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I think people do take me for a Fool sometimes, here is an example of something like that, I need some money desperately so I planned to sell My bike, put it on selling websites and got funny offers which have left me surprised, I somehow dont trust myself anymore the more I think about myself

The Ad. for the bike says

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Got a few offers  and one came from Italy and here is what the person had to say, he offered to do a private sale via email 🙂 , I sent him a email saying it is available..  The response came

Hello
for the bike the offer price is € 900.
the offer reason is because I live in Italy, and the bike should be sent in my city, so the shipping costs around 500 €.
I want to know, the bike has engine problems? Abuto has problems in
I Await your kind reply. Yours sincerely.
Antonio

I was pretty happy for that Offer 🙂 so Replied back ..

Hi

I have no idea how to ship it to italy. There were no problems with the engine , I been driving it around .. but this year its just been sitting in the garage .. hence selling it

I have tons of spare parts also along with it , almost everything .

Thanks
Bik

 

The reply came ..

Hello.
So you accept my offer of € 900?
For shipment I inform me and I’ll let you know.
In the event that I agree to buy your bike, after seeing her in Italy and above all it checked by the mechanic, if you have problems we should feel.
It is a sign of assurance that I ask you, why
motorcycle goes first checked and then paid. I think even you would agree ..

This made me a bit curious, I wrote back

Hello

so you want me to send the motorcycle to Italy.. You will get it checked by a garage. and then pay me ..
What happens if you dont like the bike .. Who sends it BACK.. and What happens if you do not pay me after getting the bike in italy ..

Thanks

 

And the funniest was the reply.. have a read of this .. first the MATHS does not fit at all and I am a bit bamboozled

Hello.
Just what you say!
So I pay 50% deposit then shipping in Italy I checked by a mechanic. If there are problems I pay less according to the work that will have to carry the bike.
For example: the bike costs 900 € you pay at the beginning € 450 in Italy to the port there will be work to do than controlling costs 200/300 €, you pay the difference at the end ie 150/200 €.
I hope you understand.

 

I don’t understand the Maths as I said , I get 450 .. I pay 450 to port, then 200/300 for something .. so that makes 750.. he has offered 900 Euros.. which means I get 150 euros for the BIKE and that is also up in air .. once the bike lands in Italy I may not get anything 🙂

So basically I am selling the bike for 150 and doing all the exporting etc .. 🙂 BARGAINnnnnnnnnnnn

Or am I reading something Wrong here …

 

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Hello Everyone first of all thank you all for the well wishes and the emails , messages etc etc .

job

 

I have a small little proposal here , thinking of working for myself ,starting a small little venture So Am looking for some talented young people who are good in Programming.  We have a few clients here who want a system written, Which I have already started on.

So if anyone can refer Hard working-Capable- Loyal people who know  C#, Asp.net , Sql Server or even if they have skills in PHP using open source , etc etc Then I am looking to hire a couple of people who can work remotely in India and who can be trusted to work without a lot of supervision, because I don’t have time to supervise them at moment neither the funds to Hire a Supervisor.

Please do send your contact details etc. so we can set up some Skype meetings and take it forward.  I am planning to come to india shortly for the same purpose as already have a few people lined up.

The reason I am asking openly is because Since I am starting new I can’t afford to be duped hence all you lovely people refer me some genuine people.  I have heard a lot of stories how things have gone wrong for some who have earlier tried to set up something like this back home.

I will spec the project out and also can send over the work that I have done so far, I just did not get enough time with full-time work and my part-time stuff. But this project is very important and I am in process of signing on about a dozen clients, hence the need to send work offshore so it is completed on time.

A good opportunity for new graduates to try their skills.

This is a Repost of a article written last year for a competition here , I did not have anything more to write on the politics in india so am Reposting it here Again 🙂 A lot has been written already on the politics-independance day and all in blogosphere 🙂  As such nothing much has changed from last year to today .. same thoughts still exist

Phatte: So, the monsoons are finally here huh? Don’t you just love the feel of the rains? The beautiful breeze that flows and how everything is green in Mumbai?

Vijay: You mean of what little green is left in the city? I’m not really enjoying the rains. My house is getting more unstable day by day. Imagine what a day of continuous rain will do to it.

Phatte: But didn’t your MLA start off some initiative to rebuild houses in the chawl? I noticed the posters plastered all over the place.

Vijay: Yes he did. Just like he promised electricity, subsidized food tickets for the needy and a school exclusively for the chawl kids. Somehow those “schemes” are yet to be started and it’s been couple of years already since the last elections.

Phatte: Well, I think you should talk to your MLA about this.

Vijay: That will take at least a few years. What to do about my house till then?

Phatte: Why a few years?

Vijay: Well, the MLA comes only a month before the elections and then leaves a month after. And even during the rallies and pre-election chaos, he only visits some chawls, picks up the weakest looking kids and talks to the women. We just wave at him from a distance.
Phatte: I know. That is the story everywhere. I don’t even remember the name of the MLA of my area. Why don’t you shift bases then? Go to Andheri or some other place?

