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TEDx Sharjah 2012, an independent TED event was held on 29th
September 2012 and I was lucky to be a part of it. The venue was Al
Qasba, the flagship event and cultural hub of this UAE Emirate and the
facilities were very well organised. The parking, reception, lunch and
snack arrangements were well co-ordinated and it showed Emirati
hospitality at its best. Success is no accident and if the organisers
are to be believed, it took them nine long months of planning and
implementation. Sharjah has always been a very active cultural
destination and you can expect to see some rare gems through the hard
work of this government.<br />
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The young Emirati talents including the
hosts of the show were a pleasure to watch even though the show has yet
to compete at an international level. The full day event was full of
pleasant surprises.<br />
<br />
The show started with Capt. Ayesha Al Hamli
hailing as an Emirati pilot and her resolve to fly was more than just a
career option. It broke the boundaries of conventional thought and set a
precedence for future aspirants...not just pilots.Her tagline "The only
thing that can come between you and your dreams is YOU " still rings in
my ear.<br />
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As I settled down in my seat, a man in formals sat next
to me. After the first presentation, he walked away only to appear later
as one of the speakers. It only occurred to me later, that Preveen
Vettiyatil was trying to take in the event from the audience's point of
view. He presented his invention: a pedal powered machine which
displayed ingenuity and claimed to solve all our power problems. His
talk however, was on being an inventor of sorts. He proposed that each
one of us can invent and make a difference in our own humble way. As per
him, the field of inventions is not the prerogative of an elite few.The
disappointment was that his oratory was below normal and his accent
muddled. All in all he expressed himself, but could have been more
effective with better public speaking skills.<br />
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An eye opener for an
expatriate like me was the talk by Ms. Naoko Kishidia from Japan who
married an Emirati and adopted the country and its culture. I was
fortunate to be able to talk to her later and she came across as a very
simple soul full of positivity. She runs the UAE-Japan cultural centre
to bridge the gap between the two communities.<br />
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Dr. Raymond Hamdan
stole the show hands down! He is a clinical psychologist and a wonderful
orator. He connected with the audience instantly with his
half-mock-half-Arabic E-I-E-I-O (Old Mc Donald). Having them spellbound,
he took up the issue of the ill effects of new media on our current
family life. Statistics shown by him, though with a western bias made me
re-think the time and the quality I invest in my family.<br />
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Sheikh
Mohamed Al Thani, the Emirati mountaineer wishing to scale the world's
seven (7) highest peaks was such an inspiration...more so for the
Emirati youth. He received a hero's welcome and the farewell of a close
friend. It shows that when you are bestowed with all the blessings from
the Almighty, you should give back to society and always try to test
your limits.<br />
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All in all the event was well received and I hope that soon a TED can be organised in Sharjah also.<br />
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The wisdom that I got from this teeth is worth reckoning: better get
it extracted in good time. She was contemplating to refer me to a
surgeon as I told her that the tooth is pressing against the others. The
X ray proved optimistic and I convinced her that she should be
confident of herself, at least in front of the patient AKA me. She did
warn me that in case there was an issue I would have to leave and drive
to the surgeon. I agreed.<br />
<br />
The wisdom tooth: I prefer to call it
wise guy due to its inclination outside towards the cheek. The plan: to reflect
the tooth from all sides: for the non initiated, reflect stands for
digging the sides of flesh on the sides of the tooth. Then she would try
to elevate the tooth(make it move from it's lodge with a crowbar!) and
finally pull it with a set of pliers (eeks!).<br />
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She started with
anesthesia. As expected, the first dose was useless. Was this due to
years of inebriation and getting used to it? The second also, but she
nevertheless started digging which needless to say was excruciating. The
result: she sprayed more anesthesia and tried. Again she injected the
fourth dose and did some more. Finally in the last effort she gave me
another spray-the fifth dose.<br />
Now, the tooth pained only when she
tried to dislodge it. Elevation it is called and is done with a crowbar!
Jipes!!! She was on top and her assistant holding my jaw. I was myself
holding my chin down to prevent the reflex action.<br />
<br />
In the middle
of 4-5 bouts of elevation (I can hear the tools screeching on the bone
still!) and fearing my syncope, I had two glasses of water- at different
intervals, went through bouts of fear and laughter, shaking of the legs
and checking of my BP.<br />
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Finally I told her to go ahead and I will
suffer the pain. She and her assistant were both on me and they tried
thrice or more.Somewhere in between, I was screaming also... I don't
know how many patients changed their minds hearing me as the clinic was
pretty deserted later. Finally I saw her holding the pliers. This was
more than painful.<br />
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She looked tired and sighed " Can you come in
tomorrow again? You are in such pain, we can't do it today." I was
crestfallen. "I will suffer more pain but please do it now" The next
moment I see her smiling holding the culprit between her thumb and
forefinger, teasing me.<br />
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She offered me to take it home but I
advised her to add to her collection. The suture would come out next
week but the ordeal is over.<br />
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"Do you consider yourself Lucky?"<br />
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Waiting for the author in the
white domed arena at the Sharjah Book Fair I enquired of the “best
half” as we just managed to get two vacant seats in the second row even
as the tent was bursting at the seams. Best half? :As this is the best I
could have done! (Take a good look at my mug and you will get it )<br />
<br />
Ruskin
Bond was nothing like his famous cousin James. On the contrary, he was
humility personified. Our hero bowed low and waved. One hand went to his
heart at the standing ovation he got. The continuous cheering and
clapping only brought a gleam in his eyes, that with a hint of
anticipation.<br />
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Witty he was, and to the core. “Yes, I got a lot of
Encouragement in my early years when I started writing. My mother told
me not to waste my time and join the army instead.”<br />
<br />
Life for Mr.
