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2010-05-04T11:37:00.000-07:00

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What was Inderjeet Singh doing when an Earthquake shook Pakistan?

2009-12-09T09:11:00.000-08:00

The date 8th October 2005 (Just cross checked with Wikipedia) was a date when the NWFP in Pakistan(our immediate friendly country) was shaken by an earthquake on a lazy Saturday morn. The question arises why am I talking about the aforesaid natural disaster today after a good 4 years.

One of my worst fears is Alzheimer, I am afraid at any point of time I may be its next victim thanks to the unhealthy lifestyle I follow, any ways before I deviate from the topic , let me tell the world what was I doing on the fateful morning. I want o remember this incident till eternity.

A Flashback
Date : Approx.One year prior to Aseem and group won the IIT dance fest.
Venue: Auditorium @ IIT Delhi

It all started when I was trying to click pictures of Aseem and his group (FLIRT) as they danced on Mujhse Shadi Karoge using towels as props (The music sucked big time, as my able friend Aseem would have said " ") Coming back, so there I was clicking pictures with my Sony Ericcson W800i, a cellphone with a 2 MP camera was a big thing then. I was very near the stage and as luck would have it I was right in front of the speakers, whose volumes were thundering and deafening as I took pictures. The dance went on for about good 20 mins. It ended at last , so did the duel (My ears Vs Big correction Mega Big woofers- Sub woofers incorporated.) So began the hearing problem, I could not hear properly , and a constant hissing noise would irritate me to the core.

Snap

So once I was back to Chandigarh I went to the Doc . In Sohana Multi specialty hospital (Keep up the good work guys , you people are doing good where else would a person get personal attention in Rs. 10 only ) Met Dr. Hundal for the first time young handsome dashing fellow with a very fit body. Having a vaccum pump inserted in you ear can be a very funny feeling, the Doc. pulled out a wax plug the root cause of all my hearing troubles, I could hear every thing sans the hissing sound, which was a relief.

They say history repeats itself and approximately after about an year the hissing was back, so it was time for a trip to Sohana once again, after several attempts the sloth(me the lazy bones) finally reached the hospital. Now the story begins:

I sat on one of the black metal chairs outside the doctor's room waiting for my turn. The hall was full, there were all sort of people- patients , attendants, ward boys, sweepers, babies.. you name it he was there. Right next to me sat a woman feeding he child and trying to put him to sleep by shaking her thighs as she sat cross legged on the chair... Multitasking ..hehehe. Now all the chairs were connected so when she would move all the chairs of the row would move ie. shake. I was tired I had not slept through the night guess this is what happens to you, when you fall in love with a woman who loves to gradually sleep while talking at night, on second thoughts I could have been chatting or watching porn.. I really don't remember. So there I was wearing an under-turban (I needed my ears to be uncovered for teh doctor's appointment) , sitting on an almost rocking chair thanks to Madam X. May be I dozed off while counting the chip on the floor tile, when I felt that the lady's shakings were getting more and more vigorous every second, with my chair almost rocking, I woke out of my temporary slumber just as I was about the utter "" What the F....? " at the lady, so much for being a through gentleman ,I saw I was the only one sitting in the huge hall, 3 thoughts came to my mind-

1. Where is everybody?
2.Where is the Lady?
3What happened?

The monotony of silence was broken by a some good Samaritan shouting " Sardarji Bhoochaal agaaya Bahar nu bhajj aao." They say there is a certain sense attached to every memory of we have in our life, it may be a smell, a sound, a touch, a sight or may be a taste. Strange as this may sound ever since I try to remember the day, the aforesaid statement just jumps out and brings a smile on my face. Now that is a memory.

On a serious note : May god Bless the departed souls who lost there lives in the quake.
Aseem Gill aka Crappy - I miss you buddy, really mean it. RIP.

Inder

Square Root of Three

2009-11-23T11:01:00.000-08:00

Square Root of Three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun,
as 1.7321
Such is my reality,
a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

- Dave Feinberg

A Bedtime Prayer:

2009-10-04T08:47:00.001-07:00

Just a thought Self authored.

Dear God

Please save the world from from floods, I don't know how to swim and I am too lazy to learn as well, I don't use the fridge much these days since most of the times it is empty since I over eat every day so that I get to eat fresh junk food every day nor do I use deodorants anymore (hence I protect the ozone from further depletion) because they have ceased working on me since I don't bath for months together or wash my dirty clothes to save water nor do I smoke pot anymore, I stick to Heroine and Smack since they are organic, nature friendly and smoke free. I am trying my level best to save the planet from the ill effects of Global warming, help me in the noble cause.

Amen !

VIP kids high on booze and crime

2009-08-03T21:36:00.000-07:00

I was surfing and I came across this article:

They drive around in luxury cars, wield mobile phones, some times flaunt their guns, get into brawls and mostly get away. They are the new generation of VIP kids -- birds of that feather flock together, almost always.

Manu Sharma, son of Congress leader and former Union Minister Venod Sharma, who allegedly shot Jessica Lal, and Vikas Yadav, son of Jantantrik Bahujan Samaj Party leader D.P. Yadav, who accompanied him, brought to Delhi last week a familiar scene from their state capitals, Chandigarh and Luknow.

Chandigarh has witnessed several such incidents involving children of politicians and bureaucrats. Here are some:

June 8, 1998: Manoj Kumar, nephew of Haryana Home Minister Mani Ram Godara, was allegedly involved in a shootout at the Sector 10 market. He was arrested from Panchkula after the death of an SAS Nagar resident Manjit Singh. According to the prosecution, the firing followed an altercation between two groups outside Hotel Mountview.

Godara issued apress note to clarify that the accused was not residing with him. ``The law would take its own course, if Manoj had committed any crime,'' he had said. The case is pending in the district court where Manoj Kumar is facing trial under section 302 of the IPC.

July 1998: When Harvinder Singh, an alleged accomplice of Manoj Kumar, was being produced in court, a group of not less than 25 gun-toting youths led by Manjit Singh Barkandi, a Punjab MLA, exchanged fire with another group outside the Sector 17 District Courts. The Barkandi group was supporting Harvinder Singh.

July 1998: A gunman with Aman Beniwal, nephew of Haryana MLA Vidya Beniwal, allegedly shot and wounded a security guard at a cinema hall. The gunman had fired from his service carbine allegedly at the insistence of Aman following an argument with the security guards.

September, 1996: Ranjit Bajaj, son of bureaucrats B R and Rupan Deol Bajaj, assaulted a cyclist with a baseball bat.

March, 1996:Former Punjab minister Bhagwan Dass Arora's son Kamaldeep Arora accompanied by his gunmen Harpal Singh and Joginder Singh, allegedly kidnapped a shopkeeper and robbed him of Rs 17,000.

September, 1994: Gurkirat Singh, grandson of then Punjab chief minister Beant Singh, along with his friends, abducted a French tourist, Katia Darnand, from a a house in SAS Nagar. She was allegedly `molested'. Gurkirat and others were acquitted on April 10, 1999, as Darnand did not testify.

Such incidents are common in Lucknow too. But there's a difference: If in Chandigarh, there are cases registered against the new generation of VIPs, in UP most cases are hushed up. Here are some of the widely reported incidents:

Two years ago, three drunk youths barged into a discotheque in a five-star hotel in Lucknow. They misbehaved with the staff and also made lewd remarks to girls. On being resisted, one of them shot in the air. Akhilesh Yadav, son of Samajwadi Party chief Mulayam Singh Yadav, was one of thethree. The hotel staff tried to lodge an FIR.

A similar scene was enacted last year in another prominent hotel. This time also, it was a group of three drunk youths and the venue was a discotheque.

The police swung into action and arrested all the three. They were freed the next day and the Circle Officer, Sriparna Ganguly who gathered the courage to take action against them, was unceremoniously moved out. One of the three youths was the son of Matwar Singh Kandari, a minister in the Kalyan Singh cabinet. The case was never opened again.

Two youths in a Gypsy tried to abduct the daughter of a former advisor to the Governor last year near K.D.Singh Babu stadium in broad daylight. One was the son of PWD Minister Kalraj Mishra and the other, the son of senior IPS officer C D Kainth. The girl brought the matter to the notice of the Hazratganj police station but the two offenders were not even questioned.

In most cases involving sons of VIPs, police never register an FIR and when pressure is mounted, often fake FIRs are lodged. For instance, when IG Yashpal Singh's son crushed to death two scooterists while riding the official Gypsy of his father at Gomti Nagar Barrage last year, the police lodged a report that the Gypsy had been stolen two days before the incident. Later the report was transferred to the CB-CID, considered to be the dumping ground of cases.

``We are aware that by not taking action against these wards we are not giving out a healthy message to the society. But what can we do? Was not the Circle Officer of Hazratganj transferred when she dared to arrest the son of a minister?'' says a senior police officer.

I wonder what is happening? Am I just another stone in the wall. This needs to stop now.

Inder

6/6/9

2009-06-06T05:02:00.000-07:00

Well just reached the office, I just checked today's date, was reminded of the legendary date of 06/06/06 the devils no. which was beautifully described by my friend Aseem Gill (RIP)on his blog , this was the date when we gave our RTOS exam and as per the great PTU antics again the aforesaid exam was out of syllabus. We managed to pass , how ?? I still need to figure out , I guess filling the sheets in PTU examinations with gibberish really does help.

Anyways the date made me miss my able friends Aseem Gill, Anmol Dhand and Maninder Arora may their souls rest in peace.

Miss you all.

PS : @ Aseem the dinners at Katani would never be the same.

Another day at office ...

2009-04-14T20:12:00.000-07:00

I reached the office late ... almost by 6 minutes the manager had been already been informed but still the great RW had an objection, even though he was well enlightened in advance on the phone, I wonder why does he think I suffer from memory losses when he cant even remember what I had told him less than 20 mins ago ... strange.

The shift at the office started with Jagdeep Singh (TSS)- Grade B2 , sending me twice back to the bay to check some thing he never bothered to verify with me later... Just for his information he stands corrected there was no option for FRU/CRU on the web page. I guess his personal life and the upcoming tests he would be apperaing for are taking their toll on him.

Working with older men and talkative women can get monotonous and way too frustrating- Just a thought.

Checked for the third time Kronos is still not opened... It sucks at times.

Manju Chandel tooks fatabalous while working out in the gym ... I wish I could say the same about her otherwise.

I feel the work at Dell is just OK... I dont find it some thing Mega cool. it gets way too boring at times.
I have not been feeling well, nobody takes me seriously when I tell them the aforesaid. I hope everything is fine.

Bye for now bored of typing.

Inder

PS: Kronos stil not working

Dell ..where Winning with Integrity is just another farce.

2009-04-10T18:16:00.000-07:00

I have no hard feelings towards Mr. Badge Id. no. 1,Mr. Michael Dell. I am thankful to him for providing jobs and livelyhood to thousand of its employees all over the world, it is a fact I thoroughly appreciate, since in the times of recession, everyone has been hit hard, Dell is the only company still hiring (atleast in India, sorry about what happened in Canada though). But you know what they say, "History repeats itself" and there are always some black moles in every sphere of the society who make a life fight for survival, guess strange are the ways of life, and that's the way they always have been.

At Dell we are supposed to follow a set of rules which every one is bound and expected to obey , in other words The COC- Code of Conduct, but I am sorry to say that it is balantly flaunted here , why?, a reason I am not aware of yet.

I am not pissed of with what I have seen since the few months I have been the part of the organization but I surely did expect something good out of this work place. The people higher in the hierchy have a blast and keep pushing the tiers below them ans if you try picturing this visually just imagine the food chain picture which we once read in during our school days -

Eagle-->Snake-->Field Mouse-->Grains-->Nitrogen

VP--> Site Director-->Area manager-->Team Manager-->TSS-->Agent
(WOW! This looks so familiar. )

I am smiling as I sit and type in my office read seat no.L-169 on the Third floor,And I tell my self it is not really that bad after all, guess it is still much better and sane than playing criket in the bay and making a fool out of your self ... and by the way .. did I tell you I have alot of free time today thanks to some unethical practices going on the floor ... Hush hush topic ... this would be Dell centric information ...lolz

Some how all my feeling of being in college have been refreshed thanks to the ever wonderful team and great superiors ... for further details check the entry on Night in the Rajdhani.

And as I type the concluding lines the fact gets verified... History does repeat it self.

