Miracles Happen Everyday

Miracles happen every day, change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you.

Jon Bon Jovi

I was sitting in my balcony all alone one evening, when a thought just flashed my mind. It was “Is God doling out miracles now-a-days just like he did during Ramayana and Mahabharata?” It was just a passing thought. And then when I went in, one look at my wife told me that it was one of those days, when she really wanted a change from the usual routine. We decided to go out for dinner. The restaurant was on the seventh floor and the waitress offered a seat for us by the side overlooking the beautiful bay. The waitress took our order and left. Actually it was my birthday and the restaurant had tri-colour balloons hanging all over the place. When I turned around to see I saw a poster on the wall which said “Miracles happen every day: You may not think so, but they do.”   I was flabbergasted. God had answered my thought this way. It was a miracle in itself. Some of you might say that it was a coincidence. But I would say “God is the answer to Coincidence.” So, now that you start to believe me let me tell you of an actual miracle that happened yesterday.

I had a serious issue with my Bankers and I was in a mood to let them know that I am in a bad mood. The Bank is on a busy Green Park road. Parking is not allowed but I always park by the side of a small two wheeler mechanic shop, but still have to walk some distance to the bank. I even turn the side rear view mirror inwards lest I might lose it. I went into the bank and found that the issue still remained. You know, when I know that I am right, like a true Saikorian, I would fight and go to any length to seek justice. I made a mild scene there and almost half the bank’s staffs were trying to pacify me. I was actually enjoying the attention I was getting. But you know, these bankers, they always have the last word. And I had to leave without a solution. All this had taken almost an hour. As I left, I thought “God, what is this you are doing, are you doing it to me alone?” “Shit God” I muttered as I walked towards my car. To the exact place, where I parked my car. I could not believe my eyes. My car was not there. But in its place, a brand new car, an Audi was standing. “Wow what a beautiful car” I thought. It is not yet registered. It was gleaming in the sun. Is it a miracle from God, has he given me this new Audi car in place of my old one? Maybe God heard my plea and wanted to prove a point.  I looked into the Audi, but the keys were not there. Maybe, they are inside somewhere, so I checked all the four doors, they were all locked. If God wanted to show a miracle, he would surely show me the way to get into this car and drive away. Many possibilities flashed my mind. Maybe a flying crow would drop the key from the sky. Or maybe, the key is already placed in my pocket. By intuition I checked my pockets but found nothing. I was sure; something would show up soon, after all it is a miracle from God. The car was simply great, with alloy wheels, leather seat covers that perfectly matched the interiors.  I was so enthralled and engrossed in its beauty, when I saw an old man walking towards me, he is the two-wheeler mechanic. “Here it is he is the messenger of God, he is going to hand over the key to me.” I thought.

He put his hand deep into his pocket and fished out a piece of paper and gave it to me.

“What is this?” I asked.

“It is the number of the sub-inspector of police, they towed your car away for parking here and he wanted you to call him.”

“Whose car is this then?”

“Someone parked it here after your car was towed away.”

Oh yes, Miracle do happen every day. God had answered me?

Sail- A Telugu short movie with English sub-titles

This is a short movie in Telugu with English Sub-Titles made by my son, T. Vikram

All's Well that Ends Well

During the Cold War days, if the USA launched a nuclear missile, Soviet satellites would detect it and their army, in less than 5 seconds makes a counter-attack.

That was the scenario then.
Now, imagine a similar situation between India and Pakistan.

(Disclaimer: If we laugh at our self, it would help improve our health, and if we laugh at our neighbor, it would improve our health much more.) 

A General from the Pakistan army decides to launch a nuclear-missile towards India. He doesn’t require any permission from his government, and the ISI promptly orders the countdown.
                           

                                        

                                                    (Pakistani army posing before the missile to be launched at India)

Indian technology and intelligence is highly advanced. India knew of the launch 15 days in advance.
Home minister Shinde promptly sends a fax to all state capitals saying “There is a very high possibility of Pakistani nuclear missile attack on India. It might strike anywhere and at any time. Now don’t blame me for intelligence failure.”
The supreme commander of the armed forces, the President calls the Prime Minister and urges him to convene an emergency Cabinet meeting to decide on how to deal with the situation.