Bond had not always been a bed of roses. But that never deterred him
from being his jolly self. He recalled that as a young author he once
went to a book shop to see the response of one of his newly published
novels. The shopkeeper told him in Hindi “Yeh Nahin Chalta” roughly
translated as “This does not sell.” Not to be undone, he bought the
book!<br />
<br />
On a serious note he let out a few secrets for the aspiring
writer: “Respect the language: Have a command over whichever language
you write in.” He also advised us to write everyday: whatever that might
be worth. Talking of himself he said that he follows the same to this
day, but quips “...being lazy I go to sleep again.”<br />
Answering a
question about Writers Block his honest to goodness smile was back:
“It’s easy for me. I keep my waste paper basket near my desk.” But good
advice followed good humour: Write something else and come back to it
later but don’t stop writing.<br />
<br />
As the event was drawing to a close,
we noticed a beeline for his signatures. “But we haven’t got any of his
Titles from home.” said Best. “And it seems the whole world wants his
signatures!” I added. Why don’t we purchase a couple from the fair? An
excuse to buy more books: Any day!<br />
<br />
The bookstall was at the far
end of the fair and jam-packed. The black and white photo of a buck
toothed English boy printed on the cover of “A Town Called Dehra”
bearing a strong resemblance to our day’s hero and “Landour Days” were
obvious choices for her. I had, however, my eyes set on “Susanna’s Seven
Husbands “since I saw 7 Khoon Maaf.<br />
<br />
We paid and strode back to
the arena. The excitement revving us up, I was sure she had massive
palpitations. I, my anxious self, thought that Mr. Bond he would have
excused himself by now, feigning tiredness. This would have left many
unprepared fans like us, disappointed. The Septuagenarian was very much
there and his sincerity ensured that no one returned empty-handed.<br />
<br />
We
were pleasantly surprised at being just fifth in the diminishing line
of fans. “He must be signing at quite a pace.” I said, “Had we been a
minute or so late, we would have missed him.” Half a minute later,
signed copies in hand, I came off the stage beaming. I got a taste of my
own pudding when Best asked me in her casual tone:<br />
<br />
"Do you consider yourself Lucky?"<br />
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The Hippo</div>
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Hi!</div>
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I am back again with the
Jungle series giving now a turnaround version after one residence visa
term is over. Here we start with the Hippo. Actually the full name is
Hippopotamus. Yeah, I know what Shakespeare would have said about "whats
in a name" but then actually his name is so long drawn: literally! The</div>
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The
Hippo, if you have seen one in the Zoo (as that's the only place I have
had the privilege of his audience) is always half submerged in sludge
with eyes half open/ shut. It looks around with a gaze of half wonder
and half indifference at the world and again vanishes into the same
sludge: He shuts his already heavy eyelids and purses his enormous
nostrils.</div>
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And my loving neighbour the Hippo is quite like
that. He is half awake in office. He gazes around, looks up and let a
shred of work (read files, mails etc.) reach him he will submerge: close
his eyes & nostrils (For sake of decency I prefer not to comment on
the other orifices in the anatomy!) so as to avoid doing anything.</div>
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The
sludge comprises of the lot of papers, stationery, files and
paraphernalia amassed over the years to camouflage his idleness. He is
so akin to the animal very common in Indian Government Departments but
to find someone like him here was a learning.</div>
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My curiosity got the better of me when my Best Half told me that Manoj Pahwa (Sharman Joshi’s Doctor neighbour in Life in a Metro) was Badki’s boyfriend and half his current size.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The written word has never been my forte, but I have time and again spoken about “the DD Era” with friends, family etc. complete with voice over and musical mimicry. Each time the scent of Déjà vu is exceptional.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That was an Era when even Krishi Darshan used to be seen by all and sundry. I was in Punjab where a vernacular version of the above was titled “Mera Pind Mera<br />Khet” literally translated as My Village My Farm. I still have to figure out what benefit could a seven year old derive from the knowledge of what to feed buffaloes in the mating season.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In those days the idiot box was wooden primarily and was encased in a wooden console-to protect it from the elements (Eeks!). It had two or more Antennas on its head giving it a look of a Giant Praying Mantis with its prolonged feelers. If that was not enough, another antenna was perched on the roof top and used to provide us with kites which would have been cut during competitions in the rainy season around August. In far-flung areas a booster device was also used to increase the signal and get the image from worse to at least so bad to be able to differentiate your Dharmendras from Hema Malinis.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There were a host of programs and serials but what I remember as most annoying is the programs bites like Gumshuda Ki Talaash. It used to be broadcast so many times a day that a friend had crammed up the complete address and phone number-verbatim…Don’t ask me the reason. I for one used to find every second person I was introduced to resembling some character displayed but held my horses for fear of social ostracization.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Another sore point was the quintessential “Rukavat Ke Liye Khed Hai” i.e. Sorry for Interruption. It was like the zero of the Roulette Table which would turn up just about when the suspense was building up. And No Sir, the movie did not start at the same point it had been interrupted. That gave food for some thought to budding playwrights.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Chitrahaar was an all time favourite with people of all ages. The name of the movie was printed on it so as to impart valuable cine-information to us lesser beings. It was best enjoyed with Dinner at 8 PM and soon after all good kids used to hit the bed.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The epitome of entertainment was the venerable Feature Film every Sunday. It was also sadly divided into many parts, all but due to news headlines: There was no change in the news at each interruption but the face of the viewers did get slightly more crumpled as it progressed. Remember: “Feature Film Ka Shesh Bhag Hindi Samacharon Ke Baad”</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The TV broadcast was only on one Channel and it was numbered Four (Whatever happened to counting?). That too was only for two hours starting on 6 pm with a DD logo and music followed by the familiar VIBGYOR screen to adjust the brightness and contrast- Colour was still on the way!</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Progress came with Channel 7 on just one blessed day a week. Then came cable TV. And many channels were lodged. The ability of the programmes to entertain was in their nascent stage. At this juncture, advertisements were considered the best source of fun-we were having a laugh at someone else’s expense (pun intended).