Peace

Inder

PS: I miss you Aseem.

Lest any one want's to go through the Dell - Code of Conduct Click here

Work...

2009-03-01T12:13:00.000-08:00

Work is worship.
You often hear the aforesaid , or often read (esp.if you are an American on all $ bills) here is what I have to say:
According to me any situation can be judged and descision are well taken when we compare the pros and cons.
Work sucks vs Work sucks more.
Inder

Unbalanced....

2009-03-01T12:06:00.000-08:00

The aforesaid title was always shunned by my humble self, since I have always thought that the word encapulates chaotic and precarius behaviour which leads to the cumbersome circumstances that are just not wanted at this moment of time, in my life.

Help me please (I mean it.)
Inder

Strange are the ways of life...

2009-02-16T16:15:00.000-08:00

Today I realised the world is a very small place to dwell in, you tend to come across people you never even think or believe exist on this earth. I met the husband of one of my classmates, It was so funny.
I prefer to keep the rest of the story to my humble self.
Tc
Inderjeet

Aseem says:

2009-01-03T13:48:00.001-08:00

Aseem Gill
(5th July 1985 - 26th December 2008)

Till the end of time in our hearts.

Aseem says:

"True love is giving someone the power
to destroy you and trusting them not to."

Greetings Mr. Michael Dell

2008-12-16T09:26:00.000-08:00

Well, weird as the title might sound or on a further correction out of the blue, may seem more apt a phrase for the aforesaid. I am officially a Dell employee now. The badge numbers yet to be given , so i take the liberty of writing this post as the coming days would be hectic and exhausting, source: existing dell employees.

The batch is strange and naive, it seems at times is running low(I correct myself very low) on IQ or at least that's what the HR team there is thinks since the HR guys are making them believe that all the new guys are like cows whose exclusive job is to chew cud (read not apply brains). Two days since the induction has begun the only ting we have been iteratively told a zillion times that we should feel lucky to get in a reputed company like Dell, we have archived the GOAL of our life, blah blah... In short the brain washing has already begun.

Guess the strong feelings are coming from the track Lake of Fire: Meat Puppets being played in the back ground as I type. And by the way Abel Masih, a fellow team mate and member of a band called The 21st Century Rebell Street does sing quite well , I wonder why his mum doesn't not acknowledge the verified fact . I leave Mrs. Masih with the old saying "To each his (in this case her) own." Talking further about Abel he should be pursuing a MBA, he reminds me of what I was till last year carefree , confident, waiting for the right job and all relevant documents.

Just got reminded of what I read once: Taking calls is not my call : A night at the call center. :Vroom hehehe

Strange as this may seem , but I just realized while typing in that I am a part of a call center the very job I have always despised all my life,thanks to Chetan Bhagat. The journey from TCS Ahmedabad as a Trainee to Dell Mohali as a Technical Support Associate has been quite a challenging one.

The HR Deepa Dadwal is just out of the world, looks more like Celina Jaitley but is only a bit short but is one helluva woman. Deepa you have very nice hair.

Just realized I have too much Dell running in my blood at the moment guess I need a break.

Peace

Jeet

PS : Winning with Integrity

2008-09-20T02:00:00.000-07:00

Mess is what I delve in at the moment , too lazy to move my ass.

Need to gear up ...Fast.

It comes out naturally..........

2008-07-27T13:25:00.000-07:00

Sikhs- The jew(el)s of the East.

For the world it was a piece of land but for them the land was thier world.- Long live independence.

After typing the aforesaid , which has been in my mind for quite a while, I wonder why would I think about all this. A question that baffles and surprises me at the same time. too often , because that is what I am good at.

Of late life has been too easy, thanks to technology- TVS Star City, Hyundai Santro, Inalsa and of course to Samsung and Microsoft - The aforesaid ramblings would describe how I have spent my life's last almost two years driving,sipping shakes and of late chatting all the night to glory.

LAZY- I just proved it to be an understatement when referred in my context.

Bye for now
Yawn
Inder

PS: Did I mention I have been sleeping for almost 16 hrs a day :)

Corruption

2008-05-21T00:55:00.000-07:00

Corruption

Well, corruption is something that is a slur on the crest of our nation and it is high time we should overcome the "Jee Hazuri" and "Mithai" days and work together efficiently and take an oath to fight against the corruption at all the levels and make sure that at least we do not succumb to the so called "necessary evil" at any time of our crusade. Just think about it for once, the kind of relaxation and peace of mind would we get when some one acknowledges our honesty and at the end of the day when your head touches the pillow at night you can proudly proclaim that you are an honest citizen, government servant and a proud family man.

The mess of corruption cannot be washed away in a single go, it needs to be removed just the way it had creeped into our systems -slow and steady is the mantra.

What does a common man have to do with this?

The common man (read us) is the main forerunner of the crusade because the awakening has to start now and we know there are miles to be covered before we sleep. Suppose the society we live in would be a molecule then the common man would be its basic atom, and without the existence of the atom there would be no molecule (read society). So the common man has a huge and very important role to play in this action as he is the soldier, commander and the enemy himself.

What should be done?

For starters:

1. Corrupt officials should be named and caught.

2. Corruption should be reported.

3. Honest employees should be appreciated and decorated in public so that they can be an inspiration to one and all.

4. We at the grass root level should avoid bribery and remind the person that he is a public servant and we are tax payers (very politely)

5. We should not break the rules ourselves and give others to point a finger at us.

6. Use our rights and perform our fundamental duties religiously .

These are some basic steps what we can the common people(read citizens of the Republic of India)can do which may not entirely wipe out the corruption but I am sure it would provide an inspiration to our fellow countrymen so that they realize to change a system we have to change first.

A parting note:” It’s not the commander who wins the battles but the collective army which is victorious in the war.”

Unity is strength.

Jai Hind

Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Of Incubus and Inderjeet...

2008-05-17T07:07:00.000-07:00

@ Love does not hurt.It feels really good.Its what allows you to live each day with integrity.

Love is an abstract feeling that comes into being only when the feelings are mutual(interactive), we feel on top of the world and the essence encapsulates us and we fall in love....

There are always two sides to a coin, right! When love goes sour, our very own existance on the planet lets us down and that time is bad, really bad for the individual,emotions are shattered , you feel wasted.

"Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned."

When we talk about love we do not nescessarily talk about Peter Parker or Mary Jane we refer to individuals like you and me. To conclude I leave you with the Webster's elucidation on "LOVE"-

love
v. have great affection for; feel a passionate attraction to; be fond of; hug and kiss; have sexual intercourse with; like a great deal, be enthusiastic about

n. passionate attraction; fondness, affection; enthusiasm, interest; one who is loved; object of one's enthusiasm; score of zero (in tennis, etc.); term of endearment (i.e. "sweetheart")

till then
yours lovingly ;-)
INCUBUS

P.S. I am the PRETENDER. I am YOU.

Yours truly,
Inderjeet
(including all others who are a figment of my imagination.)

Of Abba, All India Radio, Calcutta and Potpourri.....

2008-01-13T04:21:00.000-08:00

Hi, today is a wonderful day. Why? The reason still eludes me. Almost 6 pm and I am listening to Abba- Chiquitita, guess last time I heard the track I was In Ahmedabad. Gosh! one year already time just flies back and leaves behind memories to be cherished for a life time.

The post it self is a sweet memory, the year was 2000 , I had just completed my 10th , I was new to Gianjyoti(GJPS) and in +1. I developed a new hobby listening to the radio late at night. There used to be a program aired on AIR 107.2 FM relayed from Kasuali,Potpourri(The name),on Tuesdays @ 2300hrs , the RJ (Shaheen, Bday: 3rd Jan) had a mesmerizing voice and of course yours truly was well smitten by her vocal chords.

As time flew I started fancying her and you could well imagine the intensity of my feelings for her that I (read the secret admirer in me) would write to her every week and waited with bated breath for Tuesdays to come just to listen, to what I had humbly scribbled, by her heavenly voice. But one fine day she went away, where I know not, may be to Bangalore that was the last I heard about her. I was heart broken I never wrote in again nor did I like the new RJ but I would often tune in to the radio on late Tuesday nights in a hope may be for once Shaheen may return and I would get to hear her soothing voice, but that never happened. I got busy with time and after a gap of few years I tuned in again but Potpourri wasn't there.

Today as I sat all by my self Listening to Abba,Chiquitita reminded me of a certain listener called Chandan from Kolkata (was Calcutta then) who would frequently request for Abba to be played.

Time has passed by ever since and they say water once passed under the bridge wont ever come back, quite true but the faint memories of my Puppy love (read platonic affection) for a woman whose sweet voice was her her identity for me do haunt me once in a blue moon. All I do is pray that where ever she may be she should be happy and content, as for me life goes on and it never ends.
Peace
Jeet

The ramblings of an empty mind.

2007-12-11T04:23:00.000-08:00

Just don't know what to write but I have to write, why ? I know not.

They say an empty mind is the devil's abode. I would often laugh at the aforesaid but today I realized the truth in it and now I believe it. The devil always has evil designs and evil always harms or at least tries to afflict and torments, let it be any one, even the innocent cannot escape its wrath.

I never thought I could hurt anyone, but it happened and it happened so soon that I just did not get a chance to even say sorry and by the time I did realize this it was late too late.

All I do want to say is SORRY.

Apologies
InderJeet

Hello after a long time ........

2007-10-05T10:09:00.001-07:00

Date: 4^th October 2007

Place: Baghban, Nawan Nagar, Dist. Panchkula, Harayana.

Greetings blog,

I know we are having a tetete after a real long time, but it is always nice to start from where we had left once, sooner or later some time.

So here is Yours Truly sitting all by himself at the restaurant, waiting for ‘The Baghban’ esteemed customers to show up for lunch and make me rich …Hahahahahahahaha or on second thoughts. …Hoooooohahahahahahaha the traditional ‘EVIL – LAUGH ’.

Of late, I have, discovered two alternate routes to the restaurant from home, not only these routes shorten the journey but also save me from the wrath of Pinjore Traffic Jam but since every thing has pros and cons, the main hassle faced by me is, the path (read as the ‘road’ followed by me, where the aforesaid is totally or partially non existent at places) to be followed is yet to be constructed and for the major part of the travel, I have to drive through a dry river bed (sounds adventurous, doesn’t it ??, trust me it is, for further details keep reading…patience pays …hmmmmm) the concept of street lightening is totally non existent through out the so called short cut and if you are lucky enough, you may get to see an Indian mongoose, cobra, krait or even a wild boar and enough storks as you drive along the corn and ‘charri’(read fodder) crops and cross through the seasonal chows of water for the destination proclaimed as ‘home sweet home’. Well all this does actually make you feel at home in nature’s lap and you thank the almighty God for the abundant beauty bestowed upon us and just then one look at your car tyres, turns the table, the path takes its toll on the car and that’s the catch. L Both my cars need new tyres…. is some one listening.

At the moment I am in my office (read as the 25X30sq feet, 50 seater restaurant hall extendable to 1 acre lawns included...lolz) the sales are low big time …WHY ??? I know not. They say this is the lean period let’s hope it gets over soon. The positive thing is that now I can get the staff do other jobs such as the lawn maintenance, setting up of solar lights (we are the first in the industry to come up with the concept if solar (en) lightening.), cleaning jobs along with pending repairs, etc etc …blah blah. The food at the restaurant is not bad at all, especially the Kadhai Paneer along with Butter Naan and Dal Makhni combo meal tastes nothing less than mana dew. We have our own kitchen garden where we grow Radish, Spinach, Mustard, Onions, Garlic, Potatoes, Green chillies and enough of other leafy grub.

Everything may seem to be in place but there are miles to go before I sleep.

Peace

Inderjeet

Ahmedabad traing days ......................... A blast from the past

2007-10-05T10:07:00.000-07:00

Well at times we (or at least I do) wonder why do we have a power cut when we get to the best part of the movie, any ways keeping my own exclusive self proclaimed ramblings apart here are series of events (both eventful and uneventful, of course) I have been up to lately

My day (the weekends) are jumpstarted around 8 in the morning with the sahayaks trying hard to wake me up (I just love to sleep these days) and what follows is a bath and getting ready followed by a nutritious breakfast of milk and cornflakes along with 4 slices of bread (with butter or jam, though I generally prefer butter), I have a DR (an army dispatch rider) waiting to escort me to the Sakar-2 building (err…. my present office) at 9, my mode of transportation is an Enfield (standard black model) on which I ride as the pillion, pity I cant drive army vehicles(sigh! Guess it does pay to be an Army man, guess all those ads being showed by the media are not a farce). I reach the T.C.S. A’ bad (read as Ahmedabad) reception somewhere around 9:15 and mark up my attendance in the trainee register (I am the only trainee in the morning shift 7 am – 3 pm, so much for being punctual ;-)) Well after two coffee breaks and one lunch break and of course some classified typing, it is time for me to wind up things, after a series of hand shakes I find my self on the ground floor at the main exit.