The Prime Minister instead rushes to 10 Janpath to consult Madam.

Madam calls congress vice president Rahul and they decide that the opposition should be included in the decision making so that, if something went wrong, they would alone, not be blamed. Sonia pats Rahul for the wonderful idea. All cabinet ministers hail Rahul,
“But for Rahul we did not know what to do, we were clueless” they admitted.
Mean while, Times Now has leaked it to the public. "Our sources confirm that Pakistan is going to launch a nuclear attack on India. We also have an arrangement with Pakistan to show you the live coverage of the launch of the missiles on India. This is exclusive for Times Now, No other TV channel can show you this historic launch. Don’t go away, we shall be back after a short break." they shout so loud that we try to reach our remote to reduce the volume.
                 

            

                                      
Digvijay Singh calls for a press conference and says “Pakistan’s aspirations and frustrations should also be taken into account; It is the RSS and Hindu fanatics that they are after.”
The Prime Minister calls an emergency Lok Sabha session. But as the BJP is demanding the resignation of the PM over the latest chicken scam, (some Chinese chicken from Manchuria have intruded into Ladakh and laid eggs for 15 days and they claim that the PM is silent on that issue.) They boycott the session.

The left says “If the ITBP people have not made chilly chicken out of the Chinese intruders, we would have asked them for their help now.”

The BSP and the SP says “Any decision on retribution should be made keeping in mind the interests of the minorities”

The President is a worried man, asks for a quick decision from the Parliament.

In the mean time, a missile had been launched from Pakistan and shown live exclusively on Times Now. But to due to some technical snag it kept hovering round and round over Telangana in Andhra Pradesh.

KCR went into hiding in Vijayawada in Andhra with his son and daughter.

An M.P from Telangana says “The missile is hovering over us because Hyderabad was supposed to be part of Pakistan. The sooner they give us Telangana the better for the country.” But very few understood his logic.

Just then the Indian ruling party is reduced to a minority as both BSP and SP, which were giving outside support, withdraw over the latest Bullock-cart scam.   (The Government had imported bullock carts from Italy to distribute to the farmers here, but they had only one wheel.)

The President asks the PM to prove his majority within a week.
The ruling party fails to win the confidence vote, and is now only a caretaker government.
The missile is still hovering and Pakistan decides to launch another missile.

The Supreme Court, responding to a PIL, says “The Government has made the Armed forces into caged rats.”

The caretaker PM decides to permit the armed forces to launch a counterattack. But the Election Commission says that a caretaker government cannot take such a decision because elections have been announced.

The Supreme Court, responding to a PIL comes to the rescue of the PM, and says the acting PM is authorized to take this decision in view of the emergency facing the nation.
Just then Pakistan launches another missile successfully. Times Now again shows the launch live, including the ISI chief actually pressing the red button for the launch. But this time the missile falls 786 miles away from the target, in the Arabian Sea killing 10 LET terrorists on way to Mumbai to watch a Bollywood movie.
In a heated debate in the Parliament, Soniaji lambastes NDA saying “It is the NDA government that gave a commitment for NO-First-Use of nuclear missiles, and as the missile is still hovering and not struck India, technically they have not struck us yet.”
Finally, better sense prevailed and it was decided to hit Pakistan back with our missiles.
But as preparations begin, "Pro-humanity", "Anti-nuclear" activists come out against the Government's decision. Human chains are formed and huge protests organized at India Gate. Endless e-mails are circulated condemning the government, With a plea “For the sake of universal peace, please forward it to as many Indians as possible".
Pakistan on the other side kept on trying to launch other missiles in their arsenal; the missiles kept malfunctioning or deviated from their target due to technical failures or high-speed wind blowing over Rajasthan caused by the heat generated in the Parliament.
As a last resort Pakistan pressed into service a missile (smuggled from North Korea). But the Pakistan army was unable to understand its software; it therefore heads towards its original destination: USA.
The USA successfully intercepts the missile and in retaliation launches a nuclear missile towards Islamabad. But American policy to keep both India and Pakistan at equal distance, the missile hits a target in the Thar Desert killing an endangerd Indian Bustard) Pakistan cries for help.

India expresses deep regrets for what has happened and offers to send blankets and pillow covers as aid to Pakistan.

