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Sunday 12 May 2013
Tuesday 7 May 2013
Friday 3 May 2013
- Do NOT race for the stairs, especially if they are internal stairs. The staircase is one of the weakest parts of the apartment building, have a different momentum of frequency and most likely to collapse first.
- If you are on the ground floor and have a clear open space near your house, run out and stand clear.
- If you live quite some floors above in your building, try to seek shelter near a bulky object such as a sofa. Curl up and sit on the floor and make sure you are not near a window, mirror, fireplace, gas stove or have heavy paintings or wall hangings above you. Avoid using the lift or escalators.
- Drop down; take cover under a desk or table and hold on. There are two things that can harm you in an earthquake: one is falling and flying objects and the second is structural collapse. For the first, it is recommended you take cover so that any flying object like glass or bookcases can’t hurt you. But in case structural damage is occurring (collapsing buildings), it is suggested that you duck and sit next to a bulky object like a sofa or a bed. This is a place where a ‘void’ is likely to be created and you will avoid being crushed.
- Stay indoors until the shaking stops and you're sure it's safe to exit.
- Stay away from bookcases or furniture that can fall on you.
- Stay away from windows. In a high-rise building, expect the fire alarms and sprinklers to go off during a quake (of if you’re in India, you don’t need to worry about this. They probably won’t even go off if there IS a fire :P).
- If you are outdoors, find a clear spot away from buildings, trees, and power lines. Drop to the ground.
- If you are in a car, slow down and drive to a clear place. Stay in the car until the shaking stops. Do not wait near bridges, tall trees etc.
- Don't use candles or any open flames. Earthquakes sometimes break natural gas lines which easily catch fire.
- Expect aftershocks
Monday 29 April 2013
Friday 26 April 2013
The first is that I reconnected with an old friend after almost 18 years. The border-less world of the internet and Google makes connecting easier in so many ways. A simple google search can help you find friends you thought you had left behind for good. There is something so refreshing in revisiting your childhood. In finding people who knew you when you were a gangly teenager and in realising that neither of you have changed too much. It's wonderful how easily conversation flows between two people who knew each other long back, even though they've grown up now. A burst of fresh air. A whiff of jasmine. A smile on my face.
The second is that my sister will meet my little nephew today. A little golu that we have only known through a photograph will today become our reality. A tiny little jewel hidden in the folds of a far away land called Kazakhstan. He will wake up tomorrow and he will have a family. A family who will love him more than he can ever imagine possible. A crazy mother, a doting father, a masi who will spoil him rotten, grandparents who will sing him to sleep. So much happiness awaits him, and today he is unaware of it. Sleep well little one. For tomorrow, all our lives will change.
Sunday 21 April 2013
So you can't see my tears
I hide in the light
So you can't see my fears
I smile bright and wide
In the light of the day
Hug myself all night
The demons alone I slay
You pretend the mask is real
The truth is harder to face
My thoughts, my heart, my self
You rather not embrace
What purpose is a life
Of pretence I pray
When there's no one to care
That you've had a terrible day
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Saturday 13 April 2013
I had the good fortune of having friends who are locals there, some born and brought up there and some expats. They whispered secrets of the city in my ears, secrets that it would take a tourist forever to uncover.
In good faith, here I am sharing their tips for the goodness of mankind.
Kuala Lumpur, a shopper's paradise. My latest article on Rediff. Read it here.
Monday 8 April 2013
Read the article here.
Thursday 4 April 2013
Which is why its weird that wherever I have gone in life, people (the important ones) have searched me out and found me interesting enough to be friends with me. And most of the times, whether it was college or the British Council course, the friends I made in the first week are the friends I still have around.
I would love to believe its my magnetic personality or my unparalleled charm. But chances are, I just have always been very lucky.
Its heartening that there are people earnest enough to try to peel back your layers and still stick around after they find what's underneath.
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Tuesday 2 April 2013
Monday 1 April 2013
It’s ironic when you think of it, that a brand marketer constantly questions the value of a brand. On paper I understand that the exclusivity associated with a brand allows it to charge the customer a mark up on the logical price of the product. But the rationalist in me has issues when this mark up goes beyond a certain limit.
Yes, I do buy clothes of certain brands. But I usually do that because of the quality of the product and the styling. When the mark up is upto around 50%, I can find myself justifying it. The problem arises when the brand charges a price in multiples of what the product should be worth.