</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">TV will never be the same now, but the Golden Age of television will always be associated with the remote black and white wooden box which quenched the thirst of the complete neighbourhood with endless pots of tea and pakodas to top it up.</span></p></div></div></span></form><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/coop/cse/brand?form=cse-search-box&lang=en"></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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So apart from discussing about I, me, myself and the proverbial Irene let me speak about each of the inmates or animates (take your pick), in detail. This is at least the only place I would give some regard to position/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">desig</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">usw</span>. i.e. we will start with a "Top-Down" approach. I know you think me to be anti-establishment but believe-you-me most of these so called establishments <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> deserve being called so let alone the donkeys who haunt them for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">years (Is that why they say: donkey's years?)</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">The Hyena: The Manager</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">One look and you would agree. The aquiline nose and the buck teeth that try to dissipate their energies in all possible directions and intentions make him the prototype of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">scavenger</span>. My father's theory of relating to the characteristics of people by the animal they resemble (Mukh-akriti Vigyan) is proven right here. So far so good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">The reason for his success: For one thing, he has the glory of the gab and for the other he is a sucker for sweet talk: He will start with Insurance gibberish hop over to Politics, slide to Philosophy and then miraculously emerge from Insurance to pick up the topic again. Sharp he is, especially for his 67 odd years.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">The primary fear of the Hyena is losing his chair(read position) to the Cow: The Manager <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Nouveau</span>. Now, Even though he knows that his days on the throne are few and far between, he is unable to come to terms with it. The reaction is him glaring his teeth all out and putting the Cow in a little less than a compromising position. Yeah Right, some consolation!</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">The Cow:</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Now why I call him so? Its because he seems to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">completely</span> emulate the image of the animal we generally see on Indian roads: You first sight the tail, trying its best to wade away the flies around its generous behind. The only other moving part is the jaw, chewing cud. The rest of the body has lost all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">shape</span> and is trying its best to submerge with the road. Sitting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">comfortably</span> in the middle of an imaginary island, which would have formed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">oblivious</span> of the traffic swishing past. It seems as if a small roundabout has taken form in the middle of the busy street. No one has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">the</span> guts to break this domain, due to the sacred status of the cow in India (Holy Cow!).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">Our Cow, the one in question has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">similar</span> attributes. The complete economy is in a state of flux- a lot of changes in the already vibrant market. And what does he do: Chew cud. I regert that I am not in a position to comment on the behind for the sake of basic decency.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">So eventually our division is in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">the</span> hands of the old Hyena who does not like to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">yield</span> and is going into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">the</span> hands of the Cow who cannot. The plight is taken in with utmost complacence by all and sundry, until of course their monetary gains and other paraphernalia are static.</span></p></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>Dad in Dubaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10204310246779904637noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-3215083340025158112009-01-16T22:59:00.005+04:002009-01-16T23:20:02.692+04:00The Jungle<form id="cse-search-box" action="http://blackandwhite2gray.blogspot.com/"><p><input type="hidden" value="partner-pub-3190692195195331:msf04p-4k2c" name="cx"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><br /></span><input type="hidden" value="FORID:10" name="cof"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><br /></span><input type="hidden" value="ISO-8859-1" name="ie"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><br /></span><input name="q" style="font-size:31;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><br /></span><input type="submit" value="Search" name="sa"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />It’s amazing to see The Dilbert Principle open up in front of your eyes everyday: The useless are systematically promoted to a place where they can do least (damage): Management. </span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;">I did not know that I would travel 2181 kms to enter yet another Jungle form the previous Zoo I ran away from: Ahem, the place that gives me my daily Kubus (Arabic Bread). Butter is on the way. My office has a few pet animals and other creatures from the wild.<br />My office for one has the following animals:<br />The Hyena<br />The Cow<br />The Hippo<br />The Caterpillar<br />The Goat<br />The Monkey<br />The Ox<br />The Horse<br />The Snake<br />The Jackal<br />The Owl<br />The Ant<br />The Rat<br />and ME!<br />I prefer to think myself human, obviously, but its up to the reader to decide… Just don’t ask my best half (I call her best coz, with my mug, I couldn’t have done better-Yes, my sympathy is always there for her though.)<br />I don’t hide the names for fear any of them reading my blog. For one, they are so prehistoric that it has to be told to them “Sir, I mailed you. Please check your mail.” And they would load the mail, open the inbox and take a print. That’s when it is communicated. And for the other, I don’t give a damn.<br />I name them so, out of some morbid curiosity of finding out the truth in a so called science my father propagated called ”Mukh-akriti Vigyan” where each face could be analysed as to its construction and resemblance to an animal. Yes, you guessed it right- the characteristics of the resembling animal could be found in the personality. Whatever!<br />As to why they have been named so will be evident over the anecdotes that will take their place in the blog over time. But before that, in this post, let me just fix the Status Quo and how I ended up here:<br />The Hyena, The Manager who had been the main figure in our division for the last 28(Eekss!!!!) years is power hungry. He wants nobody but him. Even at the mandatory retirement age of 60, he doesn’t stop. When asked to name a successor, he just dilly-dallies. The mother company sends him a lot of candidates to fill the position but he does not buy them.