I See You

Rose: You have a gift Jack....You do....You see people.

Jack: I see you

Rose: And...?

Jack: You wouldn't have jumped!!

My favorite lines from Titanic.

Its amazing how some people have this special gift. They can see right through you. Now I'm not talking about the friendly neighborhood Orthopedic who enjoys counting your ribs when looking at your X-Ray. I'm talking about the people who know exactly know how you are feeling at a particular instance - Like...when you are feeling happy after realizing that you know just enough questions to pass the exam. And, feeling sad when you fail by a mark or too - You name it, and they will know.

With their magical powers they can tap right into your brain and tell whats bothering you. At the same time suggesting the simplest possible solution...I mean like at one moment you are tearing your hair out trying to solve a maths problem, then out of no where there is an Aakashwani broadcast -

Vats...just assume that 2*3 = 6 and attempt the problem again.

And you are left wondering....Holy Cow...how did she know that??

Toh kahaani yeh hai doston...that if you happen to bump into someone whose description matches the one above...its not the time to run around naked and scream "Eureka...Eureka". You haven't invented anything...Its time thank the Almighty because you have discovered a Friend. Yes, you might have known the person for some time, may be years. But this is the moment you realize the person in question is real 24 Carat, Export Quality material.

I've been lucky to have quite a few of these discoveries through my 28 and some years...The best part is...the list keeps growing. Take these people out of my life and I am thrown back to the stone age. Yeah, even the Jhingalala guys would fair better than me.

The latest one to join this notorious (:-p) list comes from a land known as God's Own Country. No surprises then about her magical powers.

And for someone who has been in there for what now seems to be an eternity...we have this illustration

Party badal lo...Peter, Raabart aur Mona...

Gupta Ji ke paas hai... Lion se bhi zyada Sona

Looks like the day is not far when our friendly neighborhood Orthopedic will also not need my X-Ray. He'll just rise in chair and say...I See You :-P

Charandas ki Shaadi II - The World of Matrimonial Sites

Well...sequels are the tradition of our times...Phir Hera Pheri, Double Dhamaal, Murder 2..(kya ismain do Murder hote hain??)..KBC Dvitiya..etc etc...and hence the title. Thankfully most sequels last up to part two or may be part three...but the pace at which I am going, you might be reading Part 15-20 in the months/years to come :)

So the next step for Charandas was to register himself on a Matrimonial site.

Yes, gone are the good old days of Jay finding a match for Veeru and 'praising' him in front of Mausi. Agreed that Jay has his own radical methods, but in the end what mattered was that Veeru got Basanti (not to mention Dhanno and the Mausi too to take care of the kids). Thats what you call a perfect match.

Match making today however is done on Shaadi.com. The website claims to be the largest of this kind. Even 10 years ago, no one could have thought of these two words - Shaadi and DOTCOM coming together (this in itself being an interesting match :-p).

So instead of the seeming honest approach of climbing the tallest water tank and broadcasting his credentials to the entire village, today's groom takes a more complicated (what we call sophisticated) approach of the electronic world - Matrimonial Sites

Shaadi.com, BharatMatrimony.com, JeevanSaathi.com, HaathiMereSaathi.com...and many more interesting names.

Ditto for the girls. I bet Basanti would have climbed the same water tank had she taken few pegs of Veeru's brand of desi liquor.

If you look closely, its an interesting concept. Wannabe Brides and Grooms from all walks of life come together in this Mela to find a life partner. Yes, Mela is the term which describes this concept for me. In fact, I sometimes wonder if its like the annual Trade Fair that we have in Delhi. Thousands of sellers assemble here to sell (some times trick) their products to millions buyers. Everyone claiming their product to be the best.

The funny thing in my case is, I dont know whether I'm the buyer or the seller :)

So I talked to a few friends, who had good experience in this field and it looked like that from all the options available Shaadi.com would be the magic wand for me. Next, the profile of the most eligible bachelor in 'Rohini Sector 9 Plot 34 Delhi' was created. The task turned out to be a bit more difficult than I had thought. But some valuable tips, again coming from my wondeful group of friends saved the day.

In the few days after the profile was created, nothing happened. For the unlucky souls out there who havent got the chance to be a part of this wonderful process - "nothing" here stands for no requests came for a match, and no response for the profiles I had 'expressed interest' (yes, thats how these sites call it - Express Interest'). And somehow I was not surprised. I mean what are the odds of someone finding my profile in the zillions out there - someone must be going through really unlucky days to land up here - I chuckled to my self (more in relief though).

