Mission “Maddy’s Marriage”

This blog is meant for those who know maddy and those who knew/know/will be knowning that “Maddy is getting married in june next year to a noida girl”.

It all started with the status message (at google-talk) of my RELIGIOUS friend utkarsh khare (to know why religious..just see the photo of some goddess in his purse ).

Then after some time a chat started with rocky.

Then vidit pings me

Immediately after that, I got a mail from manjeet.

 

From: Manjeet Bothra
Sent: Monday, July 03, 2006 1:58 PM
To: Pankaj Madhukar
Subject: Abe….

 

Foto bhejo be…….bhabi ki…ham bhi dekheJ

Badhai ho badhai…sagai ki tumko..

 

 

From: Pankaj Madhukar
Sent: Monday, July 03, 2006 2:27 PM
To: Manjeet Bothra
Subject: RE: Abe….

 

Arrey yaar aisi koi baat nahin hai dost

Khare sathiya gaya hai

 

From: Manjeet Bothra
Sent: Monday, July 03, 2006 2:34 PM
To: Pankaj Madhukar
Subject: RE: Abe….

 

Abe ab chupao na…

Majj, Amal, Ramneek and unni are also not far behind in congratulating me

 Amal

Ramneek

Unni

And then a series of mail started flowing inside my inbox.

The conspiracy theory:
Following mail thread vociferates the complete conspiracy.

 

Pop’s talk with his friend who is a girl

 

poppy’s (girl)friend: hi PK

kisaki shaadi ho gayi?

Sent at 10:48 AM on Tuesday

Puspendra: Hi

are mera ek frienda pankaj hai..microsoft me..

usi ki..

poppy’s (girl)friend: okok

Puspendra: aor bta tera kya chal rha hai

poppy’s (girl)friend: sab theek

 

poppy’s (girl)friend: pankaj wo mota waala

SE ka jo man month padhaya tha?

Puspendra: nahin patala wala pankaj

poppy’s (girl)friend: delloitte me tha wo pankaj?

Puspendra: are wo nahin ..wo prashant ksayap hai..

poppy’s (girl)friend: are haan haan…sorry naam ek se hain na ..so confusion

Puspendra: tu sayed nahin janti hai use..usane haal mein hi microsft join kiya tha

poppy’s (girl)friend: ye delloitte wala pankaj hai na

Puspendra: haan

wahi

poppy’s (girl)friend: usaki shaadi ho gayi?

Puspendra: haan ..kuchh din pahale hui hai

poppy’s (girl)friend: itane jaldi :O

Puspendra: ldaki deloite me soft eng hai

poppy’s (girl)friend: abhi age bas 22 -23 hogi naaa

Puspendra: haan yaar love marraige jo hai

poppy’s (girl)friend: anyways..

Puspendra: are payar andha hota hai..age does nt matter

poppy’s (girl)friend: :O

ohh so its love marrige

Puspendra: haan

poppy’s (girl)friend: goood goood

Puspendra: 100 percent pure love

poppy’s (girl)friend: bandi kaun hai

apane iiit ki thi kyaaa?

Puspendra: nahin..koi local collage ki thi

poppy’s (girl)friend: good

 

 

 

 

 

Appreciation mail from kunal

 

vaah poppy vaah!!!

 

Appreciation mail from Rocky

 

Sahi hai popi.. aaj apna nam roshan kiya hai tumne .. ab pankaj bhaiya party bhi de hi daalo ..

 

Utkarsh’s warning

 

beta pankaj sabko bahut marega ..

 

aur facts confuse mat karwa ..

ladki noida ki hai and arranged marriage hai.

maine kal sabse yahin kaha hai ..

 

vaise pankaj party de de ab to .. saale rocky ne TV liya uski bhi party nahin hui ..

kab doge saale tum log ..

 

Poppy’s Explanation

 

Are yaar ladki noida ki hai..deloite me kaam karati hai….ye dono honeymoon manane USA jaa rahe hai 16 june ko.

Rakesh TV kab liya be…sale bataya nahin..

 

 

Kameena KunalL

 

i just had this chat with unni….

12:06 PM Sreejith: how true is this news?

me: very true “|

12:07 PM Sreejith: no kidding

me: yeah…

Sreejith: wow!

me: yeah!!

and that too a love marriage

Sreejith: i thght u guys were playing a joke!

me: a girl in delloite… from noida

a fast whirlwind affair and marriage is on the cards

12:08 PM Sreejith: hmm.. now i am confused again

me: how come?

