Chai wala DOST..

In the winter mornings nothing feels like heaven for having a sip of tea or coffee. It became a regular routine for us friends to visit the famous tea stall in DY Patil, Pimpri. There we made many friends who were only recognized by their face and a good morning smile. In the daily process, one of the helper of the owner became our friend. Even tough we use to stand outside of the crowd he uses to approach us offering tea and donuts.


In one foggy morning, the guy approached us but this time his eyes looking dull.

“What happened bro???” I asked him.

“Nothing serious. I have some mild fever” He said.

“Did you take medicine??” I asked him as tough I achieved MBBS along with BE.

“No dude. I need to come to work in early morning. So no time..” He said with a sad face.

Immediately, I along with Amit, went in search for a medicine shop and bought a crocin for him. It was the last time we met him since semester exams were on the go.

It had been 2 years for me not been gone there. After my engineering years got over, I went to the engineering book store to return all the wasteful stuff. On my way back home I saw the boy again. But this time he owned a tea stall (seemed like a cafeteria). Twist-turning by bike from the crowd I managed to reach the other side of the road. I entered this stall with a smile.

“How are you man??” he asked me with amazed look.

“I am fine. How about you?” I asked.

“I am fine too. Its been a long time I had seen you. Where are you these days?”

“Do you still remember me?”

“Yes buddy. How can I forget the person who got a crocin for me? I am 10th standard fail but my memory is pretty strong. Thank you for helping me that day. This tea is especially for you. Have it dude”

I sipped the tea with a great achievement as if standing next to Obama I won a nobel prize. But the satisfaction of getting remembered by someone, for some deed you had done, was truly awesome..


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The FB game on Shahrukh

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The game starts from Yashada's profile...

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Colorful Spirit

Happiness and sorrows can be well depicted by means of colors. Thinking as a powerful medium of one’s social skills I have tried my best to write this post. The concept which urged me to follow this topic was a Bengali song sung by great Kishore Kumar. It says like this-

“Tears don’t have color..But still there are many pictures drawn to express it..”

The joy of getting a new color television at home and watching the first cricket match in GREEN field with colors of BLUE. The joy of getting a video game and playing Mario with RED shirt, BROWN bricks, GREEN trees and BLUE sky and completing it first in my society was like a great achievement. The joy of pressing the power button of CPU for first time and watching the Windows logo with RED, GREEN, BLUE and YELLOW had no bounds. Starting with the memory drawing in kinder garden using best possible use of colors till learning the RGB and CMY model in multimedia is one of the happiest moments which brings smile in a computer engineer’s face.


The joy of getting up early in the morning to welcome the YELLOW rays of sun in ORANGE room with arms spread wide. The view of GREEN garden from balcony with GREYISH mist acclaim with smile. With a BROWN coffee checking my BLACK, SILVER and RED phone for new text messages. And finally starting my PC to see the glorious Taj Mahal in WHITE and checking for new email alerts with colorful graffiti. All these are normal things in everyone’s life but the power of my subconscious mind helped me to discover the happiness with colors. Hope you too discover it and give a thought about it if possible.


Thank you for reading this colorful post and wishing you all the COLORS in LIFE.

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Experiencing the GOVERNMENT MUSIC..

Everyday I had a look at TOI’s common man cartoon and laugh at the situation which he is facing in various circumstances. I never gave a thought that amongst all odds I will be also facing the same thing someday or the other and hence, finally the judgment day arrived.

I needed a birth certificate which will be required in my further recruitment process. After inquiring many places and hospitals I came to know that it is made in the municipal corporation which falls in my area code. In the hot sunny afternoon, I kick started my bike and made my way for accomplishing the mission.

I arrived at the office. There where many directions and respective departments written other than English and Hindi. I had a problem in translating them so I thought to seek help from the security guard. On inquiring him, he spoke the language so fast that I was confused with the things but finally his gestures helped me to make my way.

There were various departments but as you are in government office you’ll not find the one you needed most desperately. On asking one of the employ “Uncle,ye birth certificate ka department kidhar hain???”

