When was the last time you were so relaxed and just happy?
Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
FYI -> Bangalore Metro
While passing from MG Road couple of days back, I saw some road dug up, which had a big sign Bangalore Metro. Yipee Bangalore metro is under way.
But just one look at google on Bangalore metro, I figured out that there are infinte controversies related to land acquisition, over using broad or standard guage etc. So I guess a long long way to go. And once started will take about four years to finish :(.
The only interesting thing that I found though was the railway map.
http://www.karnataka.com/watch/blr-metro/metro-rail.jpg
and one more map
http://irfca.org/users/delhimetro/maps/Bangalore.pdf
(Both are fairly consistent)
If you planning to shift or buy the house, you may want to consider the above map :D.
But just one look at google on Bangalore metro, I figured out that there are infinte controversies related to land acquisition, over using broad or standard guage etc. So I guess a long long way to go. And once started will take about four years to finish :(.
The only interesting thing that I found though was the railway map.
http://www.karnataka.com/watch/blr-metro/metro-rail.jpg
and one more map
http://irfca.org/users/delhimetro/maps/Bangalore.pdf
(Both are fairly consistent)
If you planning to shift or buy the house, you may want to consider the above map :D.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Upcoming poet's "Kavita"
Recently one of my friends got cross with me, and left the following message in my mailbox early on a friday morning,
Sukhrawaar ki li hai Sapath
Aaj hai mera Maun Vrath
Which resulted in my reply,
Oh mere pyare Mitr,
Karo no aisa Anarth,
Kah gaye the sant kabir,
roothna hai Vyarth,
Ab na tang karenge kisiko
Aisi li hai Goli ne Sapath,
Murga banke baitha hai Goli,
jaldi todo apna maun Vrath,
Hopefully my creativity will improve soon and will not subject you to more such torture :D.
Sukhrawaar ki li hai Sapath
Aaj hai mera Maun Vrath
Which resulted in my reply,
Oh mere pyare Mitr,
Karo no aisa Anarth,
Kah gaye the sant kabir,
roothna hai Vyarth,
Ab na tang karenge kisiko
Aisi li hai Goli ne Sapath,
Murga banke baitha hai Goli,
jaldi todo apna maun Vrath,
Hopefully my creativity will improve soon and will not subject you to more such torture :D.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Khuda Meharbaan to Gadha Pehalwaan
Yesterday I saw movie "Malamaal", some comedy hindi movie. Nothing great about it, but all throughout the movie the script writer had used lot of idioms/proverbs. that made the language very colorful. This blog is inspired from that. Putting down some of them. The first one is from the movie, some others are from my mom, and some from web. Njoy.
(The title is some proverb which I hit upon on web, I really like it :D)
Agar chamkadhar ko ped se ulta latka do
To woh mor nahin ban jata
Abhi bhensh Chara khane gayi hai
Aur tum dahi bechni ki baat kar rahe ho
Sar salamat
To padgi hazaar
Haathi chala jaata hai
Kutte baunkte rehte hai
Aokhli mein sir diya
To musal se kya Dharna
Utne Paav Pasaria,
jitni Chadar hove
Aandhon mein
Kaana Raja,
Das chuhe khake billi
Haj ko challi
bandar kya jaane
Adrak ka swaad,
Dubhte ko tinke ka Sahara
I found this wikipedia page very interesting
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Indian_proverbs
and also the following page is good
http://www.akshargram.com/sarvagya/index.php/Hindi-muhavare
(The title is some proverb which I hit upon on web, I really like it :D)
Agar chamkadhar ko ped se ulta latka do
To woh mor nahin ban jata
Abhi bhensh Chara khane gayi hai
Aur tum dahi bechni ki baat kar rahe ho
Sar salamat
To padgi hazaar
Haathi chala jaata hai
Kutte baunkte rehte hai
Aokhli mein sir diya
To musal se kya Dharna
Utne Paav Pasaria,
jitni Chadar hove
Aandhon mein
Kaana Raja,
Das chuhe khake billi
Haj ko challi
bandar kya jaane
Adrak ka swaad,
Dubhte ko tinke ka Sahara
I found this wikipedia page very interesting
http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Indian_proverbs
and also the following page is good
http://www.akshargram.com/sarvagya/index.php/Hindi-muhavare
Why are pot holes called so???
I had this question while biking yesterday, and on seaching for some resources on the net, found that actually potholes have their origin in geology. In geology potholes refer to the holes in the shape of pots formed on rocks, especially at the bottom of the water bodies because of water current or due to the action of pebbles.