Finally, the missile hovering over Telangana loses its steam and falls like a Damp squib in the premises of Krushi Home. The home run by Saikorians for ‘displaced children’.

                    

                                                                            The missile that fell in Krushi Home

And it becomes a tourist spot, where millions of people come every day to see the fallen missile. Our Saikorians get a grand idea and collect a gate fee from all the visitors and make crores of rupees for Krushi
“All’s well that ends well.”

PROJECT QURSHI

Everyone of us know about our’ Project Krushi’, which is doing very well and making us all proud that we, as responsible Saikorians are paying back to the society the way we can. And we can all pat each others’ backs for that. The dedication and motivation being shown by so many Saikorians for the success of Krushi is tremendous. Many displaced children have found a home and a decent life because of this venture.
For those who want to know about Project Krushi go to http://www.projectkrushi.org 

Now, there is a general feeling of setting up similar homes at other places like Vizag or Vijayawada or for that matter any other place. That is a fantastic idea. It will be really great to have, in addition to the one that is at Hyderabad, “Project Krushi-Vizag” or “Project Krushi- XYZ”. I am looking forward to that.

But,

But as I am learning to think differently from some of my juniors, why not think of an Old age home for “Street Parents”, “Street Saikorian parents” I should say. Those Saikorian parents displaced from their families, abandoned by their children. We should prefer to call them ‘Displaced Parents’.

We at Vizag have been discussing this for quite some time as we all agree that many of us will be ‘displaced’ in the future. I am sure and very much agree.

We are in the process of acquiring a 3 acre plot near Vizag, belonging to Manasas Trust, belonging to Gajapathi Family.

The logo for the Home has already been designed:

PROJECT QURSHI

LONELINESS IS THE WORST POVERTY

The typical floor plan and the required estimates have also been finalized by a team of expert Saikorians:

This will consist of mainly 3 houses of 5 stories each, with apartment-like accommodation with a bedroom, study room (with a computer and internet) and attached toilet. Dormitories for single Saikorians with attached bathrooms (without doors) and toilets. Common area for get-togethers. A tuck shop with all requirements, including a wide range of choice of liquor. A common mess. And so on.

The Bye laws and other rules and regulations are being worked out by a team headed by a Saikorian advocate in the High Court. Basically they will be on these lines:

Membership shall be strictly for Displaced Saikorians. Those Saikorians kicked out by their children. And as a proof they have to show at least one boot mark on their backs. (I already have one).

Couples are preferred, but single Saikorians can also be considered.

Couples are placed in apartments and singles will be given accommodation in the dormitories.

The prefect of each house shall be the healthiest Saikorian. (By the count of number of teeth remaining).

All inmates have to sign a bond saying that they shall abide by the strict rules as laid down and if anyone is caught disobeying shall be sent for ‘extra parade’ lead by a retired Saikorian Lt.Colonel.

The children of the inmates, who wish to see their parents, are allowed only on the 3^rd Saturday of every month between 3 PM and 6PM.

The daily routine for the inmates shall be as follows:

5.00 AM: wake-up call (by loud blaring of devotional songs sung by the worst Saikorian singer)

Hot tea or coffee is served in the bed.

6.00 AM: Line up for Yoga practice.

7.00 -8.00AM: change and dress-up.

8.00 – 9.00 AM: Breakfast.

9.30 AM: Saikorians will board a bus to reach various Govt. Schools to teach the children in any subject of their choice.

1.00 PM: Back to Home for lunch.

2.00 -5.00 PM: Rest and afternoon nap.

5.00 PM: Tea and biscuits.

5.00- 7.00PM: Games like caroms, chess or Computer games.

8.00 – 10.00 PM: Drinks and dinner.

10.00PM: lights out.

In addition to this, there shall be weekly excursion trips to nearby temples and exciting places.

All the inmates have to spend one full month of every year with the children at Krushi- Hyderabad.

All apartments and dormitories shall be fitted with CC-cameras to enable immediate medical attention if need be. (Those who want to spend some private time with their partner have the option to switch off the camera for that time.)

All this is still in the process of finalization and open for discussion. The final draft shall be circulated soon.

Disclaimer: This is just for humor, but I sincerely feel that all of us should give a serious thought about it.

