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Samsung Galaxy Tab 750 Launch

So the new Samsung Galaxy Tab 750 is getting launched on August 10, and Indiblogger is hosting an awesome contest where they have some awesome give aways and a chance to become Samsung Mobiler which means you get to have a first hand experience of all the new Samsung Mobile products.
Samsung Galaxy Tab 750 Launch

Now that the greedy devil and gadget freak I am, and an awesome technology Samsung produces it is pretty obvious that I am entering this contest. So you would get a live view and feed of the Samsung Galaxy Tab launch right here on Ginger & Cardamom. Also there is a post coming on the “Tab” very soon. Till then pray that I get this free Tab 🙂

Rantings on Osama and Launch of a Friends Book

So my feed reader, newspaper, televisions, and both real and virtual discussions are all packed with the same event. The untimely death of Osama Bin Laden, untimely as it happened tad too late. So while the whole world is going gaga over it finding conspiracy theories if he is still alive, was he killed after being captured yada yada, I really feel how it makes a difference to my life. Though it does makes me feel like I am in the middle of a Jeffery Archer novel (not that I love being in one) but then the significant events happening over a time difference of 10 years do take the pace and steam out of the story.

However, the events and the way they unfolded were quite ironic, or rather laughable. So if I recount the series of events, there was a covert operation, which involved breaching the air space of an “important” ally and conducting a critical military operation right in the heart of a civilian area. Obviously this was done without informing the “ally” and was ordered by a Nobel Peace Prize winner, who incidentally also interfered in the local leadership of Egypt, bombed Libya, deployed additional troops in Afghanistan and Iraq, way to go for peace.

Coming back to the most wanted terrorist of the world, who was living in a million dollar mansion in one of the posh Abbotabad area at a stone’s throw of the military academy of the “ally”. This shouldn’t come as a surprise that this “ally” is also receiving critical 3 bn USD aid in terms of war planes and other military supplies to strengthen their military and intelligence agencies for war against terror. The minor fact that the mansion where Osama was living since past 5 years, is owned by the agencies funded by the same army and intelligence is not really relevant. I guess its high time Oxford dictionary needs to revamp their definition of peace and ally.

What is really funny is, that the same American government doesn’t wants India to follow their suit and take down people like Dawood Ibrahim and Hafiz Saeed, who are openly living in Pakistan and appear on National television every other day. So to cut a long story short the message is while US can kill terrorists attacking their soil and India should act restraint against their terrorists and their ally. Not to mention our honorable government who is a step ahead of US and is currently singing melancholy of bilateral ties and discussion, I mean can’t you learn from 3 wars and effin 60 years of discussion dance?

Anyways as I said all this doesn’t make a difference to my life, I hope the truth of what happened that night would emerge to the world sooner or later.

One of my co-authors in Urban Shots has come up with his own book titled “The Lotus Queen”. The book is set up in Medieval Rajasthan and is a historical fiction based on the mysterious life of queen Padmini and the rather infamous siege of Chittor. So if the genre is your type do give it a try.

Worth of Husband & A Book Launch

Recently, PhoenixRitu posted on her blog about estimating the worth of a housewife (I would use the term homemaker instead of a housewife. I somehow don’t feel housewife is an appropriate job description and the term is sexist too), where she assigned a monetary value to the chores performed by a homemaker. Though I really don’t think a monetary value can be attached to the role of homemaker, because of a simple reason once you attach a value to her it makes the person behind replaceable(which as a concept doesn’t go well down my throat).

Anyways, I thought it would be only fair if a similar post assigning the worth of the odd jobs which a husband does is done. So here I list some tasks which are thrust on the docile species known as husbands-

1- Driver- 5,000
2- Security Officer- 10,000
3- Forced Shopping Companion – 10,000
4- Shopping Bag Carrier – 5,000
6- Peace keeper between the MIL & Wife- 2,00,000
7- The person who bears the six month long headache when “Nothing” has happened- 50,000
8- Official rat, lizard, cockroach and other insect killer – 30,000
9- The official Liar who is supposed to answer the question “Am I Looking Fat”- Priceless.

