Baharain Weekly 9

11/4/2007

There are a very few songs I find "cute"... and the one I am listening to right now is one... Its mere piya gaye rangoon.


And whenever I said "Hey, I like this song".. The reply I usually got was a laugh or a statement "Rahul, tu toh paagal hai tera kya hai?" Its ok... nobody takes me seriously... But coming back to song I love the line when the singer states " Tum bin Janvary, Farvary bangaye jaise Mai aur June. Tumhaari yaad...." and with this song one of my days ended.

A day which was not very good.... just before turning on the radio I got a message from one of my friends that she is getting married.. Ouch!!! It hurt... anyways I am expecting a few more of this. Girls of my age have started getting married and every marriage will be an "ouch" for me.

So before the message I was in the office and a Pilipino Lady called me asking how to download phone themes on her computer... I guided her to the internet and asked her to open a website. I said

"Ok. Now type W W W…"

"W W W"

"Dot…"

"D O T"

"No No No, not D O T … just type a dot

"A dot?"

"Yeah.. aaam… a fullstop."

"What do you mean?"

"Ok. It's a very tiny thing. Like a circle"

"What are you saying?"

"Ok… Look on your keyboard under the greater than sign…"

"What sign?"

Shit "See, it's a point that usually comes after W W W"

"Aaaah… point, I know point." "Ok and then?"

"And then type Zedge. Z E D G E"

"What does that mean?"

One of my colleagues came in and I gave him the call saying that I have some work to do and the lady has a nice voice. She did have a nice voice it was only the things she said that were not so good

After 15 minutes, I bit my tongue while chewing a gum; I realized my colleague was thinking of me. I peeped out of my cabin and found him sitting with one hand holding the phone and the other holding his head. I could only hear his voice

"Is it he first time you are using the computer?"

"See. I will not be able to do it like this"

"Yeah… Can you come here and I will do it for you"

"No, I will not come there; I need you to come here"

"Here In our office in Mina Salman"

By the way, Mina Salman is the industrial area of Bahrain and known to almost all people in Bahrain, almost….

"You don't know Mina Salman?"

"How will you come by a taxi or will you drive"

"Good. Then tell the taxi driver you want to go to Nokia Office, Mina Salman. He will bring you"

"…. If that's the case you can call me from the Taxi"

"Ya Allah Bye"

I was glad that I didn't have to do all that and he was glad that it was over.



This call was within half an hour of entering the office and before I came to office I was ironing my shirt at home and it happened, I mean everyone of you might have had bad day starts but not as bad as this… just imagine you spread you shirt, and you connect the press to let it heat up and when you lift it up to iron

The whole damned thing opened up. Thanks to a cheerful mind I posses I had a mood to click its picture.

Oh and by the way my uncle's shirt is a perfect fit for me.

But I still thank God and am happy that out of the 8603 days I have lived, it just happened to me once and well there were other days in this week where good things happened. It was on a Thursday that I was watching TV and suddenly felt the urge to have " KHEER" now staying with my relatives I have to be careful of the fact that I am not too demanding but there has to be someway out… and



This is my brain bulb and it turned on.



Haritha (one of the angels) was coloring her rough notebook.

"Haritha, who do you think your mom loves more? Deepak or you"

"She loves me because she loves me and she loves me so much that she loves me and she loves me and also she loves me more than Deepu because Deepu loves me and mummy loves me and loves me mummy and….."

"aaaaa…. Ok ok but I don't think so. She loves Deepu more"

"No, She loves me because she loves me and also she lov ….."

"mmmm…. Maybe she loves you a little bit but would she do something if you ask to do?"

"Yes she will do it because she loves me."

"Hmmm….. lets see, Ok then ask her to make kheer for you"

"Even if I ask for a burger she will make it. I will ask for a burger"

"Anybody can make burger, even I can but kheer is only made for those who you love. Anyways you can ask for burger but that does not prove she loves you"

"Ok I will ask her to make kheer"

"Yeah and make sure you don't mention my name"

"Ok. But she loves me"

"We will see"

Haritha was right. Her mom does love her and I loved the kheer.

And along with kheer there is something else I love…… Zahra



She came to me one day and exclaimed



"Rahuuuuuuuuul, I have a gift for you"

"Is it? Whats it?"

"Not to easy. You have to say that I am the best"

"I am the best"

"No. Say Zahra is the best"

"Ok.Zahra is the best"

"Hmmm.. good. Now turn on the Bluetooth on your phone"

"Ok"

She searched for visible Bluetooth devices and when she found my phone she asked

"What is MOKSHA?"

"It's my phone's name"

"Yes. But what does it mean?"

"aaaaaam.... It means freedom from death and rebirth and freedom from all the limitations in the world"

"I didn't understand"

"It's ok. I'll change my phone's name to something like egg or table so that you can understand"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I would never do that…. Aaammm the gift?"

"oooh yes, you talk to much Rahuuuuuuuull "

The file was transferred and when I opened it my phone started singing



"Humko Hami se churaalo, dil mai kaheen tum chupaalo, hum akele….."



"Its Indian song Na?" She asked

"It is"

"You like it?"

"Yeah its good. Thanks"

"Everybody asked from me this song. I only give you"

"That's so nice of you"

"Don't give it to anybody"

"Never"

I knew exactly to whom I was going to give the song.





