Thursday, October 27, 2011

Diwali 2011

Rangoli @home ..artist my son :-)


Pooja

Grilled Capsicum preparation


Grilled Chicken

Home balconies lighted up

Chakra


Friday, October 14, 2011

Dilli Haat Captured by my 6 year old :-)

It was again one of those days..a lazy sunday when the family does nothing..and decided to go shopping for accessories for my camera..so all of us tumbled into the car and drove to khan market..where we then realized that Sundays the shops are closed..now khan market is a nice place..plenty of restaurants..houses the famous Khan Chacha's eatery..more about my view of Khan market some other day...so from there we decided to have some  sluurrpp lunch..and we landed back again at Dilli Haat...

That was when my six year old - the photographer :-) suddenly offered to hold the camera..so I gave it to him..and he went around taking photos of Dilli Haat..while we walked around with one eye on the various stalls and the other eye on him..have included a few here..

















Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Shahana's blog

happened to read this
found it hilarious and thought of posting it here
http://raagshahana.blogspot.com/2011/09/open-letter-to-delhi-boy.html


Friday, September 2, 2011

My World


My World
Saw this man sitting in his antique shop reading the newspaper oblivious to the din around and the world around him. It was like he was ensconced in his own thoughts, his own world and maybe trying to figure out whats is really happening to his other world..the 3rd rock from the sun :-)

Anyways happened to get a mail in office asking for entries for a corporate photography contest organized by a company called WootFactor and on a whim just entered this photograph..ad guess what..I won the Producers Choice award :-)

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Kids - Spoilt by whom?

One of life's very Obvious lessons..how many are really following this...where do you figure?

One young academically briliant person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.


Innocence personified
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."
The youth said,

Number 1, I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today.

Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.



A child, who has been over-protected & habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of even his own parents' efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others for his failures. For this kind of people, who may be excellent academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel any sense of achievement no matter what they do.

He will always be insecure, will be dishonest, will grumble, be jealous of others' achievements, be full of hatred and keep fighting for more. He will always want power and freedom, but not the responsibility that comes with it. He will refuse to take responsibility for any action of his. He will take credit for all the good things that happen and blame others for things that don't. This attitude pervades extensively, both in his professional and personal lives. Such kids also encourage relationships with only 'yes' men. That others can also be right, is beyond their acknowledgement.

If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead? Think about it.

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, roam around in a car, wear branded clothes & watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, painting the fence, washing clothes, cleaning vessels, carrying groceries, buying vegetables, please let them also experience it. After a meal,
let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.

It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich they or their parents are, one day their hair will also grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.

The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the efforts of others, learns to be honest & sincere, experiences difficulties, assumes responsibility for his actions and learns the ability to work along with others, to get things done.

http://www.srinathiyer.com/

Monday, March 21, 2011

3 Idiots..a sequel?

Got this mail from a friend of mine today and said that I have to share this. A typical 3 idiots

At Heathrow airport, an announcement goes out over the Public Address system:
'Mr.Rand Chod Kar Sandaas !
Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas - please report to the Reception desk'.

Ranchhodbhai Karsandas, who has just arrived from Surat , goes red with anger.
He goes to the reception, and shouts loudly to the English receptionist.
The following conversation must go into the history books of cock-ups:

Ranchhodbhai: 'Madar Chod ! I am Ranchhod..
Receptionist: 'Mr. Madar Chod Rand Chod ? Sir, that is not the name I have here..I have Mr. Rand Chod Kar Sandaas....

Ranchhodbhai: 'Arrey Bhenchod ! I am NOT Madar chod!!!'
Receptionist: 'So are you Mr. R.A. Ben or Mr. R.A. Chod? Is your surname Ben or Chod ?'

Ranchhodbhai: (now really really pissed off screams his guts out) 'Chootia !

I am Ranchhod..

Receptionist: 'Excellent sir, so who is Chootia then ???'

Whereupon, a Chinese gentleman ambles up to the Reception and asks:

'Were you calling me?'

Receptionist: 'Now, who are you?'

Chinese: 'I am Choo Tia......'

Ranchhodbhai decides to fly back to Surat !!!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

The Making of the POT

Hey back after a long time...:-)



Somedays back, had gone to Udaipur, a small sleepy hamlet in the heart of Rajasthan India. Happened to see a potter @ work and suddenly thought of capturing the potter at work...so what did you think when I said "making of the Pot? LOL

Watching deft fingers gently shaping a mound of clay was good but the expressions of the potter at work especially when showing his creation was the best! check it out

The Potting Man & Machine


Deft Fingers shaping the clay


The finished pot

The Passionate Potter Potting Off