Saturday, April 18, 2009

MISS YOU....
















Dearest Choco,
You quietly became a part of our lives... and gave us another reason to smile... Made our hearts overflow with love and joy... you filled in a lot of blanks... and completed sentences...
Spending time with you.... some of the best memories we have had....
AND...
now that you are gone... the sentences which complete our lives are incomplete once again...
:(

love...
B, R , Sh and Candy.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

You Needed Me…

Whenever i cried a tear, you wiped it dry
Whenever I was confused, you cleared my mind
Whenever I sold my soul, you bought it back for me
And held me up and gave me dignity
Somehow you needed me….

You gave me strength to stand alone again
To face the world out on my own again
You put me high up on the pedestral
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me

And I can’t believe it’s you,
I can’t believe it’s true
I needed you and you were there
And I’ll never leave
Why should I leave, I’d be a fool
Because I’ve finally found
someone who really cares

You held my hand when it was cold
When I was lost you took me home
You gave me hope when I was at the end
And turned my lies back into truth again
You even called me friend

And all 'cuz you needed me…till the end...

-an email forward

Monday, February 16, 2009

Every Woman Must Have...









Got this article from gunj's blog thought it might help the woman readers of this blog...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...


A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A youth she's content to leave behind...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
One friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...
A feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to fall in love without losing herself...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
When to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That she can't change the length of her calves, the nature of her parents...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
That her childhood may not have been perfect...but it’s over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
How to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
Where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

Cheers!!!

Help!!

Somehow it's frustrating to keep looking for things that you don't remember where you last left them.... :S
I so hope each and everything could have a sim card and a number so one could just give it a missed call and know where it is....
Let me know if anyone of you reading it can invent something to help me sort this frustration.
Afterall, i ain't asking much... ;P

Of short trips that we continually make....

To be honest i had no intentions of divulging the details of the short trips that we continually make... to LONAVALA. This post has been made on the pure insistence of B (Confession: you guys are too close too my heart and i am not a person who'll go flaunting things which mean the most to me, i'd rather hold them tight- close to my heart)

There's some kind of a fascination we seem to have for this whole thing, considering this was our third trip in the past three months, and the whole purpose being to have coffee and that too from Cafe Coffee Day!!!
All that we do is drive to lonavala, drink coffee and drive back... :))
It certainly feels different to have coffee by the lake side and the drive by the old expressway through the country side is breathtaking... plus with R being bubbly, warm, cranky-making her the highlight- topping it up with B's comments makes it even more rocking!!! Well, it's not that i don't have a role to play... apart from me being myself(which a few can vouch that i can be entertaining to the core!) i have a major contribution in helping R bring out this side and spicing it up.
Last evening a sp
ecial someone(who was quite unaware of what he would be facing) had been invited for being a part of this trip. One thing about the invite is that you don't get invited merely on the basis of being Mister or Miss so and so... you have to get one for yourself precisely earn one!!!!.
Since R was not that well... i took up the responsiblity of making it an another memorable trip, with my creative abilities.
For this i was credited for stealing the show and also titled the 'queen of the evening'.... :)))
And... as for our guest... he reached home safely in one piece and thanked us for a wonderful outing.





















Presenting 'Chotu- the Star of the evening' taking up most of the threesome's attention as i was busy eating.

Oh! and hope you had a great Valentine's. I had one... trying to making it special for all the people around me... :)

Friday, January 30, 2009

i wonder...

What does one do when you have lost everything????
You start all over again, taking step by step, building brick by brick....

And.... i haven't lost everything...  ;P


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

What it means to be in a witness state...

Came across this beautiful poem, perfectly describing what it means to be in a witness state and how one can truly enjoy being in it.


I see a mountain from my window
Standing like an ancient sage
Desireless, full of love.
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
Its attention is not disturbed
And when the rain pours like
Many pitchers of clouds bursting
And it fills the mountain with greenery.
The storms may come soaring,
Filling the lake with compassion
And the rivers flow running down
Towards the calling sea.
The sun will create clouds and
Wind carries on its feathery wings
The rain on to the mountain.
This is the eternal play
The mountain sees
Without desires.

-by Nirmala Srivastava.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Do you believe in dreams?

I have started to... especially the 4A.M ones...

Monday, January 12, 2009

Pop! goes the Ego...

Round and Round
the Maya it goes...
Thinking that it's real
Take a good look
and laugh at yourself,
Pop! goes the Ego...