That's it I guess for this week, seems to me I have written a bit too much and I just wanna thank all you guys out there to ask me to start the weekly again. Har paanch che editions ke baad ek aisa boost mil jaaye toh sahi rehta hai



He! He! He! He! He!



Chao



Mail me back



Rahul

Baharain Weekly 7

28/03/2010

Salaam Namaste,
Bahrain Weekly ke edition 7 mai aapka swaagat hai, Is weekly ke Caravan mai yeh ek aur Josh se bhara hua Joshila edition hai. Yahaan ka Mausam ekdum Mast hai, aur meri Aarzoo hai us desh ka musam bhi achha ho Jis Desh Mein Ganga Behti Hai . Neha achi hai aur Hamesha ki tarah Khoobsoorat bhi. Abhi tak toh maine Elaan nahi kiya ki Maine Pyaar Kiya aur abhi toh woh kehne mai Waqt legega lekin Baaton Baaton Mein yeh zaroor kehdunga ki Tumse Acha Kaun Hai aur agar koi Zehreela Insaan beech mai aaya aur koi Chotti Si Baat bhi iske khilaaf kahi, to Kasam Paida Karne Waale Ki us Dushman ka mai Murder kardunga.

Hey Ram ! Mujhe Pardes mai aake bhi ek Indian ladki se Ishq ho jaayega Socha Na Tha ab pata nahi yeh Silsila bhi kab tak chalega, abhi toh mai usko theek tarah se jaanta bhi nahi, Waisa Bhi Hota Hai ki Insaan Shaadi Ka Laddoo khaa toh leta hai Lekin phir kehta hai Shaadi Karke Phas Gaya, aur Shaadi Se Pehle hi Khushi thi, kyunki kaam chahe Hum Dono, Kareeb karte ho lekin hai toh Ajnabee. Isiliye Filhaal Tehzeeb se pesh aaunga jab tak aisi situation na aa jaaye ki Hote Hote Pyaar Ho Gaya, vaise agar Mohabbat ki baat ko rahi hai toh Zahra ke liye kehna chahunga ki Tumko Na Bhool Paayenge , aakhir hai toh woh mera first Love thi, ok atleast Bahrain mai aane ke baad toh thi. Ab hum dono Do Raaste par hai toh kya hua? Life Mai Kabhie Kabhie ho jaata hai, we are supposed to forget it and say Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron. Life mai Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Ghum toh chalta rehta hai lekin inspite of all that Zindagi Rocks!!!!

Aaj kal toh bus jutaa hua hun koi Plan banaane mai Neha ke Pitaah ko pataane ka aur kehne ka unse ki Suno Sasurji, Papa Kehte Hai ki mai bahut Himmatwaala aur Namak Halal type ka ladka hun, to aap please Mughal-e-Aazam ki tarah hamaare Prem mai rukaawat na daalein aur isko green Traffic Signal dikhaa de aur agar zyaada Style maara toh Excuse Me bolke ek kaan ke neeche bajaaunga aur bolunga Mai Aisa Hi Hun, lekin usse pehle to Neha ko pataana hai, jo ki I am sure Ahista Ahista ho jaayega, Plan of action yeh hai ki pehle uska Aitbaar jeetna hai, taaki baad mai Aitraaz na kare, Kyunki Aksar Anari log Aparichit hone ke bawjood propose maar dete hai aur phir ladki ki Family se Daud te rehte hai. Par apun aisa Funtoosh nahi hai, Gupt tareeke se chorri se Dil mai apna Gharonda basaayega aur phir bolega Haan… Maine bhi pyaar kiya hai, dekha phir ki naa Baazigar waali baat, baaki akkhi Bahrain Hare Rama Hare Krishna karti reh jaayegi aur mai jaaunga Neha ke saath Honeymoon Travels Pvt Ltd. main Holiday pe.

Chalo bahut ho gayi meri Love Story, yaar is Thursday, Swades ki badi yaad aayi, hamaara cab driver aaya nahi, to sab ko khud jaana tha, to maine apne collegues se pocha ki woh kaise jaayenge jawaab aaya Na tum Jaano na hum maine kahaan Dosti ki naate mujhe bhi saath le lena varna mai Bahrain mai bhatakta Musafir ho jaaunga kyunki yahaan mera kissi ke saath Parichay nahi hua, lekin Mere Apne collegues mujhe saath liye bina Nau Do Gyaarah ho gaye, Kyun Ho Gaya Na Thassa kahaa maine apne aap se, Mujhe to bahut bada Sadma lagaa aur mai Sadak pakad ke Chalte Chalte ghar pahuncha, agar Chandigarh ya New Delhi hota to ek Pukar pe mere saare Dost Saath Saath lene aa jaate mujhe, bus ab toh unki Yaadein reh gayi hai. Vidhaata mujhe Shakti de taaki mai Nishchay le sakun ki in sab ko Majboor kar dun ki yeh aayen mere paas aur Kahein Mujhse Dosti Karoge

Bade buzurgon ko pranaam,

Ladkon ko "hi"

Ladkiyon ko pyaar

HUM TUM milenge agle hafte

Tak tak Masti maaro

Is weekly Mai itna hai, aur vaise bhi mere paas kuch do hi films ke naam baaki bache hai,

Salaam-e-ishq,

Rahul

Baharain Weekly 6

21/3/2007

Namastey India ,




Welcome to the 6th edition of Bahrain weekly,

Sach bolun to when I started the 1st edition I didn't think it will reach the 6 th but mujhe kya pataa tha ki mai itna vellah hunga ki editions pe editions likhtaa jaaunga…

I know abhi tak to aap log bore ho chuke hoge mere in editions se, lekin come to think of it, mai phir bhi bhejta rahunga, you have have no choice but to read tit.



