An interview with the F1 DOG- his name is CIRCUIT.

3 DAYS BACK....A STRAY DOG ENTERED THE F1 CIRCUIT AND IT TOOK ALMOST 20 MINUTES FOR THE OFFICIALS TO DRIVE HIM AWAY. ONCE APREHENDED, I MANAGED TO SNEAK INTO THE GURGAON JAIL, AND INTERVIEWED THIS DOG-

Q: Hey doggy,i'm from Faking Times, and i wish to interview you. Can you spare a few minutes?

The dog just growled...till i handed over some Dog biscuits that i was carrying-just to bribe him...incase...he acts like....

Dog: Look, in the first place, don't call me a 'dog'. My name's F1. Or pyarse some bitches have started calling me 'Circuit'. Choose your option.

Ok then, circuit...how did you manage to enter such a high-security and VIP area..and why.

Circuit said '' man it was simple...i made friends with some of the police sniffer dogs...and i just generally requested one 'foreign dog' that i want to take a closer look...and he kinda agreed if i introduced him to some 'desi' bitch...the deal was cracked and he let me in....

Oh i see....i said. But what was like so tempting...that you wanted to risk coming inside??

Grrrr....you humans wont understand...see i've always had a fetish for car tyres..and u know why..each time i see a tyre, my leg goes up and...pisssssssssss

Awww cmon don't be gross now..we all know that about dogs...ooops i mean know it about you....

So- the dog continued- i've been there, done that-on every single brand in this country...From vintage car tyres, to mrf, ceat, pirreli....u name and ive done it....but..i had never done it on an F1 car tyre. That was one ultimate dream i always had ever since i was relocated from this area-in a bid to build this circuit..you know, here, there is space for elephants but no dogs....so kinda wanted to prove a point to mayawati behen also....

i said- hey are you getting into some social dynamics and political analysis...

Circuit continued...see, every dog, and every bitch has his/her day...this moment was mine..and i wanted to be a hero...

By the way- i said- did u know British bookies had placed bets on you- i mean on this event- that dogs will certainly run on this circuit....


What...circuit said..i never saw any politicians running on this track...ohhhh u mean us, the 4 legged dogs....hahahah...ya i read about it...100:1 ka bet tha...good chalo, i made someone rich in some way..i atleast contributed to some human's welfare....hey i gotta share one thing with you...just before the race started, there was a bomb scare...and all the sniffer dogs were rushed to the stands...and in the dressing room....

one dog- passing by mallaya- said...he was reeking of alchohol and octane mix...and he was discussing how to cut down jet's pilots...

another dog, who happend to find a trail...ultimately ended up in the prvate room of Mallika sherawat....huh Bomb- or so it seems- that dog exclaimed....

the 3rd one, wen he came back after sniffing the entire area came back with a sore nose- all he could smell was some perfume called WAYAMATI...he said it was smelling like elephant dung....he said, wen he entered the ladies loo, he found one 'gent's inside....

Huh...let it go...let her rest for a while...na...

What are your future plans??

Circuit says....mmmmmm future plans well i have a lot of em now...

First is to try to buy a 4ft by 4ft kennel somewhere around Noida or Gurgaon...u know im no more a slumdog, im a slumdog millionnaire....but still, looking at the real estate prices, i cant afford to buy a kennel in Delhi.....

Guess what, i saw Shumaker...and im gona order some good pair of shoes from him, now that im famus and will earn royalty on talk shows and tv shows on animal planet..If rakhi sawant can be on tv, why not me??


Then, im going to start a grroming school.for dogs...not elephants....i will give the contract to Jaypee group only..they r too good....

Next, i will visit the jail- Tihar jail, with one of my Rabid cousins...i will pretend that im there for a visit, but i will ensure that my cousin bites all those buggers who r giving us a bad name...those dogs like Kalamadi, A .raja., Kanhi.......ive already prepared an entire bite-list....just wait and watch....

All of a sudden, the jail door opens, i hear a clanking sound, and i see DAHRMENDRA enter the same cell, where i am interviewing this dog......

Kutte.....main tera khoon pee jaoonga.........

I run, the dog runs.....and interview is cut short....

THE MAID WHO MADE IT....BIG!

who made it!!!

Shy, innocent and a bit rag-tagged, she walked into our house on that morning, along with her mother. The initial information exchange over, her mother left, and the girl- who we had hired as a caretaker- was shown her room, her corner and also given a download of the pets- each pet's ka nature, who's aggressive, who to play with and who to stay away from- and every single idiosyncrasy of each one- Prince, Misha and Cherry- respectively. Didn't have much info tho, to share with her on the new-born baby- for whom she was going to be the caretaker.