<br />They take out an Ad in the papers for his position twice but are unable to recruit. Another animal (not in the above group) is sent to India to recruit someone with the help of an India-based insurance expert.<br />Cut 2: I get a call for an interview, fly to Cal and come out with flying colours. I am called to Sharjah where the Hyena has nothing much to talk about. His sly remarks make me wonder the purpose of my visit.<br />When I get the call, it is a mixture of surprise, relief and tension of relocating. The timing couldn’t have been better. My in-laws are in Dubai, the industry and especially my company and is in doldrums and we are pregnant: I have always maintained that I have been with ideas but this time there is actually a little of my half propagating in my better.<br />So I, along with the Cow, Manager Replacement (as I would come to know later) am the unwanted pregnancy of the division. As any bastard would be sad to tell you- I did not know it and definitely it is not my mistake.<br /></span></p></form><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>blackandwhite2grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598757472280963610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-31332402614567339302008-08-04T19:31:00.009+04:002008-11-15T17:19:42.871+04:00Tata AIG Complaint : The Death of a Company<a href="http://kdfcinvestment.com/images/logo_tata[1].jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://kdfcinvestment.com/images/logo_tata%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:78%;">This company is surely dying but this is what I still think about it; inspite of the fact that I have moved on: Yes, moving on surely was both sided: I cannot deny the fact that Nagpur of all places was not so romantic-professionally, I mean. That's what somebody in the company wanted, not the company- as you would know as you read on. Then there was me looking for a job for over a year and having found two was deciding/negotiating in my own way. But that I was not indispsable was also a fact: This was not teh claims department where the market knew me by name-It was good old agency: Retail that is.<br />This is what sense I made about my company and following are a set of resignations from around my time and later.<br /><br /><strong>What I like about my work place </strong><br />1. This company cares about its people. As a Tata Company once you are in: You are family.<br />2. Also, the philosophy of the company is that ordinary people can perform extraordinary tasks when empowered and trained. 3. Training was top priority with the minimum benchmark being 5 training days per employee per year. Each month a training calender was circulated pan India and any one could attend the host of trainings developed by HR. HR was open to tailor make trainings if required.<br />4. Another aspect was that every one was accessible. Even afetr I left I needed explanation about my dues: I mailed and was mailed back- same day.<br />5. After I left for the Gulf, my dues came in without coercion.<br />6. The attitude of the top management was open and I could mail my MD also. Everyone was on a first name basis as is regular in US based companies(This is not the case with most of the other insurers).<br />7. Very strong branding: Self Explanatory<br />8. The company wanted employees to grow along with. So many people got oppurtuniotes to move abroad within the company. 9. Very strong internatinal partner in AIG as the world's biggest financial services provider<br />10. Flexibility: I was given the oppurtunity for a complete lateral shift to an unrelated department even while I had differences of opinion with my immediate supervisor.<br />11. Care: When I was leaving, VP HR called me from Mumbai to ask how I was feeling. All good things come to an end, but you relise their importance when you leave. It is not out nof place to state here that the top management philosophy drives a company and is reflected at the grass root level<br /><br /><strong>What I didn't like about my work place </strong><br />1. Very slow decision making 2. Due to excessive mutual confidence, many people/departments took their positions for granted 3. Some wrong people in the right places were driving their own lobby 4. Not very responsive to teh changing market trends 5. Lack of flexibility as per policies and compliance issues---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Kumar, Gulshan" <gulshan.kumar@tata-aig.com>To: Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:48:02 +0800Subject: Bye-bye<br />Dear All,<br /><br />I have decided to move ahead in my career and tomorrow will be my last working day with Tata Aig. It's been a great journey of six years with the company where I have a very enrich learning experience and enjoyed every day of my life.<br /><br />I take the opportunity to thanks all my seniors and colleagues for their support, guidance and cooperation extended to me. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Parvathi mam for her constant guidance and mentoring which helped me to become a better professional and a good human being.<br /><br />The most important thing I found here are the great colleagues who are now my best friends. I am taking away beautiful memories with me which I will cherish forever.<br /><br />Once again thanks and all the best in your professional as well as personal life.<br /><br />Regards,<br />Gulshan kumar<br />9811060170<br /><br />---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "S, Krishnakumar" <zzzkrishnakumar.s@tata-aig.com>To: Agencyindia <agencyindia@tata-aig.com>Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 20:42:55 +0800Subject: Farewell<br />Friends,<br />Today happens to be my last day with Tata AIG and I take this opportunity to thank each one of you for all the support and co-operation extended.<br />I would like to stay in touch and am thus enclosing my details as given below:<br />Tel - 09833054308<br />Email - </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:kris_kum2003@yahoo.co.in" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">kris_kum2003@yahoo.co.in</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />Regards<br />Krishnakumar<br /><br /><br /><br />---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Khanna, Deepti" <zzzdeepti.khanna@tata-aig.com>To: "zzzKhanna, Deepti" <zzzdeepti.khanna@tata-aig.com>Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 12:20:47 +0800Subject: Au - Revoir!<br /><br />As I pen down my final email from this email id which has been my corporate identity for almost 7 years......in my heart runs a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow. JOY comes in from loads of memories of all good times and things this company has offered to me and SORROWS since this exciting chapter of my life now comes to end and gives way to another one to be written!!<br /><br />In this journey with Tata AIG, I came across one of the finest professionals, motivators and leaders. This combination and selection of people is far too difficult for any company to attain.<br /><br />Today, when I look back to identify names of all those mentors, coach and friends in this company who helped me to grow as an individual as well as a professional, the list seems endless......So I would like to thank each and every member and even Channel Partners of Tata AIG FAMILY for giving me the best of learning's and exposure. I am really thankful to this organization for imbibing me with strong foundation of ethical and right practices at work and ability to Savoir- Faire this erudition for lifetime.