But this edition is one with a difference, all the editions prior to this have been funny trying to make you smile, but this one is serious and about a serious issue, I have realized something in the past week which I think I need to share with you all, Therefore this edition is about a subject with which all of you will be able to relate, a subject you all have thought about or experienced, or maybe even still experiencing, a subject that most of the girls reading this have felt for me, no no no no no no no I am talking about Sex Appeal, infact even boys who are reading this have had the feeling for me, noooooo not jealousy either. What I am trying to get to is love, yeah, and when I said boys have felt it for me I meant brotherly love, don't you dare take it the other way. Anyways getting back I am talking about LOVE, not the kind of love which you feel for your friends, parents or siblings but the doosra waala love which you feel for the opposite gender (usually) and want to spend the rest of the life waala love.



Now that love is a very big thing, and it's not a thing which one decides and does, it just happens, so before saying that you love somebody you have to be very very careful coz what you are saying might not be true as it is very easy to confuse infatuation with love, just as I did, I thought I love Zahra, but now I realize I don't what I felt for Zahra was just infatuation because she was so beautiful now that I have spent 2 months with her, now I don't feel for her the same way, now I am ok… even if I don't see her, I am ok if she talks to somebody else, I don't go to the Pantry every now and then to catch a glimpse of her, now I don't think about her all the time.



And moreover I have to think about how will we end up together, Zahra ke parents to chalo maan bi jaayenge jab itna achaa ladkaa chaahe woh Hindu hi kyun na ho usse Nikaah karne jaayega… lekin mere abbu aur ammi??? Kya who apne laayak bete ka haath kissi ZAHRA AL ZAFFAR ko denge… I don't think so… they would want me to marry some malayalee girl, and if not keralite atleast from India, and how does it matter to me me when I get beautiful girls in India also, beautiful like a rose, beautiful like the sea, beautiful like the ranbow



OR



Beautiful Like NEHA



Doston!!! Nayi ladki hai office mai, aur KYA CHEEZ CUT PIECE!!!!

Now you guys know ki mai itni badi explanation kyun de raha tha and why I stopped finding Zahra a bitt less beautiful than earlier



Neha Chahal from Himachal Pradesh and … the best part is that she speaks Hindi… and obviously out of all the "YUM" saying malayalees she is going to choose a "M" saying Northie. Andhon mai Kaana Raaja…



Introduction to ho chukaa hai uske saath, naam poocha pehle maine usa



"HI!!! Whats your name?"



"My name is Neha. Neha Chahal"



"Hi, I am…." (Raul?? No.)…."Rahul"



"Oh … so you are from Kerala?"



"Just born there, lived in Chandigarh and you are from….."



"Simla!! Himachal Pradesh."



"Oh ok. So which department have you joined" (Service! Service! Please say service)



"Accounts and you are in which department?"



(Oye hoye!!! Kaash thoda aur dhyaan diya hota twelfth class mai to mai bhi accounts mai hota ) "I am in service department, I take care of the accessories and data support" (and I earn enough to take care of you after marriage)



to aise hui jaan pehchaan… line kaafi clear hai koi language problem nahi, koi competitor nahi, Hindu hai aur obviously bahut zyaada pyaari hai… do saal badi hogi mujhse… lekin Pyaar Umar nahi Dekta… Kamar dekhta hai"



He! He! He! He! He! He!



Haan toh main baat toh yeh hui hai.. ki maine ab convert hone ka plan drop kardiya hai.



Aur ek aur baat hui hai…. Ek sardar ji ne bhi office join kiya hai



GURBAKSH SINGH naam hai… pehle toh mai bada khush hua… lekin…



People seem good to you until they start speaking that is why they sat Light travels faster than sound.

Hanji, by god, Bahut bolta hai who aadmi… chalo acha hai .. baat karo… lekin maarte kyun ho…



Kuch military background se hai.. to kuch bhi hota hai… to peeth pe ek aad maar ke bolte hai…. Thapaaaaak!!!





Thapaaaaak!!! "Oh yaar Rahul kal India di performance vekhi si tun? #$#%^#%# Bangaaliyon ke saath har gaye"



(Yaar, woh nai khele toh mujhe kyun maar rahe ho) "Hmmm… Bangladesh kaafi acha kheli."



Monday ko India ne 413 run score kiye ha…. Uske thappad shaaayd aaj khaaunga mai… mila nahi hun unse ab tak.



Baaki sab yahaan mast hai

And I have posted a few pictures in my online album, so you can view them at

At the Bahrain Weekly website an click on albums

http://imrashok.googlepages.com/bahrainweekly



bus is weekly mai itna hi

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Baharain Weekly 5

14 March'2007

Namastey India ,




Bahrain Weekly edition Paanch mai aapka swaagat hai.



