Wednesday, July 12, 2006

MUMBAI ROCKS!!

Dear Terrorist,

Even if you are not reading this we don't care. Time and again you
tried to disturb us and disrupt our life - killing innocent civilians by
planting bombs in trains, buses and cars. You have tried hard to bring
death and destruction, cause panic and fear and create communal
disharmony but
everytime you were disgustingly unsuccessful. Do you know how we pass
our life in Mumbai? How much it takes for us to earn that single rupee?
If you wanted to give us a shock then we are sorry to say that you
failed miserably in your ulterior motives. Better look elsewere, not here.

We are not Hindus and Muslims or Gujaratis and Marathis or Punjabis and
Bengaliies. Nor do we distinguish ourselves as owners or workers, govt.
employees or private employees. WE ARE MUMBAIKERS (Bombay-ites, if you
like). We will not allow you to disrupt our life like this. On the last
few occassions when you struck (including the 7 deadly blasts in a
single day killing over 250 people and injuring 500+ in 1993), we went to
work next day in full strength. This time we cleared everything within a
few hours and were back to normal - the vendors placing their next
order, businessmen
finalizing the next deals and the office workers rushing to catch the
next train. (Yes the same train you targetted)

Fathom this: Within 3 hours of the blasts, long queues of blood
donating volunteers were seen outside various hospital, where most of the
injured were admitted. By 12 midnight, the hospital had to issue a
notification
that blood banks were full and they didn't require any more blood. The
next day, attendance at schools and office was close to 100%, trains &
buses were packed to the brim, the crowds were back. The city has
simply dusted itself off and moved one - perhaps with greater vigour.

We are Mumbaikers and we live like brothers in times like this. So, do
not dare to threaten us with your crackers. The spirit of Mumbai is
very strong and can not be harmed.

Please forward this to others. U never know, by chance it may come to
hands of a terrorist in Afghanistan, Pakistan or Iraq and he can then
read this message which is specially meant for him!!!

With Love,
From the people of Mumbai (Bombay)

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Experience At Passport Office!!

Well it is vaccations and thinking of ne timepass well then u can as well goto the passport office to remove ur passport if u dont hv one ofcourse.
well over there its full time pass
let me tell u wht happ
it was friday when we went at 1030
the line was till outside ,we were wondering should we wait or should we go and come another day
still we waited as the line was going faster
came inside still more line to stand
had got counter no 7
kept standing there ,the line jus wouldnt move (it true no jokes)
other lines moved faster
so went ahead to find out whts wrong
well tht man at the counter was such a freak he was attending to some vip guests
and thought there is a separte queue for payment of fees tht freak was taking money
and moving abt here and there when the line kept waiting patiently
since if neone said nething wht if he didnt approve the papers!!
so keep quite and wait and watch
its already 1230 the door closes and still we standing in line
we got no 25 in the line the last no
now its almost lunch time and we still at the same place standing
ppl start wondering and complaining to the freak to hurry up
well he does a little
well at abt 12 when my parents r standing at the counter of the freak i stood at the fees payment counter which was as much line
but till 130 i was almost at the fisrt position whereas mom is still standing behind
then comes lunch time
now we got soem place to sit
so we sit for an hour almost then again in line
now we keep waiting and a man who was quite old in the neighbouring queue sees someone comming in middle at his queue
so he stops her
and tells other fellows to stop her too
abt half an hour later
he barges into our queue to talk to tht freak and after some talking tht freak approves his papers
well wondering wht to say
there is nothing u cant help after all government !!
well later luck favored us and we were shifted to a queue where the work was done quickly
but it was almost 330
so guys wanna get a passport vaccation is the rite time
u will get entertainment as well as experince and who knows i may read ur experince;)
so do tell!!!

Monday, May 01, 2006

What Our President Wants To Tell Us...Do Read It!!

Was thinking wht to rite my blog and wht a topic i get to rite
its abt our president and his views abt our country
i totally agree with this hope u too agree..
do take time and read it..
A very thoughtful speech from the President of India


A very thoughtful speech from the President of India......... It's very long but worth spending 15 mins.


The President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam's Speech in Hyderabad.


Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our
achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success
stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a
self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements
but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the
day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The
Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a
Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an
orchid and a granary.
It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of
killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among
other news.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we
so NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with
foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want
foreign technology.

Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that
self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in Hyderabad giving this
lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her
what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed India.
For her, you and I will have to build this developed India. You must
proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed
nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.

Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is
yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.

YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a
face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International
best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in
the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You
pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim
Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the
parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a
restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In
Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn't dare to eat in
public during Ramadan, in Dubai. YOU would not dare to go out without your
head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the
telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it
that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.'YOU would not dare to
speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop,
'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son.
Take your two bucks and get lost.' YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut
shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and
New Zealand.
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo? Why don't YOU use
examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston??? We are still
talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign
system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers
and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can
be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you
be the same here in India?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay,
Mr.Tinaikar, had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the
streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said.
'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the
authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the
officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the
pressure in his bowels?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job.
Same in Japan. Wil l the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to
the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do
everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect
the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage
all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of
paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean
bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.

We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and
toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to
the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to
women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room
protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the
whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my
sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system?
What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our
neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the
government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually
making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with
our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far
away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a
majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their
glory and praise their system. Whe n New York becomes insecure we run to
England. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out
to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and
brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape
the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is
mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great
deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J.
F. Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....

'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA
AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA
WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY'

Lets do what India needs from us.

Forward this mail to each Indian for a change instead of sending Jokes or
junk mails.

Thank you,

Dr. Abdul Kalaam
(PRESIDENT OF INDIA)


Thanx for ur patience to read this article!!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

~~~Vacation At Ahmedabad~~~

Hi all its time again i wrote here
exams ended well as planed except for the fact with lot of tensions n problems
but as we say all is well tht ends well
so now is vacc time but wait ppl dont let us enjoy tomm is our results jus dunno how ill fair again tension
but well forget the tensions n results and ill tell u abt my vacc for a week at ahmedabad at my mamas place
let me first tell u who all r there over there
MY MAMA he is 42 Mr Cyrus Dastur
MY MAMI she is 40 Mrs Binaifer Dastur
My COUSINS one is 1yr 6 mnts Vazaan Dastur
and other is 6 yrs Natasha Dastur
a cute family
so myself benaz and farah left for ahmedabad on 10th monday by shatabdi begins at 6:20 am frm mumbai central
dad had come to leave us
i got no mindow seat. had to sit and get bored but i read the bk given by sari
later i slept then when ppl got down at surat i went and sat on the window seat :)
later we reached on time exactly tht is at 1:30pm
mama was there to recieve us as we came out it was so hot, dam hot!!
mama started the ac in the car but no use
later felt a little better
then came home me the kidos so cute they were and fun to be with
had food then took a little rest Natasha had to go for swimming at 4 and she was reluctant to go may be was scared so had to patao her to go finally she went
then was back at 5 then we went down for a stroll in the compound
came back had dinner
now later mama put beds on the floor in their room since there was an ac there
so the kids had lot of fun jumping arround
farah n natasha enjoyed a lot
everyday jumping and playing some stupid game but they used to play
and wht to tell abt vazaan god knows wht happ he jus loved walking there
may be he used to take evening walks there to digest his meal
jus wouldnt leave bed then later he used to cry n sleep
this was everyday almost hardly a day when he didnt cry
next day went to meet nani went to the old house jus got back all gud old memories spent there we had played so much there when we were small so many memories lovely sad gud bad all
then came back home went to mamis inlaws place for dinner
came back same story abt the bed
next day was at home
evening went to a place called road rash were there were several game to play we played the various coin games and then also did go carting
when doing so first i dashed the car
then tht car part broke later i drove well frm the new car
then 4th day we went for a movie malamal weekly
it was quite boring movie but had fun
then next day went for a ride and later had dinner ouside
then next day also went out in the evening to sports club of ahmedabad had dinner there tht was more of snacks then on the last day again met nani and later caught the train on monay at 5 am
and was back to mumbai at 12:40pm
it was lovely being back
but i really enjoyed there
had forgetten all my worries
but now have tension for tomm
hope i get gud grades !!!!!!!~~~~~~~

Monday, March 27, 2006

Dreams!!!!!

Every one of us dreams
Dreams are a part of each ones lifes
but some dreams are so scary tht u get up in a bad mood
one such dream i would like to share with u
dont exactly remm when but somewhere 2 weeks back

Well it started this way
i am at malad and i am looking at a train which is about to leave, i run for the train but am unable to run and i fall down
after i get up again start running and get into the last dabba
this dabba is general dabba and i decide to get down next station n get into ladies
but next station doesnt at all come
i am waiting waiting
finally i get onto plaza and the train somehow leaves me at plaza bridge
(well dunno how the train reached there but its a dream yaar some funny things)
so finally i get down there
now i walk to wards the bus stop
while walking i reach bus stop but there is no one there jus no one
no one on the road jus some ppl who r drunk or very dirty n skiny
am i am standing no cars moving
no bus nothing at all
i am so scared i start shivering
i close my eyes n starting praying praying very loudly
when i open my eyes all i see arround me is dogs n nothing else
and i get scared of dogs as u all know
so again i close eyes aand start praying
later i hear noise of buses n cars later when i open eyes all is back to normal

then dad woke me up
so couldnt see wht happ later
the dream may sound funny
even i am laughing
but when i saw it, it was scary believe me!!!