New Learning

This small class 2 girl tells her mom. Yesterday they showed us a movie in school.
How was it, asked mom.
You know, it told us..No one should touch us here here and here, she said, It also showed how a man gave a chocolate to a girl and she slept off. Then it told never take eatables from strangers.
Mom just didn’t know what to say.

Then they showed us about self defense.

What did they teach you, mom asked

They taught us about center point

Whats that

Come here. I will show you.. Hold my hands

Mom very suspiciously held the girls hand and then, wallop, she got a kick between her legs. really

This they taught you, gasping for breath.

Mom was more relieved than hurt by this demonstration.
Since the rape of the school girl in Bangalore, she wanted to talk to her daughter about it but didn’t  know how to go about it.
Good, she thought….

If I wrote ‘King of Queens….

Carrie, ‘What do u mean ‘I am not a whitefish’

Doug, ‘Not whitefish… wife’ish….You dont bring me hot soup or a warm jacket when its cold’

Carrie,’And what will you be doing… watching sport central eh’

Doug, ‘But I am a man’

Carrie, ‘Hey man, but I wear the pants …remember .. I earn more than you’

Doug,’Why do u always bring that up’

Carrie,’And you are at you career peak. And I’ve just started’

Doug,’You dont have to rub it in’

Delhi 2

The second time I visited New Delhi it was peak winter. Problem was that I came to Delhi with the only sweeter I had, the black one. It served me well in Hyderabad but was so inadequate in Delhi.

I went straight to the training centre at Gurgaon. They gave clear direction – Get off the train, go to Pahargunj entrance and there you will get buses for Gurgaon. But who knew that ‘Gud-gaa-waa’ the buswalas were calling out, was the place I had to go.

The first evenings about I came to know a good deal about Gurgaon – that it was mainly a rural set up with some weekend houses for Delhi’s money bags. One more thing, these people made terrible tea, on top of it the only snack available was samosa with home-made ketchup or samosa with curds. So mainly stuck to the meals at the guest house. Typical north Indian stuff of rotis and sabzi and rajmas and dals.

A week after surviving the bitter cold, come the Sunday. We have been permitted to go shopping that day- mainly for some warm clothes. I was on a limited budget and couldn’t join the other.  I ask around and was told about a place called Chor Bazaar.  Its behind the red fort, a big ground behind Red Fort and has open air shops as far as the eye could see.  Its seemed to have everything – working and not working stuff. On one corner I saw these blazer guys and soon bought 2 for INR 75 each. Second hand, of course but kya kare. I couldnt offord the new ones my colleagues bought at Karolbagh for INR 750/-.  Chor bazaar was diwan-e-aam (public darshan) of the mughal rulers.
After a fortnight of induction and training in Gurgaon, we got our postings. I was posted at the training centre at New Delhi, Safdarjung Development Area (SDA), bang opposite IIT D Maingate. Cool place it was, centrally located, I was staying at Palam then. A straight bus brought me to work and back. Weekends was mostly CP or Chanakya and see a movie and maybe eat something at Nirulas. This was a very happening fast food joint in Delhi then, Much before Mcdonald and KFCs. Wonder if they are still around.

I went to see this Shahrukh khan Madhuri Dixit starrer Anjaam. Half hr into this horrible horrible movie, I wanted out. But the cinema fellows were not allowing me to leave.  No they said cant leave till movie of over. The police had insisted on it. If you remember it was the days of bombings. And they didn’t want the bomber easy exit I guess. So I had to put up with this movie till the end.

Raju came for a day to Delhi. I met him at CP. We went to the sarkari liquor shop and bought some. Then went round CP walking from fountain  to fountain buying a glass of thums up and adding our rum to it, consuming liquor in the midst of hundreds of pedestrains and passers by, they being none the wiser.

This reminds me, this was also the time Coke was reintroduced in India. It was in a big 300 ml bottle and costed 8 bucks. I had to stand in queue to get my first bottle. It was eeks, terrible is not the word. It was bottled in Agra, the first bottling plant they set up.  I understand that the water there was not suitable for making coke.

Lunch was often a special dish I tasted for the first time here, Kulcha. With some Chole. costed 5 rupees 3 and that was tummy full. This village guy in his cycle brought these delicious kulcha chole for us.

Arts & Craft Fair Chitrakala Parishat 7/6/2014

Life Size home decor like tables, table mounts, wall and floor models ; Made of Fibre Glass ; Rs. 40,000/- to Rs. 50,000/-

Metal Idols Rs. 12,000 onwards

Buddha Idol Rs. 20K

Beautiful Metal Elephant; Rs.60K

Metsl Bull, beautifully painted; Rs.75K

Tribal Metal work ; All old but this century itself ; Each item about Rs. 1K to 2K

Tribal metal work ; each item about Rs.2.5 to 3k

Tribal Jewelry Rs.1K

Very Old Ganesha Idols Rs. 3K each. and behind is an old Oil Lamp in the shape of a Peacock Rs.2K

Oil Lamp in the shape of a Peacock

Old idol upon idol Rs.5K

Wood Work smalest is Rs. 30k

Wood work – that big one is Rs.3L



I picked up a Polo Mint recently – after many many years. And was shocked. I had to buy another pack to confirm it.

Before I go ahead, lets go back to the 90’s. Polo was launched in India and it had to deal with the market leader Bakeman’s Minto.

There was a major advert clash. One saying ‘Mint with a hole which caught on with the youth quick and the other shot back saying ‘ All Mint No hole to no avail.

Well, Polo won the war but not just coz the advertising. I feel it was a better product. For one it looked glossy. More importantly, Minto tasted chalky as though filled with chunna – that cheap stuff used to whitewash walls. Polo had no chunna.

But the ones I had recently was all chalky overflowing with chunna.  Its like telling me ‘there no one to touch me’.

Peeps, please have one and let me know. I await.

Best Mom Joke I ever heard….

A Mom comes to visit her son Kumar
for dinner….who lives with a room
mate, a girl named Sunita.
During the course of the meal, his
mother couldn’t help but notice how
pretty Kumar’s roommate was. She
had long been suspicious of a
relationship between the two, and this
had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while
watching the two interact, she started
to wonder if there was more between
Kumar and his roommate than met
the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, Kumar
volunteered, “I know what you must
be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita
and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Sunita came to
Kumar saying,”Ever since your mother
came to dinner, I’ve been unable to
find the silver chutney jar. You don’t
suppose she took it, do you?”
Kumar said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll
email her, just to be sure….”
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother: I’m not saying that you
‘did’ take the chutney jar from my
house, I’m not saying that you ‘did not’
take the chutney Jar. But the fact
remains that it has been missing ever
since you were here fordinner.
Love, Kumar
Several days later, Kumar received an
email from his Mother which read
Dear Son: I’m not saying that you ‘do’
sleep with Sunita, and I’m not saying
that you ‘do not’ sleep with Sunita. But
the fact remains that if she was
sleeping in her OWN bed, she would
have found the chutney jar by now
under the pillow…

Hyd Trip 2014 March

I drove to Hyd and back  recently. Alone. 

First Halt at Lepakshi enterance
Horrible food… but has toilets – so great

Vijaya Sweet house – NH4


Story telling Parapet

Mrs Muir’s Canten

504 – B was Jaideeps, C was mine

NH$ shopping centre

Chakki, Kerosene, cycle repair shop

RamNavami ground

568D-First place at BHEL

Shaik Ali’s Home – MIG