Saturday, September 25, 2010
About this talk
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I call Chase bank for an explanation, and some assistance transfering money. They apparently have been down ALL DAY TODAY!! WTF!!!
They of course couldn't help me over the phone. I just have to wait for it to come back up. They promised me it would be back up tomorrow, but no specific time is mentioned. This is what there website states in a small hidden link on the Chase Bank site.
<strong>To our customers:</strong> <br><br>Please accept our apology for the difficulties that recently affected Chase.com. <br><br>Giving you 24-hour access to your banking is of the utmost importance to us. This was not the level of service we know you expect. <br><br>Thank you for your patience and for the opportunity to work harder to serve you in the future.
Thank you Chase! For taking our hard earned billions of dollars, and giving up noting to work with. I appreciate you!!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
To the woman that crapped in my car. (NE Portland ) We met on Craigslist so I am hoping that this post finds you. I know that it could quite possibly be the most humiliating first date that you have ever been on, but I am willing to look past that. I thought we had chemistry sitting at McMenamins sharing that basket of Cajun Tots while drinking the Terminator Stout. I really felt like there was a connection there.
I found you to be intelligent and witty and looked forward to further conversation with you. At some point in life, everyone has gambled on a fart and lost.. It just happened to be on a first date in the passenger seat of my car. Please don't feel bad. The package I sent you with Pepto the next day and the note that said "First dates are always a crap shoot. Call me" was meant to be funny, not offensive. I have gambled on a fart and lost on multiple occasions. The first time I did it was very memorable. It happened when I was five and sitting on my uncle's lap. I am lactose intolerant, but love cheese. I probably win 95% of the time, but I don't think anyone wins 100% of the time. That's why they call it "gambling". I'm the last person to judge you for crapping your pants. In fact, I am impressed by your boldness. The timing on the other hand, could have been a tad bit better...like when you're not sitting on a heated leather seat... What I am trying to say is that I f you want to go out again, I would be more than happy to take you someplace where we can get a meal that is high in fiber and less taxing on the digestive tract.
I await your call,TadP.S. - If you shat yourself on purpose to end the evening early. Touché
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Clean Office Buildings for FREE
Picking Rocks as a kid
Plays Guitar from Mexican Guy at 15
Log Mill Worker
Running Fork Lift
Maid at Jackson Hole
Mission to Phili
Speaks Spanish and Portugese
Stock Boy at Grocery
Amazing Snowboarded at 15
Skater at 10
Dollar Rental Car
Starbucks (doesnt Drink Coffee)
Delivery at 4 different flower stores
AE (American Eagle)
Motel Desk Clerk
Monday, December 31, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
After talking to Harley for a minute, he notified me that he was being called to duty in Iraq. He will be leaving for training in June, and be off to Iraq in September. I am still kind of in shock over the news, because he will be my first good friend to be leaving for Iraq!!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
As we went back, we were all so frustrated with this tailors work, and I decided to ask for our money back. I was going to deal with the fact that I didn’t have a suit for myself, and probably go back to America and buy one there. But my brother saw another tailor across the street, and mentioned to me to go and see if he can help me out.
Thanks to my brother’s keen eyes, the other tailor was willing to help me, and guaranteed me the suit in 2 days. Oh, I forgot to mention that he told me that he would make the suit for me for ½ the price the other tailor had quoted me.
Friday, January 19, 2007
There is nothing more to this story, but I thought I would just mention it to piss Rave off. HAHAHA
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Now you would think that since our destination city was 30 km away, we would arrive there within 20-30 minutes, I wished it to be true. Unfortunately, the 30 km involved a SUV ascending up a one lane road to the top of a mountain top. With absolutely no guard rails, no median, and only one mountain wall to the right of you, and a LARGE GAAPING CLIFF to the left of you. I have to admit, I was so scared that I had to put myself to sleep. As we arrived at Mt. Abu 2 hours later, I was glad to have my family around me ALIVE and viewing the beautiful city of Mt. Abu. Check out the pictures below.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
A really quick history about Indian wedding’s. Every wedding comes with a lot tradition. For example, the bride’s side usually pays for the wedding, along with paying for the wedding, they are asked to provide the groom’s side with any facilities that they need. May it be food, drinks, chairs, napkins, basically while the wedding is going on, the brides side is suppose to make sure that the groom’s family members are all well taken care of. Well one of the fun games of an Indian wedding is where the brides family members are suppose to steal the groom’s shoes. Yes you heard me right, STEAL HIS SHOES!! This tradition takes place when the groom is supposed to take off his shoes when he enters the altar, and stays barefoot for about 3-4 hours. Typically the shoes are given to the groom’s best man, and his other best friends for safe keeping. All the while, the brides side is suppose to find the shoes, and steal them.
