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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Whishing a happy diwali
Friday, October 9, 2009
May I have your attention....I will pay you 20 bucks...
Some where in the back of my head I had a curiosity related to MTS, what is it? Because I was seeing these teasers on DND road and was wondering daily, what is it?
Nevertheless I decided to wait and watch for a few days.
Today morning when I was on my way to office chatting with my friend, holding a 20 rupee note in my right arm that was stretched out of the auto rickshaw, I came face to face with the collector in the toll plaza he said “Mam! Aaj free hai”. I immediately frowned “Free hai?” the gentle men standing next to him explained that the toll is free form 8:00 am – 11:00 am and in the evening 5:00 pm – 8:00pm. I said to myself weird but good and then the collector handed me a red pamphlet.
Immediately the auto driver said that it must be the MTS guys who paid for the toll expense during the office hours…..again what is MTS? The curiosity that was at the back of my head came immediately in focus and was blinking in red bold letters in front of my eyes…….. what is MTS?
My friend and I read the whole pamphlet like we were studying for the examination.
Moral of the story!!!
Money may not buy you love. But in can surely buy attention. In general if some one would have handed me the pamphlet I would not have bothered to read it, I also recalled the looks that I give to the sales man who comes to me when I am walking in the market to sell some books or socks.
But this time it was like preparation of an examination and I read everything written on that piece of paper even contemplated buying a new connection. Even the auto driver saved the pamphlet for himself.
What I want to say!!
Bravo!! To whoever thought about the marketing strategy, it was beautiful, made a great first impact and grabbed a great deal of attention.
What I was wondering about!!!!
The amount of money companies can spend on there marketing strategies. It is simply exorbitant.
You still wondering….What is MTS???... I am sure not.
Nevertheless I decided to wait and watch for a few days.
Today morning when I was on my way to office chatting with my friend, holding a 20 rupee note in my right arm that was stretched out of the auto rickshaw, I came face to face with the collector in the toll plaza he said “Mam! Aaj free hai”. I immediately frowned “Free hai?” the gentle men standing next to him explained that the toll is free form 8:00 am – 11:00 am and in the evening 5:00 pm – 8:00pm. I said to myself weird but good and then the collector handed me a red pamphlet.
Immediately the auto driver said that it must be the MTS guys who paid for the toll expense during the office hours…..again what is MTS? The curiosity that was at the back of my head came immediately in focus and was blinking in red bold letters in front of my eyes…….. what is MTS?
My friend and I read the whole pamphlet like we were studying for the examination.
Moral of the story!!!
Money may not buy you love. But in can surely buy attention. In general if some one would have handed me the pamphlet I would not have bothered to read it, I also recalled the looks that I give to the sales man who comes to me when I am walking in the market to sell some books or socks.
But this time it was like preparation of an examination and I read everything written on that piece of paper even contemplated buying a new connection. Even the auto driver saved the pamphlet for himself.
What I want to say!!
Bravo!! To whoever thought about the marketing strategy, it was beautiful, made a great first impact and grabbed a great deal of attention.
What I was wondering about!!!!
The amount of money companies can spend on there marketing strategies. It is simply exorbitant.
You still wondering….What is MTS???... I am sure not.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Reporting live from Indian Railways
I remember reading an article by some famous writer on the Indian railways. How they represent the Indian face and culture and unity in diversity and to top it with there was a very funny nice and cute cartoon.
When I climbed the train today it was another routine thing for me, but the sequence of events one after another intrigued me and I decided to share it.
First when I reach the railway station. I was amazed at the way people were comfortable talking to each other and even interrupting at each others business and how no one minds it. The advantage of big city is that every one minds their own business. But in small town you are under continuous scrutiny which is some time very suffocating. Like the gentlemen sitting next to me thinks its okay to preen in to my computer screen while I am writing. Any ways!!
The next when I climbed the train it was a hostile situation. People who were already sitting were kind of looking at the people who are climbing as though their turf has been invaded. To top that there were two stickers marking the berth numbers that was creating more confusion some how I figured what is the correct seat number. My cameras and all down or I would have shown what the chaos is all about.
Some people sleeping some people sitting and sleeping and some people sitting some people still trying figure out what’s their seat number, the train started and once the commotion was little settled I started observing. The people sitting in the next cabin started discussing about the medical seats and donations. Every one pulled out their cell phones and are constantly either making or receiving calls. The gentlemen who was staring at my screen was then sitting in front of me and was trying doing some strange mantra jap and rituals. The other guy was strangely calling his mom and dad and informing them that he has left the city for Delhi.
What is the change? The change is instead of friendliness. I see hostility. All the urban Indians including me should learn to be humble and increase the tolerance level and being sensitive to the people around us.
Other thing that I was really irritated was the way people can continuously talk on phone. No matter what they are talking about, loudly and with expressions as if they were in their bedroom.
So here I will give some name to the people around. The first one is sleeping beauty, wakes up every 15 mins either to check an SMS or attend a phone and then goes back to sleep complete disregard for every around her, all her bags are on the seat instead of under the seat and I pray that she gets down soon because then we will have some room to sit.
