This is dedicated to all the lazy people reading this who hate organizing anything but do enjoy almost anything served ready on the table – whether it’s a picnic, a party or even a meal. A famous saying comes up to my mind here “You can’t always have the cake & the icing too”. I have enjoyed my fair share of readily organized treks, parties & outings.
Once a friend of mine who was supposed to travel to his hometown with his brother had his bro cancel out & so a custom made travel itenary fell right in my bucket. I worked in south mumbai & he called me @ approx 6 pm...i left office in d next few mins, got home aftr dat never endin local train journey arnd 8ish... told my parents, packed my bags, bathed, prayed & had dinner - all of this in jst 45 mins..our train was scheduled to leave @ 9:30...got out of home & made a mad dash to the station... i did all this & reached even before him :-)
Back to the subject of the day – Wedding bells. Na don’t worry I am still single but just recently my sister got married. My family has just me, sis, mom & dad. My dad’s an Arab & hence not fit for the designated “Wedding Planner” position. Mom’s already pretty caught up & hence d coveted title fell in my bucket. Lemme clarify that I do not intend to scare any of d bachelor’s in reading this but there’s a whole tv series I intend to start called “The great big fat Indian wedding”.
Let’s start with the wedding date – unlike other places (outside mumbai) where you choose your auspicious wedding date –in mumbai you are at the mercy of a receptionist in most wedding hall’s & their dreaded diary which has all the bookings listed. I once attended a wedding where I kinda liked the venue, so I took the liberty to check out the availability in case of any new surprised in my life & d guy I spoke 2 der casually told me “yes sir we would be glad to host your wedding. You may pick any date in 2011”. That’s mumbai for you!
Moving on – next on my list was shopping. Now shopping to me is like opening Pandora’s Box. People with heart problems can shut their ears off for a while – A decent wedding dress costs between 15k to 30k. Yes that’s for 1 special night. Now shopping comes with it’s own sets of benefits too – for those of us who haven’t explored the city you live in – this is your perfect chance. Because shopping is bound to take you to unknown, unheard of markets you never thought existed until it was time to get married! It’s d perfect opportunity to gain experience on the streets & become street smart (if that’s even a word)
Now d guest list (notice shopping had to begin even before you thought of d guests or anything else)! No matter hr hard u try u r defnitely gonna miss sum remote aunt/uncle who is gonna grumble abt d weddin in every encounter thru out our lives..so save that we had a list of almost 400 people ready...
nw der was alwayz sum hulla gulla goin ON till d D day... it had finally arrived...i thought i wud go 4 a swim to ease down my nerves a little.. bt yeah... my imagination runs pretty wild at times... 4get swimmin i cudn't even take a bath till almost d bride leavin home part... i had 2 take a shower then or my family wud dis-own me... :-)
1st was d Nikah ceremony which went off pretty well.. den d groom & bride both had to go & change to come back 4 d reception...the official weddin time on the cards was frm abt 7:30 - 10:30pm but we had guests even at 7 pm & no one to greet them...so lesson no. 1 - alwayz keep sum1 posted at the weddin hall well in advance...d clock kept tickin & both of them were runnin late..guests were pourin in & believe me entertainin them is no piece of joke.. i had to cuddle kids who njoyed kickin every part of my body, recvd 100's of kisses frm aunts & uncles, kissed a 1000 people in return...shit happened..Finally the couple arrived & boy jst that sight of my sister lukin mesmerising in her weddin gown was enuf to drown all my sorrows in.. dey got on stage..
no sooner than 5 mins post that - we began catering & i had my 1st sip of water all evenin... hadn't even drunk 2 sips b4 d caterer came runnin up 2 me sayin sum drunk guy is askin them to stop servin food or he'll bash them up...Oh BOY i m still on the lookout for that guy ! i assured d guy mnagin caterin dat nothin ought to stop until i say SO..itz moments like these when u can experience ABSOLUTE POWER... :-p
any guesses on d no. of guests that showed up - well we had almost 600 guests...d saddest part is bcoz of all this un-preparedness - we weren't even able to get 1 complete family photograph of both families togther.. therz tons of spices i can keep addin... bt u've got 2 experience it once 2 njoy it... i provide weddin plannin assistance...pls feel free to call me :-)
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Man's search for meaning..
