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This is the second part of our conversation. If you are thinking which conversation, you would have to read this post.

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Are you non-veg?…ok so you are..what do you have..chicken?…mutton..? beef? pork..??
Ok..so generally you have chicken and mutton only. Me too…I generally eat birds, mostly chicken because they are the only ones available. I have eaten, teetar, bater, duck.. In teetar also there are two varities, one which is home bred, the other jungli. The jungli ones are really tasty, but each of them weigh only about 150 gms, while the home bred ones are like 300-400 gms. In fact even the gaavnty chickens are really tasty. Have you noticed they do not have a single ounce of fat. Pure muscle. But you should have desi chickens which are like 6-7 months old. Any older and you wouldn’t be able to chew. You need kachha pyaaz to eat it then. Even broiler you should take 3-4 months old.

…yeah bater is the small brown one. Ok..so you have had bater at mohammed ali road..hunh? There is also another one which has brown spots on it. It’s called chakor. But you don’t get it nowadays. “

I met someone interesting yesterday. Unfortunately the person was the wrong age and the wrong gender. Anyway he was really interesting. During the 1 hour we talked, eating our rotis and daal, he told me so many wonderful facts, philosophies, etc..etc.
So from today onwards I will post one such episode everyday. Here’s the first one:

Everyone thinks their child is most beautiful. Naak beh rahi hogi…fir bhi..’kitna sunder hai mera raja beta’. Hoga ekdum badmaash…ye bhaga vo bhaga..tv toda..’kitna chanchal hai..ekdum natkhat’. Vaise hi sabhi apne aap ko samajhdaar samajhte hain. Kisi na kisi angle se, IQ mein, EQ mein…ya duniyadari mein.
Par sabhi ko naukri aur beevee apne padosi ki achhi lagti hai.

I risksawed to the hungarian embassy today from green park. Though i was an hour late still could catch 40 mins of great jazz. The band was called ‘Cornelio Tutu’. The drummer was especially great.
Once or twice i have to get out like this. Otherwise it becomes the same old monotone.

I have rinsed every ounce of knowledge i had and here it is:

Thought if I am part of the designing, I should be a user first. In fact i think it’s a lot good for some of the thigs i have in mind. I’ll be back with more.

Some of his tricks,” stammered ben, trying to seem innocent.he was for his little mistress. toto did not really care whether hethe little books were full of help and comfort, and as they dressed,words unless you are quite sure you know what they mean,” said mr. and taking his review, he went away to look over a learned pocket. “i want you to read that, please, and tell me if it is legal she enjoys it, and i mean to teach her how to manage her nerves.

“i must, or you won’t have any supper; and that sortagreeable through thick and thin, and when it is perfectly evidentopposite was aunt march – a legacy to amy – in an imposing turban,house, for banners of every shape and size, color and design, flewto see him down here, please. don’t let any one hear.” will think they have done something very clever in running away,” said and is going blindly as i went, because no one tells her what she must ones. jack’s mean sometimes, and i told him i’d dig for myself if he didn’t .

Can you guess what the above two paragraphs are about? I could’nt. It was part of a spam mail I got. Question is who could write such stuff? Is it a copy paste job? Is it the work of some script which trolls and gets text, pasting them together. Anyway it’s like a modern art piece of writing.

So i was coming home from office today, using the service of the great dilli ki bus service. I was at the very front standing near the driver and helpers.
The helpers were discussing one of their enemies, bus number 505, and it’s crew. ‘bhenchod aaj toh laga di hai unki, sabse aagey hain…abhi tak 513 bhi nahi nikli hai….bhen$%^& ……………….bhen%@#$…” They were really excited as there was a great distance between them and the other bus in front of them, so they had lot of passengers. They were also very loud. Hearing all the filth floating around a 40ish old man came in front towards them, and began thrashing them.
“kya bhen@#$# bhhenc@## laga rakhi hai ..yahan ladies bhi baithi hain….tumhari nahi hai toh kya hua kisi aur ki toh behene betiyaan baithi hain yahan.”
The helpers were totally silenced in a moment. Glancing at each other with an embarassed look, they stood silent.

But he was still angry, and began chating with a fellow passenger,” ye log itni galiyaan dete hain ..ki…inki nahi hai toh kya hua………koi kuchh bolta nahi hai isi liye….koi banda mil jaye khatrnaak toh gaand faad de inki.”

Hearing this the driver smiled, “bilkul sahi kaha sarkaar, bilkul sahi,,..gand faad deni chahiye inki toh. achha suniye ek kahani. Ek gaon mein ek bacha roz apne ghar se gud chura kar khata thaa. Uski maa usey samjha samjha kar thak gayi thi. Ek din vo usey mandir ke pujari ke paas gayi. boli panditji, isey thodi samjhayi deejiye, ye mua roz gud chura kar khha jaata hai. Panditji bole, agle hafte isey lekar aana mein samjha doonga. Agle hafte aane pe pujari ne usey samjha diya. Maa ne poocha ki panditji pichle hafte kyon aapne hume vaapas bhhej diya. panditji bole, pichle hafte tak mein bhi gud chura kar khaata thha.”

I began laughing. He was totally speechless for a second. Then he said,”aapne toh mujhe ekdum chup karva diye.”

My most entertaining bus ride in delhi.

I have joined Uzanto. It’s into usability consulting, and has two other sites, Mindcanvas and Slideshare. Mindcanvas does customer surveys through game like methods and slideshare is for sharing slides. My work here would be as an Interaction Developer. Which is kind of a new idea, as it lies in between a designer and a developer.

And the company is based in Delhi, so bye bye mumbai. Everything happened so fast that here I am with just one jodi of clothing and no chances of getting to mumbai for my stuff before 15th jan.

And my number has changed, now it is 9910829201.

And everything happened so fast that kisi ko bhi mumbai chhodne ke bare mein bata nahi paya.

And btw, i, vinod and vishal had an awesome weekend. We went to Kangra valley, namely to Kangra, palampur, dharamshala and mcleodganj. The pics will soon be here(flickr).

Electronically the start seems bad. The only two pieces of hardware on me, my phone which somebody flicked and my usb hard disk which a army dude fried.

Agra is one mad place. A friend tells me their used to be a hospital for the senile here. Consider these, the rear view mirrors of all bikes folded inwards like hands in namaste. A gazillion types of jugad vehicles, with tullu pumps and scooter engines. ALong with ghoda gadis and bullock carts. They can manage to jam the traffice in perfectly good roads. When traffic gets jammed people jump their bikes upon the sidewalks, and which a moment later gets jammed too. So all in all after prateek’s marriage I had only some time in Agra and I couldnt see the Taj.

The marriage though not my first north indian marriage was the first in which i like ‘participated’. Though standing on the sides and looking on, on dancing girls, and other such rituals. Still it was fun. Only it was a little bit lonely, as i was the only outsider in between cousins and their families. And meanwhile i grew a little careless, and my phone got stolen. Prateek’s family did try to find it, checking the servants and so on, but it couldn’t be found.

More of prateek’s friends arrived on the marriage night and we did some baraati naach.
Overall it was a great experience. I felt i was living inside the movie monsoon wedding, though the drama was less.

So here i am in delhi, since. I went to gully parathe vali, chandni chowk, qutb minaar. And red fort. At its entrance there is an Xray scanning device. I had my hard disk in my bag. Fortunately i remembered about it. I took it out and showed it to one army guy and told him to check it personally as it would be damaged by xray. He was looking at it from all sides, while another army vala took my bag and began examining it. For a second while i was giving my bag to that guy the first guy put my hard disk into the xray machine. Idiocy even has limits, he could have told me that either xray or leave or anything of that sort. I was pretty sure it was gone. And indeed when i checked after reaching home it sure was not detected.
Anyways spilt milk, why cry.

And i have realized ,” mobile hard disk is not good for archiving stuff. “

Had three awesome evenings in a row.
Gary lawyer, emanon and anushka jagtiani on saturday at bandra fort.
Tears go by, film by Wong Kar Wai at Cinema Kollage andheri.
Maria sadowska, Wolfgand Haffner and ‘i cant recall the name’ band.

Last sunday was loads of fun. I like running and i like beer. So where do these two things meet ? In a hash of course. You can know what it is here
I liked the concept very much. If you are in a new place, and you love traveling to unknown places, this is for you. just google hash with the place name. If that place has a local chapter of hash harriers or maybe some other hashing group, you’ll find the next run. Call up and go ON ON!!