Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in Aminur's LiveJournal:

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
10:30 am	Debra Lafave-kids fantasy is never true but ofcourse there are obvious exception 2the impending rule When I read the news  story (thanks to the active reporting by my friend Behzad), I went back to my school days..... And the feeeling was... OH miss Catherine, i still feel mesmerised when I remember the way you taught us Trigonometry. It all started with Sin (Theta) Cos (theta) and later I realised that you indeed were 1/Cos(C). And then the story goes like, Mam, can I come for tution as I am so weak in algebra and mam was like, hello I am ur trigonometry teacher. Now who will tell her that even if she was a Sanskirit teacher i would have come to her to learn Arabic.. Its not the subject that matters but its the teacher who matters. And guess what, then came the fateful day when her old parents left for some Teeerath. I was not aware of the happening and innoncent me as usual, went to her house to learn some more tips of algebra. To my surprise I found miss Catherine only in her one slipper... Only in one slipper, oh my god... am I awake or in one of those dreams that I always craved for.......... Later I thought where is her second slipper and guess what... it was in her hand and she was trying to kill a cockroach on the flooor.I said, mam, please give me the honour the help you out. Oh the way she handed me her slipper,it cant be described in words..:) Khair its a long old stroy... I wish that Miss Catherine had more features of Debra Lafave than of a trigonometry teacher.... Love thy neighbor not thy neighbor’s wife (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 19th, 2005
4:40 pm	Ghar ke khaane I must tell that these days I am having great time having breakfast at home. Gone are the days when Sandwitch and a juice were staple food for me. Now just five or six plain parathas with Aaalo ke sabzi Half-fry (of two eggs) along with Daaal fry (Chaney kee daaaal) is enough for me. Only drawback with such a small quantity of food is that you feeel like sleeping at office. Even a "khichdi" at lunch do wonders when you put some Ghee (or Onions fried in Ghee) on it. Papad and Achaar adds to the flavour. Dont like much of the stuff at dinner but kebaab and/or chicken helps me take a few bite. In the end, I end up eating atleast 8 or 9 chapaatis before I realise that I am diet. But believe me these chapaatis cooked by my mom are so thin that you can eat even a dozen and still want more. I dont think, taste has anything to do with the numbers, its size of these chapaatis. Between the regular lunch, you feel like eating fried "makhaaana" or something like "Chewraa fry". Even fruits will do, but I dont like fruits these days becuse it does not give me the taste of home coooked foood, I was loooking for years. And the best part, is you sleep around 11pm itself, and get up early in the morning. Hope that early to bed and early to rise, will make me healthy, wealthy and wise. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 12th, 2005
3:59 pm	Mosquitos.... Let me start, it this way. Packets full of sand. (I prefer to call it silicon, but then this is a public forum), iron structures, pipes, cement.... safety bucket (to save ur bunker from flooding during monsooon)... well before you start thinking that I am talking of Kargil border, think again. Its the entrance to our house. With, this small background, let me continue the story. Last night (I HOPE ITS THE LAST (aaakhri) such NIGHT)... me and my pra, both were very happy (as usual..) while we went to sleep... Dead hour of nite, even nocternals would have not mind sleeeping...but suddenly i heared cracking sound....well my first thought was pakistanis have mistook our house for indian army bunkers and have started firing.... but then, i thought, how the hell will they come some thousand km away from the border... After giving a concenrating hearing, i found that its the noise of slap! Slap.. at this hour? How come? And when there is not one in the room inside, other then behzad bhai. I thought that, it may b the nightmares of my last date, that I am hearing slapping sounds..... and i tried to igonre it... but no... it was real... I called up.. behzad pra, keee hoya? and then drama starts....   Khoon se rangey Behzad bhai .... Oh my god.. what happend pra? that was my question, as i tried to peep inside his room to look out for the dead body..but couldnt find one...Finally I realized that he was also dealing with the same species called Azolla carliniana... jise payaar se ham aaap macchar kahte hai....and then i realised that the creature has harmed my soft skin tooo.... and we decided then and there to have our revenge....   