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16 Jan 2009
12 Jan 2009
Rab Ne Bana Di Ghodi - II
Ladize and Gentalman,
I, PP, am back. I am still in the well and am hoping that you continue to remain in the well as well. Sorry, delay happened in story telling as there was customer work. Now thoughts are back in mind and so I am back.
After saying bye to Ghodi, marrij proceshan entered marrij hall. Gud decorashan was decorated and few notty children were running around disturbing chairs. Some local Pushkar doggies also had come and notty children were beating them. Few guests were sitting idling waiting for food que to get lesser, so many hungry peepul were attacking cooker and his team that cooker became pressure cooker. Running around with utencils, with 2 hands, he was giving 6 type food to 6 people simultaneously. Everybody like his food and after success in my marrij, he became quite a prestige cooker in Ajmer.
My frands took me to marrij podeam, where two big decorashan chairs were put. After seeing accu-pressure from Ghodi spine, I did not want to sit anymore. But this time, chair was nicely cotton filled and even had soft cover, so I sat down and waited for Ms MK to come. Then I saw Ms MK with family peepul coming towards podeam with garland in her hand. Family peepul had done fashion with passion and all cameraman ran to shoot them. Ms MK came, garland ceremoney was done, guests who had finished food, came and gave money. The food que was not getting lesser and I was worried that no food will be left for me and Ms MK. After sitting in podeam for 1 hour, some frand remembered that we were hungry also, and so they took us to food table. With so many peepul around, laughing, noisying, I couldn’t eat anything.
Then came phera ceremoney. Famus Pandit came to do phera and he started with big big mantras. We sat down on floor, again making me remember Ghodi. Pandit spoke Mantra for 1 hr, then light up the phera fire for half hour, then again started with mantra. I asked Pandit lets do phera, but he said no no, first lets pray to all gods. Hindu religion has 64 million gods and I thought this Pandit will now take many days to pray to all. Another 30 minutes and then he said groom mantras are finished, now its time for bride mantras. Pandit wanted to give extra value for my father’s money. But I gave him some more money and said lets do phera now. Pandit agreed to cut down bride mantra by 1 hr and then we started phera. Ms MK wanted to walk slow, but I wanted to run. Finally with some adjustment between our speeds, we finished entire phera ceremoney in 4 hrs. It was 3 in the night and again some function was there at 6 AM, we were very tired and couldn’t rest that night at all.
Marrij supposed to be happy affair, but what I remember is Ghodi spine, no food, long painful hungry ceremoney and everybody else seeming happy for our marrij except me and Ms MK. Now I know why divorce rate in India is so low, who would want to marry again with so much pain.
And so the story ends, I say Ta Ta to all and wish you remain forever in the well.
I, PP, am back. I am still in the well and am hoping that you continue to remain in the well as well. Sorry, delay happened in story telling as there was customer work. Now thoughts are back in mind and so I am back.
After saying bye to Ghodi, marrij proceshan entered marrij hall. Gud decorashan was decorated and few notty children were running around disturbing chairs. Some local Pushkar doggies also had come and notty children were beating them. Few guests were sitting idling waiting for food que to get lesser, so many hungry peepul were attacking cooker and his team that cooker became pressure cooker. Running around with utencils, with 2 hands, he was giving 6 type food to 6 people simultaneously. Everybody like his food and after success in my marrij, he became quite a prestige cooker in Ajmer.
My frands took me to marrij podeam, where two big decorashan chairs were put. After seeing accu-pressure from Ghodi spine, I did not want to sit anymore. But this time, chair was nicely cotton filled and even had soft cover, so I sat down and waited for Ms MK to come. Then I saw Ms MK with family peepul coming towards podeam with garland in her hand. Family peepul had done fashion with passion and all cameraman ran to shoot them. Ms MK came, garland ceremoney was done, guests who had finished food, came and gave money. The food que was not getting lesser and I was worried that no food will be left for me and Ms MK. After sitting in podeam for 1 hour, some frand remembered that we were hungry also, and so they took us to food table. With so many peepul around, laughing, noisying, I couldn’t eat anything.
Then came phera ceremoney. Famus Pandit came to do phera and he started with big big mantras. We sat down on floor, again making me remember Ghodi. Pandit spoke Mantra for 1 hr, then light up the phera fire for half hour, then again started with mantra. I asked Pandit lets do phera, but he said no no, first lets pray to all gods. Hindu religion has 64 million gods and I thought this Pandit will now take many days to pray to all. Another 30 minutes and then he said groom mantras are finished, now its time for bride mantras. Pandit wanted to give extra value for my father’s money. But I gave him some more money and said lets do phera now. Pandit agreed to cut down bride mantra by 1 hr and then we started phera. Ms MK wanted to walk slow, but I wanted to run. Finally with some adjustment between our speeds, we finished entire phera ceremoney in 4 hrs. It was 3 in the night and again some function was there at 6 AM, we were very tired and couldn’t rest that night at all.