Days and weeks passed by and she was part of our family- playing with the kid, taking care of her while mom is away for a while, or simply soaking the baby in the early morning sun...I and my wife could make out one thing for sure- that this girl- the maid if be put in crude terms, and caretaker-if a little polished way to say- was certainly different from the rest. She was curious, wanted to know more, asked many questions on everything- right from music to arts, to even sciences....and that, when she was barely educated upto 9th standard.

All her curiousity led us to one conclusion- that this girl doesnt deserve to be a maid- just because she is poor. Her ambitions and her level of thinking is too different and we gotta do something about her. So, one day, my wife struck a conversation with her and asked 'beta, what do you want to do in life" what's your goal.....Out poured her stories of how her father hadn't allowed her to study, how she was crushed in her family and what traumas she has undergone. The answer came at the end- she said- DIDI, i want to become a famous beautician. I want to have my own Beauty parlor 2 years from now. Bang on! She was different- because she had a dream, a mission, and ambition. It was only a question of how to reach there.

Things were worked out for her- first step to get her enrolled in a good course- we couldn't allocate so much money at one shot- so we worked out an emi arrangement with the parlor. Next- was to allot the entire afternoon time slot for this girl- and 3rd- to ensure that even in her absence, all the things went off smoothly.



Done and over, on the first day this innocent yet fire-in-her-eyes girl came back all smiles, and in a prancing style. She was almost in tears as she thanked my wife for this big opportunity and all. My wife maintained her composure- and in a typical shaadi-ke-time-and-just-before-the-fera style- she said " But hum ek baat toh kehna bhool hi gaye"......The girl was a bit shaken...maybe all of a sudden she thought something has gone wrong. Maybe her father has come to pick her up. Maybe we have changed our mind. Maybe......

Before the next thought flashed across the lil girls mind- my wife said ; Dekho beta- we want one major promise from you....Before wife completed her line, the girl said didi, mujhe bhi aapse baat karni thi....about the fees....i never knew you have paid so much..how will i return the money.....It was my wife's turn to interrupt and then....Humko yeh fees nahi chaiye vvapis....but ek promise chaiye tumse. That tomorrow, when you open your own beauty parlour- you will teach 3 underprivileged girls free of cost. The girl stood silent for a while- and said. 'didi' main kasam khati hoon, main vaisa hi karoongi.

Time flew, and after a few months, she completed her course. My baby too, had grown up a bit and now, and it was time for us to push this girl away from the comforts she was getting too used to. lLest she forget her goal.

She cried a lot while leaving, and we told her ' the next time we wanna see you- is with an invite' of your own Beauty parlor. We will wait for that moment.

Life moved on....till one such day- a couple of years back, we heard a knock on our door. On opening- we saw what we had maybe subliminally waited for. The lil girl had grown up- was carrying a big box of sweets, and a glittering card in her hand. She hadn't forgotten that Prince- my first doggy loved Monginis and that too, she had brought in full stock. A big chocolate for wife. And a silver kada for my baby- which was now 3 years old.

Yes, her dream she had fulfilled. And today, she had a full-fledged beauty parlor, some 20 tolas of gold she has made for herself, she has renovated her house, complete with all the modern gadgets- and lastly- she has taught not less than 8 girls-free of cost' at her parlor.

Reminds you of one sign that many rickshaws in Bombay sport behind their hood 'Ek mulgi sheekli, toh parivar sheekla.' When you teach a girl, you are educating an entire family.

A tribute to the UNCOMMON MAN....

This birthday card was done last year on ocassion of Laxman's birthday....but i just couldnt send it.

A corporate t-shirt- 10 anniversary

Brand identity program for a Mastana Basmati Rice

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Brand identity program for a Mastana Basmati Rice

Jungle v/s concrete jungle....

JUNGLE V/S CONCRETE JUNGLE.....the fight continues, the struggle and conflict is ongoing between man and nature...somewhere forests are denuded and some places, the earth is being made hollow- as if pulling out its intestines- via mining...BUT some shining examples- took this shot near SIES COLLEGE,NERUL yesterday...A beutiful poem of life it is.. They built the wall, but left the tree alive..CO-EXISTENCE will help, competition will kill.....

Experimental design for a shopping bag

Ps. There are some typo's but this is just the first cut. Will rectify those while i add details on it..and plus in bag one- still got to get the right angle of choti.....