So the fact remains you cannot assign the worth of a husband or a wife in monetary terms. The worth lies in being with each other and existing as a couple more than individual task accomplishers.

Now coming back to some other important events, my second book “Down The Road” has been launched last Saturday. The event was a very successful one and was grace by the presence of Ambassador from Denmark along with some well known Indian authors Vineet Nayar and Kulpreet Yadav. The event was an important milestone as an author for me as I was sharing the stage with Abhijit Bhaduri, Ahmed Faiyaz and Nikhil who all have their works in “Down The Road”.

Here are some snapshots from the event-

You can read more about these events in the press coverage which followed-



Over all “Down The Road” is another chapter in my journey of life as an author, can’t wait for the next chapters to come. Meanwhile if you would like to share my joy of going “Down The Road” you can buy the copies on Flipkart, IndiaPlaza, Landmark, Crosswords

Tweets, Protest and The Book Launch

This space is getting ignored more often then I would have liked to. But in my defense last few days were pretty hectic, there was Cricket World Cup, there was work, and did I mention Cricket World Cup?

Yeah, India won the quarter finals against Australia, semi-finals against Pakistan and finals against Srilanka. As I am reading in the news this win from India has caused a loss of two captain and a foot; apparently the Australian captain Ricky Ponting & Srilankan captain Kumara Sangakara resigned from their captaincy. While the Pakistani Captain Shahid Afridi, lost his foot as reported it was last seen in his mouth during an interview to PTV.

However, this time I was totally involved in the world cup as seen in the picture below, but what stole the piece cake during this cricket watching experience was twitter. You can read how fabulous the experience was from Monika & IHM. I cracked a lot of jokes around the matches

Srilanka says they don’t need a Poonam Pandey to do a full monty, they already have a “Mahela” for that in their team

Srilanka would be playing with one less player, Ashish Nehra dropped due to fractured finger

However, the highlight of the tweeting was my open tweet to Mr. Raj Thackarey which  was then RTed by Amitabh Bacchan. I believe in my entire span of more 17,000 tweets this was most forwarded and shared tweet and being a fan of AB himself it is good to know he read, agreed and shared something I felt & I wrote.

Coming back to some more serious things in life, I feel India is at crossroads today. It’s a country which is growing at 9% but it is also a country which is one of the most corrupt nations in world. Today, India is on the verge of what seems to be a revolution. Social activist Anna Hazare has started a fast until government includes the civil society members while drafting the Lokpal bill.

I feel strongly against corruption and I have decided to support the revolution. My reasons for supporting the revolution are-

  • Supposedly the government led by all Congress, BJP and the Third Front have not been able to pass the weak Lokpal Bill in 42 years. I don’t trust any of them to do it now.
  • The last year has all been packed with Scams, be it CWG, 2G spectrum, Adarsh Society, Mining in Bellary and obviously nothing has been done.
  • The current government actually thought Sharad Pawar deserved a seat in the GOM for drafting the Lokpal bill.
  • I don’t agree that an institution like Lokpal would not have power to register FIR or prosecute.
  • I also don’t agree the provision of severe punishments via Lokpal to the people making “frivolous” complaints while the people complained about cannot be punished. This seems like a perfect vendetta forum for anyone voicing against corruption.
  • Leaving the bureaucracy out of the purview of the Lokpal is again something I don’t think would combat the corruption. The corruption starts at the root level and goes top up via the bureaucrats.

So I plan to support him in whatever little ways I can, may be fasting on the weekend or joining the candle vigils or wearing the white strip. So if you feel convinced by what I said then please join me to support the JanLokpal bill and Anna Hazare. If you need more information please visit India Against Corruption Website to make your call.

On a completely different note, I would be in some esteemed company for my book launch in Bangalore; Ahmed who has been a great supporter and motivation would be there. Abhijit Bhaduri, the famous author of “Mediocre But Arrogant” and “Married But Available”, who I have admired and followed closely through all these years. Nikhil Rajagopalan, who is a fellow blogger and a budding author also featuring with me in “Down The Road”.

