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Unsung Poetry: Comfort versus Happiness
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Friday, July 4, 2008. Joint at the hip like a pair of twins. Take one and the other will come it seems. But like the lonely child of lovers asunder. I live with one without the other. Without asking myself what I really sought. I hammered away at my life that was fraught. With regrets and greeds of comforts I yearned. And while hunting my goal many things I spurned. Things that I thought were distractions in the way. The love and the happiness which though I craved. Bundled with riches, or so I was told.
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Mumbai - An Addiction: On the Job Training
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Wednesday, April 29, 2009. On the Job Training. So on this particular day, I took an auto from Bandstand to Vile Parle. The autowallah, surprisingly, didn’t know the route and told me to in a very pleading tone, Sahab, raastaa nahin pata hai. I asked him if he knew the road to the highway and he replied in the negative. I berated him for being so ignorant! What autowallah doesn’t know the road to the highway! I took the auto nonetheless and kept giving him directions.
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Mumbai - An Addiction: December 2009
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Wednesday, December 30, 2009. I had taken an auto to my gym and the autowallah turned out to be one of those chatty kinds. And his types are never short of an anecdote to entertain their passengers. So he told me, unasked, the story of the passengers before me. But before I could heap my curses on my autowallah, he told me that it was the couple who wanted to take the longer route. This is how the conversation progressed:. Itne lambe raaste se kyun laye unko? Oh Tab theek hai.
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Mumbai - An Addiction: October 2008
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Sunday, October 26, 2008. It was another day, and I was all set for another routine work day. I was at the flyover near my home to jump into the first auto I found. Usually it doesn't take much time or effort, but today, the market for autos was certainly teeming. And not all customers were swanky corporate honchos like myself. Eventually, I got an auto. and close on my heels they got one too. And the beggars who were in the auto said dismissively, "Arrey, hum peeche ke signal pe k...
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Mumbai - An Addiction: Share Cab
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Tuesday, January 5, 2010. And it is not just the traditional taxis which ferry passengers in this share-cab business model, even the tourist cars, company buses and as on one occasion, an official BMC Sumo sort of a vehicle. The cop then looked at the driver questioningly. And the driver committed his second blunder in the space of ten minutes. He told the cop that everyone in the car was on election duty? Someone in the car berated the driver: Abey jhooth to bheja laga ke bol.
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Mumbai - An Addiction: April 2009
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Wednesday, April 29, 2009. On the Job Training. So on this particular day, I took an auto from Bandstand to Vile Parle. The autowallah, surprisingly, didn’t know the route and told me to in a very pleading tone, Sahab, raastaa nahin pata hai. I asked him if he knew the road to the highway and he replied in the negative. I berated him for being so ignorant! What autowallah doesn’t know the road to the highway! I took the auto nonetheless and kept giving him directions. There has bee...
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Mumbai - An Addiction: 50 paise lesson
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Saturday, April 25, 2009. Even Bangalore auto-wallas are under the misconception that IT guys, irrespective of what level they work at, earn in millions of dollars, and use that as a justification for charging extra. Tum IT wala itna kamaataa hai dus rupye mein kya hoga? And that one line used to infuriate me. And I had to count to about 100 to control myself from giving a straight-left on the auto driver’s nose. Posted by Himanshu at 4:12 AM. Sights and Sounds of Mumbai City.
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Mumbai - An Addiction: Disaster Recovery
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Tuesday, February 2, 2010. Disaster Recovery , for the uninitiated, is basically a back-up plan, so that business as usual continues to run, even in the event of a disaster (like earthquakes, fires, any crippling technological glitch, etc.). It’s a fairly common IT term. The non-IT usage of it was exemplified by, of all people, my mom. Labels: Business Continuity Planning. Posted by Himanshu at 12:33 AM. Sights and Sounds of Mumbai City. Himanshu and Maurya: Our Adventures at PCT.
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Mumbai - An Addiction: April 2010
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Mumbai - An Addiction. Thursday, April 29, 2010. Weekends are undeniably the source of the greatest joy for entire peer-group and more. It would be unfair to say we live much hassled lives; yet, this little recurring joy is a blessing we look forward to everyday. Only, it was a Thursday. Oops! So perhaps I would love to wear casuals every day. But after that day, I probably will grumble lesser about wearing formals on regular weekdays. Posted by Himanshu at 6:23 AM. Sights and Sounds of Mumbai City.
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Unsung Poetry: Fickle Love
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Friday, February 20, 2009. Beautifying the world with her bloom. Proud like a queen this glorious flower. Behind her petals resides her gloom. As she awaits the love of her lover. Her bee will cuddle with her when he can. Till then she must wait withering in pain. Nothing more cherished than the love of her man. Not the most golden sunshine, nor the sweetest rain. The love she pines not hers to claim. Her king remains to his queen a slave. She begs and pleads, all in vain. Her love requited yet incomplete.
