Entire Evening we managed to click just one pic.. And this was it
Abhishek, Bhasin, Ashish Tulsian, Pooja Sareen, Gurleen Kaur Tikku, Gurpreet Singh TIkku

Inc42 Delhi Mixer @ Olive

Every time I meet an Entrepreneur, I get something to take away. Kabhi Zindagi ki Seekh, Kabhi Aage ki Soch aur kabhi acche dost. However kabhi-kabhi you get all of this in a single shot.

27th October was one such evening. It was a Startup Mixer organized by Inc42 which has become a must read, must follow for every Startup in India. The invite was by filling in a form and then waiting to get it approved. I filled in my form and asked my wife Gurleen to do the same, because of her company www.hareepatti.com and its new product Startup Secure.

Sach kahu to I had doubts about my application’s approval. However, Pooja jee and Vaibhav Bhai were very kind and approved it. So Gurleen, Ashish Bhai, Abhishek Bhai and myself left for the Venue on the scheduled date and time. The Venue Olive is an old property and is still one of the best in Delhi. The mixer was on the spacious terrace and as soon as I entered I was greeted with by a server serving  Lamb Tikkas. I thought to myself ‘Uff….. yeh to abhi se khilana shuru ho gaye’. Jhooth nahi bolunga… it was the BEST.  I loved it and best part was that raat ko jab hum 11 baje nikle when the mixer was about to end, tab tak bhi snacks were being served.

Entire Evening we managed to click just one pic.. And this was it Abhishek, Bhasin, Ashish Tulsian, Pooja Sareen, Gurleen Kaur Tikku, Gurpreet Singh TIkku
Entire Evening we managed to click just one pic.. And this was it
Abhishek, Bhasin, Ashish Tulsian, Pooja Sareen, Gurleen Kaur Tikku, Gurpreet Singh TIkku

Anyways, while I was relishing my first kebab, I met many of my friends Fellow Entrepreneurs and its always good to meet them. I quoted some time back that

“It is said that only a women can understand a women. To that, I add that only an Entrepreneur can understand an Entrepreneur”

Kisi se jhappi, kisi se haath milana , kisi ko door se hello aur jisko na jaante ho uske saamne se muskura kar nikal jaana. Bas yehi chalta raha and in between the conversations flew, ideas exchanged, nostalgic memories shared and we all promised to meet soon. I have to say that this was a well-organised event. Good set of people, mast snacks, selected cocktails kept flowing. Main Course waale Chawal Jambalaya were good and the person serving them Mr Dutta who had just joined Olive a month back was a well-informed person.

 

If some participants missed the desserts then they can blame me. I ate all of them, especially the Chocolate Mousse where I used my  finger repeatedly to eat and spared the spoon. By the way, desserts bas 2 mins ke liye gayab the as they were again replaced immediately at the serving table. However, I made a quick exit before I may again get tempted to try a few more.

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Jambalaya

Have to thank the team of INC42 for this amazing Event and who bhi “Free” :-) . This one event would have made life better for many people at INC42 Delhi Mixer.

Shayad one year baad we shall see a Blog or hear someone mentioning how this one night at INC 42 Mixer helped someone with his or her Startup work better. :-)

 

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Me in my RED TURBAN

The Day I talked to my Turban

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Hi Turban,

We have been together for 23 years and have never shared even a word. Probably you would have talked sometime, but I never cared to hear you.

I saw you first on the Day i was born. My Papa took me in his strong arms, and I saw how smartly you were Gracing his head.

I may not have much Knowledge on who you are, what you do but yes, I loved my father and since you were his constant companion I loved you too.

His handsomeness multiplied whenever he wore you. He had limited choices in colours.  He would either have Brown or Maroon Turbans. And somehow I thought that My Dad is boring. Why doesn’t he try different colours?

I turned 12 in 1991 and that’s when my “Dastaar Bandi” happened & you graced my head for the first time.

 

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Moment after official DastarBandi



The Very Same night at the DastarBandi Function.
The Very Same night at the DastarBandi Function.

Initially, it felt tough.

I was wondering how I would ever be comfortable with this uneasiness and weight on my Head. Never knew that Weight was of a Crown which I would fall in love later. :-)

I studied in a Convent school and it was not compulsory to wear the Turban unlike in Sikh Schools where a few of my friends had to wear it daily from class 6th onwards.

I was very comfortable in my Caps that I bought from Gaffar Market. Some said “Lakers” and on some “An Innocent Boy” was embroidered :-)

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In my Laker’s Cap

It was only at Family Functions that I started wearing you and for that too I seeked help from My Cousin, Brother or Papa. You were just so difficult. Sometimes I thought that I shall get my hair shorn just because I would not be able to tie a Turban.

How silly I was!!

 

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Wore a Cap with Formals too. Here in my classroom at National Institute of Sales!

But time passed and I wore you more often. More so because I started working.

It was only in 2001 that I started gracing you everyday after my job at Appu Ghar.  And the colour I wore  mainly was BLACK. Not because I liked it. But I had a well fitted Black trouser and they matched. Only thing I had to worry about while dressing was about Shirt and Tie to wear. That was easy.