I recently read a book called “Man’s search for meaning” by Victor Frankl (A jewish psychologist) who survived the tormentous times & then there was this spur of events that has prompted me to write this POST today :
I saw a movie called “The inglorious bastards”
My fav TV show CSI NY showed an episode involving a jewish nazi linked murder case
People today have the guts to question & blame GOD for the smallest in-conveniences in life – why am I sick, why is my office so far, why am I being denied this promotion, no vacation for me this year while here were people who had no names, no identity of themselves except a prisoner id no., had all their possessions taken away except for d pair of clothes on their naked bodies. I can never figure out what instilled the hope in their minds to remain alive. Some gave up on life but most didn’t.
The prisoners in these jewish concentration camps had no right, no control on their fates – they had absolutely nothing. The 1st thing these people learnt at camps was that text books only tell lies – they had studied in school that humans cannot remain alive w/o sleep for a certain no. of days (based on gender, age, health patterns etc.) while here they were – staying awake for weeks at a stretch. Men had to share blankets with a 1:5 ratio in temp below 0’C. The author goes onto mention that a few of his friends who were used to only sleeping with the lights off, curtains down, absolute silence were now sleeping with a dozen men on a single 6-8 ft wooden plank with 1’s feet poking into another’s ear ! Yet sleep came & brought oblivion from the pain of the outside world. Light sleepers could now even sleep next to a grinding machine!
Prisoners were given uniforms made of rags which would even make a scarecrow look elegant. They would have to keep wearing the same set of shirts & pants for months until the clothes gave up all appearances/resemblances of being shirts/pants. The only way to stay alive in the camp was to look healthy & young. So, even if you hadn’t eaten anything for a few days you still had to atleast shave daily – prisoners would end up exchanging their food for razors & soap or else they would end up shaving with glass.
Prisoners would be regularly transported from 1 camp(implying 1 work site to another) to another in trains so cramped that they would have to keep standing as there was barely any space to sit & they would still be happy looking at glimpses of the outside world from the only window (which was tiny as a keyhole) taking turns to look outside, unknowing of where their destiny is taking them.
Upon arrival in a new camp they were marched down in a single line with a commander at d end of it just pointing right or left directions at them. Little did they know that this little finger was to decide their existence in the world. Those sent in the left direction were annihilated in the gas chambers & the 1’s to the right were allowed to live in their misery. A particular incident described by the author in the book was that once when the new arrivals were being counted & they found 1 to be missin – the remaining prisoners were made to stand bare feet in blistering snowfall while the search continued all night. They guards finally found him sleeping in 1 of the camp hutments. They were all left languishing all night & lashed but they were still happy because they had just found out the camp didn’t have any gas chambers !
Astonishingly they never caught cold or fell sick – maybe from the fear of the consequences. They never cleaned their teeth but had better & stronger gums than before. Their inductions into camps started with stripping off all their clothes, then shaving their heads & showers in chilling water. Yet again they were still happy as there was atleast real water dripping from those showers. Their lives were as exciting as it could get & they always had a feeling of curiosity – unknowing of what’s next.
Prisoners were even punished for falling sick. How to consume their daily food assignment was a dilemma too, whether to eat it all at 1 go & squash d hunger or split what they had spread across the day for pangs of hunger. Once the author was awakened by the sounds of another inmate – the prisoner was asleep & was screaming, groaning in his dreams. So, Dr. Frankl almost made the un-forgivable mistake of waking up the man as he personally himself found painful dreams very disturbing. So, he walked up to the prisoner & was just about to shake the man to wake him up when he drew his hand back realizing that no dream (no matter how dreadful & horrifying) could be worse than the reality around them.
