Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014 haiku 7 Comments
And oops, if yellow is not your color, what it is then? Do share your favorite color and keep reading numerounity. You can also visit my blog on Fashion, Food and Lifestyle at www.hautekutir.com.
This snap card Haiku is created for A to Z Challenge, in response to Alphabet of the day- Y.
X-Men and Woman
Monday, April 28, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014 9 Comments
Item Girl Rose to fame, India gets a new Female PM
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014 humor 19 Comments
Rioters 14th May 2014
The official news partner of NAP would like to convey their heartfelt best wishes to the new PM. Let us join hands and F..K oops Buck up the women empowerment. Dear Sakhi, we look forward at you for a great stint in your new role. Rise, Shine and keep your fervor up like the true flavor of your Election symbol- Hari Mirch.
|Photo File: I have given my blood and err sweat for this|
PS: if you wondered why Sakhi dressed like national flag of neighboring Pakistani sans a moon, the answer would be a simple wardrobe mis-function herein the legendary actress has asked her designer to make a costume similar to her party symbol [So that she can get inside the role effectively]
|Photo File- Mujhe Bahu-mat banaye magar mujhe bahumat se jitaaye.|
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014 8 Comments
breaking all stereotype
When couch was a lazy syndrome
and potatoes referred only to gastronomical delight.
The new age belongs to them
who walks fast
in pace with technology
embracing science is the new game
Every dog has its day
I have chased that idiom away
to emerge as my own archetype.
I am master of my den
learning metaphysics and
loving IOS over android
I am no Tom, hunter or Sherry
I love my books and go merry
and admire the art of Zen.
I ain't no couch potatoes
I am the new thinker
I waste no bark but I hark
all that book I read
I waste no bite but feast on byte
and do all "Data Snacking" that I need.
I am master of my Den.
Do not think I am plain Jane
I am the new age Elite.
Written this poem for Magpie tales. If you liked/ disliked my post, do drop me a comment below. Thanks.
What The F
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014 5 Comments
Visitors in Finland
Friday, April 25, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014 1 Comments
They braved the rain
they took all the pain
on a muggy Sunday morning
they came for a cause
even rains could not douse
their plan of family meeting
yellow, blue and maroons
they brought colorful balloons
that brightened the dull park
with umbrellas and gumboots
they did not give two hoots
and followed their Quark.
Frankly speaking, off late, seeing and knowing many things are remote from pleasure and borders
Here's few #TumKoDekha AKA #SeeingYou #QFunk #SFunk that came on top of mind as I recall.
#TumKoDekha so this occurred to me...
Zindagi pyaar ki chaon, tum kaali dhoop
Life is beautiful, but rapist men, u r kurup [ugly in Hindi]
#TumKoDekha so it dawned upon
why do I vote or lack of it?
you politicians really believe in reform or just bark the "jargon" for the heck of it?
#TumKoDekha and I realized...
Why women are scared to born but prefer to die
rather than live in your ugly society, with strangulated breaths, sorry to survive.
#TumKoDekha and it made me wonder
Is this so called democracy, is actually a blunder?
Who chose you? Who made your minister?
#TumKoDekha and felt upright
Women why a lot of you become fellow women's plight?
Light up your mind, ignite and work on your doing "Rights" over your "Wrongs"
#TumKoDekha so I felt ashamed
We scaled the moon but left our offenders untamed
Politicians like you, are blotch on this nations's name
The nation of Vishnu, the nation of Brahma
The nation of Saraswati, the nation of Durga
You praise her as idol, but rape the real women
plunder her soul, mutilate her shame
You think Rape is always a women' fault.
Will you say the same if your own mother, sisters, wife, daughters were assault?
#Boys Will Be #Boys, they commit a mistake
and women who is victim, is always a fake?
"Hang them to death" punish their offense
"It is her fault", "It is her fault" is always your defense?
Hey Men Spare that
Nature is a mother
prevents, cautions and
destroys too if it nurtures
You are someone's son, you will be someone's father
Will you say the same, if that comes to your daughter?