The next one is the beauty queen and her mother. She is completely self involved scolds her mother on every move she makes takes her to the loo. I wonder why because her mother is fully functional.
The next one is the Yo guy. Dressed in trendy T shirt and jeans. The most fun I had was trying to read what was written in the shirt. First I read “Week Force” and smiled after a while when It unfolded a little I read “Chweek force” I am still to find out what is it that’s written and its making me curious now.
The other is a couple who is sitting in the train and booking plane tickets for some one on phone. Huh!! His wife is also sleeping continuously.
I think the most pissed off I am is with the phone mannerisms that people have developed now a days.
Last but not the least is the one staring on the screen even after me giving him nasty looks twice. I will try to write quickly because he is sleeping now.
Claims to be in some kind of construction business. Is highly religious and is giving astrological advices …Blah Blah Blah……..
Any ways trains stops at the Nagpur station and I though of completing this and posting. Since the network is good here.
And the Sleeping beauty, beauty queen and family got down a new bunch of South Indians Climbed Huh..I guess I will have some new stories to tell.
When I climbed the train today it was another routine thing for me, but the sequence of events one after another intrigued me and I decided to share it.
First when I reach the railway station. I was amazed at the way people were comfortable talking to each other and even interrupting at each others business and how no one minds it. The advantage of big city is that every one minds their own business. But in small town you are under continuous scrutiny which is some time very suffocating. Like the gentlemen sitting next to me thinks its okay to preen in to my computer screen while I am writing. Any ways!!
The next when I climbed the train it was a hostile situation. People who were already sitting were kind of looking at the people who are climbing as though their turf has been invaded. To top that there were two stickers marking the berth numbers that was creating more confusion some how I figured what is the correct seat number. My cameras and all down or I would have shown what the chaos is all about.
Some people sleeping some people sitting and sleeping and some people sitting some people still trying figure out what’s their seat number, the train started and once the commotion was little settled I started observing. The people sitting in the next cabin started discussing about the medical seats and donations. Every one pulled out their cell phones and are constantly either making or receiving calls. The gentlemen who was staring at my screen was then sitting in front of me and was trying doing some strange mantra jap and rituals. The other guy was strangely calling his mom and dad and informing them that he has left the city for Delhi.
What is the change? The change is instead of friendliness. I see hostility. All the urban Indians including me should learn to be humble and increase the tolerance level and being sensitive to the people around us.
Other thing that I was really irritated was the way people can continuously talk on phone. No matter what they are talking about, loudly and with expressions as if they were in their bedroom.
So here I will give some name to the people around. The first one is sleeping beauty, wakes up every 15 mins either to check an SMS or attend a phone and then goes back to sleep complete disregard for every around her, all her bags are on the seat instead of under the seat and I pray that she gets down soon because then we will have some room to sit.
The next one is the beauty queen and her mother. She is completely self involved scolds her mother on every move she makes takes her to the loo. I wonder why because her mother is fully functional.
The next one is the Yo guy. Dressed in trendy T shirt and jeans. The most fun I had was trying to read what was written in the shirt. First I read “Week Force” and smiled after a while when It unfolded a little I read “Chweek force” I am still to find out what is it that’s written and its making me curious now.
The other is a couple who is sitting in the train and booking plane tickets for some one on phone. Huh!! His wife is also sleeping continuously.
I think the most pissed off I am is with the phone mannerisms that people have developed now a days.
Last but not the least is the one staring on the screen even after me giving him nasty looks twice. I will try to write quickly because he is sleeping now.
Claims to be in some kind of construction business. Is highly religious and is giving astrological advices …Blah Blah Blah……..
Any ways trains stops at the Nagpur station and I though of completing this and posting. Since the network is good here.
And the Sleeping beauty, beauty queen and family got down a new bunch of South Indians Climbed Huh..I guess I will have some new stories to tell.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Live life more often...
Once upon at time I was passionately in love with violin but some how I ended up buying a guitar because I had a notion that violin is very tough to learn.
It’s almost two years that I bought myself a guitar and all I have learned by myself is to tune it, broke only one string in this period of time and I am not even sure that the tuning I do is actually tuning or not.
Disappointed with myself and thinking that I desperately need professional help but still not doing any thing about it. I suddenly did a random search on the net and thought, let’s get some basic learning.
What I found was a guitar lesson for the novice that said, to start learning guitar you need the following:
-A guitar with six strings. Any type of guitar will work fine. (Check)
-A guitar pick. Medium gauged picks are recommended to start with, but any will work okay in a pinch. (I have two)
-A chair without arms. (Doesn’t matter I have a bed which should work fine )
-A reasonable amount of patience (Now! this is a problem.....)
I realized its not just guitar that requires patience, it’s my life that requires patience I should learn to grow I need to be more persistent and chase my dreams more often instead of just thinking about my duties. I should let things go and not hold on to them.
I should learn to say that I am not fine and I need to take care of myself. Be a little careless, pamper myself, eat an ice-cream when I feel like without thinking that it will get accumulated on my butt and I will have a hard time sweating it out.