Yeh rahe mukhya samachaar



Zahra aur Mai is Friday coffee peene gaye (oye tim lak tim tim lak lak)



Mujhe bus mai mile do sardar



Mila mujhe ek chotta sa promotion



Residence Permit lagaa mere passport par



Friday dekhi maine apni pehli English film Bahrain mai aake



Aur Bahrain weekly ab internet pe bhi uplabth

Ab samachaar vistaar se



Zahra aur Mai is Friday coffee peene gaye (oye tim lak tim tim lak lak)



Zahra aur Mai is friday coffee peene gaye, mujhe to yeh type karte hue hi itni khushi ho rahi hai, badaa mazaa aaya, the place is called COSTA COFFEE just like the CCD in India, oye hoye itni rangeeniyaan thi vahaan pe, aur coffee bhi achi thi. Yahaan Friday ko chutti hoti hai sabko, so we went in the morning at around 10 or 10:30 am, everybody liked it. Everybody bole toh mama, mami the two angels. Yeh log hi to he mere saath, Oooooh paapiyon tumne kya socha uuufffoooo Zahra aur Mai coffee peene gaye the Friday, saath mai thodi na gaye the, who apne gharwaalon ke saath gayi thi mai apne rishtedaron ke saath. Kya yaar tum log bhi!!! Chotti si baat ko chewing ke maafik kheench dete ho. Khair kissi na kissi din saath mai jaayenge coffee peene hum dono zaroor pakka.



By the way, yeh to khush khabri hai ki cared enough to come to me the net morning and tell me that "Rahuuuuuul, I went to Costa coffee yesterday evening"

Mere mama bhi na, shyaam ko nahi jaa sakte the, din mai hi jaana tha unko



Ok getting on the second headline



Mujhe bus mai mile do sardar



Haan!! To mai Sunday ko bus se vaapis ghar jaa raha tha aur bilkul meri aage waale seat pe do sardaar baithe the. Punjabi mai baat kar rahe the…. Aaye haaye bade dino ke baad Punjabi sunke mazaa aa gaya upar se topic bhi bahut badhiya discuss ho raha tha, Aishwarya aur Abhishek ki shadi ka, aur itni involvement ke saath discussion ho rahi thi jaise unki marzi nahi hogi to Amitji shaadi karvaayenge hi nahi. Ek kehta "eh kudi na addi chaal cheez hai, pehle Salman aur Vivek da jhagda karaata, te jaake baigayi abhishek de naal, oye hoye, badi kutti cheez hai" Mera bada dil kar raha tha ki bolun "paaji, mainu vi Punjabi aundi hai"

Lekin achaa nahi lagtaa na.



He! He! He! He! He! He! He! He! He! He! He!

Phir aaya shaitaani dimaag mai idea, mai shuru ho gaya



"Daaru peekee, Daaru peeke. Daaru peeke Daaru peeke jatt mukde maar de galich lalkaare………"



Oh yaar aage nahi aata

"Dekhli vilaait yaaron dekhli vilaait, goriyaan rangan de vich dil ne blak, van su vane khaane khaake phir bhi dil nahi bharda, mera maa di hathaan diya pakkiyan rotiyaan khan nu bada hi dil karda…."



Wow, what an apt song.



Lekin saalon ne koi reaction hi nahi diya, unki bhi galti nahi, woh dono ek shaadi fixkarne mai busy the"



Khair bus ruki, ma utra aur whi gaana gaate gaate ghar chalaa gaya.



Mila mujhe ek chotta sa promotion



Dekhlo seekho kuch mujhse, do maheene mai promotion le liya, I mean salary hike nahi hui hai, lekin designation hike ho gaya hai, am an AUTHORIZED SIGNATORY now. Mere signatures ho ek warranty replacement card pe tabhi ek custome apna kharaab Bluetooth headset Bahrain bhi kaheen bhi deke ek naya le sakta hai.



You know am man with lots of power now but with great power comes great responsibilities

Maa kasam kaam kar kar ke peeth dard ho jaati hai, pehle sahi tha, kuch khaas kaam nahi hota tha, lekin ab to ghadi dekhne ko ime nahi milta, lekin Bahrain Weekly ke liye toh time nikaalna padta hai





Residence Permit lagaa mere passport par



Khush khabriyon pe khush kabriyaan aa rahi hai aaj toh … hain??

He! He! He! He! He! He!



Abbe tum kyun daant phaad rahe ho, residence permit to mere passport pe lagaa hai, ho gaya hunmai ab Bahrain ka vaasi abbe aadivaasi nahi Vaasi Vaasi, resident. Ab kholunga mai apna bank account AL AHLI UNITED BANK mai, ye pata hai, yahaan almost har dukaan ke naam ke aage AL lagtaa hai, AL AHLI, AL NAOIMI, AL AMAL, AL MUNTAZAAH, mama, mami se matlab poocha to unk pata nahi.





Friday dekhi maine apni pehli English film Bahrain mai aake



SAW, oye hoye, kya mast film hai, matlab the film was good but when in the end the suspense is revealed, it becomes one of the best. Superb, lekin dhyaan se dekhna, its into the Violence and Gore category, khoon kharaabe waali film hai





Aur Bahrain weekly ab internet pe bhi uplabth



Just log onto http://imrashok.googlepages.com/bahrainweekly



Abbe dekhlo tmhaare liye kitn karta hun, kuch mera bhi khayaal rakho, I mean koi gift shift hi bhejdo India se.