we searched the whole house to find a few mosquito replellant coils... we were so delighted ...but again it was temprorary.... as we were not able to find the match box... that tooo when we have a regular smoker in our house.... imagine searching for match box at 1 o'clock in the morning (some people prefer to call it night)....... finally we found the match box... how? well when behzad bhai decided that... chhor yaar, ab ciggi pee jaaye  and then he proudly took out the match box from his pocket... Gosh..... Its already 1:30 and we are running short of time, as we had to take revenge, and complete our eight hours of sleep before we leave for office, early morning at 7'o clock. .... Let me tell you one thing... Joy, extreme joy can make ruin ur plans sometimes..... We got the match box and we were so happy that ah... finally we will have our time.. we lit the mosquito coil... and then behzad bhai asked me for its stand.... And i was expressionless.. stand? how shall i know where is it? and we burst into laughter now...then we finally decided to hold the coil in our hand.. on a mutually sharing basis (after all so much have been invested on us by our companies, to teach us crisis management, team building, resource sharing etc etc)..... so we went ahead with the plan.   I held the coil for five minutes.. and then when i decided to give to to behzad bhai, he came up with an idea. Eureka... einstien... I miss u so much today. U wud have envied behzad pra. Clip, meant to hold the office document was suggested to be used as coil holder....i was reluctant to accept that idea, but i realized in five minutes how difficult it was to hold the coil.. so i gave up... Its said  lightning strike twice .. and it did that day.. a second idea from behzad bhai..... lets switch off the fan and let the smoke accumulate so that mosquito will run for their *%##... marta kia naa karta... i agreeed.... now look out for this scene. Me and behzad bhai on the floor. Mosquito coil in the center. Fan switched off. We waiting for mosquito to leave our bunkers.......and by that time we realised that its already 2:30.....we decided, not today.. tomorrow, let the mosquito play their act today. we will deal with them tomorrow so like an abrut ending, we went to sleep. Zzzzz.... (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 26th, 2004
8:19 pm	Bhagalpur to Singapore 8 PM, 25th April Hongkong Airport Transit lounge. Was waiting to board the flight to SFA on my first ever overseas tour. And just thinking of last 24 hours of my life.Will like to share what was my experience for the last 24 hours or so.               9 Pm HAL Airport, bangalore. I was all set to go. My friends were with me. But still I was waiting for two of my friends. After all it was a much awaited trip and how can I leave without meeting them. But then it proved to be a long wait. In the mean time Minhaz panicked us so much that I felt as, if I am not going to get into the lounge, I am going to miss my flight. So I called them and bid adieu to them. I went inside the lounge only to find that I could have waited for another half an hour more for them at the airport. Any way, I was set to start. And I was aware of the amount of "English" I had to speak on my one month trip. So i decided to practice it right from the bangalore airport. And I started it off with the PCO operator at the lounge. After a call to my friend, I asked that guy with a 100rs note in my hand, "How much?". He destroyed all my enthu with his reply "Change Yelle madi" (No change)or something like that. Oooooppps, he was the wrong guy for practicing my english.Anyway I was determined to put myself into American Environment, so I just gave him a 100 Rs Note, a firm look and said "keep the change" with a nod like Clinton. And I felt really satisfied after leaving a change of Rs 3.50 with him.          By this time, something went wrong with my physiological system and body temperature sooted up. I realised that I was in fever. May be last minute hastes while packing things or the excitement has started showing its effect. And it was like my dreams to break Gopal's record of 33 coke on his trip to US  was at a threat.(U can find more about Gopal in Inscrutable Americans, The - Anurag Mathur).          In the lounge I met three more junta from Oracle who were also coming for the meeting at HQ from different groups. There were more in total 22 people coming from the same flight but I managed to familiarise with these three only.          I boarded the flight with fever. The moment I entered the flight, the lady at the gate gave me a beautiful smile as if she was knowing me from my college days. I was about the ask her "Have we met before? Was it at Roby's party?" but soon I found that she was doing this to all other persons. I took my seat and said "hello, how u doing?" to my fellow passenger. He replied "fine, Aaap kaise hai?" God...am i on a flight to US. This guy is speaking hindi.I said "I am doing ok". He again came up with "Aaapka naaam?". This was too much. I was missing my chance to practice my english. Anyway I reverted back to Hindi with him and found that he was Afroz, working in Brunie. In the meantime I manged to find the airhostess who greeted me with a good beautiful smile, and asked her for some warm water. And then I asked her not to disturb me anymore, even for my meal. I skipped my supper to avoid the risk of vomiting it back on Afroz's shirt as I was really feeling terrible.I went for a sleep.          