The aforesaid events are followed by a brisk walk session (around 2-3 kilometers) till the Lal Darwaza bus stand and from here I board the bus (route 102 or105) subject to their availability, this journey costs me a ‘fair enough’ (This phrase has been added to my vocabulary courtesy Mr. Anuj Bhardwaj, thank you) Rs.6/-, well another half a kilometer of brisk walk brings me home (home is where the heart lives i.e. House No. 36, Phase-IX, Mohali Punjab India 160059.)

“Hi honey I am home”

And then I realize “Hey, I aint married yet”(A PJ indeed ;-)), what follows next is slumber, I wake up yawning around 6:30(pm that is IST, hello! I am still very much in India), savour a soup (corn, spinach or cream of onion) or cold coffee (not bad) and then if you ask me, “What have you been up to?” will always get the same answer “ Me watchin teeveeeeeeee”, Yes, I have been addicted to the idiot box and have never missed any movie(s) especially the ones on HBO. Well, the dinner is served at 9 pm sharp and then I am glued back to the idiot box, till the wee hours till the essence of sleep encapsulates me within its realms. And then, its time to get up again.

Well this is the story at my end.

Peace

Jeet

A post retrieved from the lost dunes of time…

2007-10-05T10:03:00.000-07:00

Well, I came across this small paragraph authored by me during my short stint in Ahmedabad. This was lying in my laptop (read IBM 380ED ThinkPad).

P.O.R.N.

People Of the Republic of Nigeria…lol

Now that’s exactly I have been spending my day lately making stupid PJs and then laughing all by myself on them. Life has become a bit too monotonous I am sick of oscillating between Camp Hanuman and TCS Office at Sakar-II. Any ways true to its name, the Camp Hanuman (The 17guards esp.) is truly a celibate paradise and the opposite sex species are no where to be found in a radius of fare enough length, guess some places are named just the right way.

Bye for now.

Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Not my self......at the moment

2007-04-05T23:34:00.000-07:00

Life was never like this…at least not that I know of ….all I know is that right now I am just not myself …not happy …not satisfied with it …irritated ….why on the earth do I lack will power…why cant I just put in my best …I want to break free…I am not used to living my life with tensions …I always knew all I had to do was just turn around and exit …but then why does it seem so difficult to do.

I did it my way...............

2007-03-09T20:38:00.000-08:00

The past week was the most wonderful period of my life till date, I will never forget it .

I did it my way ..................Period.

Patience is a virtue..........

2007-02-14T05:02:00.000-08:00

Patience is a virtue

Can we fix it...............

2007-02-14T04:02:00.000-08:00

Well, what do you know ? Sitting all by myself in my room after a real long time, listening to music , the Winamp always comes handy, lets give a halt to the idle gibberish for th moment, I was listening to the theme song Can we fix it? from Bob the builder, just pondering can we really fix up things?

Two instant thoughts come to my mind as I type in:

1. Go back and fix up things , the way I always do.

2. Its my life , lets move on with it.

I am going with the second one, because life has to go on, it really has to go on.

Till then
Keep the faith
Peace
Inderjeet

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

2007-01-25T05:31:00.000-08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEAR INDER

HAPPY BIRTH DAY TO ME.

It is over .

2007-01-13T00:38:00.000-08:00

I am glad to be free and break away from the shackles. All I need is to stick to my decision. May the light pave the guiding path.
Peace
Jeet

I am the man.... :-)

2006-12-27T23:20:00.000-08:00

I can do anything... I am the man... I have control over myself ...and no one can make me feel bad.... I am what I want to be and will be ...the future is bright to see....

Stand up for the champions...

I was built to be the best
Number one and nothing less
Leave me to my destiny
I have waited patiently
I have vision' oh i believe
I know I can count on me

So stand upf or the champions
For the champions stand up
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up for the champions
For the champions stand up
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up

Here we go it's getting close
Now it's just who wants it most
It's just life that's how it is
Cause we have our strength and weaknesses

Oh i have vision' oh can't you see
I'm on the move make way for me

So stand up for the champions
For the champions stand up
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up for the champions
For the champions stand up
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up

And when i fall down
I have to pick myself back up
And when i fall down
I have to pick myself back up
And when i fall down
I have to pick myself back up
And when i fall down
I have to pick myself back up

So stand up stand up for the champions
For the champions stand up
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up

Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
Stand up stand up
For the champions for the champions
stand up

Peace
Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Quick realisations.......

2006-11-21T20:19:00.000-08:00

A quick summary of what i have learned since the past 2 months....

1. Ahmedabad sucks .
2. Never say "I love you ", untill you really mean it...please dont foul the sanctity of the phrase.
3. Don't pester your partener, let time take its course.
4. If you plan upon going for long drives DO NOT remove the head rests.
5. Save your car stereo from kicks.
6. TCS has through professionals.
7. Never take your training lightly ...it does matter alot.
8. Never fall for some one ...you never know when you have to walk alone.
9. Your parents are your best well wishers.

Peace
Jeet

Time is the biggest healer..........

2006-11-20T04:47:00.000-08:00

Of late, I have come across some of the most practical and straight forward people (both sexes included) in my life, they actually made me ponder, what we called ruthless attitude, is actually a driving force for many.

"Strange are the ways of life"

Peace
Jeet

P.S.- I love my self.

Too early to jump to conclusions......

2006-10-15T07:10:00.000-07:00

Let the time take its course....PRAY FOR ME.
PEACE
INDERJEET

Something like love........

2006-10-09T03:00:00.000-07:00

I was on cloud nine, I was about to go for a coffee with a girl who was very special then, courtesy some people(read very special people). Any ways, everything was set, the weather was just fine, the shoes were polished (err..well polished), nails were trimmed, a quick look in the mirror did not exactly proclaim me as the prince charming but I was not exactly the ugly toad either, people had been giving me last moment tips how to go about things, the Axe deo was working fine and the Center-fresh tasted just fine (Well, I had been the official distributor for the gum for the evening.) While I had been clicking photographs in the middle of the road, I had a strong feeling that I was being noticed and suddenly my heart skipped a beat, it was her, standing right behind me, smiling looking nice as ever in her pink top and black jeans. Everyone went silent, I wonder why? The muteness of the hour was broken with her saying,” Shall we move?” her voice had the tone of authority and some sarcasm as well but when you are flying on the wings of Venus who has the time to care about all this, for me just her presence was mind blowing.
We walked till the coffee place and what a walk it was! Everything was perfect (or rather seemed to be perfect at the moment), it was windy (kind of) and she had some trouble keeping off her hair from falling on her face. We sat at the open terrace, the staff was very friendly and soon our orders were placed three Mocha Chillos and one Devil’s Own (I like being different).
To cut the long story short, after some time we found ourselves in each other’s company, we were talking, she did most of it, to be truthful I have no idea what about the content of our conversation, I was kind of too lost gazing at her, she has the most charismatic smile beautiful teeth, we took some pictures of ours the phone came in handy and the time just flew. I wanted to say a lot of things but some how just could not utter a word.

The coffees came in but not before certain replacements since the guy (Pranay, if I am not wrong) tending to us forgot the ‘Chillo’ part in the supposed Mocha Chillo which made the coffee sizzle, I still hear her saying, “Excuse me, Mocha Chillo is not supposed to be hot”. Well, I must admit, some people are born to dominate. Soon the righteous order was served accompanied by sincere apologies from the Café staff. Soon we were located treading our path back. She never spoke to me ever again; this was an indication enough to prove that she did not like me and wanted to keep distance. Women generally do not accept unwanted people in their circle of trust, I respected her feelings and I never tried to impose myself on her, why would I ever do so, I just stepped back. I still wonder if my decision was wrong, since I gave up without any resistance or at least I should have let her known that I had feelings for her, personally but some how I never managed to gather enough courage to face those shiny black eyes.

Well, that was the first and last time we ever had a mutually interactive conversation. Still I thank her for making my evening splendid. I would miss her at times but my friends ensured that I would not be sad and some how when I look back, I took it quite calmly, though I never believed I could. Strange, as it may seem but she helped me to grow as a better person, she invoked humility in me, made me humble and helped me to creep out of my farce arrogance. I am thankful to her, since just because of her, I came to know some very wonderful people on the planet, whom I cherish calling my friends.
I do miss her at times but the life must go on.
Peace
Jeet

First Division at last…………..

2006-10-09T02:59:00.000-07:00

First Division at last…………..

Location: A’bad
Date & Time : 21st September,2006. 2030 hrs

The much awaited moment has arrived at last, as I type in ‘Dancing Queen’ by Abba is being played alongside, and today my able friend Aseem Gill would be performing at the Spectrum 2006 at IITD, I wish him all the very best and hey did I tell you regular 6th semester B.Tech. Result is out and I got (achieved 65%), a much-awaited score.

And at this very moment I want to thank Mr. Satish Chhokar my friend, philosopher and guide, he has been the perfect mentor, the above-mentioned score without his able guidance and support would have been a distant dream, thank you for being there for me.

I also thank my family- my father Tikka Barjinder Singh Sodhi, my mother Mrs. Harjote Kaur Sodhi, my grandfather(s) S. Swarn Singh Sodhi (Paternal) and S. Surinder Singh Marwaha (Maternal) for being my constant driving force, my grandmother Mrs. Nirmal Kaur (Maternal) for her prayers and most of all I would hereby like to grab the opportunity to specially thank, my brother S. Kanwar Suraj Pratap Singh Sodhi, who gave up his room so that I could study comfortably.

It has been rightly said,“It is not the general who wins the war but it is his army on the whole as a team.”

Thank you for being there for me and for your love and support.

Yours faithfully,
Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Bonsai........

2006-10-03T21:37:00.000-07:00

Puppy love...........

2006-10-03T01:48:00.000-07:00

Puppy love- Paul Anka & Donny Osmond

And they called it puppy love Oh i guess they'll never knowHow a young heart really feels And why i love her so

And they called it puppy love Just because we're in our teensTell them all oh please tell it isn't fair To take away my only dream

I cry each night these tears for you My tears are all in vainI hope and I'll pray that baby some dayYou'll be back in my arms once again

Someone help me, help me please Is the answer up above How can i oh how can i tell themThis is not a puppy love

This is not a puppy love This is not a puppy love (not a puppy love) This is not a puppy love This is not a puppy love.

Love me.....please

2006-09-26T20:49:00.000-07:00

My heart, it speaks a thousand words, I feel eternal bliss. The roses pout their scarlet mouths, like offering a kiss. No drop of rain, no glowing flame has ever been so pure, if being in love can feel like this then I am in love for sure.

Borrowed from the song 'O re chhorrey' in the movie Lagaan

Happy Birthday..............

2006-09-25T20:29:00.000-07:00

Flowers for the lady.

Happy Birthday Miss Gunveen Bhasin aka Sanaya.

Lionel Ritchie- Hello (A song for the Birthday girl.)

With Love
Jeet

Pain in the neck..............

2006-09-20T20:44:00.000-07:00

The title of this very post has been the very topic of my google searches, since the past 2 days, I have been in a lot of pain in the cervical area and trust me it is bad ,by the time the night falls,the pain becomes unbearable . I have tried Iodex(Ooh, aah. Ouch), Combiflam, Acupressure, massages, sleeping without pillows, correction in my posture... you name it I have tried it but still so far no relief.

I wonder how could Enrique ever coin "The sweetest pleasure is pain"

Peace
Inderjeet

Where are you Mr. Dhruv Anand?

2006-09-14T22:50:00.000-07:00

Dear All,
I need Mr. Dhruv Anand's contact no.
You may SMS me the no. on my mobile i.e. 09998099853.

OR

Pass my no. to Mr Dhruv Anand (ASAP)

Yours Sincerely,
Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Help me, please........

