New year, can it get any worse?

I hope that even my enemy wouldn’t have to go through, wot we went through on new years eve. It was so bad that it can give SHAME a run for its money. Seriously I have begun to hate the word “new year” now. So every time I get a sms wishin me a new year I feel like replying Go Fuck urself. .

I have just reached home after this wretched day finally got over n m compelled to write about wot exactly happened before going to sleep.

The day started off pretty well. We had already bought the passes for the new years eve of a DISC. “A” came back from work by about 7 n we decided to meet by 7 30. And also I had arranged for a camera also to celebrate this mega event. She got ready only by 8 30 (women never get ready on time) n although it was a bit early we decided to go to the disc since there would be lot of traffic, N it was true there was hell of a traffic on juhu road. so we were chatting n catchin up the week that she spent in nagpur n I spent in pune n during that time when we missed n past by the Disc, we had no idea. And above all the days on today there was a huge police “bandobast” making the fucking road a one way. So I couldn’t take a U. and go back n due to this conversion there was double the traffic.

A brief history about my car.
Nick name: my first love, my lil baby.
It is 3 years old.
Excellent running condition, clocked 25000 kms without single hiccup.(excluding those times it ran out of fuel due to my restrictions on pocket money)
Been serviced and pampered on regular intervals.

Of all the days it could have broken down, sadly it chose today. Yes, the day she chose to betray me was gonna be today. The day, when I had anticipated the most fun in my entire life. The day, which A had made a whopping investment too.

So all of a sudden in middle of the traffic, it stalled. A said “wot happn”. Me coolly, “nothing must have left the clutch early”. Then the time that I had was the most horrible I ever had n it made me realize how helpless those people must have been whose car breaks down in the middle of the road n I honk shamelessly at it n give a dirty look when I pass by the owner as if to say ”Asshole, u cant take care of ur car also”.

Somehow there was some ballon guys n they willingly helped me to push the car to the side (thank u guys for saving me from more embarrassment)
And then for full fifteen mins I tried to start the car but to no vain. My first reaction was the engine must have over heated or either the battery water must be low. A was getting frustrated, wot Is happening, tell me?. If I knew wouldn’t I fix it. There were some cops also over there, so I asked them can I get a mechanic, they laughed at me sayin today of all days n at this time, get lost the cars gonna get towed u collect it from andheri 2morow morning n if u don’t it would be sent to impounding.

Somehow by pleading I pataoed him that I will bring the mechanic please don’t tow it. He agreed n we took a ric n went back to the disc. We reached about 10 n still there was no sign of crowd. We were thinking did we make a right choice by coming here n I was fantasizing the whole night we too would be dancing in the moonlight (disco light) alone. People started pouring in after 11 n it was jam packed in few mins. The food was pretty descent n there was unlimited booze n cold drink, but since I don’t drink hard drinks n I had a sore throat I couldn’t have neither. The only thing we both didn’t like was the DJ played all hindi songs. Then came the count down, n the calls started pouring in.

Even though we were inside the disc my whole mind was on my car n A also knew that. I still couldn’t believe that it gave up on me today of all days n it might not be even there till this party gets over n then how will I go home, cuz I cant crash at A’s house which was the nearest n above all wot would I say to my parents.

So after dinner, A suggested that we go back to the site n see whether the car is still there n lets hope the car starts this time, thinking it may have cooled down n then come back 2 the disc in either case. Although the car didn’t get towed but sadly it didn’t start. When we were taking the Rick back to the disc I casually asked the rick guy, does he know any mechanic, he said ya, but he will have to wake him up. I said please do, cuz I cant go home without my car.

So we woke him up n took him back to the site. First he said, battery is dead. So After connecting secondary battery, a huge smoke came out. He said there is short circuit in the wiring n ur lucky that ur car didn’t catch fire n he said that he can take the car back to the garage n give me back in the morning. But A was totally against it saying, u can’t trust this guys, wot if he says 2morow that he doesn’t recognize me. I had no choice to trust this guy, so somehow I silenced A.

But before giving the car keys I noticed the” upper headlight” light on the dashboard was on, in spite the car totally switched off. When I told him this, he did something n hot wired the car n when we pushed, the fucking thing started. “Genius” man he was. But there was only one glitch, every time the car stalled or was switched off it had to be pushed n started, this meant that we couldn’t go back to the disc. When I told this to A, she was mighty disappointed n almost started crying. I consoled her somehow n we decided to go back home after dropping the mechanic to his place.

Now this guy said, since I didn’t no the road, so let him drive. I said ok, n gave him the keys. He knew all the short cuts n he was extra excited or something to get home n he jumped on a wrong lane n there greeted us 7 fucking PANDU’s (read traffic cops). “Ghey sidela tujya mila”. Man this was scary I couldn’t believe this was happening after everything.. When the mechanic was asked for his license, he said he had left it at home, this angered them even more n they straight forward started tearing a receipt of 800 bucks.
It took fifteen mins of pleading on part of him to reduce the rate to 600 which by the way none of us had. So I joined n after 20 mins more the rate was reduced to fucking 300 bucks. Now this whole scene was too much and embarrassing for A n she started crying. N once she gets like this it’s very hard for me to make her come back to normal. No amount of coaxing n soothing can change tat.

I couldn’t even shout at the driver cuz at least we could go home because of him. Finally I dropped him off at his place n then dropped A back to her place. She was so angry by now that she said “don’t call me even if u don reach home now”. I know her well by now so I didn’t take it seriously. A now thinks that we are jinxed and the year has only started off so bad, what can be expected of the coming year. But as expected she messaged me after some time asking me about my whereabouts. Thankfully I reached home safely without further more twists.

The only positive I can take of this day, that when the car broke down it was still 2005, n I 2006 made me reach home safely. Nahi to imagine the first day of the year gone In running from pillar to post for my car. Now I have started to hate my car so bad that I don think that m ever gonna repair it also. I still can’t believe that at one point I gave it more importance than a real person.

Yipee!

finally after much searching n frantic tryin my blog's got sound :)

Thanks to all the people who helped me unknowingly, casa n mich :0)

the song that is playin is from JAL- Teri yaad.

dedicated to A

come back soon babes , missing u

Pune: Lets go Round Round baby!!!

Man! M so glad that I m back at home finally.

This is what happens to me everytime. If m at home, I have this constant urge of going somewhere out, n when m out I get home sick within a day.

I had gone for my first cousins wedding in pune. The wedding was great, cuz in my family it was the first time that someone did tat “saath pheras walla shadi”. But since our family is not into that drum beating types so we didn’t have all that noise n all. And thank god there was no dancing as well, cuz I suck big time in that department.

I had heard a lot of things about pune, that pune is an advanced city, it has better infrastructure, scope for being better than Mumbai and all that crap, but sadly enough I was disappointed.
When I first entered the city, I couldn’t believe this is actually the Pune city. I asked all my uncles, is this really pune, they all were laughin at me saying, “wot did u expect, Bombay!”. I mean literally the city starts and ends on a single road, called the shivaji road or something. And the road is literally 2 lane with vehicles parked on the city n roads dug up all the way. And I don dare talk about the drivers, total maniacs including the female drivers. No sense of sticking to your lane, stopping in the middle of the road to chat to your long last friend, parking with your tail out, causing huge traffic snarls.

