Wednesday, December 25, 2013

New Jersey/New York Driver's License for H4 Visa Holders


For those who are in H4 or any other visa interested in getting a driver's license,it is better to take care of the following

If you are a H4 Visa Holder:
1.Apart from the Six point verification as given in NJ DMV book , make sure that you get the SSN denial letter from any of the EAD offices close-by.(Applicable only for H4 visa holders)

2.Note that it is a SSN denial letter is the one stating you cannot be given SSN because of the Visa Constraints , so if you are an L2 or any Visa eligible for work or SSN,but have not chosen to work, it is mandatory that you have the SSN before going for the written test.

3.If you are on a dependent visa(H4 visa in general), you need to take your husband along for written test along with all his visa documents( to be on the safer side , take his I94,EAD,Passport and even address proof which is on his name)

When we went to North Bergen DMV, they sent us back saying my husband does not have his passport  with him.Logically it is really stupid as the H4 visas are approved by the US Consulate after verifying every possible document but these guys make some crappy rules and ask for everything again.

Also he should have his NJ-ID or NJ driver's license for you to apply for written test(Well, some more added rules)

Now with all the details above , you will be through for giving the written test.Incase, you need an exemption for road test, see that your Indian Driver's license has exactly the same name matching your passport(Eg:if you are a south indian, you need to see that the Indian license does not have Initials but your complete last name as in the passport!, for others if your middle name is completely printed in the passport , it should be the same in your DL).

If you have no issues with the name, then you are exempted from the road test ( at least in bayonne, Near New Brunswick,North Bergen) .Otherwise they definitely will not give exemption.


Friday, June 12, 2009

MY MOST FAVOURITE MAIL
Its 7 : 30 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional.
I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.
I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... well it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ... well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.
I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.
It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.
There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends, but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to ....However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!
As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.
Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!
And I keep on waiting......


PS: i dunno who is the writer for sure.. but i loved the content way too much and it perfectly reflects my thoughts.... to my astonishment, many of my office friends share the same thoughts...thought i shud post it and so i did!!! hats off to the writer anyways:)



Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Life Anew!!!!!!!!...............

Many a times i wonder whether i take the right decisions and smile to myself without knowing the answer! But, till now,i have never found the answer for what makes me decide in a way i have never thought of before making one such.bizarre!!.may be that is called fate ?? destiny??..leave it.no more research.
But,the decision to join hella is one such.A TWIST IN THE TALE i should say!but i am happy for it till now. Thanks to some superior power above me,call it GOD(as it is the common term used). i am revved up today for i have spent one full month in the part of INDIA where i have never been before not even for a single day ... The saddest thing is that i am much comfortable with an alien language and struggling to learn my NATIONAL language...what to do??the country is too diversified to make everyone undestand its own language.KUDOS to everyone reponsible for this (including me for not making serious efforts to learn it).

Huh, what am i doing, the title should have been "A great grumble" or "a big brood" because all i have described is my inability, no , not-that-great ability to communicate in Hindi.But, i can say that the maximum part of fun i have with my friends takes it root in my Hindi accent.just hold your horses . will quote some examples , then you ll get it.
Now back to my expereiences in pune.I must admit that i am a real fortunate and lucky person when it comes to friends and well-wishers.
On the day 2 in pune, i went to the apartment alloted to us and met shivi-my wonderful friend now.I was so excited thrilled and had a fear in the corner of my mind. But now, i thank god and pray him that my relationship with shivi should burgeon every day with no cracks not even a scratch.she was so amiable with smile litting up her face brightening not just her but also the people around.
she is one among those who kept me and keeps me away from home-sickness. Let me say a few things about my other apartment mates.Both of them are from karnataka. pooja and shilpa. we four decided to stay together on the first day we met and they were so terse on the first day of our meeting- a usual problem with many people. Both shivi and i had no problems in breaking the ice,both being chatter-boxes, though she has an edge over me in communicating effectively, one thing among various things i am learning from her.
we were really fortunate because all our parents got along with each other so well and
after a three day-long hunt , the MISSION-HOME HUNT ended up successfully.All credits to the parents.
yeah, that was a hapy start and it was extra-special to all of us because none of us have ever stayed in a private apartment before. we have our own abode and that brough in me an extra tinge of happiness. Yet another thing that surprised me was we had no issues on any thing because each one of us were very flexible and kind o focussed on nourshing the relationship with each other. it is always a pleasant thing to be around such people and thats the way i feel.pooja is an innocent girl ,vey patient and composed ,intelligent smart and added to all these is her flair for involuntary- sit- and- sleep action. wow , such an awesome a-must- watch show.i can also desribe this elaborately. pooja is a brilliant kid but she cannot hold control over her sleep. she ll fall over the books again and again . she also has a flair to banter people though it comes out unintentionally. i love her comments so much that i have started making a list of it. pooja is so responsible yet one fine day she was generous enough to donate her wallet with just 1500 rs and all her debt card to someone except for the fact that person was not known to her yet he / she took hers with all prerogative.(Poor pooja) is struggling hard to make up for the lost money in VAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YET TO BE CONTINUED.....
IN my next episode u ll find a silent shocking shock absorberand observer MISS SHILPA!!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

ARE U FREE??
hey hi everyone, are u free........... check out this link, a good way to while away time
http://home.comcast.net/~wolfand/..
hope u enjoy this!!!!!!!!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WRITTTEN BY ME TO MY VERY GOOD FRIEND!!!


