late evening in December 2011, my family was sat together after supper, just chit chatting and laughing. We, casually celebrated year 2011 as year of tourism, with many trips and vacations! I just asked if there is one more plan to celebrate the year and so quickly we decided to book tickets for Amritsar for January 2012. Me and my brother finished travel booking on the very same day after tentative planning!!

With some words of mouth, we got to know that Sarai is right and clean place to stay. With my uncle’s reference, we also managed to get booking at one of Sarai.

This started executing on 13th late night with train to Amritsar at early morning on 14th. It was general cold, as expected throughout the root. By the time we were reaching destination, we already saw glimpses of rainy weather. And it was indeed raining in Amritsar. We reached on 15th morning with 2 hours delay from schedule.

The very same day, just after dropping our bags at Sri Guru Gobind Singh Ji Yatri Niwas – Sarai and little relaxation, we thought to have quick visit to the Golden Temple. It was Sunday and so was pretty crowded, of course moving ahead in well discipline. We decide to visit the temple and pray very next day in early morning. We only did a circular walk in the temple campus and moved for lunch. With quickly finishing lunch, we booked a taxi and by the time driver came with his car, we made a not-so-in-hurry visit to Jaliawalla Baugh.

With light rain, we moved towards Atari, border and junction to Pakistan. It is itsa kind of experience to see flag lowering ceremony live!

By evening, we returned to Amritsar. Before going for dinner, thought to check for woolen specialities and winter wear. We checked in Oswals and almost completed shopping!!! After decent shopping experience, went for dinner and finished with sweet hot Gulab Jamun! It was bit exhaustive day since we did not spend much time for rest or sleep and so we went straight back to Sarai.
We adjusted our beds and all were just relaxing. Suddenly daddy thought to have a bottle of water (in Sarai, everything is self serviced!). And he went downstairs.

We were completely unaware, but this was beginning of gloomy side of our trip…

He did not return in half an hour. We were just bit serious and thought to start his search. Very soon, a person shouting if somebody’s on floor, came around and he was shouting an ‘unknown’ person fell down. Without thinking anything we rushed to ground floor and found him laid down on a bench. The Sarai authorities had already called up ambulance and also informed the ‘uncle’s reference’ about this man! We immediately rushed to Shri Guru Ramdas Hospital by the ambulance. Doctors did EEG and gave immediate report – what I cannot believe, hear or even listen. Dad left me, us and all wondering…..! 🙁

It is very hard to write in words, what happened further.

Uncle’s reference was none but Iqubal Singh, branch manager of Vijaya Bank, Amritsar. He reached to hospital, with almost shocked, unaware of final verdict. Knowing the situation, the gentleman and lady (aunty) gave immediate support and were the host to arrange our night stay at their warm home.

What happened next is again difficult to write in one go, shall add it to the post after gaining some energy.

Many of photos taken by dad are here.

A Deewar dialogue between IT guys

Today evening I was chatting with my colleagues in break time.
Suddenly one of them said something and I created an IT version of famous Hindi movie – Deewar. This makes more sense during present scenario of recession.

Amitabh Bachchan : “Mere paas…
4 GB RAM hai,
3MB L2, 2.53 GHz, 1066 MHz ka Intel Core2 Duo processor hai,
21″ LCD Monitor hai,
300GH ki Hard Disk hai,
Logitech ka Optical mouse hai,
LightScribe aur BlueRay waalaa DVD writer hai,

Flex Builder 3 ka license hai,
Windows Vista ka license hai,
4MBPS ka Internet connection hai,

Tumhare paas kya hai?

Shashi Kapoor : “Mere paas nayaa project hai!

Funny story behind valentine's day!

Here we go…

In spite of what you have been told by everyone, the truth is that Valentine’s Day originated hundreds of years ago, in India, and to top it all, in Gujarat !!

It is a well known fact that Gujarati men, specially the Patels, continually mistreat and disrespect their wives (Patelianis). One fine day, it happened to be the 14th day of February, one brave Pateliani, having had enough “torture” by her husband, finally chose to rebel by beating him up with a Velan (rolling pin).

Yes….the same Velan which she used daily, to make chapattis for him….only this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was flattened.

This was a momentous occasion for all Gujarati women and a revolt soon spread, like wild fire, with thousands of housewives beating up their husbands with the Velan.

There was an outburst of moaning “chapatti-ed” husbands all over Anand and Amdavad. The Patel men-folk quickly learnt their lesson and started to behave more respectfully with their Patelianis.

Thereafter, on 14th February, every year, the womenfolk of Gujarat would beat up their husbands, to commemorate that eventful day.The wives having the satisfaction of beating up their husbands with the Velan and the men having the supreme joy of submitting to the will of the women they loved.
Soon The Gujju men realised that in order to avoid this ordeal they need to present gifts to their wives….they brought flowers and sweetmeats.
Hence the tradition began.

As Gujarat fell under the influence of Western culture, that day was called ‘Velan time’ day.