Despite all this pain & suffering they had their share of fun too. I was in awe when I read this part of the book – it goes to show how innovative a human mind can get when necessary. They invented games like “Flat spit” or round ball spit – judging how far can a person spit ! They had reached such extents of misery that when a fellow companion/inmate died – all they would do was immediately grab whatever they could off his body. The guards didn’t even feel it worthy enough to a abuse at the inmates or shout/lash then & hence all they did was simply throw stones at them. Beatings occurred at the slightest provocation or even nothing sometimes. Once Dr. Victor was standing in queue for breakfast just a little tilted towards one side as his legs hurt – even this lack of symmetry unpleased the guards & they lashed him. At such moments it’s not the physical pain which hurts but the mental agony of getting beaten up for no fault of your’s (the injustice & the un-reasonableness of things)...
I saw a movie called “The inglorious bastards”
My fav TV show CSI NY showed an episode involving a jewish nazi linked murder case
People today have the guts to question & blame GOD for the smallest in-conveniences in life – why am I sick, why is my office so far, why am I being denied this promotion, no vacation for me this year while here were people who had no names, no identity of themselves except a prisoner id no., had all their possessions taken away except for d pair of clothes on their naked bodies. I can never figure out what instilled the hope in their minds to remain alive. Some gave up on life but most didn’t.
The prisoners in these jewish concentration camps had no right, no control on their fates – they had absolutely nothing. The 1st thing these people learnt at camps was that text books only tell lies – they had studied in school that humans cannot remain alive w/o sleep for a certain no. of days (based on gender, age, health patterns etc.) while here they were – staying awake for weeks at a stretch. Men had to share blankets with a 1:5 ratio in temp below 0’C. The author goes onto mention that a few of his friends who were used to only sleeping with the lights off, curtains down, absolute silence were now sleeping with a dozen men on a single 6-8 ft wooden plank with 1’s feet poking into another’s ear ! Yet sleep came & brought oblivion from the pain of the outside world. Light sleepers could now even sleep next to a grinding machine!
Prisoners were given uniforms made of rags which would even make a scarecrow look elegant. They would have to keep wearing the same set of shirts & pants for months until the clothes gave up all appearances/resemblances of being shirts/pants. The only way to stay alive in the camp was to look healthy & young. So, even if you hadn’t eaten anything for a few days you still had to atleast shave daily – prisoners would end up exchanging their food for razors & soap or else they would end up shaving with glass.
Prisoners would be regularly transported from 1 camp(implying 1 work site to another) to another in trains so cramped that they would have to keep standing as there was barely any space to sit & they would still be happy looking at glimpses of the outside world from the only window (which was tiny as a keyhole) taking turns to look outside, unknowing of where their destiny is taking them.
Upon arrival in a new camp they were marched down in a single line with a commander at d end of it just pointing right or left directions at them. Little did they know that this little finger was to decide their existence in the world. Those sent in the left direction were annihilated in the gas chambers & the 1’s to the right were allowed to live in their misery. A particular incident described by the author in the book was that once when the new arrivals were being counted & they found 1 to be missin – the remaining prisoners were made to stand bare feet in blistering snowfall while the search continued all night. They guards finally found him sleeping in 1 of the camp hutments. They were all left languishing all night & lashed but they were still happy because they had just found out the camp didn’t have any gas chambers !
Astonishingly they never caught cold or fell sick – maybe from the fear of the consequences. They never cleaned their teeth but had better & stronger gums than before. Their inductions into camps started with stripping off all their clothes, then shaving their heads & showers in chilling water. Yet again they were still happy as there was atleast real water dripping from those showers. Their lives were as exciting as it could get & they always had a feeling of curiosity – unknowing of what’s next.
Prisoners were even punished for falling sick. How to consume their daily food assignment was a dilemma too, whether to eat it all at 1 go & squash d hunger or split what they had spread across the day for pangs of hunger. Once the author was awakened by the sounds of another inmate – the prisoner was asleep & was screaming, groaning in his dreams. So, Dr. Frankl almost made the un-forgivable mistake of waking up the man as he personally himself found painful dreams very disturbing. So, he walked up to the prisoner & was just about to shake the man to wake him up when he drew his hand back realizing that no dream (no matter how dreadful & horrifying) could be worse than the reality around them.