Yaar is Bahrain Weekly mai itna hi, kuch aur khaas hua hi nahi poore hafte



Maybe in the next edition

Till then Chao

And mail me back



Raul

Baharain Weekly 4

7th march 2007

Oye Tim Lak Lak Tim Tim Lak Lak Tim Lak Lak Tim Tim Lak Lak Tim Lak Lak Tim Tim Lak Lak !!!
Oye Balle balle Oye shaava shaava Oye Balle balle Oye shaava shaava Oye Balle balle Oye shaava shaava !!!!!
Incase you are wondering whats going on? Kya hai ki mai bahut khush hun kyunki meri Tankhvaa aa gayi hai!!!! Yay!!! thats what the Tim Lak Lak is for and the balle balle is because ki mai khush bhi hun aur yahaan mujhe kissi ko party bhi nahi deni pad rahi. Yay!!!!
oooh mai apni khushi mai bhool hi gaya!!!
Namaste India and welcome to the 4th edition of Bahrain Weekly, the last Bahrain Weekly had a series of unfortunate events happening to me but that's not the case in this one.... This one is good... with great things happening to me, and the first great thing is obviously about.....
Yeah!! no points for guessing its her and the good thing is that she knows my name now and she herself asked for it.
"What is your name?"
(Jesus Christ!! She is asking my name, yeh kaheen koi sapna to nahi. What should I say, Rahul or Raul, or should I say Raj, even Dhurinder sounds good. Answer fast!!!)
"Aaaaaamm… its Rahul"
"Raju??"
(Nooo… not Raju, Raju to hamaare dhobhi ka naam hai) "No, its Raaahuuul."
"Lahore??"
(Thappad khaana hai tujhe?) "Rahul! Rahul! Its Rahul."
"Ooooh!! Rahuuul"
"Yeah!!" (Kitna achaa naam hai mera. wow!! Thanks mom, thanks dad)
The rest of the day most of my colleagues were asking me that why was I smiling
They didn't know what I had achieved bus raat ko neend aa jaaye.
He! He! He! He! He! He!
And the second good thing is that there was an inter-department cricket competition held last week, and believe it or not I took part in it. I didn't want to but there were not enough people in the team so they dragged me in.
And guess what people I am a record holder now!!!!!
Three Sixes and two Fours in a row and the result was that the MUNNABHAI team won. Oh yes!! The teams name was MUNNABHAI. Everyone in the team was cheering, enjoying and celebrating the victory.
Don't just look into the monitor. You are supposed to clap.
So, everyone in the MUNNABHAI team was celebrating the victory and everyone in our team was laughing over the loss.
Oooops didn't I mention that when the 3 sixes and 2 fours happened I was bowling???
Our teams name was LAGAAN and we lost and the way we lost was so bad that Aamir Khan would have committed suicide for naming his film Lagaan.
Although, I gained some relief when 2 other bowlers were hit for 6 sixes in an over but at least our team reached the Semi Finals and then lost.
I didn't even tell to mama and mami that I participated.
Oh by the way, there were 4 teams that participated in the tournament. So any team that participated had to reach the Semi-Finals.
And because I participated in the tournament I cam to know of this guy called Faez he sits in the cabin next to me but we never talked, just Hello, Hi. We got to know each other and he was real cool, he said he liked English movies
(Finally, a guy with whom I can discuss movies with) "So which movie do you like the most?" I asked
"I like Lord of the Rings. Have you seen it?"
(Not a bad choice) "Of course, even I liked it"
"Great Graphics and Special effects"
(hmmm!! He is good. appreciates quality, I like it) "yeah I know…. If you are talking about special effects. Have you seen THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW?"
"Of course!! Several times. Its one of my favorites"
(Yay!!) "Hmm… So you also liked it huh???"
"Yeah!! I like all the James Bond movies and this one is one of the best"
(Hain?James Bond? Yeh kahaan se aaya? Abbey yaar THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW is about global warming. James Bond movies are "Tomorrow never comes" and "Die another day") "Hmmm… I gotta go catch ya later." (One ray of hope of finding a friend and Poooof its gone)
"Ok bye. Hey by the way have you seen Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Gum and Kal Ho Na Ho."
(Its back! Its back!I can see the ray again.) Yes, I have. I think they both are good films.
"I like Shahrukh Khan. He is the best"
(Yeah, he is ok) Hmmm… buh bye.. Gotta go.
So I think I have finally managed to find a person to discuss films with and I was thanking God he did not mix up Kal Ho Na Ho and Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Ghum and say Kal Khushi Ho Na Ghum.

Aaj kal to time bhi jaldi pass ho jaata hai, I don't get bored at home also coz I am learning Arabic, I purchased an Audio CD which teaches Arabic to people who know English, it's a lovely CD, incase I don't repeat what the guy in the CD says or I say it incorrectly, he still says "VERY GOOD!! YOU ARE LEARNING FAST" unlike my teachers and my parents who used to look for an excuse to pick up the rod.
 That kinda warps up all the major events that happened this week except that I had Chinese Food this weekend in a place called FOOD COURT which is in a mall called GEANT, I also me a lovely and cute Philippine there, as she was standing outside a store with a tray of chicken nuggets in her hands requesting everybody to try some and as I walked past
"Sir, would you like to try some?"
(Tu zehar dede yaar, woh bhi khaalunga) "Sure!...hmmm they are nice"
and they were yummy.
"Would you like to purchase it. Its only for 5 BD" 
Suddenly they tasted not so yummy
"Aaaaaammmm… No, I don't think I want it"
"Please sir. Your kids will love it"
(SHIT!!) "No they won't. Thank you"
"Sir!! Sir!! Sir!! Sir!!......."
Shut up lady!!!
And I walked away

What can I say? These things have to happen to me. Koi kuch likhwaa ke aaya ho upar so to kya karega
Keep Rockin' and mail me back
Chao
Raùl

Baharain Weekly 3

28 Feb 2007

Good Morning"


"Mornings"



"Hey Rahul!!! Do you watch Hindi movies??"



