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Rainy Day

2011-08-18T03:42:00.000-07:00

"Rain, rain go away. Come again another day. Little Johnny wants to play."

Even after reciting this rhyme several times during our nursery days, it never actually became our motto in school. Our July and August were spent in singing:

"Rain, rain please do stay. Come again and again whole day. Little Johnny wants to play."

The rainy days of Bhopal are etched in my memory and my friends from Carmel would nod and echo their agreement here. Rainy days were the golden days for the school kids.

The most looked forward treat used to be school announcing a holiday due to heavy rain pour. Wow... I still remember how I would wait for the bus and then come back hopping happily, splashing all the puddles, ruining my clean and well pressed uniform. "Chutti mil gayi... it is a rainy day... Bus nahi aayi" Even my Mom used to get intoxicated by my happiness and would smile at the extra bout of work (my mud stained uniform) that I would bring back for her. You see, the those were not the days of Surf Excel. "Daag achche hain!" came quite later in our lives. I so envy the kids these days when they are encouraged on national television to enjoy sack races, get themselves covered up in cycle grease to impress a girl or beat up a puddle because it had hurt their little sister. I so much envy them... really. Anyhow, coming back to my rainy day celebrations, the rest of the day always passed by in a blur. Watching TV, reading comic books, shouting, dancing and creating all possible nuisances. Best part used to be when rains would stop and a clear sky took over past noon. All kids in the colony used to come out and play. It used to be the best of both worlds, no school and more playtime as well.

Even when at times school administration didn't get too liberal and used to call us for classes while it was raining cats and dogs, the poor turnout was a blessing in those moments. Most teachers would skip lectures and then we, the fortunate ones, used to get free periods one after another. We used to remove our shoes and drenched socks and jump from one bench to another. Sing songs, play games, chat and discuss even the most trivial issues as if our life depended on it. The whole day used to be like a recess time and then we used to board buses that would take us back home.

Well what can I say, we were kids back then. Those were the golden days, real gold. Now it is all so mundane and different. It has been raining continuously in Bangalore since last night and still I had to wake up, get ready and drive all the way to office. Getting mud soaked by the splashes made by my fellow drivers. I reached office somehow after tackling the worst possible traffic jams and then got busy with meetings, codes, installations and obviously writing this post. I wish I could still get back those school days once again. Sing the wrong rhyme again and play once again. Oh dear... "Rain, rain... "

A little girl I am...

2011-07-14T07:33:00.000-07:00

Credit rolls of "What a Girl Wants" were still scrolling on the TV Screen as Daphne Reynolds' quest to get that special "Father-Daughter" dance came to a happy ending, Anagha pressed the red button on the TV Remote and the screen flickered and went blank. What a beautiful relationship it is, the one that a father and daughter share. Anagha couldn't help but smile at the thought of the "My Daddy Strongest" t-shirt she had got specially printed as her first ever Father's Day gift for her Papa. How excited he got that day. It was simply priceless. Could have easily been the idea for a MasterCard Ad campaign. Getting a t-shirt Rs. 60/-, printing a picture Rs. 100/-, the smile on your dad's face Priceless.

Her train of thoughts traveled through each junction of her life with her Dad and came to a halt at the phone conversation that they earlier had the very same day. "Betuji, I didn't realize that my little angel has grown up and is a young lady now. Your Mom is pestering me to find a suitable match for you. The very idea of you getting married gives me jitters, but that is how life is. I knew this day would eventually come...". This and all the cliched stuff that any father would say before dropping in the bomb of already having found a suitor for her. "Ayush will call you in the evening, just talk to him. Okay! We will only move further if you say yes. Do keep what I just said in mind. Love you Betuji. Take care!" Hmmph, has she really grown up? Daphne had a "Coming Out" party thrown by her Dad, but does any girl ever really grows up?

Anagha walked towards her closet with her mind exactly on one thing that was going to prove her point. She opened one drawer after another until what she looked for were there in front of her eyes. Little miniature toys, collected secretly over the years with fun meals, toothpastes, jellybeans, chocolates and what not. She probably has thousands of these. She still loves to pick up goods with such freebies when she shops for groceries. Never a fan of displaying her collections, she hid them all away from where her friends could spot them and make fun of her. She still loves each single one of them and has fondness for all the new ones too. Has she grown up yet?

She closes the drawer and tries to shut down the door of the closet, but it is almost stuffed to the edge with clothes, matching accessories and shoes to go along with every dress. Her childhood fantasy to have a closet of the size of a mansion is still a fantasy, but her fascination for all that she would put in that closet hasn't gone down one bit. How her heart still aches for every new piece of fashion she comes across. Had funds not been an issue, she might have filled the whole house but for now she has to be content with coming to terms with only a closet full of them. She still remembers how she had hopped up and down the whole house when her Dad had bought her favorite dress and matching shoes and a cute little purse to go along with on her third birthday. Anagha couldn't help but laugh at how she still does the same when she gets back from her shopping sprees, only difference is now she does it after shutting herself up in her room. Has she really grown up yet?

Not much has changed from when she was a toddler. She still wants a big tight hug when she is low in spirits. She still needs somebody to look after her when she is sick and bedridden. Tears roll down her eyes with every wound, physical or otherwise. She still needs to be looked after. She still has soft toys lined up on her bed. She still loves to listen to a story while she goes to sleep, only now the stories are told by movies or books rather than being recited by her Mom. She still feels elated to see a new leaf grow out on her plant. She still loves to listen to the morning chirping. So how exactly is she grown up? What is different now? Just because 26 years have passed since she had troubled her Mom to get into this world, doesn't exactly mean that she has grown up and is ready to share her life with someone. There is so much to learn, so much to see, so much to experience. Why give that all up for a stranger? Why stop being Daddy's little girl? Well these would probably just remain questions. Nobody can actually answer them. Anagha sighed as her train of thoughts had finally reached to the last station. All that is now left is to get down and get unknown in the crowd. Trin, Trin...the phone rang and it is time for another experience, good or bad, time will tell.

Without You

2011-03-02T00:39:00.000-08:00

Days have passed,
And so have the nights.
Spirits have been low,
And high are the tides.

Roses are now black,
Gloomy are verses of love.
Sea is forever violent,
Meaningless is act of dove.

Nothing seems complete,
Without you in my life.
Nothing feels correct,
Without you by my side.

Looking for some comfort,
Searching for some rest.
Walking alone here I am,
Being Invictus is the quest.

Eternal Loner

2010-08-03T04:46:00.000-07:00

Surrounded by a sea of yellow,

Wishing for the darkness to fade.

I am nothing but a Sunflower,

For the Sun I have to forever wait.

Perched above a bough on a tree,

Gazing with blank eyes going wide.

I am nothing but a Night owl,

For the Night I have to forever wait.

Standing erect on one leg,

Waiting for the water to wade.

I am nothing but a hungry Crane,

For Food I have to forever wait.

All alone in the golden field,

Yearning for the color of jade.

I am nothing but a Solitary Reaper,

I have to forever wait,

I have to forever wait.

