Friday, November 27, 2015

Have a great day, she said

Just yesterday I was out getting groceries for myself at a superstore. I finish shopping, pay and collect my stuff and the cashier very sweetly says "Have a great day, Happy Thanksgiving"

Now I know everyone says it all the time, and they all mean well, but it sort of got me thinking.

Thinking of a man, far away from a safe place like ours. Just like us, he kisses his baby goodnight, takes his wife in his arms and goes to sleep every night, hoping this isn't their last. But he isn't right this time. He wakes up to the sound of an explosion, a ringing noise and then his baby crying. He frantically searches for his wife, instead finds a hole where his living room used to be, and his wife's lifeless corpse. He rushes to get his baby, takes whatever little of his belongings he can find, his phone and all the cash he can scrounge and runs out with his baby, walks for miles evading guns on the ground, bombs in the air and drone missiles from the heavens and somehow reaches a port where someone takes all his money for a 10% chance of surviving the ocean to reach a place where he may not die.

He takes the chance, says a quiet prayer and hops onto the boat with his baby, hungry, thirsty and scared. He doesn't make a sound the entire trip, but the baby can't take any more. The baby starts crying. As the boat nears the port, for the fear of being caught by the noise and sent back, the others throw the baby overboard.

The man goes silent, he breathes, but he doesn't feel anything.

They somehow reach land, are hauled into overcrowded rooms where they're barely fed, or given water, have their luggage searched, repeatedly questioned to confirm they aren't terrorists and still not given a place to live since they have enough to own "expensive" phones, they don't need our help. Because the extreme cold weather is tougher to survive than a place where everything that moves wants to kill you, because they don't believe in the same god!

They say everyone gets their fair share of good and bad luck. How about this man?
How about a child who was born in such a place 3 years ago, barely gets to eat once a day, raises his hands when he sees a camera because he thinks it's a gun and doesn't want to die, and yet, gets killed in an explosion anyway?

Thanksgiving is celebrated so we can be thankful for everything we have, but we never stop to think there is so much so many others don't. We can't wait for any God or Angel to solve our issues for us.

We created these issues, God won't fix them. We must!

"Happy Thanksgiving", she said.

"Have a great day", she said.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

10 things Indians say to Americans

Hello People,
I've lived in America now for about a year and half and in that time I have met quite a few extremely unique*cough* people. It's interesting when people from different cultures speak to each other, to see the assumptions that are inherently made, the cultural differences and most of all, the accents. The belief system is so different, things that shock Indians, Americans find okay.

That, in a nutshell is what I wanted to talk about. And since I don't remember the last time I was serious about something, I thought the best way to show it is to laugh a little at the expense of my people

So, here we go


   1.) Our spicy is a lot spicier than your spicy
   We are proud to a level of arrogance about this. For us, there is no spicy food, only food that contains spice, which WE can eat.
      
   2.) Why are you actually stopping at stop signs? Did you see traffic police?
   Yeah, so, in India, traffic rules aren’t mandatory, only suggestions, which one may choose to follow, or not; until “mamu” shows up.
   3.) Wait, refills are free?
   You know how refills of drinks are free almost everywhere here!!! Yeah, that doesn't happen in India, and frankly, it’s about god damn time.
                               
    
   4.) Where is the petrol pump?
   We call gas stations petrol pumps. I’m actually with India on this one. They technically are petrol pumps!!! Sooooo, 1 point to India, I guess
                                   
   5.) No I won't talk in the Indian accent
   You know how people think we have that funny accent we don’t have? Yeah, we don’t have it! (Cue Russell Peters’ music here!)
                                   
   6.) So there aren't separate sections for guys and girls on this metro/bus! Sweet
   We do. We have separate sections. I mean, it’s honestly our fault!
                                   
   7.) My son is a doctor
   Seriously, when is it too many doctors?
                                   

   8.) How can you not know who Sachin is?
   He is GOD (to half of India anyway; which by the way is still twice the American population). Seriously, look it up if you don’t believe me. “Indian God of cricket”
                                   

   9.) So I'm not supposed to ask you how much money your ex-husbands neighbor's son makes?
The mighty society,
with a unique psyche,
acting like Aphrodite,
wanting to know everything known by almighty…
Good rhymes.. No? Okay, moving on

   10.)     What’s your good name?
   This last one is special. Not only is this a classic example of what is called Indianism or Indian English but it’s also superlatively, extremely hilarious. Personally, I hold that sort of information close to my heart and only divulge my evil pseudonym.

   I’m sure I've missed some. Leave your Indianisms in the comments!

   Cheers,
   Dhiraj

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

What's your password? Hollywood boulevard vs RSA Conference

So,

Cyber security is suddenly a pretty big deal. But nothing much can be done as long as morons such as these exist.

On the other hand, check out what happened when the same experiment was run by tripwire at an RSA Conference!

Remember, this was in 2012, long before the infamous Sony hack that suddenly made everyone wary of the threat of hackers.

Please take a cue from these professionals and be safe! 

P.S: My Password? #becauseImBatman

Cheers,
Dhiraj