He said ”Ye block ke peche hain…Udhar jake puchoo mil jayega…”.Thanking him I left for the next block with a pinch of hope in my pocket.

Crossing all the files and cupboards which are symbolizing work activity in a government building I reached the other department. After scanning for a while I couldn’t find the sign board. All where busy with some work except a woman. There I got the target.
I approached her and said ”Namaste aunty..!!! ye birth certificate ka dept kaha par hain??”
She laughed at me as if I had cracked a joke and replied “Main yahan nayi hoon..Mujhe nahi pata..Unse pucho”

Man, it was so frustrating. I could not control my temper. But mentally I was prepared for such things to happen. As I approached a man, seeing me approaching towards him he started talking to his colleague. I interrupted his discussion and asked him the same thing. He too, directed me to the next block. Trying to find my way I reached the dead end but no sign board stating the thing I wanted.

I approached a clerk and asked “Excuse me!!!..Namaste uncle..Ye birth certi…??”

Without allowing me to complete my sentence he said “Wo Do cupboard ke bich main…”

Dude there were so many cupboards but between which 2?? I started walking in random direction hoping to spot it. Seeing me moving he stopped me saying “Kaha pe ja rahe hoo??? Wo tho waha pe hain.. Dekho udhar..”

Finally I reached my destination reading the Greek symbols. With astonishment I knocked at the door but no one answered. I cared to ask the person outside is this the right place. He said ”Madam andar hain.. Jaoo bindaasss..”

Without knocking I opened the door. The office was filled with two desktops with a screensaver running but no one inside.

In disappointment I came outside and asked the clerk “Madam andar nahi hain???”

He did not reply any thing and continued his work of ‘Crtl+C’-‘Crtl+V’ from file to another. After some wait I interrupted him saying “Uncle, Madam ka lunch time hain kya???”

In frustration he said “Mujhe kyun puch rahe hoo?? Dikh nahi raha main kaam kar raha hoon??? Baar baar disturb mat karo..”..I dunno regarding what disturbance? We Indians are good at copy-paste blankly..

Seeking a place to sit I saw a lady walking in the cabin. I followed her and took her permission to get in.
“Hello madam..Mera Birth-certificate chahiye tha..”
She said ”Aap rehene ko kidhar??”
“Pimpri-gaon”
“Paida kidhar hue?? Hospital ya Gaon main??”
“Hospital”
“Konse???”
“Mostly Swaminathan..” it was the only hospital I remembered that was there in 80’s.
“Thek hain…Naam bataoo..”
“Aniket madam.. Aniket Pal”
After searching for a while she did not find my name in the list. Being a BE in computer and using all my stupid database skills I asked her to search with all possible strings. But all failed.

“Ek kaam karo..Jijamata hospital jaaoo.. waha pucho kya procedure hain.. phir mere paas aaoo.. main bana dungi..”

Keeping my right hand in back pocket I said “Kuch settlement karo na madam…Kar do baad main dekhte hain.. main rukhne ko tayar hoon.. aap sirf time bataoo kitna lagega..???”

She told she is helpless and asked me to follow the procedure. With all disappointment I left the building with only one knowledge that “Birth Certificate Department is at the Dead End..!!!”

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The Thing on which the world rotates…

After many days I came across a meaningful thing which I realized to be posted on my blog. The meaningful thing on which every individual’s self-respect and status in society depends on. The thing is nothing but MONEY..



I got back to my college days where every individual was treated as a person rather than seeing the status of the person. In those wonderful years I never thought upon life after college can change drastically. Even tough I got recruited into two major MNCs but joining is yet not confirmed, I have faced many situations in monetary concerns. This is a phase which comes in everyone’s life in some or the other way. It is either by daily problems or by magical words.



