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Baby sitting isn’t a nice profession

If you have been planning to quit your high-paying job and take up baby sitting as a profession, I suggest you think again. Baby sitting isn`t that easy.

Most of us have grown up watching beautiful and sexy baby sitters. If you haven`t seen a beautiful baby sitter….you probably have not watched much of Hollywood movies or haven`t rented C-grade porn VCDs from the nearby video store.

During our days of sex-deprivation, we would wait for one of the classmates` parents to go out of town….and then look for a guy who had mustache big & dense enough to pass off as an adult. He would then be tutored and sent to the VCD store to act like a man and rent porn VCD. The poor guy would choose between titles like: “The Apple & the Worm” or “Youthful Fire” or “My Tutor” or “When We Met” (this movie was re-made in Hindi without the porn(y) scenes and named ‘Jab We Met`) or “Soft Touches” or “101 days of Slavery”.

Anyway, I wouldn`t go into the details of how we watched porn in the 90s because today`s kids know it better. What was back then a community exercise, is now a lonely pastime.

As I was saying, baby sitting is a tough profession. I know because I baby sat my 10-month-old daughter for four hours, this Saturday. Eventually, she won.

Rekha went to the beauty parlor for straightening her hair and I was left taking care of Rhea. The first ten minutes were like heaven. I had Rhea to myself and we were great pals. So much so, she even let me share a part of her lunch – four spoons of Cerelac mixed with milk.

Here is a blow-by-blow account of how the four hours went:

Feb 9, 1 p.m.:
Rhea seems to be friendly. Was Rekha lying to me about Rhea being a naughty child? Wonder if Rhea will grow up to be like her father – a very docile person. If only I can get silicon implants, I can ask Rekha to visit her mother`s place for a week and keep the baby with me.

Feb 9, 2.10 p.m.:
Why is Rhea going to the kitchen? Does she want water to drink? Do babies drink water out of the glass or like cats do they prefer drinking from saucers? Why is she hitting on the floor and crying? Follow her around in stealth mode and get to understand her better. After all, fathers and daughters are expected to gel well.

Feb 9, 2.55 p.m.:
Quick…pick her up and stop her from crying. Show her the toy ‘blue bus` that she is so fond of. What the hell…does the fondness of a toy change with time? Will taking her to the balcony help? Can babies be taken out for walks? What if she cried….would the outsiders think I was kidnapping the baby? I am sure she wouldn`t say a word to save me!

Feb 9, 3.35 p.m.:
Will she like Amul Star Voice if India`s Chote Ustad program? After all, it is all kids. Or would she prefer to watch the 18765th re-telecast of Sachin Tendulkar`s century at Lords? Oops! Didn`t know there were other uses of the TV Remote – biting & licking for instance.

Feb 9, 4.00 p.m.:
How do I cook something to eat? While the stomach growls, the mind says that any attempt to keep the baby on the floor will only invite Rapid Action Force (which is now in Mumbai, trying to protect Raj Thackrey). The apron pocket is too big for the ladle and too small for the baby. Wonder at what stage Kangaroos ask their babies to leave their pockets.

Feb 9, 4.40 p.m.:
It turns out my daughter doesn`t love me as much. All she was after was the zip of the black sweater I was wearing – and it is now broken. Besides, from 4.40 p.m. to 5.30 p.m. she kept on saying “Amma” “Amma.” I tried to find out the language, but couldn`t decide whether it was Tamil (The Father`s Tongue) or Malayalam (The Mother`s Tongue).

Feb 9, 5.30 p.m.:
Now have to tonsure my head at Tirupati. I had prayed to Lord Venkateshwara that I would tonsure my head at his door steps if my daughter stopped crying. As luck would have it…she stopped the moment she saw her mother.