2006-09-14T22:46:00.000-07:00

Hi, can some body please let me know about the fine amount, for depositing the Reappear form after the last date.
Can I save the fine if I can get the form to be deposited at the university?
Please let me know about the above immediately.
Thanking you,
Inderjeet

3 × 500 miles…..away from home………..

2006-09-14T22:20:00.000-07:00

The above is the very title of the very first song in English( It was a hymn to the lord, I later discovered) song I ever played on the keyboard (read my personal Yamaha PSS-290) and today as I type in, a lot of memories are relived, questions are answered and also new queries (reference made to MIS procedural queries in PL/SQL) are born.

As I ponder over the recent overtures that have taken place in my life I find my self sitting around 1500 miles away from home, away from my family , friends, from those about whom I care and vice versa . While my mobile recharges are becoming more and more frequent and my saving graph shows a steep dive (thanks to software, called Kharcha Pani), the picture portrayed, is not exactly quite pretty.

I am the only trainee here and I have been typing, typing and only typing (read as URS documentation including three days of MIS reports development) ever since I have been here. To be truthful, I am not exactly in an elated state. Things are not exactly going my way and I am some how not been able to tackle the work pressure, .........................(read as alot of miseries).........and of course M2,M3 and ED and I am sure you can gather about my overburdened state(of pity :-( ).

The shi(f)t goes on from 7 A.M. - 3 P.M. (flexible timings as per the TCS regulations) with only one lunch break in between life can get miserable especially if the food (read as sweet yellow dal,boiled potatoes with hell alot of chillies, sour rice and and papad like chapatis) served is not exactly what I may coin as the manadew for Rs.25/-only

Still when I look back , it seems this is just kid stuff to what I have actually faced in my life so till then all we have to do is belive in hope and keep the faith.
Peace
Jeet

500 MILES

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm 500 miles from my home.
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can't go a-home this a-way.

If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

An Orbituary TO 9/11 victims

2006-09-10T23:37:00.000-07:00

MAY THE DEPARTED SOULS REST IN PEACE.
AMEN!

LET THER BE NO WAR, PRAYING FOR WORLD PEACE.
INDERJEET

Well , Well, Well

2006-09-03T07:40:00.000-07:00

Well, the time is 2357hrs in my laptop’s watch while the mobile’s clock has already announced a new day, I am sitting all alone in my room (still in Ah’bad), I have been thinking /pondering over the following-

1. Why do people wear masks?
2. Does inviduality still exist in us?
3. Why do we blame the lord, for all our follies?
4. Is there something called the true love?
5. Why does hypocrisy exist on this planet?
6. Does love hurt? Here I choose to reframe my question in the point 4 as What is love? (Haddaway ;-))
7. Why do, the songs being played (randomly) mostly on radio (at times, I presume) take you in flashbacks?
8. Why did people cry while watching the movie “The Titanic”?
9. Why did the character of Askinov have to die in the story – God sees the truth but waits by Leo Tolstoy?
10. Why didn’t the people climb the very iceberg that hit the Titanic, causing its wreckage?
11. Would Miss. Simran Lamba ever take me as a good friend?
12. Where did Keerat go?
13. Will I ever be able to know all my relatives? Well they are in abundance, just like the opposite sex in my class, just about when you think, you know everyone, you have new pop ups in the inventory.
14. Am I a sadist?
15. Has some one suffered because of me?
16. Would I ever change? Rather, Have I ever changed? As far as I know, persistence has been my trademark.
17. Have I been an ideal friend?
18. Why is there war in the world?
19. Why am I interested in reading books, all of a sudden?
20. When will I die?
21. Will I have a painful death?
22. Is it right to use weapons for peace?
23. Was the war in Iraq necessary?
24. Should I leave India for better career prospects, will this be betraying your own country?
25. Is the Tata family really Indian? They are born abroad, they grow abroad, study abroad, shop abroad, while they are in India they eat imported food, live in lavish international hotels travel in imported cars and then its time for them to go back abroad, reasons: The cant stand the hot Indian summer.
26. Why was Ustad Bismillah Khan Sahib not given timely financial and much awaited Bharat Ratna award in time?
27. Is Benaras seriously a place, which is serene, where people of all communities live in harmony?
28. Is Osama Bin Laden another Bhindranwale?
29. Why do we experience peace and liberation at The Golden Temple at Amritsar?
30. Will I ever see Koharka?
31. Can the scientists actually bring the wooly mammoth back to life?
32. Wouldn’t it have been cool to have a T-rex as a pet?
33. When will people understand the Sikh turban is not a hat/cap but a part of their religious identity?
34. THE SIKHS ARE NOT TERRORISTS.
35. Its time to stop before I get emotional and get carried away.

Do feel free to send in your comments, may they will serve as an eye-openers for others and me!
Thanking you,
Jeet

Are the results out?

2006-08-31T21:27:00.000-07:00

This is a humble request to everybody, please inform me(09998099853) about my PTU result

1st Sem.- Physics

2nd Sem.- Maths 2 & E.D.

4th Sem. -Maths 3 and also about the 6th Sem. Regular result.

Thanking you,

Inderjeet Singh Sodhi
(University Roll. No. - 317031190)

One night in the Rajdhani Express.................

2006-08-11T20:48:00.000-07:00

Day: 10th August, 2006
Time : 1730 hrs (IST)
Location : The New Delhi Railway Station
17 hrs since I left Chandigarh, I was tired, my trip to Noida was vain( I still wish to see the malls , Sigh ! May be some other time). I was thoroughly checked at the Railway station , my luggage was scrutinized to core level by the Delhi Police (Always there for you.)
Pretty soon I found my self standing at Platform No. 1 and had about 2hrs to kill before I boarded the Rajdhani Express. The heat was killing me and I had the usualwet look , the only place I found solace was under a fan and trust me, the feeling was heavenly at that moment.
Soon I was bored, bored of standing, bored of observing people, bored of almost every thing ,just then,there arrived a lady dragging her VIP (from the otherside sans the wheels , there are times when women out shine everybody when it comes to stupidity, what say ? lol Hey No Offences!) I helped her to figure out the righteous path (pun intended) for which the Madame was very grateful, I was feeling nice, calm (one more good deed for the day )and much happy dunno why?( At times a few nice and grateful words can do, wonders in a few seconds ,what medicines and science may take years to do, does any one agree?
Soon, what followed were the hunger pangs and I had to satisfy myself by savouring the elastic Vadas and Dosa (may be it was fried in crude oil) and to top it all the Sambhar was nothing but chilly powder mixed with water. I do hope you do get the picture.
A quick look at the LED at the platform informed me about the IST 1825hrs,"Another hour!", I muttered to my self and I found my self teleported to the book stall and the first book to catch my attention was the Five Point Someone-Chetan Bhagat soon the charaters of Hari, Alok and Ryan were giving me company and the feeling of solitude was lost for a while. I some how cherished reading the aforesaid, may since I read it at night (the night before my DBMS II exam lol). By the time I left the stall I had Mr. Bhagat accompanying me morphed as One night @ the call centre. And trust me what followed werea series of infinte events of conflicts between me, myself and God .
Soon it was 1926hrs IST by the LED clock and The Rajdhani Express chugged in right on time and all draped in .............cont.

orange and cream, India’s pride and I guess, it is the only train which has maintained its reputation, by reaching (always) on time, Anyways seat no. 6 (which costed me err... my parents a whooping Rs.1230/-only) in the AS/3, (a Three-tier Sleeper Air Conditioned…. guess its not always cheap to be comfortable…it was a 15hr journey) compartment awaited me, thanks to the last minute booking, which came to me like a miracle, that came true since my name was in the waiting list.

I was the first one to enter the bogie (stupid name I know …lolz), I had the window seat but in these so-called 3A(Three Tier AC- Sleeper) noise free compartments, you hardly get to see outside, courtesy the extra dark filmed glass used, well I had to satisfy myself with the, ‘You cant get every thing.’ theory, though I wondered, whether the trains needed permission for having colored film, an offence and security threat that generally (en)lightens you(r) wallet by a whooping Rs.1000/- (I don’t know if you have noticed this but this is almost equal to the money spent on my journey ) and I know I used the ‘whooping’ again oops ;-).

Well with my luggage (read as the fake Diesel bag I bought in Goa when my trusted bag gave away, by the way for Rs. 500/- what seemed a steal to me was just the opposite to my friends…. Sigh! I don’t want to bore any one with the history of my bag) neatly tucked under the seat, I sat down at last. A quick glance at my watch (read as Dilsher’s/ Charan’s ‘the argument still continues’ 3315, that I have been using as an alarm clock, watch and of course as a mobile though I still miss my W800i at times…ok sorry no more history lessons, I wonder why am I sounding like Chitra…(well she is a fellow blogger www.theamiablechick.blogspot.com) mumble grumble.

I chose to ignore the fellow passengers since I never bothered to have a chat with them, moreover, my mind was preoccupied by the Royal blue book which, I held in my hand ever since I bought it. Now was the time to know some people with whom I could relate my self. Most part of the night was spent in knowing Mr. Shyam Mehra a.k.a. Sam Marcy better, well as I read further the bond between Sam and Jeet (a pseudo name for me) kind of grew stronger. Well we both hated to work under pressure, the bosses (read some pathetic teachers in my case) thought of us as their private property and almost used as slaves, our folks thought of us as good for nothing blokes, both of us depended on friends for help, liked being at all hip places and good food joints and last but not the least we both were having problems in our love lives and we had been dumped at some time or the other in short we were familiar with the word ‘no’ in a much better manner then the affirmative ‘yes’. Yes, rejection was our cup of tea exclusively (but some how I prefer coffee over tea hehehehe)

I was reading, when I find something interesting to read (though that is very very very rare) I prefer to finish it in one go…guess this is the only time when my brain works like a compiler (Confused!!! About the compiler’s entry …hehehehehe pick up a Computer Networks by Tannenbaum and look for the Compiler vs. Interpreter and you will get the answer, guess it does pay to be a Computer Science and Engineering student at times lolz.) I was lying on the top birth with a proper bed laid for me bed sheets, blanket, pillow et all. The only breaks I had taken so far were for soup and dinner, I was almost half way through (the book and the journey) just when the guy next to me requested me to switch off the light (a luminescent yellow bulb and neon tube light), well when you are on the topmost birth, tasks like aforesaid are not always appreciated especially when you are engaged in reading something to which you can easily relate your self to, but still I got down and my fellow passenger was more than thankful, thus there was another good deed added.

Well there I was, standing in the compartment did not feel like climbing up again, I sat on another seat, which was somehow all empty though a comfy bed had been laid there as well, another glance at the 3315 confirmed the time 0216hrs IST (yes, I was still pretty much in India lolz), so the next day had started and I had already done one good deed for the day but still I could not sleep, the guilt of leaving Sam (my new best friend, who had been giving me company ever since I boarded the Rajdhani all along) was a little to much to bear so I started reading again and I don’t exactly remember when I dozed of and I only woke up when the catering staff woke me up for the breakfast. Soon after breakfast it was time to get back to reading, just when Mr. Ganesh Gupta had made his entry in the (read our) story, and I (rather we were) already chalking out plans to get rid of him, true friends follow the code of conduct of the Musketeers “All for one and one for all”.

Well by the time I finished reading Sam had already taken me to the best of the places in the NCR - clubs, cafes, Pizza Hut and even to the Rail and the Doll museums, while I just took him to the toilet and seat no.6 (I know that was bad on my part as a friend.) I (re)read certain parts of the book again just to understand the intensity of emotional pain suffered by my friend in one single night, while I had been pondering over such thoughts, the staff came up with the rating forms I gave them what we call a B+(pun intended), soon the all these guys (the staff) were literally begging for tips.

A flashback

Date: 23^rd November 2005

Place: A marriage place on the high way near Ludhiana

Talking about tips reminds me of an incident when we (my classmates and I) were at a friend’s sister’s marriage, all of us had been having fun the dinner was over we all were over stuffed and were talking about stuff (genuine male gossip ;-)) and soon we had the waiters swarming over us for tips begging us, falling on our feet, crying and using all sorts of heart rendering techniques.

Anyways all is well that ends well.

A reality check Ahmedabad Junction had arrived (1010 hrs IST- On time), the passengers rushed towards the exits (Indian mentality? I asked my self) soon the compartment was empty, I picked up my bag and headed for the exit, thus my trip in the Rajdhani was over but as I walked out of the train I knew that the memories were going to be with me for a very long time to come.

