Yet another chapter is coming to an end. In another week I shall wave good bye to Delhi at least for the time being. Being in the media and aspiring to do something good for the nation (Now don't say, go die!) New Delhi is inevitable. How much ever you don't like the place it beholds a zillion opportunities.
Every time I go back from Delhi after my short stay I go back a wiser man, or at least I think so. This stint was no different. Delhi taught me many things:
(1) Police all over the country are fools, some are bloody fools (they try to enforce the law).
(2) Delhi's street book shops and second hand book shops have a better collection than the actual high rated book shops in the place.
(3) People in Delhi so want to look good that they forget to actually be good.
(4) It doesn't matter where you are working or what you are working as, it all depends on how you work (Recent discovery- UNESCO driver owns a Honda City and a Merc A class).
(5) When you hire a rickshaw if the driver quotes a sum, quote ten less than half the amount unless the sum is less than 30. For eg: If the driver says 100 say 40.
(6) The best way to make friends in Delhi is by swearing in Hindi and letting others know you know those words.
(7) A quarter bottle of rum is as expensive as a bottle of mineral water or slightly higher.
(8) Aaloo is the national vegetable. It is A-loo or no to loo.
(9) If you ever feel like enjoying nature and going for a walk, take a train and go to Haryana or Haridwar, it is just not possible in Delhi.
(10) Delhi traffic is so pathetic that you can walk the distance faster.
(11) Even before the latest t shirts and gadgets hit the market, try going to palika bazar of chor bazar...chances are you'll see them coming out only next week in the actual stores but you can for sure pick up an authentic fake one off there.
(12) And last but not the least, if you ever develop a fever, always consult a doctor, a good one too! Chances are it is not just a fever, there might be some attached file with it.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
aalo!!!!!
Hi
I don't know how many of you shares this predicament of mine to have aalo daily and that in all forms and sizes! I never knew I could get bored of a vegetable so much.
Now if you people think I am exaggerating I'll take you through the menu. Afternoon for lunch; palak aalo and roti, now at least you get to see something green for a change in contrast to oil and masala as always. Dinner, after much debating about eating out and sticking to the hostel food decided on the latter...the menu looked pretty good, some chaval, freshly prepared yet cold roti's, dal and...and...again aalo! mixed with some vegetable whose name I know not. After all that aalo in a day you can imagine how a Southie's system might react, true to my intuition my tummy started to rumble and giving hazard signals. It manifested in all forms which I wouldn't want to explain here, but feel free to let your imagination run wild! Anyhow with great difficulty caught some sleep! Morning went for breakfast, saw some bread toast, happy I was until I took one in my hands to see it wasn't bread toast, it was sandwich with aalo in it!! Bread toast with aalo!!!
This my friend is what I am going through and people complain of gastric problems and starch in food!
There is a malayalam movie by the name "Katha parayumbol" of which the bollywood flick 'Billu Barber' is a bad adaptation. In that movie there is a song about rubber and how much the malayali's love it and how it is inevitable for the malayalis...aalo reminds me of it.
for those mallus who read the blog and for the more adventurous non mallus who want to hear some tongue twisting hilarious song, here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X18sxlrUG6s
It is interesting how each place has its characteristics...
If it is baingen to Andhra, coconut oil to mallus, thaiyiru saadam (curd rice)to tamilians...here is aalo for the delhi, just that aalo can be more called a Northie favorite, much to my distress!
I don't know how many of you shares this predicament of mine to have aalo daily and that in all forms and sizes! I never knew I could get bored of a vegetable so much.
Now if you people think I am exaggerating I'll take you through the menu. Afternoon for lunch; palak aalo and roti, now at least you get to see something green for a change in contrast to oil and masala as always. Dinner, after much debating about eating out and sticking to the hostel food decided on the latter...the menu looked pretty good, some chaval, freshly prepared yet cold roti's, dal and...and...again aalo! mixed with some vegetable whose name I know not. After all that aalo in a day you can imagine how a Southie's system might react, true to my intuition my tummy started to rumble and giving hazard signals. It manifested in all forms which I wouldn't want to explain here, but feel free to let your imagination run wild! Anyhow with great difficulty caught some sleep! Morning went for breakfast, saw some bread toast, happy I was until I took one in my hands to see it wasn't bread toast, it was sandwich with aalo in it!! Bread toast with aalo!!!