Let me illustrate. Whoever knows me, knows I am not a bag person. For the life of me, I can not carry a bag, fancy brand or not. You will always see me with my wallet in hand, phone and car keys in my pocket. Yet, I find it strange when the bags people carry around me cost close to what a small car does! When I was growing up, owning a pair of Nike or Reebok shoes was the epitome of cool in school. So when I started earning, I made sure that the shoes I bought always had a fancy enough brand name. But now when I walk into a store and see the sport shoes costing upwards of Rs.6000, I find myself questioning whether the world of Bata and Liberty really is that bad. Just because I can afford it, does it justify spending this amount if I can find a better alternative?
The crux of the issue came to light with mobile phones. In college, I and my best friend shared a phone. My first phone was the candybar Nokia entry level. Once I started earning, I realised that like haircuts, I loved the concept of an interesting phone. Thus, I would experiment with the wackiest phones. I mean it. I am the only person I know who actually owned a Phillips phone (though it was this awesome flip model in indigo blue). I’ve used phones made by Alcatel, Nokia, Samsung, Motorola, Phillips and Sony Ericson (it was orange and had to be twisted to be opened).
But fancier phones came in the market, the price range also expanded. And I found myself the owner of a Samsung Galaxy S. It may have cost me half of what the Husband’s iPhone cost him, yet for a phone the price just seemed outrageous. What was worse was that I had trouble with the phone from the day I bought it. Yet I kept justifying it to myself and kept trying to make it last longer, because of what I had spent on it.
Tuesday 19 March 2013
Thursday 28 February 2013
Tuesday 26 February 2013
This sudden lifestyle change has taken many of us by surprise. I for one, need to stop sleeping with my phone under my pillow! My latest article on Rediff lays down a few guidelines for Mobile Etiquettes - small things that show respect to people around us.
Read the article here.
Friday 22 February 2013
He taught me how to change a car tire so that I would never be stranded. When I totalled his car in my early driving years, he didn't even tell me off. All he did was ask me to go for a drive in the evening, so that I wouldn't be scared to.
When I got married, he locked himself in a room for hours and refused to come out. I remember sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to Bali and my biggest concern was that he had almost gone into depression.
He's 62 years old and still works 14 hour days. And if I ever hint that I am craving for gol gappas when he's just come back from work, he'll jump up and won't even wait to be asked twice.
Everyone thinks their daddy is the best. I know the flaws and strengths of mine. He makes me so mad sometimes that I want to scream. Yet the one thing you can't take away from the man is that he tries his level best. Every day. In everything he does. He does the best he can. Selflessly. Untiringly. Every day.
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Thursday 14 February 2013
Monday 11 February 2013
It's been a while that I have reviewed a film. It's not due to a lack of watching films (surprisingly!) but rather a lack of cinema that inspired me to review it. Thankfully after the disaster called 'Inkaar' last week, along came 'Special 26', literally begging to be reviewed.
Set around 25 years back, the story based on true incidents follows the exploits of a group of con men who would 'raid' ministers of businessmen posing as CBI or IT officials. The cases would usually go unreported as the victims were usually hiding black money. The premise of the story is good enough but when you get a set of classic actors like Akshay Kumar, Anupam Kher and the very talented Mr. Manoj Bajpai together, you can not possibly go wrong.
Each actor has played his part to perfection. One can not help but marvel at the phenomenon called Anupam Kher. His mere body language speaks volumes, in a micro second, as he transforms from the leader into the follower during a particular raid. Manoj Bajpai, my all time favourite plays his part of the 'real' CBI agent to perfection. His characterization has been well thought through with little incidents to show his conservative and old school thinking. He is, alas, not the shining star in this film but he holds his own.
The direction is splendid and editing tight. At no point during the film does one's attention wander or you be tempted to look at your watch.
A must watch. You are sure to come out of the hall laughing. An absolute entertainer.
Rating: 4 on 5
Paisa Wasool Moment: Manoj Bajpai's moment of revelation about who the 'Special 26' are!!
Friday 8 February 2013
The smooth process of driving into the office and going straight up the elevator that would take me 3 minutes as an employee is now nothing short of an arduous task. For some reason, most offices either do not have a visitors parking or have it in some obscure place from where you need to walk a nice long path to reach Step 2, the visitor pass. Getting the visitor pass itself is something like entering the FBI HQ. Most involve an instant photo clicking session. Step 3 involves leaving the guardhouse or main reception and trudging up to the particular office building where my colleague may sit. A long wait at the second reception and finally navigating myself through doors which need security cards (which visitors ofcourse don't have and guards are suddenly missing), I reach my destination, albeit 30 minutes after entering the premises.