Other Funny Reads

# Wife wins again. And again.
# Everybody`s Bin Looking!
# Introducing: Sleeping beauty Rhea Rajan
# Accepting gifts from relatives

Driving on Delhi-Gurgaon roads

I have many colleagues who lead a tough life. I pity the colleagues who come to Gurgaon all the way from Delhi. Some of them bring packed lunch, just in case they get caught in the traffic jam. Moushmi Srivastava brings her sleeping bag too.

Some like Varghese are smart, and call up other colleagues for a lift daily. Dia Nag, who gives him a lift almost every alternate day asked me: “Know what I hate most of giving Varghese a lift?”

“What?” I asked.

“After getting into the car, he asks ‘would you mind if I catch up on some sleep`.”

A friend, who works with the Roadies team of MTV (in Mumbai, of course) recently visited ibibo and we got talking. He was pissed with something and I could sense it in his words.

“Man….you Delhi people are very demanding.”

After reminding him that I was a Dravidian from down south, I asked him why.

He said: “I wouldn`t mind if I saw a ‘Road widening in progress. Inconvenience regretted` board….but it is a big issue for me if the road is already an eight lane stretch.”

I didn`t correct him. He anyway had a tough life – wouldn`t yours be, if the only part of your car that didn`t make noise was the horn?

Anyway, whenever I have reminded him of his rickety car, he turned pale…as if he had seen a ghost. Talking of ghosts….know what is the favorite transport of a Dracula? A Blood Vessel, of course!

In the last eight months that I have been driving in Gurgaon, I have realized that the North Indian drivers should restrict themselves to just video games – there is less of blood shed.

In the initial months, whenever a Haryana registered car would cut me harsh I would show its driver my middle finger. It didn`t seem to affect them….and I didn`t know why till one of them pulled up his car in front of mine, applied the handbrakes, got out and walked up to my window.

“Why did you point one finger at me?” The tall, well-built North Indian asked.

“I am sorry….I showed you the middle finger.” I was scared. This guy could have hurled me till the nearest shopping mall.

“Why did you show me that you were first, even though I had overtaken you?” He angrily asked and walked away nodding his head. Apparently, he had won the race.

Other North Indian posts

# My adventures – Chennai to Gurgaon
# One week in North India – some observations
# Looking for a house in Gurgaon
# Saving your skin in North India
# Entering a new house in Gurgaon

Age old wisdom on marriage

A good friend of mine shared these words of wisdom on what marriage is (and can be – that is, if you are newly married). Thought I should share it with you all.

Quote 1: After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can’t face each other, but still they stay together.

Quote 2: “I’ve had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn’t.”

Quote 3: I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.

Quote 4: The most effective way to remember your wife’s birthday is to forget it once.

JokesRFunny.blogspot.com is stealing my content

Somebody at http://jokesrfunny.blogspot.com has been copying my content and uploading it as-is on their site (as if it were their own). While it feels good that somebody wants YOUR article on THEIR blog….I still don`t appreciate it.

This post is actually a request to the blog owners of http://jokesrfunny.blogspot.com to STOP taking content from Ouchmytoe.com because it is my own. If they don`t remove the content that already exists on their blog…I might be forced to approach the class monitor called Mr Google, who happens to own Blogspot.

Cheers…from a guy who hates to be on the wrong side.

Third, Free Birthday Post

How years fly by. Back then I was a dashing 30 year old, but now I am reduced to a weary 33-year-old man. Though dark complexioned, back then I was a heart throb amongst the dark skinned, relatively short Dravidians but now am caught in a vortex of tall, fair & handsome Aryans.

I am referring to an incident which happened in 2006 – a girl reader from Gurgaon mailed me saying January 31st was her birthday and she wanted an article dedicated to her. The confident girl hadn`t even sent her photograph, which would have helped me decide (We are suckers for profiles pics…aren`t we?). But the magnanimous I wrote an article titled A Birthday Post for Himani Sahni on January 31, 2006.

