Wife: Send a 'Thank You' Card to MS Dhoni.
Husband: (Surprised) Why??
Wife: His team had a series wash out in England.
Husband: So.. Why a 'Thank you' card ?
Wife: You didn't spend nights wathing TV and because of that...
Husband: because of that...?
Wife: You would be a father soon... ;)
Husband: (Hugging and kissing her)... hahahaha...I surely would..
September 09, 2011
June 20, 2011
Aaanu..
I was sitting on the middle bar of the bicycle holding on to the handle tightly.. So tight that I ended up putting on the front brake... and we fell... My Aanu (Father in Konkani) and Me... I was attending kindergarten then.. That is the earliest memory I have... of my Loving Aaanu...My best friend ever... Sorry Amma (You come second there :))...
There are a few more, however, I feel I visualised them after I heard about it from my Amma..
We (Guru, my-Bro and Me) used to get very nice beatings from him... of which I don't remember much of... However, I still remember him calling me and telling me you are big now, you should obey my words and help me not picking up the stick again.. I was like 'Yippeeeee'.... After that I don't recall I gave him a reason to pick that again.... Though, I still used to get the verbal thrash...
I do remember one incident where I annoyed my father... 'Who is the oldest in our house?' I asked.. 'I am' Aanu replied... 'So you would be the first one to die'... Before my sentence ended.. I got nice ones.. :)
I still remember, every exam I wrote through out my schooling uptil post graduation.. Aanu used to wait for me at the doorstep, to welcome me back from exam hall and enquire about it.... I couldn't understand till I was old enough that he used to apply for leave from his office to be able to support his sons' during their exams... I used to love the sight of him at the door, his anxious eyes, his lovely smile and smell of sumptuous lunch he would have prepared for us....
I had a dream of attaining 100/100 in mathematics in tenth standard.. which my father had achieved.. I fell short by 12.. I was determined to beat him on his score in his 12th... and I wanted to achieve that by scoring a 100... With that detemination I entered the examination hall... I came out of it crying... which I did repeat on my father's shoulder.. telling him, 'I might fail this paper'... I was expecting a bunch of harsh words from him... 'Don't worry, Mathematics is over.. try and concentrate on the rest' came back the reply... and I was stunned.. To my surprise... I did not fail that Maths exam.. the score was exactly as per my expectation...
He was very detemined to get both of us in to technical colleges... The reason..... he had to discontinue his Bachelor's in Engineering in the final year... since he could not muster money for his final exams and also he had got a job offer from a national life insurance company.... he joined back a Arts degree course after he started working and got a degree for himself..
I did not score well at all in 12th.. which made both my parents to run from pillar to post to get me into a technical college... At the end....all of it went in vain and I joined a Bachelor of Sciences course... at the end of 3 years of jovial carefree time I spent... I went proudly with my marks sheet to my Aanu and uttered.. 'I am the only guy in our group of friends to have scored more than 50%'...... 'You don't know your worth, don't feel proud of such low grades'...that struck me like a thunderbolt...
With a second round of pillar-to-post runnings of all three of us.. I finally managed to get admitted to a Master's in Computer Applications course.. With my first semester's results of close to 80% marks... my father distributed sweets in his office.. and that made me very proud... I had taken his last comment to heart and had worked on it.. I decided, come what may.. I would make my father happy by getting the best marks ever in my Master's.. and I did...
Today, I see a proud father telling people 'My son is in Singapore and has traveled 4 countries. He took us on our first overseas trip and showed around Singapore you know...!'...
Aanu, the overseas trip to Singapore is humongously miniscule to the huge effort you and Amma took to get us here... your kind words, stern warnings, unending support... and your ever so lovely friendship.... :) I just have one wish.. to be born to you two again, again and again..
Ciao..
Annu (Aanu calls me that)
There are a few more, however, I feel I visualised them after I heard about it from my Amma..
We (Guru, my-Bro and Me) used to get very nice beatings from him... of which I don't remember much of... However, I still remember him calling me and telling me you are big now, you should obey my words and help me not picking up the stick again.. I was like 'Yippeeeee'.... After that I don't recall I gave him a reason to pick that again.... Though, I still used to get the verbal thrash...
I do remember one incident where I annoyed my father... 'Who is the oldest in our house?' I asked.. 'I am' Aanu replied... 'So you would be the first one to die'... Before my sentence ended.. I got nice ones.. :)
I still remember, every exam I wrote through out my schooling uptil post graduation.. Aanu used to wait for me at the doorstep, to welcome me back from exam hall and enquire about it.... I couldn't understand till I was old enough that he used to apply for leave from his office to be able to support his sons' during their exams... I used to love the sight of him at the door, his anxious eyes, his lovely smile and smell of sumptuous lunch he would have prepared for us....
