• My Newspaperwallah : Boy, I hate you already when you deliver the paper late (or not at all) but why do you effing have to announce that you’ve dropped the paper by ringing the doorbell ? I really hate getting up in morning to answer the bell to find there’s no soul outside .. My neighbors don’t steal newspaper if you must know …
• Kachrewali : (I don’t even know if she can even read Hindi / Marathi let alone English .. But for whatever its worth… ) … I don’t understand why do you think I generate enough crap everyday so that you can collect daily … I don’t understand why you look so disappointed when I tell you there’s nothing in the dust bin .. I don’t understand why you don’t show up when I DO put that dust bin in front of my door …
• “Ghar main paanch saal se kam ka bachcha hai kya?” waali’s: I really don’t understand why do you have to come and check every month to find out if I did get a baby miraculously when I already told you last month ..? I know some of you girls might wanna help but have I ever asked any of you “Come on inside and we’ll see what can be done about it” …
• Feedback wallahs : I only have this feedback : If I don’t use your service doesn’t it mean it sucks already .. and if I do use your service : Dude .. Do something about it … It sucks …
• Cablewallah : How come the only time that I get to know of your existence is when you come to collect the monthly bill and not when I complain about your pathetic set top box from hell on an average of ten times a month …?
• Telephonewallah: Well .. I don’t hate you that much anymore .. Not ever since when I fixed my telephone line myself and told you when you did show up on time .. And when I lodged the complain next time and you did show up (after a week) and said “Maine socha aapne khud hi theek kar liya hoga ab tak” … Grrr
• “Saamnewala ghar par hai kya?” wallahs : Moron … If he was home wouldn’t he answer your crappy banging-his-door-for-ten-minutes ..?? I really wonder if the saamnewala has to endure the same pain …
• “Papa ghar par hain kya ?” wallahs : Do I really look this young ..?? I really hate it people think its my dad who works in SBI and not me …
• Whoever comes knocking when I am shaving / taking bath / you know what …
• Towing wallahs : I remember we use to call them in Tonche wallahs … Though you people dont come to my home but added you to this list anyway … I really hate worrying about my ride when I’m shopping or visiting someone …

Hmmm… It looks this can go on and on … I am gonna take a print out of this page and stick it on my door and see if works …

PS: I really think I can start writing more often now … So keep bugging me if I dont blog often …

Once there was a little island country. The land of this country was the tiny island itself. The total money in circulation was 2 dollars as there were only two pieces of 1 dollar coins circulating around.

(1) There were 3 citizens living on this island country. A owned the land. B and C each owned 1 dollar.

(2) B decided to purchase the land from A for 1 dollar. So, now A and C own 1 dollar each while B ownes a piece of land that is worth 1 dollar.

* The net asset of the country now = 3 dollars.

(3) Now C thought that since there is only one piece of land in the country, and land is non producible asset, its value must definitely go up. So, he borrowed 1 dollar from A, and together with his own 1 dollar, he bought the land from B for 2 dollars.

* A has a loan to C of 1 dollar, so his net asset is 1 dollar.
* B sold his land and got 2 dollars, so his net asset is 2 dollars.
* C owned the piece of land worth 2 dollars but with his 1 dollar debt to A, his net residual asset is 1 dollar.
* Thus, the net asset of the country = 4 dollars.

(4) A saw that the land he once owned has risen in value. He regretted having sold it. Luckily, he has a 1 dollar loan to C. He then borrowed 2 dollars from B and acquired the land back from C for 3 dollars. The payment is by 2 dollars cash (which he borrowed) and cancellation of the 1 dollar loan to C. As a result, A now ownes a piece of land that is worth 3 dollars. But since he owes B 2 dollars, his net asset is 1 dollar.

* B loaned 2 dollars to A. So his net asset is 2 dollars.
* C now has the 2 coins. His net asset is also 2 dollars.
* The net asset of the country = 5 dollars. A bubble is building up.

* As a result, A has got his debt cleared and he got the 2 coins. His net asset is 2 dollars.
* B ownes a piece of land that is worth 4 dollars, but since he has a debt of 2 dollars with C, his net Asset is 2 dollars.
* C loaned 2 dollars to B, so his net asset is 2 dollars.

* The net asset of the country = 6 dollars; even though, the country has only one piece of land and 2 Dollars in circulation.

(6) Everybody has made money and everybody felt happy and prosperous.