Vijay: And wade through the floods? Are you nuts? We lost my sister-in-law in last year’s flashfloods. My wife would rather leave me than going to that part of Mumbai.

Phatte: I read in the paper that the Municipal Corporation is going to take appropriate steps to lessen the effect of floods in Mumbai this year.

Vijay: Why would they? Bollywood even made a movie on it and raked in good money. From what I hear, the people at the Municipal Corporation were thrilled that the floods were portrayed so beautifully in that movie.

Phatte: I remember that movie. I had gone to watch it, but unfortunately couldn’t reach the hall on time.

Vijay: Too much rush, eh?

Phatte: Oh no, apparently some minister sahib decided to take a ride around the city that particular day. The Police had blocked all the major roads for his cavalcade of vehicles to pass. And off course, once the roads were opened you know the maniacal traffic in Mumbai; where cows have the right of way.

Vijay: You are right off course. Hey what happened about your son’s admission to ITI?

Phatte: I’m glad you asked! I have good news on that front. My son got through.

Vijay: Congratulations! You were having a harrowing time about it.

Phatte: I know. I had been hopping from office to office trying to sort out our caste certificate. When I went to the ITI admission office, they just looked at me once and said there was no job there for me! Can you believe it? I explained to him, I wasn’t there for a job but to get my son into the institute. So he just asked me which OBC I belong to. I tell you Vijay, if there’s one good thing these politicians have done, it’s this reservation system. My son can attend college now.

Vijay: Brilliant! What was his rank by the way?

Phatte: Oh, he was ranked 1,75,000. What about your son? He has grown up to be a fine young man. What plans do you have for him?

Vijay: He is going to stay with my brother Raj. Raj is the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena and he thinks my son has just the right attitude to be a part of MNS. Besides you don’t really need any educational qualifications to join Politics in India.

Phatte: MNS? Isn’t that the party routing for Marathi Manoos?

Vijay: Yes.

Phatte: Gandhiji must have turned in his grave the day MNS came into existence. I mean, he tried to spread the message of brotherhood, tolerance and secularism all his life. Now, some politicians are trying to break our unity on the terms of who is Marathi and who’s not. It is so sad.

Vijay: But I completely agree with their propaganda. Initially our politicians told us to be a secular nation and welcome outsiders to be a part of our society. I mean what a truck load of nonsense is that? This is our city. Why should we let others come here? I like that guy leading MNS.

Phatte: But doesn’t he have a few criminal cases against him for inciting riots in the city?

Vijay: Stop being a hypocrite Phatte. These days every other politician has a criminal record in his name. Does that stop people from contesting elections? Off course not! How does it matter if they have a criminal record, if now they are stepping into the most noble of all services: helping the common man?

Phatte: You seriously think politicians are doing things to help us? Have you seen the bungalow of that MLA from Juhu? It’s right next to Amitabh Bachchan’s house. If he thought of spending even 1% of what went into making that house, I think our whole slum can be rebuilt.

Vijay: Well all the corruption and black money has to be converted to white money in some way right? What better than to make a palatial house in the richest suburb of Mumbai. I bet they have some hi-fi cars too.

Phatte: Yes, bullet proof cars for the politicians, whereas people bleed on the streets everytime there is a terror attack.

Vijay: Seriously what is the world coming to Phatte? I feel disappointed living in this nation which is ruled by such characters.

Phatte: Well, maybe we should elect the other party in the next elections.

A sudden commotion erupts. A lot of people start running hither thither.

Vijay: What is happening? What the hell is going on? Why so much of rush?

Iqbal: (shouting from the crowd): Don’t you know? Vinod Kambli has decided to join politics. He has come to the slums to meet us. I am so excited! A cricketer in our area!

Phatte: This is great! After movie stars now cricketers are also getting into politics. Isn’t there any eligibility criterion for politicians?

Vijay: His earnings from ads and reality shows must have dried up Phatte. And isn’t entering into politics a sure shot ticket to lottery?

Phatte: Come Vijay, lets see how well this politician lies and what unique promises he makes to us.

PS:- Image courtsey a Lovely friend Manna.

PSS:- Where are all you lovely people from the Blue Ink society.. Been ages since we have talked to each other ..

PS:- Please also visit  an Interview by Elegant Chic.  I got interviewed and its been my honour once again for the same.