Slowly, time passed and I started wearing you in different colours… Some Really Bright and some really Dark.

This continued till an Uncle who is also an Astrologer came to meet Papa for some work.

He casually mentioned that I should not wear Black or Dark Coloured Turban on Thursdays as Brahma occupies the mind on Thursdays and hence dark colour should be avoided that day. I may not believe in Astrology as much but I just asked myself. Why not?
It was that very moment that I decided to shun wearing Dark Colour Turbans all together. I keep taking these kind of on the spurt decisions and have never regretted.

That was the day I said Bye to Navy Blues, Dark Greens and Blacks in my cupboard. I started wearing Sky blues, Reds, White, Cream, Orange etc.

AStage, where all my Turbans matched with my Clothes. Here in Appu Ghar with Hargun
Stage, where all my Turbans matched with my Clothes. Here in Appu Ghar with Hargun

 

Orange Turban matching with the Colour of Text on my Tshirt.
Orange Turban matching with the Colour of Text on my Tshirt.

 

Clothes play a big role in enhancing moods.

Slowly I started realizing that when I wear Red Turban, I looked good and some how had a nice day. When I wore White, the day was dull. When I wore Brown, I felt lazy and day didn’t turn up well. So slowly I started wearing Red almost 4 times a week.

 

2 years Back, I was supposed to meet a friend in some crowded area and I reached before him. I told him my location and waited for him. Even though he was in the complex he was not able to find me. And then finally, I called him and reached where he was standing.

And I confronted him that I gave a specific location and still he not able to find me.

And what he replied set me thinking. He Said “Tikku Paajee, I was searching for Red Turban” and when I saw a white, turban, I thought this can’t be you.

 

This is when I realised that people link me with RedTurban. And after giving it a thought I realized, it feels Good when I’m in Red Turban, It matches all kind of Clothes too.  Then why not just stick to Maroons, Crimsons and Reds. And so I did.

Just a few years back I used to think My Dad is boring as he wore turbans of only 2 colours and I’m now down to just ONE. :-)

Dear Turban, You have been always with me. Made me look good, Made me Feel Confident, Given me an identity. I would to “Thank You” for everything.

It is said that “Amle ke Khaya aur Burre ka kahaa baad mein pata chalta hai”.  I would add ki Pagree ki mahima bhi Kuch samay baad mein samajh aati hai.

You are my friend & much beyond a Religion Complusion.

Thanks, Please keep Gracing me :-)

Me in my RED TURBAN
Me in my RED TURBAN

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Keep Smiling, You never know who’s falling in Love with it

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A Pic Clicked by Aarti Bhatia jee when I was smiling for myself and not for camera. The Essence of this Blog :-)

 

I have always said Keep Smiling, you never know who’s falling in Love with it!!

 

And for sure I mean it Literally, But I also mean it in another way.

“It also means, keep doing what you think is Good not because some one is seeing it, but because that’s the right thing to do”

It’s an Instance of August 1994. I was in Class 11th in St. Michael’s School, Delhi and was the Vice Discipline Captain.

The duty of all captains apart from many other things was to Inspect Uniforms and maintain order while School Assembly is ON.

Thanks to my Schooling in  a Hostel, Bishop Cotton School, Simla my uniform was always Neat and Complete.

Here in Delhi we just punish the offending Student by writing a note in his Diary or asking him to stand out of the line while assembly is on. But in Simla, it would have meant the guilty student  being abused by the captain,  walking bare foot all day or even a getting your back smashed by a Hockey Stick.

It was one of those days in August when it rained heavily through the day. Even after the school was over.

Our School bus (Outsourced) didn’t turn up and since my home was only 4 kilometers away I thought to walk rather than wait for bus.

What I didn’t think was that my Shoes shall get wet too.

 

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Pic of Black Shoes lying to Dry after a Rainy Spell in Simla. Clicked a few days ago

Yes, My Shoes were wet and it was more evident when I got ready for school next day and realised my Black oxford shoes were unfit to be worn.

I took out my Sports Shoes, Got an Application from my mother citing the same. And went off to the school.

It was assembly time and I was in the line with other students. That is when I was hauled by my supervisor and she blasted at me. What kind of Captain are you as you are not doing your duty and standing in the line with other students.

 

That is when I pulled out the letter from the monogrammed pocket of my Crisp white shirt and handed over to Ma’am. And Said “Ma’am, I’m not wearing proper School Shoes as my School Shoes got wet yesterday in Rain. Here is the Explanation letter from my Mom” On this she asked, “But why are you standing in Line, is what I am asking” to which I replied, “Ma’am, Since I am myself in not proper Uniform, How can I punish some one else for the same”

At this she smiled and went away.

I forgot this instance completely. But then after one year, while coming home in my Bus No. 2, A student 3 years junior approached me and said “Guru Bhaiya, Today Ma’am mentioned you in class” And I was horrified because only there was hardly any positive reason for which I would be mentioned.

 

I asked him, Why, When, How, What.

And he Said, it was in Moral Science class.

Now that left me more confused. Why So??

He said, “Some time back you were not in Proper uniform and stood in the line and even got a letter from home. Whereas at the same time many of your School Cabinet Colleagues never wore proper uniform on regular basis but never failed to show their authority on other offenders.