(7) One day an evil wind blew, and an evil thought came to C‘s mind. “Hey, what if the land price stop going up, how could B repay my loan. There is only 2 dollars in circulation, and, I think after all the land that B owns is worth at most only 1 dollar, and no more.”

(8) A also thought the same way.

(9) Nobody wanted to buy land anymore.

* So, in the end, A owns the 2 dollar coins, his net asset is 2 dollars.
* B owes 2 dollars to C and the land he ownes which he thought worth 4 dollars is now 1 dollar. So his net asset is only 1 dollar.
* C has a loan of 2 dollars to B. But it is a bad debt. Although his net asset is still 2 dollars, his heart is palpitating.
* The net asset of the country = 3 dollars again.

(10) So, who has stolen the 3 dollars from the country? Of course, before the bubble burst B thought his land was worth 4 dollars. Actually, right before the collapse, the net asset of the country was 6 dollars on paper. B‘s net asset is still 2 dollars, his heart is palpitating.

* A owns the 2 coins; his net asset is 2 dollars.
* B is bankrupt; his net asset is 0 dollar. (He lost everything)
* C got no choice but end up with a land worth only 1 dollar

* the net asset of the country = 3 dollars.

—————End of the story; BUT—————

There is however a redistribution of wealth.
A is the winner, B is the loser, C is lucky that he is spared.
A few points worth noting -

(1) When a bubble is building up, the debt of individuals to one another in a country is also building up.
(2) This story of the island is a closed system whereby there is no other country and hence no foreign debt. The worth of the asset can only be calculated using the island’s own currency. Hence, there is no net loss.
(3) An over-damped system is assumed when the bubble burst, meaning the land’s value did not go down to below 1 dollar.
(4) When the bubble burst, the fellow with cash is the winner. The fellows having the land or extending loan to others are the losers. The asset could shrink or in worst case, they go bankrupt.
(5) If there is another citizen D either holding a dollar or another piece of land but refrains from taking part in the game, he will neither win nor lose. But he will see the value of his money or land goes up and down like a see saw.
(6) When the bubble was in the growing phase, everybody made money.
(7) If you are smart and know that you are living in a growing bubble, it is worthwhile to borrow money (like A) and take part in the game. But you must know when you should change everything back to cash.
(8) As in the case of land, the above phenomenon applies to stocks as well.
(9) The actual worth of land or stocks depends largely on psychology (or speculation)

So I am remembering the unusually rainy day when I arrived this place dreamy eyed two years ago. As I’ve already blogged about my adventures in the year to follow, I’ve decided to recall and post some incidents that happened this year ..

So here are some notable incidents that happened this year :