This term started to be used for the modern roads because the process is similar, water is absored by the road during mansoon, and then ................
read the below pdf, if you are enthu about the science of it.
http://www.virginiadot.org/infoservice/resources/Potholes%20.PDF
Nice pdf, and after reading I understood why roads break after monsoon :)
This term started to be used for the modern roads because the process is similar, water is absored by the road during mansoon, and then ................
read the below pdf, if you are enthu about the science of it.
http://www.virginiadot.org/infoservice/resources/Potholes%20.PDF
Nice pdf, and after reading I understood why roads break after monsoon :)
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
A Love Story
Recenly I have been reading two books concering Indian history Freedom at Midnight and City of the Djinns. Both are nice books. Realized there are lot of things which I dont know about history.
Coming back to the point, this blog is about the story of Butta Singh which I read in freedom at midnight. Gadar movie was partly based on this movie, the actually story is quite different. Here it goes.
Butta singh was a sikh and he brought this helpless muslim girl for 1500 rupees and married her. They lived quite happily for quite sometime and had a daughter. But then there was this drive to send the people who had got seperated during to partition to their respective homes. So police caught Butta singh wife and put her in the camp. After that her family was located and she was sent back to her family in pakistan. While going Butta singh's wife promised that she would come back. Meantime Butta singh cut his beard and converted himself to a muslim and applied for a visa to pakistan. But he was denied. Finally he illegally crossed the border with his little daughter and landed up in pakistan. He went to his wife village to realize that she had been forcefully remarried. His wife's relatives beat up Butta Singh and handed him to police. Then there was this famous court case, where Butta singh pleaded that just for once he be allowed to ask his wife if she wanted to be with him. The judge pitied Butta Singh and asked for his wife to appear before the court. His wife confessed that Butta singh was her first husband and the little girl with him was her daughter. But when asked if she wanted to return to India with Butta Singh, she refused. Heart broken Butta Singh took his daughter and left that place. Later he went to some railway station nearby and he threw himself and his daughter under the train. He died instantly but his daughter miraculously survived. They found a letter with Butta singh for his wife stating that he be buried in her village, where she should come and put flowers on his grave everyday. But his wife relatives would not allow that to happen. By this time his story had been widely circulated and had generated a wide spread sympathy. He was give a grand burial at Lahore. Butta singh is the symbol of the love that thrived during those tormented times. It seems that his daughter was adopted and lived happily later.
I was really moved by this story, I am trying to find some resource for this story on the web but have been largely unsuccessful. Google search for once does not yeild any result.
I put this story in the blog, because I guess most of the poeple dont know this story. I am not making any conclusions or judgements from this story, but just was wondering that in our generation will anyone go as far as this.
Coming back to the point, this blog is about the story of Butta Singh which I read in freedom at midnight. Gadar movie was partly based on this movie, the actually story is quite different. Here it goes.
Butta singh was a sikh and he brought this helpless muslim girl for 1500 rupees and married her. They lived quite happily for quite sometime and had a daughter. But then there was this drive to send the people who had got seperated during to partition to their respective homes. So police caught Butta singh wife and put her in the camp. After that her family was located and she was sent back to her family in pakistan. While going Butta singh's wife promised that she would come back. Meantime Butta singh cut his beard and converted himself to a muslim and applied for a visa to pakistan. But he was denied. Finally he illegally crossed the border with his little daughter and landed up in pakistan. He went to his wife village to realize that she had been forcefully remarried. His wife's relatives beat up Butta Singh and handed him to police. Then there was this famous court case, where Butta singh pleaded that just for once he be allowed to ask his wife if she wanted to be with him. The judge pitied Butta Singh and asked for his wife to appear before the court. His wife confessed that Butta singh was her first husband and the little girl with him was her daughter. But when asked if she wanted to return to India with Butta Singh, she refused. Heart broken Butta Singh took his daughter and left that place. Later he went to some railway station nearby and he threw himself and his daughter under the train. He died instantly but his daughter miraculously survived. They found a letter with Butta singh for his wife stating that he be buried in her village, where she should come and put flowers on his grave everyday. But his wife relatives would not allow that to happen. By this time his story had been widely circulated and had generated a wide spread sympathy. He was give a grand burial at Lahore. Butta singh is the symbol of the love that thrived during those tormented times. It seems that his daughter was adopted and lived happily later.
I was really moved by this story, I am trying to find some resource for this story on the web but have been largely unsuccessful. Google search for once does not yeild any result.