I have been bad not visited many blogs that I visit regularly , sorry about that will come soon to all the lovely people to have a read .. 🙂 take care all and keep smiling

Dosta Tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
Dosta eh Dosti rishta hai bahut hi ajeeb  
                                                            (Friend you are strange,
                                                              Friendship is a relation  which is
                                                             quiet strange)

Khad-jana mere modhe nal modha Jod
Bina mere hungara bhariya
Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
                                                            (You stand by me shoulder to shoulder ,
                                                              without asking
                                                              Friend you are strange)

Mere te kita waar laina hai tu apne wal Mod
Bina mere naal kitiyan salah
Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
                                                            (You change the direction of any
                                                              attack on me towards
                                                              Yourself, without discussing with me ..
                                                              Friend you are strange)

Muh modan lagiyan KYUN nahin si tun khyal kita
Bina tera ton kaun banoo mera YAAR
Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
                                                             (When you turned your face from me ,
                                                              WHY did you not think then
                                                               Without you who will be my friend
                                                               Friend you are strange)
                     
Inna v kyun karda hai gussa
Badalan to pehlan das taan dena si YAAR
Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
                                                              (Why are you so angry,
                                                               Before changing yourself you should
                                                               have at least TOLD ME
                                                               Friend you are strange)
Dostaan bina ki zindagi ,
Gham ghat jaande Tainu vekhke..
Gham de ke , Muh mod ke kithe hain YAAR
Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
                                                                (No life without friends
                                                                  Pain goes away seeing you
                                                                 You have given me PAIN now,
                                                                  turned your face
                                                                 Where are you …
                                                                 Friend you are Strange)
                                                                 

Bahaan da zor hain tun
Modhe te chukan da Mainu Wada se tera YAAR
Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb
                                                               (You are the strength of my arms
                                                                 You had promised to pick me on
                                                                 your shoulders when the time comes
                                                                  Friend you are strange)

Chal Rab Rakha, Jis which teri khushi hove
Use which hai meri manjoori
Tun khush rahen
Abaad rahen mere yaar
                                                      (God bless you, and you live in hapiness
                                                        thats what i want
                                                        live you life fully God bless you )

Gurdas Mann a famous punjabi singer says

Yarri Wich Nafe Nuksan Nahio Vekhide
Manzila De Samne Tuffan Nahio Vekhide
Yaaran De Gunnaha Da Hisaab Nahio Jorrida
Apne Pyarriya Da Dil Nahio Todi da …
                             
                                             ( We should not see any profit/loss in friendship
                                                In front of destination dont see the storms
                                               Shud not keep a record of friends GUNAH/ JURM
                                               Should never  break the heart of your friends)

Saw at a Friends Profile :-

Wishwas ban k log zindgi me aate hain…….
wo khwab banke aankhon main samaa jaate hain…….
wo pahle to yakin dilaate hain ki wo hamaare hain………
fir na jaane kyun tanha bana jate hain………….  (thanks to Dinesh Sahib for such lovely lines )

I am sure most of my article are RANTS on stuff , I was wanting to write these few line since last night when I entered my house and switched on the TELE for the news, The first news on a BBC1, and ITV1.. the headlines was Common Wealth games, along with the pictures of what had happened, Other channels are showing how dirty places are, the threat of Dengue fever.. The pictures are splashed all over

The bridge collapsed

The Village in which the Athletes were to stay… (with a picture of the model room SUPPOSED to be for ready)

The Stadiums

The interview with people who have been shifted and removed

All in all, it was shameful , what India has done has bring SHAME to our great country.. Will someone answer or be held accountable.. 3 years we had known about the games , work did not start till last year… How much or how long will we carry on living the shameless life that we are living…

I am glad the English athletes have pulled out, and the Scottish team has postponed leaving for India. I really wish these games get cancelled… Even if Delhi put up a great show the best show ever in the games Will it be WORTH it after all the Sleaze that has befallen OUR country.

Even if the games go on, what good will it be if the Athletes pull out, the ones whom people would have come to watch …

I have already cancelled my tickets to come, not worth spending so much money when anybody who is into sports here asks me , how much money will be enough for the politicians… I had no answer…

The Sports village is a embarrassment so much so that athletes interviewed from around the world are saying they don’t want to go and sleep in such accommodations.. Look at South Africa or any other 4th 5th 6th world country they would do a proper job.

Is there no limit to our shamelessness, My question to all who reading this ,

WHAT DO YOU FEEL ?

WHAT DO YOU THINK SHOULD HAPPEN ?

are you still wanting for the games to go on … The countries or the athletes who have pulled out of the even did they do the right thing… ?

WHY CANT WE FOR ONCE DO SOMETHING THE RIGHT WAY ?

All these officials, Can i please ask them HOW MUCH MONEY will be enough to stop them taking more,

HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH ?

SM sums it quiet nicely… I would also like all those people who have been telling me or emailing me about how I am looser-traitor , living in Uk, etc all the ones who are ready to give there lives for the country , what are they going to do about this.. are they still going to just say the same stuff they have been saying all along which is one line “I love my country ” .. also… How much more can we take

I was talking to my brother in Delhi a few hours ago, his words are that majority of the SANE people wish the games get cancelled, The educated people understand this They dont want it to happen, the Common man on the streets Dont want it.. So much money has been wasted… Yet again and the DELHI DARBAR has no answers.

SHOULD WE INDIANS BOYCOTT THE GAMES ?

I walked into my office yesterday, 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. 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 , there 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 the hands start to ache, we are not used to write 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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By Pritish Nandy