• Being scolded for coming late : Hahhaaa .. Man .. I tried defending my case by saying I stay late at office but my DGM says “Officers are on 24 hour on duty ” .. Someone tell him insomniacs cant reach office at seven .. They SLEEP at seven ..
• SBI winning over TCS : So this was the first year that SBI turned the table and won more matches in this season. We in fact won a tourament too this time ( I wasnt playing though and it was NOT the cause we won ) .. My performance was just so so this season .. But I’m playing well in our local matches ..
• I cleared JAAIB : Hahaahaha .. Thats not the news .. News is while I was taking this CAIIB exam, I was warned by the invigilator not to create a ruckus in classroom. He took my admit card and ID card away and I’ve no idea if he had reported me to IIBF .. If he’s done that my chances of being a CAIIB this year are gone .. I hope IIBF dont ban me or something … (
• The adventures of visiting card : Well .. If you carry your visiting cards in your wallet, check them daily .. If you dont distribute them too often, they’ll stick to each other .. And you’ll be embarrased when you’ll give one to someone .. So once in a blue moon I am talking to this hot girl (married already … and I didnt know that ) .. And I decided to show off and give her my visiting card .. Man .. Those cards were stuck to each other and one of them was stuck to my driving license .. It was a funny situation ..
• [Identity Protected] posted a transaction in Live environment : Hahaa .. So it goes like this .. We were assigned to train our newly joined officers .. One of my -close- friend wanted to test whatever he was gonna teach these guys .. So he posted a demand draft transaction .. Catch ? It was in the Live environment instead of test environment he was using earlier .. And funnier was what followed .. We were experimenting with menu options on how to reverse that transaction on Live again ..
• Where are the holidays ..??: Man .. If anything suck about working in Foreign Offices department is that on any given day or time at least one of our offices will be functioning .. So you wont get a lot of holidays to enjoy .. In fact last time I wanted to take leave for going home, my administrator wasnt very keen of giving me a week’s off .. Fortunately my DGM took my side and granted me with this comment to my Admin :  ”Dekhiye _______ ji .. Hum log to ho gaye hain buddhe .. Humain office ke alaawa kuch dikhayi nahi deta hai .. But these young people still have something else in their lives .. Let them enjoy it .. “ 
• I got a passport : Boy .. That was one tough task .. After applying online, you have to goto passport office for submitting and verifying your documents .. That guy wasted my two days ( during MY office hours ) .. Then came the police verification stage .. So I have to visit this police station where our “enlightened” policewalla will ultimately sign the documents .. So for waiting for what seemed like an eternity, ( I remember there was a power cut in police station and it was freaking hot that day ) we were herded to inspector’s room. He checks everyone’s face and sign the document asking him some regular questions .. When my number comes he asks me “Tumcha gaanv kuthe aahe ?” Though flustered on this sudden marathi outcome, I answer him .. He checks my papers and say “Abhi ek saal bhi nahi hua idher rehte aur passport banane aa gaye ..” And tell his assistant to check me again .. Sigh .. The assistant is a nice guy .. He tells me to come next week .. So I come again next week and after another waiting for four five hours, I am again in this Inspector’s room .. He’s doing the same procedure .. My turn comes and he asks me “Tumcha gaanv kuthe aahe ? ” I wonder wtf .. He didnt ask this question to anyone .. and he didnt speak to anyone in Marathi .. why me …?? And he asks me the same questions he asked last time .. And then he remembers me and ask me “Aap pehle bhi aaye they kya ? ” I tell him yes I came earlier too .. Here the assistant comes to my rescue saying sir we have checked everything about him .. The inspector isnt gonna sign this time too .. But our assistant is adamant .. He shows the file again and uttered the magical words :  ”Sir yeh SBI main kaam karte hain !!” .. And I get a new passport .. I didnt know working in SBI was a character certificate .. .. And yeah I am waiting for getting some new stamps on my passport ..
• Lying over the phone : So one of my colleagues in Singapore calls and ask for me .. And I am the one who picked up the phone .. .. I was sooo busy with some other stuff that I forgot his work .. So I tell him ” Shahab didnt come today .. He’s sick ” .. .. Man .. He believed me and then I recieve an sms on my phone for get well soon ..
• Some misadventures of locked up key : This happened twice (or thrice ) this time .. One of the time, I come out of my room with my bike keys and forgets my wallet ( I keep my key in my wallet … Silly me ) .. So bhai goes for shopping and then when its time to pay the shopkeeper, I find out that I have no money .. Well thats the least of my worries .. I have got NO KEY to enter my room .. So I call up Thaslim (my colleague .. stays near my building .. My room’s spare key is with him ) and ask him where he is .. He says .. Just near DY Patil .. So I drive to DY Patil and finds Thaslim walking near the bus stand .. He says “Bahut lucky hai tu .. Main Pune se aa raha hoon .. Kal aane wala tha lekin plan change ho gaya ” ..
• Being stranded on a train : Yeah .. It could happen to you .. I am coming back from my home and expected to join the office on Saturday morning .. And some goods train gets derailed .. So our train driver decides to take a Bharat Darshan tour .. Out train is now going to Nagpur instead of Bombay .. And finally when I reach Bombay, Its Saturdy midnight and I’ve endured a LONG hot day in the train .. Eating junk food and drinking cold drinks worth around hundred rupeee ..
• The Urgent Memo : While I was on train during the above misadventure, I recieve an email .. The subject says “Urgent Memo” and is sent by my Admin officer.. So I download it and when I read it, the content was “Kindly do not sit on the tables.. Sufficient chairs have been provied” .. It turns out there was a “discussion” while I was not in office about people sitting on tables ..
• Getting chased by Pandu the Hawaldar : Ah .. Riding a bike with a different state’s number plate ? This was bound to happen .. First lemme recall another incident : There I was .. Going to office and standing at the traffice light minding my own business and this Traffice constable comes attracted by my bike’s number plate. (This guy thought it was a Mumbai number while it was an MP number .. .. Bombay = MH04 , Bpl = MP04 ).. So he comes and asks me for documents .. I show him driving license, vehicle registration (which he didnt see anyway) .. Then he asks where’s PUC .. (PUC is actually some certificate for pollution generated by your vehicle) I tell him this is a new bike so no PUC is required .. He says no no .. “Yeh Mumbai ki gaari hai .. Idher chalane ke liye PUC lena parega” .. Guess he meant NOC .. I was wondering htf he thought it was “Mumbai ki gaari” .. Anyways I tell him its not with me, I left it at my home .. “Challaan lagega phir to .. ” .. So I try to negotiate and tell him (showing my ID card ) I work for SBI and I am in real hurry to reach my office and he says no no .. “Challan to bharna parega ” and all .. So after more negotiations I ask him he’ll reconsider and take out my wallet . He says .. “Paisa waisa mat dikhaao humain .. ” (I had a lot of money in that wallet.. fortunately he didnt see .. ) And after some sweet talk, he let me go after taking 50 Rs .. After taking the money he says “Student hona tum ..? Isliye chhor raha hoon … ” I said yes yes .. I am student … College ja raha hoon .. And on another day, I am in real hurry to reach office, I jump the traffice light .. Only to find out three constables standing on the turn .. Crap .. One of them saw my jumping the light so he tries to block the road with his stick .. I aint getting stopped .. So I keep speeding and this guy is running after me .. Hahahhaha .. Man what a scene that was .. So after running for some time, he let go and yelled some “Hut saala .. ” at me .. I too yelled at him “Bhag saale .. ” I was wondering if he noted my bike’s number .. … Anyway .. So for the next week I took a different route for office .. Now I am back on the highway and extra cautious ..