Despite all this pain & suffering they had their share of fun too. I was in awe when I read this part of the book – it goes to show how innovative a human mind can get when necessary. They invented games like “Flat spit” or round ball spit – judging how far can a person spit ! They had reached such extents of misery that when a fellow companion/inmate died – all they would do was immediately grab whatever they could off his body. The guards didn’t even feel it worthy enough to a abuse at the inmates or shout/lash then & hence all they did was simply throw stones at them. Beatings occurred at the slightest provocation or even nothing sometimes. Once Dr. Victor was standing in queue for breakfast just a little tilted towards one side as his legs hurt – even this lack of symmetry unpleased the guards & they lashed him. At such moments it’s not the physical pain which hurts but the mental agony of getting beaten up for no fault of your’s (the injustice & the un-reasonableness of things)...
Friday, May 7, 2010
life flashin by...
Well so how many of us have experienced near death situations in their life ever before? I mean seen life flash thru ur mind in a jiffy !
Well not many like I thought… Well u r lucky & I am too 2 be livin today & telling u this tale..a short & favourite pick from the adventures of my life… - it happened when I was TREKKING… so itz a fine Fri evenin & we (me, Aditya & Kevin) were all set to leave for our adventure @
We reached the base @ arnd 6:30 am.. & I was kinda shocked to c that there was no1 else…those of us familiar with trekking in Maharashtra would certify this to be odd as we were in the thick of the trekking season…Mid August this year.. we trek enthusiasts pray d 2nd most for rains btw… 1st d farmers & den itz us :-p
So yeah..where was i… now I wasn’t familiar wid dis trek but Aditya was.. & since he was so sure of himself (having been here before) we decided to opt out of a guide or paid directions from any local… We began our ascent @ abt 7am & were greeted with some lovely showers…Now this trek viz. supposed to be jst a level above “Nature Walk” turned into quite a trek.. Treks are generally classified into – Nature walk, medium grade & tough grade”… So, here we were following in the footsteps of our able leader Aditya who we later realized had no clue of the trouble he was getting us into..
I had by now got a feeling that maybe we are on the wrong track.. but Aditya…being the arrogant guy he was refused to budge…there were no tracks visible… no course outlined but jst a really rough path..few more mins into the trek I complained again only to be boood & ushered ON like goats being led by a shepherd. This time he even added that we are almost there…only a few mins away…that’s the problem with confident people..in fact he fell in the over confident bucket..
Post trekking another 5 mins or so… we reached a point where we cud c d fort walls & thatz it jst d walls.. dis time der was definitely sumthin fishy bcoz even Aditya was lost..he was sweating profusely & acting nervous…we looked arnd & der was no entry point visible…we looked back & were astonished 2 c wat we had jst accomplished…there was a steep hill goin down @ d back… it luked impossible 2 go back that way & 2 make matters worse it even started pouring making the grnd under feet slippery…we jst had a few branches to hold on to & things were really messy @ dis point…
So, here we r me, the gr8 Aditya & Kevin…oh btw I’ve been holding back 1 ini miny secret from u guys… Me & aditya r jst normal humans (Indians 2 be precise) but Vola – Kevin..he was from Singapore (an intern with TCS)..for those of us unaware of this amazing fact – every Singaporean citizen has got to undergo compulsory military training upon completion of his college & they make u tough… so while me & Aditya were both seeing moments of our life flash by us, praying to god & almost peeing in our pants Mr Kevin here was analyzing the situation & figuring out how to get over this.
