b4 you read further..there is one thing you should know...i am like a empty vessel.. i make a lot of noise...sometimes it makes sense...most of the times it does not...
i don't know where i heard this...
yeha khuda hai..
wahan khuda hai...
yeha khuda hai..
wahan khuda hai...
jahan nahi khuda hai...wahan kal khudega :P
walllah...wallah.. now the idea is to create rojgaar... why coz there is so much pressure on the politicians in INDIA that they cant think straight...
employment will always be a problem...
but does that mean... dig when ever you want...where ever it is not dug ??
what i have noticed ...(:P)... the same road is dug more than 1 times each time and every time.
ok ok... lets put it this way... first the MTNL dug the road, then airtel and the tatas and then MCGM and then the PWD ...and then the MTNL againg...then comes the baap of all diggers.. Dhirubhai abani's sons...the reliance brothers.. anil and mukesh... they dig and they continue to dig.... now these days there are big big fightings ...tenders are floated.. then setting chalu ho jaati hai.... jo sexy setting lagayega oose tendor tendor milta hai... malaai ke 7
so they start digging... earlier they used hands...these days they use machines...but in the end they dig...
and then there are no places to dig they start creating new ones...that can be dug...
the best part is this digging creates so much employment that may be 5% of the poor get jobs... when the holes are left open...ppl use them in multiple ways.. in rains these become the water bodies of the city :| .. then the poor kids wont be crib about the fact that they don't have a public swimming pool :)
so the digging goes on for quite some time...the employment generated gives the politicians hope of getting re-elected and most of the time it brings them back to power...
most of the middle class janata cribs all the time - that the dug up roads are creating a lot of problems...they nag...they curse...they abuse!! (the rich do not bother about it digging or may be they do ...but are able to ignore it cos they are smart..or may be they are not)... but the middle class janata displays emotions in every possible way.... the poor are so very used to it...that if they do now see roads getting dug, they feel that the govt is not doing anything that is progressive...everynow and then you will get to hear....it was a big mistake to vote these madarchods (motherfuckers)...sala sab ke sab gandu hai... agla time oonko-ich vote dega jo rojgaar dega... jo rasta khodega...jo taalab khodega...kuch to khodega....
bhagwaan ke waasta hai....oosko :|
in the last few years ..the MCGM has deployed underground pipes to pump gas to homes in the city (gas cylinders se chhutkaara), the mtnl/bsnl has layed thousands of kms of telephone lines(now they are providing DSL lines which was once upon a time a dream), the PWD has done so many things that i dont know even 10% of the things they must have done, 1 of the reliance brothers has laid more than 60,000kms of fiber optics cable for broadband - the other is digging for oil and natural gas...and blah blah blah....and more blah blah blah...
it will only give me more reasons to have more hope...
Run, run rabbit run…
dig that hole, forget the sun, and when at last the work is done..
don’t sit down..its time to dig another one
-
pink floyd
healthybakchodi
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
for the love of ...
everybody loves to love them...every body loves to hate them... they play cricket!!
lets refine it...
everybody loves to love them when they win... everybody loves to hate them when they loose!!
i still cant understand why we love a game that was introduced to us by the British...they made us nunga punga...stole our land...they stole our tax.. they stole our Kohinoor :(
b4 they introduced us to the game we played many other games (yeah...we did play games other than cricket)... but unfortunately i don't know many of them... kabaddi, kho kho, kusti, and i am sure we played many many more games ...most of them i might not even know...i was born in the decade of Television Kranti... radio were just going out of fashion and heroes were happy to romance the beautiful women in color...internet was not even discovered...
the last time i remember playing cricket was at St. Lawrence school in Sector 16 Vashi.. i got chance to play since there was one less player in one team :P ... i got out on the first ball...catch out... i hit a half volley...and straight to the the fielder who was hidden cos on the same ground there were more than 4 to 5 matched being played :D ... imbalanced demand and supply equation of complex variables of cricket grounds, population, time and love for the game... where do some things come from is always a mystery ...