Such magical words had vibrated my ears too. It happened to be from one of my good friend. But instead of taking it seriously and hammering it back, I took it the other way round. I came across many such people who will salute you just because you can pay his expense. After college when you are looking for job it becomes difficult for us to ask monetary help from family and think friends might help you out as we had helped them in difficult times. Once I was out with a friend and faced the same situation which every guy faces. It is about Petrol in Bike. Thinking my friend will help me out but it was vice-versa. He said “Aniket, kya kanjusi karta hain yaar…???” and started narrating all those unwanted things on which I spent without thinking. I was shocked after hearing it and those words were flowing in my whole body along with speeding blood.



But instead of fighting him, I gave a thought about it. Whatever he said was true. In life, there should be no dependency on others. Now I made a decision, which is much matured, which is more emphasizing. Whenever there is a monetary transaction, it will be on 50-50 basis. I have posted this because this situation may arise in your life too. Instead of firing back to opposite party with all our frustration, try finding the truth behind it. It is all about the word power game and this is how the life moves ON..

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Styles in Table Tennis

This article is all about different types of grips or playing styles preferred by the advanced players in the world of table tennis. Remember that there is no rule of holding racket, bat or paddle by ITTF. You can grip it in any way you like. Competitive players grip it in many ways but mainly two types of grips are more popular. They are shake-hand style and pen-hold style. In course of history of table tennis we have seen some unfamiliar grips like seemllier grip, V grip and pistol grip. Sadly these grips are not seen much at higher level of play. It would be unfair to say that these styles of play are inferior because there are few users of it and are less seen in big events. Anyway one should choose the grip with what one is comfortable with and not which is popular.

Shake-hand style
It is oldest type and most popular type of grip in ping-pong. It is quite an easy grip to play with. Here we grip the racket just like hand shaking; the index finger is extended along the bottom of the racket, with the thumb being relaxed on the blade or rubber. The bottom three fingers are used to grip the handle. There are two types of it.
Shakehand shallow grip- here the thumb is placed on handle, generate more power.
Shakehand deep grip-here the thumb is placed on rubber.
As said earlier, this style of play is easy to learn with and the player hits the ball comfortably on forehand and backhand but they have disadvantage of hitting the ball coming to their body. At professional level players get expert in it. These players stay close to the table. They don’t need to move much. They comfortably hit different types of shorts like loop, counter drive chopper etc. More than 85% players opt for this style all over the globe. In India more than 95% players are shakehanders. The Europeans were dominating in 40s and 50s with this style and currently they stand same with other type grips.

Penhold style
As the name implies, this grip is similar to holding a pen for writing. The thumb and index finger hold on to the racket handle, while the other three fingers curl or spread around the back of the racket. It is bit difficult to grip in and play for hours. Also they learn and progress slow as compared to their shakehand counterparts. It seems to be frustrating for these grip players at beginner level but it don’t prove to be an inferior style. Also they have disadvantaged in backhand but strong at forehand and near their body. They have to turn their wrist, hand and body in an unnatural way to hit at backhand. Reply to topspin at backhand is tough for them. The backhand weakness can be covered adequately with excellent footwork, or supplemented with the recent reverse penhold backhand loop innovation. They should posses higher stamina and cover most of table at forehand. They are good and natural spinners of ball. Nevertheless, penholders dominated from 60s to 90s in this sport. Now they are still competing well at various events. This style is categorized in three types.

Traditional Chinese Grip – last three fingers curl around the back of the racket, easy in push and block at backhand.

Japanese/Korean Grip –The fingers on the back of the bat are extended straight out rather than curled. It adds power at forehand shorts. They can generate more spin but have restricted movement at backhand

Reverse Penhold Backhand (RPB) Grip- Here the back of the penhold bat is used to hit the backhand. Typically the fingers are held in a similar fashion to the traditional Chinese penhold grip. It is a new innovation by Chinese. Drawback at backhand is reduced.