P.S: The use of Solitary Reaper is a mere reference to Sir Wordsworth's famous composition that goes with the same name.

(In)sane

2010-07-20T11:56:00.000-07:00

It has been a while. No, I am not talking about the time that has lapsed since my last post. It has been a while since I last felt sane. Sanity is a companion which follows its own wishes and acts on self discretion. Wanted by each one and answerable to none, sanity writes its own script. Your wisdom, knowledge and desires are of no record or importance. There have been instances in the recent past when I so wanted to catch hold of it and trap it in a prison made of the strongest substance known to mankind, but alas, even those bars would have failed to captivate it. Sure, I can go ahead and post signs all over requesting eagerly to my sanity to come back, but will it result in anything good? Will it so happen that the next day I wake up, I feel the lousiness inside my head gone for good? Most probably not. The question is what should one do when in desperate need of sanity - call out for help or just wait and watch??

Sadness… An Equation?

2010-04-09T04:55:00.000-07:00

Ah! The tears of unfathomable sadness. Cartman must have found them delicious. After all whatever Scott Tenorman had planned and executed to humiliate Cartman, it was his time to give him the piece of Cartman’s extraordinary brilliance. For those, who lost me from the first use of the word “Cartman”, let me take the liberty of introducing you to Eric Cartman of Comedy Central’s animated series South Park. The show is intended for mature audience, and is famous (I don’t agree with the infamous tag used by wikipedia) for its crude, surreal and satirical dark humor. The above reference was to an exceptional episode “Scott Tenorman Must Die” where in Cartman plans and executes his revenge for getting humiliated time and again by Tenorman. Anyways, no matter how much you like or hate him, I’m not here to write and publicize Cartman. His numerous fans have already made sure that he lives forever.

However, he isn’t the inspiration behind this blog today but it is what he said: “The tears of unfathomable sadness, yummy!” I know I would be branded a sadist for this statement, but I still gather all my courage to write it here: Tears or no tears, there is always an unfathomable sadness in every human being, which comes out time and again. The one and only counter cure is the happiness which is even more deeper than the sadness within. Unfortunately I happened to come across numerous examples, which have nurtured this thought.

In order to explain my point, lets take a group of four people - four healthy, sane and happy homosapiens. Lets name them A, B, C and Z. A’s happiness happens to have a directly proportional relation to a special person X, someone who is dear to heart. The equation is somewhat like:

X present = A happy, X absent = A not happy.

A’s sadness prevails when X is not there whereas A’s happiness takes over the charge when X is around for comfort. This equation is roughly how I’ll document A’s cheerful self and somber mood.

B on the other hand, possesses a switch to the valve between the two moods. That particular switch controls B’s mood. This switch is however controlled by the weight of what is going around. If we assume that surrounding happiness and sadness form a total of 100% and there is no other mood element present, then

Switch(B) = :) if %(surrounding :)) > 50
:( if %(surrounding :() > 50
:S if %(surrounding :( or :)) == 50

C particularly struggles with the sadness and loneliness these days, and sports a fake happiness to avoid questions like “Why so sad?” The main motif and important task for C these days, is to ward off any such awkward and gloomy questions. Fear of becoming a masochist (A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.) is getting the best out of C. In words of equation:

Mood(C) = Fake :) where C == !Alone
:( where C == Alone

Z has a slightly different case. Unlike the rest of the three, Z finds happiness in small gestures. The policy is when sad, do something to take your mind off it… do something impulsive, something stupid or something different, something random to brighten up your life, to get that special sunshine. All in all, Z’s events can be drafted as:

When Z == sad, do Z = random();

No matter how much I try to form an equation for Z’s case, I fail each and every time. This is the best I can do to let you guys know about Z. Probably, one can’t create an equation for happiness, one just stumbles onto it while doing random stuff.

I know I tried too hard to explain my point and I have performed poorly. But I think you got the point and so now aren't you done reading? Go get me a Sandwich! :P

Not meant to be.

2010-03-31T03:32:00.000-07:00

It is when you sigh, oh so deeply, that I realize that you are standing right beside me and that we are not one and the same. You are not a part of me, at least not anymore. I start feeling the sensation of the touch that your hand is leaving on my hand. I don’t remember when we started doing it, but along the time, holding hands has become essential. It looks like it is what we do to connect to each other. One of the palms supporting the other and the ten fingers entwining into each other. I don’t remember how long we have been standing like this, looking at the horizon, wondering why don’t the sky and the earth actually meet at a point, why do they just give us an impression of it?

I drift back again to the day I had first met you. I had found you so adorable in that black shirt and blue jeans. Although it wasn’t love at first sight but still our story started then onwards, if I can call it a story at all. The length of it is so short that it can probably qualify as a fable, a fable that someday I might narrate to my son and daughter. He would idolize you, and she would dream about you. Coming back to the day you saw me, not the same day as I saw you. I can only take your word for it that you found me cute. But I know it was not the cuteness in me that brought you towards me, it was the cuteness that I found in you that made you cross the room and gaze into my eyes. I remember each of the sentences you have used since then to tease me, to irritate me or to make me happy distinctly. I remember every compliment that you have given me, or everything that you said you didn’t like about me.

It was never friendship, it was always this strange peculiar attraction to each other, the completeness we found with each other. It was all complimentary and not supplementary. The presence or absence of others was not of matter to me anymore. It was you who made the clock tick. Even then I knew that our paths are different. This is just the crossroads at which we happened to bump into each other. From here, you have to travel East and I’ve to lead my life towards West. But still those moments that we spent together, those discussions, those arguments weighed even more than combined mushiness of my previous relationships.

Today when I’ve to leave, leave this place and travel away from you, I feel this sinking sensation which is draining away all the warmth you had provided to my cold heart. But I can’t stop it and patch the hole that is coming into existence. You now look down into my eyes. Your deep brown eyes, they don’t ask me a question, and neither do they answer anything. I listen your heartbeat through them. I wish we could stay back for some more time and I could swim some more into those eyes, the ones that now have my eyes locked in a consistent gaze. But all I do is lean my head on your shoulder one last time and my heart whispers, “We were never meant to be.” and then you sigh again.

Desire

2010-02-14T08:58:00.000-08:00

When the rain does splatter,
When the drops pitter-patter,
Take me away to a place,
Where no one will ever matter.

How I had wished to be alone,
Neither a whisper nor a moan,
Farther and farther than a milestone,
Where bonds the sun, earth and horizon.

But those inside my head, the demons,
Of treachery and prohibited legions,
Tie me to the past and the present,
For future they have no reasons.

All I desire is to break strings that bind me,
Finish the spider and web that accompany.
All I desire is to sprout wings and fly high,
Reach where the orange colors the blue sky.

Just call me Angel, every morning Angel...