Peace Jeet

PS 1.Thank you Mr. Chetan Bhagat for a book, which made my journey, seem much shorter.

2.Thank you Indian Railways for providing me an environment where I could read comfortably.( B+ ;-) lolz)

Life in Gujarat...........

2006-07-22T02:59:00.000-07:00

" Welcome to India, where the cows eat hay and we drive autorickhaws every where"

Life in Gujarat hmmmmmmmmmmmm, where do I start .........

I have put up somewhere near the S.V.P. Airport (International namesake, if you thought the airport at Amritsar was bad this airport will definately change your defination of bad. (Hint:Stray cattle lol ;-) . )I finally got my training all fixed up at T.C.S. Ahmedabad without any jeck. I had to clear a aptitude test( the logical reasoning was real tough though.)

Life in Ahmedabad is not exactly a peace of cake, though till now I have not suffered problems regarding residence or transportation thanx to my relations here. The core problem I have to face here is the language barrier and food (these guys use sugar even in samosas ,I hope you do get the picture) no spices and taste is derogatory to your tastebuds.

The T.C.S. office is located at Sakar II (this is the name of the building) on the 8th floor (the lift seldom works) I have been given a make shift cubical whose location changes with each comming day. lol. I am working here on a website development project . I have an eight hour shift here from 3-11pm without break(s) :-(. I have to work upon JSP,Servlet,HTML and Oracle 10g at least I know all the full forms now lol. We all are given IBM(think centre) to work, they are kinda low on RAM though (256 Mb.) We use two editors mainly the Edit plus and the Java- Eclipse, they make the work kind of easy (thanks to ergos ).

I am a part of a team which consists of about 25 members - java programers, dba s,data migration experts and the list goes on . I have been asked to get a certification ( Java or Oracle), since that is one of the company's eligibility criterions. The office is all blue and gray ( that is the interiors) , the staff is primarily Gujarati, they do seem to be a help ful bunch of people , So far so good.

We have a " Hot Indian Masala" look alike in the office only she is much hotter ;-)

Life in the Indian Army is worth living , I have been giving some serious thoughts about giving some preliminary tests as well. MBA will have to wait till the next year but trust me I will bell the CAT , talking about the CAT , I met Arash, we were classmates in Gian Jyoti(GJPS) he is at IIM Ahmedabad , he has changed alot , a hardcore optimist with a straight forward approach towards life , if you ever feel low or confused about your life you know whom to contact.

Gotta go, my work beckons me.
peace
Jeet

Kem cho?

2006-07-15T00:45:00.000-07:00

maja ma?
lol
peace
Inderjeet

Adios........

2006-07-12T13:52:00.000-07:00

I am going bbye
Peace
Jeet

This had to be here....................

2006-07-11T14:13:00.000-07:00

Father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was
astonished to see the bed was nicely made and
everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an
envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the
pillow. It was addressed

"Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the
envelope and read the
letter with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing
you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new
boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with
Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy
and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him
you'll like him too - even with all his piercing,
tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the
passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants
me to have the kid and that we can be very happy
together. Even though Randy is much older than me
(anyway,42 isn't so old these days is it?), and has no
money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way
of our relationship, don't you agree?

Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a
trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for
the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends
as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own
way. He wants to have many more children with me and
that's now one of my dreams too. Randy taught me that
marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be
growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends
for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the
meantime, we'll pray that science will find a
cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure
deserves it!!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how
to take care of myself.
Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get
to know your grandchildren.

Your loving daughter,
Rosie.

At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO".
Hands still trembling, her
father turned the sheet, and read:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the
neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that
there are worse things in life than my report card
that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and
call when it is safe for me to come home.

Balle ni Punjab diye sher balliye............

2006-07-08T09:07:00.000-07:00

Sache rab nal ishq kre koi koi, shohrat nal hr koi ishq karda e,saavle rang nu pasand kre koi koi, gore rang te hr koi marda e, o duniya nal nhi mildi pasand saadi, asi vakhra pasand kujh karde aan,rang roop sabh rab diyaan mehraan ne, asi taan gulaabi pagg de 7 pechaan te marde aan............

Yaad kita e dil ne tenu, tu kithe laaye dere ne,lubh lubh main taan thakk challi,sunne disde chaar chufere ne, ik vaar aa k mil ja menu, ve menu ohi do pal bathere ne.......

Tim timaunde taareya,dukhan deya maareya, saade vaangu tu v een udaas,tera chan te mil jaavega, saade di nahi aas......

Sajjna ve takht hajaareyan chon vekhin,saadi kulli nu rangle munaareyaan chon vekhin , raati utth utth karaan main yaad tenu, kde sohneyaan ve chann ban taareyan chon vekhin...........

Peace
Jeet

Happy Birthday(s)................

2006-07-07T21:30:00.000-07:00

C.O. Col. Ranjit Singh

Er. Dilsher Singh

Well this is Inderjeet wishing both of you gentlemen a very happy birthday.
Peace
Jeet

Ash..............

2006-07-07T21:28:00.000-07:00

courtesy- Miss Harika Chaddha

Of IT and abbreviations..........

2006-07-07T20:40:00.000-07:00

I came across this somewhere-

1. NIIT : Not Interested in IT

2. WIPRO : Weak Input, Poor & Rubbish Output

3. HCL : Hidden Costs & Losses

4. TCS : Totally Confusing Solutions

5. INFOSYS :Inferior Offline Systems

6. HUGHES : Highly Useless Graduates Hired for Eating and Sleeping

7. BAAN : Beggars Association and Nerds

8. IBM : Implicitly Boring Machines

9. SATYAM : Sad And Tired Yelling Away Madly

10. PARAM : Puzzled And Ridiculous Array of Microprocessors

11. C-DOT : Coffee During Office Timings

12. AT&T : All Troubles & Terrible

13. CMC : Coffee, Meals and Comfort

14. DEC : Drifting & Exhausted Computers

15. BFL : Brainwash First and Let them go

17. TISL : Totally Inconsistent Systems Ltd.

18. PSI : Peculiar Symptoms of India

19. ORACLE : On-line Romance And Chatting with Lady Employees.

05.07.2006

2006-07-05T03:58:00.000-07:00

As I type in United States of America would be giving finishing touches to its Independence day celebrations ,at his very moment, guess it pays to be in the East to be ahead in time lolz. Well I just woke from a comfy sleep to a magnificent and splendid morning, elation surrounds me. Yes! I am in a wonderful mood right now. My broadband has become functional after a tedious dreary long wait, I an W.S's words "ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL" OR as L.P. would put in "IN THE END IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER" .

Today is Crappie's B'day, we have already exchanged texts but still the want of free food haunts me, guess he still owes a party and does not repeat the Hardy's Act of 2005 . Talking about Hardy,Hardy and I have been in constant touch over the phone and H.H. (read as His Horniness lol) often over does things,a nice guy though and I must compliment the guy on his good look s and the poise he carries himself with.( A through Gentleman)

Of late Lionel Richie an I have been best buddies, his tracks have been present religiously on my Winamp(version 5.21 full bundle ) and I have been doing justice to them be listening to them iteratively again and again............ Hello by Lionel Richie is just awesome ,definately worth listening. Carrying on the ramblings, I stumbled upon Sim L's blog , my first impression was -"Yet another blog, another individual hit by the fad", but after going through her blog , she did what she is known for , proving me wrong (again), lol( to be taken in the lighter vein), she surely does know what she is writing about. Her knowledge, interest and ardour for Rock bands and enthusiasm for the game is worth an ovation , way to go lassie.

I have been quite confused about my training and I am having troubles in taking the right decisions, what will it be Punjab Infotech, IDS or others. What would my Major project be - software development or networking or hardware only the time will tell. Que sera sera whatever will be will be the future's not ours ,to see ........... Que sera sera.
Peace
Jeet

Before I leave I would like to leave you with these lyrics, courtsey Lionel Richie-

Hello

I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door
Hello, is it me you're looking for?

I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide
'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I love you ...

I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again how much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello, I've just got to let you know

'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you ...

Hello, is it me you're looking for?
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying ... I love you

Are you educated?

2006-06-10T21:41:00.000-07:00

Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.

- Robert Frost

Do ponder over it, it can answer alot of questions.

Peace
Jeet

A magnificent couple..............

2006-06-10T09:59:00.000-07:00

Mrs.and Mr.Sodhi-My paternal Grandparents

Sardar Swarn Singh Sodhi
Sardarni Kuljeet Kaur Sodhi

Of Orkut and Hi5..........

2006-06-02T03:17:00.000-07:00

Almost everyone whom I met last week had an account on Orkut or on Hi5. Well it was not exactly peer pressure but, I followed "When in Rome do as the Romans do." thingy and I found myself as a part of both the networks , and what followed was completely unexpected I found alot of people whom I knew once but the time had faded their memories as I went ahead in life ( my way ofcourse as it has always been.) . Alot of my ex-classmates, friends and some individuals who were, once an emminent part of my life, were located there. It was a nice experiance to see them once again ( through their pics) , my reactions were ambiguous.
Alot of moments were relived- happy n compunctious.

Time never comes back.

So enjoy the moments you live coz - Kya pata Kal ho na ho.............( chuckle).
Never thought I will use these lines but we never know what is in store for us, ahead in life. Do we? Atleast I never do................. Sigh :-(

Confused?? Yes, I am right now .

Any ways, in the lighter vein just read this PJ-

Maashooq ka Budhapa lazzat dila raha hai,
Angoor ka nazara Kishmish mein aa raha hai. LOlz.

Yours most Ungratefully Grateful
Jeet

Too late to regret....................

2006-06-02T03:12:00.000-07:00

"Teri khushboo mein basse khat main jalata kaise , pyar mein doobe hue khat main jalata kaise,tere haathon ke likhe khat main jalata kaise."

I am sorry.

Yours Unfaithfully
Jeet

Main vi jwaan ho gia...........

2006-05-27T20:22:00.000-07:00

Joban di rutte ik nuksaan ho gaya.. mera dil ik kuri utte beyimaan ho gaya.. neend gayi, lagda ni chitt, main ta preshaan ho gaya.. bhola bhaala hunda c, main bda shaitaan ho gaya.. puchhea jadon main ghardea kolon.. oh kehnde putt hun tu jawan ho gaya...

Another contribution by Bhai Iqbal Singh Ji ( Khalsa College Chd. Vale) lolz

Just felt like puttting the lyrics here........

2006-05-23T01:07:00.000-07:00

Celine Dion: its all comming back lyrics

There were nights when the wind was so cold
that my body froze in bed
if I just listened to it
right outside the window

there were days when the sun was so cruel
that all the tears turned to dust
and I just knew my eyes were
drying up forever

I finished crying in the instant that you left
and I cant remember where or when or how
and I banished every memory you and I had ever made

but when you touch me like this
and you hold me like that
I just have to admit
that its all coming back to me
when I touch you like this
and I hold you like that
its so hard to believe but
its all coming back to me
(its all coming back, its all coming back to me now)

there were moments of gold
and there were flashes of light
there were things Id never do again
but then theyd always seemed right
there were nights of secret pleasure
it was more than any laws allow
baby, baby

if I kiss you like this
and if you wishper like that
it was lost long ago
but its (all comming back to me)
if you wanted me like this
and if you need me like that
it was dead long ago
but its (all comming back to me)
its so hard to resist
and its (all comming back to me)
I can barely recall
but its all comming back to me now

there were those empty threats and hollow lies
and whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse and so much deeper

there were hours that I just went on for days
when alone at last wed count up all the chances
that were lost to us forever

but you were history with the slamming of the door
and I made myself so strong again somehow
and I never wasted any of my time on you since then

but if I touch you like this
and if you kiss me like that
it was so long ago
but its all comming back to me
if you touch me like this
and if I kiss you like that
it was gone with the wind
but its all comming back to me
(its all coming back, its all coming back to me now)

there were moments of gold
and there were flashes of light
there were things wed never do again
but then theyd always seemed right
there were nights of endless pleasure
it was more than all your laws allow
baby, baby, baby

when you touch me like this
and when you hold me like that
it was gone with the wind
but its (all comming back to me)
when you see me like this
and when I see you like that
then we see what we want to see
(all comming back to me)
the flesh and the fantasies
(all comming back to me)
I can barely recall
but its all comming back to me now

if you forgive me all this
if I forgive you all that
we forgive and forget
and its all comming back to me
when you see me like this
and when I see you like that
we see just what we want to see
all comming back to me
the flesh and the fantasies
all comming back to me
I can barely recall
but its all comming back to me now

(its all comming back to me now)
and when you kiss me like this...
(its all comming back to me now)
when you hold me like that...
(its all comming back to me now)
and if I touch you like this...
(its all comming back to me now)
and if we...