the last time i remember playing either of kabbaddi, kho kho or langadi is whn i must be in my 2nd grade... :)
i see us playing cricket everywhere... on proper grounds, in buildings, on roads, on footpaths, on terraces of buildings, in classrooms, in office on computer, on the internet...we even played cricket by turning pages of the book and the page number as the number of runs score... say if u open the page number 66 ..its a six... if u open pages with page number ending with 4 are four runs...and and if i open 60/50/40 - ending with a zero - i am out....and so on...
one of the weirdest places i have seen small kids play cricket is the harbor line of mumbai... it was once upon a time a completely fucked up place to be...it is not a lil better... i really mean it!! ... its a lot better that what it used to be a few years ago... they play cricket right next to the railway tracks which is a toilet for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... which is a big dustbin for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... the gutter next to it is a sewage drain... its open so it can overflow anytime.. and so so much more i can describe....but fuck...ppl wont read the post them...
danny uncle wanted to show all of this, similar things...and so he did in his super awesome movie slumdog millionaire ...not exactly what we wanted him to show about india...but he did what most of us would want to hide... he won 8 oscars :)
there are 2 problems...(thees 2 i feel are important..)
1) when will we realize that we can not expect our fellow Indians to live like that... (i understand the world can not survive with equality but.....)
2) will we ever see kids play hockey or any other game with so much love and addiction the way those kids play cricket ??
PS : if i said i am not a big cricket fan i may be not speaking the truth
healthybakchodi
lets refine it...
everybody loves to love them when they win... everybody loves to hate them when they loose!!
i still cant understand why we love a game that was introduced to us by the British...they made us nunga punga...stole our land...they stole our tax.. they stole our Kohinoor :(
b4 they introduced us to the game we played many other games (yeah...we did play games other than cricket)... but unfortunately i don't know many of them... kabaddi, kho kho, kusti, and i am sure we played many many more games ...most of them i might not even know...i was born in the decade of Television Kranti... radio were just going out of fashion and heroes were happy to romance the beautiful women in color...internet was not even discovered...
the last time i remember playing cricket was at St. Lawrence school in Sector 16 Vashi.. i got chance to play since there was one less player in one team :P ... i got out on the first ball...catch out... i hit a half volley...and straight to the the fielder who was hidden cos on the same ground there were more than 4 to 5 matched being played :D ... imbalanced demand and supply equation of complex variables of cricket grounds, population, time and love for the game... where do some things come from is always a mystery ...
the last time i remember playing either of kabbaddi, kho kho or langadi is whn i must be in my 2nd grade... :)
i see us playing cricket everywhere... on proper grounds, in buildings, on roads, on footpaths, on terraces of buildings, in classrooms, in office on computer, on the internet...we even played cricket by turning pages of the book and the page number as the number of runs score... say if u open the page number 66 ..its a six... if u open pages with page number ending with 4 are four runs...and and if i open 60/50/40 - ending with a zero - i am out....and so on...
one of the weirdest places i have seen small kids play cricket is the harbor line of mumbai... it was once upon a time a completely fucked up place to be...it is not a lil better... i really mean it!! ... its a lot better that what it used to be a few years ago... they play cricket right next to the railway tracks which is a toilet for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... which is a big dustbin for the mumbaikars living along the railway tracks... the gutter next to it is a sewage drain... its open so it can overflow anytime.. and so so much more i can describe....but fuck...ppl wont read the post them...
danny uncle wanted to show all of this, similar things...and so he did in his super awesome movie slumdog millionaire ...not exactly what we wanted him to show about india...but he did what most of us would want to hide... he won 8 oscars :)
there are 2 problems...(thees 2 i feel are important..)
1) when will we realize that we can not expect our fellow Indians to live like that... (i understand the world can not survive with equality but.....)
2) will we ever see kids play hockey or any other game with so much love and addiction the way those kids play cricket ??