Now the story takes place during Janku’s wedding. It was about 6:00 p.m., when the wedding started, and the Jaan (Groom) took off his shoes, everyone’s eyes were on that prize. Typically the person who recovers the shoes hold them for ransoms for a certain amount of money, not for a lot of money, it’s more for the fun of the chase. As the shoes were removed they were placed in a white bag, and given to the Jaan’s brother. After a few minutes the bag was given to the groom’s grandmother in the first row. Typically, this is not common; usually the shoes stay with one person the whole wedding. And if they are given to someone else, it is someone of younger, healthier stature. When the bag was given to the grandmother, I guess they were thinking, “Who would steal it from our sweet grandmother?” I guess they thought wrong, because all of us were conniving ways to steal the bag from the grandmother.
Around 8:00 p.m., we decided to send our troops in to help do our dirty work for us. Our two agent’s names were Aneri & Sejel Patel. Both of my cousins walked past the bag around 8-9 times, always hesitating to snatch the bag, because they didn’t want to be caught with nothing in the bag. After some encouragement from some other people, Sejel went to the grandmother and leaped for the bag. As she grabbed the box from in inside the bag, 3 adults, including the Jaan’s mother started attacking Sejel with tickles and pinches. When Aneri saw that, she jumped into pile to try to help her cousin. As we all stared on in amazement, Sejel’s older brother Hiren saw the commotion, and went into the dog pile to help steal the shoes. After 30 seconds of tugging back and forth, the Jaan’s brother asked us to stop the fighting, and then told Hiren to open the box, if the shoes were in there, he was welcome to take them. As Hiren opened the empty box, my brother Rave was watching in disappointment from one row back, behind the grandmother.
As Rave watched all the chaos in front of him, he noticed that the people sitting next to the grandmother were moving the shoes. They had separated the shoes from the box, and they were shifting them from one person’s back to another person’s back. After moving the shoes to an elder gentleman, at the end of the bench’s, Rave stood there pointing at the man from behind his back. Now, no one had noticed this, everyone’s eyes were still in the large dog pile. As I turned my head from the dog pile to Rave, I saw him leaping into the elder man’s seat. I didn’t know what was going on, but 5 second’s later, my cousin’s Jigu & Tejel, were in the same fight, even though no shoe was yet to be seen. About another 10 seconds later, my cousin Hiren jumped into the new fight. A few second’s later I saw Jigu come out with one of the two shoes, as he clutched the shoe he started running the opposite direction of the tugging match. About another second later Rave had recovered the other shoe, and he was also running the opposite direction of the fight with the shoe as if his life depended on it.
As we all laughed and cheered in enjoyment, I knew this had to a great story for my BLOG!! Check out these pictures… LOL
What did you think? I hope it made sense.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
I must say that I really suck at flying kites, and can admit to the fact that I flew 1 successful kite for the complete day, compared to Rave and Soniya’s 20 kites each. Check out the photo’s below.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
After that unusual sight, we went to a local pharmacy to pick up an Asthma pump for my brother. Luckily in India you don’t need a prescription to pick up any sort of drug at any time. After the pharmacy we went to my cousin’s house and flew kites on their roof. Check out the photo’s below.
Check out the photo’s below.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
On our way to the train station to drop off my mother’s best friend Meera, our family car got a flat tire. Now typically in America we pull over the vehicle to the shoulder and control the problem in a safe location. NOT IN INDIA!! Because all my driver did was stop the car, and started to fix the flat tire, while a horrendous traffic circled us.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Check out the photo’s below.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
We arrived extremely early at the train station to meet our cousins. We took the 6:00 a.m. train to Mumbai, which would allow us to arrive there at 2:00 p.m. Luckily we all had an A/C Coach ticket, which means that we all have individual reclining seats, with Air Conditioning all the way to Mumbai. The trip was quite comfortable, and we didn’t have any problems coming in and out of the train station.