2009-11-24T10:30:00.000-08:00

Today, sitting in Audi 09 of PVR at Forum Bengaluru, and watching Saif bowling all so cheesy comments at Kareena (which she was actually batting to... and surprisingly well enough), I wondered what does a guy need to do in order to woo a girl. About 3 years ago, I had posted “How to look at a guy in 8 ways!” and had got good enough queries from all my friends of not so fair gender for delivering a KT session (knowledge transition – a famous term in the IT sector). After lots and lots of pondering, even after having a “Girls are NOT dumb” kind of session with Apoorv, I never was able to actually figure out a good and well planned manner that one can execute? Probably because I have never ever felt like wooing a girl and also never got a chance to break hearts. I can never bring up a plan guaranteeing a 100% success like the one of SRK – “6 din and ladki in”! (Ohh well I had to mention KHNH, after all it was a KJo movie that triggered this thought process, and well all KJo movies are usually kind of cheesy)!

Looking around I find all my friends, some in knee deep and some in above the danger level ocean of mushy gushy love. And in fact not just me, even if you pause for a second and look around you, you’ll definitely find the life size couples from Eric Seagal’s Love Story or to relate it to the today’s junta Chetan Bhagat’s 2 states (I hear people are relating it to their very own lives and love lives). Anyways, coming back to the topic, when I go through the ways in which the couples around me came together, I do find a variety and an inconsistency in the behaviours. But again, there are actually some things absolutely common and so to be on a safer side and also to maintain your interest in the post, I will list them down here.

1. One Love - Tell her that she is the only one and is always going to be. No ogling, bird watching or checking out the other specimens.
2. She is the angel, your darling angel – Remind her that daily, every morning and every night.
3. No chiggy wiggy here – She definitely wants you to be her charming prince, her knight in shining armour. Don’t let her feel as if it is just a fling or else you gonna pay big time (of course I’m talking about the shopping expenses).
4. No cheese or muffin (basically anything high in calories) please – Girls hate that. You don’t ask them for a band aid and then tell them that you fell for them the moment you saw them... it sucks.
5. High maintenance always – You do need to invest, if not money then time for sure. Some would want both while some would be satisfied with either, but then again no pain no gain.
6. Happy B’day my love – Never, never ever forget the Birthday... tie a knot in your handkerchief, enter a reminder in your cellphone or make your sister remind you, but do not in any case - not even in 2012, forget the day she came down on earth and that too just for you.

All this and I’m sure you will be able to sail through the whole Pacific Ocean yourself. I’m no Hitch and I definitely don’t host the Ugly Truth, so don’t run and come to me for any advice in case anything goes wrong... which I’m sure will definitely do (it always does)... just learn from your mistakes and try never repeating them again.

Love...

2009-06-03T12:13:00.000-07:00

Sarah Jessica Parker had to think about the three dots that follow this word but unlike her, this special four-letter word is still a mystery to me. It is something that I dread something that I am scared of, something I get nightmares of... and hey-hey do I hear you say Freak!! Well whatever you may call me the truth is that it sure is intimidating.

What the heck is love? Why does it make such a difference if you are not into it? When will people stop telling you that it is the most important part of your life? How do you tell them to stop doing that? Who is there who never ever speaks about it? Where should I go to find answers to all of these?

See for yourself the effect of this lunatic thing on my sane state of mind. A thing which can bring out all 6 words of question (What-Why-When-How-Who-Where) at the same time. I am surprised at the way people behave when they are in it. I can not understand when they say it makes you blind and your heart is not in your control. If it actually does all that then isn't it a disease and one should eradicate it from scratch? Then why in the sweet name of Lord people don't find a vaccination for it?

All this and I guess I already know the answer to this. I muse over the fact that I have known the answer about all this crap since the very start. It is because we have been born with it as an inbuilt defect in our system. You can try a lot to shake it away and tear it apart from yourself but you see you can not.

Now, I know this that this post of mine will be branded stupid, naive, amateurish and many more things. People might even argue over it. But as always I don't care. I don't give a damn to what people think. You see, after a long long time I got something to write about and I couldn't have given away the chance to write. Not even after spending 10 tiring hours at office. Thanks to Carrie Bradshaw, Charlotte York, Miranda Hobbes and Samantha Jones to bring me back.

So it is L.O.V.E and what do I hear goodfellas - L is for the way you Look at me... music notes...

From Chaudhary to Hattori

2009-02-16T05:52:00.000-08:00

Couple of weeks back I was visiting my uncle’s family in Pune. With my mind pretty much made up to enjoy the 3 day long weekend. The laziness had taken over me completely.

There seemed nothing much better than lying on the couch, with TV remote in one hand – lazily switching between the channels and a large mug of hot cocoa in another. While abiding by my pledge to chill out, I was moodily surfing through the various channels. Well, honestly it was more of button pressing and less of interest in shows. I then encountered "Mahabharat" (the old one, the one with "Main Samay hoon..." and not the shit that Ekta Kapoor is serving the Indian audience these days). Apparently, Fox History has taken interest in airing the age old TV Show. It used to be one of the shows that kept me glued before the TV screen during the childhood days. I never used to miss even one single instance of it… starting from the chants of the Bhagwad Geeta shloka – “Yada yada hi dharmasya…” to the end of the casting display. So it was but obvious that my finger stopped pressing those buttons. I sat there enthralled and excited. Though in the times like nowadays, those TV shows look stupid with age-old animation techniques, weird makeup and fancy dresses, but I still found my eyes stuck at the screen.

Either I was so intently watching the saga or my kid cousin is so expert in tip toeing her way through her scattered toys that I didn’t realize that she was just standing next to my ear. I here give her all the credit for having such mighty screaming voice that can tear away something inside one’s head totally apart. She screamed and screamed and screamed till I switched off the TV and looked at her in complete despair. Alas! Her screams continued. And when I was looking at her with an “Oh 2-year old… please tell me what you wish for… I would die fulfilling thy wish” kind of an expression, my aunt came to my rescue and familiarized me with the mannerisms of the self-imposed most important being in the family – my cousin (yes the 2 year old who converses in her own gibberish, thinks she can break the wall with her little fist, the toy breaker etc. etc… phew I can’t stop at listing her qualities… and before anyone of you points your accusing finger at me, let me clarify that I loved each one of the little tyke’s tantrums). Anyways, the point was that it was time for her favorite cartoon show and I was not letting her watch that (At that time… with a split headache I so deeply wished that Oh Lord, please give the power to converse to each and every child as soon as they are born… please).

It turned out that the show was “Ninja Hathodi”. I don’t know about you guys, but it was the first time I ever heard of this show and found the name quite amusing. Had heard of Ninja Turtles and as far as I could figure it out “Hathodi” was a word of Hindi language that meant Hammer. I couldn’t make out head or tail of what was going on. After Googling about it a bit, I realized it was not “Hathodi” but Hattori. The actuality of the show is some what this:

“10-year old Ken (Ken'ichi) Mitsoba is an average kid who goes to elementary school, and struggles with his studies. Meanwhile from ninja land aka Land of the Ninjas, a little ninja named Kanzo Hattori comes, and befriends Ken'ichi. Hattori is now a part of the mitsoba family along with his brother Shinzou, and his ninja dog, Shishi-Maru. Hattori helps Ken'ichi with his problems, and constantly keeps an eye on him, as a good friend” – Taken from Wikipedia

“Amusing things, kids watch these days” was the first thought and then I was zig zagging amongst the favorite comic and cartoon characters of my childhood days – Chacha Chaudhary, Pinky, Billu, Naagraj, Super Commando Dhruv, Ducktales, Talespin, Mickey, Tom n Jerry… but then all of them are amusing too. My parents would have thought the same thing about what I used to watch and I guess I too must have given them similar headaches quite many times. There are new names now – Hattori, Pikachu, Ben 10, Richie Rich, Popeyye, Naruto, Xiaolin and list continues.