I know all the people over here who are from pune are gonna hate me but I cant help but think how can u compare pune to Bombay. I asked dad, where are all the call centres, he told me its in CAMP. I didn’t get a chance to see that. Maybe atleast that’s modern or something. I also saw few malls n pizza inns n café shops but no Mac, atleast I couldn’t find one. And the locals, they r the most horrible, if u ask someone on the road for directions be sure he will guide u the wrong way. When we wanted to go to the reception, Hotel presidency, all of them gave hand signals, but when we reached there it was no entry in that lane n there was a no U turn for miles. We had a horrific time reaching the venue.

The best thing about pune I liked was the huge Fort situated in the middle of the city, I think it’s the old pune city. The fort is huge, it stretches like half a mile. I wanted to go inside but we didn’t get an opportunity. Also the ganpati temple, Dagdusheth, u have to go there. Once u r in the tempe, u wont feel like leaving.

Also, one funny thing happened in the wedding. Usually weddings are a secret match making organization under cover. So all the prospective brides n grooms were here looking out for that match. Usually I directly go for the reception but it was the first time that I attended the entire marriage ceremony from haldi to the reception, so my parents introduced me to many families and one of them actually had a proposal for me, lol
And when mom told me this I just couldn’t stop laughing. Here I am, still in my final year and m already in the hit list.. just cant wait to tell A about this and see her reaction ;)

With or Without you

M feeling so sad write now, thinking about tomorrow.

Tomorrow A is going back to her parents place for a week to celebrate Christmas. I hate this time of year because I tend to become really miserable cuz I cant call her at her residence n all.

N i still remember last year when her vacations were going on n she had gone home, those three months were like hell to me.

Seriously in a relationship u become so used to telling each n every minute detail of boring life to each other n so dependent on each other that u cant imagine ur life without them.

So m missing A even before she’s leaving. Yeah that’s stupid but cant help it.

But thank god she will be back by new years eve n we have already got the passes for the new year bash.

I don’t think I will be updating my blog till next year cuz I have another wedding to attend in Pune ,

so all ya beautiful people,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year n Party Hard. :o)

Sooper Week

This has been by far the most happening week from a long long time.

Wednesday:

I had to go to one of close friends wedding on wedding n it was in Meera Road, a good 40 kms from my house. So me and my friends decided to go by my car.
Man I was looking forward for a long drive from quite some time. I was so excited that I was ready one hour before the scheduled departure and went to polish my car to kill time.

This reminds me of something.
When me n avita were in the initial stage of our relationship, I was damn fussy about my car, “pls don drop anything on the seats, they wil get dirty” , “please take care while opening the door, look behind while opening”, “please don touch the stereo”, “ please clean ur shoes before entering (in rainy season)” . A used to get so annoyed with me cuz of this and once when we were in a restaurant, she casually asked me, “ sonu, whos more important to u, me or ur car”. Caught unawares I answered “my car”. Of course I didn’t mean it. (Women can b so dangerous when they show that they are calm but something else is troubling them). After this, it really took me lot of cajoling n manoing n begging in order for her to forgive me.

Anyways my friends came on time n we decided to go by Ghodbunder road. If u know that road, it the most picturesque n beautiful backdrop u can ever come across. The only annoying thing was the traffic n the signals. We reached the venue on time and since it was a Punjabi style wedding the barat had just arrived. Actually this was my first panju wedding. My friends were all drooling over the chicks. They were all like check this one out, n tat one out, but u no wen ur happy in a relationship u don feel like checking other women out. There is a feeling of content n anyways I was never the guy who would run behind women so I was wishing A could be here with me. But hey the food was great n the best thing I liked was the Mayonnaise salad or cole slaw salad.

While coming back there were a bunch of other people from our compound n we all started together. So there was a unspoken race of who reaches home first. And me just waits for challenges like this. It was the most amazing drive cuz the road was deserted cuz it was 2 am so we had the road to ourselves. I lost the lead only once n we were the first to reach with the runner up being good 10 mins away. I simply loved the weaving, cutting, braking hard n pushing my engine to the limit. Still get dreams of overtaking them. J

Thursday:

“The chances of women hitting on u are more after you are in a relationship” - Cannon's Karmic Law

That’s what happened to me on Thursday morning. I was sleeping when I got this call from an unknown airtel number. So I called back asking who it is, it was a female n first she was like , “I never called u n all” but wen I said I have ur number on my cell n asked her name, she apologized n hung up without saying anything. Her voice sounded familiar so I messaged her, “are u veenee” (Veenee was my old friend n we fought on some stupid thing n after that we never talked again n also she was the only zoroastrian person I knew in this world.). she messaged back to apologise n said she was not veenee. So being curious I asked her for her name again. She replied, “not so easily boy, u got to try harder than tat” i said wot the hell, I don have any other work than playin this idiotic games wid u... I hate wen women give u attitude when u didn’t even ask for it.

Friday:

One of my friends called me in the afternoon saying he needs my help. He was stuck in traffic n his relatives had a train to catch in the evening from Bombay central. So he asked me if I could drop them in his vehicle. Me always game when it comes to drive, so many times I get requests to drop people off to airport n receive them. (Actually this could have been nice profitable part time business :). So I agreed although I didn’t know the road properly. I really had a hard time negotiating n driving the vehicle. It was a maruti OMNI n it was the most horrible thing I had ever driven I used to turn one way n it used to slip the other way round. Thank the lord that the entire journey was uneventful in terms of meeting with an accident. This only shows my talent of driving. Hehe :)

Today

Me and friends decided that we will watch a hindi movie. I really cant rem when was the last time I watched a hindi movie in the theatre. So I was reluctant but after much arguing we decided to watch Bluff Master. We were late so we couldn’t get the 3 show but we bought the 5 30 show cuz all the shows were full until the next day except this one. In order to kill time one of my friends suggested we play pool. We all agreed since it was cheap n cool way of passing the time as well though only 2 of us were in touch. I think I last played pool 4 years back. That it was such a huge craze, people used to shell out 100 Rs per hour n all. I really had a blast over there, miscued most of them but gained my old touch towards the end. I wish I had a pool table at home.
To my amazement, the movie turned out to be really cool. Trust me guys, coming from me, it is really super cool movie to watch. I feel it’s a HIT but only the coming weeks will say. The story towards the end is more like “THE GAME”. When u watch the movie u will know what I mean. :)

Shop-O-Phobia: Fear of shopping with ur GF

I had two choices on Sunday (tat rarely happens).. Either to go with my family to a wedding or spend time with A. Now A is working so we only get to meet on Sundays and on second Saturdays if m free.. n since we were meeting after a long time, A would get mighty mad at me if I didn’t meet her on Sunday.

And also I cant understand this mother of all wedding seasons. I think its some kinda conspiracy on the part of Pujaris in order to lure people into getting married saying such kinda dates wont come in another century. I mean I already missed two of them cuz of my exams n there are three more to go in this month itself.

So I somehow convinced mom that I wont b able to come to the wedding with them and also A had to do her Christmas shopping. Believe me, the few times before we have shopped we have ended up fighting. So I knew this time was gonna be no different and I suggested her to go with her sister but still A insisted that I come. Left with no choice, I met A at her place n she gave me her shopping list. i knew I was in for a shock
1 formal trousers
1 formal shirt
1 earings
1 pair of formal shoes
2 or 3 casual tops
1 shower cap
1 hair band

Oh man! The list was enough to drive me crazy let alone tag along her to every shop. I seriously wanted to go home but A wouldn’t lemme. So first we decided to go to globus for her formals. Now she wanted thick waist formal pants. We searched n searched but couldn’t find it. I told her to compromise, but prompt came the reply “if u want to buy something, u should buy of ur choice na, y should I compromise”. I gave up arguing with her n we moved on to the next item on her list.