Up and down just like a clown,
Such a silly fellow.
Take a big pin stick it in
Pop! goes the Ego.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The year 2009...

Although i am 8 days late in welcoming the new year... Happy New Year!!!
The year 2009 will be a continuation of the remains of the 2008. Atleast in my case it has been so... and no good has come yet. Also, intriging is that i came across this journal which predict and publish the trends in the coming years, and they also have a similar view.
have a look at this link to find out what they have to say about 2009:
http://www.trendsresearch.com/journal08.html

Coffee Messiah

Came across this lovely post on Coffee and Tea. It has also been nominated in the 'Blogs of Note', so check it out.
www.coffeemessiah.blogspot.com
:)

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The desert - breeding ground of India's billionaires.

‘This is backwoods, really backwoods,’ says Aditya, as the rackety, jam-packed bus pulls into Rajgarh, a small town in the north-west of Rajasthan, India’s desert state.
‘This is backwoods, really backwoods,’ says Aditya, as the rackety, jam-packed bus pulls into Rajgarh, a small town in the north-west of Rajasthan, India’s desert state.
Aditya is the only person on the bus who speaks any English, and the goggle-eyed stares and toothless grins of many of his fellow passengers bear him out. They are clearly wondering what on earth a foreigner is doing in their out-of-the-way part of India and it’s only when I mention the name of Lakshmi Mittal that it clicks. Surrounded by sand dunes, without adequate water for drinking let alone for agriculture, Rajgarh is far from prosperous. But it is here that Lakshmi Mittal, whose $32 billion fortune makes him the fifth richest man in the world, was born in 1950 and spent the first nine years of his life.
Last January, I’m told, he came back. One of the jostling villagers pulls a handful of laminated newspaper cuttings from his pocket and shows me the man they call ‘Steel King’ in procession through the town on the back of a pick-up, surrounded by cheering crowds, brandishing an outstretched arm in triumphant greeting.

‘We’re very proud of him,’ says P.S. Saini, the site engineer for the Mittal Community Centre, which the tycoon was in town to inaugurate. One of his colleagues adds: ‘He’s the richest man in UK and the richest man in India ... but also the richest man in Rajgarh.’
But what is most astounding about Shekhawati, this arid region of Rajasthan, is not that it has produced Mittal but that he is not even exceptional. This small area, where it is a struggle to produce basic foods, has an extraordinary ability to produce billionaires. For more than a hundred years the local trading class, the Marwari Seth, have shown an unerring talent for amassing riches. Four out of the top ten Indian billionaires in the Forbes rich list for 2007 were Marwari. An hour’s bumpy ride to the south-east of Rajgarh is Pilani, home of the Birla family, whose richest member Kumar Mangalam Birla ranks seventh of the ten. To the south west is Ramgarh, the home of Shashi and Ravi Ruia, whose steel, oil and shipping business ranks in eighth place. Lakshmi Mittal’s namesake Sunil Mittal, founder of the telecoms and supermarket group Bharti Enterprises, is in sixth place.
The list goes on: south of Pilani is Bagar, home of the Piramal family, who own the fourth-largest pharmaceutical company in India. In Nawalgarh to the south it’s the Poddars. Spread around other nearby towns are the home villages of the Bajaj family (who own a scooter and motorcycle empire) and the Goenkas, the Oswals, the Agarwals and the Dhoots, to name just a few. In 2000 the Indian author Gurcharan Das cited a study showing that Marwari groups owned half of India’s private industrial assets.
Indians from other communities talk about a legendary Marwari capacity for stinginess, about how commerce is taken in with their mothers’ milk. The explanations in local
legend are more colourful. Girish Sooni, a business student, tells me the story of how Narayan Baba, a monk in Pilani, blessed the Birlas to become billionaires. There’s a similar legend about Lakshmi Mittal’s father, Mohan Lal Mittal. His local Baba told him to look into a magic pot to divine his future. Inside he saw massed piles of gold and silver.

Sooni thinks the desert might have something to do with it: ‘We have a scarcity of water here. There’s an old saying that how we learnt to use water is how we learnt to use money.’ There might be some truth to that. The barren landscape forced these towns to live off the major trade route that passed through north Rajasthan; local traders became prosperous financiers, acting as bankers to the Great Mughal himself. When the British began asserting control over the region the Marwari were quick to ally with them against the region’s Rajput rulers. Soon Marwari traders were spread across India’s towns and cities, acting both as traders in their own right and as brokers to the British. By the late 19th century the largest Marwari firms, such as Tarachand Ghanshyam Das, founded by Bhagoti Ram Poddar, rivalled British companies in size.
Their riches have left Shekhawati the lavish havelis, or mansions, that cluster in even the smallest towns. Marwari who made their fortunes in Bombay and Calcutta competed to build the most opulent palaces back in their home villages, complete with garish murals depicting the India of the late 19th century. There are British redcoats, steam trains, even flying machines — everything that the newly sophisticated Marwari urbanites wanted simple country folk of the region to understand.

