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The Power of Vulnerability


You Grew Up in India in 90s if…

(1) You’ve read at least some Chacha Chaudhary or Tinkle comics.
(2)You watched Cartoon Network and then the late night movies on TNT that came after Cartoon Network ended.
(3) You know the song ‘Made in India’ by Alisha Chinoi
(4) You’ve seen Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge at the cinema at least once. You’ve also seen David Dhawan and Govinda movies and laughed at them.
(5) Barbies for girls, and GI Joes for boys were the ultimate status symbols. And later came, Hot Wheels.
(6) You’ve had endless packets of Parle Gluco G biscuits, and of Brittania Little Hearts biscuits. You also loved licking off the cream from the centre of Bourbon biscuits.
(7) You watched Baywatch on Star World even though (or because) your parents said you shouldn’t watch it.
(8) You bought packets of potato chips for the specific purpose of collecting Tazos.
(9) For the longest time, the Maruti 800, the Premier Padmini, THE Fiat, and THE Ambassador were the only cars you saw on the road, and the Contessa was cool because it was bigger.
(10) You used to Fuzen gum. You also chewed Big (big) Babool and/or Boom Boom Boomer chewing gum. They were bright pink and disgusting tasting, but you loved them for the temporary tattoos.
(11) You have at some point debated who was more beautiful- Aishwarya or Sushmita.
(12) When you would watch WWF keenly every evening/afternoon and really think that Undertaker had 7 lives and he made an “actual” appearance in the Akshay Kumar- starrer Khiladiyon ka Khiladi.
(13) You grew up reading Enid Blyton books.
(14) You absolutely HAD to go to Essel World if you went to Mumbai! “Essel World mein rahoonga main, ghar nahin nahin jaaonga main!”
(15) You watched the Bournvita Quiz contest on TV pretty religiously.
(16) “Jungle jungle baat chali hai, pata chala hai. Chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai, phool khila!”
(17) Maggi 2 Minute Noodles = ultimate snack (and tiffin, lunch, dinner)!
(18) you recall the nation’s obsession with Mahabharata on TV.
(19) This list made you smile 🙂

as per found on orkut group (originally ripped from FB group with the same tittle)


one more fucking time

i can say that this can be the anthem song describing meself !!

Everyday more I dig, more I fall for motorhead..

PS – Lemmy kilmister accepted my request on FB..idk if he’s real one or fake..but i don’t care..sometime illusions prove out to be a great fuel to drive things properly !! Relevance is hard to find for you people..but to me it’s perfectly relevant ! 🙂

All life is a mystery,
All things come to he who waits
All things just a twist of fate
It’s just a state of mind
All your time is not your own
It’s real hard to find out why
It’s real hard to say good-bye
To move on down the line…

Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I’m in
It wasn’t of my choosing
It’s only bones and skin
And I will plead no contest
If loving you’s a crime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time

All your life is in your head
All you dreams are in your sleep
And if your dreams are hid too deep
They’re just a waste of time
When you try to chase the dream
You never seem to know the time
You never recognize the signs
And nothing’s what it seems

Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I’m in
It wasn’t of my choosing
It’s only bones and skin
And I will plead no contest
If loving you’s a crime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time

And if I would have been a bad man
You would have seen the good in me
You would have seen the other
The good man I could be
But since I am a good man
The same was all the same
Nothing I could do, nothing I could do

All life is a mystery,
All things pass you by in time
All things just a perfect crime
It’s just the way we are
All instincts let you down
It’s not a case of love in vain
It’s not a case of love insane
It’s enough to break your heart

Both your eyes wide open
You see the shape I’m in
It wasn’t my idea
That I be the one to sin
And so all those years together
Weren’t worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time
And so all our years together
Weren’t worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time
And so all our years together
Weren’t worth a fucking dime
So go on and find me guilty
Just one more fucking time


slow down culture

From an Indian in Sweden:
An interesting reflection. :

Slow Down Culture

It’s been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience.
Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It’s a rule.
Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results.
Therefore, we have come to possess a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results.

Said in another words:
1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil
2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.
3. Stockholm has 500,000 people.
4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies. Volvo supplies the NASA.