(ha! I watch? If I had planted one tree for every movie I saw there would have been dense forests in Chandigarh and Delhi) "Yeah!! Sometimes"



"Oh!! Have you seen Hum Aapke Hai Kaun?"



(You are asking a non-vegetarian if he eats chicken, you idiot) "aaaaaa… Hum aapke hai kaun? I guess, I cannot remember"



"Oh that one daa!! In which Madhuri's sister marries Salman's brother"



(I know, I know. Renuka Shahane marries Mohnish Behl) Oooooh!! That one yes I've seen it.



"I saw that yesterday, it was coming on TV, I liked the film very much, you liked it"



(Yuck!! That was a good for nothing movie with a lot of extras) "Its one of my favourites." I said smiling.





That's how one of the days in the last week started in the cab



Namastey India and welcome to the third edition of Bahrain Weekly, with all the exciting things happening around me, I am quite enjoying myself and thanks to this Weekly am in touch with you guys too. I am still successful in marinating the image that I am the enlightened one, the reserved types. J

Aaj kal to us kuch gaane hi chade rehte hai zabaan pe



ZAHRA ZAHRA BEHAKTA HAI MEHAKTA HAI AAJ TOH MERA TAN BADAN….



PAAS WHO AANE LAGE ZAHRA ZAHRA…



ZAHRA SA JHOOM LUN MAI…..



Zahra is beautiful as ever and is doing great, we have got into talking terms now (in English) although it's a bit hard to understand her English, but anything coming out from her lips is good for me. I even listen to her Arabic, when she is talking to somebody else so intently as if I understand each and every word. One day when she was talking to her friend out here in Arabic, I was sitting in my cabin with my head resting on my palm ad enjoying the music of her voice, and just when I was at the peak of enjoyment



AAAAAAKKKKKKCHHHHEEEEE!!!!!



One of the guys in the cabin next to mine called Mukundan sneezed, saala itni zor se cheenka jaisa Hiroshima – Nagasaki ka bomb fata ho. Poora mazaa kharaab kar diya



I waited for the music to start again; it started and said "God Bless You, Mukundan"



What??? I couldn't believe it she was talking to that black fatso with hair all over his face and as asking God to bless him, hmmmppphhh!!!

"Thank you for being so caring. He! He! He! He!" replied the villain.



You dirty mind, you could have just said "thanks" no but he wants to extend the conversation, kabhie apni biwi ko thank you nahi bola hoga jo ghar pe 2 bacche sambhaalti hai, aur yahaan "Thank you for being so caring" you need caring women? Go home to your mother.



I had to do something and I had to do something fast, but what? The jealousy inside me had me was at its maximum, I had to do something to fizz it out, but what?



The brain-bulb turned on!!! I got an idea, I knew what I had to do, I had to sneeze.



I crept more inside my cabin and started rehearsing, aakchee!!!! aakchee!!! aakchee!!

Noooooo, it was sounding artificial I would get caught, ek paper dekha baaju mai padaa tha,

I rolled it and poked inside my nose to sneeze, No use, huh!! Stupid paper, I don't need the paper, I am a good actor and I can manage to sneeze, here I go



Ek, do, Teen



AAKKCHEE!!!



Shit!! This is the most artificial sneeze in the history of sneezes, it couldn't get more artificial than this one but still I waited for the blessings, Silence. Oh God!!! Maybe it was too low for her to hear it, I'll to it again, this time louder



AAAAAAAAKKCCCHEEEEEEEEE!!!!



I was wrong, this one was more artificial, but it was loud.

Silence



I peeped out of my cabin, just to find only Mukundan sitting there, I was so busy in my so called rehearsal that I didn't notice Zahra and her friend going downstairs. All the sneezes and rehearsals for nothing.



"Rahul? Are you ill?" asked Mr. Mukundan



(Yes, I am and the disease is you) "No, I am Ok."



"The weather is changing, take care of yourself"



(Shut up!! And mind your own business) "Thanks for being so caring!!!"



I wanted to take all the pepper in the world, put it into his nose and make him sneeze a thousand times.



I went downstairs in search of Zahra, In the pantry that's where she usually sits and chats with her friend, I go to the pantry every now and then to catch a glimpse. If she is there, Good, I drink a cup of water and come, If no one's there, still good, I eat a spoon of Milk Powder kept there for making tea and coffee and come.



It was water this time. J

That is how one of the days went, one source of entertainment for me are my colleagues, they unintentionally give me riddles to solve and my cab trip passes by solving them, like one day when I was going in the cab a guy called Babu came to me and said Hi



I said "hi"



"So are you new to Bahrain ?" He asked



"Yeah!! Kind of. I came on the 1st of Feb. How long have you been here?"



"Oooh!! Me? Ha! Ha! Ha! I've been here since January only"



"oooh ok"



"So you live with your neighbors?"



(No, he didn't ask that, I must have heard it incorrectly) "Sorry"



"You live with your neighbors?"



(Shit!! I was not wrong. He is asking me that. How can I live with my neighbors? If I live with my neighbors they aren't my neighbors then the house I previously lived in when they were my neighbors become my neighbors) "Aaaaaammmmm….."