But you knew what should be right and did so and this was noticed by Ma’am”

 

And all this was told in a Moral Science Class “Be Sincere to yourself”

 

Couldn’t control my tears and I cried in Bus. For the first time, some one praised me and that too not to me, but to 30 other children.

“Keep Smiling, You never know who would fall in Love with your Smile”  “Be Sincere to yourself”

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Keep Calm and Stop Abusing

 

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We Punjabi’s take a great pride in Abusing others. Yes, We may not mean it literally, but Literally speaking it’s gross when we think about the literal meaning of a few of them.

 

Do the people who say it, mean it? Do they think twice when they say the same to their Friends in a Friendly way.  Some times a Father would say the same to his Son, but does he actually want or for even a moment think bad about his Wife/Daughter through her son. The Answer is NO.

 

But then why?

Probably it’s a part of growing up in North India, listening either to someone abusing in family or in markets, Social gatherings etc. is quite common

I’m not sure why but I always detested this!

 

When, I was in class 1st (6 Years) I was packed off to a Hostel, Bishop Cotton School, Simla.

 

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Main Building of my School, Bishop Cotton School, Simla

No, No, I didn’t abuse till then, but yeah was naughty and my Father wanted me to be a BIG Man, A Disciplined Man, a Man of Values, so he sent me to the Best hostel in India.

In a Session we used to stay in Hostel for 9 months (March-Nov) and came back only for 3 months (Dec-Feb)  for Winter Vacations. I didn’t even pick abusing then.

However as soon as I came back for class 5th which was the first soft step of stepping into Senior Dormitory and Senior school I started abusing a bit as the environment changed completely post moving to the senior dorm.

However, Our Dormitory Warden Mrs. Rosalind Barretto was a Sweet lady but Strict as far as abusing was concerned. And if somebody complained of another student abusing then her favourite punishment was to ask the Abusing Student to apologise in writing, and that too by writing 100 times or 500 times.

 

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This Pic of me along with my Sister Sumrita was clicked around 1989, the time I was in Remove C. The same time when I started abusing

 

Once I casually abused a dear friend Deepak Bhalla in jest and he complained to Mrs Barretto.

 

Henceforth, I was summoned in her room & was asked if I had abused Deepak. I nodded my head in Affirmation.

She asked me to write “I shall never abuse again” for 200 times on coming Sunday.

On that Sunday morning when all my friends were playing wearing Home Clothes, here I was in my dorm “Remove-C” writing “I will not abuse again”. By the time I reached 100th line, I got a bit uneasy and wanted to be with my friends outside who were playing and my mind started playing Bluff games.

Thereon, after every 3 lines.. I would miss 3 or 4 serial numbers and then write again. So I finished those 500 lines by writing just 300 times.

We Students think that we are smart but forget our teachers are smarter and Mrs. Barretto got hold of it and asked me to sit in her home and write it again for 500 times. Which I did till 200 times and then started feeling restless and humiliated. Aakhir 10 Saal ka baccha tha.

Mrs  Barretto saw through me and asked me to write 50 more and then I could leave.

What a Relief it was to me and to my Thumb which was looked as it has got dented by pressing the pen for so long.

Yes, I stopped abusing then.

 

When I came back and settled in Delhi I saw every one abusing, from my 4 year old cousin to my 70 Year old grand uncle. They did it with aplomb.

What really turned me off was when I saw my cousins 2-5 years younger using the same language and that too in front of my sister.

This is what I was not able to stand and asked them to stop abusing in front of my Sister atleast.  My Sister was their cousin too. When they did not agree to me I used to walk out of the room and did not play with them.

I was called all sorts of things, from being Dheela to Sissy to Jhalla.

It did hurt, but then what could I do?

As time passed and my schooling finished, the very words I detested started flowing from my tongue too, a Bit hesitatingly, but they did flow. My vocabulary had many, but thankfully my Tongue was restricted to 2 most common ones.

In past years I tried to control it, more so when I was in Home with my family, but kahi kabhi ek do nikal hi jaati thi and I used to really feel bad about it.

Anyways, things did continue and life did go on.

But, a few days back while driving I started talking to myself (I do it often, or shall I say, it happens automatically and there I Talk to the person who knows me the best. Myself)

And I started Deliberating with myself on “Why do I abuse?”

It started from MayaPuri Chowk and by the time I covered 10 Kilometers and Reached Delhi Haat, it had been decided that I shall not abuse thereon.

It’s been 5 Months to that I have not abused and hopefully shall continue for life.

By abusing someone, We are not only Abusing him, but also every Girl, Women and ourselves.

Today on Mother’s Day, I decided to write about it because after Bhen the Next most common Gaali is on Mothers.

I am sharing this Decision of mine with you not that I want you to do the same, but atleast think about it.

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SHIV SAGAR- An Ocean of Foodie Delight opens in Delhi.

It was only 3 Months back that I heard about Shiv Sagar for the first time. A friend posted that Shiv Sagar is opening its First Delhi outlet soon. And when I saw that some people are really crazy hearing this news, I decided to Google it and got to know that Shiv Sagar is a 32 year old Mumbai based chain of Vegetarian Restaurants.