Old are the days, but similar are the ways. The Gen Y (I am not sure but I think that is what the kids these days are called after the era when we were termed as Gen X) is busy whiling away time on the TV, Computer and Xboxes. One of my 7-year old cousin (yes, yes… I have lots of kid cousins) did not know what are games like “Ice-Water”, “Nadi-Pahad”, “Help”, “Chain” etc. I was aghast by his response; these were the games we loved in our primary school days.

Phew… after reading all this cribbing from start to this point, I feel like a old grown granny of some sort. NO… NO… what the heck happened… where did I loose my sanity? I guess I am still sane… the only problem was that it does give a feeling of growing old when one reminisces about the personal childhood favorites, as they are now extinct and no kid talks about them. They have new things to muse over and pass their time with.

Taj, Gun, Blood and Nanny!

2008-12-22T01:08:00.000-08:00

After reading what Mayu had to say on her Chit Chatni, I just wanted to add some more to it. As she has put up something intimidating in plain and simple words, yet I find only couple of people looking to it. The problem is not that she hasn’t spoken on a public platform, but the problem is that there aren’t many people who would have actually acted like the way she did. The most common reaction would have been to shout at the policeman and make a run for the train. I don’t know but yes, probably I too would have done the same thing ( :) a self realization! )

Anyways, that was just a part of it. The impacts on Taj and Trident is hardly any, both of them are insured and would be up and running in no time. But, the impact on those present there or those who have suffered personal loss the blood bath is a permanently tattooed heartache. While the whole ordeal was going on, the young Ajmal Kasab was watched on national television captured in camera during his (brave according to himself) act of inhumanity. But most of India was still moving according to its daily routine – offices, schools, shops – all functioning like nothing has changed. Of course, I don’t expect that day to be “the day the earth stood still”, but to mention this was somehow making the whole thing look like an irony, which most of the writers have done (??).

Personally, I pay homage and deep respect to the people who couldn’t survive the whole ordeal. My heart goes out to them. Here I would like to make the special mention of the Rabbi couple, who are now survived by their two children – the older one who is suffering from a terminal illness and the younger 2-year old who was rescued by his Indian Nanny, Sandra Samuel.

This earth has lots of religions surviving over it. After these attacks and in fact several others, the Islamic community has been looked down upon as the one spreading terror. But is it so? Ask the meaning of terror to the Christians who were slain in Orissa few months back. Ask Rahul Raj’s father whom he thinks is responsible for the untimely death of his son. Ask anyone about what they despise or what they think is terror… you’ll get a different answer each time.

The point here is, that the wrong is not in a single community or region, but the wrong is in everybody. Few overcome that wrong with good in themselves and some let the wrong out because of something bad (now, I don’t know what bad… but probably any bad).

Well, enough of the philosophy and lecture. I know I can’t make a solid point here, but I still wanted to speak all this out aloud. What touched me most is that India is still the same after all these attacks at its integrity. And I think it is time for the example that I had preserved for so long…

The incident is dated a month back. According to my daily routine, I take a three-wheeler to my office daily in the morning. Now, the place where I have to get down is spelled – “Thavrekere Road” but is pronounced in several ways by the people in Bengaluru – “Taavarkara”, “Taavarkere”, “Tavvarekar” etc. etc. – the correct one even I don’t know till now, though I end up using the third option often. Now, on the day I’m talking about, I hailed an auto and asked the driver to take me to “Tavvarekar Road”. Now this dear fellow was only proficient in Kannada, which unfortunately is no proficiency of mine. Still I tried my level best to explain to him where I needed to go. After a tiresome 5 minutes of explanation, the driver looked at me and smiled, hit his forehead with his hand and looked at me as if I was someone real stupid and said.. “Ai yo… Taavarkere Road”… and signaled me to sit inside. The most important lesson I learned that day was, even if two people don’t speak the same language, still they can communicate effectively, what is required is a little patience.

Then why do such misunderstandings leading to terror take place? Why don't people sit and solve the problems they face? Why do they always have to take up the gun and shout? Why??

P.S: Thanks to Ankit for his support regarding this post, and also to Mayukhini - for posting that incident. :)

Induction Blues

2008-11-26T00:37:00.000-08:00

Sitting in the Induction Room, along with few others, it just crossed my mind that Taxes are not just going to be in Maths Text Books. They are very much going to haunt me for the rest of my life. The only thing left now is to wait and watch what it would look like?

Would it be a big headed, hairy, huge, and shark toothed monster; coming to scare me in my dreams in order to capture the power of my screams. Yeah, yeah… you got it right, I’m talking about Monsters, Inc. But are there any chances of having a Sulley who finally realizes the mistake and transforms the whole concern to capturing laughter instead of screams.

When I look around me and by “around me”, I mean the world and not just this Induction Room, I find people running to save taxes, playing tricks to get away and in some cases go to the extent of committing crimes… don’t look at me like that… morally Black Money is still considered a crime! I don’t think that Humans and Taxes can come to terms and go hand in hand together. By the looks of it, there can never be a happily ever after for this couple.

But now, I don't know what to write... I can't get to a conclusion... I have just started earning... I guess it would be right though cliche enough to say that time will tell. So for now Au Revoir and C Ya!!

Gender of the “Walls of India”

2008-11-24T08:26:00.000-08:00

Pondering huh... what is this gibberish that I’m gonna give you after more than six months of wait. OK, I know nobody waited but then it kind of does add to a feel good factor to write that! Anyways, when I woke up after such a long sleep, I decided to come up with something weird and yeah stupid too, in order to come into my writing trance again.

This idea sprang up when I was finally leaving Roorkee. You see, Roorkee is a small town in terms of commuting and travelling facilities. But I don’t blame Roorkee for that, because UK as such is a small state. (Oh, please your highness the Queen of Britain. Forgive me but I wasn’t referring to the mighty state governed by you. UK is the postal code for Uttarakhand, a small crunch of land that has now been separated from Uttar Pradesh). Anyways, back to business, in order to get to Bangalore I was required to catch a flight from Delhi’s domestic airport and so I boarded a train from Roorkee to take me to the country capital.

Now coming over to what we started with. The best part in travelling within India is not just the countryside but also the walls of the towns and cities. These walls are painted, marked, and postered with various messages. Based on these messages, one can come up with an idea of which gender do these walls support. Support in the battle of sexes, support in the war of power, support in the struggle between Yin n Yang. Till the afore mentioned journey I had this idea that it was the feminine gender the walls felt for. Why? Well here it is why?
1. Sachcha desh banana hai... Bahu betiyon ko padhana hai.
2. Chahiye budhape ka sahara, to kyun sirf ladke ko pukara.
3. Mat karo atyachar, har ladki kare yahi pukar.
4. Karte hain aap apni betiyon se pyaar, Mat karein sweekar dahej ki maang.
These are some of the slogans, which spoke of the loyalty of the Indian walls.

