An affair with Google Ad-sense!!

For the past couple of days, I have been trying to set up a google ad-sense account. I have no idea why they rejected the proposal in the first place citing as "Unacceptable content".

No idea about what's so unacceptable about helpful auto-drivers, Indian Rajdhani Express or a father's joy.

Any bright ideas are welcome!! Even no so bright ones are welcome too.. How worse can it get? [:)]

My Rajdhani Journey!!

While the trip to Kolkata was spilled with high adrenaline, my return journey was as smooth as butter. ‘Bole toh makkhan’.

Travelling ‘First AC’ was an ambition that I nurtured but never made it before either for reason of time or simply no train operated with such facilities on that route.

This journey is worth it. You get your first class salutation and drinks (soft beverages)and space (I had an entire coupe for myself, since the other guy did not turn up).

They addressed me as ‘Sir’. From a corp. culture at NIIT where I call a person of my grand-father’s age by his name, this was pretty shocking. I began to realize the babu culture has not gone past in the Indian Railways. I felt uncomfortable.

At times, I even wondered whether am I worth it?

I understand me paying for the ticket. But what is the human value of service?

Guess I will just stop at that.

A Father’s Moment of Happiness

My fellow passenger in Rajdhani – Ranjan Singh, Sales Manager@ HDFC had a memorable day and it was showing on his face. He gave a surprise visit to his in-laws place on his daughter’s first birthday. The expression told it all.


Recounting the story, this fine gentleman travelled from Delhi to Patna last evening and is going back the next day. Probably stayed at his in-laws place for half a day. But what a day it must have been. Spell-shocked everyone would have eyed him in disbelief and hugged him with joy.

Somewhere down the memory lane, he can narrate of this to his grown up daughter who would hug him again for he showed her how much this little bundle of joy meant to him.

There is no sign of fatigue of the journey but the inexplicable joy of finding happiness in the surprise of his loved ones.

Delhi auto-wala waaaah!!

I have been in Delhi for a month and then shifted base nearby to Gurgaon. Occasionally, my personal and professional errands demand me to travel. But this recent event makes Delhi so special to me.


I had to catch an evening train to Kolkata and in this certain occasion was left stranded somewhere near Nehru Place by the shuttling cab-walas. My train leaves Delhi station in one hour and I have no idea how to reach on time.

The shabby dark youth with gutka stuffed in his mouth and a bidi carefully placed in his ear-pinna stops next to me. By this time, I have just half an hour to reach Delhi Railway Station.

‘kaha saab?’, he asked. The closest analogy of the thing that he was sitting in that came to my mind at that moment was – a 1990 Maruti 800 rammed by a TATA truck. The auto was barely holding its framework.

‘Delhi Railway Station chaloge? Bhaiya please!!’, literally begging that he listens to me and takes me there.

‘110 rupaye ...’

All that I could say was, ‘Done’. I would be cash strapped after this transaction as the last ATM transaction which I hoped for did not happen because I the ATM machine was out of order.

‘Bhaiya, aadhe ghante main pahuchana hain, nahi toh train chut jayegi’, I said.

‘Ok’.

I could not imagine a BMW convertible do what that guy on the Delhi streets did. And now I exactly know the functional specifications of a Indian auto-rickshaw. It has three wheels but in capable hands can run on one. Brakes are rather a luxury. Horns are to make people remember - be careful, I am passing.

The fellow drove me to Delhi station in 15 mins. Seriously, these auto-drivers are underpaid and cheated. Any F1 driver gets a better pay than him with half his skill-set.

I got out and asked him, ‘bhaiya, aapka naam?’.

‘Munna’.

I paid his 110 bucks and sped off inside Delhi Sation.

A part of this interaction also needs be captured. I was in hurry and I was late. I wanted to reach Kolkata for I had to meet someone ailing from a critical heart condition. During this journey, I told Munna about how important for me was it to catch the train and in the event reach Kolkata. Munna was running low on CNG but he did not stop on refill (people in Delhi must know that there are very few outlets where CNG is available, that doubles his cost of operations). Instead he pledged to break a few red-lights to which I think I said no (No, I did say a NO).

I reached on time and thank you seemed small. To Munna, my sincerest thanks. May we have a spirit as of this gentleman on road.