Sreejith: there is no deloitte in noida

me: abe the girl is from nodia… working in deloitte h’bad

12:09 PM Sreejith: and yesterday khare told me that the marriage was fixed by his parents

so multiple sources contradicting each other.

me: abe he is in b’lore.. does not have 1st hand info

Sreejith: hmm. sahi hai

me: ask maddy’s current room-mates, not the ex-room-mates

Sreejith: thats why i asked u

12:10 PM so shud i congratulate him then?

 

 

Rakesh says

He was asking the same from me . but alas, I wasnt on my seat to create such a wonderful story.
So guys lets remeber this story from now onwards … all of us should stick to the same .. taki logon ko lage ki baat sachchi hai .

 

Kunal’s new mail

 

continuation of the story…

Utkarsh: Maddy Rocks .. girl’s name is shilpa .. marriage preponed to september this year .. keep watching this space for updates

so guys remember this too … utkarsh keeps giving extra information

 

Rocky ( hindi novels have affected him )

 

aur maddy tu shadi ka card to bhej hi de, kisi bhi id pe .. ab official id main kya rakha hai .. sab moh maya hai … Official id to Kshanbhangur swapn hai .. Kisi kshan bhi badal sakta hai …

 

Rocky to khare

 

Abe yeh Shilpa Kaun hai … Shetty wali Shilpa ki Khare tune apni waali utha ke de di ??
aur agar aise hi baant raha hai to fir hum bhi hain line main

 

Rocky finding parivesh

 

Btw yeh parivesh kyun nahi hai loop main .. daal diya use bhi … ab BC saari simayen langhne wali hain .. dil tham ke baithe rahen.

 

Parivesh ab jaga

 

abe kya ho raha hai yeh, koi samajho .. maddy kukur tune shaadi kab kari be .. ab yeh mat kehna ki nahi ki ..nahi to main assume karoonga ki sahi main ho gayi … murge tune tv kab liya.. PARTY de ..

 

Rocky’s reply

 

BBKAA

 

( for those who doesn’t know BBKAA it is “bhole baba ke adambar anaek” )

To Be Continued…

 

TBC

 

What do you do when You feel sleepy at your office?

When I start feeling sleepy, I start bugging my friends on g-talk. Rocky also does the same thing but in his own style..

Following is a demo

Rakesh says:

Helloooooo

tu kahan hai ..

kya kar raha hai?
jo bhi kar raha hai kyun kar raha hai
aur sabse gandi bat .. mere message ka reply nahi kar raha hai ..
gande log
gandi pasand
Dev Anand
Mukul Anand
Vijia anand
but not the movie Anand
because that was good
hamara senior tha ek xxxxxx xxxx
xxxx ki lag gayi watt
khadi ho gayi uski khaat
gaya woh tel lene haat
haat main thi ek charpaai
uspe so gaya dal ke rajaai
rajaai main the chuhe
jo aat tak na kisi ke hue
to uske kaise hote
kat khaya usko sote sote
kamine kutte aalsi mote
Khana kha ke ab tak wapas nahi laute
ya fir laut chuka hai aur so raha hai
M$ ki lutiya dubo raha hai
besharam tujhse aisi ummid na thi
ki din dahade rajai tan ke so jayega
jaldi se jag ja kamine ..
warna chuhon ka sardar aa jayega
chuhe bhagenge to aayegi billi
jo mar bhagayegi tujhe dilli
dilli se pakadna flight
karna apni belt tight
aur sidhe ja pahoochna redmond
baith baith ke khana fir almond
saale door jaake paraye ho jaoge
hamen to koi parwah nahi par makan malik ko bahut yaad aaoge
Bechara tum se milne ke din ginta rahta hai
bijli bill ke bahane ghar ke chakkar kat ta rahta hai
chal ab meri nind to khul gayi
par ummid karta hoon tujhe aa jayegi
jab tu kam se free hoga
aur is message ko padhne ki baari aayegi

 

At 106, she still cares about India

"She wandered around in Mumbai, Jabalpur and across Maharashtra, went to all government offices asking for a job. Everywhere she went, she was asked about certificates, but she had nothing except the one sari she wore. Those were the darkest days of her life. She was hungry, with no proper clothes and no place to stay.

But she was sure about one thing — she would not go to a Congress office and ask for money. "

Shobha Warrier  presents the story of a freedom fighter Saraswathy Ramaswamy in a rediff special.

 

The mysterious end of Dr S P Mookherjee

Day before yesterday, I came accross an article by "v sundaram" which states about "The mysterious end of Dr S P Mookherjee" . Below are its contents.