The problem with such high value birthday gifts is that, the receiver gets a taste of it. So on January 29, 2007 – exactly a year later – when I was struggling with the Cricket World Cup 2007`s special for Yahoo….I spotted a mail in my inbox and have given the text on the side in bigger font and darker color (just for emphasis):

It is my Birthday tomorrow and I would again like to request you to write something really hilarious and interesting…..I know I am being over demanding but wanna open my eyes with a big smile!

Not too sure about your work schedule….so if things are tough at your end and you are time stressed then pls feel free to reject the request. I would not mind:-)

Can somebody have the guts to place a second free request? Well, some people do.
Can somebody have the guts to refuse a second free request from girls? Well, some people don`t.

The disadvantage of being a descendant of Mahabharat`s Karna`s family is that you continue giving. So on January 31, 2007, I wrote another birthday article for this Gurgaon based girl and named it And then, one year flew by.

The second article did raise my wife`s suspicion. How could a married man dedicate two posts to the same girl? It didn`t matter that this girl was 2500 kilometers away – she stayed in Delhi and worked in Gurgaon and I was in Chennai!

Maybe that`s why when months later I told Rekha that we were moving to Gurgaon, she was like: “Huh? Anything to do with this Gurgaon friend of yours?”

Anyway, coming back to the issue at hand….today is January 31, 2008 and I haven`t yet got a mail from this Gurgaon girl asking for a blog post dedicated to her. Familiarity does breed contempt. Now don`t you go around shouting: “Familiarity also breeds children!”

Happy Birthday Friend!


Note: If you are a pretty girl (aged 22-30…what the hell… let me increase it to 35) and your birthday is fast approaching, please get in touch with me. You could get a free birthday post!

Other Funny Reads

# Dangers of Short Messaging Service (SMS)
# Sending off a girl to Mumbai
# On why I hate chicken….
# Valentine’s Day Special – A conversation overheard

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How and when Jammy gets insulted

In recent times my HR has been asking me to interview candidates for the few Product Manager openings ibibo has (and if you are interested, mail me your resume. If you get selected, I can always throw you a party with the referral money I make). Mind you, interviewing candidates is a difficult task…sometimes insulting too.

I wouldn`t reveal the candidate`s name, but you should know that she had an awesome resume. From the resume, I could also make out that she had been active in the blogging scene since 2003 – the year I had started blogging.

After introducing myself as JV Rajan , I asked her: “You have been an active blogger since 2003….do you have any favourites amongst the top Indian bloggers?”

The Sperm Insult

This is what I would call ‘The Sperm Insult’

“I love Amit Agarwal, Rashmi Bhansal & Amit Varma.” The lady knew her subject.

Not one to give up so soon, I insisted: “Any humor blogger you like?”

“Hmmm…I love Great Bong and Point Blank. Not to mention Swadeshe of Rahul Razdan, who I heard works for your company.”

I was shocked. I was under the impression everybody in this universe read Ouchmytoe and loved it. Here was a girl – a pretty one at that – who didn`t even mention Ouchmytoe in the top three.”

I persisted: “Have you heard of this humor blog called www.ouchmytoe.com?”

“What is the name of the guy?” She enquired.

“Some guy called Jammy.” I tried to control myself. In moments like this, it didn`t help to knit your brow and give the game away.

“Nah…never heard of it.”

I lost all interest in conducting the interview and went thro` the motions as a corpse in the Hollywood movie ‘Return of the Zombies`.

After 30 torturous minutes, we called it quits and went our own ways. I was able to manage myself because this definitely wasn`t the first time I was being insulted.

The last time, I remember was during lunch. Three of the people reporting into me (when I was with Satyam Computers, Chennai) were in a discussion. I just happened to over hear them because I was sitting at the next table…with my back to them.

Reportee 1: I think it isn`t Jammy`s mistake. His father shouldn`t have told his mother that night that he was feeling excited.

Reportee 2: ha ha ha…agree with you. You know, he is good….so good that when we manage to hang him, I would like a piece of the black cloth we put around his face.