We cud hear sum noises from the other wise of the walls…there was quite a gathering from all the commotion we made.. Sum just screaming, Sum abusing wat on planet earth did we guys jst do… & sum more yellin… 2 sum it up all wanted to prove we were crazy & fit for Thane mental hospital…luckily there were no wardens arnd .. :-p
Whilst all this drama Kevin decided that the only way out was that some-one had to jump over the small cliff & then scale the wall… no guesses for who that was ! B4 we knew it he already lept over the cliff & onto the wall (the only support me & Aditya gave were prayers from all gods across boundaries, geographies )He was carrying appropriate trekking gear on his & quickly tied a rope arnd him & flund the other end @ us.. now he was strong but we were still picking sticks @ who wud jump next…finally Aditya agreed as he was d 1 who brought us into this mess in the 1st place..
This way all 3 of us trudged onto the wall…Kevin quickly got over it with some support frm the locals on the other side… & we finally scaled the wall.. once over it we almost killed Aditya… but he was so shaken we pitied the poor chap…
We all breathed a sigh of relief having lived an extra life… among all the racket going on… Till date I celebrate my b’day twice.. 1 the day when I was actually born & 2nd the day I was re-born…I’ve given up on all sins that day ON… & yeah Kevin is my official Godfather. No matter where I m on this planet I make sure to call him on that day
& I promise to visit Singapore once as well 2 salute their country for creating such heroes !
Well not many like I thought… Well u r lucky & I am too 2 be livin today & telling u this tale..a short & favourite pick from the adventures of my life… - it happened when I was TREKKING… so itz a fine Fri evenin & we (me, Aditya & Kevin) were all set to leave for our adventure @
We reached the base @ arnd 6:30 am.. & I was kinda shocked to c that there was no1 else…those of us familiar with trekking in Maharashtra would certify this to be odd as we were in the thick of the trekking season…Mid August this year.. we trek enthusiasts pray d 2nd most for rains btw… 1st d farmers & den itz us :-p
So yeah..where was i… now I wasn’t familiar wid dis trek but Aditya was.. & since he was so sure of himself (having been here before) we decided to opt out of a guide or paid directions from any local… We began our ascent @ abt 7am & were greeted with some lovely showers…Now this trek viz. supposed to be jst a level above “Nature Walk” turned into quite a trek.. Treks are generally classified into – Nature walk, medium grade & tough grade”… So, here we were following in the footsteps of our able leader Aditya who we later realized had no clue of the trouble he was getting us into..
I had by now got a feeling that maybe we are on the wrong track.. but Aditya…being the arrogant guy he was refused to budge…there were no tracks visible… no course outlined but jst a really rough path..few more mins into the trek I complained again only to be boood & ushered ON like goats being led by a shepherd. This time he even added that we are almost there…only a few mins away…that’s the problem with confident people..in fact he fell in the over confident bucket..
Post trekking another 5 mins or so… we reached a point where we cud c d fort walls & thatz it jst d walls.. dis time der was definitely sumthin fishy bcoz even Aditya was lost..he was sweating profusely & acting nervous…we looked arnd & der was no entry point visible…we looked back & were astonished 2 c wat we had jst accomplished…there was a steep hill goin down @ d back… it luked impossible 2 go back that way & 2 make matters worse it even started pouring making the grnd under feet slippery…we jst had a few branches to hold on to & things were really messy @ dis point…
So, here we r me, the gr8 Aditya & Kevin…oh btw I’ve been holding back 1 ini miny secret from u guys… Me & aditya r jst normal humans (Indians 2 be precise) but Vola – Kevin..he was from Singapore (an intern with TCS)..for those of us unaware of this amazing fact – every Singaporean citizen has got to undergo compulsory military training upon completion of his college & they make u tough… so while me & Aditya were both seeing moments of our life flash by us, praying to god & almost peeing in our pants Mr Kevin here was analyzing the situation & figuring out how to get over this.
We cud hear sum noises from the other wise of the walls…there was quite a gathering from all the commotion we made.. Sum just screaming, Sum abusing wat on planet earth did we guys jst do… & sum more yellin… 2 sum it up all wanted to prove we were crazy & fit for Thane mental hospital…luckily there were no wardens arnd .. :-p
Whilst all this drama Kevin decided that the only way out was that some-one had to jump over the small cliff & then scale the wall… no guesses for who that was ! B4 we knew it he already lept over the cliff & onto the wall (the only support me & Aditya gave were prayers from all gods across boundaries, geographies )He was carrying appropriate trekking gear on his & quickly tied a rope arnd him & flund the other end @ us.. now he was strong but we were still picking sticks @ who wud jump next…finally Aditya agreed as he was d 1 who brought us into this mess in the 1st place..