Defination of a blog..........

2006-05-23T00:02:00.000-07:00

Blog-:
It is an online shared diary where people can publish diary entries about their personal hobbies or experiences; public online updated chronological entries of links to web sites and subjects with personal remarks by users.

A blog is a website for which an individual or a group generates text, photographs, video, audio files, and/or links, typically but not always on a daily or otherwise regular basis. The term is a shortened form of weblog. Authoring a blog, maintaining a blog or adding an article to an existing blog is called "blogging". Individual articles on a blog are called "blog posts", "posts", or "entries". The person who posts these entries is called a "blogger".

So a blog is a webpage that you are provided, by various blog promoter sites, to write in your heartfelt comments, it may be compared more or less to a daily diary where you can write, what ever you feel like. Blogs in general are made by bloggers since, they feel a blog can provide them with a vent to come up with what they exacltly feel about any thing and every thing .

Blogs that are aimed to impress others are a total farce and I do condemn them strongly,Why pretend/come up with some thing you are not? Blogging is not calligraphy.

The basic concept of Blogging is all about being ourselves, respecting, understanding emotions and feelings of others and not passing our own rude judgements as if we were the high oracle, but comments that are just and germane are always welcomed and enjoyed by all. There are some people who do not want their blog to be read by the public, that is a matter of personal discretion, they are the ones who live their life as hertmits and have a world they create and enjoy in accordance of their 5 senses, choices and being indifferent -a trait both appreciated and detested by many.

Remember a blog is a place for YOU exclusively .

Till then happy blogging.
Peace
Inderjeet

P.S. This post does not pertain to the following-
Community,Cult or Topic specific blogs.

My invitation to HI5.com

2006-05-20T06:02:00.000-07:00

Hello there , be a part of my hi5 network.

http://www.hi5.com/i?l=1P51MLV

Peace
Inderjeet

If you are willing to admit you are wrong when you are wrong, you are RIGHT .

2006-05-18T21:29:00.000-07:00

The P.T.U. semester exams are starting from the 26th of May and I have to be all clear this time as well. The task would require - Me on the whole, to work as a team .

Am I ready for it?

Bring em on!

Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark, professionals built the Titanic.

peace
Inderjeet

Of infinity and beyond...........

2006-05-16T05:43:00.000-07:00

I have lived my life as per my terms , I have always been very content with it, I have no regrets whatsoever. I fear not death because it is the ultimate truth that every one has to face, neither do I wish for an eternal life nor I want to be remembered as a sage, but when the time comes I wish to be remembered as the man-upon whom the Gods turned their backs and the feelings were mutual.

I have never hurt anyone ever alteast never on purpose.

Lake of fire - Nirvana

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew away howling on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July

people crying people moan
look for a dry place to call their home
try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July...........

Peace
Inderjeet

Why does it always rain on me?

2006-05-12T05:47:00.000-07:00

Was feeling low , though after a very very long time, a feeling surrounds me at times, And I don't know how to react.

Am I one of them too -The Children of the lesser God. Only the time will tell.

I have been listening to Kenny G , since a long time now , may be five hours and the clock is still ticking. Well here is one to the soulful evening.

Travis - Why does it always rain on me?

I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything’s alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
I can’t stand myself
I’m being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I got my mind on something else
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
Oh, where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It’s so cold
I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything’s alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
Oh, where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It’s so cold
Why does it always rain on me?
Why does it always rain…

Peace
Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Good Morning.............

2006-05-10T05:24:00.000-07:00

Me with Harman and Narpal

Brothers in arms.............

2006-05-10T05:19:00.001-07:00

Thats Balli n me , we are good friends and one fine day Balli will finance my immigration to the United states as decided by us. Nice guy , I take pride in calling him MY FRIEND.
Peace
Inderjeet

Weddings bells.......

2006-05-10T05:10:00.000-07:00

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS.....

2006-05-09T04:03:00.000-07:00

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS..... RICK RUBIN

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers (ooooh, oooh)
'Cos we are the champions

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
Oh, we are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers (ooooh, oooh)
'Cos we are the champions
Of the world.
I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence (ain't a funkin')
But committed no crime (ain't a funkin', ain't a funkin')
And bad mistakes (ain't a funkin', got it, ha)
I've made a few (got it, ha)
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through
And I need to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers (ooooh, oooh)
'Cos we are the champions
Of the world
(Got it, ha)

I've taken my bows (hit me)
And my curtain calls
You've brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it, I thank you all (ain't a funkin', ain't a funkin')
But it's been no bed of roses (ain't a funkin')
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose
And I need to go on and on and on and on..................

Thank you God

2006-04-24T20:10:00.000-07:00

Hi God,
Thanks for everything , thanks for being there on my side, for me,through all the troubled moments. Thank you .
Yours truly,
Jeet

A night at Tito's

2006-04-11T06:15:00.000-07:00

Don't give up on your faith...

2006-04-08T08:20:00.000-07:00

"Don't give up on your faith..., love comes to those who belive it and thats the way it is."

Well, the prodigal son returns yet once again to the Blog. The sessionals are over , thanks to Miss. Ruchika Mahajan and Miss. Shweta Vashisht the ride could have been awefully bumpy without them, a special round of applause for Mr. Anuj Bhardwaj without whose (acts) the subject of H.R.M. could have been quite difficult to encrypt by my humble senses.
Life has been great lately and I have been enjoying alot.

It is a materialistic world-:

1. The Nokia 3315 ain't that bad.
2. The SMS pack from the Hutch @ Rs.6 / week rocks.
3. The picture quality of the digicams is far much better than that of cell phones with cameras.
4. With faith and devotion we can cross any ocean.
5. Celine Dion ain't that bad , 'All the way' by Celine Dion and Frank Sinastra is worth listening.
6. There is a band called Akash and they play/sing Hindi songs , I thereby enque them in My Favorite Bands list.
7. In the North India it rains in the winters due to the North-Western disturbances over the Mediterranean sea in Europe.
8. MBA from IIM's is worth it.
9. I have started going for morning walks with Phillip and both of us are very excited.
10. I can touch my nose with my tongue.
11. I am a tongue roller. ( If your trying all this you are dumb Copycats ;-) )
12. The Suez canal is only a kilometre wide , yet 37% of the world's commerce depends upon it.
13. The Nile is the longest river in the world , it has two main tributaries i) The Blue Nile, ii) The White Nile( The White Nile is crocodile infested).
14.The Indian Ganges is only one third in length of the Nile , The Brahmaputra (Tsang Po) is greater both in length and volume than the Ganges but both of them empty in the Bay of Bengal and both have dolphins in their waters , endangered species.Their basin boasts of 97% of the jute production of the world.
15. While you have been reading my blog, your heart has already pumped abt 3 litres of blood sincle last 3-4 mins.
16. I can have alot of lassi , upto 5 litres easily.
17. Most of the females whom I have met lately are obsessed about their future especially about their matrimonial alliances and most of them want to be betrothed to some one they love and vice versa (love marriages)
18. I wish Kulwinder Dhillon were still alive...............
19. I am too much used to being spoon fed , its high time I realise the world ain't an argosy with portly sails. Its time for self determination.
20. Its been ages since I played cricket, washed my car, cleaned my room or cooked food I wonder what i have been doing all these years.
21. My friend Harmandeep Singh Thiara is getting married , may the almighty God bless him with a happy married life . Some how I am very happy for him , why ? I know not . I am still trying to figure it out.
22. Coffee at Barista is far much better than the coffee(s) being served at CCD, though the later is cheaper.
23. I am supposed to attend a party at 'The Party', and I cant find something decent enough to wear.
24. Ever wondered, how were the pyramids built?
25. Time to quit.

P.S. - I would greatly appreciate if some one could provide me with Quawallis by Sabri Brothers.

Enjoy
Jeet

The adventures of the “ THREE MUSKETEERS”

2006-03-11T08:59:00.000-08:00

It was the 28th of February and a few minutes past the midnight around 0015 hrs , I was intimated that “ SHE WAS GOING”( She-->Trip), My heart skipped a beat and the then began the preparations , wondering what kind of preparations ;-) ehehehhehehehe , Now,that is classified information. Well here is a clue, Its for me to know and you to find out ahhahahahahahaahh .( I am in a wonderful mood right now.) 
Initially we had a very tough time in finding the Right places in the traffic jammed streets of Ambala esp. the areas around the Football Chowk but in the end the arduous task was completed, thanks to Mr. Dhand and Mr Jha for coming up with innovative ideas and for being the mentors who saved the day.

P.S. Forgery Rocks!! ;-)

At last we reached the Regional Railways Manger’s office in Ambala Cantt.
Well they say all is well that ends well, and this was outrageously proven when we got our 4 tickets booked at the last hour but after a lot of labor, requests and arguments. On our journey towards home the three victorious Musketeers from Bhaddal-

1.) Abhinav Jha aka Bhaiya (Nice guy my partner for M-I)

2.)Anmol Dhand ( now as my able friend and accomplice in all the mischief Aseem Gill aka Crappie alias the dodger aka the solitary reaper, would describe his(Anmol’s) newly achieved title –“ According to the latest developments and after observing the real visual clips we(‘we’ as in the students from IET Bhaddal who went for the trip) do have a name “ COOLIE No. 1 “ ( hey! No offences my friend ;-)) ROFL

3.) And me the great one – Tikka Inderjeet singh Sodhi aka “The Shehanshah”

All three of us were in jubilant moods and then came in the “PROJECT BAKRI” and the innocent victims –

Miss Garima Sareen aka Golu

Miss Inderpreet Kaur Ubhi aka Ubhi aka Mallika-e-Hind ( according to the latest developments) ( hey gill dunno what to say rt now, may be me sayin KATTAL shud suffice for the moment ROFL and hey Crappie wipe the smirk off ur face  )

Miss Simran Lamba aka Sim L aka the rock fan aka @#$%^& ;-)

As soon as the mobile phones began showing Airtel as the home n/w (we had the privilege of attending all the incoming calls for FREE! Yet once again AFTER ENTRING APNA PUNJAB) ehheehhehehe and the FUN began……………. There were enquiries about their rail reservations, by the victims and we told them the story, ofcourse my way ‘coz this was my idea lol.
And soon it was round 2, after certain tag sms “BAKRA” lol, were sent to our innocent victims and then came in the calls-

Caller 1 was aggressive Sim L who knighted our Coolie No. 1 as the A*s H**e

Caller 2 was Golu and surely we could make out, the lady wasn’t exactly in the best of her moods, when we were given DEATH THREATS hahahahahahahhaha ROFL

Caller 3 was the privileged one, the one and the only one Mallika-e-Hind and I was sure that, if would keep the joke alive for next 5 minutes she would be in tears, though her vocal chords had already told me about her present state and then we knew it was time to call it a day.
Any ways as Shakespeare said once “THE WORLD IS A STAGE AND WE ALL ARE ITS CHARACTERS AND WE ALL COME PLAY OUR PARTS AND THEN ITS TIME TO GO. “
……………..And we all enjoyed the harmless fun, still we offer apologies to the offended(if offended), we do hope all of it was taken in the lighter vein by every one.
Just recalled a line from LP-

“But in the end it doesn’t even matter”

Enjoy life
Jeet

The journey ………………..