<br /><br />Plus I want to express my sincere gratitude to you for being SUPERB COLLEGUE !!<br />Now its time for me to sail away on a brand new journey .......You can always reach me at my email </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:Deepti.khanna8@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">Deepti.khanna8@gmail.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> . My mobile number remains same i.e. 98999-66060.<br />Wish you all the very best and have a Happy Career!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Deepti Khanna---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Arora, Vijay" <zzzvijay.arora@tata-aig.com>To: Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2008 15:00:34 +0800Subject: adieu<br />Dear Friends,<br /><br /><br />It's with both regret and anticipation, that I say goodbye.<br />After serving four years I have realized how difficult it is to part ways with every one who have been more then just colleagues to me.<br /><br />I would like to thank all my superiors for their advise and co-operation that has groomed me to be a better professional, more so a better human being. All my colleagues proved the point that only true friends stand by you in your bad times. I could always count on them in times of despair and glory.<br /><br />Delhi Team (My First home)-<br />It has been a great experience working with the Delhi Agency Team. There were ups and downs while building the team block by block but at last we were the winners. It was a great feeling to be associated with all of you. I thank all of you for being a part of my life.<br />Harbi (My Mentor)-<br />I take this opportunity to express my sincere thanks and gratitude to Harbi for all the unconditional support I got from him without which, I would not have been able to develop myself as a better insurance professional and a better human being.<br />Krishnan and Neel (My Gurus)-<br />You both have added value not just in tons of iron but carrots of gold to me.<br />As I take on a new responsibility, I wish you a healthy & prosperous time ahead.<br />My personal mail id is </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:vijayaarora@yahoo.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">vijayaarora@yahoo.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />I remain<br /></span><a name="11aec1bcd86a1403__MailAutoSig"></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Vijay ---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Bhardwaj, Vikas (Agency)" <zzzvikas.bhardwaj@tata-aig.com>To: Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 20:56:47 +0800Subject: Never Say GOODBYE !!<br />Dear All,<br />Today "FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH" is my last day in the Organisation, where I spent one of the most exciting and wonderful chapters in my life.<br />I take the opportunity to thank each one of you for all the support, guidance and co operation extended during my two and a half year journey at TATA AIG.<br />I take with me a lot of learnings, great memories and Wonderful Friends.<br />I wish all the very best to all af you in your Personal and Professional life. I would love to stay in Touch with all of you, My Contact details are given hereunder.<br />Thanks, Regards and BYE for now,<br />Vikas Bhardwaj<br />Mob No: 9811509585 E-mail- </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:vikasbhardwaj01@hotmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">vikasbhardwaj01@hotmail.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> ---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Sawant, Mahesh" <zzzmahesh.sawant@tata-aig.com>To: "'mahesh.sawant_01@indiatimes.com'" <mahesh.sawant_01@indiatimes.com>Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 20:34:23 +0800Subject: Goodbye<br /><br />Hi,<br />As you might be aware, today is my last day at Tata AIG.<br />It was a pleasure to be associated with you and I take this opportunity to thank you personally for all the help & support extended to me during my tenure.<br />I sign off hoping that I have contributed to this great company in my own little ways…<br />I would love to be in touch with you. Please do write to me on my personal email id or feel free to call me anytime.<br />I wish you and your families very best in life!<br /><br />Email -</span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:mahesh.sawant_01@indiatimes.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">mahesh.sawant_01@indiatimes.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />Mobile- 93-222-888-36<br /><br />Thanks!<br />Best Regards,<br />Mahesh S.<br />---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Ganesan, Vaidyanath" <zzzvaidyanath.ganesan@tata-aig.com>To: Agencyindia <agencyindia@tata-aig.com>, "Ramani, Ramesh" <ramesh.ramani@tata-aig.com>, "Bhatia, Venkatesh" <venkatesh.bhatia@tata-aig.com>, "Taneja, Ritesh" <ritesh.taneja@tata-aig.com>, "Sen, Aritra" <aritra.sen@tata-aig.com>, "Aroon, Sujatha" <sujatha.aroon@tata-aig.com>, "Panicker, Amrita" <amrita.panicker@tata-aig.com>, "Iyer, Ramakrishna" <ramakrishna.iyer@tata-aig.com>, "Kundu, Ashok" <ashok.kundu@tata-aig.com>Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2008 21:31:29 +0800Subject: Farewell<br />Dear All<br /><br />This column has endeavored over the past one year brought to you news updates disguised as campaign updates and vice versa. This column has followed Kimi Raikkonen’s F1 victory last year via the Chak De IPA campaign; the stock market boom via the IPO campaign and Man U’s double victory through the Bangkok Auto campaign. Its time for the columnist to turn over a new leaf/page and this time he falls short of words.<br /><br />Friends, today happens to be my last day with TATA AIG and I thank all of you for support and feedback extended. Handling Giant Steps program has been a privilege for me and I wish to thank Harbi for the same; Ramesh for excellent inputs; Ritesh for an RPU perspective and City Agency Managers for prompt feedback. I would like to stay in touch and am thus enclosing my co-ordinates below.<br /><br />E-mail – </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:vaidyanath_ganesan@lycos.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">vaidyanath_ganesan@lycos.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Ph – 9820475482<br /><br />May we live in interesting times. Adieu.<br /><br /><br /><br />Regards<br /><br />Vaidyanath<br />---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Kahlon, Harinderpal" <zzzharinderpal.kahlon@tata-aig.com>To: "Gupta, Mridul" <mridul.gupta@tata-aig.com>, "zzzAgarwal, Gaurav" <zzzgaurav.agarwal@tata-aig.com>, "Chaudhary, Pankaj" <pankaj.chaudhary@tata-aig.com>, "Mahajan, Somesh" <somesh.mahajan@tata-aig.com>, "Pal, Abhishek" <abhishek.pal@tata-aig.com>, "Kumar, Ajeet" <ajeet.kumar@tata-aig.com>, "Kumar, Akshey(Delhi)" <akshey.kumar@tata-aig.com>, "Bhutani, Aman" <aman.bhutani@tata-aig.com>, "Thakur, Ambika" <ambika.thakur@tata-aig.com>, "Chadha, Amit" <amit.chadha@tata-aig.com>, "Mahendru, Amit" <amit.mahendru@tata-aig.com>, "Singh, Amit" <singh.amit@tata-aig.com>, "Brahmbhatt, Anil" <anil.brahmbhatt@tata-aig.com>, "Pandita, Anita" <anita.pandita@tata-aig.com>, "Chatrath, Ankur" <ankur.chatrath@tata-aig.com>, "Arora, Ansh" <ansh.arora@tata-aig.com>, "Ganesh, Anuradha" <anuradha.ganesh@tata-aig.com>, "Gautam, Ashima" <ashima.gautam@tata-aig.com>, "Verma, Ashish(India)" <ashish.verma@tata-aig.com>, "Arora, Atul" <atul.arora@tata-aig.com>, "Chandel, Bhupendra" <bhupendra.chandel@tata-aig.com>, "Grover, Chandan" <chandan.grover@tata-aig.com>, "Majorwar, Chandan" <chandan.majorwar@tata-aig.com>, "Gaurishankar, Dalai" <dalai.gaurishankar@tata-aig.com>, "Bharij, Deepankar" <deepankar.bharij@tata-aig.com>, "Rawat, Deepika" <deepika.rawat@tata-aig.com>, "zzzKhanna, Deepti" <zzzdeepti.khanna@tata-aig.com>, "Sharma, Dharmesh" <dharmesh.sharma@tata-aig.com>, "Dham, Dinesh" <dinesh.dham@tata-aig.com>, "Kumar, Dinesh1" <dinesh1.kumar@tata-aig.com>, "Nanda, Dipanker" <dipanker.nanda@tata-aig.com>, "Anand, Ditesh" <ditesh.anand@tata-aig.com>, "zzzAgarwal, Gaurav" <zzzgaurav.agarwal@tata-aig.com>, "Kumar, Gulshan" <gulshan.kumar@tata-aig.com>, "zzzKahlon, Harinderpal" <zzzharinderpal.kahlon@tata-aig.com>, "Singh, Hitendra" <hitendra.singh@tata-aig.com>, "Tripathi, Jai" <jai.tripathi@tata-aig.com>, "Dev, Kapil" <kapil.dev@tata-aig.com>, "Jain, Kavita" <kavita.jain@tata-aig.com>, "Sareen, Kranti" <kranti.sareen@tata-aig.com>, "Sharma, Kuldeep" <kuldeep.sharma@tata-aig.com>, "Raghavan, Lalitha" <lalitha.raghavan@tata-aig.com>, "Jain, Lokesh" <lokesh.jain@tata-aig.com>, "Bansod, Madhuri" <madhuri.bansod@tata-aig.com>, "Chaudhary, Mahipal" <mahipal.chaudhary@tata-aig.com>, "Bachher, Mandeep (Delhi)" <mandeep.bachher@tata-aig.com>, "Gupta, Manish" <manish.gupta@tata-aig.com>, "Pandey, Manish(Gurgaon)" <manish.pandey@tata-aig.com>, "Kaushik, Manu" <manu.kaushik@tata-aig.com>, "Sodhi, Manveer" <manveer.sodhi@tata-aig.com>, "Wasi, Mohd Azhar" <mohdazhar.wasi@tata-aig.com>, "Malhotra, Mohit" <mohit.malhotra@tata-aig.com>, "Sharma, Mohit1" <mohit1.sharma@tata-aig.com>, "Sinha, Moitree" <moitree.sinha@tata-aig.com>, "Gupta, Mridul" <mridul.gupta@tata-aig.com>, "Bhargava, Nalin" <nalin.bhargava@tata-aig.com>, "Thakur, Navdeep" <navdeep.thakur@tata-aig.com>, "Chhikara, Naveen" <naveen.chhikara@tata-aig.com>, "Tyagi, Neeraj" <neeraj.tyagi@tata-aig.com>, "Garg, Neha" <neha.garg@tata-aig.com>, "Batra, Nidhy" <nidhy.batra@tata-aig.com>, "Malhotra, Nishant (A&H)" <malhotra.nishant@tata-aig.com>, "Sasidharan, Nishant" <nishant.sasidharan@tata-aig.com>, "Shukla, Nishant" <nishant.shukla@tata-aig.com>, "Malik, Nitin" <nitin.malik@tata-aig.com>, "Chaudhary, Pankaj" <pankaj.chaudhary@tata-aig.com>, "Rai, Pankaj" <pankaj.rai@tata-aig.com>, "Verma, Pankaj" <pankaj.verma@tata-aig.com>, "Singh, Parvathi" <parvathi.singh@tata-aig.com>, "Dayal, Pranav" <pranav.dayal@tata-aig.com>, "Kumaraswamy, Prasanna" <prasanna.kumaraswamy@tata-aig.com>, "Mulasi, Prashant" <prashant.mulasi@tata-aig.com>, "Sahni, Puneet" <puneet.sahni@tata-aig.com>, "Arora, Rachit" <rachit.arora@tata-aig.com>, "Verma, Rachna" <rachna.verma@tata-aig.com>, "Sharma, Rahul" <zzzrahul.sharma@tata-aig.com>, "Jha, Rajeev" <rajeev.jha@tata-aig.com>, "Konar, Rakhi" <rakhi.konar@tata-aig.com>, "Imam, Rana" <rana.imam@tata-aig.com>, "Chowdhury, Rashmi" <rashmi.chowdhury@tata-aig.com>, "Saini, Ravinder" <ravinder.saini@tata-aig.com>, "Gupta, Ritesh" <ritesh.gupta@tata-aig.com>, "Chugh, Rohit" <rohit.chugh@tata-aig.com>, "Kathuria, Rohit" <rohit.kathuria@tata-aig.com>, "Walia, Rohit" <rohit.walia@tata-aig.com>, "zzzSingh, Rupendra" <zzzrupendra.singh@tata-aig.com>, "zzzKapoor, Sachin" <zzzsachin.kapoor@tata-aig.com>, "Bhagat, Sanjay" <sanjay.bhagat@tata-aig.com>, "Saxena, Sanjay" <sanjay.saxena@tata-aig.com>, "Bharadwaj, Sanjeev" <sanjeev.bharadwaj@tata-aig.com>, "Pandey, Satyendra" <satyendra.pandey@tata-aig.com>, "Chawla, Seema (Delhi)" <seema.chawla@tata-aig.com>, "Vashisht, Seema" <seema.vashisht@tata-aig.com>, "Ali, Shahid" <shahid.ali@tata-aig.com>, "Wanchoo, Shivkumar" <shivkumar.wanchoo@tata-aig.com>, "Krishan, Shri" <shri.krishan@tata-aig.com>, "Virmani, Shweta" <shweta.virmani@tata-aig.com>, "Anand, Siddhartha" <siddhartha.anand@tata-aig.com>, "Ratnakar, Smriti" <smriti.ratnakar@tata-aig.com>, "Mahajan, Somesh" <somesh.mahajan@tata-aig.com>, "Jha, Subhashchand" <subhashchand.jha@tata-aig.com>, "Jha, Sudhir" <sudhir.jha@tata-aig.com>, "Sharma, Sugandha" <sugandha.sharma@tata-aig.com>, "Sabharwal, Sumit" <sumit.sabharwal@tata-aig.com>, "Tandon, Surabhi" <surabhi.tandon@tata-aig.com>, "Suri, Surekha" <surekha.suri@tata-aig.com>, "Alagh, Tarun" <tarun.alagh@tata-aig.com>, "Garg, Tarun" <tarun.garg@tata-aig.com>, "Mukherjee, Udayan" <udayan.mukherjee@tata-aig.com>, "Adityakumar, V" <v.adityakumar@tata-aig.com>, "Bhardwaj, Vaibhav" <vaibhav.bhardwaj@tata-aig.com>, "Kaushik, Vidula" <vidula.kaushik@tata-aig.com>, "Ahuja, Vijay" <vijay.ahuja@tata-aig.com>, "Bagai, Vikas" <vikas.bagai@tata-aig.com>, "zzzBhardwaj, Vikas (Agency)" <zzzvikas.bhardwaj@tata-aig.com>, "Kumar, Vikas" <vikas.kumar@tata-aig.com>, "Bist, Vikramsingh" <vikramsingh.bist@tata-aig.com>, "Joshi, Vinay" <vinay.joshi@tata-aig.com>, "Kumar, Vipan" <vipan.kumar@tata-aig.com>, "zzzMathur, Vishal" <zzzvishal.mathur@tata-aig.com>, "Sharma, Yatharth" <yatharth.sharma@tata-aig.com>Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2008 17:25:26 +0800Subject: Bid adieu<br />At the close of office hours today, I put down my pen marking an end of my two and half year tenure with Tata AIG. I have decided to move on and pursue my career elsewhere<br /><br />Today is my last day at TATA-AIG. I've so enjoyed working with such a tight-knit, devoted group and am so pleased to have had the opportunity to be a part of such a group. The time that I have spent at TATA-AIG has given me lot of opportunities, challenges, joys, learning, good friends and fond memories that I will always cherish.<br />I'd like to thank you all for the support, guidance and encouragement that you have provided me during my time at TATA-AIG. I've always been impressed with the way that all of you have supported me, without which I would not have reached where I am today.<br />Even though I will miss my colleagues and the company, I am looking forward to a new challenge and to starting a new phase of life.As I move towards a new phase of my life, the good ol' times of my stay here will remain etched in my memory forever.<br />My Phone no remains the same 9899999244 & e-mail ID is </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:Harinderpal.kahlon@gmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">Harinderpal.kahlon@gmail.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Regards<br />Harinderpal Kahlon<br />Property Insurance<br />TATA AIG Gen Ins Co Ltd<br />Lotus Tower NFC, N.Delhi-25<br />+91-9899999244<br />---------- Forwarded message ----------From: "Singh, Rupendra" <zzzrupendra.singh@tata-aig.com>To: "Bhardwaj, Neelmani" <neelmani.bhardwaj@aig.com>, "Ramani, Ramesh" <ramesh.ramani@tata-aig.com>, "Bhutani, Harbinder" <harbinder.bhutani@tata-aig.com>Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:40:55 +0800Subject: Its time to say GOODBYE- R.P.Singh<br />Dear All,<br /><br />Its time to say goodbye.<br /><br />My brief association with TATA-AIG has given me privilege to share knowledge and experience with all across.<br /><br />My sincere thanks to Neelmani, Ramesh & Harbi for supporting me all thru.<br /><br />I also thank Vikas Kumar and Mandeep for timely guidance and supports as and when required.<br /><br />I extend thanks to Somesh & his team, Vikas & his team, Vinay & his team, Rohit & his team, Pankaj & his team, Deepti, Rachna, Moitree, Sugandha & her team and Sushma Mathew for supports given time to time.<br /><br />Please accept my best wishes for each one of you for a successful career ahead.<br /><br />Although my contact details will remain in your inbox only but still I am taking this privilege by leaving my contact details for you all as under:<br /><br />E-mail- </span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:rupendra.singh@rediffmail.com" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;">rupendra.singh@rediffmail.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Ph. 09313899191<br /><br />My thanks to Branch heads also.