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Their specialty being South Indian Food, Bombay Street Food, North Indian food, Chinese and their Special Fresh Fruit Juices.

I forgot about it soon, only to be reminded on my Visit to Amritsar early this October. Near the Golden temple, I saw a Board of Shiv Sagar and realized that one in Delhi is opening soon.

Only a few Days back I got to know that the restaurant is bought to Delhi by Varun Puri and Vidur Kanodia.

Varun was the Vice President at Massive Restaurants.  We met first at the Launch of “Made in Punjab”  Cyber Hub, Gurgaon outlet in late 2013 and have been friends since then.

Varun had invited us for the Shiv Sagar Launch Event, but we were pre committed to be at “Fork You Too” for an event, so had to miss it.

But we as a group of 10 EATLOGS had already decided to probably be the first customers at Shiv Sagar, Delhi and decided to be there at 12 noon on the very first day they opened for customers.

The Place is very well located at Janpath along with Sarvanna Bhawan and very near to both Janpath and Rajiv Chowk Metro Stations

As we entered the well lit restaurant, we could sense the awesome aroma of Butter Dosas being served on a table. And we ordered for ourselves immediately.

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Also, ordered were Pav Bhaji and Bombay Sandwich to start with.

 

 

The Bombay Sandwich tasted good and the Sev that was added to the Sandwich remained crispy even after the sandwich being grilled. The Mint Chutney was perfect. Not very spicy but the taste of Mint was very strong. Just as it should be.

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The Pav Bhaji was good… much better than Places that we have eaten around in delhi.
We were told that the Pav’s are and shall be Air Lifted every day from Mumbai at 6am so that it reaches Shiv Sagar daily fresh.

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Need to say that many people have tried to recreate Bombay Pav’s in Delhi, but have always failed. Probably it’s the water that makes the difference.

Next on our Table was Plain Butter Dosa. One thing that needs to be mentioned is that Shiv Sagar knows its Chutney’s well. The Coconut Chutney they served is incomparable to any other outlet. I would go on and say that the Chutneys are even better than Sarvanna Bhawan which is a very High benchmark.

 

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The Sambar was very good…. More like a Dal. It was not at all Watery, but a bit thick and very flavourful with all the authentic ingredients.

Sev Puri: I have been a fan of Sev puri the moment I had it in Mumbai this year. Rather I created a video

How Sev Batata Puri Vendor turned out to be an Artist!!  of that person who made it for us, as if he was an artist. And since then have not been able to find Sev puri in Delhi. But here it was at Shiv Sagar. Needless to say, Every time I shall visit Shiv Sagar, Sev Puri shall be a must order.

 

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Fresh Fruit Juices: We were made to taste different juices in test tubes which were a wonderful way to present. We tasted, Pineapple, Orange and Water Melon. Some of the best Fresh Juices that I have tasted is at Haji Ali, Bombay and they reminded me of that. Did I mention that we then ordered all three of them……. one by one  :-)

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Chilly Crispy Idly.  When I Read this Dish, I got a bit curious and was told that we MUST order this. And so we did. And what a wonderful surprise it was. In short and Simple language I would say, that replace the Chicken in Chilli Chicken with Well made Crispy Idly’s and ensure that the curry of the dish reaches deep inside the pores of idly. And here you are. It was the only Dish; I didn’t share with any of my friends and had the full plate by myself. Oh yes… They tasted and they ordered a plate for themselves too

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Upma: The Best!! Any word I say would be injustice to this great creation.

 

Bombay Pulao:  Bombay Pulao is special pulao which is made on a tawa and available at many places. The best I had was in a dingy gali at a Rehri wala in Gwalior.  Seeing the name in menu, it rang a bell and we ordered it. It was well presented in a boat shaped Bowl along with Raita. The Raita was a bit yellow in colour and had a few vegetables in it. Seeing the attractive yellow coloured raita, I first tasted the Raita and it was awesome. After having 4 spoons of Raita, I tried Pulao. Have to admit that either I don’t know how Bombay Pulao tastes like or it was not well made. Didn’t like it and thought it was a bit bland.

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Ice Cream with Dry Fruits: Saw a person on the next table having some ice Cream from a  Juice Glass which looked like Hot Chocolate Fudge. On enquiry from the server we got to know that this is a Dry Fruit ice Cream… Literally.  It was Ice Cream Scoops with some Sauces and lots and lots and lots of Nuts over it. When I insist on the word Nuts, you can imagine how many they would have been.

I saw many more things in the menu Like Chinese Bhel and other North indian Stuff too. Shall go back to savour them soon.

The quality of Serving Staff was top class. Even on first day, they knew their Dishes well. The Dishes were well presented and in much lesser time than we expected.

The Sitting is like any Fine Dining restaurant, though their rates are not priced very high. You can go there with friends, with family or go alone and eat araam se.

HaldiRam’s and Bikanerwala’s will have to pull up their socks as Shiv Sagar offers the Same Menu with much better taste, and that too at hardly 10-20% more rates with Table Service and Fine Dining Experience.

A  Meal for 2 should be easily covered in Rs 600 per person with juices.