We arrived at the Grand Hyatt at 4:30 p.m., checked-in and went to dinner at Pizza Hut. Now remember how I mentioned how bad the driving was in Ahmedavad, well multiply that situation by 5, and add in the fact that we are in Rikcha’s the whole time. You will then notice the fear I was facing every time we are driving in Mumbai. When we arrived at Pizza Hut, we found ourselves in familiar grounds with new twists. We couldn’t find any pizzas with sausage, or pepperoni, only chicken. And all the pizza had a curry taste, which if you are Indian was DELICIOUS. Seriously one of the best meals I had here in India. After we got back to our hotel, we all took showers and got ready for a night of clubbing.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
While we were eating lunch Rave noticed that one of the Soprano brothers was lurking in the background, staring at me. I noticed him and kept on eating. Then my brother noticed another two other Soprano brothers in the opposite corner. As we quietly ate, one of them came closer to me to say hello. I greeted him with a smile, while in my mind I was praying for a quick and painful death. While he was chatting with me, he had noticed that I hadn’t tried a specific kind of sweet treat, so he pointed to it on my dish and DEMANDED ME TO EAT THE FOOD, he didn’t ask, HE MADE ME EAT THE SWEET. I stared at the sweet, and then looked at all my cousins who were looking at me in anticipation…………..
As I chewed on the piece of sweet I thought about how my life would have been if I had said yes to Pooja. It would have been a life full of servitude to people who think too highly of themselves. Anyways, as we were finishing up eating, the same person came and told my cousin Hiren to eat the same item he asked me to eat. As we all smiled in enjoyment, he ate it and under his breathe he said “Thank You Nilay.” As for some reason I had made this all happen. Then my brother asked for an item from the waiter, and the Soprano uncle yelled at the waiter to make sure we got what we needed. As my brother received his food, he also whispered, “Thank You Nilay.” We quickly finished up and left to meet up with the groom for the wedding ceremonies.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Come to find out that this family owns a large tobacco company, where they sell packets of chewing tobacco to the country of India. They had a lot of money, A LOT OF MONEY, on the way to the other home; it felt like I was in a police escort. People stopped, and stared at me from all different directions. When I finally met Pooja, we talked for about 5-10 minutes, and I realized that she wasn’t interested in helping our family grow and expand our home business. She was too use to the fact that her father had handed her everything in her life, and that she wasn’t use to manual labor. So I left knowing I was going to say no to her and her family.
The next girl I met, I actually don’t remember her name either, but we literally met 30 minutes after I met Pooja. She was nice, but I didn’t feel the click that I imagined I would feel when all this was going on. When we left, I went home and took a nap for 2-4 hours and got ready for the Vharghodo.
Friday, December 29, 2006
I was very nice, and I asked her about 10 questions, all in English, but of the general knowledge of America, her education, and hobbies. After I was done drilling her, I asked if she had any questions for me. Apparently she was too nervous or I was too hideous, but she said she didn’t OUT.
We walked out of the bedroom in 2 minutes, and the family left 2 minutes later. I was relieved to know that my obligations with my family were done for the day.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Time of Arrival – We arrive in Bombay at 2:30 a.m. on the 28th of December, after a 24 hour flight. My whole family is exhausted and ready to get home and sleep. The one catch was that we had to grab our bags, and transfer them to another airport for a domestic flight.
2 hours to receive bags – The temperature must have been at least 80-90 degrees in the airport, with absolutely no fan or A/C running at all. Our connecting flight at the other airport was at 6:30 a.m. We had plenty of time to grab our bags and transfer them to our connecting flight. UNFORUNATELY our bags arrived in a 2 hour span. We had received our bags by 5:15 a.m.
Indian Customs – With our bags in hand we needed to go through the dreaded Indian customs. The Indian Custom Agents were known for there tendency to ask for bribes or take away personal items of yours. Typically the process takes about 30 minutes and usually involves a pain staking ordeal where they open your bags and pick through everything you own.
But with the help of my uncle and $200 American dollars, we were able to get through customs with absolutely no hassle.
Jet Airways fiasco – As we exited the Custom’s department, we typically hand our bags over to a Jet Airways office, and they are then in charge of transporting our bags and us to the other airport. BUT, the local office at the airport had decided to take there one and only bus and send it to the other airport without all of its passengers. So, we were left at the airport to find our own transportation to the other airport with our 70 lbs bags.
Rikcha’s – I wonder if anyone has ever seen a Rikcha. It’s basically a tri-cycle with an motorcycle engine attached to it, I also call it a Death Trap. Well in our party from Los Angeles, we had about 15 people, and about 30 bags. Since there was no transportation from the Bombay Airport to the other local airport, we had to take these rickety old things to the airport. Now, typically these vehicles can barely hold 2 large bags, but since we were in a time restraint, we just found different way to slam all the pieces of luggage on to 6 different Rikcha’s. Since it was a huge scramble, everyone took 2-5 different bags, including hand carry’s on the rikcha’s. I was chosen out of the masses to go by myself in the rikcha to the other airport, with 4 bags, and two carry-on’s. As I was alone in the car with the driver, I realized I didn’t know how to speak Hindi, only knew how to speak Gujrati. I was so screwed.