But then... just two things changed my mind... I came to a conclusion that Indian walls are of a democratic mind. Without further ado, I present to you the best roadside one liners ever!!

1. Lovely Men’s Beauty Parlour (I’ve never seen a lovely man before).
2. Dahej kanoonon se agar biwi kare pareshaan, hamara is or zaroor kheechein dhyaan. Forum for Men.

I know it is an abrupt end, but you see the above statements left me speechless. I don’t have anything more to say. Have a good time!!

A Lifetime of 5 years!!

2008-05-03T10:48:00.000-07:00

Its almost an year now since I posted Chronicles of Nostalgia and now I again stand on those cross roads, the only difference being that previously others were leaving and it is now I who is leaving, in the world of Nostalgia I am the Chosen One this time.

This thought struck me just yesterday while filling up slam books and diaries or better termed as memoirs for my friends and juniors. It was this one statement that I wrote, that came from somewhere within, that caught up with my thoughts and here I am telling you about these 5 golden years. But first of all what I wrote - "I have lived a lifetime here!".

Some people would take it as a result of boring persona and a give up attitude but then I guess they fail to understand what I want to say here. NO, I have not grown old, wrinkly and weak so that I write that. It is just simply the fact that this place here called college campus lets you gain a new experience, help you grow mature and give you all the possible opportunities to mold yourself. I am not the same person as I was when I joined this place on 31st July 2003.

I tried my hands on new things, learned stuff, gained best of friends, made foes, argued, laughed, cried, consoled, and what not. All these things comprise a lifetime and that is what I have lived in these golden five years. It was great to be here and this place will always ROCK!!

Bete-Noire

2008-01-09T03:01:00.000-08:00

Well, the title has nothing to do with what follows next. Its just that, its a new addition to my vocab (courtesy: PTV in one of his post). For your ready reference, bete-noire means a detested person; someone or something which is particularly disliked or avoided; an object of aversion. Everyone has someone or something to dislike, it sometime seems that the very own existence of us humans depends on how much or to what extent do we dislike the particular object.

Whatever be the case, it is none of my concerns to get worried about the amount of hate or love that is spread in the world. So far, life has been going good with all its ups and downs. A suitable enough update would be - failed MS, got lucky with Oracle and again back to a failure through CAT so the next is that I am waiting for another success in queue. Life always goes with ups and downs, it somehow has never learned to travel on a widespread plain. After a large bum, I have to settle down and wait for a low rise. Still its been comfortable till now and I hope I won't feel even a bit of motion sickness on my leftover ride... which by the way I think is going to be long enough.

Couple of days back one of my friend told me that I'm so lively and I just repeated the famous Jab We Met dialogue - "Main apni favorite hoon!". But when I wait and think about it, there are lot less people remaining who actually love themselves. Most of us are busy cribbing that the others get more, they have a 'better' good luck than ours, there has been a case of favoritism etc. How many instances have been there where one has not done so? I admit that at a point in my life I was like that too and then one day everything changed. Everything as in everything. It was the day I got my rejection from MS, was dejected (it was my first rejection after all) to the core and the feeling was hopeless and then that almost an hour talk with Dad made me take a whole new perspective towards everything. He just said one thing, if I would have got selected for Nestle which sure was a better lucrative offer than BHEL, you wouldn't have been there thinking about your rejection because I would have been long dead (Nestle was posting in some remote village in Punjab, where at that time terrorism was at its peak and the factory was burnt with all its employees inside) and you would have got a compensation instead of the chocolates you think about. That one sentence made me realize that whatever is happening to me is probably for my own good. I don't say that might be some odd day MS campus in Hyderabad catches fire and I die there but now I don't care how everything goes... I just live through it.

Somehow, that one sentence has changed something within me and has changed my whole perspective turning me into the one who just loves whatever happens - good or bad. Again here Good and Bad are couple of the relative terms that we come across. Its the relativity from person to person that classifies things as good or bad. As they say, Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, similarly I would quote this as Morality lies in the minds of the people. Boozing and fagging might be in for some whereas they are just a no entry territory for others. Similar is the case with pre-marital sex affairs, bribe or prostitution for that matter. Still some don't take things lightly and create a hype over that. Why does this simple fact never cross their mind that their roaming and cuddling around with there boyfriends, or simply having a boyfriend, is considered BAD by some others. Somehow, everyone ends up overlooking these facts and this aspect of theory of relativity.

I am all vella (not yella or della) this semester, the above passages were a part of the gibberish that runs in my mind these days. Pardon me in case it offended you. For now that is it... let me relax and switch over to watching "Music and Lyrics" - a lovely tale of a song writer and a born lyricist! Adieu!

Alpha as a factor...

2007-11-24T05:19:00.000-08:00

Recently, I just happen to come across this fact that how much are guys thinking about the whole concept of alpha-woman. I must admit this whole concept seem to scare the hell out of them. The very fact that today in India, the major power-packed positions are held by women, seem to hurt some aching nerve of men. All they can think about is there nightmare getting true.

There seem to be lots & lots of retaliation against the discrimination, towards women, from guys. Each one of them seem to worry about the day when women will occupy all of the important positions across the globe & will become the string pullers for the men who'll be boiled down to nothing but puppets.

I agree to everything that's said. Given the current situations, where women are supported on the fact that they had been downtrodden since centuries & now its time to give them their rights, the eventual end is definitely this. But... why do no one still looks at what is still going on. The women whom we talk about consists around only say 30% of the complete women population of the country, the rest of the 70% still remains the subdued one... the one who are brought up to get married, run the household, get pregnant, give birth (in fact in many cases... multiple times), raise kids and then grow old and die. These 70% are still being taught how to become good wives and how to please in-laws... I don't say thats bad but then I don't think guys should even get worried... since that divine feminine power still does not have its 70% ready.

In fact, its just still centuries to go till this so very worried about final destination is reached. Why get worried just now... let the generations to come take care about it!

Musings...

2007-08-17T08:29:00.000-07:00

No posts since past one and a half month! I know I might have committed a crime. This is never-never ever a passable or allowable act in the religion called Bloggerism! I'll not make an excuse of being busy or that nothing interesting happened in my LIFE. All I can say is that I was suffering from the conventional and communicative disease of laziness.

The first few words that ring in my ears, when I think about this ailment, are "Aalas Buri Bala Hai!" These age old words of wisdom have been passed down from generation to generation in one or the other way. Kabeer stated it as "Kaal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab! Pal mein parlay hoegi, bahuri karega kab?" But now if someone would wake up and try to look around with open eyes, one would look at a bunch of closed eyes and hear loud snores and a plain chant of "Aaj kare so kaal kar, kaal kare so parson. Itni jaldi kya hai pyaare, abhi pade hain barson!"