PS : if i said i am not a big cricket fan i may be not speaking the truth
healthybakchodi
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Sampark Kranti
That means 'communication revolution', if literally translated as a phrase. For those of you not in the know of India, it is a series of trains which, like the exclusive Rajdhanis, connect the nation's capital to various state capitals. That's just like the Rajdhanis, and in most cases, the number of intermediate stoppages are lesser in number, comparatively. However, unlike the Rajdhanis, it's not fully air-conditioned and meals are not part of the ticket's package. So there, now you know.
I just returned to my home - that is Delhi - by the Maharashtra Sampark Kranti. And as luck would have it, on the way I happened to have some really obnoxious co-passengers. There was this bunch of 7 youngsters, on their way to wherever, who just couldn't refrain from talking loudly while playing cards - which would have been fine, if they had shut the hell up during the night when I was trying desperately to sleep and not kept giving me regular updates about India's downward progression against England on their way out of the ICC World Twenty20.
Then there was this woman who got in from Borivali who was obsessed with the berths - as it turned out, she had an upper but wanted something lower. When she finally did manage to get herself a middle, she wanted to set it up at 8 (EIGHT!) - we managed to delay it to 9. Next, she gets up in the morning at about 6 but says: "Abhi nahi - aath baje". Politely but firmly, I inform her that the official timings are 9pm-6am. What I really wanted to tell her was: "baarah ghante? train tere baap ki hai kya?"
But co-passengers weren't the best or the worst parts of the journey. The best was after a chain pulling incident somewhere near Sawai Madhopur (that place in Rajasthan from where you go to Ranathambore), after which this guy got off the train with his skybag, only to be caught by a policeman who held him by the collar with his right hand and kept slapping him right across the face with his left, all the while dragging the offender to the rear end of the train. It all started right outside my window so all the more fun! The worst part? There was no water in the train since 6 in the morning, and the train was scheduled to reach at half past one. Thankfully, it was on time.
PS. Indian Railways should increase the speed of these somewhat special trains to match the Rajdhanis, since arrive at their stoppages and destinations significantly before time. Especially since it is really frustrating when you're made to wait outside a station as a penalty for being before time, and embarrasing when you're made to wait while the Rajdhani which you led all the way from Bombay to Baroda is allowed to pass.
I just returned to my home - that is Delhi - by the Maharashtra Sampark Kranti. And as luck would have it, on the way I happened to have some really obnoxious co-passengers. There was this bunch of 7 youngsters, on their way to wherever, who just couldn't refrain from talking loudly while playing cards - which would have been fine, if they had shut the hell up during the night when I was trying desperately to sleep and not kept giving me regular updates about India's downward progression against England on their way out of the ICC World Twenty20.
Then there was this woman who got in from Borivali who was obsessed with the berths - as it turned out, she had an upper but wanted something lower. When she finally did manage to get herself a middle, she wanted to set it up at 8 (EIGHT!) - we managed to delay it to 9. Next, she gets up in the morning at about 6 but says: "Abhi nahi - aath baje". Politely but firmly, I inform her that the official timings are 9pm-6am. What I really wanted to tell her was: "baarah ghante? train tere baap ki hai kya?"
But co-passengers weren't the best or the worst parts of the journey. The best was after a chain pulling incident somewhere near Sawai Madhopur (that place in Rajasthan from where you go to Ranathambore), after which this guy got off the train with his skybag, only to be caught by a policeman who held him by the collar with his right hand and kept slapping him right across the face with his left, all the while dragging the offender to the rear end of the train. It all started right outside my window so all the more fun! The worst part? There was no water in the train since 6 in the morning, and the train was scheduled to reach at half past one. Thankfully, it was on time.