Well .. Those were *some* of the incidents that happened .. In fact a lot of things happend this year which I didnt write in my diary .. But all in all .. Another year has passed .. And it will never come back again .. I wonder what I’ll feel after some years reading these posts .. Maybe I’ll be happier then ..

So long .. ..

Time to get back to home .. My boss has already left and people who came late brought equipments to deal with the rains .. I didnt have rain coat . .. nor umbrella .. Umbrella is pointless though as you cant use it while you drive .. At around nine in the night, the rain’s intensity looks diminishing … it will be over soon .. I said to myself yet again … I didnt know ..

At around ten in the night, I decide to take the plunge .. Those are little droplets, I’ll reach home in no time .. So I try my luck at praying .. “Oh God .. Please stop the rain for just five minutes ..” and starts from my office.. No luck .. it kept raining .. and after only a minute of drive, I stop at a chai dhaba .. I’ll wait here and soon it will be over .. So drinking hot chai and watching water leaking from all corners of the dhaba shade .. and listening to Lata Mangeshkar “Chalte chalte yunhi koi mil gaya tha” on the radio .. Welcome change from Atif Aslam whom I am listening to very much these days .. All this environment makes me nostalgic .. So I brace myself again and start again towards my home …

At first I close my eyes when the rain drops hits my face .. then I began to enjoy the feeling .. I’ve always loved rains but after I spending my last year in Mumbai’s rain, all the romance was lost .. Anyway .. earlier I was driving fast .. then I started driving slow .. there is nothing that can match driving in rains .. Raindrops entering your eyes ..dodging the splash of water / mud from the car you are trying to over take .. hitting brakes too hard .. singing (yelling) on the top of your voice .. How come rains make people crazy …?

I am shivering when I reach the building .. Smiled when I see neighbor girl giggling at me .. Warm my frozen hands on the gas burner for at least five minutes (or was it ten ) .. Check my phone line .. whoa its not dead .. check the internet connection .. whoa .. its up too .. Great …!! Listen to November Rain for some five times .. writing this post and watching rain drops from the window .. ..

Its official raining in Bombay …

The opening lines of every post are the most difficult ones to think .. How to write something that the reader will find interesting and captures the theme of the entry .. ? Well .. For this particular post, I couldnt think of any such opening so here it goes ..

It all started a year ago when I arrived in this city of dreams called Bombay ( I still call it Bombay) with many dreams and even more hopes in my heart… It was raining heavily and I was all wet when I somehow managed to find out the SBI guest house (where my friend Nisheet had already booked a room) .. We chatted about how our next day which was going to be our reporting to the job was going to be and how life would be after that ..

The next day was even more interesting .. We found out that we’ll be posted for the rest of our service in Bombay itself (or if you are lucky you’ll get a foreign posting afterwards .. ) .. We were allotted departments and roles… We had our first lunch in the Officer’s mess (why is it called Officer’s Mess ? ) and then went to our respective departments for introductions and all .. I still remember one of my senior told us “Now with what qualifications or experience you have come with doesnt matter ..What you can give to the bank will matter the most .. ” I still believe in those words .. Anyway .. too many things happened in the first day and I cant write all of them here .. We were given temporary accomodation in guest house till our flats were ready .. (Getting listed in guest house was another great experience) ..