Due to this LAZY factor, a new phenomenon is budding up! That is to achieve maximum possible in minimum possible time with minutest of efforts required. This is pretty much proved by the increasing number of reality shows that are populating the TV channels. What on observes is that these reality shows, now in there 2nd or 3rd seasons, are gradually becoming a platform for kids on the block. The average age of contestants is decreasing as the zeal to prove oneself at an early age is increasing tremendously. These little ones of around 16 or 17 years of age have barely achieved puberty and are right there in front of our eyes in all glitteratti and glamorous mode. I sometimes wonder, have I overslept or was I too Lazy to see this! :|

The Night time Adventures!!

2007-07-01T07:54:00.000-07:00

Now now… don’t think that the blog that you are gonna read now is not suitable for the minors’ eyes… in fact its pretty much to do with the ones of there age and also the ones like us (who still have the small one hidden inside). Recently, after coming back to Roorkee, I had to temporarily shift in another room in a different wing of the hostel, the one which no one prefers the most. And yeah… on the same very day, I very much understood why it is so. After shifting all my stuff and relaxing a bit, I just thought of having a look at Sonal’s room (she had already gone home) and to see if I can find anything to munch… what met my eyes first was a lovely note she had stuck near the switchboard about the dos and don’ts in the room. The list was not very long and bulky, just contained the following three points:

Do not try and open the window, there is a large family of lizards residing there.
Do not leave the door opened for long, there are too many of them.
A packet of Wai-Wai is in my cupboard! J

LIZARDS as we all know them are the creation of God that me and Sonal despise the most. Can’t even bear to have one, in the very small room, which SB has provided us. Hina has also shifted to a nearby room, and shares our concerns regarding the creepy creatures. Now the fear and hate vent out in form of different reactions that we give to there different sizes. The small ones are chased upon and killed as soon as possible. The bigger ones are feared and looked constantly at, in order to be careful where they head too. And the medium ones can’t be murdered but yeah… we do chase them so that they get out of the room!

Now, from the time we have shifted in these rooms, our trio has been busy with late night adventures with these Lizards of the Sabarmati wing. We have got well equipped in order to fight Lizardophobia. You think about it and we have it… a broom, crazy lines chalk, hit and what not. And in fact we’ve not let even a small time wasted in Lizard Proofing our rooms.

The nights are tiresome and the days are dreary... but all we need is peace, solace and to get away with this tension as early as possible! May our requests are heard by the God Almighty!

Confessions of a Slothful Environment!

2007-06-05T21:14:00.000-07:00

Had it not been a desire to have a look at my Dad's office or an unnecessary temptation of undergoing a small term training at the country's largest public sector unit, I would never have landed up in an environment which I now dislike the most. Kudos to Dad for spending a long (>22 years .... man!!) glorious period of his professional life here... Bravo... I'm proud of you Dad!

What hits me the most is the contrasting difference between the two workplaces... the one where I interned last summer & the one where I am getting trained this summer. The only similarity is that both of them are the ace ones in their respective fields. But they are so very different from head to foot, from body to soul, that I can't help but disgruntle at the situation.

Now most of my frenz would simply nod and sigh out their acceptance by saying "Yeah! I know What you did last summer!", but buddies believe me when I say this certainly is not like what I did last summer :(. Every, single drop of air here shouts loud bout the laziness & careless attitude of work.

Time is something which they seem to have in abundance. In compensation to the flexible timings people enjoyed at MS, the office here is supposed to open at 8 AM, though the security walas (not the good natured men of G4S but old uncles of CISF) keep you waiting till 8:45 AM to furnish you with a Gate Pass (the Sarkari bhai of Access Card). Why in the whole world do I need it... just in order to get into the grounds of BHEL, to cross the huge iron gates guarding the ADM building which is not a spec when compared to the MS campus (though small in size, it still had a sense of grandness and a prevalent homely feeling). Moreover, the G4S guys never used to let you enter without your access cards whereas here no one even cares more than a needle to check your gate pass thouroughly.

Entering further into the realms, there is no heed given to the employees' enjoyment. In IDC, our Team Admins used to remain on their toes for every small little favors we used to ask from them. Here the so called Personnel department doesn't even care for it! As an intern too I had enjoyed a hell lot at IDC, whereas here I am god-dammit paying for getting trained :(, so why should I be given any good natured, well behaved conversations!

All this and much more ( I know it more or less seems like a cribbing session... but couldn't help it), it just gives a thought to what the hell will the goverment do or how much great deeds can a governemnt do with this kindda attitude prevalent in all government and public sectors. These offices and firms are there to help countrymen grow and let the country grow... but the biggest question is how will the seed even survive without even a beam of the sunshine of enthusiasm!

Chronicles of Nostalgia: The sentimental arguments, the MISS YOUs and the whole idea!

2007-05-22T06:29:00.000-07:00

Not so long ago, there was this tale, which was prevalent in the undergraduate students at IITR, that there exists a land of Nostalgia which opened for the chosen ones whenever it needed them.

The chosen ones were the graduating students... unlike the Chronicles of Narnia; Chronicles of Nostalgia never had any fixed names and numbers for the chosen ones. It is now time for the Batch of 2007 to go and save the Land of Nostalgia and free it from the worries of parting! The chosen ones... the kings and queens were awestruck and perplexed when they first landed in Nostalgia. Everything seemed same yet so different to their eyes. Though they have been watching the similar events year after year, but then they were indifferent as they were not chosen to face the war. The war against raging emotions, weird feelings, parting speeches, good bye gifts and the most dangerous one - the sentimental arguments.

These kind of arguments emerged from the sheer want of shooing away the sad emotional waves that now frequently struck the shore in the depth of each and every heart. They were these stupidest of arguments like the challenges to make someone cry, the sarcastic comments being passed or the worst parting ever - an ego clash!

The next weapon with the evil side is the compulsion to bid Good Byes and to utter the Miss Yous. One realized how hard it is to do so after landing in the war, after making several unsuccessful attempts to banish them.

The general personal ideas to the war is:

The whole idea of parting gives me goosebumps... how can one say bye to the joy one had... how can one bid farewell to the feelings one shared... how can one shut her/his eyes towards the fun one made! And to top it all the scariest of all is what if I'm not missed by anyone... as such itself I was never important to anyone... or at least no one made me fell like one. What if I'm just washed away from all their minds and conscience? What in the world will I do without all these nice and choicest of people that I admired and considered as closest of friends (despite of the fact that I might not have been the one for them!) What will then happen to this abandoned soul of mine?

All in all the complete situations is nothing but a some kind of nuisance that goes in ones inner self. To overcome it is the victory and then only will the Land of Nostalgia leave you and be lost in happiness ever after.

Commercialization

2007-04-25T08:09:00.000-07:00

Since some time, it has so happened that I have ended up writing something or other during the long dreary hours of lectures. Today as well, when I have started writing this I notice a basic fact for the very first time. It is a very plain and simple fact that I have been writing things only during those lectures when some powerpoint presentation is going on.