Wheel of Time

“When you are young, you have no time for younger and the old. But when you are old, you long for their company”……Myself

For a child, life is like starting to read a book. The first few pages of the new book, he tries to understand what world he has entered, how different characters emerge or relate to one another. How different situations emerge and how they are dealt with. And as the child moves on to further pages, he gradually understands the environment, he can judge the character around, though he cannot predict what is in store in the coming pages, he is more relaxed, then life just moves on to the climax.

                                                    

Incidental Journey

I have to frequently travel around 420 KM from Visakhapatnam to Bacheli, in Chhattisgarh, where I am working at present. Covering around 130 KM in Andhra, around 150 KM in Odisha and the rest in Chhattisgarh.  The road in Chhattisgarh is very good, as smooth as “Hema Malini’s cheeks”, In Andhra, the road was good until the present Government took over and now they are as smooth as “Om Puri’s cheeks”.

Selective Amnesia

I opened my eyes from a deep slumber, breathing heavily, body drenched in sweat. I must have had a very bad dream, I told myself. But as my eyes slowly came into focus, an unknown fear gripped me.  I was in total confusion. For a moment, I thought that it was a continuation of my nightmare, but no, I was wide awake, but had no idea where I was. Where were the rest of the beds in the dormitory, my wooden cupboard? Why couldn't I hear our house master waking us up?

I jumped out of my bed, frantically looking around the room for something I recognized, some clues as to how I got there. Had I been kidnapped by some aliens, who put me in this unfamiliar place? It was an appalling feeling; there was nothing in the surroundings that I could even faintly recognize. Am I dead, is this life after death? I was trembling from head to toe.

Common Sense in IT Capital

Interesting tweets

These are some interesting tweets collected from time to time.

Maybe YSR could have been the CM of Kashmir. In a few years, all the land will belong to his family, and all problems will be solved.

100 phones tapped each day per operator. Finally we have a government that listens to us.

Vote for Baba Ramdev. He’ll be the PM who can help you make your ends meet. Your head and toe, that is.

Mayawati, Jayalalitha & Mamata should now form an alliance. They can call it Behenji-Amma-Didi. Or BAD, for short.

Kalmadi’s aide is in jail. Raja’s aide is dead. Satish Sharma denies ever having an aide. India seems quite serious about eradicating Aides.

Police Manual: if it’s one guy, take a bribe. If it’s a couple, harass. If it’s a bunch of people, lathi charge. If it’s a mob, disappear.


According to Census 2011, there are 940 females for every 1000 males in India. Those 60 unfortunate men join the Ram Sena, I guess.

Dear Baba Ramdev, we can’t ban 1000 & 500 rupee notes. We are a secular country. So we need to respect all denominations.

Some days, Digvijay Singh makes no sense. Other days, he is silent

Two weapons against corruption: Lokpal and Chappal.

A documentary on King Fisher’s planes – Saare Zameen Par.

I really don’t understand why people consider alcohol to be a problem. Chemically speaking, it’s a solution.
 

Since 1977, West Bengal has been crawling along at approximately 0.00000000001 kmph. They’ve just covered 3 CMs in 34 years.

Gandhi would have been a great bowler. He could spin as well as fast.

Baba Ramdev is going to create an army with a headcount of 11,000. Or a leg-count of 22,000. Depending on which side is up.

25-paise coins to go off circulation from Jun 30. The Govt. feels they can’t handle one Anna, so there’s no need for four.

Every night families in rural U.P. must be having nightmares of Rahul Gandhi piling on to their dinner and whacking their charpai.

Kalmadi: So what are you here for?
Anna: Jan Lokpal bill. And you?
Kalmadi: Er… video bill, sponsorship bill, catering bill, etc.

All MPs to get iPads. Awesome. As one would say, from anPad to iPad in 3 days.

Hyderabad may have a nice past. And a great future. But there’s no current.

Anna Hazare breaks vow of silence. So Manmohan Singh wins this one.

PM says India and China are good friends. Of course we are. We have so much in common. Like Arunachal Pradesh.

What? Russia has banned the Gita? We should immediately retaliate by banning “Problems in General Physics” by Irodov.

State Hero to National Joker