Marrij supposed to be happy affair, but what I remember is Ghodi spine, no food, long painful hungry ceremoney and everybody else seeming happy for our marrij except me and Ms MK. Now I know why divorce rate in India is so low, who would want to marry again with so much pain.
And so the story ends, I say Ta Ta to all and wish you remain forever in the well.
Andhra Mess
And so the mighty fell with a faxed confession. And took along with him a brand, credibility for IT offshoring, dignity that other service providers earned in decades and potentially, livelihood of 50,000 families.
This too shall pass, and while his progressions of transgressions gets documented, I hope better sense now prevails and he brings down the root cause of this mess - the nexus of politicians and land mafia. And on the side, break the knuckles of the auditors and banks that colluded to mislead common investors and customers.
PS: PP says, Raju is like a retired school teacher - no class and no principles
This too shall pass, and while his progressions of transgressions gets documented, I hope better sense now prevails and he brings down the root cause of this mess - the nexus of politicians and land mafia. And on the side, break the knuckles of the auditors and banks that colluded to mislead common investors and customers.
PS: PP says, Raju is like a retired school teacher - no class and no principles
2 Jan 2009
Rab Ne Bana Di Ghodi
Ladize and Gentalman,
Myself, PP, saying Namaste with folding hands to all of you. I am in the well and hope that you are also in the well. I native of Rajasthan, famus for dessert and camel which drinks once and runs everywhere. I growing up in Marwari public school and so English of mine not like English of bangalorees. But I want to talk English as all do not able to follow Marwari.
Today I tell you story of my marrij to Miss MK of Allahabad. She conwent school and then enginear collij, all English, and so both speak and talk English only in flat. My marrij was placed in Pushkar city, 14 km far from Ajmer. Camel take 1 day to make journey, so we start for journey 3 days advance. Everything was gud, all family peepul and Ms MK family peepul, all staying together in state tourist resort. Big big food was cooked and our cooker and his team made all 3 meals of everyday full of ghee, shugar and wheet, rise,vegitable and pulces. Cocktale party was best party as cooker made chickan and muttan also. Many sang song, ding dong, dancing, all rum and vodka flowing, soda was finished, but nobody did problem, they took handpump water and saved vodka from wasting.
In Marrij evening, Ghodi came and I was made sit on it by my happy frands. Although I slightly healthy, ghodi was slightly weak. Ghodi back cover was also not fully cotton filled, and when baraat started with full dancing, comfort went away from me and Ghodi. My spinal cord and Ghodi’s spinal cord started frictioning, and every Ghodi step made more pain for both. Idiot frands of mine just not stopping dancing and when pain increasing, their dancing increasing. Ghodi and I gave abuses from inside both our Sehra’s but in so high band sound, nobody hearing. Finally we reach bride place and finally dancing stopping. I thanked God and got down with sigh. Ghodi also thanked God and sat down with sigh.
Now I take break, you tell me if you want to heer about marrij hall proceeding and how stupid Pandit made 7 phera ceremoney for 4 hrs. Rest part of story tomorrow telling.
Myself, PP, saying Namaste with folding hands to all of you. I am in the well and hope that you are also in the well. I native of Rajasthan, famus for dessert and camel which drinks once and runs everywhere. I growing up in Marwari public school and so English of mine not like English of bangalorees. But I want to talk English as all do not able to follow Marwari.
Today I tell you story of my marrij to Miss MK of Allahabad. She conwent school and then enginear collij, all English, and so both speak and talk English only in flat. My marrij was placed in Pushkar city, 14 km far from Ajmer. Camel take 1 day to make journey, so we start for journey 3 days advance. Everything was gud, all family peepul and Ms MK family peepul, all staying together in state tourist resort. Big big food was cooked and our cooker and his team made all 3 meals of everyday full of ghee, shugar and wheet, rise,vegitable and pulces. Cocktale party was best party as cooker made chickan and muttan also. Many sang song, ding dong, dancing, all rum and vodka flowing, soda was finished, but nobody did problem, they took handpump water and saved vodka from wasting.
In Marrij evening, Ghodi came and I was made sit on it by my happy frands. Although I slightly healthy, ghodi was slightly weak. Ghodi back cover was also not fully cotton filled, and when baraat started with full dancing, comfort went away from me and Ghodi. My spinal cord and Ghodi’s spinal cord started frictioning, and every Ghodi step made more pain for both. Idiot frands of mine just not stopping dancing and when pain increasing, their dancing increasing. Ghodi and I gave abuses from inside both our Sehra’s but in so high band sound, nobody hearing. Finally we reach bride place and finally dancing stopping. I thanked God and got down with sigh. Ghodi also thanked God and sat down with sigh.
Now I take break, you tell me if you want to heer about marrij hall proceeding and how stupid Pandit made 7 phera ceremoney for 4 hrs. Rest part of story tomorrow telling.
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