So .. I moved into a new room in guest house and it turned out it was to be shared with three more guys .. Three guys literally from three corners of India .. Man those guest house days were some very well spent days of my life .. As I stroll down memory lane, I remember listening to FM and chatting till late night .. Learning Malayalam .. or Manipuri .. .. Having dinner together .. Racing in morning to get the bathroom .. Getting others late for office ..:D .. Sleeping in boring training sessions .. Waiting for the rains to stop which poured as if its the end of world ..

Earlier days were spent in shock and awe .. Being so far from family and friends was a new experience for me (and a very tough one).. Slowly official work started to fill this void. .. Earlier it was feeling important .. than feeling responsible .. sometimes feeling exhausted .. Then I got my first salary .. Earning money was not a new thing for me but now I had to manage my living all by myself .. Seems I am doing pretty good … A major part of our salary used to goto mobile bills .. And eating those horrible food at mess .. And as you are expected to work at office, chat protocols were blocked and most timepass websites were also blocked .. So that ended my Orkut addiction .. Finding out proxy sites to bypass the restrictions and finding out new new ways to access blocked site ..  It was nice experimenting with our newly found independence ..

So this year brought many ups and downs in my life .. It highlights again that life is a constant learning process .. and I am still learning .. and I am still coping .. I’ve made so many friends here and who made living here all alone a bit easier for me .. Thanks to everyone just for being there for me ..

      So here I am, with my life before me … So much time seems to have passed .. I have lived my life as it came .. played, laughed, cried, teased, run, fell, got up, hurt, got hurt, learned, unlearned , forgot , remembered .. I have done it all .. and I liked it … If I’d given chance to life again, I’ll still make the decisions I made, I’ll go from those paths that I went ..

      So what did I learn from all my life’s experiences ..? When I compare myself from what I was 10 years ago, I find many changes in myself … The most prominent one: becoming deliberate from being spontaneous .. Now I think before I act .. and I am no more impatient ..I am now more content then I was ten years ago .. and I am more aggressive .. Perhaps those are the signs of maturity … I now know that maturity isn’t something you’d gain just by being old .. You’ll have to interact… think .. feel … act .. I now know that world isn’t perfect — it was never meant to .. I don’t expect perfect outcomes now .. because if you become perfect, you wont have any chance to improve — which is imperfect in its own .. Over the years I feel becoming more self centered .. which I think is a by product of maturity – or vice versa .. Here too I am talking about myself from the start .. I now feel more confident in being honest about things I feel .. which is a nice thing as I have said everything about myself without any hesitation and without any lie .. Over the years I have seen people’s expectations from me growing .. sometimes I find it choking me .. sometimes I find it very stimulating … I have learned that if you fear something it will keep you haunting for ever .. and if you face it firmly you will conquer it .. .. Be it a memory of someone …

      I stopped celebrating my birthday long ago as I don’t see the logic in people congratulating you on something to which you have no credit .. I’ve been very less emotional from start and I feel birthdays are just like other days .. But I still love the surprise feeling of answering some long lost friends’ call .. Hey .. thats the reason I remember all my friend’s birthdays .. ….I dont believe in making resolutions becuase I don’t need any resolution to do something …

      Hmm… I wanna end this monologue now .. So when I look at my 11 year old cousin who now dreams to become a pilot, I get reminded of myself … One can draw his inspiration from anywhere .. and thats why I believe that this is a continous process .. I have yet to see more .. and experience and explore …. Life is meant for learning .. and growing up .. these years will keep coming and going … what counts in the end is how you utilize the time alloted to you …

      My Dad … always wanting to have lots of greenaries in our garden, has grown so much plants and shrubs and whatnots in our yard .. Among them is a big tree of mango .. I suspect it was planted all because of his sheer liking of the fruit but thats another story … It was planted when we moved to this place .. thats some 14 years ago .. and now its a big tree and it produce fruit every year .. And with every crop of unripe mangoes, come a lot of children – all having lots of stones in their hands … Trying to get their hands on mangoes .. they stone the poor tree whole day ..They run when I yell at them .. I say heck .. that stone just landed near my solar panel … And these children .. they hide when they hear the door opening .. they just vanish as the sky was raining the stones .. Its all because of their gurilla tactics we named them Al Qaeda … Afghanistan invasion was a hot news topic those days so Al Qaeda was a buzzword .. So there were these Al Qaeda people .. attacking the tree … and vanishing when I try to catch any of them ..