Next time, I'm going to suggest a concall!
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Thursday 31 January 2013
Saturday 26 January 2013
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Thursday 17 January 2013
Wednesday 16 January 2013
For all those who look at me but don't see me, I feel sorry for you. For those who think my capability or the value of my opinions is linked to how much money I earn, I feel sorry for you. Because it is disproportionately high. For those who can't deal with the clarity of my thoughts or the infidelity of my interests, I feel sorry for you. Because, I have the guts to say, I don't know what I ultimately want. And I won't settle.
For those who only hear my silences, I feel sorry you can't feel the beauty of my thoughts. For those who disregard all that I do, I feel sorry for your myopic vision.
Monday 14 January 2013
Happy Makar Sakranti! Or as we call it in Gujarat, Uttrayan. I'm sure I've blogged about this before, but it was such a wonderful part of my college years that I can't help but go back in time.
On this fateful day, every selfrespecting Amdavadi retreats to his/her (or a friend's) place in the old city.From morning till evening, the skies of the city resemble a colorful battleground dotted by millions of kites trying to outdo each other. If you've read the Kite Runner, multiply that by a thousand. The only breaks taken are to gorge on a delicacy prepared only for this day called undiyu.
As all my friends were migrants to the city, thankfully 2 of our guju friends had a place in the old city to host us and moms who cooked the best undiyu in the world!
Happy Uttrayan Amdavad..go get them!
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Wednesday 9 January 2013
We bought a house many years back. Ofcourse with our meagre salaries that time, construction linked was all we could buy, so in essence we bought a dream. Alas, if the financial whizes of the world couldn’t predict the recession then who were we…so it just happened that a few months into the purchase, the global economy collapsed and as a result (or excuse), our flat’s construction also stopped for 2 years. Once it started, our sporadic visits to the site only witnessed bricks, dust and mortar.
On Sunday, we dropped in to see our house. And we saw our house. I am usually not airy fairy and don’t build castles in the air. But when I walked into the house, I somehow did not see the thick layer of dust on the floor but saw the lovely floor tiles that they had put in. I saw the sliding glass doors and french windows that I have always loved. I did not see the tiny dining room but a cozy corner where many warm meals on winter nights could be had. I didn’t see the limited dimensions of the study…but cartoons on the walls and a bed for my Sonu to sleep in. I saw beauty where no one else could. I saw achievement. And I saw a labor of love.
Ironically, the house is not one we plan to ever stay in. It is a pure investment. Also, I am pretty sure we will buy many more, bigger and more luxurious homes in the years to come. But for some strange reason, this first one will always be special. Always be my castle in the air. I am so proud.
Wednesday 26 December 2012
Sunday 23 December 2012
Friday 21 December 2012
If India/ Delhi bashing was a sport, it may deserve its own personal Olympics! I am usually non-confrontational in nature and unless something REALLY irks me, I don't get into it. The Mayans were right. The world is ending. If it weren't would a person walk into a place of worship or an elementary school and gun down innocent people? If it weren't would heinous crimes still be committed against women? But they are. What the psychologist in me fails to understand is why when an incident happens in a 'developed' country, it is seen as an incident and the perpetrator or at most, the laws are blamed. When an incident happens in India, the same people blame the entire country! They blame the government, the police, the public, the laws, the culture, the mindset and just everything. It is not an incident anymore, it is a way of life. Which it isn't and I will explain it in the most rational way possible using statistics which are unbiased.
This is going to be a long post. The first half I need to deal with this India bashing and put the concept of violence in global perspective. If you're still hanging around till the end of the post, I will be enumerating some stuff on how one can try to be safer (tips that are useful).
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.
They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who's clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from/attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don't have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn't worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands. Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you're not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:
Can't believe it is so cold out here, we're in for a bad winter. Now that you've seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they'd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can't beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching
yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy's parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you'll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he's out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don't dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you'd feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
8] Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
9] Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you, chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE CRAZY IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
10] If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
11] Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit.
(Doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
12] A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be
hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the
passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
13] ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
14] If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
15] As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Delhi Police Anti-stalking helpline. (Obscene calls, threats, abuses) 011-27894455. I would suggest sharing this and saving this in your phones. If you could look up similar helpline numbers for your city, you'd be doing everyone a favour.
Thursday 20 December 2012
Maybe I need to return to the competitive world. Maybe I'm losing the edge.
Not a happy day.
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