My Car connect experience

I am one of those who is always on the lookout for contests on Indiblogger ---of course the main reason is to be able to win prizes ---now ! now !who doesn't want that BUT another very important reason is it gives me a topic to write about  and makes my grey cells  get into the active mode --- I wouldn't be flaunting my thirst for knowledge (in other words showing off) if I said that when I start writing for these contests I learn so many new things about the concerned  products. In fact at times I come across a New Product itself as in this case of  CARCONNECT.IN.

When I logged into this web site I discovered that car connect is such an important site for everyone.

People of all ages and social strata can benefit by joining this site . When I say ages I mean the age group beginning  from 10 because at that age  one is in standard V and has learnt to read ,write and understand ----and wouldn't a boy of ten want to know all about cars . How he would love to boast among his friends about the details  regarding different cars , their price the various features the mileage it gives (being an Indian the knowledge about  "kitna deti hai is so important" hahah ).( but of course you will have to log in or  may be let him share your password for this  particular site won't he be excited and won't you become the best parent )

Carconnect is a site which provides one  with facilities like , Comparison between different cars , Car news  and  about new Car launches etc .

Only if this site was available a few years back it would have made deciding what car to buy so easy Not like how it was for us depending upon word to mouth publicity ---sometimes true sometimes misleading.

Though let me share a secret ,. There was a certain Mr X  in our small   township and he was an expert in Cars   we  would always keep an eye on the car this Mr X owned whenever we had to buy a car we  would go in for the same  car as this guy because his acumen could be relied upon. without any hitch.--it never let us down ---now wasn't that intelligent of us !!! You would say why didn't you people ask this Mr X for his advice instead of  being silent admirers and followers WELL   I am still wondering as to WHY didn't we .? that would have been much easier nahi kya ? but then there is a thing called EGO too nahi kya ?

Anyways

So if we would have had sites like CARCONNECT in those  days, we would have saved ourselves so much of  trouble.Just log into the site and click on the various facilities offered , click on the information wanted and hey presto get all the details within 48 hours .Features  like  compare cars ; car news ;  new launches of various companies etc  similarly while embarking on long journeys Car connect could  provide us with all the route details.

No sweat ----if we couldn't reap the benefits of  a site such as Car Connect at least our children are lucky to be contemporaries to this amazingly helpful site. And we will share their experiences and enjoy --in fact I am sure my kids would love to put the responsibilities of the Travel  Department right from buying their car ( money of course they will have to shell out ) for them ,to arranging their trips . I would love to oblige them .
With all details just a click away I can always play the dependable mom and make myself indispensable to them .Thus keeping my image of Super mom intact.

By the way did you know I am a  " B Positive"---that includes my blood group  and also my  attitude towards life .
If I couldn't reap the harvests of Carconnect in my hay days I will make hay while the sun will shine on my children's farm .

This site called "car connect"
Is so important and  perfect
It chooses your car for you 
And makes you   special among the  milieu.



my entry for the CARCONNECT experience contest on indiblogger

http://www.carconnect.in

kuchh yadein college ki

Contrary to popular belief I personally think that girls from co-ed schools are more timid as compared to those from an all girls school---probably because in school they are subjected to a lot of highhanded and snooty behavior from  boys who at that age  consider girls to be inferior, sissy etc and keep on sneering at them ----in short most school boys are the  GEORGY PORGY types..

In college ,girls from these schools are reserved  but confident and know how to take care of themselves --and the boys too have by now become quite human.and gentlemanly and polite ---they are growing up you see.They now smile at the same girls they sneered at in school---getting interested in the opposite gender!!!!!! any way God Bless them .

The PG institutes have a different level of metamorphosis but that can be discussed in the PG anecdotes ---may be  next post LOL

So --  as the story goes ,I coming from a co-ed school into a co-ed college would always stear clear of any gossips involving affairs etc More so  as I was the outgoing types ,hockey,drama,music ,debates etc etc even and AIR artist (ahem not boasting the story requires this mention) so I preferred to have the label of "proud-and haughty " as both a prefix and a suffix to my name.rather than that of  a  flirt .

Most of my friends had BF's who took special care of them But  I just couldn't make myself be 'that' kind of friends with any boy .I was friendly with all but if anyone tried to come closer I would avoid them and somehow conveyed the message ---this far and no farther.

May be the ideas ingrained in me by my NANAJI were responsible for this (ref: BACHPAN  KI YADEIN)   but I was really scared of mixing with boys.