Then one day I noticed a little progress bar on my profile which was in red. It said Your profile is only 34% complete. Complete it an enhance your visibility by up to 10 times

Now this was a complete shock. While registering I had filled so much information.- I filled my educational and professional background, family details, contact details, height, weight, complexion (yes the fair and handsome type :-X ), even my blood group and hobbies. And still it all counted for only 34%!! I mean you really got to be kidding me. With all this info up on the net, even the Secret Service Agency of Bangladesh would be able to locate me. But still this was not enough. Grrr..

Painstakingly, I completed the remaining stuff including an improved version of the essay 'About Me'. Well trust me, I have seen profiles where this section is written in the form of an essay. Like we used to write in school - Cow ka essay- This is a cow. A cow has four legs. A cow has two horns. A cow hits you with the same horns if you make fun of her.

Ready to go?? Not yet baby....

No profile is complete without a picture. So I had to dig my archive to find a sober looking pic. It was so hard to find one (hey, its not funny). It made me realize the habit of not standing straight when being in clicked. Sometimes i'm sitting on the road sometimes lying down on the same road, sometimes standing jumping from rocks, sometimes from tree or walls etc etc...well thats the kind of stuff we do when on a trip with our Traveler Mandali.

And the one pic from a friend's marriage which did not have me in my elements, didn have any hair on my head either (will keep that story for a later time) - so it was promptly rejected. Finally I was able to find one to be sober enough (according to mom-dad) to be put on the profile.

Wow, the calculator on Shaadi.com now read my Profile Completeness at a lifetime high of 84%. I must be flashing at the top on every God Damn search for Grooms (Wide Grin!!)

Btw, If i had my way this is the pic I would post on my profile page

Baba Jinxed - I think this picture describes me quite nicely :-p

I mean, the picture should say something about you. Not something that you have got specially clicked in a photo studio. And with all those photo editing tools available, these people at times make you look anything but.. you. May be something similar to serials on Star Plus where the characters are shown in their homes with all the make up and fancy dressing - as if everyday is Diwali. Then I realize that there are somethings, where you should not put your grey cells to work - especially if they are a scarce resource for you.

Frankly speaking, this whole business of Matrimonial sites has given me more questions than answers. Its a sea of profiles out there. How do you judge someone and how does someone judge you? I would rather have someone get to know me by reading this blog than through a silly questioner about my education/profession/salary. Feels like I am applying for a home loan :).

May be I'm thinking too much, may be I need to take it easy not be so serious about this..Life has its own way of doing things..may be i'll end up finding someone in the Jhingala Tribe of Western Orissa. Hope they are using Shaadi DOT COM :-P

Finally, there are few things which are not as complicated as the stuff above - Monsoon. Jee haan doston...Once again Monsoon kept its date with us (Early July). It was raining cats and dogs today. The city looks so much better in the rain. Everything washed up, like a fresh coat of green has covered the roads. And if you get this combo early in the morning or late at night when there is little traffic, dont waste it. Get out in your car/bike/scooter and enjoy. Let me also choose a song for you....

Aao..Mil jaayega...hoga jahan pe raasta

Aao...meelon chalain...jana kahan..na ho pata..

Hum jo chalne lage...chalne lage hain yeh raaste..

Manzil se behtar lagne lage hain yeh raaste...

Charandaas Ki Shaadi

Its a Sunday morning. Usually at this, me and my sister are kicking each other to wake up first. Our research shows that even if one of us wakes up a bit on time, the amount of scolding we are going to get will be a bit less (for being such lazy bums). Dad also takes is easy as he doesnt have to ring our cell phones at 6:30am to wakes us up in time for office. Mom is busy doing her Puja and a whole lot of other activities. Moms -Its amazing how even a Sunday makes no difference to them. Sometimes I compare them to ants or may be soldiers...just going about doing their work without a fuss.

But there seems to a a lot of activity in my home for a Sunday morning. Gudiya is already awake and helping mom --Howz that for a start. Dad is in some newly found energy acting like a Army Major. Even the maid seems to working in 5th gear. And me, still to realize about the gravity of the situation (yawning and rubbing my eyes) ask...

Kahaani kya hai doston?? Aaj to Sunday hai!!