<br /><br />Thanks again to all of you.<br /><br />Regards,<br /><br />Rupendra Pratap Singh<br />Manager-Agency Operations-Education Segment<br />TATA AIG General Insurance Company Ltd.<br />Ph.011-66563689(O), 9999882869, 9313899191</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>blackandwhite2grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598757472280963610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-72171975142087609232008-05-02T11:14:00.012+04:002008-11-15T17:21:42.341+04:00Weekend Getaways form Delhi in the summertime (not Shaggy)<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">Whether the weather in Delhi now should warrant you go to the hills is your call. But for me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vacations</span> are only towards the sight of mountains. This cuts off Rajasthan and MP/UP etc. So here are some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">options</span> my dear:</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>1. Kasauli: </strong>is a well known hill station and fiercely well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">maintained</span> by the Cantonment. I hear they are are proud of their little haven. Higher than Shimla: Drive down in 4 hours(i.e. if you have a fast car and cover the "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">up to</span> Chandigarh" stretch b4 the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">traffic</span> snarls up). Btw, you can reach there in time for brunch if you start early. The Paltan Bazaar is something you wo<a href="http://www.holidayiq.com/uploadimages/Kasauli-2100_5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.holidayiq.com/uploadimages/Kasauli-2100_5.jpg" border="0" /></a>uld have had fathomed to see in a set of a bollywood movie. Quaint in its own right and yet very<a href="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/25080/102022/t/674446-Viceregal-lodge-shimla-0.jpg"></a> handy and economical. It does give the place an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">international</span> feeling while rubbing shoulders with our roots at the same time. But to be in Kasauli and not <strong>walk(Paint) the town Red</strong> would be insulting to the town and self. The winding roads and views are self explanatory. In short, it is near to Delhi, the climate is amas(z)ing and its clean.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>2. Shimla: </strong>is still beautiful provided its not the peak season: Some people say she is like a nubile <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">damsel</span> raped over the years. I feel such a lady would still be charming. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">It is the capital of the state, is steeped in history and has character and above all. Finding a stay there though, c<a href="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/25080/102022/t/674446-Viceregal-lodge-shimla-0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/25080/102022/t/674446-Viceregal-lodge-shimla-0.jpg" border="0" /></a>an be both a pain and a delight. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">accommodation</span> by the government is self <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">deprecating</span> and good private properties may <strong>burn your pocket(not just a hole!).</strong> This is the one place during all my travels where I saw people clinging to the outside of your taxi pleading to come with them to see a hotel room !!! That's Shimla for the uninitiated. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">A fine balance of facility, proximity, convenience and snob value is possible if you have first hand experience. Otherwise, the mall, the viceregal lodge, the parks and the temples are a treat. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">Tip: Shimla has a couple of places close to it, which are as good if not better if you have transport.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>3. Morni Hills:</strong> The only hill station the Jat land boasts of. Just off Panchkula, across the Ghaggar which is supposed to be the Saraswati River of the yesterages (Remember? Gang<a href="http://www.webindia123.com/city/chandigarh/image/morni.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.webindia123.com/city/chandigarh/image/morni.jpg" border="0" /></a>a, Jamuna, Sarawati...). But that is if you are looking for solace and don't want to get disturbed and enjoy another honeymoon. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">The first thing that hits you as you reach there is the silence- I mean not even a whisper and you can wear the tranquility in your ears even after your comeback to the Delhi madhouse.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">There are a couple of lakes nearby and long walks to keep you company. I'd love to make it again with friends for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">memorabilia</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>4. Barog: </strong>is a small town halfway on the Kalka-Shimla highway:Quaint and non-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">descript</span>. Good hotels have now come up making it an ideal base to cover the entire region. The views are excellent and a small town feel will not let you down.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;">There is an old story about an engineer losing his marbles over a tunnel that would have been the longest in the world (had it come through): The suicide and naming of the town afte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuv8XNdzFkLIRw_SxLZ__QhlaY51TWuwPOs1ar5f_smrVQbAy5DbyA4KQVW4HjWFRzEtzugylTPQqifl9Dw69JlC6AUZgW9y2O1P2KGnT4fuAvqBun-TpCWY3-bznm-UTIWPwcsE3SZBP/s1600-h/Barog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195752020605101506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuv8XNdzFkLIRw_SxLZ__QhlaY51TWuwPOs1ar5f_smrVQbAy5DbyA4KQVW4HjWFRzEtzugylTPQqifl9Dw69JlC6AUZgW9y2O1P2KGnT4fuAvqBun-TpCWY3-bznm-UTIWPwcsE3SZBP/s200/Barog.jpg" border="0" /></a>r him. But that apart there is little history to the land. Highly recommended is the train journey winding all the way up to Shimla at its own leisurely pace. It will make you forget everything on agenda and give you reason to return. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nota Bene: Don't miss the Barog Station on the way- Its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">the</span> most colourful of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">the</span> entire journey.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>blackandwhite2grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598757472280963610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-25562194332019520002008-04-25T14:47:00.007+04:002008-05-02T15:17:58.568+04:00Spell Check: The Scavangers<a href="http://www.shoestringinteriorredesigns.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/184690-messy-room-0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.shoestringinteriorredesigns.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/184690-messy-room-0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Hi</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Thanks a tonne(we follow the metric system here)for your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">en devour</span> the other day.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">My peace of mind is still pivoted on a few factors as below:</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">1. The stuff in the Pooja Room that Dad has packed: I would feel much better if it is properly stuffed in the new house.