Though one day something happened which changed my whole attitude towards this  gender of the species of homo sapiens.

 It was  college election time, I had gone to the  office to pay my fees when suddenly  2 rowdy  groups entered the office entangled in a very very serious fight --the kind involving hockey sticks and iron chains with blood flowing  both from wounds as well as bloodshot eyes.They were shouting hoarsely hitting and attacking each other ---I was trapped---the fight was so serious that even the clerks and peons looked  frightened .
I was literally shaking in fear ,a boy was pushed and hit so hard that he came and fell just where I was standing I could have fainted --so scared was I .  When suddenly there was absolute silence all around and one of the ring leaders from the opposite gang  caught hold  of the boy who had fallen  then he asked me to leave the office he even asked one of his gang to escort me .Both the gangs stopped the fight  2or 3  from each   gang escorted me out of the office and then  went back into the office.

As I walked away  I heard a loud crash of  furniture  being thrown  about ---THE FIGHT HAD RESUMED--- .
 the clerks and peons were trying in vain to stop the fight ---the principal came out of his office to intervene and even threatened to call the police I don't know what happened  later on as I had left for the hostel.

 But I had discovered that CHIVALRY was not dead and thanked GOD for that.

Bachpan ki yadein

There is one school of thoughts which always associates bachpan with fun and frolic playing hide and seek ---eating sweets icecreams etc---all in all having fun .

Then there is another which tells us about the deprived children and how they have to slog for their daily bread ,go through maltreatment and abuse at the hands of drunkard fathers,step mothers and all that ---all in all sadnesss galore a great tear jerkar.---this includes the slumdog kinds too.

Two extremes--but here's my bachpan --and the middle path it followed .

My father was a mines manager and lived in the interiors (jungles of madhya pradesh and maharashtra   )so we either went to a hostel or to our grandparents for our education .I was sent to my nanaji's gaurdianship ---a true disciplinarian --- who saw to my studies ,and to my diet personally.

NOthing very sad but quite torturous --cows milk ,chyawanprash ugh !! and for every mistake I made he would make me rub my nose on the wall .
Never let me use the eraser so that even the smallest mistake boasted itself prominently on my notebook.and then that punishment. though it did help me never to repeat the mistake.

He even made me skip the rope 100 times every evening(health conscious) .

I happened to be the eldest of all the children in my joint family so whenever a new member of the clan joined school I was made to be their local guardian --imagine 9 years old myself had to take their responsibilities they commited mistakes and I was called up by mother superior-- worst was I had two uncles who were younger to me ; when I was in class 2 they were in KG1 and KG2 respectively and I had to address them as "mama' relations had their own sanctity those days --and I was their local guardian too in school.--I am sure you people must have by now started sympathising with me .

Then it was my brothers turn to join me in Nanaji's house and thank GOD he just wouldn't tolerate the patriarch's dominating ways so my parents shifted us to a hostel ---
But here too I was elder and he the younger so I was found shedding tears  when he got the caining  

One nice thing about my Grandpas house was that My granny did not allow non veg food to be cooked in the regular kitchen so that other "" kitchen ""used was like a temple to us "when will its doors open?" specially for eggs Oh what a delicacy
Tell you something though my nani did not eat eggs but she was the one who bought them she had one ABBU Mia who would come with eggs in a basket and then nani would sit on a chair: one of us kids would go and bring 2 bowls , one filled with water and Abbu mia would dip each egg in the water the ones which sank were the good ones and we would put them in the other bowl . We loved doing this job handling each egg lovingly .

Then the time to eat those eggs --hmmm --heavenly !! the aroma still wafts whenever I think of those days .
Eggs never tasted so nice ever after  ---

Then my dad got transfered to the headoffice and we shifted to a house-- the family together .
This was the time I was in the 9th standard and life had become lovely --7.45 am I would be ready for school and sit in front of the radio scribbling down in my 400 hundred pages note book what talat mahmood was singing My mother saw to it that no one disturbed me at that time .Then 8 am just as K L saigal started his song we knew we should be out of the house else we may be late for school.

We went to school on bycycles the whole lot of us and all the passers by knew us and we knew them because we were regulars on the road .and if any one of us did not cross the other at the same place everyday it meant we were either late or early.

In school I used to be a great singer and also a storyteller --would tell the girls stories of movies complete with songs

Then Hockey: in the beginning I tried to avoid but Mrs Joseph our senior teacher knew I had the makings of a great goal keeper and she ignored all my tears.Am I gratefull ?YES. 