Minor styles
Seemiller grip-In the Seemiller grip, the racket is held similarly to the shakehand grip, but with a 90 degree turn so that the thumb and index finger are used to grip the sides of the bat. Both forehand and backhand are played with the same side of the bat, although the bat can be turned to use the other side. It is typically used with a combination bat.
V Grip-The V grip in table tennis is so called because the blade is held between the index and middle fingers, which are spread apart similar to the ‘V for Victory’ sign to begin with. The index and middle fingers are then curled down to grip the blade, while the last two fingers wrap around the handle. The thumb is placed where comfortable.
Whatever type of grip you may have, you can still be a champion. It is totally unfair to say any form of grip is superior and history has shown us that. At current situation experts never consider any style as superior. People like you and give you respect when u play well and win not of style you posses. I am a penholder and people gave respect when I won matches but was criticized at beginning for my style. so be a champion and prove yourself.

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The Virtual Fight..

“Always do your Karma, do not wait for the fruit because if you dream of the fruit you will never do your Karma well..” one of the teachings of Bhagwat Gita. But at times the scenario might change.

A friend from Hyderabad who is in my FE group was in town. So we all mates decided to meet up and share a gala time. After a long thought Kunal decided the venue in CCD in FC road. I had lots of trouble with my bike parking as the one-way plan is being implemented on experimental basis and traffic was flowing in an alarming rate. But somehow I managed to cross the other side of the road and find a place to park. Traffic conditions in Pune rock and the roads with potholes filled with ample water during monsoon for poor people to wash out clothes and utensils..

We all entered CCD and started scanning for a better place. All we needed was a place which was isolated from others and with fewer disturbances. But we landed up with nothing. So we sat in a round table and keeping an eye on the sofa which we found out a better place to murmur.

It was a 90-10 situation for me. 90% concentration on sofa while 10% concentration on the conversation. Suddenly there was some displacement noise from other end and I was on my toes. As the folks left I started moving towards my destination of achieving it but it had been acquired by other group when I was half the way. I stared at them at mere disappointment. To my surprise the manager came and asked them to shift as that place was already booked by Prasad. Thanks to him.. Kabhi tho dimag chala uska.. After that ours win situation was toasted by cappuchino..

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Joyful Morning

Morning alarm rang and Mom dragged me out of the bed for me to drop sister to school. After having a joyful ride, I returned home fresh. Directly I went starting my computer checking for any new emails, scraps and notifications. After a few minutes, to my surprise, my classmate Rohit pinged me on gtalk. The chat began with the morning greetings and then he said that he is coming to a bank near my place at noon. With this chance we can meet and exchange some words. But for time being I thought that the chance of meeting him is 50-50 as its being a long time.

Things have changed from half pant to full pant so called trouser and from water bottle hanging around the neck to beer can across our fingers. Things gradually change with time and so are people.

While heading towards meeting him made me remember my school days. Today I am not in touch with much of my school friends as everyone is busy in their own life. The joys of playing hide and seek to kho-kho to king kong to football and basketball flashed in my mind.

When I reached the destination I surprised to see a completely changed friend. We use to call him “Rabbit” as he had Bugs-Bunny looks but now I met a matured Rohit with a manly voice – “PAPA rabbit”.. lolzzz

We started with chai-time gupshup with 5-6 cups of tea and 5 grass taken by Rohit. We were in touch via social networking sites. What I have knew about him was that he has become a stunt biker. I vouch for his stunts as I saw many of his videos uploaded on web. I got to know many things regarding bikes which I was unaware of. I learnt from him that he is nocturnal with his CBR 600RR by heading towards Lonavala with his fellow mates. Our talks continued with all the memories of school days with cups of tea in front of us. Anyways it was a joyful morning remembering all the good times spend during school days.

This post is dedicated to my friend Rohit Kulkarni who was my schoolmate and now completed his BE in E&TC.

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Pehchan Kaun????

This is my first post regarding Swine Flu which had gripped the beautiful “Aamchi Pune” city reporting its first death casualty of a 13 year old girl from St.Anne’s “Redaah Shaikh”. There was panic all over the city after the news flash in all leading newspapers and news channels. There was sudden increase in numbers in Naidu Hospital for getting screened. Emails’ regarding all precautions and things to do was flooding my inbox. All with dissimilar opinions.

