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Showing posts from February, 2008

Customs Hangover

Please don't try and export your household baggage through Indian customs. They are bureaucrats of the worst kind - always impeding progress and creating needless obstacles from time to time.

Nobody is willing to take risks... only BRIBES!!!
And then too - they make it seem like they're doing you a favor!!

I stuck to my guns for 3 and a half hours before shelling out a 1000 bucks and getting the examiner to say OK - this is a household item.

They have like totally crappy infrastructure and in the words of another sufferer - "saare haraamzaade hain"!!
I'm sure you don't want me to translate that for you!


I read on a regular basis of bizarre accidents, bizarre happenings....
All well and good as long as it's happening out there to someone else... Never think that it can happen to me...

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It's that swooning kind of feeling. I wish I could lie down and let the music take me places. The gentle caress of her hair is the maze that I wish I was lost in.
Its like life is one big un-prickable bubble.. It floats on winds of fancy that drift aimlessly.

I live each day with a goal..... It'll be good to let the other team score a few goals for a change.
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In Remembrance

In Dubai -I was extremely happy for a few brief moments today. My brother asked me why - but i didn’t answer him. I rushed off to the cafe to grab us a couple of cokes. I came back to him - sitting ashen faced-asking the one question - who had expired? Somewhere inside of me I knew the answer. I hoped I was wrong.
Then my grandfather was no more.

Bilash Chand Mahajan (1919-2008)
A life well lived - always on his terms - no compromise on anything less than the best.

I will remember dadaji fondly for the stories he told us, for his independent spirit, for his understanding that sometimes allowed us to transcend the generation gaps. He had the gift of Pendulum dowsing and he always used it to help others. Hie medicines were the sweetest and we always pretended that something was wrong - to get him to open his magic box and give us some pills. His magic box - nicely wrapped up in a big handkerchief would contain all sorts of homeopathic medicines - which he’d take out in small doses and somet…