Late Arrival – We arrived at the other airport at 5:45 a.m. Our flight left at 6:30 a.m., and we still needed to check-in our bags, and get through security. As I arrived at the airport, none of my family members were around me, and the Rikcha driver wouldn’t help me with the bags, so I was forced to find 2 luggage carts, and throw 4 bags on the two hand-bags. All the while, the driver just watched me in amusement. So as I getting into the airport, I was heading for the security screening where I met up with the rest of the family. A few of them had left to the ticketing counter to ask about departure times and where to check our bags. Hiren, Rave, & Me rushed the bags through security in a record 3 minutes for 22 bags, and 16 hand carry-on’s. Only to find out that we were to late to check in our bags because this certain airport has a policy, for individuals to check-in 2 hours prior to lift off. Since we had 30 minutes left until our flight left, our only other option was to re-schedule our flight for a later time during the day.
From 6 a.m to 4:55 p.m. – You heard me right; we were stuck at the airport for 10 more hours. I don’t know if you have ever been stuck in an airport for that long, but it is RIDICULOUSLY boring, absolutely nothing to do. Also, the airport wouldn’t let us check in our bags, since the flight was so far out, that we had to keep track of our on bags. Check out the photo’s below.
Indian Toilet’s – This is a warning to all my bloggernite’s, the following subject matter may seem graphic to a few, please skip this section, if you are of faint of heart. I’m sure I haven’t told you all but Indian’s are known for there toilet systems. What they consist of are large holes in the ground with foot pedals on the ground. There is no such thing as toilet paper here in this country, all there is a water spout and a bucket. The idea is to squat and do your business, and fill water up in the bucket and clean your self with that. Since it had been 30+ hours since I had last used a bathroom, I knew I had to use one, and it wasn’t going to be pretty, luckily I was well prepared with my own packet of TP. As I walked into this little stall, I found the floor to be very wet, and the aroma was something I will never forget. I must admit, I almost fell a few times due to the wet floors, but I did my business and was out of there in 30 second’s. Never again will I do the dirty business in the public area’s. I will have to hold it for 48 hours if I have to, but I will do it in the peaceful surrounding of my home.
Clipper Lounge – My cousin, and my brother were the only one’s nearest to my age. We were all really exhausted and were looking for a drink. So around 2 p.m., we started scouring the airport for a bar, or a lounge. Luckily we asked a few people that they stated a place that would be of some interest to us, call the Clipper Lounge. It was located on the first floor of the airport. Since the airport seemed like one large floor, we searched the complete area and couldn’t find the restaurant/lounge. As we asked more and more people, everyone would state that the bar is on the first floor. After 20 minutes of searching the first floor, we decided to go upstairs, and we noticed that the second story of the airport was called the 1st floor!!! Ask we walked towards the Clipper Lounge, we were giddy with excitement for an opportunity to drink alcohol. About 45 minutes in the lounge, and 2 drinks per person later, our total bill came out to be $100!!!! But it was worth all the trouble.
Driving in Ahmedavad – When we arrived in Ahmedavad, at 6:45 p.m., we were greeted by my father, and a few of my cousins. We all traveled in two cars to our destination an hour away. When we got on the roads in India, we noticed that it was complete and utter CHAOS. I was completed scared for my life, the whole drive. Cities in India do not have signal lights, road signs, traffic courteous, or painted roads (To help distinguish boarders between the two sides of traffic). So when were headed home, I was so scared for my life, along with my brother and my sister, I just made myself go to sleep.
Home Sweet Home – We arrived at home at 8:45 p.m., the exhausting travel time was almost 48 hours long. But I was glad to be in India.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
I just went to go see National Lampoons, Van Wilder - The Rise of Taj. I tried to go to the movie to help support a fellow DESI (Indian Person). But unfortunately, the movie was horrible. If you guys are up for a good original movie - GO WATCH BORAT!!
What has the world come too? I forgot to place these images online 4 months ago, but my brother Rave and my friend Cameron went to Jackson Hole to go White Water River Rafting on the 4th of July. As you can see the two of them are hard at work... HAHA. All I know is that the two of them had a blast rafting the river.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Saturday, July 01, 2006
I have officially finished my first attempt at the Utah Children's Foster Foundation Chalk Festival. It was hot, but a lot of fun. Look over the images and let me know what you guys think.
Also, if you have any ideas for next year, I am up for anything. Just send me a comment.