I Plan to go there again on Evening of 5th Dec 2014 to Savour other delicacies. If you are around, then do say Hello. I shall be wearing a Red Turban and a Wide toothy Smile :-)

Update: I did visit them the next day too and found that as of now they are open from 12 to 3pm and then reopen at 7. So… avoid going there for breakfast or Post lunch Meals.

 

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DTC (Delhi) Bus-Then and Now (1995-2014)

I love to have great heavy Breakfast and  more Quainter the place, the more I love it. So When I got to know that there is an Eatlo Eatup at Cafe Ama in Majnu ka Tila area in Delhi, then me and Gurleen (I’m her Husband) decided to go for it.

Though Gurleen had a meeting at 11am in North Delhi, she still insisted to be part of it.

We went in a single car and decided that I shall take a Metro from Vishwa Vidhyalya Metro Station and come to office after changing the Train from Rajiv Chowk.

 

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The Meal was OK, the Place was Awesome and while we walked to our Car, I realized that Gurleen has a meeting in Shalimar Bagh. Shalimar Bagh is almost halfway to our home so decided that taking a Metro would take an Hour and Auto would not take more than 30 minutes.

On the way till Shalimar Bagh, I thought that I have to go Straight only on Ring Road till Maya Puri Chowk, so why not take a bus, rather than an Auto. As it is, it’s been long that I have not been on a Bus.

And so, Gurleen dropped me at Shalimar Bagh Bus Stand. Somehow I assumed that almost all the buses shall go straight till Mayapuri and hitched on to the bus which came as soon as I got down. While taking the ticket realized that it would not go to Maya Puri Chowk and hence got down immediately at the next Traffic Light and walked back towards the Bus Stand. Thankfully after 6 Buses drove by, a Bus came which would be going via Maya Puri Chowk.  And I hopped on. Bas uske baad hum the…. Aas paas ka Mast nazara tha aur bahut Insights thi, which I absorbed, Clicked, Enjoyed and now sharing some.

Delhi is Beautiful as it is, aur zara Upar se dekho to aur bhi khoobsurat hai. In this case a few feet above Ground, from a Bus.

Some Things I noticed inside the bus….

  • The Seats are very comfortable and even have Seat Belts. (They must Install Seat belts on State Transport buses too)

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  • Lots of Emergency Exits. But sadly one of them needs a Hammer to “Break it”. And there is No hammer in Sight. So, When you hop on a Bus, Ensure you have a Carpenter along :-)

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  • The Conductor did his Job very well and was In Proper Crisp uniform.

  • Earlier, there was fear that someone may Snatch your bag or Pick your wallet & jump from a Moving Bus. But now as the doors are closed, One can heave a sigh of relief…….. Till the doors open :-)

  • There are some people who are doing some great work. For example, this subway down there was Very Colorful, but Dust had covered it and rather than being an Attraction, it has become an eye sore. Shall share this pic with respective authorities and agar Ek mahine mein saaf nahi hota, then shall go with friends and clean this. Atleast once. Some times, One time is all that matters :-)

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  • The Bus Stops are really Clean and Maintained well. Baithne ke liye saaf jagah mil jaye, wohi bahut hota hai.

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  • In case of Fire, The Bus does have a Fire Extinguisher. :-)

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  • I saw this Poster of Arvind Kejriwal inside the bus. No, I don’t think it was Paid for to DTC.

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  • The City is Awesome, Down there was an Under Pass. And on the Surface level was again a Road and  On top of it, was a Flyover where I clicked this pic from a Bus and overhead there was Metro Train running.  Four Levels!! :-)

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I know,  bahut parr liya aapne, so ab aap agar is window ko band kar denge, to mein bura nahi manunga. But if you can spare 165 more seconds, then do read on. May be this becomes the topic of discussion with someone you meet today. Facts to pata hi hone chahiye na :-)

So here it is…..

I have shared some Experiences from 1995 when I used to travel a lot on DTC buses and have compared them with today’s experience.  .

                                             Difference In travelling in a DTC Bus-THEN and NOW

THEN 1995

NOW 2014

in 1996 , The Student pass was for Rs 12.50 Rs and allowed you to travel unlimited times for a month

Today for a 5 Km Distance, I paid the Same Amount

Earlier the Male-Female Ratio was 50-8

Today it was 50-2. Seems, Females Prefer the Safer Metro, even if the time taken is longer some times. :-)

Earlier The Conductor used to sit in the last and we used to first grab seats wherever we got, and passed a 5 Rs coin and asked some one ki Do rupye ki ek Ticket le dena and he would pass it to his piche wala.

Today, The Conductor sits in the centre, and you need to get up and get your Tickets.. Because the gaps between seats has increased, more so between the front seats and conductor’s Seat

Earlier, it was Get up get down anywhere. I remember, getting down from a chalti hui Bus many times. But once I miscalculated and crashed with my full body on the ground. It was not a Busy road and thankfully no traffic was coming piche se :-)

Today the Gates are closed when the bus is moving so not as easy

Earlier Most of the time was spent on seeing bahar or Snoozing or Talking to Co-Passengers. I remember, Once I told a lady on the Bus ki Unke Khaali kaan acche nahi lag rahe. And she smiled and took out her Earrings and wore them usi time. I still think ki usne mujhe channtta kyu nahi maara :-)

Today, It was same as far as snoozing is concerned. But today some people were snoozing while wearing ear phones. Good Way, Jab Gaana chal raha hai to masti ho rahi hai. And Gaana band ho jaye to headphones will cut the external chatter and shor.