Imagine that five year old sweetheart who was a victim
Do u really think that her skirt was too inviting?
Think about that Old lady, who is someone's mother
To her battered agony, would you add further?
Somewhere I am glad, that you said that
Cause how else would we have known the True you, if you not had
#Politics is not just #GameOfThrone
#Politics is administering the nation
#Politics is also justice and Reform!
O Men, Spare that.
Cause #TumKoDekha to yeh khayal aaya
Tum jaiso ko apna "Neta" Kisne aur kyu banaya?
#JagoRe & #VorteForChange!
#TumkoDekha toh yeh khyal aaya
Chaare [fodder] se lekar, Hawala, tumne sab Khaya
Spare the nation now at least!
Corrupt, viacrious Politician,
you are a "man eating man" beast!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
Close Encounter with Stinky Mr.Chappantikli
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014 humor 8 Comments
6) High language proficiency with words succeeded by universal Ch...an infinite element of slang-u-gage
|Call me Ass Ke|
What is "boss management"? Boss management is the form of new age-old school- forever green body of management where your most important skill in the role and organization is not your knowledge of business, market, team leadership or other soft/technical/functional skills. But it is that unique skill set aims at combining different aspects of shamelessness, shrewdness and over the top behavior that any individual can possess to the power infinity and do all that it takes to please the boss, makes him be in their good book of "chamchas" barring the good work performance.
My Close Encounter with Smelly Mr. Boss-manager
Its all fair in love, war and team dinners!
|Yo Mr. Chappantikli is so stinky that|
even a man eating plant will die with
lack of Oxygen
Back in Mumbai, after over coming the horrible dinner experiences, I almost forgot Mr. Kapish aka Chappantikli until one day when I got a mail from him marking to the entire universe including all atoms and particles, seeking an answer on why a certain KPI has gone down at his circle, in a tone that even my CEO would not use. Well the mail was not marked to me for explanation and I could have simbly ignored but NO! Justice Miss Khetan was all in shock when she saw those figures being questioned in the mail. Probably that was another mistake as MR. Chappantikli traveled to Mumbai office to explain the goof up that he had done. "What's your plan for lunch" he asked.
"Oh, carry on. I am fasting today [thank God]" I replied.
He made a long face and left my office only to return back with his laptop, asking if could use a little space in my "big cabin not assigned to lesser mortals read non CEO office" like him. Halfheartedly I relented but could not stop suffering #WhatsThatSmellBoss all the time I decided to sit at my work station.
It was half past 8 when my office staff came looking for me. He asked why am I not sitting at my desk but that small corner in visitor's area. I asked him Mr. Kapish left my workstation or is still there. On a proper assurance from the staff that Mr. Chapantikli has left, Men I took my laptop and moved to my desk that was smelling like that dried canal ear the slum. #WhatsThatSmellBoss I asked the office boy. I was appalled when he told me Mr. Kapish ordered some cafeteria food in my name and had it there. Food, burp, silent killers..oops my head was in spin and so much that I packed my bags and left for home.
#NaturesFriend and the age of Innocence
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Tuesday, April 08, 2014 8 Comments
So when Indiblogger and India's leading natural produce FMCG brand- Kissan asked to share a story about a child enjoying nature's company, I could not help but got myself transported back to my childhood [again] and reminisce all the lovely days I had when I was less of gadget driven but totally a #NaturesFriend
I so much loved going around and hated stillness. As a kid, one would never find me inside the house but on the exteriors doing dare devils like walking the parapet walls, looking for hidden bunch of grapes in the vines, climbing the mango tree, entering the forbidden flower tree area of temple guard, climbing up the hibiscus tree and plucking flowers, chasing a butterfly, waking up in late night to spot fireflies, adopting a duo of rabbit only to see them grow manifold and much more. Needless to say, I would have left everyone in the household including our laborers in oil mill in haste breaths and worry. I did not enjoying doing that but i really enjoyed hanging out with nature.