In these columns I had written about Dr Shyama Prasad Mookerjee, who was a true and fearless nationalist. He died under mysterious circumstances on 23 May 1953 while under illegal detention without a trial in a private home in Srinagar, Kashmir. It is a known fact that Nehru had unconcealed contempt for the Hindus of India in general and the Hindus of Bengal in particular. On the other hand his infatuation for the Muslims of both India and Pakistan was total and indivisible. Further, he had a special regard and consideration founded on unrequited love for Sheik Abdullah for a lifetime.

        On 1 April 1950, Dr S P Mookerjee, who was Minister for Industry and Supply, resigned from the Jawaharlal Nehru Ministry as a mark of angry protest against the Indian government's appeasement policy towards Pakistan. In a Cabinet meeting held in the afternoon of that day, Dr S P Mookerjee told Nehru: 'When Muslims in Kashmir were attacked you sent the Indian Armed Forces and spent crores of rupees. What do you care for us Bengali Hindus? What do you care for the criminal assaults on our women?' This is quoted in a book called 'Soundings in Modern South Asian History' edited by D A Low, published by Weidenfeld & Nicolson, London in 1968. In the same book it has also been reported that Pundit Nehru stood up and began to advance towards Dr S P Mookerjee. For a moment it looked as if the Cabinet meeting would become a battle field. The other Ministers present tried to pacify Dr S P Mookerjee and Pundit Nehru. When things came to such a pass, Sardar Patel cleverly left the meeting. He was soon followed by other Ministers. Nehru reacted with relief in the following manner: 'Half the Cabinet has gone away. I think the meeting should be adjourned'. Thus ended another comically great pseudo-secular episode in modern Indian history.

        In his capacity as president of the Jan Sangh, Dr S P Mookerjee was elected as leader of the National Democratic Group in the Lok Sabha when he entered Parliament after the general elections in 1952. In January-February 1953, by-elections were held in four constituencies in Delhi and Jan Sangh won three seats and the Congress party could win only one seat. Nehru was known for his violent bursts of temper and cherished the hallucination that any gregarious 'loss' of his temper meant a glorious 'gain' for India! Sharp words were exchanged between Jawaharlal Nehru and Dr S P Mookerjee on 17 February, 1953 in the Lok Sabha. I am giving below the words exchanged by them during the Parliamentary debate:

        Nehru shouted: 'Disgraceful!'

        Dr S P Mookerjee: 'It was nothing but disgraceful!'

        Nehru said indignantly: 'It was disgraceful to have brought in the course of this debate these wild, irresponsible and fantastic charges. This itself shows the nature of the entire speech and the mentality behind it'.

        Dr S P Mookerjee: 'His temper shows more than anything else his incapacity to rule over this country'.

        Nehru: 'I ask the gentleman on the other side to prove that or withdraw his remarks about wine and women'.

        Dr Mookerjee retorted: 'I never said 'women'. I never used that word. I only said 'money and wine'.

        Nehru: 'I ask the member to prove his irresponsible statement'.

        Dr Mookerjee: 'It is no use losing your temper'.

        Nehru: 'It is the hon'ble member's right'.

        Dr Mookerjee: 'It is Jawaharlal Nehru's eternal right to lose temper'!

        Dr S P Mookerjee became a cult figure among all the Hindus of India who had undergone the horrors of partition in 1947-48 in North Western and North Eastern India. His burning patriotism, shining idealism and stark realism had naturally made him a front rank national leader. As he was only in his early 50s at that time, many had hoped that sooner than later he would emerge as the Prime Minister of India. But that was not to be. I cannot help suspecting that he was put to death with the full knowledge and political blessings of Sheik Abdullah and Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru. I am led to this sad conclusion by the letters which Lady Jogmaya Devi Mookerjee, wife of Sir Ashutosh Mookerjee and mother of Dr S P Mookerjee, exchanged with Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru soon after the death of her son in Srinagar in Kashmir while on illegal detention in May 1953. I have obtained copies of these letters from my esteemed friend V Kalyanam, who worked as personal secretary to Mahatma Gandhi for nearly four years from 1944 to 1948. After a detailed discussion with him I have gathered the following facts which will stand any judicial scrutiny.