After much searching, she liked one formal shirt, but wasn’t sure of the size. So she took the small and the medium sizes to try. The thing I don like about A is she makes me wait outside the changing room. And this changing room was in the women’s section n since it’s the shopping season there was a rush too. So wen she went inside I was left their alone with all the ladies around me giving me such piercing looks as if wanting to say, “wot the fuck ur doin over here, go in ur section, u don c us hanging out outside ur changing rooms, do u huh? “

Finally she came out n thank god she liked it n fitted her well. I was getting so angry at her by now, I was making all kinda faces n was starting to get cranky. Then we decided to go to buy her shoes. She wanted short pointed heels, but there was no designs available in that type. So we had to check out all the shoe shops on linking road n believe me there are not less than 15 shops. Now I had really started to loose my temper n I told her either buy something or leave it. After much fuss she settled on a pair of nice looking shoes. My habit is before looking at the product I see the price first, she gets so annoyed by this. So when I saw the price on that shoe I seriously was shocked n for this I got a nudge and firing from her that I was embarrassing her. Wot m I supposed to do, are u guys selling shoes or gold over here huh.

By now, my legs had started to develop cramps n my feet felt like they had boils on them. I told A that I cant take it anymore please stop this punishment. I promise I wont ever fight with you again but please stop this torture. Somehow she convinced me that we will go to shoppers for her trousers and then we can go to juhu beach. She threw me the bait n I took it cuz I simply cant resist beaches no matter how over crowded beaches like juhu are. She got wat she wanted in shoppers and we were off to Juhu.

It may sound strange, but even though of more than two years of courtship and lifetime of memories, we don have a single picture of us together. When I tell this to my friends, they don’t believe it. Although we have pictures of each other but not together. Actually we had never thought about it before and I was adamant this time that we take a picture at juhu but A is a very shy kinda person. She was like, “it would be so embarrassing taking a picture in front of so many people” “ wot would ppl think, we don even have a camera” n many other stupid things. But this time I would have none of it n somehow I convinced her into taking that picture. She said “ok, but I wont smile”. Lol. I knew she would smile just extra fussy.

Finally we took tat pic, n it turned out pretty kool. I wanted to post that picture but A would kill me if I did.

So sorry guys….

Its over

All apologies for not updating my blog for so long..
Actually My exams got over on Saturday and I had a rocking weekend so was having a burn out.

Well let me trace back the events
Had my last paper on Saturday morning and the paper was fabulous. First time in 3 years I felt like I cracked a paper. I was also so excited that after a month I was gonna meet A, we had already planned out our evening as in what all we are gonna do. So as soon as the exam got over I ran home. Had a quick shave, Man I was so sick of having that beard. By the time I was done, I almost felt lighter.

Anyways I met A at around 4 30. She was looking amazing with her straight hair n all, real doll. She had spent a bomb to do it. After some hyper conversations, we first went to book the tickets for the night show of “Exorcism of Emily Rose”. I still couldn’t believe that she came with me to watch a horror movie and that too, the night show. Cuz all she ever forces me to watch is all typical hindi movies like “Main madhuri dixshit banna chahti hoon”, "chameli". I still remember I literally slept through the movie and got a firing from A for that.
So this time I somehow convinced her, that I been watching movies of her choice from 2 years, now its her turn to listen to me.

As we both had decided that we would have lunch together so neither of us had eaten almost nothing from morning. We had originally planned to eat the four layer sundae but I was not feeling like having dessert when elephants were running in my stomach. So we went to Smoking Joe’s and ordered a 12” special smoking Joe’s pizza. Man it was simple superb with salami, barb queued chicken n loads of cheese. Man it was simply yummy. We both are real hoggers so whenever we meet we tend to over eat. That’s the reason I love her so much. Shes not like the other girls who make such a fuss about eating and morever we both never tend to put on any significant weight even when we eat like crazy.

After we had our mega lunch we went for a lil drive and then decided to hang out at Band stand. She was wearin a thin top n because of the breeze she had already started feeling chilly n was shuddering. I just couldn’t stop laughing cuz I knew its gonna be chill n that’s y I was wearing a sweatshirt. Anyways we talked and spent some “quality time” as she puts it. She was feelin to chill after the sunset so we decided to go to reclamation n hang out in my car. But there was some shootin going on of some music video. I think we saw Rakhi Sawant. Anyways reclamation is a cool place to hang out inside the car n listen to music n have some privacy too.

We got bored over there to after some time so we went to Carter Road. I was coming here after a long time n they have really done a great job of restoration. With all the benches and the trees and the lawns, super cool. Its really cool how hours passes by as minutes when you are with ur loved one, soon it was 9 30. And by the time we reached the theatre it was almost 10 15, thanks to traffic. Its a real pain in the ass to drive in rush hour in Bandra. Many times I feel there are more Ricks than people over here.

The movie started at 10 30 and the start was real cool, with all the sound effects , creaky door and all. But even here A was feeling chill cuz of the Ac. Usually a girl clings on a boy in a horror movie cuz shes scared. But in my case it was the cold. Not that m complaining but its really sad that she was not scared not even in a single scene cuz she was pretty much preoccupied with “sonu when is the movie getting over” , “sonu m feelin really cold”, “ sonu m gonna get really sick now” “sonu m gonna die over here”. I was feelin really bad for her but at the same time was feeling really funny too, but I was really cross with her cuz she was not allowing me to enjoy the movie. The movie was also more of a court battle so it was ok.

One really funny thing happened during the middle of the movie. One of my friend messaged me “one sad news Amitabh Bacchan has passed away”. Even she read it n the whole time she was askin, “sonu has he really died”, I said no, he must be kiddin or something. She was asking for my cell but I didn’t give her cuz already people were makin a big scene whenever someones cell was ringing. But I could make out she was not in peace throughtout the movie. So after the movie I gave her my cell. When she read the message, she hit me n said, “Idiot y didn’t u read the full message”
The sms was
“one sad news Amitabh Bacchan has passed away”



In deewar, waqt, agnipath, sholay.

Mumbai University - Lord of Bullshit

since today is sunday n m unable to do concentrate on anything significant so m updating my blog after a long time..

yesterday was my second paper.. MPC( manufacturing planning and control).. ya i know i can here your yawns till here.. basically its a theoretical n boring subject.. but thankfully there r some numericals too..so majority of us had planned to ride r luck on the numericals..

the paper was at 10 30, i woke up at 8 10, (common i went to sleep at some 2 30 or soemthing), n anyways i cant concentrate in the morning, m more of a midnite bug.. had a bath n then brushed my teeth (my exam rituals.. will rite a detail post about them some other time).. then quickly ate something n went to catch the bus.. thankfully the first bus tat came stopped.. normally this is the rush hour n its very horrible with all the stink u can almost pass out.. yeah tats ST(state transport) buses for u.. unfortunately for me, where my college is only these buses go.. so i have learned to live with it..

as usual didnt get a place to sit, arrived college by 9 30.. here a whole new scene awaits me.. normally durin such papers, no one is sure wot is gonna come n every one is in a frenzy tryin to be the next bejan daruwalla.. "arre ye pakka ayega".. "last time bhi aya tha".. "arre tune ye kiya kya, mujhe dusre college ke ladke ne bataya.. uske sir ne ye important bola hai"

n wen u c all this new stuff, u wonder wot u did from the past three days.. n then there is a panic attack nu try to grasp as much as possible in this 30 crucial mins.. this 30 mins is almost equal to the amount of study done in the past three days.. a micro crash course..i usually don touch the books before 15 mins of the exam.. but there are always ppl who want to quiz u.. "arre Non repetitve JIT phirse bata yaar" "SImplex mein hamesha maximise karne ka na" and the list continues..
finally its exam time, 10:25, all rush inside the exam hall as if gold awaits them.. after a few mins of frantic locating of our exam seets, everyone settles down n then try to rite as many formula's on the bench possible in five mins flat before the examiner comes..