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">2. Blast the watches if he can find them... I will tell him to deliver to you </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">3. The other stuff in the new house: 2VT's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dry cleaned Sarees</span> which were rudely wrapped in old bedsheets, Our bedding etc., my Suits(O Gaud!) which might get crumpled etc. and all other unpacked objects(Burp!)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">If these could be stacked away properly and not be eaten by moths and other objects of biological (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">entomological</span> actually) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">interests</span>, it would do wonders to my insomnia.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">OK <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ree lax</span> would ya! I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">don't</span> need you to do the above... Just remind Dad of the above with as much detailing if not more. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">I hope I am not being too demanding, but my heart bleeds for material <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">possesions</span>, you know.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Love</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>blackandwhite2grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598757472280963610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-30222113252289616102007-11-02T18:33:00.006+04:002008-05-02T15:09:52.717+04:00भगवन जब देता है तो छप्पर फाड़ के देता है<a href="http://www.essex1.com/people/paul/goddone.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.essex1.com/people/paul/goddone.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">Amazing isn't it?<br /><br />Life is taking a turnaround and everything is falling into place. God Almighty has been so gracious that I have been able to achieve much. The thing that I must not forget now are:<br /><br />1. Not to forget to thank Him for what all he has done and keep all promises unto Him and his men.<br /><br />2. Never to be arrogant about anything bestowed upon me as it is not my merit but His Eternal Grace.<br /><br />I hope life will eventually change for the better.<br /><br />I was speaking to 2VT(My Best Half) the other day and we agreed how life changes immediately after just a news !!!!<br /><br />Any way I regard myself as fortunate or lucky to end up so well.<br /><br />Please God, let this last!<br /><br />May it not be a dream</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>blackandwhite2grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598757472280963610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-64248660606441538842007-09-30T19:41:00.006+04:002008-05-02T15:09:00.207+04:00Lust kills you<a href="http://journeyguy.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/lust1.jpg"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="161" alt="" src="http://journeyguy.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/lust1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Your sin has been measured. You have committed many sins, but Lust is the mortal sin that has done you in. Just below, discover your full sinful breakdown and learn what it is about you that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">condemns</span> you to hell.</span><br /></span><a onmouseover="window.status='http://www.audible.com';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;" href="http://www.jdoqocy.com/f5108nmvsmu9BBGJJEF9BADIGBFH" target="_top"></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#330033;">Greed: Medium<br />Gluttony: Medium<br />Wrath: Very Low<br />Sloth: Low<br />Envy: Medium<br />Lust: High<br />Pride: Medium<br /></span><br />See what happened when I took that quiz.<br /><br />I was not shocked but was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">surprised</span>. I was not much of a Gutsy-Lusty type till now!<br />Any way the affair with sins started when I was trying to rationalise another incident at my God-forsaken office when I came <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">across</span> this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Internet</span> crazy site.<br /><br />Any way it has taught me to be patient and more dilligent and God will take care of the rest.<br />Secertly I want to stab the guy in the bosom and wring his neck till he dies writhing in pain lying in his pool of blood. Maybe a bazooka will be more handy for I know his postal address and location. Pinning him to the wall is another solution though it would not be so painful hence not so much of redemption coming through.<br /><br />I think a solution lies in the subsidence of my life and gradual healing as this is only going to increase the fervour of my frustration(in any case my wife calls this my frustration coloumn and I feel like a Frustrated Bastard!)<br /><br />Maybe forgiveness after all has its virtues-Buddhism, Here I come</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.google.com/afsonline/show_afs_search.js"></script></div>blackandwhite2grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598757472280963610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646010439395859696.post-91294416774887521702007-07-23T21:05:00.006+04:002008-06-27T11:44:23.129+04:00Samsung Shit(Everyone's Invited)<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.filgifts.com/images/product/small/Aircon-As09fa.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.filgifts.com/images/product/small/Aircon-As09fa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;">I bought a TV which was worse than a Radio-I mean it did not have any images on it's screen. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;">Naturally I got it changed the next day as I was unable to fathom the sense. Yeah <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">That's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Samsung</span></span> for you: Just the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">introduction</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">A couple of months later: and not to forget that the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Celsius</span> had also increased poignancy--- Not to mention the July Sultry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mess</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">common</span> in Delhi, We bought an AC: for precisely the same Reason</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Yeah you guessed it right: It was somehow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Samsung</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">We knew the Brand but not that the life of this product will just be eleven days!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Talk of prompt service: the month undertakes on its own to make the temper simmer </span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">But still one week and a rusty replacement machine was too much for me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Ah yes ... I promised the repair supervisors nephew a job in my office</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Pat came the AC all polished and clean.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Strange are the ways of the world. Pulling strings has less to do with the guitar ... No?</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div id="cse-search-results"></div>
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