So if you are in Bangalore on 16th April, please make sure you reserve your time for “Down The Road” book launch at Crosswords, Garuda Mall. Please read the official declaration of the event here.

Down The Road Launch Invite


Down the Road is now available on Flipkart, IndiaPlaza, Landmark, Crosswords please book your copy now.




Down The Road

When I first heard these words, the immediate response in my mind was a Bryan Adam’s song “Heaven” which has a line  “Now nothin’ can take you away from me, We’ve been down that road before, But that’s over now,  You keep me comin’ back for more”. If you haven’t heard the song you can hear it here, it is one of my personal favorites.

I believe that everyone has been “Down the Road” before whose memories can’t be taken, which keeps you coming back for more, no matter how further you move on in life there is always good time to relax and go “Down the Road” across the memory lanes. Surprisingly these roads for the most of us exists in our childhood and youth, in our schools and colleges, in the canteen and lecture halls.

So this time to take you to a series of small trips of these Roads there are 16 Authors and 28 tales woven carefully in the schools and colleges, amidst friends and crushes, revolving around “The Road” you might have been before but then it’s over now and you keep coming back for more; my publishers have come up with another anthology of short stories titled “Down The Road”.  The book would be launched soon pan India and yes this one also has a story written by me.

Down The Road

Down The Road

So folks what do you think about going “Down The Road”?

A Princess Remembers: The Memoirs Of The Maharani Of Jaipur

Author: Gayatri Devi

Publisher: Rupa & Co.

Price: 495/-

A Princess Remembers is a very well written autobiography by Late Gayatri Devi, the maharani of Jaipur. I picked up the book primarily for the reason to know more about one of the most beautiful Indian women, I am not sure but she just might be the first Indian women to be listed in the 10 most beautiful women of the world by Vogue. The book however was the complete contrast to my expectations as it was everything but the story about a life of a beautiful woman and I must add that it exceeded my expectations by a mile.

The book is a brilliant tale of the lives of the royal families of the princely states. The book is a glimpse of the contribution the royal families in gradually eradicating the menaces from the society like ‘Purdah’. The book also in a small yet significant manner reflects that how the subjects of the princely states loved, respected and connected the bond with their rulers explaining why some parliamentary seats have never been taken away from the ruling family despite more than 60 years of democracy.

Another thing which book gave me an insight into was a different aspect of the freedom struggle of India. I always believed that the freedom struggle was joyous moment for every Indian apart from the communal violence which gripped the country. The book enlightened me with the plight or downfall of the royal families and how they had happily sacrificed the standard of their lives and status to ensure a single entity of India would be formed.

I am not sure how much the other readers would relate to it, but it shed the light on the ways of Congress and it’s corrupt and power hungry ways starting right from 1947. Personally speaking reading the headlines about the rampant corruption today, I could relate that this has been the tradition since the Indian independence. Also the book made me aware about the efforts & works of C. Rajgopalachari (the first governor general of India) to form a transparent, and ethical opposition against congress.

The book is an interesting and very evenly paced read starting from the childhood of Gayatri Devi’s mother to her own struggle to represent her people in the democratic setup. The book is very well written ensuring almost all the aspects of her life are covered in detail for the reader to have a holistic picture, at the same time the flow has enough pace to engage the reader throughout the length of the book.

I am not very sure what would have been the purpose when Lt. Gayatri Devi wrote this book, but it sure broadened my perspectives about her from the one of the most beautiful Indian women to the modern Indian women in the early & mid 20th century, a social reformer, a concerned & ground rooted politician, and an elegant sports person.

The book is one of the gems if you like the autobiography genre; it could have been better if her adult life would have been covered in as much depth as her childhood and romance. But still the books makes for a totally worthwhile read.

Summary: A riveting tale of a princess & a maharani living in the era from the royalty to a democracy surviving and succeeding the transformation. The book is light and enjoyable read written in a simplistic and elegant way. A must read for Autobiography fans.

