The Hungarian

We were on the way to Paris. The train was wobbling away from Munich at a slumber pace.
As exciting are the train journeys in India; as much boring they are elsewhere.

I realized (sadly) that there was not going to be any 'chaiii chaiiii' (Tea) selling attendant in the train.
I eventually decided to explore around a bit. Took a left and started moving forward (opposite to the direction of the moving train). The doors at the end of each coach were opened on the press of a red button near the side of the door.

After some 5 coaches the next door refused to open completely. I tired some 5-6 times and it opened just one third of the frame.
Can i squeeze through it? Let me see...naa...if only just a little more wide perhaps.
With nothing else to do I went back to my coach for some shut eye.

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Woke up around 7.....what happened in the night you ask??? That’s a total new blog entry!!!!

Took a right and continued my search for 'chaii'. Paris was still some 2 hours away. After some 3-4 coaches was obstructed by a lady who was struggling with her luggage. I stood behind her and didn't even mutter as much as an 'excuse me'. (For the pathway was only big enough for one)

After a while she looked back, saw me and apologetically said "Bocsánat" (buchaaarnot?)
 [Pronounced "bochanot", Hungarian word for 'Sorry', 'Excuse me'].
Immediately my mind went to the sitcom "Mind your language" to the character of Zoltan Szabo. Sooo lost in thought at hearing this was I , that I didn't even noticed that the lady was nearly hugging the side of the train and lifting her luggage over her head so as to let me pass.

"Sorry", I said.

"Bocsánat", she repeated.

"That’s what means isn’t it ....Hungarian aren’t you !" and for some strange reason , I made a action on eating when I said this ! (Dunce)

"Bocsánat", she repeated.

"Bocsánat", I beamed (my feet going nowhere).

"barg gargb wubber wubber ding a along" said a man suddenly appearing beside her.

Instinctively, I turned and headed back to my coach. I thought I heard some snickering behind me.
To this day I do NOT know whether I could have got hold of some tea in the later section on the train.

My head was full of Hungary, Bucharest and buchaaarnot, no sooner did I see my friends, I started mumbling

‘You know what just happened.....mind your language ....Hungary ....buchaaarnot.......!'.

The look on their faces and the mismatched wavelength was enough for me to stop my mumbling, though I still remained lost in Hungarian thoughts.

After a while, got up, took the left and wandering ahead. Again crossed some 5 coaches and came to the door that was not opening the night before. What I saw through it made my heart skip more than a couple of beats. That was the last coach of the train and had I managed to squeeze through it last night , I , no doubt would lie clobbered on the tracks on Nantes.

I went close to the door and peered at the fast disappearing tracks outside, my heart was in my foot now.
After gazing through it for a few moments, I recovered slightly and turned back.

As I did so I nearly crashed into a lady coming out of the train restroom. Taken aback, I stumbled backwards towards the door.

Then I saw who that lady was,

"Bocsánat", she said!!!

P.S : She still haunts me .............

Europa !

In one of the popular sitcoms 'Friends' : Joey says to Chandler that the best way to pick up someone is to narrate a fascinating story. And he begins his story by saying


'When I was backpacking through central europe....'. This sentence stuck with me , whenever I thought of europe this funny sequence used to come up to my mind.

And now my so called 'Euro-Trip' is coming to a end. I don't see myself back in Europe in the near future. Why?. Thats a whole new story , lets leave it at that for now.

Now , what do I remember when I think of Europe ?

The trips to Germany (nachwanstien,munich) , France (Paris),Switzerland(Interlaken,Luzern,Bern and Zurich) , Italy(Venice),Czech Republic (Prague) and Austria (Salzberg).......

The numerous good humoured fights between friends.- :)





The more than numerous bad humoured fights with others. - :X

The shops that close as early as 7 P.M !. - Clearly no indian businessman is well established here. :P

The Cold weather of March-April to the searing heat of June-July. - The numerous fights regarding the temperature of the AC in the office. :D

A special mention to Alison , Anabel and Aniston (speculating on the 3rd name) : The lovely Tour Guides ;)
 (Thats the new profession , Barney Stinson are you taking notes?? )








The 'oh so many ' discussions with myself ( :| and many discussions with others ( lol )

The so called Veg burger that Burger King served in Praha (yeeeech).




The 2 haircuts I had whilst I was here. : Boy o Boy

The fussball night with Manuella and Bob. Manuella beat Bob 10 to nothing , boy was that embarrasing.

The night party at cafe walch. Had a couple of Red bulls while others were having alcoholic drinks and ended up staying awake for most of the night ! :







The world cup betting program at office. Had put the money (not literally) on Holland. So near , yet so far. :(

Mind your language. Totally re-discoved this sitcom at my time here. Por forvore? :D











Falafel. The only Veg dish that the eataries make here.


