Indians hoarding back everything!!! (including wallpapers) November 13, 2009
Posted by Sandeep in Links, Regular Posts.Tags: emotional, funny, global warming, india, Interesting, Life
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Read this wonderful article written by Ms Piyul on Proact Blog. She discusses how we Indians have a tendency to hoard back everything including all things antique & useless. This habit is inherited from generations to generations. Perhaps, I have not. Recently, I threw away a TV box presumably it was full of bed bugs. Keeping useless old things are just plain idiocy I see.
Anyhow, on serious side may be this habit of Indians have a lot more brighter side to it. India recently featured on some magazines green countries list. Interestingly, we Indians have a lesser carbon footprint than our counterparts all over the world. Because we consume less, save more, use indigenous tansport (have some one listened about Ghudakka – an engine mounted on a wooden cart) and yeah we prefer walking, cycling and more. Similarly, we don’t throw things easily or “Remove from the home” as Ms Piyul Said 
. (Evidenty, you can’t use “throw awa” old people might get offended, use a more polite version instead) .I see there is some logic to it. If you keep a thing with yourself, may be if you need it in the future you won’t have to buy (or burrow or find or stole in some extreme cases) again. One of the striking features of any Indian Home would be a “Store Room” where they keep all these someday-we-will-need-them things. My family too used to have one. I miss it so much.
So anyhow, I was discussing how I don’t have this habit. Like the famous dialogue in one of the Jurassic Parks in which the guy said “Life will find its own way”, I too say “Habits will find their own way”. So, what do I hoard back. Emails, Softwares, Wallpapers, Music (no How come delete it, I’ll listen to it someday?), RSS articles & Newpapers (I have really old ones dating back as early as 2000)
So, guys no matter how modern and culturally deprived (I made it up) we become, we gonna never forget our roots, we will continue to be Indians no matter how advanced we become. And on a funny note, we will continue to download Widescreen Wallpapers from interfacelift.org, customize.org, todayswall.com, Bing’s background, desktonexus.com (this is the best one) and we will keep our music library disorganized and keep 7 version of one song (may be we will need it someday) – Plain, Rock, Live, Lounge, Club, Desi & Remix Version. Just in case 
Just came back to tell I forgot to mention my eBooks folder – it has around 2500 PDFs, oh sure i’ll read/need them someday. I also invite you to Fireworks show hosted at my home which will begin once my papa returns to find that his old beloved TV Box (around 12 years old) has been “Removed from the house”
Unexpected Fog in Dubai and Sharjah November 8, 2009
Posted by Sandeep in My Favorite, Random Post.Tags: emotional, experience, global warming, happiness
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In the morning, here in Sharjah and Dubai for the first time I have seen such a thick fog. It was damn unrealistic. As I walked down the stairs of my Building entrance, holding my Tiffin-carrying-bag in one hand & iPod in another, fumbling all of them to check time on Nokia 5800 xpressmusic, I see a lot of fog greeting me to this wonderful morning. Am I missing something? Where I am?
It might be the smoke of fire nearby or may be a road mishap, I run to the nearest Road to check if there’s an accident. No, as I look over the road, its fog all over, blurring the far away objects & dimming the lights. It was a great sight, reminding me of my days I spent in India. I love fog and I love the winter days cherishing the fog in front of my home, my school playground & college park. I am very fond of fog and my heart has a special connection with it (much like the rain.) Fog reminds me of a Winter season in Punjab, which is like a festive season in itself. Special foods, winter arrangements, thick bed covers & blankets, electric heaters & indigenous developed ones (we call it Agithi in Punjabi) are the mementoes of winters.
I thought fog will be one of the many things that I’ll be missing about India. But apparently its not. According to the people it rarely fogs here in Dubai, and according to my bus driver it is too early for the fog to be here in Dubai. Well, one of the effects of Climate Change is clearly visible now. It was such a thick fog, that otherwise fast moving traffic of Dubai came to a screeching halt.