Reportee 3: I would also like a piece then. I could frame and hang it on my drawing room wall.

Reportee 2: You know, I treasure every moment he isn`t in office.

Reportee 1: Me too. In fact, I think he should go to a mind-reader everyday and save us the trouble of seeing him in office daily.

Reportee 3: And for all we know…the mind-reader might only charge half the price.

Reportee 2: Man…I hate him so much …I wish I could flush him down.

Reportee 1: You mean, like a used toilet paper?

Reportee 2: No…like shit! That`s what he is full of anyways.

My sincere apologies, I an unable to re-produce the whole conversation here because I couldn`t sit there listening to all this talk. But then I am not alone – anybody would find the lunch revolting if the discussion bordered around shit!

Equally Funny Shit

# When somebody stole my show
# When I was no longer ‘cute` for the women
# Platonic relationships
# The tonsuring & ear piercing ceremony
# Flirting with an air hostess with a baby in hand
# Introducing: Sleeping beauty Rhea Rajan

Tata Nano, cars and other related issues

Harry Kurnitz was once asked what he thought of Volkswagens. He said: “I have been in bigger women.” Not a polite thing to say, but I think the same of Tata Nano. Very unfortunate then, that Ratan Tata (the man who dreamt of Tata Nano and made it possible) has a father who shares his first name with me – Jamshedji Ratanji Tata.

In Automobile industry there have been quite a few car-for-the-masses experiments and not all have succeeded. We all know that Henry Ford`s Model T was a success…but then what about Yugoslavia`s cheap car project…which ended up making Yugo?

The Yugoslavian Car - Yugo

The Yugoslavian Car Fiasco – Yugo

Here are some Yugo jokes I came across when I used to handle Sify`s automobile channel called Carstreet.com.

# How do you upgrade a Yugo car?
– Put in an engine.

# Why do Yugos have heated rear windows?
– To keep your hands warm when you’re pushing them.

# What goes on pages 4-5 of the Yugo user’s manual?
– The train & bus schedule.

# What is the sport-version of Yugo?
– The driver wears Nike shoes.

# What do you call a Yugo at the top of a hill?
– A miracle.

# What do you call two Yugos at the top of a hill?
– A mirage.

# How do you double the value of a Yugo?
– Half fill it with gasoline!

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Having born in the era of white Ambassadors with curtains and mini fans, I didn`t see much of cars till I was really old. My 10-month-old daughter has already tried her hand on my Suzuki Swift`s steering wheel…but I was at least 11 years old when I first sat in a car – my father`s unit Commanding officer`s car, when he spotted us walking to school.

It all happened so fast, that I couldn`t even move my bums up and down and feel the cushions.

I had to wait till I started working before I next sat in a car. I was working late one night and I asked my boss if he could call me a cab.

He eventually did…but not before asking: “Do you want me to call you a cab to your face or behind your back?”

The SMS I sent to my boss

The SMS I sent to my boss after buying a car

I remember sending the same boss an SMS, after I bought my Swift. See accompanying picture to see the SMS I sent. >>

Buying the car was the easy part…getting the four wheeler`s driving license wasn`t.

I remember the Brake Inspector asking me to demonstrate car parking. I thought I parked the car well, and walked up to him and asked: “So, how was it?”

“Well…it will get you a fine.”

“Ohh…and is ‘fine` enough? Or do I have to get a ‘good` or an ‘excellent`?

I remember being asked to try for my four wheeler`s license after three months.

If you have ridden a two-wheeler and now own a four-wheeler, you probably know the difference. When on my Yamaha 135, if I spotted an accident….I would drive carefully for the next ten minutes. Ever since I have bought a car I just say: “Kill ‘em bastards,” and drive faster.

Other Car Reads

# When this blogger met God
# Wish our real life had the benefits of online life
# How Indian wives take their husbands for a ride
# Sending off a girl to Mumbai