The African safari and the Maruthi-800. What is this you ask ? I am sorry , there is nothing more that I could possible reveal in a public domain. :P

The junkies (hippes, call 'em what you like: Greeen,Red of Blue haired , over tattooed , drunk , satan worshiping , dog keeping 'people') that used to sit in front of KFC.











 The talk at the coffee breaks. :)


One tipsy turvy ride at Prater. (With BRAVE Anurag , who was shouting MUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY the whole ride !! )

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Oh so much , but mainly I will remember the time spent with people here : Alpa,Anurag,Rahul,Raj,Sanjay,Sudhansu (in alpabetical order : Love em all you see :P)

and I will indeed remember and miss Vienna , the quiet city with an endearing charm that seeped into my heart.........

I came to europe with just one funny sequence in mind....and now I leave it with ..........




 
P.S : If I indeed have a hard time remembering things I have 50 Gigs of photos , a clear abuse of memory space I know !

P.P.S : I know there is no relation between the pictures and the text accompaning it , but then again , there was not supposed to be one either !


Aloha und Adios EUrope!!

The great 'North-South' divide!

"What are you saying you Charlie Chapathi!"
"Oh you shut up ; you Pakistani Poppadom"

These are first things that cross my mind when talking of racist taunts.
Funny scenes from 'Mind your language' no less , but I realize that racism has not stopped filtering through the generations.

What makes a certain section of people divided by geographical areas behave differently? Or do they really behave differently?
Every talk is comparable to racism. If it not Black Vs White ( or White Vs Black : Read as you pefer please!) or Indian Vs Pakistan then it boils down to
North Vs South India! ( Mind you , the atomisation doesn't stop there.)

I Shamelessly, as most , admit that I enjoy racist conversations. Casual racism dominates most coffee table or water fountain discussions.
Thats what prompted this web log in the first place. Casual racism.
Casual racism dominates most lunch / dinner talks. Yet , i KNOW the people who involve in it are not at the very least racist.
Yet (repeat ; I have stop using 'Yet' so often....Yet .....NOT yet.), people do indeed enjoy having a go at other peoples ethnicity.
Though people have little (read as : No) malice on their mind, racist talk is still popular talk.
'Timepass' as you would put it in casual terms. Casual indeed!

According to the Oxford English Dictionary, racism is a belief or ideology that all members of each racial group possess characteristics
or abilities specific to that race, especially to distinguish it as being either superior or inferior to another racial group or racial groups.
Racism indeed exists, in a sense certain sects of people do indeed pocess certain traits particular to that race / group / region / company / project .......
Gosh,there is no limit to racism!!

A certain North - South discussion (racist talk) started this web log; though I 'm NOT (usually atleast :P) a active participant in these debates,
but compliments such as 'Karnataka is a sober and peaceful state;people don't protest even when something wrong is being done' makes you wonder,
was that really a compliment? or a racist snide!.
Tell you what , I don't really have the knowledge or the 'expertise' to talk of such sensitive subjects. (sensitive ,is it ? thats a whole other point altogether).
The truth is this is just a casual talk on casual racism!.
Inspite of racist remarks And I really LOVE the people who prompted this blog because south indian respect and welcome people
(Am I being racist here :) ) and I am sure they love me too.

If someone asks describe the purpose of this blog in my own words , I would say
'EIOHHF OF DASO DFOH ODHOSH UPAIPIFGADFÖ GROHOAHF HOEHOEVDOJ EJG k FGDIGO HEO'.

I LOVE LOOPHOLES!

Adios.

Hair 'raising' experience

There is something within me that keeps dying,and no, I'm not talking about anything philosophical I'm talking about 'cells'.
(Hair is a filamentous outgrowth of dead cells from the skin).

There are many a things I hadn't heard off before ,and one of them was getting an appointment to get your hair cut!.

"Willkommen" said the lady behind the counter with black hair.
"English?" I asked (not replying in kind to the greeting received), "Sprechen du Englisch?" I continued in unconvincing German.
"Ahhh, ya ...little little ", She smiled.
"gut , I'm looking for a hair cut"
"You come back by zwei ... 2 o'clock" she said ,showing 2 fingers to me," Shall i book an appointment?".
"err...ok sure" (What the !)


So here I was , reaching in time for my 'appointment' to get my hair cut.

"willkommen, welcome" said the lady behind the counter with red hair, I swear her hair was Black in the morning!. Then again, this is a hair saloon (where people have to take 'appointments') , so anything can happen.