2006-03-11T08:57:00.000-08:00

The time was galloping away the clock was ticking and lo behold there I stood in front of the mirror tying my turban and thinking about my life and anticipating “How would I fare in the journey of my life?” Some how lately I have really been thinking a lot about my future and the things stored for me in the future, then I console my self with the right things at the right time theory, anyways finally I was ready (Sky blue turban, blue check shirt half sleeves and my fav black jeans and sandals that’s the life the comfy way for me), with my packing finally done I felt like the king of the world (I hate to pack confessions, confessions and more confessions).
My all time friend and mentor Master Gill was supposed to pick me and saved me from the perils of parking my car in the railway station parking for 10 days (n hey did I tell you guys I love my car its like a second home for me I have done almost every thing under its roof from off roading, to changing my clothes, to racing on the highways, being a speed maniac you say and I have done et all ;-)
Well it was time to say bye bye to mum n dad and to hit the road for the railway station
Soon Mr. D.B.S. GILL SENIOR MANAGER, H.O.D. FINANACE, P.S.I.E.C. ……
was at my place to ferry me to the R.S. (ehehheheheheheeheh duh Gill it’s the railway station). So it was Mr. Gill (senior), Crappie, Dhand, Mr. Jha, Jassi and me the great one and it was clearly evident that we were breaking the laid traffic rules (over loading the vehicle beyond the recognized capacity section 234 article 3(b)) any ways we were never apprehended by the so called efficient Chandigarh police A FRIEND IN NEED lol and the journey till the R.S. was nice with the musical honors being done by the newly bought RDB audio cassette.
We finally reached the Chandigarh R.S. it was a nice experience since I was about to travel by the rail after almost an gap of 5 yrs. On the plat form I was greeted by…………………………… of course by people and there were a majority whom I did know even know then (properly). Crappie and I had long walks on the platform and discussed I know not what! lol

Soon it was time to board the Howrah mail, our trusty steed till the New Delhi R.S. from there we were to reach the Nizzamudddin R.S. by means of a local train.

And the journey began………………..

When I think about the First night it was awesome and we all had fun, somehow it seemed more like a bachelor’s party and trust me I enjoyed a lot!!
Wanna know more ask me ;-)

This is me signing off wishing for world peace
Jeet

The 1:10 Howrah mail

2006-03-11T08:52:00.000-08:00

The night was cold with the broken window pane on my side proving to be an inlet for cold air ,my immediate surroundings were converted in to a frigid zone while my accomplices had the warmth of liquor with them to keep them warm , I had prayers with me wishing for a warm sunny day, though I felt it was strange but prayers do come true if the heart is pure and I dozed off and soon I realized I was at the New Delhi Railway Station and the day was sunny warm and I was very thankful to the almighty God .
We took the local train to Nizzamuddin and the wait for the next train began.7 long hours.
The luggage was piled up in one corner and we took turns to guard it, there was a food court right outside the Railway station. We met our IT branch there, had ice-cream which seemed quite tempting to Gill and me but it was more like “Khaania moofallia te **** maarne badaama de” lol ROFL. Moral(s) of the story- 1.) Shit does happen.
2.) Looks can be deceptive.
The toilets were clean and Unisex and I am still trying to figure out which part was better ;-) lol. Since all nice things have to come to an end our stay at the food court was over
I picked my bag and I was walking with the group towards the 12 bogie long train “ THE KONKAN EXPRESS” the boys and girls were given seats in different compartments ( guess , this is what happens when the bookings are done on the last moment thanks to people like Ubhi, Garima, Simran and Shahenshah my point exactly) still where there is a will there is a way , and no high walls can curb love , soon the couples were seen together though they had to cross 6compartments (S3-S9) an effort worth it, soon it was the night, and I was there though I am single but still opposites(sex) do attract. What soon followed was the game of Bhabi and I came rather emerged out as the undisputed champion 11 wins in a row for a moment I did feel like the king of the world.

It was night and getting late every second, it was around 30 mins. Past the mid night and only two individuals from the homo sapien species who were awake were Miss. Aditi Pal and Me, the great one. We were talking about almost every thing under the Sun and trust me! The time flew as if it had wings and soon she was sleeping, guess she was a bit too tired (Piddi, I thought and chuckled and some how I had O’ my sleeping child – M.L.T.R. being played somewhere in my mind). Soon I was bored, I tried sleeping but thanks to snoring by Ubhi. Gurjas,Gurjit Sir and some fellow lady passenger the feeling of insomnia was there to prevail for good any ways soon it was morning around five and I was greeted by Gurpreet the early riser, and what followed was a early morning photo session and my privelaged models were Ruchika, Ubhi,Aditi,Raja , Jassi , Sir and others soon followed the suit ( Vagaari lol). The day was spent playing cards and knowing each other better I came to know names of 3 of my classmates (females) Abhineet, Kiranveer and Harpreet now I can confidently I can identify almost every one from the X group .

One honest suggestion, never order food from the pantry car IT SUX!!!!

I met a fellow passenger Aruna , she is a 12th grade student hails from Hapur and Lives in Goa and her father is in the Indian Army and the coolest thing about her was that she is in the National Boxing team though deadly but very friendly female , we made good friends we shared dinner and at Pune her friends got off , and her friend’s mother brought Mithai for her which of course was savored by us ( Ubhi,Pappu,Dhand, Garima and Me), it was getting late so we exchanged goodnights and I was out on the prowl yet once again . This was the end of day 2 in the train.

THERE WAS MORE TO IT BUT I WOULD PREFER KEEPING IT TO MY SELF.

Peace Jeet

To have some one worth dying for..................

2006-02-26T16:56:00.000-08:00

Just because some people do not
like me reading their blogs, they
wished that I were dead.
Still IJS takes it in the lighter vein
because still for some people,
friends are worth dying for.
May the light be the guiding path.
Amen!

TIkka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Of formalities and compulsions.............

2006-02-26T16:40:00.000-08:00

I came across this part while going
through one of my colleague's blog
and trust me nobody wants to die of
Gonorrhea so here I am doing the
formality.

1.Single or Taken: Single
2.Age: 21
3.Birthday: 25 January,1985
4.Hair: Chocolate Brown
5.Eye colour: Brown
6.Shoe size: 12 1/2

Full name: Tikka Inderjeet Singh
Sodhi aka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

1.Did you send this to your crush?
No

2.Did your crush send this to you?
No, I read it on on my colleague's
blog.

5 years ago I was :
Tikka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

1 year ago I was :
Still Tikka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi ( I
resist changes)

5 Songs that I know by heart:
Sealed with a kiss - Jason Donovon
Knocking on heavens doors- Guns
n Roses
Menu paar langa de ve - old folk
song
Rape me - Nirvana
Cloud no. 9 - Bryan Adams
and many Punjabi and Hindi
numbers.
Some how ,my musical interests
have been diverted to Nirvana and
Black Sabbath , the lyrics are NICE!
thanks to Aseem for bestowing me
with the tracks which have probed to be worth while.

5 snacks i enjoy:
Burgers From Temptaions Sec. - 36
Chd
Butter Milk (Chilled)
Golgappas( Latest to join the
inventory)
Flavoured Milk
Sugercane juice

and I hate :
Bitter Gourd ( Karela)
Radish juice
Ghia
Tori, Tinde...
.....The Gourd family
But Mom says They're good for me.
I love you Mom

Things I would do with $100 million:
I will think about it, when I get it .
Lets try being practical here.

5 places I wud run away to:
Never thought about it.

5 things I would never wear:
Attitude
Pink Clothes ( MANI ;-))
Uncomfortable clothes

All the eeky costumes MY MUJRA
performing friend, Crappie Gill
would wear on the stage

Red or Parrot green Shoes

5 favourite TV shows:
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
David Blaine- Street Magic
The Adventures of Jhonny Quest
The reality Shows
Any interesting documentary being telecasted on
Nat.Geog./ Discovery

5 greatest joys:

Driving my Hawai Jhaazz uphills all
by myself.
Performing Bhangra for self
satisfaction in my study
.
To be complimented on
.
When DAD calls me TIKKA SAHAB

Being with my Grand father(s)

5 fav toys/gadgets :
My comp.
My Laptop
w800i
Carrom
My Air Rifle and knives ( I collect)

5 things I dislike about ppl :
Diplomacy
Lies
People who show off
People who make others feel
Unwanted
Ppeople who take you for granted.

5 things I dislike about myself :
Alot of things and I am trying to
improve on them. May the Lord be
with me.
Amen!

5 things I love about myself :

I can cheer others
I can cook

I can do the pen spin technique
with/ without using my thumb( One
of my most worthwhile achivements
so far )

I am an optimist
I am a man of my words.

I'd love to go out with :
Myself

Introvert/extrovert :
Extrovert but when it comes to
facing public at times I tend to go
numb.

Optimist/pessimist :
Optimist

Pet phrase :
Hanji, O mama ( latest fad to hit
me), at times the Bhau dialect( I
belong to Koharka, Teh. Taran
Taran, Distt. Amritsar - Sifty ka
Ghar)

Interested in :
Having my own identity, Good food,
and Good Friends.

**o n S t u f f**

1.Where is your favourite place to
shop: I never shop but The Dubai
Shopping Festival Rocks!!!
2.Any tatoos?: Delebrate burn
marks instead ;-)
3.Do u do drugs?: No
4.What are you listening to right
now?: The fan on my ceiling.
5.What car do you wish to have?
Now that is one question whichI
won't be able to answer without
Fauji's help ( He is my buddy, we
have been together since as far as I
can remember and he is INTO cars)
6.Where do you want to get
married? Don't Know, I will let you
know when the time comes.

*FAVORITES*

1.Color: Navy Blue
2.Subjects in college: Real Time
Systems
3.Music: Invariable anything and
every thing
4.Given anyone a bath? My Dog
5.Bungee jumped: No
3.Broken the law: Yes
4.Ever been in love: Don't know if it
was love so lets take it as a No
5.Made yourself cry to get out of
trouble: Never

*F i n a l Q u e s t i o n s **

1.How many people are you
sending this to?
Putting it on my blog.

2.What is the last film you saw at
the theatre? Fight Club (Wasn't
worth a Silver at the FR)

Remember when ever you are in
doubt -

" We are reponsible for what we are,
and whatever we wish ourselves to
be, we have the power to make
ourselves. If what we are now, has
been the result of our own past
actions,it certainly follows that
whatever we wish to be in future
can be produced by our present
actions; so we have to know how to
act "

Out of the darkness cometh the
light.

Amen!
Tikka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi

Great Expectations

2006-02-17T09:33:00.000-08:00

Hi ,yet once again . The college strike is over and the expelled trio ( Jaggi Elec.,Mavi and Mama I.T.) would most probably have their names back on the college rolls, all this commotion led me to ponder -

" WAS THIS STUDENT POWER OR A GROUP OF FRIENDS WHO SAVED THEIR BUDDIES".

Well according to me the second theory seemed quite appropriate and then again I ask my self " Would some one ever do something like this for me?" may be the expectations are high but still I wont mind being in the limelight (lol here comes more of Sodhi(sm)........... hehehehe ;-)), apart from these Great Expectations ( Charles Dickens,he is one of the greatest authors) life has been too calm and kind of splendid in a way lately ummmmmmm Tension free is the word and this reminds me of the title I was given on my 12th farewell at GJPS (2002 , sometimes I wish I should have studied while I had time I could have easily made it at PEC nevermind let the by gones be by gones NO use of crying over split milk. ) any ways they called me The Tension Free Tablet hahahahahahahhah still smile when I remember those good old days........................

I have tried my best to board my bus in time but most of the times I still have to end up driving all the way to college . But I do hope the things do change for my own good soon.

10 Things I MUST do before I die -:
1. See the pyramids
2. Get my self clicked in Europe ( The Eiffel tower Paris and The leaning tower of Pisa )
3. Learn to play the Tumbi ( esp. . Jugni )
4. Meet David Blaine ( if he is still there ..........;-) )
5. Tie my turban like Inderjit(Nikku)
6. Buy a good SUV ( truck from Ford or may be something from Hyundai ) and get a Sony Pentagon system with dynamite sealing.
7. Have kids, and let my elder son have the title of Tikka, something i could never actually implement because i was shy of people calling me Tikka and its other stupid versions.
8. Open an old age home for the old , where they would be welcomed and live life king size all on the house and a charitable hospital.
9. Get rid of my spectcles. "LASER"
10. Buy Dad brand new MERCEDES ( The latest model then....) ASAP

May GOD be on my side and I firmly believe that I CAN DO EVERYTHING!!!
Amen!

Freedom

2006-02-07T00:59:00.000-08:00

Freedom

"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake."

by Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

The Bully

2006-02-01T08:54:00.000-08:00

The Bully

By Harjit Singh Lakhan

Racist ruffian, low-down scum
Foul mouthed thug do you think its

fun
To beet up a kid who's half your

size?
Knock his turban and punch his

eyes
He gets good grades and it makes

you sick
Turban-head's clever and you're so

thick.