Rating: 4.5 / 5

A Long Time Ago

You know things friends do to you, they would themselves go on a break and before that they will tag you in a post so that you are back to blogging when they are enjoying their break. So Monix tagged me before going on her KitCat break. So here is the tag-
20 years ago I . . .
1. I drove a scooter for the first time in my life.
2. Joined PCVN (My school) and made some friends for life.
3. First and last time topped my class.

10 years ago I . . .
1. I left Kanpur to join engineering.
2. Stripped naked for the first time in public as a part of ragging.
3. Was in love with Diya Mirza, used to call her Diya Mirza Gupta and had a room wall covered with her posters and photographs.

5 years ago I . . .
1. Was selling Tata Indicom Mobile Phones in Chennai.
2. Learned how to watch a movie alone.
3. Started reading like a crazy maniac. Before this I used to read occasionaly one book a month kinds.

3 years ago I . . .
1. Completed my MBA and started my first job.
2. Registered the domain prats.co.in for this blog, before that it was ginger-n-cardamom.blogspot.com.
3. Got dumped by a girl. Twice. By the same girl 🙁

1 year ago I . . .
1. Bought my first house.
2. Got Married. 🙁
3. Was 8 Kgs lighter 🙁

So far this year I . . .
1. Have already done two holiday trips.
2. Have been rushed to the hospital for Nebulization.
3. finished reading 3 books already

Yesterday I . .
1. I wrote a short story.
2. Skipped the commute and worked from home.
3. watched The Social Network.

Today I . . .
1. Reached office in time.
2. Kept playing a playlist of 5 peppy numbers over and over again during my entire day in office
3. am watching Dhobi Ghat.

Tomorrow I will . . .
1. Enjoy the republic day parade on TV, have been missing it since so many years.
2. Enjoy the holiday with Wifee.
3. Will watch a movie or some episodes of Big Bang Theory (It is an awesome series if you haven’t seen it)

In the next (coming) year I will . . .
1. Be reducing some weight and get back to regular exercising.
2. Will complete my first solo book as an author.
3. Will try to develop my spiritual self further.

How I Got Tricked

I generally have an eye for details and not a person to be fooled or tricked easily. I sense pranks or any conspiracy theory happening around me. But this time the planning was impeccable and very well executed; the result was a jubilant surprise birthday party thrown for me by the Wifee. She being the clever woman she is, planned the party one day before the actual birthday so I am not able to guess it and also the day being Saturday allowed all the guests take time out for the party.

Though as I have been told after the party the planning was going on since many days but I was involved only a week back when my sister in law called me that she had received a complementary couple tickets to a Hindi play happening near our house and if I would be interested to go. Given my liking for the theatre and movies it was highly improbable that I would have refused an offer to watch a play and that was my first step into the well planned trap of the Wifee.

For the second round she conspired with my chaddhy-buddy or langotia yaar as you may call us. He offered full help to her and called me just a day before telling me that he had to discuss something really urgent and couldn’t wait. Since I had already committed to the play and his place was en-route to the theatre I agreed to visit him 2 hours before the play starting time. And with this the perfect window of opportunity was created for me to be out of the house for good four and a half hours.

Now the morning started on an unexpected note, both for me and the wifee. I felt completely sick with the weather allergy and insisted that she drove me to the doctor. With all her plans in place and work to do she had to drive me to the doctor; which consumed 3 hours of her preparation time. But then my illness also ensured that I neglected the deviations from the normal behavior like too many calls and her extra effort in cleaning the house and putting everything in order; which in retrospect connects the dots very well.

By the evening I was running fever and didn’t felt like going anywhere but then I had already committed to the friend and then there was the play also. So I somewhat pushed myself out of the house for the appointments with the wifee as it was planned. My sister in law and mother in law took charge of the house through the spare key which was already shared. I spent some great time with my friends and then went ahead for the play. The play was fabulous and I must mention the actress was really gorgeous. And I digress, more about the play sometime later; now coming back to the story of How I Was Tricked.