I put this story in the blog, because I guess most of the poeple dont know this story. I am not making any conclusions or judgements from this story, but just was wondering that in our generation will anyone go as far as this.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Associating brands with things
I had taken my parents out for dinner sometime back at the chinese place. And was showing Mom all the various noodles that were available for menu. And Mom was like "Maggie na, I dont want to eat Maggie".
For Mom noodles means Maggi or rather Maggie means noodles. Smilarly bike is a honda. Anything from yamaha to pulsar is a honda. Even tooth paste is a Colgate.
Sometimes wonder if this is because these brands had a first mover advantage, or it is just effective advertising.
Anyways it would be good if you could add to the list of
noodles->maggie, bike->honda, toothpaste->Colgate
Sometimes wonder if this is because these brands had a first mover advantage, or it is just effective advertising.
Anyways it would be good if you could add to the list of
noodles->maggie, bike->honda, toothpaste->Colgate
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
About Me
My name is actually Rajesh, but since college people have been calling me Goli and hence so is my name now, and my blog name.
Professionally am an hardware turned marketing engineer now, but as most others I do feel that such jobs suck and I should get out of it and do something else in life, but dont have the courage to leave this job and leave all the corporate luxuries :D.
Apart from work, have tried my hand, at guitar, salsa, film making, writing, aerobics(ing), with moderate and no success at some.
Apart from this blog I do write for a monthly e-magazine called Sattva. Along with some friends am also involved in running the website called NGOPost.
If so thy wish, you can get in touch with me at togoli-at-gmail-dot-com
--
Goli
Professionally am an hardware turned marketing engineer now, but as most others I do feel that such jobs suck and I should get out of it and do something else in life, but dont have the courage to leave this job and leave all the corporate luxuries :D.
Apart from work, have tried my hand, at guitar, salsa, film making, writing, aerobics(ing), with moderate and no success at some.
Apart from this blog I do write for a monthly e-magazine called Sattva. Along with some friends am also involved in running the website called NGOPost.
If so thy wish, you can get in touch with me at togoli-at-gmail-dot-com
--
Goli
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Early Morning Gyan
Below are the small oneliners, someone (vineet, my IIT classmate) forwarded, I keep reading them especially when I am feeling bogged down. Makes me feel happy :).
Why I titled "Early Morning Gyan", because I think morning sets up the day.
Here they go
Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
Have a firm handshake.
Look people in the eye.
Sing in the shower.
Own a great stereo system.
If ina a fight, hit first and hit hard.
Keep secrets.
Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.
Always accept an outstretched hand.
Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
Whistle.
Avoid sarcastic remarks.
Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.
Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
Lend only those books you never care to see again.
Never deprive someone of hope;it might be all they have.
When playing games with children, let them win.
Give people a second chance, but not a third.
Be romantic.
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
Dont allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.
Be a good loser.
Be a good winner.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
Keep it simple.
Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
Dont burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
Live your life so that your epitaph could read, " No Regrets".
Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more tahn the one's you did.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
Take charge of your attitude. Dont let someone else choose it for you.
Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
Begin each day with some of your favourite music.
Once in a while,take the scenic route.
Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.
Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.
Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
Become someone's hero.
Marry only for love.
Count your blessings.
Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.
Wave at children on school buses.
Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
Dont expect life to be fair.
Why I titled "Early Morning Gyan", because I think morning sets up the day.
Here they go
Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
Have a firm handshake.
Look people in the eye.
Sing in the shower.
Own a great stereo system.
If ina a fight, hit first and hit hard.
Keep secrets.
Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.
Always accept an outstretched hand.
Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
Whistle.
Avoid sarcastic remarks.
Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.
Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
Lend only those books you never care to see again.
Never deprive someone of hope;it might be all they have.
When playing games with children, let them win.
Give people a second chance, but not a third.
Be romantic.
Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
Dont allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.
Be a good loser.
Be a good winner.
Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
Keep it simple.
Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
Dont burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
Live your life so that your epitaph could read, " No Regrets".
Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more tahn the one's you did.
Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
Take charge of your attitude. Dont let someone else choose it for you.
Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
Begin each day with some of your favourite music.
Once in a while,take the scenic route.
Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'
Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.
Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.
Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
Become someone's hero.
Marry only for love.
Count your blessings.
Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.
Wave at children on school buses.
Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
Dont expect life to be fair.
Test Blog
Most of my friends blog. Have been wanting to do that for a long time. So decided to have a go at this. Maybe someone will complile and print this. May be NonStopGoli becomes a best seller. May be ....
Why Non Stop Goli: Because most often I keep yapping, talking, doing something or the other, so the title. Suggested to me by one of my friends smita.
Why Non Stop Goli: Because most often I keep yapping, talking, doing something or the other, so the title. Suggested to me by one of my friends smita.
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