Monday, June 29, 2009

How you can live rent free in the United States of America :-)


Link: How you can live rent free in the United States of America :-)

Read the article to get all the details...te following are some of the links on the web if you ever decide to leave your day-job and decide to become a free loader(not quite) :-)


Resources mentioned in the article,

The Caretaker Gazette has been around for 27 years, supplement their regular publications with daily or weekly job updates
Workamper News for 21 and supplement their regular publications with daily or weekly job updates
Workers on Wheels for 15 and offers a free e-zine.
craigs-list ads
internships at farms -
Mature single women can always become sorority/fraternity house directors
Teach English in China and Korea



Tuesday, November 25, 2008

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?

This is an email forward which landed in my inbox...I had to edit some of the stuff(no pics and delete the forward to your friends stuff)...but, the integrity of the content has been pretty much maintained. Now, before I let you send you of reading, here is my own $.01cent(the market ate the other!).

A couple of days ago, I was wondering out loud - Before that, I need to tell a story. Indulge me, please.

Back in 1987, we lived in the suburbs and the telephone was a possession of the privileged class. Yes, we didn't have a telephone until 1996. oops, there is a sub-plot, am going off on a tangent(will cue you when I resume telling this story), please bear - during college, I had to go to a friend's relative who had a telephone - the call was scheduled on the previous call, monday evening 730-745PM. And courtesy of this friend, me and roomie tagged along. What more, the friend-link ensured we were fed by our generous hosts - I mean, home made coffee and something to munch-on while waiting for the scheduled call. My parents had to drive(that comes so naturally, actually ride the scooter) down to the nearest PCO(thanks Sam Pitroda) and we would briefly exchange messages, setup the next call date...it was heaven to hear the voice of my father and mother on the other line(one more story, but later).  Apologies, for the segue...back to the real story...please continue reading.

Yet, I have memories of periodically meeting my cousins in the city. They came to meet us and we used to go meet them, there was so much joy in the activity and to top it all, at the end of the day, it was painful to say good-bye and head back to our solitary existence - "company" of cousins was so much fun, rare, and looked forward to. We managed to stay in touch, suffice it to say. These days, we are glad to get off each other's backs and excuse ourselves with our burdens.

Rants apart, coming back to the wondering loud part(if you still remember), How did we exchange messages in real time back in the 80s and 90s? During the 80s,  we all vaguely remember of being constantly in touch(or we fooled ourselves into thinking that meeting once in 3-4 months was being in touch). This brings me to what I wished to say(yes, we are still on the wondering out loud part)...maybe, that is the reason why invitations for weddings and other big events were printed and distributed to near and dear. Although, in those days of no printing press, people wd either write down the date/place or commit to memory(if no pen was found handily).  Zooming back to the present, I should say - why do we need invitations(save trees!) when a text-message or evite could suffice? I am certain of one fact - for all you care or I care, we could simply send one message and sit back and relax and even ask them to RSVP...but the fundamental premise on which these things called upon - is lost forever. Everything turns into a mere formality or has already...the shallowness(imagine Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now)! sigh.

Now, please read what the "emotional" generation has to write and smack their lips about?

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?

We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…
Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…
When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…
We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….
We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other….How? No one knows…
We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours
We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.
And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had swag from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...
We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ... BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!
We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…
We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…
When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days…We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. .

Most of all, we learned to respect others…

Are YOU from that generation??

Maybe this message will help them forget the stress that surrounds us these days….and just for a few moments puts a smile to their faces as they remember what life was really like in the good old days……


Monday, January 14, 2008

Callme

Click on the button the left and put your phonenumber and click Call. Your phone will ring and pickup...you will hear soothing bell chimes, while I will be located...