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		<title>Imminent nuptials and superstar lookalikes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 20:13:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amortya Ray</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Today my Mum was asked to be judge for a dance competition at the local Saraswati Pujo in Lokhandwala Complex, Bombay. And for some reason, she had been insisting all day that I accompany her to the event. And as much as I didn&#8217;t want to go, I decided to be a good son [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today my Mum was asked to be judge for a dance competition at the local Saraswati Pujo in Lokhandwala Complex, Bombay. And for some reason, she had been insisting all day that I accompany her to the event. And as much as I didn&#8217;t want to go, I decided to be a good son for once, and tag along. BIG MISTAKE!</p>
<div id="attachment_468" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 458px"><a href="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/AR-and-AB1.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-468 " title="Morty and Abhishek Bachchan" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/AR-and-AB1.jpg" alt="" width="448" height="261" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Really? I don&#39;t think so!</p></div>
<p>It was only after I got to the ground that I realized the devious ways my Mum&#8217;s mind works in. Well, I shouldn&#8217;t have been surprised. She is after all MY mother! Mommy was totally <em>pimping</em> me out for all the eligible girls present there. Here&#8217;s how it worked. I was standing with my Dad on one side of the ground checking out the food stalls (obviously!). Ma goes about socializing and networking like she&#8217;s one of the girls from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_and_the_City" target="_blank">SATC</a>. But truth be told, her hawk eyes were scouting for nubile, young women to pitch to me. And after she&#8217;s done with her recon mission, she calls me over and introduces me to her friends AND their daughters. She&#8217;s goes like, &#8220;Here is my son. Engineer. NRI. And doesn&#8217;t he look like Abhishek Bachchan?&#8221;<em>. </em>Obviously, she couldn&#8217;t tell me anything straight up, but one look in her eyes and I knew what her end game was. S<em>he&#8217;s cute na? She&#8217;s well educated, has a good job, comes from a good family and can cook! Why don&#8217;t you call her sometime? </em>Of course, if she had it her way, she would have probably had me engaged then and there. Thankfully though, I managed to drag her by the hand away from all the madness. She was quiet, but her body language was yelling, &#8220;I AM NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER. I WANT GRANDCHILDREN! AND I WANT THEM NOW! THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, EVEN IF I HAVE TO KNOCK YOUR ASS UNCONSCIOUS AND MAKE YOU TAKE THE GODDAMN PHERAS&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Joy</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 03:34:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amortya Ray</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round. -Edward Cole, The Bucket List [2007] [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">I went skydiving   last summer. Naturally, I pretty much crapped my pants right up to the point me and my tandem instructor jumped off the plane, but once I was in the air, plummeting 20,000 feet to the ground, with the wind distorting my face, making it look like I was struck by a vicious flesh eating disease, I realized the awesomeness of the moment. That 3 minute drop  gave me biggest rush of my life, a high no drink can match. Even the El Toro pales miserably in comparison to this ride. Knowing that it can very well be the last thing I ever do, so might as well go in style, I took a massive leap-of-faith and ended up with an experience of a lifetime.</p>
<div id="attachment_116" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-116   " title="Sky Diving" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/skydiving-300x189.jpg" alt="Morty trying to be cool for the camera" width="300" height="189" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Morty &amp; skydiver dude trying to be all cool for the camera</p></div>
<p>Mum once told me that to travel one needs to get 3 things right: the right age, the financial resources, and most importantly, the will to travel. So here&#8217;s a couple of things I believe I should definitely attempt before I get too old, go broke, or become too chicken for adventure.</p>
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<div id="attachment_117" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-117 " title="Shark Cage Diving" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Shark-Cage-Diving-Hawaii-300x200.jpg" alt="Some day, perhaps!" width="300" height="200" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Some day, perhaps!</p></div>
<p style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;ve always considered myself to be a water baby. Hence, its not surprising that topping my bucket list are a host of water based  activities. Scuba diving, surfing, snorkeling, diving with sharks are some of the things I&#8217;d love to try. The last one in particular. Considering that I&#8217;m not much of an animal lover and detest  sea food (yes, a <em>kalank</em> on all of them Bongs out there), I think it would be interesting to live through the <em>Jaws</em> experience first hand. Step one for the aforementioned goal is already in the works. A trip to  V&#8217;s Caribbean homeland, experimenting with T&amp;T cuisine (which, I gather, is very much like Desi food, so I should feel just at home) and lazing on the beach, sipping on a Mojito,  is step two. Step three: **gulp** stepping into a steel cage, descending down the clear blue waters, with sharks circling around me, and being terrified of being eaten alive by the very thing I came to see!</p>
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<div id="attachment_118" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img class="size-medium wp-image-118 " title="Top of the Pyramid" src="http://www.amortyaray.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/topofpyramid-300x255.jpg" alt="Sweet Lord, thats one gorgeous view!" width="300" height="255" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Sweet Lord, thats one gorgeous view!</p></div>
<p style="text-align: left;">Moving onto less dangerous, but equally incredible things to do! People who know me would agree that physically strenuous activities are really not my thing, but a man can dream, can&#8217;t he? I think that climbing to the top of the Pyramid of Giza would be super cool and would certainly make for interesting conversation on a date. <em>Hot date: So Morty, what did you do last weekend? Me: Well, I was in Egypt and I climbed to top of the Great Pyramid of Giza with my buddies and had a beer. Hot date: **too stunned to say anything** </em>I&#8217;ve always thought that Egypt is a country much like India. Steeped in mythology and culture and a fabulous destination for tourists. I really want to visit the place someday. Ever since Lucky Ali crooned <em>O Sanam</em> to that gorgeous woman in his video, I was convinced that Cairo/Egypt is one place I must go to. Standing on the top of the pyramid,  would be one of the most breathtaking moments of my life.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">This was just the tip of the iceberg. There&#8217;s the carnival at Rio, the touristy spots in Italy/Rome, the gondola&#8217;s in Venice, Kerala backwaters, Rajasthan, Ladakh,  and of course the millions of places I could visit in the US itself. My list could  go on and on. The world is huge and we have so little time. A single lifetime simply isn&#8217;t enough to enjoy the beauty of this planet. Makes you realize how insignificant a part you are of this huge ass planet.</p>
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