The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn’t say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, ‘Do you have a fixed parking space? I’ve noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot.’ To which he replied, ‘Since we’re here early we’ll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don’t you think?…………………..Imagine my face.

Nowadays, there’s a movement in Europe name Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week.

Basically, the movement questions the sense of ‘hurry’ and ‘craziness’ generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of ‘having in quantity'(life status) versus ‘having with quality’, ‘life quality’ or the ‘quality of being’. French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 28.8 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%…This slow attitude has brought forth the US’s attention, pupils of the fast and the ‘do it now!’

This no-rush attitude doesn’t represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the ‘now’, present and concrete, versus the ‘global’, undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans’ essential values, the simplicity of living.

It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do. It’s time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit. In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there’s a scene where the blind Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, ’I can’t, my boyfriend will be here any minute now’. To which Al responds, ‘A life is lived in an instant’. Then they dance to a tango.

Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, ‘Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans’.


Trauma Ward

Yesterday was a scary day for me. While coming back from AIESEC appointment, a guy was crossing a road and he met with and accident. He bumped into a two wheeler while crossing the road. Due to heat he was very weak anyway. As a matter of fact that guy tried to save him but he touched the silencer and fell on the road. He is bleeding. That too from head. As usual in 5 seconds there was a huge crowd around. Some one brought water, we cleaned his wound. Meanwhile 108 was called and ambulance was on its way. Bleeding stopped after pouring the water. The guy was totally not in his senses. He wasn’t unconscious though. He was completely blank. 108 arrives, the medic comes and sees him. While checking his head and talking to me..looking at me and cleaning he said nothing to worry and there was a huge stain of blood on the cotton. And he said, we need to take him to local hospital. Meanwhile my friend had arrived as well. I sat in the ambulance with him.

He soon as we reached hospital, he was taken to the Trauma Ward. The scene of trauma ward was pathetic. Very similar to those exaggerated scenes shown in a typical south Indian movies. But I’d not anymore say exaggerated. They are true. There were around 12 beds there. On one bed there was kid taken, skin of his hand was totally ripped off. On the other bed a guy was shaking like anything. A pregnant woman was yelling like anything {later I came to know that she had a miscarriage 😦  }. An old man was on oxygen mask. Meanwhile case paper was made and preliminary treatment was given to the man I had injured. He was allotted his bed and I was away for the formalities. Doctor told me that so far its head injury CT scan needs to be done. I arranged money for it somehow and got him to the CT scan ward. Before taking him there..there was a stretcher with a man of age 45 lying with his mouth open unconsciously. His son was coming there. Meanwhile back in CT scan room, the only thing i was praying to good lord was that there isn’t anything serious. That man should not suffer more. I was almost on verge of crying feeling guilty. All this while I had called his family and his and wife were on their way to hospital. They lived in some village in outskirts of city. The guy was doing some sort of business.  Actually one can’t call it a business at all. What he does is, buy small things of daily chores and go back to his village and sell ’em. So it was daily sort of business. Everyday he’d come to city buy things and sell there.

CT scan reports came and Doc said everything is normal. Nothing to worry about. I was like thank God !! I put him on wheelchair and brought back to the trauma ward. Back in trauma ward, doctor asked me to bring thread and medicine for stitches. So Devang and Shyam went for the medicine, problem was we didn’t have money at all. They called up Harsh to come with money. And so far only one person is allowed with the patient I was with the guy. Because his wife and kid hadn’t arrived then. Meanwhile the guy “Mr K” was coming in his senses. And he suddenly bursts crying. I was shocked and scarred again. I sat beside him and asked what happened. He replied “what am I doing here” I don’t remember a thing”. Then I told him everything. Again he was crying, I asked again, he said that he was scarred. I went to doctor and told him about this. Doc came and made him understand. Meanwhile the unconscious guy on stretcher, about whom i mentioned earlier, was still there and his son had arrived. He was yelling Dad, wake up, Dad..please wake up. And trust me while writing this, my eyes are blurred. It was painful and really heart melting to see that guy yelling over his Dead dad !! :(( He kept on doing this for almost 15-20 minutes. He kept on pumping the body and crying. I couldn’t resist myself there.