Earlier, The Entire route of the Bus was written at the Entry gate and even on Wind Screen of Bus

Today just the final destination is written. Khud soch lo. And issi Wajah se, I got on to a wrong Bus today/ Thankfully it was red Light after the Bus Stand and I got off and walked back to Bus Stand

Thanks for reading through all this. I/m not sure, if you liked reading it. But if you did.. Then through some signal do let me know. It Shall add more Ink in my pen.  The Ways to Signal are… By Liking the Post on Blog, Commenting on Blog, Sharing on Blog and Subscribing the Blog.
Uff.. Seems I’m watching too many TVF Videos. Woh bhi end mein aise hi bolte hai :-)

 

 

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Band Aid creates Bonds!

2014-11-27 14.51.47This evening after Trade Fair ki Sair and Cha Bar ka Khana, Gurleen and me went to Gurdwara Bangla Sahib.

There I overheard these 7 kids who sounded a bit worried and got to know that one of them has hurt his Finger. I always carry a Band Aid in my Wallet and offered to help. Saw his Finger which had some internal injury and small Blood Clot had appeared which would normally be healed with passage of time. But to pacify them, I told them to use a Band Aid and on application they seem to be happy. Probably a Psychological effect.

Now, they had seen me clicking a Pic & asked me to click one of them and I obliged. I asked them if they have Mail accounts. None of them did.

One of them pointing a finger towards a Friend said….. “Isko Bhej do, iske Papa ki Sarkaari naukri hai, wohi net karte hai”

Other pointing to another said “Iska Bhai to bahut net use karta hai”

The Ones in School Uniform were Bunking School and were afraid that they may get caught. But then they said…. “Bhaiya, Isko faceBook par daal dena. Pakkra gaya to bol doonga koi aur hai”
Why am I posting this?
Because these Kids asked me to do so!

Also because, Though I had a very Special Day today, however they made it more special.

They made me Smile, They made me feel happy!

#EkKahaniAisi

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Appy Ending

APP-y Ending!!!!

 

 

After a Long Saturday night doing Research at Ashoka University, Richa was able to go to bed only at 4 am. She placed an alarm to get up at 8 so that she could catch the train to Vidisha. Vidisha is a District in Madhya Pradesh, where Richa and her family belonged to. She was going to meet her parents after 4 months and it was more special because Diwali was 3 days away.

Richa was here in Delhi for a 1 year research program for creating an App that had the potential to change people’s life with regards to any Skin problem they may have.

The App could actually put a Dermatologist out of business. As once completed, this app could make anyone self diagnose any skin allergy, Rashes, Changes in Colour, Pigmentation etc.  that one may have.

One just needs to Switch on the cam, activate the app on their Smart Phone & then try to see the affected area through the screen.

Derma

After 10 seconds of capturing that area, the screen would tell all about the skin. The Colour, The Structure, The Texture, The kind of Allergy, The Cause, time it may take to heal and also the cure and that too only after paying 2 US $ for the download of app which would come with unlimited usage policy.

At least this is what she envisaged.

 

 

She had some savings and most of them had been spent on buying a Laptop and on paying monthly bills of her High Speed Internet back home so that she could surf more You Tube Videos, Read more about Skin & connect with able Professors who would keep sharing their feedback on her progress and once in a while would also come and chat with Skype.

The Only problem she faced was of Devices, which kept changing (read upgraded) every quarter. The devices were costly and she was not able to buy them.

But thanks to the Scholarship from Ashoka University, she could access their pool of assets and use Phone Instruments and experiment any development she made on the app.

 

By 10 in the morning, Richa was already in the Vidisha bound Jhelum Express which would take 11 hours to reach home.

As Richa had a long Night, she slept immediately after she boarded.

And by the time it turned 2, it was also time for Agra Cantt. Station to come, where Richa had planned to get down and grab some Cholle Poori for Lunch.

Once at Station she bought a plate of Cholle Poori and started eating it on the busy platform as she  knew that the train would stay here for another 15 minutes and was hence relaxed.

Once done with the tasty Cholle Poori and hands cleaned by lightly rubbing them against her faded jeans she went to the newspaper stall to pick up the Hindustan Times which was her daily read in the University Library.

What blew up her mind was the Front page ad of Samsung Note 3.

 

note 3

She thought, Combination of a Phone with so many features and a Big Screen would make her app research and development more effective.

The entire journey to Vidisha was now spent thinking about Note 3. Note 3 had created a spell on her but there was no way she could afford such an expensive phone.  All her saved Money was spent on her Laptop. Also the Rs. 3000 she got as stipend barely covered her entertainment expenses, which would be watching Movie Once every week and on her Love for eating Pizzas. And whatever she could save, was spent on Pen Drives, Magazine/Book Subscriptions etc.