There is a momentary silence of a few seconds in which every one (including the maid) give me angry glares. Next, I am handed over a list and ordered -

Jaldi se yeh saaman le aa...woh log 12 baje aa rahe hain!

The camera zooms into my face from 5 different angles with a dramatic background score....yes the same angles you have been seeing from the days of Kyunoki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahoo Thi....and now in Balika Vadhoo. And although I dont go around screaming "Nahiiiiiiiiii" with my hands covering my ears, the shock is no less for me.

Yeah yeah....the guests coming are the good old "rishtey waale" or "ladki waale" in my case.

These days, it seems like the whole world is conspiring against me....like getting a certain Vaibhav Gupta married is the most sort after way to get Moksha

Confusion, anger and many other emotions filled in my head, I walk up to the market. On the way I notice the watchman, the vegetable seller, the family on a bajaj chetak passing by, running school kids even the stray cattle....they all seem to be asking the same question....kyuon....shaadi kab kar rahe ho...arrey bhai mithai kab khila rahe ho...!!!!

Yeah...I'm thinking about the same Ad as you are..."Bhool na jaana...ECE bulb hi laana.."

Done with the shopping, I reach home. Next, I am asked to take a quick bath and wear some 'nice clothes'. I feel like the bakraa who is being decorated nicely before being put to the sword. But the bakraa has been made such a bakraa on a few occasions before and has learned few tricks of the trade. The most important ones - Do what you are asked to do, speak only when required, and basically just go with the flow.

When the guests arrive, I am initially supposed to stay in my room. OK, OK its my sister's room where I am a paying guest. Meanwhile, both sets of parents get to know each other. What they do in this initial conversation is construct the most complex family tree that one could ever imagine. I mean, invariable they are able to strike some common chord (relation) between the them. However, this is only after a thorough brainstorming session of criss-crossing through various uncles and aunts spread across our community - choti si duniya you see :)

My sister is given the signal to bring the bakraa in. She is the happiest soul at this moment - laughing all the way and making fun of me, very well knowing that I wont shout at her at this time. As I walk to take center stage, I hear "golmaal hai bhai ..sab golmaal hai" playing in the background - Just like Sunil Shetty was hearing in Hera Pheri

A fixed place on the sofa waits for me to sit. Its carefully chosen wherein every one can get an un-interrupted view. 'So where are all the TV cameras and photographers' - I wonder. Nevertheless, the questions start....

Some usual...

- kahan job karte ho

- kitna package hai

- subha kitne baje jaate ho

- hobbies kya hain

...And some not so usual

- beedi, ciggerette ...sharaab......errr?? :)

- working ladki chahiye?? Aisi ka zaroorat aa padi aapko??

etc etc....

The questions are mostly the same each time and I try to be as crisp as possible. I have appeared and flunked in many job interviews in my time, but these ones are even harder - where I'm praying to flunk. But more than the questions themselves, whats tough to handle are the seemingly endless pauses in between - wherein everyone is just staring at me with a smile on their face. No, I'm not even trying to say that I'll look like the perfect grooms on the various matrimony sites (May be on my good days I can come close to resembling Gulshan Grover). But the silent stare is so un-nerving.

Anyone remembers scenes from Ramanand Sagar's epic Ramayan? Scenes where in between conversation the various rishi-muni you to just look at each other for 10-15 seconds, smiling and nodding there heads......Yesss...thats what exactly I am talking about. Try to picture yourself here and you would know.

So finally when everyone runs out of questions or should I say when they realize I should seriously consider meeting a shrink and give up dreams to getting married to anyone- its time to go.

And I dont know if its the Kaali maa ka aashirwaad or me being...well just ME....the bakraa gets saved to Meeyyhhhhh for another day :)

Well, jokes apart there is another side to this Bakraa Story. The side of the parents. I sometimes dont realize thats this is as much of a tough time for me as it is for my parents. They are trying there level best to find the best match for me - keeping all my interests in mind. But the confused state that I find myself regarding this topic of marriage, makes things even more difficult for them.

I wish there was a way to fix this.

And all the bakris and bakraas wondering about the title of this post - Anil Kapoor's name in this movie was Charandaas :)

Grab a DVD, its a simple fun movie

rohini-janak puri-rohini

The road from Rohini to Janak Puri is generally packed with traffic. It seems that Delhi govt was obsessed with building flyovers on the Ring Road and had neglected the Outer Ring road like it was a step child. But recently some work has been done on this stretch too.