By then he was taken to OT and his wife and kids had also arrived. They were anxious too. I told them the situation and made them understand that there’s nothing to worry about. I was there with Doc in the OT while taking stitches. I had a nice long conversation with Doctor. While Mrs K  was waiting outside and Doc, Mr K and me being inside the OT. Doc asked me, why didn’t you ran away. I said because it was my fault and even if it wasn’t my fault then i’d have stayed and couple of more talks about morality and humanity !!

Alas, we are done, and you can go home yourself said Doc to Mr K. His wife came to me and thanked me. And his wife explained their condition. They have this daily business. Their evening menu is decided by the earnings at the end of the day. They lived in a house on rest and they can’t pay the rent the landlord is threatening them to leave the place. More over the kid is now in 12th, so his tuition fees and all. I really don’t know how they gonna manage all this.


82 year’s teenager

Yess, you read it right. Yesterday while sitting back at cafe and chilling out with bunch of friends, there came a person with a black hat and painted mustache with black pencil. He waved us so we did. He came and pointing towards Parth and said, this guy is very emotional and very kind hearted. At first we thought he might be some random person who’d be fooling around. So Shyam asked him to give opinion about him and he said “you are the person who lives in your world, you have no other face”..he told almost about every1’s nature and we were really astonished !!

Later, he introduced himself, i dont remember the name, but I do remember his surname, he was chief photographer for local daily “Gujarat Samachar” . He was Mr Zaveri. At the age of 82, he was so active, full of joy. He was a true artist. He was not 82, he was 100-82=18, even younger and more active than me. Face full of peace and optimism. He said, you all are actors, u are a live film..

……….to be continued, i need to rush now, but i’d surely finish it by evening..Ohh and Yess, good ol’ happy days are coming back, its blooming again. Still black would stay forever \m/


3 stories that i need to follow, they are my fav. ones


There was a Priest, who believed in god. He spent all his life after good deeds and in the temple. Once, there came the flood in the town. It was so heavy that everything flowed away, to save his life he got over the dome of the temple. He kept on praying, he still had faith in god. Meanwhile a huge tree just passed by, but he said to himself that “god will save me” and continued his prayers. Later came a life boat. He again said “god will save me” and he got back to his ol’ job, now there came a helicopter to save him and he said “my god will save me”. The flood water rose and he got drown ! He definately deserved Heaven. He asked god why didn’t save me my lord !? God said, moron, i gave you 3 oppertunity, but u kept on praying !!

Moral : God helps them, those who help themselves {although fear created the god, but thats something irrelevent in this topic.}


There was a boy. Who was very bright at studies and he was also big fan of sports car. When he was done with his school and topped the university he expected his father to gift him a brand new sports car. He got home and showed his father his degree. His father kissed him on forehead and gifted him a brand new bible. Boy got dissapointed and angry. The same moment he left his father’s home. Years passed, he earned well and got rich just like his father and he got the news of his father’s death. He decided to visit his childhood home. When he went he saw the same bible in the same condition. With blurred eyes he opened it and he start crying like a little kid. In the bible, There was a key with a little note “To my son, on his great achievement” He was guilty but now it was too late.

Moral : Never take decisions when you are angry. Assumptions are the worst thing ever in life. Never assum anything about anything.


Bill was walking down the street with his personal belongings in a box. He lost his balance on a lose pave rock. He fell and his all belongings too. Mark was passing by he saw and he helped his gathering things, hugged him. They became good friends, after years when they were talking about thier glorious friendship, Mark Asked what made us close friends !? Bill said the day when we met, u helped me with my things. I was so pissed of that day, i packed all my things from office and i was going to suicide that day. But your little act of kindness and warmth of hug lead me to change my mind. The way you gathered my things from the road, u did the same with my life. 🙂

Moral : Little things do matter, although thier effect isn’t spontaneous or the remarkable, but they do make a difference, be kind !!

yeah, that’s me

pearls of wisdom

"Apparently people don't like the truth, but I do like it; I like it because it upsets a lot of people. If you show them enough times that their arguments are bullshit, then maybe just once, one of them will say, 'Oh! Wait a minute - I was wrong.' I live for that happening. Rare, I assure you."

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