Affairs to Remember
My childhood romance with nature is an affair to remember. It was full of activities ranging from fun to freak to vagabond to extremely weird to The legendary of all would be climbing from 4 story under construction building, into a pile of sand, standing up, stepping back and jumping again....all through out the noon. All at the harsh, warm sun of 3:00 pm in an afternoon. As if that was not enough, playing hopscotch on sand. Make as many laps as you can before the sea water washes it away. If it does, the next game is to collect as many sea conch shells and make sand castles- as punishment. For real fun was to swim on tides or hanging from house roof to factory shed to the big giant mango tree, peeping for a new fruit to grow.
Those were the days!
Before I retired to my bed, I could not help but kept humming these lines from the song-
Freedom, Friday and Filmi Fever
when rivers dry, blue
from sky, green from leaves fades
nature needs your help
a timid and shy girl
who met with a fatal accident
and suddenly rose to a new fame
A new fame when started finding her voice
Amid all the chaos and noise
Slowly, gradually taking in strife
she came to terms with her life
She has an orthopedic disability
enduring a limited locomotion
she struggled to put a brave face
upon all her conflicting emotion
E for emotions ruled
E for Esther's life
E for for emotion fooled
E for Esther survive
E for everyone
started talking about Esther
that how would she live
a life thereafter
Esther said nothing
but winked out a smile
She was mentally determined
if not physically agile
E for Everest, was
E for Every breath in Esther
E for Echoed it, it seem
For obstacles never stop
the ones who has faith
Esther will scale the mountain
The tall mountain of Everest
Here's hoping all Esthers a success
and wishing for their dreams to come true
Women you are known by your strength
That sets you above the mundane you.
This poem is written for-
April A to Z Challenge. Alphabet E
Dare to Dream
where angel fear to tread
I say think again
look between the lines and read
Some time taking a road less traveled
can take you to destiny
and places where
your destination await
D for Dare
and So is Determine
Pawn or kings
at the end of day
they go back to
So dare to dream
life is not a destination
but a journey
that you may chose
to just endear or
to travel beautifully.
Scope by scope
scape by scape
live to it's fullest
Dare but not escape!
Dare to Dream
for some beautiful dreams
do come true.
This instant poetry is written for April 2014 A to Z Challenge.. Day 4, alphabet D
Thursday, April 03, 2014
Thursday, April 03, 2014 poetry 10 Comments
Bloggers Event- Banking with #JIFI
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Wednesday, April 02, 2014 Events 6 Comments
3 cities, More than 600 bloggers, Sunday afternoon and a Bank!
So you want open an account at ease of your home in 3 single clicks? #JiFiIsHere
So you are on facebook with 300+ friends and an active twitter account? #JiFiIsHere
#JiFiIsHere if you wanna do simplified banking at the ease of your mouse click or tablet.
Believe in no Tantra, Just know this Mantra- #JiFiIsHere
#JiFi is an abridged version of jiffy. The very word that sums up what the product is all about.
Target Group- Mostly youngsters and first time salaried youth, housewives [who love to shop], social networking Dudes and Dudettes...yeah after all- Har ek friend zaroori hota hai!
So on 23rd March, all the tables were set at Cafe Zoe- Lower Parel. The agenda read-
1.Registration / Cocktail hour 12:00 PM
2.In the beginning 13:00 PM
3.Guess the guest 13:20 PM
4.#JifiIsHere 13:30 PM
5.Q/A 14:05 PM
6. IndiNetworking 14:30 PM
7. Lunch 14:45 PM
8.Head home & keep blogging15:45 PM
As suaul, I reached the venue a little too late when a little cafe, tucked away at the corner of Mathuradas mills compound, was bustling with enthusiast bloggers and "cocktail" lovers, all alike. Oops "Housefull", the cafe was.