10 30, the examiner comes, tell us to hurry up n keep r bags, mobiles out.. she distributes the paper n the formula's copied on the bench are pasted back on the last page of the answer sheet.. n then tallyin is done with each other.. satisfied, we wait for the all important exam paper.. we all rejoice seeing the paper is only 2 sided against 4 sided ones.. hopin the paper will b small..
now while the paper is distributed in the 1st column, the fourth column guy asks the first column guy, hows the paper.. (all in sign language, can make the dumb run for their money) n the verdict is awaited by everyone in the room.. the tempo of the room is set on his verdict.. n he gives the thumbs down.. a huge groan in the room n everyone awaits for the doomed paper..

after wot it seems a endless time period i get the question paper and first thing i do is scan the paper for the numericals i know well..no forecasting..fuck, cpm ..phew, no assigment.. oh fuck.. some screwed up LPP problem.. oh god help me.. give me strength..

in bombay university question pattern, the first question is compulsory.. n in tat question out of six, we had to attempt four.. so i dreadfull start reading the first question.. out of six i knew two well.. i knew this was gonna b a struggle now.. but in theory subjects the advantage is u can spin ur own yarn with being connected to the subjected.. now only what i need is great deal of imagination at my reckoning n lil bit speed..

i read the first question again n i wrote the answer number.. then for almost wot it seems eternity i went blank.. i was lookin to my right, to my left n every one was like making diagrams, scribblin off to glory.. n i was like.. wots wrong wid me.. actually i didnt know where to begin with.. finally i decided, hell with it.. m startin with wotever comes in my mind first.. cuz i knew tat once i start writing the thoughts automatically start flowing..

after much scratchin of my head after about an hour i finished the first question.. i was just imaginin the nightmare of the examiner whos gonna read this bull shit.. n i had written amost two n half pages per question of unadulterated non sense with lot of gaps n spaces.. then i attempted the numericals.. first one was quite simple.. twenty marks in my pocket.. the other one was a nightmare.. the iterations were never ending.. it was like goin in circles only to come back at the startin point.. i wasted almost 45 mins over there checkin my steps if i had calculated correctly or not..

after lil bit of help from the back guy n lil bit of cross checkin i was done with the paper fifteen mins before the closure time.. with almost attempting 75 percent.. in enggineering its the golden rule.. its not about how much u wrote is actually rite but its about how much u attempted..

then there is another hysterical drama yet to face when the exam gets over.. its about "arre tere ko iska answer kitna aaya" "kitna attempt kiya" "theory mein lag gai" "ye university wala sums kahan se dalta hai yaar".. mostly i run home before all this starts.. cuz the last thing i wanna c in this state is the wretched question paper..

I say to myself..its finally over,

2 down 3 to to go..

Home Alone

Its been almost more than a week since I been living alone now..
It all started last Tuesday when mom went with her colleagues to Vaishnodevi and dad had to fly to Hyderabad the next day.
I was so excited about the whole aspect of one week of pure independence, no one to worry, no one to nag to brush my teeth n have a bath early morning and no one to fight with to put the music low. And since mom is not there, that means the neighbourhood aunties wont flock to our place everytime. God I tell u they have such a loud voice, once they start gossiping then its no sun no moon.. Man I feel like pulling my hair out when they are at my place..
the only problem my mom had was about Food, (cuz everytime she goes to her native place n all, I used to have a sour stomach within two days n she had to come back). But this time she fixed that problem too, she made an arrangement with an local aunty to make Tiffin for me, I was totally against it since I like to eat out a lot n this time since mom had made an arrangement tat meant no extra cash for eating out n spending in restaurants.

So finally mom went, the next mornin I celebrated by playin Joe Satriani early morning in full blast ( normally the morning air used to be filled with gayatri mantra, hanuman challisa but no today was his day: for a change:). Dad came in the evening n he bought Hyderabadi Biryani which was awesome but the quantity was so much that we couldn't finish it, n dad said u can eat it 2morow. Well dad had to go back to pune early next morning so I was alone again. this is when my problems started

when parents are there are so many things that are taken care of without u even knowin they exist, like the newspaper and the milk guy early mornin, the bastard rings the bell at 6.30 in the morning and me being a glorious sleeper didn't even know of it. After some time I think in my dream I heard someone knocking, actually it was the milkman almost close to breaking down the door by now. I finally woke up cursing n opened the door, from the look of his face I knew he was waiting for long. that being over I knew I would not be able to go back to sleep again cuz I have this problem, once m disturbed from my sleep its very hard for me to go back to sleep again..
so I gave up tryin to sleep an switched on my PC. Cant even remember wot I was doin but I again fell asleep on my PC table.. I guess it was not even 15 mins into my sleep, the water started overflowing from the tank.. Again I got up cursing.. turned the nob off n thought of giving a sleep one last try.. I was so frustrated by now that I would kill anyone who would disturb me now... But then as fate would have it, the phone started ringin, I thought, man! this is the limit, go to hell m not picking up.. But the caller didn't relent..

I never understood this funda of people calling continuously, y cant people understand that when someone does not pick up the phone in the first instant that means the person is not at home.. Is this logic so hard to understand.. But no, this caller kept on callin n callin until it started to get on my nerves.. I was almost feelin like rippin the line up.. Finally I thought wot if someone is callin to declare emergency or something so I picked up, it was my aunt callin to enquire about me.. Common aunty m not a lil kid anymore..

totally frustrated by now, this mornin could not be any more worse than this. But it wasn't so, the laundry guy, the garbage guy, our house maid, the postman, the neighbor aunt to give some dal, cuz ya I would die without eating ur dal rite. so finally I decided wots the point in keepin the door closes, lets keep it open from now on. yeah come all ya people this is ur own house..

finally the tiffin delivery boy came, man he was carryin such a big tiffin, I donno wot my mom thought of me( yeah I eat a lot) but no way I can eat tat much in a day. Anyways the food was quite nice, tasted like mom's.. Its strange but when parents are their atleast u feel like studyin to atleast show them ur studyin but when they r not over, the mind gets so distracted that u cant focus of anything in particular.. so my usual study time table had gone for a toss cuz of unadulterated television and the cricket matches.. now tat india is playin well, who can stop watchin it.. atleast have fun till it lasts right..

then came the dinner time, n I was thinking of havin the biryani tat dad had bought, but I had no idea how to warm it.. I been tellin mom to buy an oven from so long but she has this stance tat u don even come in kitchen so y u want a oven. (for times like this mom).. But no use, I had to think of something, so I thought lets warm it in a pan n C.. I put only little quantity first (trial n error method u c) cuz I was not sure how it would turn. After little while the rice started buring n the chicken pieces were still cold..
I didn't no wot to do so I called my gf and asked for help.. when I told my problem she was laughin at me, y cant women be straight ya, I mean if someone asks somethin y cant u just do it before judgin them.. But no she had to first make fun of me n then little teasing n then finally the answer.. "Warm it in the cooker dumbo".. Me: "idiot y couldn't u tell me this before" ...
I had never handled a cooker before so I didn't no its exact functionin..
so I had to call her again.. ..After undergoin embarassement again, she told me to put some water n put in a utensil, cover it n lock the lid n put the vessel..
I forgot to ask her how much water, but fearin humiliation for the third time, I thought lets give it a shot, I put lil water n followed her instructions..
after 15 mins or something, the cooker started shaking violently, man i was scared out of my wits, i turned of the nob n ran away from the kitchen.. after about 10 mins the cooker was back to normal again... n when i opened the lid, lot of steam passed away n wen i say inside, the cooker was bone dry..
Conclusion: Never go in kitchen ever again..