And after getting my hair shampooed we walked to a separate room to get the hair cut (Goodness gracious me ! take some scissors and cut this extra hair , willya?)

"Do you like to trink a glass of wasser".
"No, Thank you".
"Please don't make it too short" , I have seen some locals with such tiny hair that it would put the military men to shame. However this statement was to prove a huge mistake.

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"ok?"
"yeah , ok"

< snip >< snip >
"ok?"
"yeah , ok"

"Do you like to trink a glass of wasser".
"No, Thank you".

< snip >< snip >
"ok?"
"yeah , ok"

< snip >< snip >
"ok?"
"yeah , ok"

< snip >< snip >

"I leave it upto you , you can cut as you wish"
"sorry?"
"Please proceed to 'style' as you wish"
"ok", she obviously didn't understand!

< snip >< snip >
"ok?"
"yeah , ok"

"Do you like something to eat?"
"err...No , Thank you." , are these things included in the 'package'? I wondered.


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Phew , Finally she seems to have gotten the message.


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"ok?"
"yeah , ok", oops spoke too soon.


"Do you like to trink a glass of wasser".
"No, Thank you".

Looking at the sunny weather outside , I thought that might be the possible reason she keeps offering me a glass of water.
"Its too hot outside", I ventured.
"sorry", she said, I could see the confused expression on her face, all this while I would see her in the mirror and catch her smiling , I would smile back (which only made her 'smile' more.
"Its hot outside", I repeated.
"Thank you",she said , and to my horror I watched in the mirror as she blushed and gave a tiny bow!!!

Good lord, she has a freaking scissor and whatnot sharp instruments, you'd do better to shut the hell up! ,screamed my inner voice to me , lest some other things are lost in translation.


I started thinking whether she was too afraid to cut my hair , not more than 23 strands of hair was being cut at a time.
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"ok?"
"yeah , ok"
"ok then....."

Its Over??? I had come for a hair cut , or should I have mentioned 'HAIRS' to be cut.
"ok" , I said and stood up confused , this really was 'over'.

We went back to the counter ,
"naame?"
"Rajat"
"err...."
" R.....A......J..."
"Er...Ah.....what?????"
I quickly muttered by german ABCD and finally reached at J
"yoth"
"ahhhh.....Er....Ah...Yoth...?"
"That's it!",deciding for the first time that Raj sounds better than Rajat (which , ofcourse it doesnt!!!)
"Are you on a holiday?"

"Nope , Buiness", I replied. I controlled my laughter after I said 'Business' , hope I could have gotten a recording of that tone.


"sechzehn.....16 Euros"
And from the time I paid 16 € and till the time I reached back to my apartment ,
only one classic Bollywood film scene was playing in my mind;
(Film : Andaz apna apna)
Aamir Khan was saying to his Dad (whose profession was that of Barber in the film)
" Aaj meine bhal Rosy se katwa ke aaya hoon......Bhal bhi kate aur patha bhi nahi chala......."

(I got my hair 'cut' and no one will know)

How can I control my life when I can't control my hair?

The Ugly Good and The Bad

“If you do the job badly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again” – Calvin.

Whilst you were a kid, when was the time you got yourself treated to an ice-cream or a huge candy bar? Probably the time you did something bad. Probably the time you bawled all day. Probably because you showed how upset you were for not getting that new toy by not eating all day. And, what did the neighbor kid get for putting his best behavior all day long and doing his ‘homework’ in time? A ‘small’ pat on his back. Nothing more. Nothing less.

At work: Person A does his ‘boring’ work on time.
Person B meanwhile complains and makes a mess of his ‘boring’ work.
The result Person A is ‘rewarded’ by getting to do Person B’s work as well , while Person B gets moved to some other real interesting work.
Person B gets to eat the proverbial ice-cream while Person A gets a small pat on his back!
Nothing more. Nothing less.

A person threatening to quit a political party is offered a better portfolio while the loyal party person gets nothing. A techie threatening to quit is offered a better position , a long term foreign assignment even; while all honest ‘bob’ gets is more demeaning work.
Nothing more. Nothing less.

Who do you think wins these ‘crap’ reality shows? The person, who picks a fight with everybody, uses abusive language and throws up on screen every now and then. What about those who display good behavior? No way, they are too boring; I am voting them OUT today.

You have plenty of industries contributing positively to the economy. What do they get? Nothing. Perhaps they are taxed even more! And what do banks get for being ‘oh so greedy’ and blowing away so much money? They get economic relief and more money.

When was the last time you’ve seen anyone ‘rewarded’ for good behavior?
Simply put, the rewards of bad behavior are aplenty.

So its time to put your best foot backward and get moving ahead!