Looking forward for more such fogs…
Where we are going? May 3, 2009
Posted by Sandeep in Relationships.Tags: abuse, emotional, physical, Relationships, women
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A Day in my Life (Life is beautiful) April 15, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in My Favorite, Random Post.Tags: emotional, food, funny, global warming, Life
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Hi, how are you? Most probably you are alright, otherwise you would not have been sitting in front of computer monitor, and reading a blog of stupid guy, and smiling… look you just smile… you naughty…
Anyway, life’s very beautiful. On a good evening, I return from college, unclothe myself and just (hold your breath, there is nothing like that) run into bathroom and take a shower. Shower – the only thing that can make you cool, it’s been so hot here for a few days (due to considerable increase in average global atmospheric temperatures resulting from the greenhouse effect *I love details*). My next step is the Mountain Dew in the fridge, ah!1 litre is just enough. After putting the whole bottle into my stomach, I feel somewhat comfortable. Now, I am ready for other things. Then watching television, and listening to news and things happening around the world. Then reading newspaper* (actually watching explicit & intellectually objectionable photos of bollywood actresses, ok cool mummy doesn’t read this blog). Listening music and day-dreaming about the new iPod nano I am going to get this year. In between, I am hit with hungry-go-insane-gorilla disorders, you can see me running around the home and beating my chest and making loud noises while gulping everything that comes in my way. There is something special about being hungry all the time.
It’s all okay with that, but life’s not so beautiful, when one fine evening I come back my home and go straight into my room and think what’s more to life then taking showers, drinking colas, putting everything into your stomach treating it as a trash can, and reading papers. I think that thinking is justified after having a terrible fight with friend, exchanging blows with the lecturer, and then knowing that college bus driver has just left you over in the college, and then come home to discover only that there is a lock on the main door and I have to wait for another 2 hours until I get into my home.
Sitting alone in front of the main door, I think “Life is all about making your wishes come true”. My parents wished that I be a good person when I grow up, have decent paying job to support my family and educated enough to lead a respectful life. So, they sent me to the best English-medium school in the town, and after that they put me in college with the best placement records. Now, here I am in front of you people, running in what seems to be never ending circles. Go college and come home. I have already spent 20 years of my life in getting secondary education and at least 5 more years to go before I can call myself a master of business administration. Even after that I will wear a tag called “Busy-busy” running after money and well, more money. Life is looking nowhere in the near future.
And then the critical examination of the grounds for fundamental beliefs and an analysis of the basic concepts employed in the expression of such beliefs follow (ahem, those who’ve got under-developed brain like me, it means ‘philosophy’).But the lifetime of that philosophy is equal to that of child who is never born. Sooner or later, mom will arrive and will announce that she brought a Cheese Roll for me. I forget everything about my philosophy, anger and everything about my life as I unwrap the cheese roll and take a bite more than my mouth could accommodate. Who cares about life? I don’t. I love fighting with my friends, I love arguing with my lecturer, I love missing the last bus to home, I love sitting alone in front of my home in dusk. Life’s so beautiful.
*Well, I only read Economic Times, the one with the business news. Actually, there are no actresses to drool over (only silly looking graphs). Ghosh! You knew that, business people are not glamorous enough
Friend Left Behind February 27, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in My Favorite, Poetry.Tags: emotional, friends, poems
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In lieu of those unraveled joys,
And beside that unjust pride;
I had something that I have lost;
‘A friend’ that I left behind.
He helped me a lot, whenever I was in need,
He was just, good and to me kind;
But I wasn’t careful about him,
Forsaking, I left him behind.
I promised to standby him,
And I often go back to the place,
where we used to meet
I remember, I said to him
“please wait I’ll be back in a time.”
He must be waiting for years,
To meet me, dearest of his dears.
From where, such a friend, I shall find;
He is not in my sight, but my soul,
Of which he was a part I left behind.
I feel guilt, ashamed and helpless,
Whenever this loss comes to my mind,
Tired by my own selfishness,
I am in search of my friend I left behind;
Now I am here in front of you all people,
I searched him in all spheres of my life,
And now as I walk towards the end;
Oh you people! Look upon me as a fool,
Who left behind his only beloved and only friend.
Written by me
I wrote this poem on 6th of August, 2004. This poem is dedicated to all my friends (both online and offline) and all readers of my blog.