I am also gratefull to her for pushing me on the stage and making me a good artist .

so these are my Bachpan ki yadein .
iske baad toh college "" woh kissa phir kabhi


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MAHABALESHWAR

The escaped convict

Rekha was a qualified lawyer who was working as assistant in  law firm before marriage . Rakesh an assistant comisioner of police (ACP Rakesh Sharma) was in support of her working whereas his parents were against it .and this was the ongoing argument cum discussion which was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone ... there was a call from the office of  IG police asking him to attend a meeting at the IG's residence  concerning an escaped convict  So he left  after reassuring Rekha that he will work out something .

She stood at the window trying to pear out in the dense fog as her husband was leaving ----unable to see anything not even the tail lights of his car she turned around deciding to call it a day and shut the windows as it was getting colder and her 3 year old son was not very receptive to cold ----she suddenly felt a shiver go down her spine as a hand went round her mouth stiffling her cry of exclamation .

It was the hand of an escaped convict who had hid in the verandah and was waiting for Rakesh to leave ---Rakesh was the ACP of that region and Yogesh (the convict) thought the best place to take shelter from the police would be in a policeman's  house.

Yogesh took out his pistol and gestured Rekha to keep quite --he then picked up Sameer who was sleeping nearby and keeping him hostage he rounded up the whole family .He then ordered Rekha to get him some food and warm clothing so that he could discard the clothes he was wearing (those of a prisoners).

A sudden knock on the door alerted all the occupants of the house ---the Sahai's thought it to be a godsend while Yogesh took it to be a threat and went on gaurd with a warning look in his eyes directed at Rekha.

He made her go to the door and open it ---a newly wedded couple was standing there asking for shelter as they had lost their way while on a honeymoon.

Rekha was scared but allowed them in thinking they may be able to help them out  of the clutches of the convict.

The couple was offered tea and all of them settled down in the drawing room ---including Yogesh who was posing as a relative of the family ---Sameer the baby was sleeping in the bed room and yogesh had the keys to its lock.

A sudden shock went through the gathering as after about 15 minutes the young couple rose from their seat and brandishing a pistol demanded the family to quitely hand over all the cash and valuables in the house or face death.Everyone includingYgesh were surprised to see this drama. They did what they were asked to as there was no point defying them.

The honeymooners collected their loot and left not forgetting to tear  away the telephone cable before leaving ----a haggard harrassed foursome was sitting with worry writ  large on their faces when Rekha was reminded of Sameer.THEY  had completely forgotten about him--Yogesh who by now had turned into a fellow sufferer rushed to open the lock worried for the little boy ---But they were aghast to find the boy missing he had probably walked out of the backdoor of the bathroom which was left open by oversight.
Pandemonium took over the scene as the whole family rushed about trying to find the boy ---the fog outside was so dense that it was absolutely impossible to locate him .

Yogesh stealthily picked up the torch from the shelf and then they saw him walk out of the front door ----the family did not know wether to rejoice at his going away or to worry for Sameers safety and whereabouts .To add to it all the old lady of the house had fainted when she saw that her grandson was missing.

If there ever was a scene of emotional turmoil it was being enacted in the Sahay houshold.--and the irony of it all was that the man of the house belonged to a profession which took care of the worries of  other  people ---"the policeforce."

About an hour or so later they saw Rakesh's car enter the driveway ----Rekha rushed out and almost fainted in his arm's just uttering ----"Rakesh  ....SAMEER...."

Rakesh supported her reassured her that all was well and Sameer was with them .

Yogesh got down from the car with Sameer in his arms .

Rekha at once pointed an acccusing finger at him and praised God that he had sent the culprit to book i.e. in Rakesh's custody --she  also threatened Yogesh that she will  file a case of kidnapping against him .

Rakesh was astonished to here all this and said that Yogesh had saved Sameer from the clutches of a hyena ,an animal so commonly found in those parts and which had the reputation of attacking and killing babies in the vicinity. He then told them how he had seen Yogesh fight and shoot  the Hyena which was trying to drag Sameer as prey.

The wounded Yogesh  told Rakesh that he was the escaped murderer  about whom  the police and the people had been alerted --he then told them his story and said that he was innocent --but  he needed time to prove his innocence --and that was the reason he had tried to escape  from the police van.