Apart from all this, what I observed was that there was increase in the selling of masks. The hygienic mask which was sold earlier for Rs.2 was now sold for Rs.10. Imagine people, wearing mask (apart from N95 – which was actually prescribed) of different brands and different colors, everywhere. But I was happy with my handkerchief, trying to be the “Odd Man out”..

Today, I went with Jaidev to pay his house’s electricity bill. The counter was flooded with people as the swine flu fever was going down. The queue was very big. I saw such a long queue in electricity billing center for the first time. Seeing the situation, Jaidev asked me to follow up so that he can park his Enticer. Standing there and looking at the crowd I saw a person with a mask waving at me. I could not recognize him as there were people standing behind me thinking it might be for one of them. I ignored him by looking behind and gazed his embarrass face. After sometime when Jaidev arrived, he recognized the masked man. He gave him a waver confusing me more. I was in dilemma. When inquired came to know that it was my classmate Sachin. At that moment, my face was completely shrunken as we were meeting after such a long time and I ignored him. By crossing all the folks I managed to get near him and made a handshake with a apology. From that moment onwards I decided that “if a masked man in a crowd gives me a waver, I’ll also give him a waver because he might be my neighbor.”

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Munnabhai Reloaded...

This is what a student thinks when he gets into engineering.

I had taken refernce of Munnabhai MBBS title song and thought of changing it for technical people.

Hello...

Infy aarela hoon

TCS jalera hoon

IBM aarela hoon mere baap.

Are kidhar kidhar

Are electronics city

Hold man hold

I am busy haan

M bole to bole to bole to bole to

M bole to master main master

B bole to bole to bole to bole to

B bole to bindaas hacker

B bole to bole to bole to bole to

B bole to be-misaal actor

S bole to bole to bole to bole to

S bole to

S bole to shana character

Main code ko seedha compile kara doon

Seedhe to teda bana doon (modify)

Client ko jhat se hansa doon

Boss ko phat se rula doon

hey...style, mera smile

style mera smile

na kar de software tera crack crack crack

oh.....

whats ur name? (englist)

aiya, tujha nau kai re? (marathi)

My name?

Maiti nau kai?

Munna bhai Engineer - 3

Munna bhai are Engineer

M bole to bole to bole to bole to

hey meri degree A1 dhansu badi

Yeh kya bola

Meri dulhan banegi soni kudi

Are waqt bola re

hey meri degree A1 dhansu badi

Meri dulhan banegi soni kudi

hmm...

Har taraf professional mahol hoga

Personality pe control hoga

dekh kar humko duniya jalegi

par apni life maze main chalegi

hey sapna yeh apna

sapna yeh apna

code na hoga yeh break break break

ara ra ra

tharo naam shoon chhe? (gujrati)

(some south indian lang)?

Munna bhai Engineer - 3

Munna bhai are Engineerrrrr..

M bole to bole to bole to bole to

Are yeh hata re sab sawan ki ghata

chal apna chala chal apna chala chal be

Din main das bees projects no tension

are maska hai baap maska

bhool jaaunga bhook pyaas no tention

Are bola na fikar not, no tension bapu

Din main das bees projects no tension

bhool jaaunga bhook pyaas no tention

Haa...

Hongi dollar main apni kamaiyaan

Rang layengi mahengi gaadiyan

Kudh bhi naachunga sabko nachaunga

Main trainess ko disco karaunga

Naye raag main kisi baag main

Nache jhoome gayega hum

Kisi bar se nayi car se

Beer pee kar aayega hum

Hey.. kudiya phuljhadiyaan

Kudiya phuljhadiyaan

dil apna par kam too check check check

??????????????

dasso na tuhada naan to dasso?

Amar naam?

sadda naam?

Munna bhai Engineer - 2

M bole to bole to bole to bole to

M bole to master main master

B bole to bole to bole to bole to

B bole to bindaas hacker

Again..

B bole to bole to bole to bole to

B bole to be-misaal actor

S bole to bole to bole to bole to

S bole to shana character

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