This poem has been posted as a entry to ‘Friendship festival’ promoted by my friend Niru… See here for more info
(friendship card courtsey: my friend ‘MAHI’ for sending me over mail, oringinal source not known)
To get love is to lie… February 13, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Relationships.Tags: emotional, ideas, Love, nostalgic
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First it was a just a day, then it became week, now it is a whole month. Yes, my dear friends, ‘February’ is now termed as the ‘The Month of love’. Now, not for an hour, or day, or a week, but you have to make up various excuses to silly people, that too whole of the month, to justify why don’t you have a girl friend. Anyway, it is not the subject matter of this post.
The inspiration behind this post is a TV serial ‘Just Mohabbat’ (in Hindi, means ‘Just love’ in English) which is almost 7-8 years old. But hopefully in order to celebrate this love month, POGO channel is telecasting all of its episodes once again. When I was kid, it was my favorite TV serial which I used to watch with a lot of fervor (and emotions, feelings blah blah you understand child’s foolishness). I saw one episode in which the leading character lies to get some love. This got my attention. Is it just to lie to get love? I did a lot of introspection on that…
I have lied a many times, ok, to get love… I have lied to my teacher that project is made by me (when I copied it from internet), I lied to my mom that foodstuff is made by me for her (when I originally ordered it from the neighborhood restaurant), I have lied to many girls that I go to gym in the morning (I miserably failed at convincing them when they saw my biceps which are not even the size of a straw), I lied to my neighbor that I don’t know about his dog, when actually it was me who took the dog out of the village and left him there only (you know he was used to bark at night), I mean innumerable times I have did this. Ok enough of jokes; I want a serious viewpoint on this.
There are two viewpoints to this. 1) What if someone lies to get your love? Will you forgive him? 2) Have you ever lied to get someone’s love? (Don’t be narrow minded, love can be of anyone). You should forget the one who have lied to you, simply because he* lied to you because he loves you, he knows if he will speak the truth it will hurt you. You, including me, should not get angry if someone’s lie to us just to get our love or sympathy. Why be so angry?
Lies are not bad things… they are just the inability to accept the realities. Reality is sometime full of uncertainties… lie is one’s way of diverging from such uncertainties. After lying one become aware of the consequences, at least he knows what is going to happen. To be serious, if I ever lied it is only because I did it for someone’s benefit. Everyone says lies to save someone’s day are just fine.
*I have used ‘he’, I don’t try to be gender biased, and you can use ‘she’ if you want… (DAMN footnotes)
Little ships… February 5, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Poetry.Tags: emotional, poems, sad
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Art - Little Ship on Dry Land
Abandoned in the middle of the sea,
so lonely, far across the beach I see;
Strong winds take it one way,
turn down other with tides foray;
falling from the sour eye, like dry tear;
Far away, a small ship is going nowhere; Written by me…
Restless & Settled emotions… February 4, 2007
Posted by Sandeep in Poetry.Tags: emotional, nostalgic, poems, procrastination
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As aspirations fall down,
Like dew on green grass;
Few things I remember from past,
Few famous smiles and frowns
Encouraging comments and disheartening taunts.
As I recollect,
The scene ought to be the best,
Me smiling, running, jumping,
To reach for the crest;
Oh ye spot the difference now,
Same me, same scene;
But still difference in me
How poor I can be, you may guess;
Laying down in my bed,
And thinking how I can win,
While doing the rest.
- Written by me
ok we all have this habit, when we go to bed and before sleep we think about some thing, person, idea, place, emotions, feelings a lots of unmentionable things. I think about my failures. I think about my rejections. I think about my plans which have miserably failed… I remember few inspirational songs… I remember few nice comments… some taunts… I recall how enthusiastic I was… I listen voices… “Sandeep bhaiya, when I grow up I want to be like you, head boy“- (of my 6-7 year old friend), ” Sandeep you are intelligent, but be quiet in the class” -(of my computer teacher), “I know your calibre, that’s why I give you opportunities”- (my english teacher), “You are such a prominent person that you are being watched” – (my school principal), “You will suceed, ofcourse” (my coaching sir)
I find ways so I can escape all these, I think about my future plans. Then about a sweet and the most lovable person of my life… and then I fall asleep to sweet dreams…