You push and punch and steal his

lunch
You swing your fist his nose goes

crunch
Bleeding Paki! Bloody Paki!
Swear a lot then steal his money
Grab his arms - push him to the wall
Punch! Crunch! He takes the fall
Kick! Spit! Watch him crawl
Walk away from his crying call.

Lessons start at the school from hell
Classroom's more like a prison cell
Sitting in his blood stained clothes
Tears in his eyes and a busted nose
Bully boys don't stop their taunting
No teacher saw his daily haunting
No teacher said you're a lion Singh
Be BRAVE, be STRONG but never

give in
School bell rings:"Bye-Bye friends I

ain't coming to hell again!"

Running home as fast as he can
No one knows his secret plan
Up the stairs for freedom calls
He escapes from his body walls
Free at last from the violence
Hangs himself in deathly silence.

Where he ends we begin
Bullies won't kill another Singh
Unite as CHILDREN make the

change
Don't let things stay the same
We want freedom - no more crime
We want freedom all the time
No more Singhs will die this way
Unite as CHILDREN - fight them

today!

CHILDREN unite
It's time to fight
The Bully boys
The racist noise
Don't live in dread
Tell the teacher instead
You're not alone
Let your trouble be known

(dedicated to Vijay Singh, aged 13

who hanged himself at home after

being bullied at school)

Some lines, about my life as a "Homo Sapien" on the planet Earth.

2006-01-18T09:29:00.000-08:00

Hi, , greetings mortals.

1. My name is Tikka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi, but when i look back and think, it has been ages
since ever some called me by my name( my complete name) , anyways Sodhi, Inder or Jeet
should suffice for the moment :-)

2. I am 20 years old, will be 21 next week at last i can marry according to the Indian
laws n regulations.

3. So far i have had a wonderful life, ofcourse with regular ups and downs which come as
auxiallary baggage in every body's life .

4. Well I am also considered to be a woman repellant as well ,lol.

5. I hate to be told things ,I love to live the life to its fullest without any rules and
regulations.
Note-: Rules are meant to be broken.

6. I am an avid fan of "Great illustrated classics" ,My favourites being the Call of the
wild, Wild fang, Swiss Family Robinson and of course Pollyanna.

7. I, at times do relate my self to the characters of the plays and movies who are well
potrayed and whos roles are of substancial quality.

8. Latest quote I read " Out of the darkness cometh the light", well this is the quote of
conduct for the city of Wolverhampton U.K.

9. Well I have been trying to exploit my hidden talents and the results were awesome- I
can mimic, Sing(not that bad), I can perform the revolving pen trick with/without using
my thumb. I condider it as my only personal achivement till now though I know alot more
is there in the store.

10. Driving is my passion, I miss my trusted steed aka Hawai Jhaazz alias Jonga dont
actually remember people had so many names for my ride but a few know it was an
original LML Vespa NV, 89 beauty and trust me the only problem I ever had was flat
tyres that to only 4 time in a span of 5 yrs, it was my most reliable and trusted vehicle I
ever drove , Well guess what I have actually traversed almost every nook n corner within
a 200km radius of The city beautiful - Chandigarh.

11. If i would have not been doing engineering I would have been doing B.A.
English(Hons.) from the P.U.

12. I hate polictics especially students politics Students are supposed to study not waste
their time in elections and pandamonium. Though alot of my friends are into it , my advice
for them USE YOUR BRAIN just dont get carried away, are u listening IQBAL SINGH
GILL.

13. I have been proposed by both sexes .

14 . I am a good swimmer, I can swim for hours till I catch cold.

15. I love to play in the rain , and I love to see the Monsoon clouds especially with the
linings.

16 . I have a passion for quality cars and expensice cell phones and of course Mega cool
System like the music systems , I promised to buy my dad that i would buy him a Mercedes
out of my own money. A thing he well deserves lets hope that god is on my side n i keep my commitment.

17. Well life is the best teacher and your schooling does matter because a good school is
like the child inculcates the values and manners and ofcourse the boon of confidence and
personality, well i am very thankful to my parents who took pains but still managed to
educate me in one of India's finest school. THANK YOU MOM AND DAD.

18. The term friendship is losing is meaning eventually as we are progressing the moral
value scale is on the constant decline or as my able friend Anuj Bhardwaj wud say we are
losing the Human element.

19. I trust people too soon, gotta improve on this aspect.

20. I have a very good onlinefriend/sister Kulwant Basi (Kully ), I am quite impressed by her , coz she is one of those individuals who can make u under stand the most complex shit in such a manner that it seems pretty easy after a conversation with her , I hope her mum is feeling better now .

21. I have had a hairline fracture in my right arm but that was long ago.

22. I can stand on the seat of my Hwai jhaazz while driving and give a standing salute.

23. I have a passion for dogs (esp labradors) and horses (arabian mares)

24. I'm impressed by the Sikh culture , especially by Sikh warriors and soldiers who
have been examples of courage under fire from time immemorial .

25. Time to stop
peace
JEET

Is it love?

2006-01-02T01:55:00.000-08:00

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Is it love?

Love or what?

For all you people who say, "I love you"when you have no clue what love is exactly!!! This is something to

ponder upon...

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest??
It isn't love, it's LIKE.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of him or her??
It isn't love, it's LUST.

Are you proud, and eager to show him or her off??
It isn't love, it's LUCK.

Do you want her because you know she's or he's there??
It isn't love, it's LONELINESS.

Are you with him or her because it's what everyone wants??
It isn't love, its LOYALTY.

Are you with her because he or she kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE.

Do you stay for him or her confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt him or her?
It isn't love, it's PITY.

Do you belong to him or her because the sight of him or her makes your heart skip a beat??
It isn't love, it's INFATUATION.

Do you pardon her faults because you carea bout him or her??
It isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP.

Do you tell her every day she is the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a LIE.

Are you willing to give up all of your favorite things for her sake?
It isn't love, it's CHARITY.

Does your heart ache and break when she's sad?
Then it's LOVE.

Do you cry for his or her pain, even when she's or he's strong?
Then it's LOVE.

Does his or her eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts??
Then it's LOVE.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you

to him or her??
Then it's LOVE.

Do you accept his or her faults because it's a part of who he or she is??
Then it's LOVE.

Are you attracted to others, but stay with him or her faithfully without regret??
Then it's LOVE.

Would you give him or her your heart, your life,your death??
Then it's LOVE.

Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love? Why is it all we search for in life? This

pain, this agony? Why is it all we long for? This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?

The answer is so simple because it's one word called LOVE.

It is such addictive things that even people who are not having it wish to experience it and share it

with others as well.

Love hurts our feeling, but it's also the reason our soul heals...

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return.

You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain

really is until you have lost it
Do ponder over it if o ever think some is made some where for you somewhere.
Peace
Jeet

The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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The Golden Temple

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Battle of Saragarhi-- A tribute to the real heroes. I salute them who layed their lives for the mother land.

2005-12-17T22:22:00.000-08:00

Of courage and bravery

A tale be told

Long forgotten, brought forth

From the memories of the old.

Of 21 men who

Died at duty's call

Who laid down their lives

And let not the fort fall.

'Twas the year 1897

The Battle of Saragarhi was waged,

10,000 Afghans, 21 Sikhs

Yet for hours the battle raged.

Outnumbered and surrounded

And still the men fought on

With a stubbornness and pride for which,

The Sikhs have long been known.

Charge after charge was repulsed

And nary a bullet was wasted

And though the battle was lost,

It was victory that the men tasted.

Now, the defenders ranks were dwindling

And the ammunition would soon be over.

The wall was breached; the gate was rushed,

It was the final hour.

Hand-to-hand fighting followed

As the men fell one by one

And each took sawa lakh with him

Before he was done.

A handful of men, a fort of stones,

Mud walls and a wooden door

But when the last man had fallen,

180 of the enemy were dead,

The wounded many more.

Under Havildar Ishar Singh,

They fought to the last man, last breath

They'd promised their all to the motherland

And fulfilled the promise with their death.

And the world stood up to honour

The heroic deeds of 21 men

That challenged the annals of history

To tell of more glorious action, if it can.

Today we forget our history

As we sway to foreign music and dance

While they teach the Battle of Saragarhi

To the students in far off France.

And we know not the men of Saragarhi

While the UNESCO includes their tale

In the 5 most significant events of its kind —

Collective bravery on the highest of scale.

And we remember not the men of Saragarhi-

The men who took a stand.

And we care not for the men of Saragarhi

Who laid their lives for our land.

- Ganeev Kaur Dhillon ( Student from a convent School at Chandigarh)

Briefing--Two forts on the Samana ridge of the Hindukush & Sulaiman ranges that is Fort Lockhart and Fort Gulistan were a few miles apart. Since these forts were not inter-visible, a signalling relay post called Saragarhi was located mid-way on a bluff to provide heliographic (A heliograph is a simple device for sending Morse code using a mirror catching the sunlight) communications between them. This post or picket had been fortified to provide safety and protection to the signalling detachment. In 1897 there was a general uprising in the NWFP engineered by Afghans as part of their policy, which came to be known as the 'prickly heat policy' to direct the wrath of the tribals against the British. In this uprising, Mullahs (Muslim religious leaders) played a prominent role. It was the duty of the 36th Sikh to occupy Gulistan and Lockhart forts. On 3rd and 9th September 1897, Orakazai and Afridi lashkars attacked Fort Gulistan. On both occasion the attacks were beaten back.

Haveldar Ishar Singh, the soldier in charge at Saragarhi. He was probably told to stay in the post and fight to the death and he would have positively said Yes asking no questions. The soldiers did not have machine guns, but just 21 rifles and an unknown amount of ammunition.

The last message from Saragarhi which flashed across with the sunbeams was: "People say one’s brothers are like one’s own arms. If you were our brothers, you would have seen our plight and helped us with ammunition. But it was beyond your power: the enemy has blocked all the roads. Brothers, we have served our Guru and our Emperor and now we take leave of you for ever."

Gurmukh Singh asked for permission to close the signal post. The permission was flashed back from Fort Lockhart. Gurmukh Singh dismounted his heliograph equipment, packed it in a leather case and fixed his bayonet on his rifle.

The tribesmen did not want to lose more men in hand to hand fighting and set fire to the tower. Gurmukh Singh perished in the flames shouting at top of his voice, "Boley so nihal, Sat Sri Akal."

The signaler, Gurmukh Singh, must also have been a remarkable character. It was his job, using a heliograph to send messages to and from the two forts Lockhart and Gullistan (see map). A heliograph is a simple device for sending Morse code using a mirror catching the sunlight. He would signal all day and signaled though the battle. One of the messages sent by Ishar Singh was "Down to half strength, but now each man has two rifles". The last message sent was "The enemy are inside now, request permission to stop signaling so I can join the fight". But he did not just throw down the heliograph, he packed it into its case before leaving his post.

As i type in tears dwell in my eyes and I give the HEROES who did not win the battle but did taste the manna dew of victory , a standing salute a gesture they well deserve. They stood and fought for the honour of the country and to save the name of their community giving out battle cries--
* Battle Cry: Jo Bole So Nihal, Sat Sri Akal (He who cries God is Truth, is ever victorious). Let us never forget these wat heroes. Proud to be Sikh.

Any correction and views are most welcome --> ijs20002002@yahoo.com

Tikka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi.

http://www.info-sikh.com/SSPage1.html
http://www.sikhiwiki.org/index.php?title=Battle_of_Saragarhi

P.S. - I thank the anonymous blog reader for providing me the name of the poetess, from the bottom of my heart .

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2005-11-26T00:37:00.000-08:00

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2005-11-25T08:01:00.000-08:00

Hi there ppl this is Tikka Inderjeet Singh Sodhi aka Jeet here hope you all are doing fine n enjoin lifes i dont know how right i may be when i say this but " Love is a cup of sweetened Hemlock" . Life has been nice and I have lived it as per my sweet will and so far no grudges though life does bring us at junctions where we look back and feel that we are on the wrong side of the tunnel and the light is the TGB approaching you but neva mind every one has ups and downs in life. My funda in life is live and let live , though i am quite aggressive still the code of conduct does stand rock hard for me"give your opponent the starting benefit but in the end its ME who wud be executing the final touches" . I am doin engineering (name sake) . Well i am a dud when it comes to computers. at times do feel sidelined when my pals talk hi fi shit abt the box then again i look forward to my golden rules may be they cud be of some assistance to u too lol-------

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