This way all 3 of us trudged onto the wall…Kevin quickly got over it with some support frm the locals on the other side… & we finally scaled the wall.. once over it we almost killed Aditya… but he was so shaken we pitied the poor chap…
We all breathed a sigh of relief having lived an extra life… among all the racket going on… Till date I celebrate my b’day twice.. 1 the day when I was actually born & 2nd the day I was re-born…I’ve given up on all sins that day ON… & yeah Kevin is my official Godfather. No matter where I m on this planet I make sure to call him on that day
& I promise to visit Singapore once as well 2 salute their country for creating such heroes !
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Mysterious Gurl...
Ain't life all abt change...well mine definitely is...while i njoy all d change in my life i kinda fear it too..not sure wat i might do...i've becum completely "Radical".. for those of u who knw me - i mayb bold & bindaas but thatz only wid my own close circle of frenz...i m kinda shy wid strangers... herz wat happened 2day..
well i saw a gurl...yeah yeah we all do... but she was realllly sweet...she had a head scarf & was wearin an overcoat (custom muslim attire) & well i m still single...anyway my parents have been on d lookout 4 a gurl 2 get me hooked... so i kindla felt why not... ! well she walked in2 dis courier store & i waited outside... by nw i had mde up my mind 2 approach her & i wud b honest abt my intentions...we all knw hw hot mumbai afternuns can get & so i jst wandered arnd 2 get a glass of juice...i didn't c her cumin out & it was almost 20 mins by nw... normally i/any guy wud jst walk away @ dis juncture.. but no... d crazy me opted 2 follow in pursuit & i walked in 2 d store wid almost every part of my body shakin... anticipatin d unknown (a slap or mayb a friend)...
2 my astonishment - she wasn't there... so herz d receptionist lukin @ me wid her curious eyes...i had 2 cuk up a story of sendin sumthin by courier...pls don't laugh but i actually jst couriered my visiting card 2 my own residence :-)
wait... Hold ON jst a min... i did kinda get sumthin out of d receptionist though..it didn't all go in vain...
i got d gurls name & probable address (i cooked up a story 4 d poor little innocent reception gurl)...so wat say amigos... shud i ramp on or let d memories fade away :-)
well i saw a gurl...yeah yeah we all do... but she was realllly sweet...she had a head scarf & was wearin an overcoat (custom muslim attire) & well i m still single...anyway my parents have been on d lookout 4 a gurl 2 get me hooked... so i kindla felt why not... ! well she walked in2 dis courier store & i waited outside... by nw i had mde up my mind 2 approach her & i wud b honest abt my intentions...we all knw hw hot mumbai afternuns can get & so i jst wandered arnd 2 get a glass of juice...i didn't c her cumin out & it was almost 20 mins by nw... normally i/any guy wud jst walk away @ dis juncture.. but no... d crazy me opted 2 follow in pursuit & i walked in 2 d store wid almost every part of my body shakin... anticipatin d unknown (a slap or mayb a friend)...
2 my astonishment - she wasn't there... so herz d receptionist lukin @ me wid her curious eyes...i had 2 cuk up a story of sendin sumthin by courier...pls don't laugh but i actually jst couriered my visiting card 2 my own residence :-)
wait... Hold ON jst a min... i did kinda get sumthin out of d receptionist though..it didn't all go in vain...
i got d gurls name & probable address (i cooked up a story 4 d poor little innocent reception gurl)...so wat say amigos... shud i ramp on or let d memories fade away :-)
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Thank you my lord !
well welll wellll
i wish i cud say i m inspired by the good to write this post... instead it's d bad, ugly truth of our bureaucracy..
last week i paid my 1st visit to an Indian court.. & astonishingly to bail out someone... they needed a salaried, tax payer earning above a certain amount etc & i fell right into the hole...i had no option to bail out of the catch this time.. it was a rude shock from the moment i stepped foot inside the court compound... we start gettin punished even b4 d judges actually annouce their judgement with the heat... there is no fan in the corridors & it was abso freakin lutely hot... i don't knw why the lawyers even have uniforms when there was nothin uniform abt their clothes at all - while 1 had a plain white shirt/black pant, the other a striped pair. While 1 wore formal shoes, the other wore sport shoes. Sum even wore sandals !!