The Mittal haveli — built with the relatively modest fortunes of Lakshmi’s ancestors — is one of the humblest in Rajgarh. There are no murals and most of the eggshell-blue paint that once covered it has long since worn away, exposing pinkish brown plaster behind. In place of traditional carved wood haveli doors, the Mittal house has a crude corrugated iron gate. It’s difficult to equate this with Lakshmi’s 12-bedroom mansion in Kensington Palace Gardens — the world’s most expensive home when he bought it in 2004. But the family still uses the Rajgarth house. Lakshmi’s aunt Saraswati lives here: in her early fifties, with a beaming smile, she is tickled enough by a rare visitor to Lakshmi’s birthplace to show off the well swept, whitewashed courtyard from which arched doors lead to two downstairs bedrooms, one of which is where Lakshmi was born. To the side is a garden where a calf, tethered to a tree, picks half-heartedly at some hay. Saraswati has few complaints about her lot, but not everyone in Rajgarh feels the same way.
Aditya Choudhary, a computer programmer from the Jat farming caste, says: ‘Lakshmi Mittal isn’t so much respected. In India to be a really big person, a really respected person, he has to do public work.’ In Pilani, for example, much of the town is taken up by schools, universities, ashrams and museums set up by the Birla family, who also have an airstrip for their private planes. Lakshmi is investing $20 billion in giant steel plants elsewhere in India but by comparison with other Marwari families, the Mittals have left their home town alone. When Lakshmi did come in January he was clear about the limits of his generosity: ‘He said he will help everybody who works hard,’ said one villager. ‘He said he doesn’t want to give charity.’

Nevertheless, the beautifully designed community centre he opened, in memory of his mother Gita Devi Mittal, cost about £600,000. It sits incongruously in the town centre among the small merchants’ shops. It has an air-conditioned, acoustically perfect, 129-seat auditorium, a room crammed with computers, and a gym that wouldn’t look out of place in a London health club. But it’s easy to argue the Mittals should have first provided roads and drains. Inside the centre, that’s exactly what P.S. Saini, the site engineer, and Kamal Singh Shettia, the centre’s manager, are busy working on. Laid out on tracing paper in front of them are plans for a concrete road costing £7,000, and a new drainage system costing £1,400. There are bigger plans for a regional hospital. Saini, a former railway engineer, gives me a tour of the centre, complete with a little ceremony in its temple to Hanuman, the Hindu monkey god. He is forthright about the problems facing the town. ‘There are sand dunes all around us. There’s no water for agriculture, there’s a scarcity of drinking water, and even the ground water is of a saline nature.’
Mittal’s aid may be late in the day, but it is welcome. And one of the comforts of living in Rajasthan’s billionaire belt is that even if this tycoon’s generosity dries up, there is every chance that the town will produce another one.

http://www.spectator.co.uk/
http://www.spectator.co.uk/the-magazine/business/142611/the-desert-breeding-ground-of-indias-billionaires.thtml

Saturday, November 1, 2008

HAPPY DIWALI !!!!






the bestest( and i know that's not even a word) DIWALI ever... with all the loved ones around... :))

Friday, October 31, 2008

Though something insignificant...


Though something insignificant... but i kinda liked it at the very first instant...



Ok, i'll acknowledge the fact that i REALLY REALLY ADORE YOU!!!!

:)

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Hard Kaur!