i relinquished all hopes of eating biryani n ordered from out..

but when ur living alone, u cant avoid the kitchen. since we drink only boiled water, the water stock ran out after two days n i called mom to ask, wot to do.. she told me to boil it myself.. after much arguments, i gave up n finally decided to do it..
i filled the utensil n put it on the gas on low flame.. and i started watchin tv.. one serial led to another n i totally forgot about the gas.. finally after an hour i got up to pee n thats when i saw the gas is still on.. n vapours were comin out from all sides.. i quickly turned it off n removed the cover n saw that there is only one fourth water left in the utensil..
cursing myself i went out n bought the Bisleri 20 litre pack.. now which was easier..

u no wot would be easier if mom was here..

I know I have never said this to u mom n would probably never

missin u lot..come back soon

Help the story grow

One idea leads to another.

The entire tagging episode did just that to me.Like tagging, i have got an idea which is some kind of a group activity.And unlike tagging, it requires a bit of creativity.The idea is to make a chain story here, on blogs.

The entire thing is supposed to work like this:

Person A (suppose thats me for the moment) writes a few sentences which can form a part of a story.After i am done, i pass on the story to someone alongwith the central emotion the story is expected to carry.

Like, i write, " Once there used to be a ... (emotion: humour) "So the guy who picks up the story from here is expected to add a few humorous lines and leave it for the next person.The next person does the same and a new story would be born.There has to be ofcourse some rules about any game.This one has some too:

1) Only one person should continue a certain part.Like after i've written, if B plans to continue from there, B will put a comment on my post saying he/she is gonna continue.Once thats put,person C should visit Bs blog and continue from there.

2) The contnuity of the story has to be maintained for gods sake.Good creativity should be of essence here.

3)Theres really no limitation on how many sentences one can write.But atleast 10 words is a must. :-)

4)While B continues from where A left off, B'll have to copy paste A's part into his/her blog before he/she continues from thereon.

5)I presume that after a while,it'll be difficult for a newbie to track through all the blogs.Just to make the task easy, sonu link will take you to the secondlast blog which carried the story.Secondlast because of the continuity factor.The above link would be updated as and when a part moves from one blog to another.

Thats all i can think of now.Any changes that has to be brought about can be put as a comment.

Lemme get the ball rolling right now...

On an exceptionally pleasant afternoon,in the comforts of his room, a beautiful sun rising from the west, a never ending sea in front of him with a sweet and calm breeze whispering in his ears, the actor kept pondering over his future.... (emotion/humour)

Isuzu

I need a gun,
to keep myself alive.

Poor people,
are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance.

Me Myself And My Crazy Brain

i don about others but every night i have weird conversations with myself before going to sleep. i donno who i talk, maybe its my inner voice my soul or whatever, but i do think that whole day i keep myself busy and occupied thats why this is the only time i listen to it. so out of many conversations this is one which i had today n i just couldnt sleep so thought of writing it..
ME: will collin mcrae win again (had just watched WRC rally)
Myself (MS) : hopefully. he's a smashin driver.
ME: hmmm
MS: seven things i wanna do
ME: i for sure wanna make my son an F1 driver if not a rally driver atleast
MS: wot if its a girl
ME: hmmm.. never thought of that..
MS: does that mean that u don want a girl
ME. hell no, not like tat, in today's world a girl has so many benefits. i vil b stress free if i get a girl
MS: say tat wen she gets her BF home
ME: shit yeah.
MS: forget it man. how many hours did u study today
ME hmm 3 in the morning 2 in the afternoon n 3 in the evening
MS: is it enough
ME: i don think so have 2 put in more
MS: really its stupidy u no, wen u had got Kt that time how commited u were to clear them n how much u had wished that when there is not a KT, u vil devote everything of urs
ME: donno why m lacking the motivation
MS: should put atleast 14 hours minimum
ME hmmm.. why does mom have to go during exams man
MS: as if she's gonna rite the paper for u
ME: there is less distraction atleast
MS: forget it, u should have seen her one last time
ME: huh
MS: u no wot m talkin about
ME: common it was an old thing n i didnt even think about all these years until she's gettin married now
MS: then y all the sudden u been thinkin about it so much
ME: nothing those crazy things i did during those days
MS: hell yeah
ME: man i used to have a huge crush that time, and i had never had the courage to walk up to her n say hi
MS: and like a dumbass walked up to her and said could u help me with the algebra problem
ME lol
( actuall she was a year older than me n wen i was in 10th she had already passed out, n when i used to sit by my window for studying, she used to pass by every evening by my window, n then i used to think how can i approach her, then it suddenty struck me lets ask her to help me in my algebra n wen i did it was the last of her i ever saw)
MS: totally lame man
ME yeah i no
MS: still didnt answer me
ME: ya i no i have a stable relationship n still m thinkin of someone else rite now is it wrong
MS: lol rite to those newspaper guys who publish stupid queries like this
ME common
MS: hmmm.. i don think it would have ever worked out
ME: yeah not my type
MS: standard guy answer
ME:chuck it
MS: waitnig to get out of jail eh
ME: u bet i am, just waiting for the day wen i will finally start working
MS: hold it dude still six months away
ME: i no but do u think i should fill up merchant navy forms
MS: tat was the reason u chose engg dude
ME: hmmm.. but m having second thoughts
MS: correct, she vil b lonely
Me: so its either a corporate or navy
MS: if neither then call centre zindabad
ME:yeah but i don wanna get into that kinda lifestyle
MS: u can work ur way up to the top
ME: hmm lets c
ME: excited about the new mobile man
MS: wait until she brings it dude
ME: yeah hopefully aunt buys me tat. i already have so many things to do with it
MS: raymond's damn funny man
ME: yeah , r u gonna let me sleep tonight
MS: as if m stopping u
ME then keep quite for some time
MS: yeah sure
ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, ,9 10, 11, 12, 13,
MS: u gonna watch lost tomorrow
ME: yeah y not its the final episode n i think i told u to keep quite
ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
MS: will they show the monster
ME hopefully, shut up
ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,......45, 46, 47
MS: tats not gonna work try something else
ME: ok, i vil count sheep
MS: try somethin new
ME: like wot
MS: count girls in bikini's
ME: hmmm lets c, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...56, 57
ME: not working man
MS: wot can i do then
ME: keep ur bloody mouth shut m not talkin to u
MS: get lost
ME: i wish
ME: i wish i was on an island, just me n my gf, no parents, no distractions nothing. pure intimacy. i wil start my own tribe, will eat fruits n drink coconut water, sleep in a cave on a bed of roses, have long walks on the beach , have a big bonfire in the nite,swim whenever i want to and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bored

Exams are round the corner and feelin so frustrated rite now. thinking when m i gonna get out of this viscious circle. i been trying so hard to keep my blog alive cuz everytime i think of a topic i just feel too lazy to type it man.. and the day since i have started bloggin all i can think of is what is gonna b my next post..
so in order to remind me later m just posting the topics of my hopefully future blogs
1 me myself and my crazy brain
2 female psychology
3 mind music n soul
4 good ol days

Days of Thunder

What the hell is wrong with the indian cricketer's
Why are they destroying the image that saurav ganguly took so many painstaking years to create
Where has the arrogance, the low morale, the lack of motivation gone?
From when have these guys learnt to play so maturely
Why the hell did we call upon a foreign coach n that too like greg chapell as a coach who doesnt tolerate and shit from anyone.