FOREVER IT LIVES


Monday, August 25, 2008

LET US GIVE SOMETHING BACK TO THE SOCIETY

join
http://www.teach.timesofindia.com

wondering what? this is an initiative by times of india for the deprived section of india.if u can afford to spend a few hours between ur schedule to teach them, it would certainly illuminate them,afterall, a small favour we could do for the underprivileged and a duty we ought to do for our nation.

"WE SHUD BE THE CHANGE WE WISH TO SEE IN THE SOCIETY"-GANDHIJI
let us try to make a change!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE KIDS?

I sat down before the television for yet another music show in a private channel,an opening intro was given by an anchor, followed by the commercial break,(but the actual show seemed to peep in between the ads is another story!)long enough to rewind my memories.I was pondering over when i started watching these kind of shows!?? Those were the days when these programs started attracting a wide variety of people right from kids to older audiences. What adds up spice to these kinds of shows is that the aspiring singers perform in front of their heroes, whom they worship and like who they wanted to be. Really such shows were gifted ones to the budding musicians and still are.
Yeah, the commercial break took a break and opening the musical show was a young kid of age some 8 or 9 yrs, I guess. That episode being the semi final round, made me sit agape. I was all eyes and ears. That guy indeed was awesome and many others followed him and every one of them was equally perfect, marvelous and exuberant and add any adjective of this kind,that ll suits those young prodigies. The show ended, the results were announced and to my shock, the nine year old kid was eliminated.
The organizers of the show were generous enough to telecast the conversations that went on among the participants of the show, their parents and relatives after the announcement of results!!. What haunted me more were those pristine tears, the sense of extreme disappointment in that rosy face, the beauty of that smile conquered by sadness. And that background music u know was like a dirge, an Armageddon, as if the kid has lost the whole world.
You might ask me, failures do happen and why so much of exaggeration for this? You are absolutely right, but what persistently nagged me was that "do a kid need an experience of this kind at a vulnerable age", which is meant be a wreath of joy, a period of worry-free life.
Media, in order to broaden their horizon of audiences, by all means, use these kinds of shows. The winners of these shows are made celebrities. They go out, sign autographs, make musical concerts along with big singers, get sponsors for their costume, perform music GALA amidst a throng of “FANS” and attend school functions as a chief guest and they are treated as everything except as kids. Does’t this inculcate a sense of pride, even arrogance at times in the young mind or is that like we are training the toddlers to be modest. Above all, this kind of hype might create a barrier between these kids and other children. No matter how many uniforms we give them, the mindset of the gullible children would remain unchanged.is it like, When failures hurt so much, success backfires!
When on-screen have so much of things, the work-outs for the competition has no less in contribution. Days and months of preparation,a day-long wait (it may even be more) in the studio and so on. For those from a remote place, a tedious travel is a lagniappe.
These tv shows are not the only means by which the children are burdened, these are the latest attractions in the row of different types of extra curicular activities and competitions to put the tiny tots under pressure, which actually should be an impetus to develop a sense of interest in doing some work,build up a healthy competition and inculcate a sociable atttitude among them.But,things are turning other way round. it develops a kind of hatred, greediness some times even inferiority complex and they develop such a mindset that they become to sensitive to bear with failures.
Last week, I was rather appalled, by the story I heard from my aunt, the mother of my UKG-going cousin. They went to a recitation competition and one parent who came there, unable to bear with the failure of her son, went on beating him, unmindful of the fact that the beautiful bud will not only be bruised physically but psychologically too.Why, so much of thrust upon those young minds?If the parents themselves are so immature and cannot bear with these small disappointments how ll a kid endure simple failures and won't this mentality will have a negative impact in the later part of life?
Sometimes, parents go insane because of too much of predictions and anticipation about their children's future. I am not blaming or hurting the interest of parents, but, it has to be such that the children should have some good amount of time to be kids apart from all their swimming class, extra coaching class, Hindi class, this preparation, that preparation blah blah. Many parents despite knowing this fact,forgets everything altogether especially when they are too much into this world of competition than their wards, forcing their aspirations on them and at times for the joy of bragging about their children among their peers, they want their kids to be perfectionists.i don’t know, I may sound anachronistic for a few, because i still feel nostalgic about my primary-school days and have some sweetest of memories to rely on when I feel hectic unlike the children today who are born to work and compete(sometimes only these things)and will grow up with no time to contemplate the past. After all, even if they wish to, some may not have any such things if things go on in current pace. So, all parents want is to somehow put the children in the safe boat no matter where they land up, unconcerned of whether they ll like it or not.Parents who does things at best interests of their children forgets that sometimes over indulgence and over expectations spoils everything.
who are all accountable,for things happening in the current scenario?The competitive age in which we live ,the society which is stereotypic( I mean , the society supports people only those who does things that is well recognised and don't accept or respect( sometimes even discourage) people who choose the road not taken by others, even if they know that it might be better ),the Parents who are too proactive and too much interested in deciding theirs ward's life at a very early stage itself giving much care to the charm and fame of the present time,taking every action to mould them that way,which would ensure a safe future for their children(Never mind,how much happy and cool their chidren at present).anyways,Whatever or whoever it is, it is high time we draw a boundary for how much we can expect from the young children, how much we can influence them in the budding stage.
If, it is not done, then they will become just a machine engineered for vying and proving themselves the best to the society (Not even to themselves) without knowing the real beauty of life.