Taran Kaur Dhillon never understood what it was to be a twelve-year-old. Traumatic experiences took her to a cold U.K., where she was bullied around for her skin colour. Today, she is defining hip hop in India and the U.K."Nobody can bully me into singing what I hate. I eat, sleep, s*** hip hop and I want to keep it just that way", says the U.K.-based star popularly known as Hard Kaur, who is now defining hip hop music in India. Her frankness is the result of many nightmares she lived. You can't separate her bittersweet experiences from her lyrics.
In India to promote her solo album Supa Woman (Saregama), she doesn't mince words about her difficult past. "Musically, the album defines what I have grown up listening to. It's a collection of what I am about. Everything is original and sets new standards. Lyrically, Supa Woman is about life, about what to expect while growing up", says Hard Kaur.
While growing up, she never imagined she would perform hip hop. The image of a salwar-kameez clad girl with a flower in her hair ruled Hard Kaur's imagination. Life is not a bed of roses, she learnt quickly. Her mother, after being kicked out of her in-law's place, refused to take things lying down. She moved to a cold England after her husband's death in the 1984 anti-Sikh pogroms in India.
At school, Hard Kaur was referred to as a "freshie" from India. She proved more than a point when she began dancing. Today, she is one of Britain's foremost women rap artistes.
"It's the best way to express things close to one's heart. Tell people what you have been through. I don't accept anything lying down. Rap was my way out of the cage. It gave me a voice, power... an identity".
Saregama made a brilliant choice when they came across Hard Kaur. However, Kaur also has her own label.
"I have always done things independently and took care of my management. Striking a deal just for the sake of it never interested me. Unless I like what I see, how can take it up? Music is about enjoying creative freedom. On my label you do your kind of music. There are labels for bhangra artistes. But what if a desi living in the UK wants to record urban genres? Which label will sign him or her up? For them, there is my label. I develop artistes, turn them into hummingbirds".
She is the same person whose "Move Your Body" (Johnny Gaddar) is on air. Hard Kaur has worked on her music independently and featured on global club hits including "Ek Glassy", which is still the number-one club anthem of India.
Her songs are about a woman's place in a male-dominated world, with the urban desi experience thrown in. She is associated with Breakthrough, an organization working on HIV and domestic violence issues, and has written a song for women's empowerment. After singing on the Bollywood soundtrack for Johnny Gaddar, she is working on other projects with Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy. She even got the opportunity to share the stage with stars like Justin Timberlake and Pharrell Williams!
On her first solo record, Supa Woman, she works with promising international producers including 45 WAX, D-Boy, Urban, AC Burrell, Asif (Fusing Naked Beats) and Tigerstyle. The album is supported by three videos - Look For Me and Mumbai Deewana are directed by Sumit Dutt of Mise En Scene, while My Girls features Meera Sayal of Kumar's At 42 fame. Prior to the album, she released a four-track EP in the U.K.
"Everything changes you. Watching my mother work hard has been a gruesome experience. Since the age of thirteen, I have been working with her. I am happy that I was bullied. It made me a tough person. I still work with my mother and clean the floor. Always remember where you come from".
Hard Kaur is already touring the U.K. to promote her album. Soon, she will back in India to host a series of concerts. A U.S. tour is being planned for late November.
[Courtesy: The Statesman]

www.sikhchic.com

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Just a thought..

khoya hai... khud ko ya, sab kuch paya hai... just like a drop of water looses it's identity to become the ocean...

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Ecstatic....

When i started off with gardening, i did so because i needed to do something... and now it feels great when i see a flower bloom every morning... I have always loved flowers but every single bud that comes up in the garden gives such immense pleasure, only because i took pains for it and the flower seems even more appealing beacuse you have seen it grow from day one.
Sigh...I think i have gotten addicted to it!!!
:)

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

It's not like that i have taken a hiatus from writing for the blog, had written a few posts but din't really bother posting them.
Well,this morning has been great for a number of reasons... Firstly have picked up on my daily dose of excersing again. Have managed to get a lot of things in order starting from the office work to things at home. Also, the gardening that i had picked a month or two back has started bearing flowers and not just one but today there were around five of them and quite a few more buds that shall bloom in the coming days... :))



The Blushing Red color Roses




















The Jasmines have come out well too...







The lazy crazy Aloe Vera's have been there for a while. Lazy cause even a lazy person can have them in his garden without taking much pains and i have been crazy about them for a long time.

Some white Petunia's in my Aunt's garden. Theses flowers can be found in lovely vivid colors everywhere in the Emirate of Dubai, and surely the government shells out a bomb on maintaining them and replanting every 6 months.
Summers seem to have kinda moved as its getting cloudier during the day. Hopefully monsoons will come a little early this year.
So work will get hectic from now on, as june's approaching. June's going to be a big month with some friends going out of bombay and some coming back almost after a year. The best part being that i shall have to attend a training program with collegues in mid July in Gujrat, so really looking forward to have a blast then.
As for now a lot of collegues have gone out and there's barely anyone at office, so have to look into a lot of small issues too, which becomes annoying especially if you aren't used to. It will be so for a week.

Will write soon. :)