Morning 6:00 clock (S'pore time, 3::30 IST) , "Excuse me sir. Can u please make your seat upright please?. We are going to land", and I was awake.          Out to singapore airport. We got out at Terminal 2. waited for Shiva, Sathish and Rama whom I met at b'lore. Outside the aerobridge, I saw elevator short of thing with a difference that it was moving horizontally. It was new for me and I hid my surpirse to myself. Then I came to know that its called travellator. I was wondering do we really need them in india, at Indian airport with laborious Indians willing to walk a few hundred meters? I guess the government answer is no and thats why we dont have it.          As we crossed the lounge, I saw an "ORACLE, powers the singapore." hoarding.Hmmm the name is still with me. The moment I saw the Oracle Hoarding, I started searching for infy, wipro hoarding saying "INFY/WIPRO supports the Singapore". But I was disappointed.          The feeling at S'pore airport was awesome.Skytrains running between one terminal to other, the infrastructrue, free internet stops,shopping malls. The homogenous beauty of polynesian people was adding to the beauty of airport. These malaya girls loook so alike and beautiful that I wonder,  guys here must be having tough time to find who is the most beautiful one. We took snaps.In india we are not allowed to take snaps inside airport. Now the question is,  "Is it really because of security reasons or we have nothing to be photographed at airport and so its better to ban it?".          We all went to Rain Forest transit resort, as we all had the voucher of the same hotel. The lady said you have the voucher for the common bathrooms/toilets. Noooo not the common on. The moment I heared of the common toilet, I imagined of all such places in Bangalore, managed very well by Sulabh and Infosys (Yes, they are into this business also.!! How do u think they made a billion $)          I looked out for the common place, but I was surprised to see it was all dry. You can't find water spilled anywhere. Surprises again. How they manage to keep it dry. Anyway, I looked out for the toilet, went inside and then I came to know how come they managed it so "DRY". And there, inside the toilet, I relly felt, "India is the best.".          I quickly came out and went for a bath. Thank god, I found water here. ;-). And then I tried to recollect, if I missed anything backhome as I am into this habit of forgetting things. I can only recall my cap being missed at home. Then I found that I missed calling Rajiv and Narendra before leaving and at least Danda must be cursing me for not doing that.          I came out, put my sunglass (no smiles please) looked myself into big mirror and I was looking goood.          We left the resort, as we were all planning to go for free city trip to S'pre. Before the start of the trip, we met four more guys from oracle. We left for sentosa island at 10:am. I was telling one of my colleague, wat a difference between Bhagalpur and Singapur. He was quick to correct me..Hey "its not singapur its Singapore with a stress on 'pore.'"          I thought can any one tell him that Singapore was originally "Singha - pur" meaning place of Lion and was named by an indian king. Any way I was not in mood to discuss.          I was more interested in seeing the city as I remember once our then chief minister Laaloo ji said "I am going to make bihar like singapore". I was interested to know how is our bihar going to look like. Amazing city. With so much of development, flyovers ,vehicles, skyscrapers and still no sign of dust, pollution and traffic jams??          In bangalore, we have touched the nerves of every bangloreans (and thats the case with all other city also), in building just 3 flyovers.  We have to face jams, since flyovers are being made.Till the flyovers are made just "Feel Good".          It seems S'pore has not allowed the development at the cost of green canopy cover. I wonder how we call our city a garden city?          We came back to airport from the tour at 12:00 noon. Rama had idea of an Indian hotel here at airport. It was Kavery restaurant and it was nice. Naaan was good enough to be better than most of the hotels at Bangalore.          I had my lunch quickly, as I had to leave for city again for shopping. I had got the visa for that. I left the group.  Went out to ciy, got my handycam , went for a cable car ride, skytower ride and came back. On the return trip to airport, I found that the cab man was a Malaayaa muslim. When he knew that I am also a Muslim and that too from India, the only question he asked me was "Were you people really murdered in Gujrat?". Surprise again. How come he is aware of it?. I cleared his misconception (?) and said that it was not the case like that.       I came back to airport on time. Before boarding the flight, I saw a notice "Upgradation in process, sorry for inconvenience." Surprise again. What they are upgrading to? And  inconvenience to whom? Please come to our airports and then you will find that you people don't need upgradation for another 100 years.       I forgot my fever in the conducive environment of S'pore.            Current Mood: relaxed (1 Comment |Comment on this)