PS. Indian Railways should increase the speed of these somewhat special trains to match the Rajdhanis, since arrive at their stoppages and destinations significantly before time. Especially since it is really frustrating when you're made to wait outside a station as a penalty for being before time, and embarrasing when you're made to wait while the Rajdhani which you led all the way from Bombay to Baroda is allowed to pass.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Another One Bites The Dust
We are all in the gutter,but some of us are looking at the stars
....Oscar Wilde
You always believed that equality ,brotherhood, culture, religious ethics etc shall take us to the pinnacle, always had faith in the countrys ever increasing GDP,economic development,globalisation...blah blah, always the first to critise the invasions of foreign culture,americanisation of the Indian youth,your kids growing up to Hendrix n Floyd rather than pandit ravi shankar(all due respect to da gentle man).You are an indispensable part of the "Mera Barat Mahan"brigade and a true Indian to the core. I salute thou not for your patriotism but for thy foolishness.
Have you ever asked yourself as to why we have been ruled for over 1000 years by the turks, afgans ,mugals ,persians, portugese and finally britishers? Do you know the history of your country? Do you think freedom was fought for and won..and are you proud of it?....Maybe yes for you are yet to discern the pangs of hunger n yet to discover how it feels to make your kids walk for six kilometers to fetch water because you cant use the village wells for thou are classified as a "harijan" in the religious encyclopedias. People have been baptizing crime in the name of culture since ages and what’s surprising is somehow we still are very proud of the fact. Let me quote Woody allen here” culture is all but an illusion of permanence” Its been 62 years since we got the freedom tag yet we are so underdeveloped relatively when in comparisons with countries like Japan, China, Germany but still the false ego prevails. I would like to highlight the fact that these countries have had a more woeful situation than we can ever imagine but have significantly superseded us in every respect, so stop whining about how we have been exploited by the Britishers and how they looted us over the years. Infact if it were not for them we still would have prevailed in the neo-nendrethal era like Venezuela or Brazil (ofcourse with a sense of brotherhood and respect for elders). I aint any firang sympathizer but the point if that they gave us a lot more than we could ever bargain for like education, rails, telecommunication, constitution (Babasaheb only amended it) etc....which none before them had, and btw what brotherhood are we talking abt?..all it takes is decapitating some prehistoric statue and all we ever learnt in the moral science books goes for a toss.How many more chandraswami n ramdev baba shitholes are we gonna tolerate who claim to cure aids n cancer n suck on the poor n rich alike .These political buffoons have added an all new dimension to democracy with their “Hindutva”, “India shining” , “ a new world for the poor”…lol.. it’s now more like “for the lunatics of the lunatics and definitely by the lunatics”.
Why such feeling of abhorrence thou shalt ask, I guess its more the grief that something that could have been so beautiful has turned out to be so horribly wrong. I only hope(yea hope is better than despair) that u fellas realise that we aint "mahan" as yet n therz still a lot of bloodshed n gore before the final war of freedom is won.
....Oscar Wilde
You always believed that equality ,brotherhood, culture, religious ethics etc shall take us to the pinnacle, always had faith in the countrys ever increasing GDP,economic development,globalisation...blah blah, always the first to critise the invasions of foreign culture,americanisation of the Indian youth,your kids growing up to Hendrix n Floyd rather than pandit ravi shankar(all due respect to da gentle man).You are an indispensable part of the "Mera Barat Mahan"brigade and a true Indian to the core. I salute thou not for your patriotism but for thy foolishness.