So the only option was to talk to her father, which she did after Diwali. But she was told that though they respect her decision of not taking up the Campus Placement last year where she was offered a Job of 12 Lakhs per Annum, but they will not cough up any money for this phone of Rs. 40,000/-. It partly reflected her father’s frustration too, as he thought once Richa’s College would be over, he would be able to get a sigh of relief financially and also get their home painted this Diwali from Richa’s salary.

Home Painting was a decision which was being delayed for past 4 years. And this Diwali it would be the 5th.

Her Dad told him, if she wants the phone, she should take up a job and spend herself.

Taking up a Job was never difficult for Richa. After all she had topped the university back home. But her plans were different.

This Diwali many relatives came to Richa’s house and they all gifted her Rs 100 as Diwali gift.

 

Happy Diwali

On Diwali Night Richa counted it and realized she has 1200 Rs.

This sparked an idea & for the next 2 days she went to every relative she knew of in the city.

She would go and Say, “Hello Uncle jee, was passing by here so, thought to meet you” And since she was going there after a long period and that too in festive season, she never came without Rs 50 or 100 as gift from them.

Though she had already visited 12 Relatives, but she realized that this plan had no punch as the total money did not even cross Rs 2500.

Anyways, with Rs, 4000 in her pocket she headed back to Delhi. The Additional 1500 came from Rs 500 each given by Papa, Mummy and Daadi.

Though she had a great time this Diwali, but she was not thinking of the pleasant time she spent with family, but of the Phone she wanted to have which would make her app more effective and also she loved the phone itself. She called it a “Piece of Art”

Back in University she got back to her research but something unusual happened. She had missed watching movies at Cinema hall. And this was second in row.

She started saving for the Phone, even if it meant giving up her few loves of Life. She had calculated that he may buy that Note 3 Phone in 9 Months at this rate. 9 Months, is actually what takes a Child to be born and herein 9 Months, she would get her Ultimate Joy too.

Thanks fully, some students in the university were not doing well in their exams and approached Richa for Tuitions. She was already saving those 5 hours every week which would otherwise be her Movie time, so she decided to take it up. Main Reason was because it would fetch her Rs 5000 Additional income.

Eventually in the 6th month itself, she could save enough to go to a Samsung Show room in Connaught Place to buy the phone. She picked up a Black one and came back to University and didn’t sleep for 36 hours. Time which was not spent while exploring the phone was spent by just looking at the phone and admiring it’s beauty. More so, because it was HER’s!!!

Now she started working on it, and as she had thought, the App was completed before time and in a more effective way.

She submitted her app at the Google Play Store & planned to go back to Vidisha and stay there till her App got approved.  She would only be back after her App got approved to promote it

Richa always knew that she would not have to do much to promote it. She had to just give some interviews and focus on one Feature which would enable max downloads.

The Feature would solve many issues of today’s Young Women, and that was Acne.

Many Women don’t realize that Pimples are of different kind too and thus requires specific treatment rather than one size fits all, as in practice today.

Anyways, she still had some money saved with her and thought to go to Jhande Walan Mandir in Delhi, so that she could buy Parshaad packets for her relatives back home. Especially for those who had paid her Rs 100 on last visit. It was her way of thanking them. And for them too it would not have been just Rs 10 Parshaad ka packet but a Gift from a sweet niece & blessings from Maa Vaishno Devi.

Around 5 pm Richa left the temple and took a metro back to University. From the metro station she would take an Auto Rickshaw to cover the last mile of 6 kilometers.

Thank fully this metro had 6 carriages instead of 4, so she could have a comfortable space to stand and a have a comfortable ride.

As soon as she exited the metro station, an auto stopped in front and asked his destination.

auto rickshaw

 

The Auto Driver was delighted to hear “Ashoka University” as he was going towards that area only. He stayed in temporary settlement behind the University with his wife and 2 daughters aged 4 and 7.

Once they reached the University gates, Richa paid the agreed amount and came to her room.

This was her last night in the room where she stayed for past 10 Months. She went down the memory lane thinking how she Researched & Developed her App here, gave Tutions, decorated the room with posters of her heroes and also where she spent 2 sleepless nights just discovering her new phone Samsung Note 3.

Phone… PHONE… P-H-O-N-E… Where is the phone…. she Screamed…. And searched it in her pockets….. her room….. And then kept searching wildly…….

She must have checked each pocket of hers 7 times before she realized it was not with her and have probably LOST it.

She went through a flashback trying to reconstruct the last few hours.

The last she talked was to her Father, informing him that she is at Jhandewalan mandir and she is waiting to see them tomorrow night.

So, the possibility of losing it was narrowed down to 4 or 5 places.

Mandir while in Queue or while taking Darshan, In mandir while wearing her shoes, On her way to metro, In Metro, on her Auto Rickshaw ride.

And while her mind was trying hard to figure things out, Her Tshirt was already wet with the tears flowing down her face.

She actually wanted to howl, but controlled as it would disturb other researchers staying next door.

But what could she do now? She had a train to catch at 10 am tomorrow.

She went to her next door researcher and asked for his phone. Then through his phone sent a Whatsapp Message to her own Phone.  “Hi, I’m a student. Please give my phone back, I Shall be thankful. I will give you prize too. I cannot afford to buy a new one. Please call back at 9810668585. I am at Ashoka University” and then better sense dawned on her and she sent the same message in Hindi too. Then on second thoughts replicated the same as an SMS too. All her senses were super active now and she was hoping against hope, but did not want to leave any thread unpulled.