"Your parents. Are they here or in India?"



(Oooooh!!! He means relatives not neighbors, God help him!!!) "Yes, they are in India, I live with my uncle here."



"Ok good!! Ha! My stop is here, I'll get down"



(Yeah and don't talk to anyone) Ok buh bye!!!



Oh God!! I went home and told my mama and mami what happened, they rolled laughing, the two crying angels (my mama's kids) did not pay attention, they were too busy crying.



Yeh sab hota rehta hain , mai in sab ke bare mai sochta hun,to akela hi zor zor se hus raha hota hun!!! Mazzaa aata hai, agar yeh sab sahi hote tab shaayad yahaan hone mai itna mazaa nahi hota. Abhi aise achaa hai. Is Friday shaayad mai yahaan pe EKLAVYA dekhne jaaun, suna hai achi movie hai!!! Nahi toh Ghost-Rider dekhne jaaunga. Friday tak toh shaayad Salary bhi aa jaayegi. My first DINAR salary!!!!



Will keep you updated with more stuff happening here



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Raul

Baharain Weekly 2

Namaste India!!!

Haylo and welcome to the second edition of Bahrain Weekly, pichla hafta kaafi exciting thaa,

maine yahaan koi aur naye dost nahi banaaye aur Karan Johar and Farah Khan KBC mai aaye!!!!

Mere mama ke bachon ko main maine karaaya smile, sirf kuch din reh gaye hai tankhwaa aane ko phir aayega mera mobile

ek nayi ladki ne office join kiya, woh ladki hai badi firey, mai seedha letter pe aata hun, band karta hun shaayari

Haan, to ladki ka naam hai ZAHRA, aur woh bahut zyaada pyaari dikhti hai, mai to kal jaa raha hun masjid convert hone, ab mai Raùl se, Mohd. Raùlla Khan ban jaaunga, pakdunga ZOHRA ka haath aur kahunga KABUL HAI, KABUL HAI, KABUL HAI. haan haan Afghanistan ka capital KABUL hai.

Usse mulaqat kuch yun hui, ek din mai apne ahem!! ahem!! Laptop, ok I'll repeat LAPTOP (company provided) pe kaam kar raha tha, aur woh mere desk taak aayi aur boli "ASLAAM WAALIK HUM", main achaanak se hosh mai aaya aur maine kahaa "WAALIK HUM SALAAM", uske baad usne kuch bolna chaalu kiya arabic mai for about 30 seconds, aur mai sunta raha.. sunta raha, mere dilse Raùl ki awaaz aayi "HAYE KYA PYAARI BAATEIN KARTI HAI", mere alter ego FREDDY ne kahaa "ABBE LEVEL PE AAJA YEH MUSALMAANO KI DHARTI HAI".

achanak se usne bolna band kiya aur mujhe pata laga ki usne ek question se end kiya hai... Maine kahaa "YEAH!!!" not knowing what i was saying YEAH for... uske baad wo ek sad saa "ooooooh" bolke Bye boli aur chali gayi, and once again I was guessing ki usne kya poocha hoga... thoughts crept into my mind ki kahin usne yeh toh nahi poocha ki "ARE YOU MARRIED??" maine kahaa "YEAH" oh what a stupid fool I am... i could have just said NO, but then what if i said no maybe her question was "WILL YOU TAKE ME OUT FOR A DATE?" Shit!!! I could have just said I DONT KNOW ARABIC... toh kya hua... KAMAL HASSAN ko bhi toh Hindi nahi aati thi film "ek duje ke liye" mai... phir bhi Rati Agnihotri se pyaar hua tha.. lekin dono end mai marr bhi gaye the... Oh god!!! sab kuch hi negative. Khair aaj kal jamke mai ARABIC seekhne ki koshish kar raha hun, THANKYOU ko SHUKRAAN aur CONGRATS ko MABROOK kehte hai, yeh yaad ho gaya hai... pata hai ARABIC aur BENGALI bilkul same hai languages... kyunki dono hi mujhe samajh nahi aati!!!

Aaj kal ek aur naya time pass mila hai yahaan... Radio... hmm yahaan FM bajta hai, ek hi station hai VOICE FM naam ka aur do RJ hai, Juhi aur Paresh, dono bahut achi Hindi bolte hai, lekin gaane.. bade ajeeb chalaate hai... Baharin mai rehkar toh agar HIMESH RESHAMMIYA ya ANU MALIK ka bhi gaana chalta hai, toh Hindi ke words jaise hi kaano pe girte hai toh aisa lagta hai KISHORE KUMAR ya MOHD RAFI gaa rahe ho!!!. lekin bechaare Rj's ko hats off, people call them with Broken English and a even more broken hindi but they are still managing the show, this valentines day pe ek bande ne Juhi ko phone kiya, aur bolna shuru kiya, south Indian tha yeh uska MEYRA (Mera) naam KRISHNANKUTTY hai sunke hi pata chal gaya, phir kehta MUJHEY YUCK (ek) LAADKI se pyaar tha, FIRST ATTRACTION MAI HI LOOK HO GAYA.

tab Juhi boli acha toh aapko FIRST LOOK MAI HI ATTRACTION ho gaya, haina??? woh bola Haan haan right!!!