Why I am writing all these apart from my learning guitar thing? I don’t really know. But I guess my thoughts are all jumbled up and I am just letting them out and learning to be who I am.
I called up Mom today after work; she said I come in her dream every day in the afternoon during her siesta time. I felt so good after hearing that.
The dreams are most often about going out like friends and shopping or buying road side stuff and eating like school going kids do. In her dreams I am her friend we are not mother and daughter, I teach her how to ride a bicycle and I scold her when she does it wrong.
I was thinking, what these could mean? Does she need a friend; am I not there for her? Should I stop being a daughter and be more friend? Do I need a friend? And she knows that I am in need of her? What ever it is dreams are mystery but this one made me think life is really short to waste it by not giving yourself what you want.
And if you don't do it today....that tomorrow may never come.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Operation - Simulate Right Hand
I was thinking when humans started writing what made writing with the right hand default?
So until a person is lefty every thing one does is pretty much using his right hand. As far as I know when we were in school we were always guided to write with the right hand and the teacher never said that hold the pencil in your left hand.
So unless you have it in your genes to write with your left hand you never even try or think of doing it.
Is it not analogous to being mechanical and having formats, standards and conventions? Does that make us machines but a more sophisticated one? Or the standards are built after many years of researches and imposed on every one so that we do not have to reinvent that writing with the right hand is the best or is not?
Any ways these crazy things catch some one like me very quickly. So I decided to simulate my right hand using my left hand. I started writing with my left hand a few months ago. At first I was barely able to make the alphabets. But now I can write sentences, of course the speed is compromised.
Here is what it looks like when I write with my right hand ...
And here is what it looks like when I write with my left hand...
I am sure with some practice I will be able to write so well that one cannot tell whether it’s with the right or the left. Let's see how far I go..I will keep posting the progress.
Question:
What is the one thing that you can do with your right hand but cannot do with your left hand and vice versa?
Thought:
If u s can be us then why did we waited till the SMS era to come and some one suddenly realized that u r can be your.
I guess limitations in the number of letters lead to such modification and the acceptance of it other wise it would just have been a horrific spelling mistake or result of dyslexia.
So until a person is lefty every thing one does is pretty much using his right hand. As far as I know when we were in school we were always guided to write with the right hand and the teacher never said that hold the pencil in your left hand.
So unless you have it in your genes to write with your left hand you never even try or think of doing it.
Is it not analogous to being mechanical and having formats, standards and conventions? Does that make us machines but a more sophisticated one? Or the standards are built after many years of researches and imposed on every one so that we do not have to reinvent that writing with the right hand is the best or is not?
Any ways these crazy things catch some one like me very quickly. So I decided to simulate my right hand using my left hand. I started writing with my left hand a few months ago. At first I was barely able to make the alphabets. But now I can write sentences, of course the speed is compromised.
Here is what it looks like when I write with my right hand ...
And here is what it looks like when I write with my left hand...
I am sure with some practice I will be able to write so well that one cannot tell whether it’s with the right or the left. Let's see how far I go..I will keep posting the progress.
Question:
What is the one thing that you can do with your right hand but cannot do with your left hand and vice versa?
Thought:
If u s can be us then why did we waited till the SMS era to come and some one suddenly realized that u r can be your.
I guess limitations in the number of letters lead to such modification and the acceptance of it other wise it would just have been a horrific spelling mistake or result of dyslexia.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Welcome
You must be thinking what is that header image all about. I thought the same when I saw the machine, not very big though the machine looked fascinating and more fascinating was the name “ditch witch”.
Apparently the machine is used to dig holes in compact place where big machines cannot go in. So I thought…what can be better that this image. Its powerful, its handy and it dose what it is suppose to do.
Well, those who use to visit http://mita-majumdar.blogspot.com/ for reading Assistant to Super Hero can catch up at http://assistanttosuperhero.blogspot.com/ Some change in perspective and added enthusiasm lead to this restructuring of blogs. I will be posting on not just one but three blogs, check the “I write” section. Reason for multiple blog is I want the topics to be segregated.
In this space I will mainly focus on my understanding of different technology, knowledge, learnings, related wonderings, ideas, fascinations etc.
Another thing that fascinates me is the crane, but I would research more on them before posting.
Here are a few more pictures of ditch witch.
Apparently the machine is used to dig holes in compact place where big machines cannot go in. So I thought…what can be better that this image. Its powerful, its handy and it dose what it is suppose to do.
Well, those who use to visit http://mita-majumdar.blogspot.com/ for reading Assistant to Super Hero can catch up at http://assistanttosuperhero.blogspot.com/ Some change in perspective and added enthusiasm lead to this restructuring of blogs. I will be posting on not just one but three blogs, check the “I write” section. Reason for multiple blog is I want the topics to be segregated.
In this space I will mainly focus on my understanding of different technology, knowledge, learnings, related wonderings, ideas, fascinations etc.
Another thing that fascinates me is the crane, but I would research more on them before posting.
Here are a few more pictures of ditch witch.
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