Man i can tell you many people must have got heart attacks after watching india play like this.
the first three games were ok, since sri lanka were a lil slack, but the fourth game was a absolute shocker. i mean after the first three wickets, the others should have fallen like nine pins but they didnt. And to rub salt on wounds, finished match with 2 sixes.. what the hell does Dhoni think of himself. i mean i been watching indian cricket for some time and although there have been the rare moments when india used to win even when they used to be on top.

My adivse to indian cricket is, immediately remove dhoni n bring back saurav ganguly to preserve india's image..
or else there will be no more revenue generated by advertisements endorsed by hugely successful cricketers.

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

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KEEP THE FAITH

A few days back I was watching a movie called Robinson Crusoe, there was this one particular scene in which Robinson meets Friday and he decides that he will teach him English. So after six months or something, he is in a dilemma how to teach a nomad about god. So he tells him, God is the curator, the almighty that has gifted us life and everything we have is a gift from above. Friday draws a diagram of an alligator on the ground and tells him, alligator is there god. They worship him n that’s why they offer him with human sacrifice to keep him happy. Robinson gets angry and tells him that, that is blasphemy and he will go straight to hell. Friday say’s I don’t like your god. He tells him to show him their god and he will show you kanga (the alligator). At this Robinson is dumb founded and rests his case.

My bringing up has been such that my parents have never forced me into being a ardent follower or reciting mantra’s and sloka’s like my cousin’s used to. Because I remember when I was small, we had these yearly trips to my cousin’s place on occasions like diwali, bhau bheej, durga pooja and many more. This was a time when all the aunt’s used to show off what their boys where capable of. One used to start by telling her son, beta , ya time kai shikla tu ( what have you learned this time) and he used to start like a parrot by saying , shubham karito kalyanam…………… ( I only rem the first three words of that slokh). And the other used to start by saying something other. Then it was my turn. Everyone’s eye’s looking at me and I dunno a single thing. I used to say sheepishly I dunno. All the aunt’s used to turn to my mother and say “Kai ho, tomhi kai shikwat nahi ka” ( you guys don’t teach him anything or what). I Don remember what my mother used to say but this was the scene every time our families had a get together.

Every time I used to say to myself, next time I will show you guys, but once we left the house, so was my resolve. So I never got the chance to pay back. Then there was this new subject in school called socials I think. In it we were taught about our religion, some sloka’s, and then we were thought gayatri mantra. Most of the guys knew about this, but it was new for me. It had a strange powerful charisma about it that one can’t ever forget. I remember when my parents had to go out and I had to stay home at night, I used to get sleep only by chanting the gayatri mantra. It makes you and your soul at peace, calms your disturbed mind and relaxes you. What is the reason behind it, I donno the reason, but there are many things that can’t be explained by logical thinking.

Like how shiva was able to consume deadly poison, how ganpati was able to do the great things he did, or how jesus was able to reincarnate and cure the sick. This may sound derogatory but if sachin was to be born during that period and there was the game of cricket then m sure, 2000 years down the line, we would have a temple of sachin and would worship him like all the other gods. What I feel is human’s need a hero to sublime the aberrant facts of life. Like the UFO sightings, no one has a clue what is its origin. But the evidence of their existence has been found in the oldest of manuscripts ever written by humans.

Why anything extraordinary or unexplainable or unthinkable is termed as acts of god. Why can’t be it fate or coincidence or whatever. But we are so used to leave everything on god that it plays it on our mind subconsciously. It’s all changed for me from the time I have met my love. The time I met her, I was going through a rough phase and I had no hope left what so ever. This was the only quality she didn’t like about me that I was not so much of a believer. She used to comfort me by saying, don worry sonu everything will be all rite. Nothing bad happens to good people. That time I didn’t care much but she used to take me sometimes for mass or to visit Mount Mary. The first time I saw that statue, I was stunned by the beauty of the statue. I had no idea this kinda art could be seen in India let alone in Mumbai. It was nearly as impressive as the statue of JESUS with open arms at Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Before that moment I used to pray at temples, for the good results of my exams. But at that moment, seeing her pray I just couldn’t help asking god to keep her always happy no matter what. That was the first time in my life I think I prayed apart from myself. It feels so good that there is a higher figure that can look after you and the people you love.

And slowly even I started doing well again, I felt I was back on track, and it was all because of the support of my love and by god’s grace. And when I cleared all the semesters, I took her to siddhivinayak on my birthday. That was a great experience too, cuz it was the first time, she had visited a temple. We sat there for some time; talking about our marriage, and children, as in what religion will they follow. I told her that I would leave that decision for them to choose just like my parents never forced me into anything.

Then the time came when she was going through rough phase regarding her job. She couldn’t get into what she had hoped for and had to take up something which she didn’t like. As a result she wasn’t comfortable over there and she had to face many problems. Then it was my time to comfort her, saying everything will be all right, have faith, and have patience. That four or five months were like hell for her as well as me, cuz I had to take the brunt of her mood swings but I knew this was just a passing phase and anyways if a person is not there when someone needs you then what is the point in being in a relationship. This is where we both compliment each other and as predicted she got into a corporate and everything was once again rosy enforcing our faith in almighty once again.

I believe that god is one, and it’s not necessary that you have to perform rituals just to please him. I feel god resides in our hearts and love and compassion is his language. I donno whether god exists or not but more important is having faith in him. Trust him with all your heart and you won’t ever be disappointed.

IDENTITY

From past several days I been stalling writing my post telling myself I got nothing to write on. But today, I just couldn't sleep without writing this and removing it out from my conscious. Till now u might have known m too lazy for this kinda stuff until I get proper motivation. Of late I had been reading some stuff written by Indians. What I rite is nothing compared to these greats.

This is the thing which is wont let me sleep tonight. Why do humans always compare?
Why do we get intimidated? Why can't we accept the fact that one can't be perfect and there is always someone better out there. Lately I been getting intimidated is why cant I used hi-fundu words. Is it that my schooling has not been correct? Or am I weak in grammar. I been thinking n thinking what could be the reason.

I finally came to the conclusion that everyone can't be same. Someone is good at poetry, or someone is good at making laugh, someone is good at writing vague, someone is good at writing serious stuff. And people like me write stuff, I don't no what to categorize me into, well I guess rite things related to your innermost feelings. I remember one of friends was goin BOSTON and he had invited to his place n we had a great bash n he told us to take whatever we want. And I chose to take his books. I got, A LOVE STORY by Erich segal and JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL by Richard bach. These two were the most amazing books I had ever read. Both can make u cry at the end. I guess that has a huge effect on me (though my friend's say I write like mills n boons which I never read in my life).

The point is I been searching my identity, the meaning, the purpose of my life. Because I don enjoy almost all oHindu hindu occasions except the holidays and the delicacies. Neither do I fit in with the friends and cousins I grew up. Neither do I feel m of this age n time. The only thing makes me sane and rooted is my better half. I seriously can't imagine what would have been the outcome of my wretched life if I wouldn't have met her. I feel completed and secure only because I have her and seriously I never had faith in god before I met her.