This my friend is what I am going through and people complain of gastric problems and starch in food!
There is a malayalam movie by the name "Katha parayumbol" of which the bollywood flick 'Billu Barber' is a bad adaptation. In that movie there is a song about rubber and how much the malayali's love it and how it is inevitable for the malayalis...aalo reminds me of it.
for those mallus who read the blog and for the more adventurous non mallus who want to hear some tongue twisting hilarious song, here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X18sxlrUG6s
It is interesting how each place has its characteristics...
If it is baingen to Andhra, coconut oil to mallus, thaiyiru saadam (curd rice)to tamilians...here is aalo for the delhi, just that aalo can be more called a Northie favorite, much to my distress!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
It is indeed a small world!
Hi
One fine Monday evening, going back from work, I was wondering what can be my next blog post. As a person who just started to blog, I'm enthusiastic and all excited about keeping my blog up to date. When I felt a dearth for topics, an incident gave me the inspiration for this latest post.
It was a very busy day in office, unusually busy!! At 18.45 I am frantically trying to keep deadlines before my boss looks at me as if I am the biggest sinner in the world. It is then that one of my friends in Hyderabad messages me asking for directions to go home from work by shared auto rickshaws and shared cabs. Now, my fascination for this mode of transportation is well known in my friends circles. I sitting in Delhi, 1600 kms away from Hyderabad down south directed or at least helped my friend go back home via shared auto rickshaws.
I don't claim it to be a great achievement nor do I say this is unheard of, but in me it evoked a couple of thoughts:
How we have reduced distances...I don't feel far from anybody. Even though 3400 kms away form my home, I know what is going on at home. I miss many of my friends but all I need to do is put in a text message or give them a call. Distances and boundaries cease to exist now. No, I am not arriving at concluding the world is a global village!
Working in a knowledge management platform, I am seeing the practical applications of technology on a daily basis, because my job demands it. But once faced with a real life experience for myself, I can't help but think what an easy world we live in where everything is there at your fingertips.
Thanks to the many dreary looking bunch of people whom we occasionally calls losers who did put their grey matter to good use!!!
One fine Monday evening, going back from work, I was wondering what can be my next blog post. As a person who just started to blog, I'm enthusiastic and all excited about keeping my blog up to date. When I felt a dearth for topics, an incident gave me the inspiration for this latest post.
It was a very busy day in office, unusually busy!! At 18.45 I am frantically trying to keep deadlines before my boss looks at me as if I am the biggest sinner in the world. It is then that one of my friends in Hyderabad messages me asking for directions to go home from work by shared auto rickshaws and shared cabs. Now, my fascination for this mode of transportation is well known in my friends circles. I sitting in Delhi, 1600 kms away from Hyderabad down south directed or at least helped my friend go back home via shared auto rickshaws.
I don't claim it to be a great achievement nor do I say this is unheard of, but in me it evoked a couple of thoughts:
How we have reduced distances...I don't feel far from anybody. Even though 3400 kms away form my home, I know what is going on at home. I miss many of my friends but all I need to do is put in a text message or give them a call. Distances and boundaries cease to exist now. No, I am not arriving at concluding the world is a global village!
Working in a knowledge management platform, I am seeing the practical applications of technology on a daily basis, because my job demands it. But once faced with a real life experience for myself, I can't help but think what an easy world we live in where everything is there at your fingertips.
Thanks to the many dreary looking bunch of people whom we occasionally calls losers who did put their grey matter to good use!!!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
What am I?
I was born on October 17, 1986. Was Christened Arun John after some months of debating if a name would do any good to the character I'm now unknown at that time.
So am I
Arun John son of John Mary and Prema.K?
Am I the eldest grandson of K. Augustine Joseph and Achamma Joseph?
Am I a malayali without oiled hair and hair neatly parted to the LEFT?
Am I an Indian?
Am I em employee of some company?
Am I an ex-HCU?
Am I an ex-Loyolite?
What is my identity?
Can I ever be Arun John without any tags attached?
So am I
Arun John son of John Mary and Prema.K?
Am I the eldest grandson of K. Augustine Joseph and Achamma Joseph?
Am I a malayali without oiled hair and hair neatly parted to the LEFT?
Am I an Indian?
Am I em employee of some company?
Am I an ex-HCU?
Am I an ex-Loyolite?
What is my identity?
Can I ever be Arun John without any tags attached?
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