There is no lift in the 3 storey buidling... helllllooo ever heard of being handicapped friendly !! All the poor elderly people had enormous trouble climbing up & down the steps..wat if a person suffers health issues & needs to be rushed 2 a hospital...they expect him/her to ba carried down all the 3 floors (Min time it wud take is 5 mins) eventually succumbing in the last place on earth any human would want to be. All the peons & employees there r sadistic oldies who derive pleasure from screwin every1 around... there r no chairs & i decided to pull 1 out of the several lying vacant inside those empty court rooms but guess wat... a peon realized 1 chair was missing & rapped me for it... it streches my mind 2 no extent tryin 2 figure out how a guy who had nothin to do except snore under d judge's nose suddenly trace this !
The image we've in our minds of courtrooms from Bollywood movies is screaming & loud voices everywhere, huge courtrooms etc - well i m sorry 2 shatter all that... the judges talk soo feebly - it luks as if they r afraid of deliverin the judgement ! Derz sheets of paper hangin outside courtrooms (handwritten) displayin wat cases r gonna b held there (1 cud easily jst erase a nae or even tear away a sheet without any guilt)... 2 sum it up i've got the mother of them all - We r all used to seeing piles of files stacked up in Govt offices right ?? But guess wat i saw... i saw a bird conveniently nested on top of it all in the heart of action... until l8r... adios amigoes... :-)
i wish i cud say i m inspired by the good to write this post... instead it's d bad, ugly truth of our bureaucracy..
last week i paid my 1st visit to an Indian court.. & astonishingly to bail out someone... they needed a salaried, tax payer earning above a certain amount etc & i fell right into the hole...i had no option to bail out of the catch this time.. it was a rude shock from the moment i stepped foot inside the court compound... we start gettin punished even b4 d judges actually annouce their judgement with the heat... there is no fan in the corridors & it was abso freakin lutely hot... i don't knw why the lawyers even have uniforms when there was nothin uniform abt their clothes at all - while 1 had a plain white shirt/black pant, the other a striped pair. While 1 wore formal shoes, the other wore sport shoes. Sum even wore sandals !!
There is no lift in the 3 storey buidling... helllllooo ever heard of being handicapped friendly !! All the poor elderly people had enormous trouble climbing up & down the steps..wat if a person suffers health issues & needs to be rushed 2 a hospital...they expect him/her to ba carried down all the 3 floors (Min time it wud take is 5 mins) eventually succumbing in the last place on earth any human would want to be. All the peons & employees there r sadistic oldies who derive pleasure from screwin every1 around... there r no chairs & i decided to pull 1 out of the several lying vacant inside those empty court rooms but guess wat... a peon realized 1 chair was missing & rapped me for it... it streches my mind 2 no extent tryin 2 figure out how a guy who had nothin to do except snore under d judge's nose suddenly trace this !
The image we've in our minds of courtrooms from Bollywood movies is screaming & loud voices everywhere, huge courtrooms etc - well i m sorry 2 shatter all that... the judges talk soo feebly - it luks as if they r afraid of deliverin the judgement ! Derz sheets of paper hangin outside courtrooms (handwritten) displayin wat cases r gonna b held there (1 cud easily jst erase a nae or even tear away a sheet without any guilt)... 2 sum it up i've got the mother of them all - We r all used to seeing piles of files stacked up in Govt offices right ?? But guess wat i saw... i saw a bird conveniently nested on top of it all in the heart of action... until l8r... adios amigoes... :-)
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