The only thing I ask god -Never let us apart. Amen

Memoirs of a beautiful and crazy mind -1

“I've been down so Goddamn long
That it looks like up to me”

JIM MORRISON

Women, where do u start with them. If u have them u regret it n if u don’t u crave for them. All these years I used to think why are women so god damn gorgeous, I wish some one could give an answer. Is it a basic anomaly that has been balanced out or is it just that we are so horny that everything looks beautiful to us.

Whatever the answer maybe but they are a force to reckon with. The support of a woman can make u fly on cloud number nine and her disapproval can make your life a misery. But no one can disagree with the fact that you’re incomplete without a woman.

It was a very funny way that I met my better half. My life was at an all time low. I didn’t clear JEE MAINS and I had also didn’t clear the engineering papers. I had lost all hope in life, my parents respect and even friends I trusted. It was as if there was no meaning and direction to my life, everything felt so dizzy n I was feeling like I was going round in circles. I had totally messed up my life and I had given up that I would ever emerge from this clutter I created because of my own stupidity and ignorance.

My whole life I never had to face so many hardships than I faced in my first three years after I passed out of my school. In my school I was always a topper and I guess that time the competition had kept me strive for more. But once I passed out it was a totally new game. Everything was new. All the new hot chicks in fancy dress’s that I used to only imagine in my wildest dreams. All the new food, the new places, the new friends, the new music, the new movies.

But still I don think it made such a big difference academically to me in my first year because I still got more than an average 11th class pupil. I thoroughly enjoyed my first year, we had gone a trek to Igatpuri. It was the first time I ever went out of the city without my family. It was a gorgeous place. Maybe I will write on it at some other time but that experience thought me many things.

And since I got good marks in 11th , my dad got me a PC. Again that was a different world for me. There was so much to explore with the internet (not only porn). I met many new people that time since chat rooms were free. But with a dial up nothing was steady. It was interesting to note the fact that when a girl replies back to u (which happened once in million times) the same moment the connection used to break and I used to curse my luck, It was like the whole universe is against me to meet the opposite sex.

Anyways being raised in a traditional urban environment even I went to 12th classes as soon as I finished 11th. That experience was like hell. I had to get up at 6 (which I never did in my whole life) in the morning and go to mulund. I used to curse as why I have to go to classes. But my parents reassured me that if u work hard now u will reap benefits later. For my parents happiness I used to go daily as a slave to the class but grasping nothing. You tell me, how the fuck is it possible to grasp anything after u wake up at 6 and sit in a chilling AC atmosphere. That was simply not my cup of tree.

I used to bunk college thinking what’s the point in hearing the same thing which u have learned before. As a result I lost out on both sides. My math had become so weak that I was fearing I would flunk. Imagine a boy who never failed in any subject whole life, failed the 12th exams. That thought motivated me to somehow clear it. But it was not enough, because I couldn’t live up to my parents expectations. And I had no choice left but to take up admission where ever I got. My first preference was computers because I knew I was good at it and even all my close friends thought so. But my dad never let me take it up and my interest didn’t couldn’t count because I had lost his trust too. I think that is the point my life take a total u turn. I resented everything, hadn’t sorted out my priorities so didn’t no where exactly I was heading.

Keeping all that aside I was still excited about my new college, in thought of becoming an engineer one fine day. I didn’t go to college the first week because I was scared of being ragged. Thankfully I never faced the embarrassment. Finally when I reached, it was so depressing. The professors suck, there are no chick’s, it’s a mile away from civilization, there was no one from my place. The first day was such a turn off that I ended up not going the whole semester. The friends I found over there were such who cared a rats ass about college and life and even studies. As a result from being a hard worker I ended up wasting all my time in non sense achievements.

Then came the big day, “The results”. When I told my parents that I got 2 kt’s , my mom almost died of shock. There was a big hue and cry in the house. How the second semester passed away only god knows ,because I cant even remember a thing about it. All I know is I took everything very lightly and ended up getting 3 more kt’s without clearing the earlier ones. At least that sem was understandable since I was concentrating more on JEE. But as it had to be I couldn’t clear the main exams of IIT. I think that was the lowest point in my life. It was life I was walking in darkness after being stoned. And then there was another stoner waiting to crop its ugly head up. Then there was the news that people with 5 KT’s couldn’t go into 2nd year. That came as such a rude shock that I couldn’t ever recover from it.

In spite of the strikes, the fights nothing changed and the fucking Mumbai University stood by its decision. Because of some son of a bitch sitting in a university office countless students lost one year of their lives. It was like one year sentenced to rigorous imprisonment without parole. As everyone knows there’s no one to support you when your legs are tied up In hell. I spent those eight months like a zombie in the house. First 2 months I couldn’t get out of the house and was not able to face anyone. It was so humiliating and goddamn depressing. I lost all my faith in god. Not that I was a devout worshipper before but I used to think that god is looking from above and he will fix everything that will go wrong.

But thankfully my parents helped me to recover. They told me to get out of the house and try to look out for a part time job or something to at least keep my mind occupied. And that was the time when the call centre boom was going on. So I started fixing up interviews and was selected in my first interview. It was a great place, I did training and worked on the floor for a month. But I got fed up off it and even my parents told me to leave it cuz they think that once u start earning its not possible to leave it and concentrate on studies.

And during those days I met my gf, a chirpy little girl who I fell madly and deeply in love after we spoke for twice or thrice. I still remember that day clearly when we spoke for the first time. I was searching on yahoo for anyone to talk to and I came by her id and sent a message “hi”, “how ya doin”( JOE style). And she replied that “do I know u”. And I had said, “no, but u can”. I came to know later that she never talked to strangers and that day she was waiting for her sister to come online and was getting bored so she spoke to me. It was a real intervention from above that we met. Anyways as things progressed later we became friends and I came to know that she’s just moved in Bombay and was preparing for MBA. And then she had to go.

I used to wait every day waiting for her to come online, but she never did the whole week. I was thinking maybe m on her ignore list. Just when I had given up she came online again on the weekend. I still rem how excited I had got to see her again. I was thinking maybe she’s forgotten me but she hadn’t and then we got into talking again and I came to know that she comes to her aunt’s house on the weekends. We shared our likes , dislikes , hobbies, etc.. And there were many things we had in common. And again she had to go and there was a long wait for me again. One full week, it was very teasing but still I waited and I knew she wouldn’t come again till one week. And then we met again and again till 2 months I guess. We knew there was something between us but I didn’t have the courage to speak up cuz I didn’t wanna loose the only good thing happened to me in days. And finally se told me that she like’s me. U can say that , tat one sentence changed my life. It was great to know that there is someone in this world who loves you. And it also helped that we both were not in a relationship before. There was so much to explore, so much to say , so much so share, but so little time.

And then we exchanged our numbers, we used to spend hours speaking to each other. I used to treat her like an absolute princess. And I think after talking on the phone for about a month we decided to meet. Without knowing how to go to bandra I started from house in my car, and after 2 hours of frantic searching and driving I was waiting outside her house. I was anxious as well as scared as in how the meeting will turn out. We had already decided what we will say to each other when we meet on phone. I was gonna say “hi, how are you, let me get the door for you, where would u like to go”. And she would say “ hi, m fine, lets go to bandstand or something”.