I entered with my friend and thankfully the cafe offered us Valet parking [that probably saved our 2 minutes and which in turn helped us grab last 2 vacant seat visible/available to us]
Damn I missed the cocktail portion! I said as I took my seat just near the bar ;)
Along came the ever spirited emcee and our friend host for all IB events- Anup! Who sailed the souls high and post some yay-yay-ing we all settled back to our seats. I could see lot of blog groups being formed and sitting likewise. Thankfully none of them expected me to show my loyalties to them and we all got along well, and alike.
In short, the event was one of the very different ones that I had witessed with IB. My first IB- Free Booze type [as if I cared to separate my juice from my drink...lolz I like them on the rocks! Neat...yay yay I meant juices :)]
#Bar Bar Dekho
Apart from the product, off course, the biggest hit was the "bar" at Cafe Joe where rarest of rare I get to meet a "Jain Bartender" who happily served the "non drinking" me a nice guava concoction and a tumbler of diet coke [which was later whisked away from table as I went to fix an unknown blogger girl with another unknown blogger guy- strictly on their request ;)]
Bloggers flooded the bar and went around looking for Veg food. It was the time when Anup introduced "Surprise Guest" who was none other than "Chetan bhagat" the man highly responsible for inspiring and uplifting Indian writers in India [off course]. Yeah, I still have his "bodyshop" write up hangover on me and I have also blogged about him long long back here-
Post Q&A wherein we get questions flooded in from twitter and live audience, we break for lunch. Aha! Finally I will get something to eat now, I quipped under my breath, off course over riding with my jealousy over people who were enjoying their drink..Gulp!
Aah! the non-veg looked tempting and I was more than happy when my secret wish for not getting "mashed potatoes" in name of veg food was answered in form of delicious beetroot risotto which, sigh again was whisked away from my table as I went to click the author's picture with my friend.
Here's few glimpses from the event-
And yes before I depart, here's one [it has got message- the social one you see]
NumeroUnity Trivia post #JiFiIsHere...
Santa- Yaar my tailor ran away with my precious suit material
Banta- Yaar ..same here... He ran away with my measurements.
NumeroUnity- Wow someone is clicking amazing pics...BTW whose camera was it? Absconding.
Let us be #NaturesFriend again
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Wednesday, April 02, 2014 21 Comments
On her way to home, Diana spotted different color fishes on the hoardings and kept on asking if that color fish will come to her home sea. Her amused parents assured her that it is a mystery and best unfolded when she wakes up next morning
Next morning, when little Diana got up, she rushed to her fish bowl to see if that has attracted any fish so far. Her joy found no bound when she saw two fishes- a golden and a blue colored fish, swimming in the bowl. She called out for her mother to show her the fishes. Mumma was delighted. Her mother smiled at her daughter's innocence and hid away the plastic bag in which she bought the two tiny fish from the nearby pet store early that morning, while Diana was sleeping.
Diana soon vanished i her room and came back with sea shells that she collected from the sea last evening. She immersed those sea shells in the fish bowl to have those fish play with them. She also fed them with Fish food that her mother gave to her. While feeding the food, Diana was amused by their small mouths and the bubbles they create in the water.
"Where are we going next weekend" she asked her husband.
"May be the crocodile park or bird sanctuary. whatever you suggest" he said.
"Oh no, I am not ready yet to pet a crocodile. Let us rather go to bird sanctuary". The mother retorted and found herself bursting in laughter with her husband.
"What is bird San..san..ry mamma" Diana asked innocently. Mamma released a wink and said.. "I will tell you but before that, here's is your favorite sandwich with yummy Kissan Ketchup that you need to finish eating first.
"wow Kissan catch-up. I really love it" quipped the little Diana as she jumped on dining table biting her favorite open sandwich with loads of sauce, yummlicious 100% real sauce straightway from Kissanpur.
A for Aspiration
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Tuesday, April 01, 2014 15 Comments
I have heard that often
Time has come
That I rise on my toe
and raise my hands
straighten up and not bend
for possibilities are endless
and pursuit is relentless
It is pursuit of happiness
pursuit with perfection, dedication
perseverance n perspiration
You can call it whatever you want
I call it "Aspiration"
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