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मेरे पापा मेरा नाम संतोष रखना चाहते थे। मेरी माँ आनंद। संतोष रख देते तो दुनियादारी में रहता। अब किस्मत ने ही नाम आनंद दिया है तो निभाना तो पड़ेगा ही। ये नाम भी बड़ी पावरफुल चीज़ है। अब सुनिए ये वाक़्या, कुछ बरस पूर्व हम एक समय ट्रैन में यात्रा कर रहे थे। अग्रणी…
It started with this song. In fact it started ages ago, starting with the pungi or been. Used for religious purposes, somewhere down the line it got associated with the snake dance. It was adopted by the saperas who encourage the idea that it is the sound of the been which keeps the snake hypnotised….
I was looking for desktop configurations in google. Landed on a page. It showed me a Bing ad, with the same search words I had used in Google. So the flash file of the ad picks up the search query (from where?) and uses it inside the flash file. And yeah it is animated and…
I like to do my stuff, on my own. Stuff like cleaning the house, washing my clothes, trying to repair my own gadgets, and so on. And I like to learn about how to do one’s own stuff, which means a lot of browsing through instructables, makezine, and off course youtube. I will give you…
I saw Crocodile Dundee recently. It is a good movie. Based in Australia, it somewhere had this mention of a walkabout. Here is how walkabout is defined at UrbanDictionary A spontaneous journey through the wilderness of one’s choosing in an effort to satisfy one’s itchy feet, a need to be elsewhere, the craving for the…
Vodafone prepaidhas many different internet packs, with different data limits and day validities. I was using a 1GB pack with a one month validity. This was not an unlimited plan, and once the 1GB data was used, the plan gets exhausted. My data used was at a 90% level with lots many days remaning validity….
“What time is it?” “hmm..”, taking out the phone from the pocket, “7.50”, I tell him. “At this time of the day, nobody would be out. If a young boy goes out, the soldiers will just take a stick and start beating. I miss Kashmir. But I don’t miss that fear. You know I come…
“I have always wanted to see this place from inside. Finally”, I said smiling. “This is a much smaller shop. If you see my MG Road showroom it is 5 times bigger.” “Oh… what is in that small room?”, I asked moving towards it. “Sit. First what will you have, coke, tea…Indian tea haan!” “Tea…
I was sitting there feeling the warmth of the wollen rug beneath me, and the lukewarm terracota tumbler with milk in my hand. “Bhai, ye chatai kis cheez ki bani hai?”, I asked Jatan Bhai. “kaun sa ye..? ye jungli gyag ke baal ka bana hai. meri miseej ne banaya hai.”, he said, smiling proudly. “Gyag?..ye…
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any living or dead people is entirely coincidental. —————————————————————– I had arrived a day before, but felt like a veteran, riding the official ride of aurovillians, the TVS moped. It wouldn’t go any faster, and I was dangerously close to missing my lunch. My guest house…