Now, Mr. Bill Gates would definitely have had some idea of how large it is going to become when he introduced Powerpoint to the MS Office package. PPT files have become an important part of all kinds of business – teaching, marketing or otherwise. Things have changed before and things are changing now. But some things and some people still stick to the older methods. It was just yesterday when I visited one of the junior’s rooms and found her scribbling something on a transparent sheet with a permanent marker. She told me that they need to give a presentation and the only aide they’ve is an Over Head Projector. My – my, I was shocked and frowned at the technical prospects that a premier institute provides its students with.

People say that we’re developing and the net per capita income is increasing continuously. Now, looking at the mathematical aspects of this I find that though the increase is continuous but the distribution is surely discrete. People, who earn, earn a lot and those who can never get a penny across!

In this scenario, there ought to be conditions that people opt for weird things as a profession or rather a way to earn living. Recently, our class went on a trip to Manali. It is an awesome and beautiful place. When we visited Snow Point, the nearest possible place from Manali, where one can find snow in the month of April, I did get an idea of how can mankind commercialize some very mere ideas of joy in order to get the most important of all – money. Rs. 40/- per head to pose with a Yak, Rs.100/- for using a tyre tube to slide on snow… are some very weird examples of what I want to convey. How mean has mankind become? To commercialize or to sell all the little things in life that can give even a meager amount of happiness to someone, sounds so very unkind!

But guess this is how it all goes… who am I to say something against the world’s age old traditional atrocity!

TP in lecture!

2007-04-05T22:27:00.000-07:00

OK now, what the crap all this is! This is supposed to be a class and professor is supposedly giving some presentation on "Wireless Networks". He has started from slide 6-25 "Avoiding Collisions", the head and tail of which I am unable to understand. And surprisingly enough, he has now moved on to 6-26 and probably will teach more. He seems to be a in a mood today, unfortunately not of teaching but of running through the slides and somehow very generously of singing a lullaby to the students. 6-27 no and man... he doesn't seem to stop at this too. Can't he understand that after getting all new Wi-Fi 802.11g internet connection in rooms, who the hell gives a damn to the crappy 802.11 frame structure.

This specific class was held after some very common but definitely dramatic sequences of reality. After the 10 minutes long absence of the instructor from the class i.e. we spent 10 whole minutes waiting for him in a dungy classroom in one of the non-lively corners of the department, we finally decided to leave for our respective hangouts (By the way 6-28 now...). We had barely reached the ground floor and Alas! out came a solid apparition from the dreaded alley (the professor's rooms) informing us that - "Don't go dears! Sir aa rahe hain!". :( All this and we were all taken aback by the wave of disappointment. With the dreary and foggy silence of frustration all around us, we walked to the second floor for the room S-308. (Ahh, 6-29 now!) After some good enough efforts and speculations and some knowledge of Combinatorics we adjusted ourselves in order to help us "jhelofy" the 40 mins long (10 more mins gone) boring session. And... wait for what is coming next... some fellow came and said "Class is supposed to be held in S-310 & not here"! My-my, all this occurs specifically when you are not at all in a mood to attend lectures. With some past 7-8 sleepless nights, one wants to finally give rest to the eyelids but the desire is fulfilled occasionally only.

By now, its is 12:45 pm now... 15 more stupid and eerie minutes and I will be a free bird to spread my wings to their maximum length and fly from the E&C tower rooftop. A daydream fantasy though, but it sure helps me each time I am stuck up somewhere in the non-sensible lectures for another 15 minutes. And yeah, especially when one know that the torture is going to continue for some more insane minutes (6-30 slide with couple of green circles and graphics).

I spent the last 10 minutes about strategically planning the end of this note, while blankly staring at the projector screen. The only conclusion I reached was that probably I have crossed the limits of running out of one's mind coz all I could think of was not an ending to this but somehow a start of another one. The only one thing that has crossed my mind till now & that too several times is the very popular, tangy and unforgettable song "Zabaan pe laga, laga re... Namak ishq ka!" :P So, all the dudes and dudettes out there, don't worry I know I am insane :D.

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING UNIMPORTANT

2007-03-25T03:21:00.000-07:00

“I walk on lonely roads…. The only one that I’ve ever known……” I am sitting in my room, and the famous Green Day number’s music is encouraging me to go on with this piece. In last few days, it has turned out so that my academic and extra curricular commitments are keeping me busy and eventually away from my friends. And today it has so happened that I am all alone in my small single-seater room and thinking all different ways that I’ve been left out by… Am I feeling claustrophobic or is it just a sunken feeling of tiredness which has taken me in its tense grasp? I have suddenly become unimportant in the life of most important people in my life. I give messages, missed calls, calls and all I receive in answer is a silence… silence of ignorance, silence of forgetfulness, silence of unimportance.

This very unimportant feeling has now brought me delve into myself and remain with me always. I have come to know its importance now when I have found several aspects that interests me. I won’t name it a self discovery; rather I would say its general knowledge. However unimportant I am for people, I still find its importance some or the other way.

Manliness??

2007-01-30T06:31:00.000-08:00

About 6 cigarettes in 2 hours! My friend told me about this great (to say) achievement of his. My very first reaction was not to believe him, but then later on I did realize that he was actually telling me the truth. I tried not to speak about it to him and even on that day I did not. But unfortunately (or may be fortunately… I am not so sure about it) I couldn’t get this thing out of my mind. I wouldn’t say that smoking is BAD or the guys who do it can be categorized popularly as BAD, but still there is this one thing coz of which I ,or to generalize, people are not very much comfy with FAGGING. In case anyone wants to go and set their very own lungs to fire, she/he has very much a right to do it. The next time I met my friend I did ask him why he did so… the answer I got did shook something within me. He said, I just did it coz I didn’t had any other thing to do… since I don’t drink and as everyone was doing something I took up a fag, lit it and that’s how it proceeded further.

Surprised and shocked by the answer I spent all these days thinking about it. Then there was one time when I discussed this with another friend of mine… and I wasn’t at all taken aback by what he said in a reply. “Come on! It’s pretty usual in guys… I mean… when there are people around you and they make fun… you gotta do something to look manly!” But yeah, I won’t refuse that I didn’t think upon this. In fact, it was this which lead to the chain of thoughts and finally to this blog.

What is this manliness? Is it some kind of feeling or some permanent genetic fault in human males that encourages them to do stupid things and then justify it? What is this force which lets guys do n number of experiments over themselves in order to prove the popularly famous “Theorem of Manliness” to the others that surround them?
No offences meant to anybody, but I am searching for an answer to these questions.

Marriage in the Air!

2006-12-13T02:59:00.000-08:00

Days after my last post have all been so very adventure-less eventful. What I want to say is that lots of things happened and most of them were the ones that were not welcomed at any point of time. All in all, the past 4-5 months were both good and bad and full of masala for garnishing the savory dish of life’s experience! After all it’s all about the sweet, salty and spicy bitterness of life!

Earlier I had planned to write about the 8 most cheesy pick up lines but then nah… it’ll be too boring and just too obvious! Reloaded-Roxin is not meant to be an online cupid junction! It is all about Roxin – well-known venom (That is what Rachit told me once!! I personally take no guarantee upon the trueness of this fact.) Anyways, so the question before me was to what should I write about? And then yesterday night it was all presented to me on a silver platter.