In spite of repeated rehearsals, when the day came when I had to perform I was totally chickening out. I was thinking wot if this was some rude joke and what if a guy comes with her and they mug me and start beating the crap out of me. Finally when I saw that stunning girl coming towards me I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. And when she came and stood near me I was totally shy, couldn’t look in her eyes also. So she said “hi sonu”. We were smiling but I was totally tongue tied. Not a single word came out of my mouth. I somehow said “hi” with a stammer and I opened the door of my car and she sat in. When I was walking around my car to get in my door I just stood there for a moment and I pinched my self asking is it true that a girl is sitting in my car or is it just my imagination. I somehow came inside and started the engine. I felt at ease when I was driving at least it was my zone, I could control from hence forth. She was saying something but I was so scared and engrossed in my thoughts that I never looked at her even once till we reached there.

And we were there finally, sitting in my car was a beauty whom I always dreamt of being with. We started making TP conversations and she took my hand in her hands. I was so shy and embarrassed at that time that I started looking out of the car to see if someone was looking. U can say that it was the first time that I touched a female. I think that was the time when the ice was broken, I was more at ease with her. We then decided to take a walk at bandstand. It was the first time I was there, and I was thrilled with the scenery. A cool breeze blowing by your face, a never ending ocean before you, the sun setting down, a beauty by your side, it was simply perfect. It was the most beautiful and intimate moment of my life. And then it was time to go back, I couldn’t let her go and I knew even she didn’t wanna go home but she had to. So we walked back to my car, and we were sitting in my car and just when I was starting the engine she came and gave me a peck on my cheek. I wasn’t expecting this and it really took me by surprise. I looked at her and she said “I had a nice time today”. We both smiled and then I couldn’t help but look at her lips and she knew that it was coming so we kissed. And that was my first kiss but not my last.

I dropped her back at her place and we decided we will meet again the next day.

That I will be writing in my next post.

Atlast...

Finally a reason to rejoice among ruins.. my network came online today.. god knows wot the hell happens to it suddenly. even now m using a proxy account, hope I don get caught.. I have a lot to write today since I haven't updated my blog from the past two days.. I wonder till when this blog will survive.. I want my kids to continue to the tradition after me.. enough talk now down to business again.

Day before yesterday I got ready to go to college to carry out gautams errand. he wanted me to submit the list of all the participants to sir, since he n me were the event organizers. I reached there only to find out that the whole damn college was empty n I waited almost n hour to find out that sir has already gone to the ground which is atleast a mile away. So I simply pasted the list on the college notice board n decided to go home. When I was on my way back one of the participant called me to inform that the sir has told that the event has to be conducted today. I got so pissed off at sir , I mean atleast he should have informed us a day back so that we could inform all the participants n more ever I had to go back n bring my racket n then conduct the whole thing on my own since gautam was busy n he wouldn't be able to come back before 3 n at 4 30 he had his cricket match. I had gone for the cricket practice sessions too n according to me I played comparatively better than many of the players over there, but I wasn't considered cuz they wanted to go with the same team they played last year even though our class had been resorted. I was hoping in my heart that they loose(a human after all). when I reached home I took out my racket only to stare in horror that the guts were broken. I was lost in a ohnosecond wherein I was wondering what m I gonna do now? wot was the use of coming all the way back to home? then I immediately questioned my brother to which he denied profusely as ever. I gave him a option to accept his fault but he simply wont so I gave him a nice thrashing since no one was at home. I knew I had to face dad when I come back but I was so angry n furious with him at that moment n thankfully he was goin to nagpur in the afternoon n would hopefully forget by the time he comes back which m sure he wont.

Back to badminton, when I reached the court I saw many new faces playin on the court , I thought wot the hell n I was searching for some known faces n then I saw sandeep( the same guy who eliminated me last year in singles cuz sir put tennis points cuz he wanted to finish off the event as quickly as possible. hes such a bastard just looks for making money.) anyways sandeep told me that he conducted the first round. I said "ok fine n what about the shuttles , how many did u use?". He said "sir gave me one box n out of 10 only 3 new where remainin" I said "what the fuck , how told u to use up all the shuttles & how do u expect me to conduct the entire tournament out of the remaining 3". He just made up a dumb face cuz of which I couldn't say him anything but when gautam came to know this he gave him nice firing. That's the problem with me I cant say no n deal with people whom n not close to.
anyways we managed to start n new entried were comin which I pocketed for the moment n then the girls came. four of them all dressed up knowin nothing about the rules. one of them comes up to me to explain the rules to them , I said ok n started explaining them n mumbling something , I dunno why m so bad in teaching people. i could make out she couldn't understand a word that I said cuz she just had a blank look n then suddenly she asked"is body touch out?" . LOL I burst out laughing in front of her n then told one of my friends to explain them the rules n be a referee. Then I remembered that I hadn't taken entry fees from them n I was feelin awkward to ask them also n when I finally asked them they said that 40 bugs was too high n they vil pay us layer. I said ok fine who's gonna argue with them. Although new entries were coming , it wasn't much compared to last year. Last year the crowd was simply terrific, I mean in participation not in quality. So a guy comes upto me n says that he wants to plat singles, I said ok fine since there's no one else I will play with U. U should have seen his face, he wasn't prepared to take me since I looked like a professional n he was playin in his jeans. I wasn't confident either cuz it was 4 to 5 months since I last played it but I knew I could beat him. Although the game was a walk on, I didn't play upto my limit n I did not sweat either n the day ended for me on a happy note. i was feeling damn hungry by then since i had nothing to eat except gautams idli sandwich. i went to the nearest restaurant (which is not so near) , there i found many of my classmates. i had a uttapa with them n then went back to the court to see that gautam had closed up n he had gone on the ground for his cricket match. when i went there i came to know that his match was postponed for the next day n currently the match of mech b was goin on, which they lost miserably. gautam had bought his car so he dropped me till halfway. i had to wait there for atleast half n hour before i got my bus n thankfully i got a place to sit. i reached home by 7 in the evening n had a big argument with mom, i was still pissed about my racket n none of my friends helped me when i wanted it badly n knowing i don forgive easily there time will come. anyways after much forcing n beggin i egged vikram to give me his new racket, which i could make out he was very reluctant but non the less he gave me atleast. i had a argument again with mom in the night before i went to sleep.

Eureka!

Today was the beginnin of my one week of holidays due to some sports week in my college, not that m complaining, but it has given me a lot of time to introspect n think n plan the future. Next term there r gonna b projects which is gonna decide my fate in engineering, that's why half the time m thinkin about wot my project is gonna be about.
so when I woke up this mornin, I was lazin in the bed n was thinkin about my fight with my gf yesterday night, which is not a new thing, tats a part of my life now, n it was very chill again, I tell you this mumbai climate, totally unpredictable. A week before it had become blazin hot n now we r in for a cold wave again. As I was sayin it was very chill, so I was thinkin why only our hands n feet become cold n numb, my brain answered, cuz its to the far end of the body n the heart must not b able to pump blood due to the cold pressure(after all m a engineer). Then I arrived at the idea as I was marveling wot a great organ a heart is. I had read somewhere long time back , tat a heart pumps around 3 billion liters of blood in its life cycle. So I was thinkin when a person dies just remove their heart n make a assembly of hearts where in u can combine all these hearts n work them as a big motor, I know it sounds really crazy but I think it may be possible. The only inputs a heart requires is a inlet of fluid some minimal shock n a outlet pipe, this outlet can be connected to a turbine n electricity can be generated. EUREKA!

A new beginning

This is my first ever blog.. Still don understand the full concept clearly though, but m fascinated by this new phase. That's why I wanted to try it out n c wots the big hype about this whole bloggin thing.. I was readin a book recently, " the monk who sold his ferrari", wherein its been said, life to its fullest n experience all kinds of artificial pleasures n everything.. That's why I don wanna miss out on life n wanna try my hand at everything..