        In her letter dated 4 July, 1953, Lady Jogmaya Devi Mookerjee wrote to Nehru about her son's death as follows: 'His death is shrouded in mystery. Is it not most astounding and shocking that ever since his detention there, the first information that I, his mother, received from the government of Kashmir was that my son was 'no more', and that also at least two hours after the end? And in what a cruel, cryptic way the message was conveyed! '. A fearless son of free India has met his death while 'in detention without trial' under most tragic and mysterious circumstances. I, THE MOTHER OF THE GREAT DEPARTED SOUL, DEMAND THAT AN ABSOLUTELY IMPARTIAL AND OPEN ENQUIRY BY INDEPENDENT AND COMPETENT PERSONS BE HELD WITHOUT ANY DELAY. I know nothing can bring back to us the life that is no more. But I do want is that the people of India must judge for themselves, the real causes of this great tragedy enacted in a free country and the part that was played by your government'.

        Nehru gave a confused and guarded pseudo-secular reply on 5 July 1953: 'l did not venture to write to you before without going into the matter of Dr Shyama Prasad Mookerjee's detention and death fairly carefully. I have since enquired further into it from a number of persons who had occasion to know 'some facts'. I can only say to you that I arrived at the clear and honest conclusion that there is no mystery in this and that Dr Mookerjee was given every consideration'.

        Deeply hurt by the callous and insensitive reply from Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru, Lady Jogmaya Devi Mookerjee wrote back the following rejoinder in her letter dated 9 July, 1953: 'Your letter dated 5th July reached me on the 7th. It is a sad commentary on the whole situation. Instead of helping to clear up the mystery, your attitude deepens it. I demanded an open enquiry. I did not ask 'for your clear and honest conclusion'. Your reaction to the whole affair is now well-known. The people of India and I, the mother, have got to be convinced. There is a rooted suspicion in the mind of many. What is required is 'an open, impartial, immediate enquiry'. The various points raised in my letter remain unanswered. I had clearly told you that I had positive evidence to prove certain very relevant and important facts. You do not care to know or look into them. You say that you had enquired from a number of persons who had occasion to know some facts. It is strange that even we, the members of his family, are not regarded as persons who can at least throw some light on the matter and yet you call your conclusion to be honest'.

        'Your experience in jails is known to all. It was at one time a matter of great national pride with us. But you had suffered imprisonment under an alien rule and my son has met his death in detention without trial under a national government. It is futile to address you further. You are afraid to face facts. I hold the Kashmir government responsible for the death of my son. I accuse your government of complicity in the matter'. As was his wont, Nehru totally ignored this simple request from the mother of Dr Shyama Prasad Mookerjee who had been his Cabinet colleague just three years earlier and who was a sitting Member of Parliament.

        Government of India, some years ago, appointed the Justice Mukherjee Commission in 1999 to enquire into the mystery concerning the death in 1945 of Netaji Subash Chandra Bose. Dr Shyama Prasad Mookerjee, also a great Bengali, died under mysterious circumstances, as claimed by his own mother soon after his suspicious death. Nehru turned a deaf ear to her because of his romantic passion for Kashmir and Sheik Abdullah on the one hand and his cavalier contempt for the Bengali Hindus on the other. All responsible citizens in India should appeal to the government of India to reopen the issue by appointing a Commission of Enquiry to enquire into the mysterious circumstances relating to the death of Dr S P Mookerjee while in illegal detention without any trial in May 1953. The nationalist Bengalis of West Bengal today cannot expect the CPI (M) government to speak on their behalf in this matter. CPI (M) would go out of its way to speak on behalf of Sonia, Rahul and Priyanka! And, of course, they would not hesitate to launch an (international!) militant movement for and on behalf of the grandsons and granddaughters of Lenin and Stalin!

courtsey : http://www.newstodaynet.com/2006sud/06apr/0304ss1.htm

 

My last team outing@deloitte

This sunday, I went for a team outing ( probably my last one@deloitte ) at pragati resort.

It was full of fun and i enjoyed a lot.

Here are some of the snaps…( still more to come )

Welcome to Pragati Resort

Kwak Kwak Batalians

Ducks are lucky,
Don’t you think?
When they want to
Take a drink,
All they do is
Duck their bill.
(Doesn’t matter
If they spill.)
When they want to
Take a swim,
All they do is
Dive right in;
And they never
Seem to sink.
Ducks are lucky,
Don’t you think?

Started with a breakfast

Time for volleyball!!
you pass,
you set,
you spike,
you scream with all your might,
you fight,
you cry,
you get back up,
and then its over,

YOU WIN!!

Loose net…sukhjinder trying to tie it

Where is the ball ?

The spike, the serve it’s all intense
will i be needed to bump for defense.
An overhand serve or a spike or a set
All need to have power to go over the net.
Save with a dig so no points will be lost,
the other team needs to know who is boss.

