Monday, 28 May 2012

I Love My India

A very Good story of our life .....
A Bitter Reality
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in
Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the
land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it
was as if a dream had come true.
Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I
would be staying in this country for about Five years in which
time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.
My father was a government employee and after his retirement,
the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.
I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling
homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and
speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone
cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and
pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange
rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.
Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have
only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within
these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight.
Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for
all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be
talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through
all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting
shorter I was forced to select one candidate.
In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get
married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After
the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some
money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after
them, we returned to USA.
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she
started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India
increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our
savings started diminishing.
After two more years we started to
have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us
by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked
me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.
Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part
monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting
India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a
message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I
couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The
next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there
was no one to do the last rights the society members had done
whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed
away without seeing their grand children.
After couple more years passed away, much to my children's
dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down.
I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my
savings were short and the property prices had gone up during
all these years. I had to return to the USA...
My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to
stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USA after
promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.
Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an
American and my son was happy living in USA... I decided that
had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India... I
had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a
well-developed locality.
Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is
for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife
has also left me and gone to the holy abode.
I wondered was it worth all this?
My father, even after staying in India,
Had a house to his name and I too have
the same nothing more.
I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.
Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing.
This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these
children are losing their values and culture because of it. I
get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well
at least they remember me.
Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will
be performing my last rights, God Bless them.
But the question
remains 'was all this worth it?'
I am still searching for an answer.................!!!

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Thanking You

Atul Sikrai

Friday, 18 May 2012

Geo Logic

The Geography of a Woman (and of a Man)

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa: Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful.

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe: Well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.
Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain: Very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece: Gently aging, but still a warmand desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Britain: Glorious, and with a great past.

Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel: Has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice; takes care of business.

Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada: Self-preserving, but opento meeting new people.

After 70, a woman is like Tibet: Beautiful, with a mysterious past andthe wisdom of the ages. An adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge.

Between 3 and 80, he is like North Korea: Ruled by nuts

Introduction :If I think it is funny...I will post it.
I do not always make sense, and I hardly ever take myself seriously. Do so at your own risk.

thanking you

Atul Sikrai
Chief Humour Officer
Satango Silk

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Kids Rock !

The following proverbs were collected by a first grade teacher over
the years. She gave her classes part of an old proverb and let them
fill in the rest.

As You Shall Make Your Bed So Shall You........ Mess It Up.

Better Be Safe Than........ Punch A 5th Grader.

Strike While The........ Bug Is Close.

It's Always Darkest Before........ Daylight Savings Time.

Never Under Estimate The Power Of........ Termites.

You Can Lead A Horse To Water But....... How?

Don't Bite The Hand That........Looks Dirty.

No News Is........Impossible.

A Miss Is As Good As A........ Mr.

You Can't Teach An Old Dog New........ Math.

If You Lie Down With The Dogs, You'll........Stink In The

Love All, Trust........Me

The Pen Is Mightier Than The........Pigs.

An Idle Mind Is........ The Best Way To Relax.

Where There's Smoke, There's........ Pollution.

Happy The Bride Who........ Gets All The Presents!

A Penny Saved Is........ Not Much.

Two's Company, Three's........The Musketeers.

Don't Put Off Tomorrow What........You Put On To Go To Bed.

Laugh And The Whole World Laughs With You, Cry And......You Have To
Blow Your Nose.

None Are So Blind As........ Helen Keller.

Children Should Be Seen And Not........ Spanked Or Grounded.

If At First You Don't Succeed........ Get New Batteries.

You Get Out Of Something What You........ See Pictured On The

When The Blind Leadeth The Blind........Get Out Of The Way.

There Is No Fool Like........Aunt Eddie.

Keep Laughing

Always yours

Atul Sikrai
Chief Humor Officer
Satango Silk

Stay Kool

Once there was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily, gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. 

Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said “you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.

The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this
one.” You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m
sorry, the wound is still there. Make sure you control your temper the next time
you are tempted to say something you will regret later.

Enjoy the day with decreasing anger :)

Stay Kool & Happy


Atul Sikrai

Chief Humour Officer

Satango Silk