Maine yeh apni cab mai suna tha, aur khaali mujhe hi ehsaas hua, ki KRISHNANKUTTY ne bolne mai galti ki hai, baaki sab meri cab mai bhi mahaan hai, gaana chalta hai "MELA DILON KA AATA HAI EK BAAAAAR AAKE CHALA JAATA HAI" tab bhi aise khush hote hai aur waah waah karne lagte hai jaise MIYA TANSEN ke khaandaan se hai aur RAAG BHAIRAVI sun liya hai. har gaane pe hi khush ho jaate hai, aur sab peeche mud ke mujhe dekhte hai ( i am always sitting on the last seat) aur kehte hai "BHADHIYA GAANA HAINA??" I force a smile and say "mera favourite hai." I tell you sometimes its really difficult being a people's person.

Is hafte to aur kuch khaas hua nahi, I hope agle hafte ho taaki mujhe content mil jaaye BAHRAIN WEEKLY ke liye

Arz kiya hai...

Roz Office se ghar jaata hun, aata hun ghar se office

Zarra Gaur farmaaiye

Roz office se ghar jaata hun, aata hun ghar se office

Mail ka intezaar kijiye agle hafte ak, tab tak ke liye khudahaafiz

Mail be back,

Raùl

Baharain Weekly 1

14 Feb 2007

Haylo kya haal hai???

I hope India is rocking a usual, yahaan to valentines day par bhi koi DHOOM nahi hoti, vaise mujhe koi khaas farak nahi padha, mai to apne manoranjan ka sadhan dhood hi leta hun, jo i is waqt apne rote hue mama ke bachn ko aur rulaana hai. he! he! he! he! he! he! .Mai yahaan bahut mastiyaan maar raha hun!!! I was wrong about this country, its oh so koool country aint as cool as India though, am surrounded by different kinds of people most of them from Kerala,bahut mazaa aata hai jab alag alag log aake kuch bol ke jaate hai apni bhaasha mai aur phir baad mai tum guess karte rehte ho ki kya keh gaya hoga!!! ek din mai apne office mai baitha hua tha, ek motaaaa, bahut zyaada motaaa sheikh meri taraf aaya aur mujhse poochne laga
Hamam??
ab uski tone se yeh to pata lag gaya ki woh kuch pooch raha hai, lekin kyaa??? maine usko bola "Sorry!!"
wo phir kehta "hamaam??"
mera dil kiya mai bhi boldun Lifeboy ya Cinthol, lekin maine usko apna most blank look diya aur tab saale k samajh aaya ki mujhe samajh nahi aaya phir usne tameez se Hamam ka english word bola... kehta "Bathroom??"
To woh mujhse bathroom ka address pooch raha tha, tab mujhe samajh aaya ki Hamaam bole to Toilet!!!
to us din maine do cheezen seekhi
1) Hamaam ka matlab toilet hota hai
2) aur har snack namkeen nahi hota (aiven hi)

acha ab yahaan ke log kab mazaak kar rahein hai aur kab kab serious hai yeh bhi pata nahi chalta, ek aur kissa sunaata hun, mai bus mai ghar jaa raha tha aur mere haath mai ek lifaafa tha jisme ki 4 ships ki photo thi!!! ab mere right side mai ek bahrain ka localite baitha tha, kuch der tak toh woh mere lifaafe ko ghoorta raha!!! phir mujhse ship ki taraf point kake poochne laga "Tumhaara hai??" maine kahaa "kyaaa?"
"Tumhaara hai??"
"Lifaafaa?? haan mera hi hai"
"Nahi, yeh ship. Yeh ship tumhaara hai?"
Maine uski taraf smile kiya, acknowledge karne ke liye ki woh mazaak kar raha hai but he was not smiling at all he said "Bataao, yeh ship tumhaara hai?"
"nahi. mera nahi hai"
"ooooooh achaaa!!"
kehke woh chup ho gaya!! mujhe aaj bhi nahi pata chala ki woh aadmi paagal tha ya meri jaan bhoojh ke le raha tha

ab office mai jo Bahraini kaam karte hai, woh itne gay guzre hai ki ek Gandaa, sabse gandaa sa joke maarenge aur aise hasenge jaise Johnny Lever ne item kiya ho!!! Mujhse ek din mera ek collegue who is a Bahraini poochta
"how are you"
I said "I am fine"
phirse pochta "how are you?"
"I am fine"
"How are you"
"i am fine"
"How are you"
I said "Thats enough"
chalo theek hai Funny tha, lekin itna bhi kya, ek doosra collegue hamaari conversation sunke saala itna hassaaa jaise usko FITS lag gaye ho... can u believe it woh hasta hasta kursi se neeche gir gaya!!!
to jab mai bore ho raha hota hun ghar pe ya samndar ke kinaare... mai yehi sab sochta hun, aur akela baith kar hi hus leta hun, yeh saare namune mujhe hi kyun takarte hai... mere experiences ke upar to kitaab chapp sakti hai!!!

Chalo will keep you updated with my Bahrain Weekly
chao, mail me back
Raùl

Letters From Baharain

Hey All...

The posts under the label "Letter from Baharain" are the mails which my friend used to send when he went to work in Baharain. As a person, he is awesome with some bad habbits... Well I am not going to bitch about him.... But he has one hell of a talent which i want people to know.... So these posts, these 26 mails which he sent to us India are a dedication of me to Him... My Friend RAHUL...

DUDE, u rock....

Pari... (he named me this... )