Rakesh told him that he believed his version because a man who could put his life in danger to save the life of a child cannot be a murderer ---then he asked Rekha to take up Yogesh 's case as her first post marriage fight in the courtroom ---his parents too could  not object to this .The man who had saved their grandson had to be protected.

There were smiles on all the faces in the room .

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Needless to say that the honeymooners  could not go far as the fog was dense they were caught and the stollen articles returned to their respective owners .

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Rekha hit the headlines as the regions up coming defence lawyer when she proved that Yogesh was the victim of a framed case where the actual murderer was the brother of the victim and he had murdered his own brother for share in ancestral property.

RISHTEY

Rishte libaas nahi ho sakte woh toh baste hai dilo me 
jo jism pe sajte hai woh rishte nahi hotey 

Rishte toh ban jate hain pal do pal mein bas
har lamha jeete hain yeh ,par,  ta umra hamare saath

rishta panaptaa hai diloin mein diloin ke beech 
ik baar jud gaya toh phir toda nahi jaataa.

kayee bar yu bhi hota hai jhatak deta hai koyee hath,
par dor nahi tootati hai yadon ki kabhi bhi.

bandh jaati hai jab dor koyee beech diloin ke ,
toh faasle meelon ke matlab nahi rakhte.
chaaho shayad na tum kisi rishte ko nibhana
par yaad ban ke woh tumhe dhoondh hi lega.
            
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 har umra saath laati hai naye rishte tere paas
 par saath nahi chhodta kal jo guzar gaya
 preet ki reet hoti hai kuchh aisee
 ik khasiyat de deti hai har beete hue pal ko

insaniyat , -- haiwaniyat juda ho jate hain yahin pe 
insaan nibhata hai jab toote huye rishte.

rishte hain bante aasuon se ,khoon se,
ye pani pe likhayee nahi jo lahrein mita dein.

paidaayish se maut tak rahta hai inka saath
phir baad mein bhi yadein bhigo jaati hai aankhein.

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kabhi maan ,kabhi pita, kabh,bhai ,kabhi bahan
kabhi dost ,kabhi saathi ,kabhi humsafar haseen.
kabhi rahte hain tere sang kabhi bichhad jaate hai raah mein
par yaadein sab ki rahti hain sadaa saath hamare.

rishton ko sambhalo mat tootne doh inhe ,
kahi aisa na ho tarasnaa  pade  phir  saath ko inke .



रिश्ते लिबास नहीं हो सकते वो तो बस्ते  है दिलो में 
जो जिस्म पे सजते है वह रिश्ते नहीं होते 

रिश्ते तो बन जाते है पल दो पल में बस 
हर लम्हा जीते हैं ये ,पर , ता--उम्र हमारे साथ I
रिश्ता पनपता है दिलों में , दिलों के बीच 
इक बार जुड़ गया तो तोडा नहीं जाता I 

कई बार यु भी होता है झटक देता है कोई हाथ 
पर डोर नहीं टूटती है यादों की कभी भी I 

बंध जाती है जो डोर कोई बीच दिलों के 
तो फासले मीलों के मतलब नहीं रखते 
चाहो शायद न तुम किसी रिश्ते को निभाना 
पर याद बन के वोः तुम्हे दूंढ ही लेगा II 

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हर उम्र साथ लाती है नए रिश्ते तेरे पास् 
पर साथ नहीं छोड़ता कल जो गुजर गया I 

प्रीत की रीत होती है कुछ ऐसी 
इक खासियत दे देती है हर बीते हुए पल को I 

इंसानियत , हैवानियत जुदा हो जाते हैं यही पे 
इंसान निभाता है जब टूटे हुए रिश्ते II 

रिश्ते हैं बनते आसुओं , से खून से 
ये पानी पे लिखाई नहीं जो लहरें मिटा दें  

पैदाईश से मौत तक रहता है इनका साथ 
फिर बाद में भी यादें भिगो जाती है आंखे II 

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कभी माँ ,कभी पिता ,कभी भाई कभी बहन 
कभी दोस्त ,कभी साथी कभी हमसफ़र हसीन 

कभी रहते है तेरे संग कभी बिछड़ जाते है राह में 
पर यादें सब की रहती हैं सदा साथ हमारे II 

रिश्तों को संभालो मत टूटने दो इन्हें 
कही ऐसा न हो तरसना पड़े फिर साथ को इनके 
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Saturday photohunt---theme WATER

A water body at the Pench National Park