I had a dream of attaining 100/100 in mathematics in tenth standard.. which my father had achieved.. I fell short by 12.. I was determined to beat him on his score in his 12th... and I wanted to achieve that by scoring a 100... With that detemination I entered the examination hall... I came out of it crying... which I did repeat on my father's shoulder.. telling him, 'I might fail this paper'... I was expecting a bunch of harsh words from him... 'Don't worry, Mathematics is over.. try and concentrate on the rest' came back the reply... and I was stunned.. To my surprise... I did not fail that Maths exam.. the score was exactly as per my expectation...
He was very detemined to get both of us in to technical colleges... The reason..... he had to discontinue his Bachelor's in Engineering in the final year... since he could not muster money for his final exams and also he had got a job offer from a national life insurance company.... he joined back a Arts degree course after he started working and got a degree for himself..
I did not score well at all in 12th.. which made both my parents to run from pillar to post to get me into a technical college... At the end....all of it went in vain and I joined a Bachelor of Sciences course... at the end of 3 years of jovial carefree time I spent... I went proudly with my marks sheet to my Aanu and uttered.. 'I am the only guy in our group of friends to have scored more than 50%'...... 'You don't know your worth, don't feel proud of such low grades'...that struck me like a thunderbolt...
With a second round of pillar-to-post runnings of all three of us.. I finally managed to get admitted to a Master's in Computer Applications course.. With my first semester's results of close to 80% marks... my father distributed sweets in his office.. and that made me very proud... I had taken his last comment to heart and had worked on it.. I decided, come what may.. I would make my father happy by getting the best marks ever in my Master's.. and I did...
Today, I see a proud father telling people 'My son is in Singapore and has traveled 4 countries. He took us on our first overseas trip and showed around Singapore you know...!'...
Aanu, the overseas trip to Singapore is humongously miniscule to the huge effort you and Amma took to get us here... your kind words, stern warnings, unending support... and your ever so lovely friendship.... :) I just have one wish.. to be born to you two again, again and again..
Ciao..
Annu (Aanu calls me that)
September 15, 2010
July 05, 2010
Its that time again...
Its that time again... Sitting on a comfortable chair... Opening the Internet explorer on my PC... adjusting it to one of the dual monitors... then think... What to type in the address bar... and a bulb glows atop my head.. Let's Blog... it has been a while.. then again the question.. what to write on?... Although there have been hundred and one things which I thought about in the recent times... that I would blog on... however... not even one surfaces now to be on this page.. :(
Sihi, my daughter.. can stand straight now.. holding on to something... rather everything that is around..the house.. she has started moving briskly too while holding on... The other day she stood for over a minute holding on to a ball.. not to mention my arms were ready to prevent/hold her in the event of a fall... Yesterday I realised, Sihi is crawling pretty fast... Now we do need to think how to keep her busy with some stuff while we have some daily chores to do at home.... Putting her to sleep is one huge task.. her eyes you feel would close for some sleep any moment... and then it opens up wide and as bright as it ever was... and she is up to grab whatever is of interest to her around her.. sending a clear signal 'I do not want to sleep' or 'You lost at it again!!'...
Sihi.. was the name we chose for our daughter almost 7 years before she was born... and now.. Sihi, personifies her name... has the same sweet tooth as me.. She demands she be fed with more of sweets and fruits whenever some is offered... in doing that the place where she is demanding is of no consequence to her.. She has already done it at a couple of restaurants we went to... and does it every day some sweet is offered to her at home... :)
Sihi...Sweet...Sihi...
With four in the upper jaw and 3 in the lower... Sihi's mouth is half full with teeth... You would repent putting your finger in her mouth when she bites it... She bites it pretty hard.... after one bite from her dreadful teeth I started using spoon to feed her...
It is any day now she would walk independantly.. and become a BIGG worry for Sandhya, who would have to cope up with her increased movements....
Hope I would pen/type a few of those hundred and one thoughts down before I write more about the Sweet Brat we are bringing up...
Ciao!
Pramod
Sihi, my daughter.. can stand straight now.. holding on to something... rather everything that is around..the house.. she has started moving briskly too while holding on... The other day she stood for over a minute holding on to a ball.. not to mention my arms were ready to prevent/hold her in the event of a fall... Yesterday I realised, Sihi is crawling pretty fast... Now we do need to think how to keep her busy with some stuff while we have some daily chores to do at home.... Putting her to sleep is one huge task.. her eyes you feel would close for some sleep any moment... and then it opens up wide and as bright as it ever was... and she is up to grab whatever is of interest to her around her.. sending a clear signal 'I do not want to sleep' or 'You lost at it again!!'...
Sihi.. was the name we chose for our daughter almost 7 years before she was born... and now.. Sihi, personifies her name... has the same sweet tooth as me.. She demands she be fed with more of sweets and fruits whenever some is offered... in doing that the place where she is demanding is of no consequence to her.. She has already done it at a couple of restaurants we went to... and does it every day some sweet is offered to her at home... :)
Sihi...Sweet...Sihi...