So after the play we came back home, while driving inside the society I spotted the cars of my in-laws and some other relatives. I initially ignored them; since my co-brother and sister in law live in the same complex; I thought they might have guests. The unsuspecting me went ahead and parked my own car. While going from the parking to the house I also spotted the car of the friend whose house I had just visited by the time I concluded that there might be something fishy inside the house the Wifee opened the door and amidst the candle light I could see some faint shadows. As soon as I stepped inside the house there was huge bang and shout of “Happy Birthday”. All the lights were switched on simultaneously. When my lights adjusted from the darkness to the bright light I could see this one was a massive party. Almost everyone I and Wifee knew in Bangalore was invited and present. I had an expression of shock, awe and the most childish form of joy. I could spot my school friends, the entire in-laws clan, my buaji and my cousin, our entire gang which went for the New Year party. I was showered with flowers, party poppers and gifts; and finally amidst all this surprise & chaos I went to cut the cake.

Now when the cake is cut there is always some smearing which happens.

And when you yourself are smeared with cake it doesn’t harm to smear others does it? And It’s all the more fun if the one you are smearing are your SILs.

So this was the story when the Wifee managed to trick me the second time, I am sure you understand when was the first time ;-).

However, the end of the party wasn’t as expected. The allergy and fever were consistently rising and create a lot of difficulty for me while breathing. As soon as we bade goodbye to our guests; I had to be rushed to the hospital. There they found that the symptoms had highly accentuated and the oxygen level had gone down. I was immediately admitted oxygen artificial in the hospital. So that’s how my birthday started at 12:00 clock with the mask attached to my nose.

Now that I am out of the hospital and well enough to breath without any medical support, I would like to thank everyone for the wishes. Also I would like to apologies to everyone who called/ smsed/ tweeted/ fbed me on my big day to wish me; I was not able to reply or receive your call due to my condition.  Thanks again for your support and lovely wishes; I plan to live longer as you have suggested and keep bugging you with irritating posts on my blog. Till then enjoy La Dolce Vita.

Urban Writing, Urban Relationships

I would like to invite all of you for a discussion event on Urban Writing and Urban Relationships. The discussion would have Ahmed (Author of “Love, Life and All that Jazz” and Another Chance) and Paritosh (Author of “Dreams in Prussian Blue” and Editor of Urban Shots) in the panel. The details of the event are –

Venue: Crosswords, Platinum Square, No. 86, Coles Road (Next to Coles Road Petrol station), Frazer Town, Bengaluru
Date: December 4th, 2010
Time: 3:00 PM

November 16, 2010

Have you ever wondered that how time passes things which were alien and unknown become very important and the known and important become faint memories. I am posting this a bit late but then you are not a blogger unless you make the excuse “I so wanted to write this some days back but I couldn’t really find the time”.

Now that I am done with pleasantries excuses let me get to the important stuff. 16th November is an important date for me; its my mom’s birthday. But in addition to that it also marks the day in year 2005 when I wrote my first blog post. I don’t think I should provide the link here lest all you folks desert my blog and go. So this week on Tuesday I completed 5 glorious years of blogging; around 290 posts I have managed to clock an average of more than a post a week (special thanks to two NaBloPoMo I undertook).

But more than the average, the visitor count, hits, and subscriber there is one more thing which has kept me at blogging; the satisfaction of writing something, utilizing myself in a way that I really enjoy. Someone tweeted some days back on my timeline (I don’t remember who, so couldn’t link to the tweet) which I firmly believe about blogging “The basic reason for being a blogger should be intrinsic, no matter the readership”. So here I am after 5 years wishing a little space in the virtual world I created for myself a very Happy Birthday.

Image Source: http://www.manchizzle.com/ (Via google images)

I wish that you keep adding the flavor and aroma to every one’s life, many more Ginger & Cardamom for the tea of life.

Coming back to November 16th, another important even happened; the book Urban Shots, where my story was published was finally launched on this day at Keps Corner Crosswords in Mumbai. So for the record I am a published author now. If you want to buy the book, it is available here.

Urban Shots

Urban Shots