Have you ever asked yourself as to why we have been ruled for over 1000 years by the turks, afgans ,mugals ,persians, portugese and finally britishers? Do you know the history of your country? Do you think freedom was fought for and won..and are you proud of it?....Maybe yes for you are yet to discern the pangs of hunger n yet to discover how it feels to make your kids walk for six kilometers to fetch water because you cant use the village wells for thou are classified as a "harijan" in the religious encyclopedias. People have been baptizing crime in the name of culture since ages and what’s surprising is somehow we still are very proud of the fact. Let me quote Woody allen here” culture is all but an illusion of permanence” Its been 62 years since we got the freedom tag yet we are so underdeveloped relatively when in comparisons with countries like Japan, China, Germany but still the false ego prevails. I would like to highlight the fact that these countries have had a more woeful situation than we can ever imagine but have significantly superseded us in every respect, so stop whining about how we have been exploited by the Britishers and how they looted us over the years. Infact if it were not for them we still would have prevailed in the neo-nendrethal era like Venezuela or Brazil (ofcourse with a sense of brotherhood and respect for elders). I aint any firang sympathizer but the point if that they gave us a lot more than we could ever bargain for like education, rails, telecommunication, constitution (Babasaheb only amended it) etc....which none before them had, and btw what brotherhood are we talking abt?..all it takes is decapitating some prehistoric statue and all we ever learnt in the moral science books goes for a toss.How many more chandraswami n ramdev baba shitholes are we gonna tolerate who claim to cure aids n cancer n suck on the poor n rich alike .These political buffoons have added an all new dimension to democracy with their “Hindutva”, “India shining” , “ a new world for the poor”…lol.. it’s now more like “for the lunatics of the lunatics and definitely by the lunatics”.
Why such feeling of abhorrence thou shalt ask, I guess its more the grief that something that could have been so beautiful has turned out to be so horribly wrong. I only hope(yea hope is better than despair) that u fellas realise that we aint "mahan" as yet n therz still a lot of bloodshed n gore before the final war of freedom is won.
Friday, June 12, 2009
bakchodi..
bakchodi ... a word that always kept me interested...until recently i stumbled upon http://www.urbandictionary.com...
the "full ON" meaning i found here....
felt good... the chodi in the word bakchodi has got nothing to do with chod which may mean "fuck"
also the idea behind this blog was healthy bakchodi... and i am no superman to do that all by myself... so we have many authors here (authors sounds so kool)
waise india mein sab chalta hai...to yeh blog chalne mein jyaada taqleef nahi aayegi...
all those who get a chance to blog here...shud enjoy full freedom of speech and other democrazy rights what the govt gives us (remember there is a huge difference between us and the chinese :D
if you know important ppl who are good at bakchodi...and strongly believe in "india hai...sab chalta hai..." this is the place for them..
healthybakchodi
the "full ON" meaning i found here....
| 1. | bakchodi | |
| Hindi slang for gossip. Done especially among friends. | ||
| 2. | Bakchodi | |
| It is a word in hindi. it refers to the senseless and baseless conversation that friends have which are funny sometimes.people doing bakchodi are called bakchods. X - "we are like two trees in this coffee house...birds come and sit and fly off but we remain the same.not moving" Y - "that was good bakchodi man !nice stuff" | ||
felt good... the chodi in the word bakchodi has got nothing to do with chod which may mean "fuck"
also the idea behind this blog was healthy bakchodi... and i am no superman to do that all by myself... so we have many authors here (authors sounds so kool)
waise india mein sab chalta hai...to yeh blog chalne mein jyaada taqleef nahi aayegi...
all those who get a chance to blog here...shud enjoy full freedom of speech and other democrazy rights what the govt gives us (remember there is a huge difference between us and the chinese :D
if you know important ppl who are good at bakchodi...and strongly believe in "india hai...sab chalta hai..." this is the place for them..
healthybakchodi
Let The Bakchodi Begin!
Long long time ago, when I was not as old as I am now, I was sitting with a couple of my schoolmates and one visiting faculty from college (here, by visiting faculty I don't literally mean so, just so you know). We were talking about life in Delhi and life in Bombay, and the similarities and differences between the two, uh, lives. The conversation soon drifted to being about the different variants of the same abuse in different parts of the country.
I'm not posting this because the creator of this blog is one who can be perfectly described by any one of those above-mentioned variants. Additionally, he is also what can be roughly described in English as genuine leather. Go figure.
I'm not posting this because the creator of this blog is one who can be perfectly described by any one of those above-mentioned variants. Additionally, he is also what can be roughly described in English as genuine leather. Go figure.
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