Archive for September, 2012

This is going to be another of those “THOSE” posts , I am not sure what I am wanting to write or say , other than a couple of observations, I was at work outside an Arena where they have late night gigs or shows etc.   People had to enter the premises , show their ticket , The bouncer at the gate tore about 80% of the ticket and gave back a little stub.

Now this is where I had a thought , we all go on and on and onnnnnnnnnnnnn about how to do less wastage etc , then why do everywhere they have such big tickets especially if it is to be torn away, and Since I have paid why don’t  I get to keep the 80% of the ticket..

I WANT THAT The bigger Stub, I have Spent my hard earned money on it ..  the little stub can be kept by the organisers at the gate, they make MORE profit.. get back 20% of the ticket toooo .. They are mean

Dont you think it’s a genuine concern, moreover if I have entered the venue then why tear the ticket, why not just keep the whole of it, the stub that is left is also kept very safely ,  lest we lose it and at some stage we are asked to show the other piece or risk being thrown out of the venue..

It’s the same when one is travelling on a train, you hold on to that ticket because the ticket checker will come and you need it .. But when you are flying why do we need to Hold on to that stub for dear life ..

once you are on the plane..   you still hold on to it .. there is no need for that ….

it’s not as if half way into the flight a  ticket checker is going to come and say “TICKETS PLEASEEEEE””” . .. oh god I don’t have it ..

STOP THE PLANEEEEEEEEEE … Throw this person out of the DOOR ..

Talking about planes

What is this with number 13, the paranoia behind it and all.. Have you seen there is no row 13 on the plane .. I asked the stewardess why so ..

“oh because people think its unlucky to sit in row 13..”

Well there is not that much thinking being done, is there ?

Now I don’t say I am an expert or anything , but have a THINK, you are flying , munching on to those peanuts that they give you, suddenly at 33,000 ft when you having a large scotch in hand.. . all of a sudden

Row 13 seat A to F  drops off under the fuselage.. swishhhhhhhhh… Just like that .. GONE .. A huge hole under the fuselage and the row vanishes.. while everyone else carrying on with what they are doing .. Have you seen that …  I have never seen that

People in row 12 turning back and saying oooh that was lucky .. Wasn’t it

People in row 14 saying ooh brilliant .. look at that leg room Brilliant , I did not even pay for it .. for that extra leg room, if you are flying by Ryan air or other cheap airline you have to pay for that extra leg room ..

So anyway row 13 does not exist ..

Yet there is no space between row 12 and 14.. If one is so paranoid then should they not have a dummy row but not fill it.. I mean Are they hoping that when bad has to happen it will suddenly forget the maths..

God of death is coming to get Mr. Mann in Row 13..  Reaches up to row 12.. AH ha next row is MY MAN.. but oops one step it changes to Row 14.. Mr. Mann has a lucky escape just because he is sitting on Row 14 🙂   It does not happen that way..

Anyway just a few thoughts.. Have a great day ..

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1 to 8 You can read here – First part of  Some facts about Punjab and Being a Punjabi – 1

9. If we use Mc and BC  (vulgar curses) more than 4 -5 times in a sentence with you. IT MEANS WE LOVE YOU A LOT…

10.  A Glassy in hand is better than two in a bottle

11:- After 6th peg( shot of whiskey) the favourite dialogue is “HAALE DOOJA HAI YAAR” (its only the Second one)

12. BULLET, TILLE WAALI JUTTI, RayBANS, OPEN JEEP and Woofers  make a PUNJABI

13 You are either born normal and boring or you are born PUNJABI.

14. It doesn’t matter where you from bangalore, Mysore,Tamilnadu, Kerala, AP we think you are all MADRASI

15. Ulle de Pathe and Khote de puttar.. or Sher da puttar  you definitely a Punjabi.

16. Canada and UK part of Punjab. PERIOD…….

17KAL SE DIETING SHURU (dieting from tomorrow) – Favourite line we say EVERYDAY

Ps:- Message of the day … AGAIN I know..

Please Honk slowly.. My country is SLEEPING.. You might disturb it from its sleep..

PS:- Thank you for all the emails and comments regarding the problem mentioned in previous post, I have a lot of info , have sent it , I am better prepared

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Update:- 15-12-2012

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Some facts about Punjab and Being a Punjabi –  3

I was reading a post by Irfaan,  which reminded me of this post I had earlier written, The art of Letter writing is becoming a endangered species ..

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I walked into my office , the lady at the reception was sitting.

“Good morning Liz”…
“Good morning Bikraaaaam”. (This is how they pronounce my name)…

As I walked past her, she called me back, “Bik, I have something for you,” she had a blue envelope in her hands, passed it on to me … it was one of AIRMAIL Aerogramme that we had in India to post abroad.

OH MY GOD… I was like in shock… it’s the last thing I was expecting… A Letter for me … I mean we are in 21st century… Letters are not heard of I mean the Hand-Written ones , Now is the time of Blogs, Emails, Scraps, and SMS… Tweets etc… Off liners… Chats… Facebook…

Believe me it was nostalgic moment, I opened the letter carefully, cause the gum is bad and you have to tear off the corners to open it, I did not want to spoil anything. The letter was from my youngest MAASI (mum’s sister). All this time I had forgotten her Birthday was same as mine 11th November, and she wrote a letter to me. SHAME ON ME…

It was such a great feeling, I have so many handwritten letters from lots of people, When I had come to UK, I had made sure I brought all those with me, I am a sucker for such nostalgic stuff. I reached home and opened my box of Emotions-Memories-Warmth-Love, even when some of these have got torn and faded the memories they evoke are rich and resonant. So many memories came flooding back, not all Emails, SMS messages, Scraps invoke such emotions.

Oh all those lovely memories, I agree that world has changed and its time of technology, so many emails are sent every day, But imagine the Hand written letters, those carefully chosen words, written slowly, Imagine the thought going behind the words being written, then the time it took to reach, even though the news by that time was late yet it brought all that JOY, HAPINESS, WARMTH, TEAR, SORROW, everything with it and then you sat down to REPLY to it.

I remember I use to have a girl in my class, she later started to tie rakhi to me, immigrated to Australia after my 10th class, she use to write letters to me, every other week I use to get a letter, which I have till today all saved up, the fun things written in them, how she was finding living in Oz, what she was doing, the new people she was meeting, I knew her friends as she knew them there. I replied back to her telling her what is going on my side, my college days, what i was doing…

I also remember a few of my friends writing to me, The best are the letters that my dad wrote to me when I was in hostel , though they were basically STUDY HARD, STUDY and STUDY… yet thinking of them and seeing them brings back memories. My mother use to write to me in Punjabi, some of the words she used in the letters are sort of lost from the vocabulary now, the warmth – the sweetness- the love affection in it all.

These days all you get is a 160 character SMS or an occasional card especially on Birthdays, that too with 4 or maximum 5 words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” “LOVE abcd”. I used to write long letters myself, I remember pestering people in the end of the letter why don’t they write more.

In School where I was studying SUNDAY use to be the Letter writing day, we were given the Blue inland letters , their use to be a special sitting, 10AM the bell would ring, all the students were to go to the dining hall, where the prefect would distribute the letter, while we wrote, then he would collect them and mark from his list who all have not given. It was compulsory to write, I remember I use to write 3 letters , To my parents , To my Grandparents Both sets.. Sometimes if I was in good mood write to other relatives, the letters were posted every Monday morning, so by the next week the wait started for the reply.

Lunch was at 1:30Pm, after lunch around 2pm all of us use to rush to the helper (BidhiChand was his name), he would have the letters that had come to us, he would distribute them, it was good moment if you got a letter , sad time if you did not, but nevertheless it was exciting.

Nowadays you start to write I am sure, hands start to ache, we are not used to writing anymore. It gives a very warm feeling when I check a handwritten letter from a close friend even after couple of years, the personal touch is missing in most of the communiqués that we send and receive these days. The Intimacy between the person who is writing and the one who has received the letter, sometimes you wonder that will the person you have written read the words as you have written, Will they understand the true meaning, the emotion behind those words.

If they don’t , then you write more to explain it all :), Wrote with more sincerity since it took longer to write, the heart to heart conversation that was etched on the paper, And the best thing was the beautiful stamps that were used.

Not all the emails or sms have the same magic as of those handwritten letters.

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Thursday Challenge : WONDERFUL ((Anything you think is or looks )

Well friends tell me isn’t nature Wonderful here is some proof of it all ..  I did think for a moment to give some captions or descriptions to the pictures But Could not find the right words to do justice to the beautiful – WONDERFUL nature…

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Hi I have had a few emails asking me to update my about me page and asking me other questions , So I thought of putting up this post that I had written a few years back, It still stands correct .. hopefully you can know me a bit more after reading this one 🙂  Also there are some who have been emailing a couple of my friends asking them what sort of person I am , I don’t know why it is necessary to ask and why not ask me directly, (by all means please skip reading as its nothing but stupid stuff)..  I want to say to them

pooch-tay haiN wo ke BIKRAM kaun hai
koi batlaaye humain ki hum batlaayen KYA

(they ask who Bikram is, Someone Tell me What DO I TELL THEM)

You know we go to some sites they ask us to create our profiles etc , and then write something about ourself .. The dating sites.. Blogging sites.. etc etc (yeah before everyone raises their eyebrows.. I am talking general.. I don’t visit dating sites , yeah Well actually not that OFTEN he he he )

So what do we write in there, do we know about ourselves so much as we think, or is it people around us who know us better.

Here is an attempt of what I think of myself Loads of people who read will differ because many of you have not met me.. or know me as a person.. But still I am assuming quiet a few would have an inkling of HOW I am.. “Liar, Honest, Pathetic, dependable etc etc , I have been called all these names.. ”

I think of myself as a Normal, common man having same aspirations as millions have, nothing out of blue.. I just want to be a millionaire, have tons of girl friends he he he .. no jokes apart..

Really I never had very high aspirations, I never had a thought of coming abroad, Not even till my final year in college. I was a normal kid, not good in studies but ok in sports.. Always wanted to be in the indian army..

Sat for the IMA exams 4 times cleared Each time, but for some reason SSB interview I was not good enough and for some odd reason I come abroad and am an officer here.. Not going through the SSB interview was one thing that hurt me, cause had not thought of any other thing, always was so sure I will get through the army.. Even joined a coaching place , talked to a few officers , my uncle was a brigadier , he was like There is no way I WILL NOT get through, it was on the BOARD.. anyway it happened and it HURT…

I am very emotional I must say, I have tears coming sometimes when I am alone thinking of stuff just random stuff.. don’t know if that is Pathetic or what…

I have made some wrong decisions and I accept them, but that’s what makes us what we are Today I think. It’s all these silly, stupid things we have all done while growing up that we Now KNOW are silly and stupid. If we had not then We would not know.

Back home in india I use to love going to movies or chilling with mates, We had such a big group, did some naughty things together, brings a smile on my face now.. Have had a pretty decent life so far. I have written about these incidents now and then ….

I miss people a lot, I remember almost everything that has happened so far, I can fairly remember the faces of all the people I know and there Names too.. And Yeah something weird I remember most of the Phone numbers. I also miss my home.

I hate people who are two-faced, to me IF you have said something or you have promised something then its a MAN’s word why should you step back from it AND or BUT In case you have to step back then you should be MAN enough to accept and be sorry , Rather than make excuses, which is the normal trend I feel nowadays, You promise something and when one cant do it then its easy to ignore thinking it will go away, I mean why yeah it will hurt if you own up, But then it makes it easier in life to move forward , to go and do the next thing…

I am of the belief that you should stand by your friends right or wrong, that’s what friends are for, no matter what, I rarely have made enemies but I am positive of one thing that if I cut off with someone than that person has no chance of being back in my good books 🙂 And if you are my enemy then You can bet your _ _ _ _ you will know it. I am not the one who will keep it in my heart , If I don’t like you .. You will be the first person to know about it, A bit rude but then that’s me and I don’t back down.. A lot of times things have been going fine but because of this attitude I have sometimes whirled the pool a bit, A bad point in me I know.

I hate a lot of things in me , and I try had to change that aspect of me.. 

Why am I so emotional

Why am I such an idiot

Why am I like this

Why does it matter to me if the world is collapsing, or the neighbour’s house is being burgled. Why do I have to stop when I see a guy following a girl and trying to pinch her purse or harass her, Who the hell is she or he to me .. WHY do I do that..

Why did I need to interfere when the guy who was drunk fell down on the pavement and Two other guys were going through his pockets and His mates who he had come with, were standing there being a spectator and Laughing over the stupidness of their friend.

These questions are constantly disturbing me, I constantly think of ways to change myself but I fail miserably …

Great. did it as I said its difficult to write about ourselves .. don’t know what else to write anyway this was something about me… Now all who read know a bit more about me 🙂