In India, this time of the year is considered to be extraordinarily pious or say apt for marriages. The mood in almost every Indian city is of joy and marriagie! And the torture of it all began from the very day of my arrival to the home town! The hour I entered the home sweet home, my mom was ready with the bundle of questions (or should I say her statements - as I was never given a chance to answer them :( !)

Mum: What are you going to wear for the marriage reception which we need to attend tonight? Pink suit is fine I think.

(Wait a sec! What did u just say? A marriage reception?? Holy God! I've just entered home, Mom... with all the good thoughts of cherishing homemade food... I ain't gonna blast that off for some stupid caterer's preparation)

Mum: Ohh come on! I am not gonna prepare anything for you today! And what will you do all alone at home when the two of us are away? You have to come with us and that's an order! Come on darling, we'll leave at 9 PM and hurry up and will be back by 10:30 PM or so!

(Ohhh it is never so short a visit! Don't fool me into that! But then I know your order is an order and finally I'll have to abide by that! :(((((( )

At the end of it, the night of 6th December ends at our returning back to home by 12 midnight! Who the hell is concerned about the tiresome and 24 hrs journey I had made for home coming and what a sweet welcome it is? The duffons out there are blind or dumb or what?? Am kindda unable to classify their questions - "Arrey... bitiya aai hui hai kya??" ( Why r u asking me this question or do u think I'm a sample of the white vapoury stuff that features in Sssh! Phir Koi Hai )! And the age-old classic ones still take away all the applause - "Arrey kitni badi ho gayi hai... itni si thi jab pichli baar dekha tha!"

So, I think you can now get what it is to go to these Marriage parties! But then this epic just doesn't stop here, what comes next is a grand piece of drama and I'm sure even Ekta Kapoor takes her inspiration from these!

The marriage receptions are still okay but if Bunty and Babli are getting married on the same very day then...

1. Bunty's kins want to make it a yaadgaar baaraat. Thus the marriage procession starts late - by 2 hrs or so. The reason is that Bunty's kins have to get ready for the special day and try some special dance steps (remember Bride and Prejudice!) to match the bandwalas tunes. And infact Himesh Reshamiya is topping the charts with a bad nose!

2. Finally, the marriage procession starts towards the marriage place, where the guests invited have already started having their dinner as everyone is just too busy in today's world. When the baaraat arrives at the gate, the kins are still busy in flaunting their dancing skills, you see they are highly impressed by Nach Baliye and Jhalak Dikhla Jaa. After heavily stamping their feet at the gate, some of them realize ki "Dulhe ko toh ghodi se utaaro!" Bechaara Bunty gets down and then something called Dwarchar is performed!

3. Now, at the end of all this when Bunty finally reaches the stage, Babli is informed about it and then she begins with putting up her bridal makeup worth 13000 or more just to make sure that she isnt' left behind in the ratrace of looking a complete Namoona on her special day! But out there the guests are falling down by there tiresome exercise of stuffing all the good food in order to avail back the amount they are giving as a gift! "Dulhan kab aayegi bhaisahab??"

4. Ahh to the guests' satisfaction Babli arrives shying and smiling, surrounded by all her naughty, giggly and chirpy sisters and friends. But I've never been able to figure out why she walks slower than a tortoise?

5. At the end of all these events, guests finally feel relaxed after pushing the gifts into the Bride and Groom's hands and making there way out to open air and finally to their home!

And believe me when I say that you'll never love this as a daily event, specially when you were planning for a relaxing and a long lazy holiday. I pray to God that all those Buntys and Bablis live happily ever after and may I find peace at home!

Au revoir!

Fun!

2006-06-08T07:40:00.000-07:00

How To Look at a guy in 8 different ways!!
Catchy it might seem! Funny it might look! But then that’s what it is! And by the way if you are thinking it to be some kind of a sequel to “How to lose a guy in 10 days?” then my dear I am not at all sorry to say that you are absolutely wrong! ;)
Andy might have felt bad to lose the guy of her dreams… she might have written the article with heavy heart and that might have impressed her boss but then that is not what I think about. I don’t have a foolish boss, neither do I have to actually get someone and lose him! And yups… this might even include to already have a boyfriend sitting next to me and looking at all those hot hunks and cool dudes on their bikes! Sounds cool… huh!
Now, it may seem like a total frustiaap to some people but I just got to know about this specialty of mine… when Sonal (my colleague at MS) made me realize this! Ahh… how great I’m! ;)
Also, 8 might seem like an odd number but then can’t you figure out just 2 more ways by yourself!!
It does not take any courage or any special eyes to excel in the skill! All it requires is the right timing, right angle and to an extent good reflexes! LOL! So here I go…

You sitting and waiting for a table at some good restaurant… the guy is just there in front of you! What else do you need miss… talk to your friends… make them laugh… make them cry… do whatever you feel like… turn round face all of them and meanwhile you can easily get good enough glimpses of this gorgeous guy! Just try and take a good enough place… don’t wait for the handsome to stride and get in front of you!

You in your office… the guy sits in the cubicle just next to yours… No probs dear… work, don’t neglect it or else you would lose a chance to sit in that cubicle only, try to spread your work area though… try to keep things far enough that will definitely help you get enough time to bird watch!

It’s your next door neighbor whom you have a crush on! Ohh that’s great… but please don’t go and ask for sugar… he is not a grocer damnit… Keep cool! Water your garden daily… go out for a walk…don’t sit in! Try being an outgoing kind… the one who likes to freak out! That’s the trick dear!

The guy comes to the same club as yours… that’s the easiest I guess… ohhh how much I love pool (that’s just an expression dear… love whatever he is playing or at least seem interested enough to watch a good game! And if the guy is playing horribly then why not teach him!)… hey wanna have a game! Cheers!

Sitting with your boyfriend… getting bored while he is having his best time ogling at the hotties… go ahead, have a blast… look there goes a stud!

Office cafeteria has too many cute guys?? Get a comfy enough place… eat luxuriously... take enough time… and watch the surroundings… you just love it don’t you??

The guy plays in a local band… Now now, what’s the hitch?? You love music! You are a die-hard fan of the band! Never misses a show… right! Ohhh.. you just love the music play!

You just love to look at a guy in you class… what the hell is your problem… this is possibly the easiest way… Be a regular student dear!

So, I guess I have bored you enough… but then I just loved writing it! And by the way… a bit of some more stuff:
WARNING: Take the above steps on your own risk. The views expressed by the writer are purely fictitious and their similarity with any instance is a pure coincidence!
That’s all frenz… Ciao!

Something to say!

2006-06-07T06:08:00.000-07:00

Testing Phase!
Now, starting with this new blog was very much required for my project and then I just thought that when I need to get atleast a new userid then why not start with a completely new blog!! I am writing these few lines just to test the new stuff… I will be back though… with ROXIN v2.0!
Till then… ciao!

2006-06-06T23:41:00.000-07:00

What is Life???