 

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In the meanwhile the man who had the phone with him is reading the Whatsapp messages and SMS too.

While reading the word “Ashoka University” he gave a feeble smile.

He copied down the number from where SMS came. Then he took out Richa’s SIM and installed his own SIM and slept.

Here Richa was hoping against hope and didn’t catch even a wink.

Around 3: 30 am The Samsung Note-3 Buzzed and hearing an unfamiliar notification sound the man with the phone got up and saw the message. It said that the Balance in your account is Rs 229 only. And he felt bad reading it and realized that the person was true that this phone is very dear to them and they can’t afford to buy a new one.  Reading this the man felt depressed and thought to give the phone back.

He unfolded the paper where he had written the phone number and called to inform Richa that Phone was with him. He told her that he stays close to Ashoka University and Richa can pick her phone from Madan Lal Chaiwala’s shop at 7 am.

Madan Lal Chaiwala shop was known to everyone within 10 kms of his shop. He set up base here 20 years back when he set up his Chai Shop after seeing that the labourers like him laying the roads have no place to have tea. So, he left his Job as a Daily Wager and opened his shop. It was only a Co-incidence that Ashoka University opened just opposite his shop and his business saw a Rocket jump in business.

At 6:30 am the man kick started his Auto Rickshaw and headed towards the University gate.

 

Yes, Richa left her phone in the Auto Rickshaw while coming to University.

 

The Auto Rickshaw driver was in a hurry as he had a Routine customer to pick every day at 8.

Auto rickshaw driver reached Madan Lal jee’s  Shop and then he heard that unusual Notification sound again. He took out Note3 from his pocket and checked the message. It was from his customer that he is not well and hence shall not be going to office in his Auto Rickshaw.

This left the Auto Rickshaw driver stunned.

He realized that it was “HIS” SIM card in the Note3 Phone and not of the person who owned this phone. . Also, the Low Balance Message he read while he was half asleep was from HIS bank and not of the person whose phone it was.

He quickly retraced his steps and, Kick started his Auto Rickshaw and rushed back.

 

Meanwhile, Richa was smiling since the time she got the message, but was still a Bit apprehensive too. After all it was too good to be true.

She reached the Tea Stall at 7 and introduced herself to Madan Lal jee and explained the story. Madan Lal jee Listened patiently to what she said and shared his helplessness in this matter and offered her Tea.

Richa sat on one of the benches and kept scurrying around for someone who would approach her or would be looking at her. And all this while…. Her tears rolled down slowly.

 

It was already 8 and she had to rush to the station to catch her train back home, which she did.

At Station she went inside a STD booth to let her parents know that she is boarding the Train and has lost her phone and hence shall not be contactable for next 12 hours.

And when she looked around she saw a Full Service Kiosk of Airtel at the platform.

She approached the person at the counter and shared the information that she has lost her phone and wants a new SIM.

She Paid Rs 25/-, Gave a copy of her ID proof, Filled a form and she was told that the new SIM shall work in 4 hours. She carefully slipped the SIM in her bag and boarded the train

Richa spent those 12 hours, just imagining the wonderful 10 months she had and also on spinning hopes on how her next 10 shall go, especially with her App expected to get approved any time by Google Play Store.

But deep inside her heart she was weeping due to the loss of the phone.

Clock Struck 10 and station entered Vidisha Railway Station. Richa was happy to see her parents there to receive him. Some thing she did not expect.

Also she did not expect that her Dad had brought a Micromax Canvas Phone for her as a Gift. The thought their mind crossed when they heard that Richa had lost her phone.

They wanted her to feel good.

After reaching home they had lots of talks over dinner and then everybody bid Good Night.

It was already 2:30 am. And then Richa realized to put the SIM in her new phone. She unboxed the phone, inserted the SIM, Put the phone on charging and then configured the phone to her Gmail account.

It would have been just a few seconds that she fixed the back cover of the phone and then suddenly Strings of Notifications started coming which ended at 3. When Richa opened the Phone to check, she froze for a moment. Her eyes got struck on 3 Messages

Google Play store

8 : 30 am : Congratulations your App has been approved!!

12:30 pm: Congratulations, with 2000 Downloads in 2 hours, your app is placed amongst Top 5 Paid Medical Apps on Google Play Store

4 pm: Congratulations, Your app has been downloaded 5000 Times.

7 pm: Congratulations your Google Wallet has been credited with Rs 6,01,327/-

 

 

 

 

Some Images have been sourced from www.google.com

 

 

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?????? ?? ???, ?? ??? ?? ????? ??? ??- Kasauli ki Dastaan

kasauli

 

Was in Kasauli for a short Trip on 14th July 2013 and in the morning we went for a short walk. Half way through the walk I couldn’t resist the Beauty of the place and stopped at one point where I could see the Beautiful Trees, Large Mountains and the Rising Sun.

I sat there for some times and my mind started sewing some words. What I wrote at that moment is presented below.

 

 

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GST

 

 

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