The ritual soon spread to Britain and many other Western countries, specifically, the catch words ‘Velan time!’. Of course in their foreign tongues, it was first anglisised to ‘Velantime’ and then to ‘Valentine’.
And thereafter, 14th of February, came to be known as Valentine’s Day!


A post on today’s occasion, worth to read. I received this as an forwarded e-mail from a professor.

The average age of the army man is 19 years.

He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.

He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father’s, but he has never collected unemployment dole either.

He’s a recent college graduate; he was probably an average student from one of the Kendriya Vidyalayas, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.

He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or country or gazals or swing and a 155mm howitzer.

He is 5 or 7 kilos lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting the insurgents or standing gaurd on the icy Himalayas from before dawn to well after dusk or he is at Mumbai engaging the terrorists.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.

He can march until he is told to stop, or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. His pride and self-respect, he does not lack.

He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of combat dress: he washes one and wears the other.

He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry.

He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you’re thirsty, he’ll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food.. He’ll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.

He can save your life – or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the Jana Gana Mana vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to ‘square-away’ those around him who haven’t bothered to stand, remove their hands from their pockets, or even stop talking.

In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.
Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

He is your nation’s Fighting Man that has kept this country free and defended your right to Freedom. He has experienced deprivation and adversity, and has seen his buddies falling to bullets and maimed and blown. But,

He has asked nothing in return, except our acknowledgement of his existence and understanding of his human needs.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . ..
A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets.

Prayer Wheel ‘Lord, hold our Indian Army in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.’
When you read this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our soldiers, sailors, and airmen, in all frontiers.

There is nothing attached…
This can be very powerful…
Of all the gifts you could give a Soldier, Sailor, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

Pray for the Indian Soldier. Unlike your ‘Babus’ or ‘Netas’. He will always do you proud.

National Anthem (Collective) Instrumental Version

Meaningful story

I have received a story via (yes, FWDed) e-mail which is as under:

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Dumb Spammer

Receiving spam messages via email is old way. Receiving unsolicited calls and SMS is present tense! And that makes us tensed at times!!!!

Here are two samples of idiot spammers:


An email


Dear Candidate,

Ref: Selection and initial response of your Resume online.
It is our good pleasure to inform you that your Resume has been
selected for our plants in NOIDA ” HCL Technologies Ltd Unit – 4″.
The Company is the collaboration concern of “HCL Groups India Ltd”.
Dealing in IT and Electronics manufacturing business in India.

You are selected according to your resume in which Project you have
worked on according to that you have been selected in Company.

Your interview will held on 14th to 20th of OCT. 2008 in Delhi.

You will be pleased to know that Company has advise you in the
selection panel that yourApplication can be progress to final stage.
You will come to Company corporate office in NOIDA. Your offer latter
with Air Ticket will be send to you by courier before date of
interview.. You have to come with photo-copies of all required
documents. First you have to deposit the (Cash) as an initial amount
in favor of Company HRD. Department. for Rs 4,250/- through any
[CANARA BANK] Branch from your Home City to Company Senior HRD.
Account NO- 2886101000289- Name of Mr.RAKESH GUPTA. This is
refundable interview security. Your offer latter with Air tickets
will be send to your Home Address by courier after receiving the
confirmation of interview security deposited in CANARA BANK . All the
expenditure will be paid by Company to you at the time of face to face
meeting with you in Company.. The Company can be offer you as salary
with benefits for this post Rs. 35,000/- to Rs.70,000/- P.M + (HRA +
D.A + Conveyance and other Company benefits. The designation and Job
Location will be fix by Company HRD. At time of final process.

photo-copies of Qualification Documents (Must)
photo-copies of Experience Certificates (If any)
photo-copies of Address Proof (Must)
Two Passport Size Photo-graph (Must)

The Job profile, salary offer, and date -time of interview will be
mention in your offer latter. Your offer latter will dispatch very
shortly after receiving your confirmation of cash deposited in CANARA
Bank. The last date of interview security deposit in bank 6/10/2008
TO 7/10/2008. We wish you the best of luck for the subsequent and
remaining stage. You have to give the information after deposited the
security money in bank to same Email ID Your offer latter will be
dispatch same time after recd. the information of security deposited
by email..


HCL Groups India Ltd.
H.O. B -125, HCL House,
Surajpur Industrial Area,
Cont No :-09837772058


An SMS received from No. 919116655433 (yes, I don’t know whether it’s international SMS of prefix is short for +91)

“IIM CALCUTTA invites graduates from 2006-08 with min 50% for a course with a guaranteed job for the post of Sales Manager with 4.5 p.a. Cal:9903456704/9433248198”

I can never imagine that IIM contacts some advertisement agency, or perhaps I might have received the SMS from some frustrated – failed student of IIM!!!!

Please donate some brainstorming food to those dumb! :p


As I was passing the elephants, I suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

I saw a trainer near by and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” he said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away.

They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.” I was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

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