With four in the upper jaw and 3 in the lower... Sihi's mouth is half full with teeth... You would repent putting your finger in her mouth when she bites it... She bites it pretty hard.... after one bite from her dreadful teeth I started using spoon to feed her...
It is any day now she would walk independantly.. and become a BIGG worry for Sandhya, who would have to cope up with her increased movements....
Hope I would pen/type a few of those hundred and one thoughts down before I write more about the Sweet Brat we are bringing up...
Ciao!
Pramod
April 22, 2010
Niagara in 2003
One of my old emails I stumbled across today.... a Travelogue again.. :)
Sent: 28 May 2003 01:26AM
Hi,
One of my many travel dreams came true on Saturday 25th of May. 'NIAGARA' the falls which is much much bigger than my imagination was infront of me in Lights that evening.
Next day We enjoyed the Ballon ride, which takes us to a height of 400 feet. From there you get the best view of the city of Buffalo, Downtown of Torronto and Niagara Ofcourse. I didn't know there were three falls before coming here. 'American falls', 'Bridal Veil Falls' and the famous 'HorseShoe falls'.
We went down the tunnel to the bottom of 'Bridal Veil Falls' and felt the gushing water against our bodies. Thats called the 'cave of the winds' trip which is a lift which takes us 175 ft down to that falls.
We Took the 'Maid of the mist' trip which is the only way we can see the whole Horse shoe from American side. Even in that we couldn't see the middle of the horse shoe because of the mist. I was/am surprised to hear the fact that 'Niagara' is the falls between to lakes, lake eerie and lake Ontario. I am yet to figure out the destination of this enoromous amount of water.
The food was as ultimate as Niagara itself. We went to a Indian restaurant called Taj Mahal. We were treated with hot sabjees made and served at that time, the lightest of the phulkas I had ever eaten (unlimited in number of them) and Basmathi chawal all for $9.95 the food was so good that we had our Sunday's Lunch and the sat'day's dinner there. They had the pictures taken with Govinda and Priety zintha who were there for some shooting last year.
All the while I was missing my entire family of friends (all of you) and especially my wife. Its her dream place too. Hope I can come back here with her and all of you.
One more dream remains to come true 'The Golden gate Bridge' of California.
Bye! Take Care!!
luvY
Pammi..J
Mobile : +91 - 80 - 3185 1791
************************************************
Sent: 28 May 2003 01:26AM
Hi,
One of my many travel dreams came true on Saturday 25th of May. 'NIAGARA' the falls which is much much bigger than my imagination was infront of me in Lights that evening.
Next day We enjoyed the Ballon ride, which takes us to a height of 400 feet. From there you get the best view of the city of Buffalo, Downtown of Torronto and Niagara Ofcourse. I didn't know there were three falls before coming here. 'American falls', 'Bridal Veil Falls' and the famous 'HorseShoe falls'.
We went down the tunnel to the bottom of 'Bridal Veil Falls' and felt the gushing water against our bodies. Thats called the 'cave of the winds' trip which is a lift which takes us 175 ft down to that falls.
We Took the 'Maid of the mist' trip which is the only way we can see the whole Horse shoe from American side. Even in that we couldn't see the middle of the horse shoe because of the mist. I was/am surprised to hear the fact that 'Niagara' is the falls between to lakes, lake eerie and lake Ontario. I am yet to figure out the destination of this enoromous amount of water.
The food was as ultimate as Niagara itself. We went to a Indian restaurant called Taj Mahal. We were treated with hot sabjees made and served at that time, the lightest of the phulkas I had ever eaten (unlimited in number of them) and Basmathi chawal all for $9.95 the food was so good that we had our Sunday's Lunch and the sat'day's dinner there. They had the pictures taken with Govinda and Priety zintha who were there for some shooting last year.
All the while I was missing my entire family of friends (all of you) and especially my wife. Its her dream place too. Hope I can come back here with her and all of you.
One more dream remains to come true 'The Golden gate Bridge' of California.
Bye! Take Care!!
luvY
Pammi..J
Mobile : +91 - 80 - 3185 1791
************************************************
April 09, 2010
Good People are everywhere!
The ticket checker took my bus card checked that with her hand-held machine and moved on... I was very hesitant to ask... however, there was no other way... since couple of my fellow passengers did not have any answer to my query... 'did this bus go to Changi Business Park (CBP)?'..... I asked the lady... She in her own accent said... this does not go to that place... you have to get down at....blurrrrrr... and on and on and on... I could not understand the blurrrr part.....since this was my third week in here and I was not fluent with names of areas around..... and I kept telling myself.. this lady doesn't know a thing... Google Maps has told me if I take the bus number 24 I would get to CBP... and I kept staring at the boards put up at each of the bus stops to find CBP listed for bus number 24.... and was clutching on the print out of the google maps print out...