So while going from Rohini to Janak Puri, I zip through the initial phase with three fly overs and an underpass one after the other. Its the section just after this which seems to take for ever, with so many red lights (ok ok traffic signals). This part really tests my patience.

While coming back the traffic situation is the same (if not worse). However by the time I regain my senses , I realize that KK is singing a bit too loud and that the same painful stretch has been magically 'zipped' through. The series of flyovers are now waiting with open arms to embrace me.

Interesting....wonder whats causing this every time :)

Tedhaaaa...hone laga hoon

More on this image a little later.

Mom tells me that the onset of winter season is usually the time when I fall sick. Dad's business also shows a rise at that time, so it suggests that there is nothing special coming out of my nose.Dad BTW is a wholesale dealer of medicines. But this time round, I had a extended period of MoM's so called yearly viral infection cycle.

Fever getting high enough to make an omelette on my forehead, sneezing at an intensity to create a sudden and pretty unpleasant monsoon shower for people around, and a running nose which reminded me of those old rusty Delhi Jal Board taps which had water coming out from the most unbelievable parts no matter how tightly the lid was closed. (Did i exaggerate that?)

So after weeks of all the above, 'Common sense' prevailed and I decided to visit a doctor, an E.N.T - Ear, Nose and Tongue specialist. Errr...toungue ??...Alright I didn know that one before...Ear Nose and Throat specialist. But come to think of it, the Tongue is an important organ in our body and deserves a specialist doctor...It tells you whether that soggy thing in your mouth is the delicious cheeze burst pizza or the disgusting 'tinda-lockey-gheeya-whatever' sabzi. Heck, it also tells you what exactly is stuck between you two teeth right at the back.

Coming back to Mr ENT, Dad took me to his clinic. Yes its a thumb rule. If its a Doc visit, Dad will be there. So waiting at his clinic, i noticed the number of degrees/certifications he had posted on his wall of fame. Do these guys ever get tired of studying? I guess not even God knows how I managed my 4 years of engineering. (Only the friend sitting ahead of me in the exams knows)

Finally our turn came and I found myself sitting saakshaat in front of the superstar (Well his wall for fame does seem to suggest so) Only his face a little hard to recogonize as he had this big torch mounted on his forehead and that green mask covering his nose. Actually, when we enetred he did not had his mask on. But just after listening to my symptoms he had it on quicker than he would had grabbed any of those degrees or awards. Dad told me later that was the 'Swine-Flue Protection Mask'. Easy guys, no need to cover your noses. The Doc had it off immidiatley after he was done examining me.

Ofcourse I didn have swine flue. What a relief!! But wait...the masked and torch mounted friend had something big on his mind. Sinus..or what the medics say just to sound stylish "Sinusitis". Well I had heard this term before and had the impression that it was just another fancy name for the common cold. But the doc certainly didn think likewise. Over the course of next 10-15 minutes he explained as to why the DJB tap inside my nose was constantly leaking. The main reason he pointed out was a slight bend/curve in my nose bone. He even showed us video of how a small camera (i guess its called an endoscope) had beutifully captured the till now unexplored, wet and hairy world of the inside of someones nasal cavity. Boy!! just watching that process my heart skipped a beat. No, there was nothing romantic about it as the Doc prescribed to put that very missile inside MY nasal cavity the next time I eneterd his territory. Man i was scared. I still close my eyes whenever i cross the lane that has his clinic.

Out of this fear, I decided to change course to the freindly neighbourhood homeopathic doctor who gave me some friendly neighborhood homeopethic medicine (choti meethi safed goliyan) and withing 10 days I was back to normal. No offenses to my doctor frinds reading this post :)

I still remember what that ENT doc said to explain all his diagnosis in what he called layman's terms:

"Basically...aapki naak ki haddi TEDHI hai"

******

The life of an IT professional is tough and demanding. Go to office each day in an Air Conditioned cab, spend whole day in a swanky Air Conditioned office, do meetings where you through big words and ideas, write some buggy code, eat junk and dont exercise. Thats some work out. As a result of this pains taking routine that I been having for the past 3 years, my back has started giving some problems.

So just as a precautionary measure went to AD's sister (a physiotherapist by profession) to see what was happening behind my back. She did an X-RAY and strongly suggested that I correct my posture. Readers please take a note here. I noticed that there was a chart in the hospital which described which had Do's and Dont's for day-to-day sitting and standing positions. I quickly was able to recoganise my sitting posture from that chart...looked up to find that it was under the Dont's section :( And whats worse is that I have seen most of my frinds and collegues having the same posture. Guys have a look at the image above. I'm sure you'll find yourself in it.

But what was interesting was what Didi and both AD had to say after looking at my XRAY

"Basically, teri backbone thodi TEDHI hai"

I wonder what inspried Atif to sing that song from the movie Ajab Prem ki Gazab Kahani.

A Hair Raising Tale

Boy!! more than two years since the last post...I must have been really busy :) So here is a short update.

Well, I finally got a descent naukri and thats what has kept me 'busy' all this while. I mean, i must have done one of the following things in my previous life - like helping a million bling people cross roads, offered my seat to anyone and everyone in a bus/metro/riskshaw, or perhaps helped KKR win a match in the IPL. Only mother-teresa like deeds such as these would have ensured that I land up where I am. Really lucky to be surrounded by so many wonderful friends. Going to work is not much different from going to college. Its that much fun.

Coming back to the story here. I dont know exactly who invented the phrase "Bad hair day", but i'm pretty sure I would have had a lot of such days in the past 26 yrs. So as you all might have guessed, i felt that i needed a change Big Time!!. However, I couldnt gather enough courage to take that risk. This was until one day I was watcing a few old family pics at my cousion's place. My two year old nephew was also there...busy doing his stuff. Then suddenly he started laughing. Now its not rare for him to do that..but when he was pointing at one of my photographs  at the same time, the alarm bells started ringing. I still remember waking in the middle of that night with a big "nahiiiiiiii", which would surely made even Ekta Kapoor to sit up and take notice. Watch me in her upcoming soap..."Kyuonki...hair style hamesha kharab tha".

This incident alone was enough to wash away all my fears. In fact, now I had become more optimistic.... thinking..."With all the hair style lows that i have had, things could go only in one direction..UP (upar, not uttar pradesh)". And they did..literally.

I called up my cousion who is an expert in our family on these things. Knowing him, i knew would be thrilled to hear this. Here are some excerpts from our conversation.

Me: Bhai..i've finally decided to take the plunge

Bhai (all excited): OOyyyeee...great news. You have come to the right person. I'll make sure that you have a complete make over.

Like i had never heared that before 

Me: Boy!! you sound charged up. So what do have in mind, VLCC, Habib's??

Bhai: Naaah...these are all old fashioned. You want something which is IN. I have just the perfect  'Naai' for you. Jitna bhadiya woh Naai hai...us se zyada achhey toh baal kaat ta hai

Me (Getting worried now): Bhai..tujhe pata hai na..tu kya kar rah hai ?????

Bhai: Arrey tu load na le..Just check out this site "hairstyledesign.com", select one which suits you and take its snap in your phone. See you in the evening.

And he hung up. Leaving me scratching my hair. I met him at the saloon with a snap in my fone for the one and only 'Naai'. The guy just looked at it for a couple of seconds and started his businness. And before Atal Ji could have said Hello, he was done with the scissors. The last act was the 'Gel Thing'. Armed with about 1kg Brylcream, he turned my head into a freshly mowed lawn. Every single hair was seen reaching for the sky. I somehow persuaded him to 'settle things down' for the moment so that I could safely get a entry into my house. Bhai standing there with a beaming smile as he had just truned me into Brad Pitt.

The reactions at home were short an crisp:

Dad: Looking like a bihari

Gudiya: Looking like a bihari riskshawala..when he is about to attend a marriage. (matlab jab woh taiyaar hoke bahar nikalta hai)

Mom (10 second pause..and then the killer blow): Koi baat naih...thode din main theek ho jaayenge.

The next day at office was no different. People would look at me, and just wouldnt say anythnig after "Hi". I could see, that they were trying hard not to laugh. Their faces revealing all the emotions. 

In the normal times, my frinds spend most of their breaks taking a hit at me. That day, they had hit a jackpot. Names like Ghonsla, Saanp-Man, kept doing the rounds.

Its been more that two weeks now and for some reason, my hair are not growing at their normal place. So looks like i'll be looking like this for while. Never mind though. I 'm happy that i tried something new. 

Next time, i'll should try a different style from that website and perhaps a different Naai.

Till then, I'm making a portfolio to be sent to Centre Shock guys for their new "Shock Laga" campaing. This hair raising tale might just work wonders for me...Amen !!

The last chocolate sundae..in a burning desert

So..after letting you people live happliy for about two months...i'm back again to haunt
you with more crazy thoughts, pathetic spellings and the weird things that happen so frequently with me. Infact, life had been unusualy normal(read bouring) off late so i had nothing to write about.

But as boogerworm said in the 1st post of her new blog...i'm also back on popular demand.
Yeah..i know it sounds strange..but there are some people...other that the Jhingalala Tribes of
western orrissa who seem to reading the stories of a tall..dark...(naah..not handsome) 23 yr old.

The last post dates back to the last week of october..and as far as i remember, this was the time
when i had got a call for a written test with infosys. So everything else took a back seat and i
was obssesed with this lady with this lady with the sir name 'Devi'. I would tihnk about her all
the time, even sleep with her photo near my pillow. No....it was not Sri Devi...not Vaishno Devi..
and with all due respect to Lalloo and his exploits with the Indian Railways, it wasn't Rabri Devi
either. Guys...i'm talking about Shakuntala Devi..the human computer. I think she has inspired
an entire generation of freshers like me who dream of getting a job in the biggest IT company in
India. For the information of my jhingalala friends...Shakuntala Devi has written many puzzle
books which help to the wrriten test at infy around. And the photo-near-my-pillow thing was her book which had her charming face at its back. But all the effort went down the drain as somehow manage to screw up my exam. May be devotion towards the great 'Devi' wasnt total...may be i should pack my bags and head towards western orrissa.

But..no worries..i'm sure i'll learn from this. Next time i plan to put up her poster in my room.
That should surely get me through.

Along with infy, there was Accenture..another dream company. Well, i did manage to clear the written(haan..main apni taareef kar raha hoon!!)..but the test was the least of my problems as the next round was a GD. And with my limited(ok ok...poor) communication skills, the two letters G and D put together looked even more menacing. This was where when one memebers of our gang, (The Freaky Four as we like to call ourselves) hemant suggested me something...

Here are the excerpts from out conversation:

Me(really worried) : yaar hemant..have a GD..kya karoon..any ideas??
Hemant(sounding like einstien) : yeah buddy...u have come to the right person..i have just
the right thing for you.

I don't know whether its the name The Freaky Four...but i just had the feeling that he was upto sometihng outrageous this time

Me(really worried and confused now) : what exactly is on your mind??
Hemant(sounding like einstien + newton) : Vodka!!...the cure for everything. Have a couple of
shots of the sacred drink in the morning..and you'll do just fine.
Me(not knowing what to say) : umm..well...don't know..not sure
Hemant : Try it out yaar..kya pata kaam kar jaaye.

Well, ive been a great fan of the novel Five Point Someone(which is where this idea had come from) but never thought i would done something as insane as this. But they say...jab seedhi ungli se ghee na nikle...to ungli tedhi karni padhti hai. So, i gathered some courage and decided
to bend my fingure a little this time. Buying vodka turned out to be lot harder than i had imagined but lets not get into all that. I carefully measured the amount which hemant-aka-einstien had told me and got "drunk" at 9 in the morning.
I had thought that i would be feeling funny and would see evertihng revovling...thankfully it didnt. But once in a while, i did get scared thinking that when the GD would start, i might jump on the desk and yell..basanti....in kutton ke aagae mat naachna.
Nothing of that sort happened.Although,I didn clear the GD but surprizing was speaking quite
well..may be i should try this more often.

So the last few weeks hadn't been the best and i still don't have job which i could be proud of
But again...no worries...our friend Mr Edison had failed 2000 times before inventing the light
bulb. And despite the failures, i've been improving, so..there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Infact, not just a ray of light, but Sunshine....yeah...i met "her" a few days back. One magical
momment which washed away all the disappointments.

And how can i forget the person who has been as precious as the last chocolate sundae in a
burning desert. Yes i'm talking about Einstien, Newton and ofcourse Hitch..all combined into
one...Hemant. He has been my source of strength in these tough times and himself has taken
a lot of crap over the past year. But now that he is going to be cool manager..and I'm really happy for him. C'mon buddy...become the president of some big company soon and then hire me as your CEO.
You are my last hope...warna...Jhingalala boys....here i come