      Usually they didnt come on holidays as they knew I was around and didnt want to get caught .. But some desperate guys dared to attack on Sundays too .. This anecdote is about one of them .. It was a Sunday noon like this .. I was getting bored with watching news so decided to check the surroundings from the terrace .. When I reached the terrace I heard small whispers in our backyard (The mango tree is in backyard) .. Hehe . … Al Qaeda guys .. I grinned .. Time to catch them .. So I decided to have a peek .. I saw through the branches .. there were two of them .. Hiding against the neighbor’s wall … They threw stones and waited for any response . .. And then collected the mangoes when they saw nobody is watching them .. Grr .. I have to catch them … So I descended and walked out of my house and take a long turn to reach the backside of our neighbours .. The kids were busy collecting stones for their next attack .. I slowly advanced towards them and when I was real close one of them saw me .. “Bhaagoo ..!!” He yelled .. and both of them started running in different directions .. “You can’t ..!!” I heard myself yelling …
 
     I decided to chase the bigger kid … He was running fast and was trying to get into our playground from where he can jump the wall on the other side of colony .. He ran fast but he was no match for my running skills .. Damn .. I play cricket regularly .. This kiddo cant run from me .. And when he was just about to jump to the wall I caught him .. I think I served him a slap or two .. but I dont remember .. The kid started crying as soon as I caught him … “It wasnt me bhai ..!! I was just collecting the fruit..!!” but I wasnt in any mood to leave him .. “You were stealing fruits from my garden .. I will give you to the police” . .. I told him … Hearing Police’s name the kid’s crying got louder .. I caught his arm and start pulling him towards our house so that Dad can decide about his punishment .. The kid continued his crying and protests .. I met one of my friends Shafi when I was halfway .. He asked “Al Qaeda guy ..?” pointing to the boy .. I said “Yes .. Now I am gonna hand over him to Allied forces ..” We both laughed at it … Shafi also started scaring the kid about the hardships that police gave to thievs …

      So we reached our home within a minute .. three of us … Dad was in the frontyard reading newspaper .. .. I told him that I caught this boy stealing mangoes from our garden .. ( Dad also knew we call these boys Al Qaeda ) . . . Okay .. He also started scaring the boy telling him that we will hand him over to the police .. I asked “Who was with you ..??” ( A faint image of bollywood movies emerged in my mind but I snubbed it ) .. “Nobody was with me .. I wasnt throwing stones .. I was just passing by … and when I saw fruits I just started to pick them …” said the boy .. “Where do you live .. whats your father’s name ..” .. The boy didnt reply to this .. “Okay .. your father will pickup you from lock up..” .. “Whats your name ..” asked Shafi .. the boy was now on top of his cries .. said ..”Osama ..!” … Osama ..? We both looked at each other … … “Bin Laden ..? ” asked Shafi … now trying hard to control his laugh … The boy had evidently never heard of Bin Laden as he just stared blankly and kept crying … About then .. I couldnt control my laughter and all of us burst into laugh … The boy stared at us astoshingly as to gather what happened .. “Okay .. Now I will leave you but you’ll have to clean all those stones from our backyard ..” .. The boy wanted to buy anything for his freedom .. He said ..”Okay sir ..I’ll do it ..” … “And what is the name of the one with you ..?” Asked Shafi .. The kiddo didnt reply again …. Anyways ..he picked all the stones from our backyard and then I let him go … He promised he’ll never steal fruits from our garden again …

      So that ended a small episode of fun … Shafi and I wondered if the other boy was Saddam Hussein .. We never knew cauz he didnt return  .. Atleast I didnt see him again ..

       Now the mangoes are on again .. and so are the boys … This year they have introduced a new trick .. All of them have catties ..They shoot stones from the catty … it dont make much sound ..so they collect the fruit and leave silently .. I have caught many of them but havnt got a hand to the top brass of Al Qaeda again …

So how are you feeling now ..? My friend asked .. I said “Whooops .. On the top of the world !” … It wasn’t an easy task .. I really worked hard for it .. And when success touches you after your toil it just tastes something .. What a bliss …

So … What are my plans for the future ..? Umm.. Plenty !!.. With my new status I will have an advantage over others .. :-p .. After all I am a Master now .. :-p .. Finally I have completed my Masters degree in Computer Applications .. !! The results just declared today .. I got an aggregate of 65 % .. Somewhat less that what I expected but still I am happy now ..