Earlier in the day... since I had to go to this place for the first time... as my practice I kept an hour buffer time ...keeping in mind... if I err in my direction/lose my way in the middle.... I walked to the bus stop I believed I would get my bus.... and realised Bus number 24 does not come there... I crossed the road and checked out the other bus stop too... and that also did not have this bus number listed... I wondered for a few minutes before calling my friend for help... he using his I-Phone's google maps helped me with the direction to the correct Bus Stop...
While walking to the bus stop... I saw the Bus # 24 waiting for the Green at a traffic signal... a thought came across.. if I were in Bengaluru... I could have crossed the road... when pedestrian crossing light was still RED... walked up to the driver.... requested him to open the door and got in... Such a simple thing...... Alas, I was in SingaPura.... I had to walk up to the bus stop and catch the next bus....
While walking I suddenly saw a bus # 24 coming to a stop at the Bus stop... and I had to run to make it... I ran... and in between I lost the sight of the bus momentarily since there was skyway (to help people cross high way) steps blocking my vision.... I was fortunate the Bus was about to start and the driver saw me... running towards him... stopped and opened the doors for me.... As soon as I got in... The bus started taking the route I did not expect it to take.... that's when I asked a couple of passengers...'Does this bus go to CBP?'....
One Philippino (I came to know after our introduction later).. sitting behind me asked me.... are you heading to CBP... my eyes lightened up.. I said 'Yes'... He was not so fluent in English.... actually it did not matter at all... whatever he conveyed, I understood every bit of it..... He also told me he was heading that way too.... and he would help me to get there....
In front of me there was one more bus... and on its back glass... I was able to see the bus number I was travelling.. I was surprised to note.. it was 135.... In the urgency of catching the bus... I had got on a wrong bus... Stupid me!
The stop came where we had to get down... he had earlier moved to front when he found empty seats there.... I had stayed put.... While getting up and moving to the door... he gestured and I got out of the bus along with him... He told there were two ways to get there... Bus #24 and MRT (Mass Rapid Transit - Local Train)... bus would take 30 minutes and MRT 10.... he was travelling by Train.... he offered to get me to where I had to go....We got on a train....His name was Rodel.. He was working in a construction site in front of the building I had to go to... he was from Philippines... that's all I got to know about this 'Good Person'... whom I would remember for my life...
Earlier in the day... since I had to go to this place for the first time... as my practice I kept an hour buffer time ...keeping in mind... if I err in my direction/lose my way in the middle.... I walked to the bus stop I believed I would get my bus.... and realised Bus number 24 does not come there... I crossed the road and checked out the other bus stop too... and that also did not have this bus number listed... I wondered for a few minutes before calling my friend for help... he using his I-Phone's google maps helped me with the direction to the correct Bus Stop...
While walking to the bus stop... I saw the Bus # 24 waiting for the Green at a traffic signal... a thought came across.. if I were in Bengaluru... I could have crossed the road... when pedestrian crossing light was still RED... walked up to the driver.... requested him to open the door and got in... Such a simple thing...... Alas, I was in SingaPura.... I had to walk up to the bus stop and catch the next bus....
While walking I suddenly saw a bus # 24 coming to a stop at the Bus stop... and I had to run to make it... I ran... and in between I lost the sight of the bus momentarily since there was skyway (to help people cross high way) steps blocking my vision.... I was fortunate the Bus was about to start and the driver saw me... running towards him... stopped and opened the doors for me.... As soon as I got in... The bus started taking the route I did not expect it to take.... that's when I asked a couple of passengers...'Does this bus go to CBP?'....
One Philippino (I came to know after our introduction later).. sitting behind me asked me.... are you heading to CBP... my eyes lightened up.. I said 'Yes'... He was not so fluent in English.... actually it did not matter at all... whatever he conveyed, I understood every bit of it..... He also told me he was heading that way too.... and he would help me to get there....
In front of me there was one more bus... and on its back glass... I was able to see the bus number I was travelling.. I was surprised to note.. it was 135.... In the urgency of catching the bus... I had got on a wrong bus... Stupid me!
The stop came where we had to get down... he had earlier moved to front when he found empty seats there.... I had stayed put.... While getting up and moving to the door... he gestured and I got out of the bus along with him... He told there were two ways to get there... Bus #24 and MRT (Mass Rapid Transit - Local Train)... bus would take 30 minutes and MRT 10.... he was travelling by Train.... he offered to get me to where I had to go....We got on a train....His name was Rodel.. He was working in a construction site in front of the building I had to go to... he was from Philippines... that's all I got to know about this 'Good Person'... whom I would remember for my life...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