A box of blue
With water in.
It calls to you.
The fun begin.

Too much of fun

say cheese

We all were tired..but no body was willing to come out of the water.

The Ice-cream was good.

Tired us

Bye Bye Pragati Resort

 

The Sunrise

I tried to recall when was the last time when I saw the sunrise. I couldnot recall when i saw the sunrise last.

Day before yesterday, I started reading R K Narayan’s “The english teacher”. There after few pages only the author gave a vivid and poetic description of the moment when the first ray of the sun embraces the earth. Merely reading it filled my heart with such a glow of joy that i decided that i will see tomorrow’s sunrise.

I thought, if i go to bed ( even early ) , the chances are rare for me to get up before the sunrise. So the best solution that clicked in my mind was not to sleep till the sunrise.

I played age, read blogs of my friends, read almost all the articles@cricinfo.com to keep myself awake and alive.

And finally the moment arrived. I was standing near the window, when the sun started to conquer the darkness. I cannot describe that moment. To live the moment more, I went onto the roof and standing there i really felt exactly same as the words of R K Narayan described in “The English teacher”.

“There was something in the deliberate effort , and the hour and the air, and surroundings…
Nature nature , all our poets repeat till they are hoarse. There are subtle, invisible emanations in nature’s
surroundings: with them the deepest in us merges and harmonizes. I think it is the highest form of joy and peace one can comprehend.“

Also it reminded me of a poem by “jacqui thornton“

The grey begins to fade,

As colour creeps from leaf to limb.

The light is slowly seeping up,

From beneath the earth’s curved rim.

                        The sky blue strengthens slowly,

                        Glazed with hues of orange and red.

                        Slowly as the earth revolves,

                        The sun lifts up it’s head.

Colours shimmer in the light

And shapes begin to unveil.

The trees and flowers separate,

With the dawn light rosy and pale.

                        The sun climbs higher in the sky.

                        It’s light shimmering and warm.

                        All things now are clearly seen.

                        A new day has been born.

 

Hail Storm@Hyderabad

Darkness
comes, sudden.
Tap tap tap,
then, on the window-pane;
and, as I peer out,
a rumble runs across the valley.
Pelted now by wicked winds,
icestones leap frog, helter-skelter,
bouncing, racing, flouncing:
a one-minute
sally.

By E. L. Core

Thanks to santosh verma ( one of my friend@deloitte ), I have few snaps of the hail-storm@hyd.

 

Where is your blog ?

Today as soon as i saved my blog and clicked its preview, i was shocked to see that there are no blogs on my url. I got confused whether i saved them or did something else ?

I refreshed my page again and again, but all in vain.  

Then i went to rocky’s and kunal’s blog to find the following:

 Kunal’s blog

 

Rocky’s blog

After that i concluded that its not happening with me only, it was some problem with wordpress.

 

Arz kiya hai

  Arz kiya hai ..

apne har har lafz ka khud aaiinaa ho jaaoongaa
us ko chhota kah ke main kaise badaa ho jaaoongaa

tum giraane mein lage the tum ne sochaa hi nahiin
main giraa to maslaa ban kar khadaa ho jaaoongaa
 
mujh ko chlane do, akelaa hai abhi meraa safar
raastaa rokaa gayaa to qaafila ho jaaoongaa

saari duniya ki nazar mein hai meraa ahd-e-vafaa
ek tere kahne se kya main bevafaa ho jaaoongaa
 
Eak aur…
ek pal meN ek sadii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
do din kii zindagii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

bhuule haiN raftaa raftaa unheN mudattoN meN ham
qistoN meN Khud-kushii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

aaGhaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
aaGhaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

jalte diyoN meN jalte gharoN jaise zau kahaaN
sarkaar raushnii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

vo jaan hii gaye ke hameN un se pyaar hai
aaNkhoN kii muKhbarii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

haNsne kaa shauq ham ko bhii thaa aap kii tarah
haNsiye magar haNsii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

ham taubaa kar ke mar gaye qabl-e-azal “Khumar”
tauhiin-e-maikashii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

aaGhaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

jalte diyoN meN jalte gharoN jaise zau kahaaN
sarkaar raushnii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

vo jaan hii gaye ke hameN un se pyaar hai
aaNkhoN kii muKhbarii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

haNsne kaa shauq ham ko bhii thaa aap kii tarah
haNsiye magar haNsii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye

ham taubaa kar ke mar gaye qabl-e-azal “Khumar”
tauhiin-e-maikashii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye