The day of achievement

Yesterday, July 30, 2011 was the day of achievement because

• We(Biji, Kiran, Reshma, Priyanka, Sud, Hitendra, Akshat and I) went to Lohgarh despite I being not very well.


• I could successfully move songs to a folder in my phone that automatically make them available to be used as an alarm tone. Earlier I used to move them phone memory first and later move to a folder in it. This time it was just one move command in the memory card and the job was done!


• I found the answer to my using a surname of 'Rao' and yet not being a South India. I'm quite excited about it!


• I once again finished a medium size pizza, half of which was a cheese burst by myself. Yesterday's meal was all junk - 4-5 packets of Chips and wafers, 1 plate poha, 3 cups of tea, 1 Parle G biscuit, 2 McAloo (i call them makalu tikki) and a pizza McPuff and about a litre of Coke.

I'm happy of the 'feat'!

I'm Rao and I'm not a South Indian

I know the secret of being a 'Rao' and yet not a South Indian. Ohh!! My my. I had been giving 'made up' answer for umpteen times the question of my being a 'Rao' and yet being a 'Bhaiyya' ( a Bombay slang for people from UP and Bihar, states from Northern India), was asked.
I had gone to Lohgarh fort (Lonawala) today. Awesome trip it was! I could have enjoyed it more had I been better, healthwise. I must thank this trip and questions it left me with which led to google for the Lohgarh fort , then Shivaji and later Maharana Pratap (a legendary Kshatriya warrior from Rajasthan, a Northern state in India). Through this post on Wikipedia I found out that Maharana Pratap was referred to as a 'Rao' by a poet of his time. I'm copying the text from Wikipedia, just to save you the trouble of opening a different page:

The letter from Prithviraj Rathod sent to Pratap in poetic language, ran like this.

Patal sun Patshah, bole mukh hunta bayan
Mihir picham dis mahn, uge kasap rao ut
Patakun munchyan pan, ke patakun nij tan karad
' Dije likh Deewan,in do mahali bat ik


(The mouth of Pratap has begun to say "Badshah". O Rao! has the sun started rising in the West, as well? Should I keep my hand over my mustache or should my body fall with my own hands? Write, O Deewan! to give an answer choosing between the two.)

Pratap replied to this letter like this.

Turak kahasi turakado, in mukh sun Ikling
Uge jya hi ugasi, prachi bich Patang
Khushi hunt Peethal Kamadh, patako munchyan pan
Jete hai pachatan Pato, kilama sir kewan


(Lord Eklingji will always make my mouth call him "Turk". The sun will rise in the east always. O Prithviraj Rathod be happy and put your hand over your moustache. Till Pratap stands on his feet, his sword will keep hovering over the heads of the invaders.)


My great granfathers moved from Chanderi district in Rajasthan to UP very long back. I am sure that explains the us being using a title 'Rao', which was carried by them to the land of UP and since then the select clans use 'Rao' as their surnames. Many branches of Kshatriyas have emerged since the migration, a few prominent among them are - Singh, Shahi and Pal. Great thing is I found the conceptualy derived answer to the question. My answers will no longer be derived from 'titles in English times'.

This session of blogging was interrupted by a 'perfect within 30 minutes' of Pizza delivery, pizza can wait.

The one where Bai reads a Playboy

I woke up in hurry as I was late in getting up. Alarms went unheard. I didn't mend my bed afterwards and everything was left where they were. I got ready, packed my bag and left when time showed little less than 7 am.
I came back from office. I saw a different bed altogether. Everything was in place the Playboy magazine folded nice and proper in one side of the bed. I didn't realise it at that time, but later while I was going to sleep, it struck and struck real good! Who mend my bed?
Gosh! I was the Bai, she very did it. I was embarrassed for the fact that she had always seen TIME on my bed which is now replaced by TITS and busty naked babes. Did she love it? What would have been her reaction? I don't know for sure but the way magazine was kept, that does suggest a lot of things.
I have hidden the magazine in one of the corners, depriving Bai of her 'good times'. Call me good or call me bad for the action but Playboys' are men's recreation.