Re-Invent your self

There is so much turbulence around me and inside me that for the first time I have started reading spiritual books just to know the reason why life is being a bitch to me. They say that a man turns spritual only when he faces adversities, calamities, troubles and disappointments. Or if he is truly self enlightened from within. But i do realise that there will be always unhappiness around unless you try to connect with yourself and bring yourself to peace with gods will.

This year has been the most turbulent year of my small little life so far. Things are just not going the way I planned and I Just wish this year ends and theres a hope for a new beginning for me. I dont want to return to the shell which i have strived so hard to get out of. But i do have a feeling of Deja-VU. The same events in exact same manner have happened twice. WHO is to blame? Me or GOD? This is where I went wrong and I am in misery. No body can be blamed. I cannot punish myself or others for things which are not in our hands. I just to accept it as Gods will. And when you learn acceptance you learn to forgive and forget thats what I have discovered.

I have come across this great article about going into silence. I only wish i would have come across this earlier so maybe i would have lived a more fulfilling life away from Hatred, Jealousy and Impatience.

Just recently i have started meditation to calm my mind and divert my mind from the past and the negative thoughts. And today was just my second day with the help of 8 Minute Meditation - Quite Your Mind.Change Your Life. If i can silence my mind even for those 8 minutes without enforcing it I believe its a achievement. And i feel this is a perfect start for a restless, hyperactive and sensitive guy like me.

I have also made a resolve to start reading and writing again come what may. This is something which is me and i have disconnected for some reason or the other. Just my advice to you guys out there, Re-invent yourself, dont get stuck in this monotonous wheel of life.

The Chennai Trip!!

The Flight took off From Lohegaon Airport. Lohegaon, a village located in the remote district of Pune, around 40 Kms away from the city. The road to the airport was so scenic, lush green trees in full bloom on either sides of the road. Purple & Mauve colored flowers decorating the highway. Interesting thing about Pune, is the Buffalos residing right in the middle of the road, I guess they still think that its part of the meadows. Just sitting there, not giving a damn to the people honking by. A sight.

Once in the airport, in comes this pretty little thing asking me which flight I wanna board and do I wanna check in my luggage. I been told with my new Lappy, I look more professional. So I give her this look full of attitude, no babes, I am good here.

A memory which will always be etched in my mind, will be the sonic boom of an MIG and the landing of a Sukhoi. It was like an art, this fighter jet touched down in perfection, then the shoot came out and it came to an halt almost in 500 mtrs after which it was taxied to the hangar. Pune airport is used both as a military base and for commercial planes. There were also some old world war planes on display.

I like the Pune Airport, they have kept it pretty simple, and thank god there was no rush of the usual, gujju families and Dubai Departure Creatures AKA Mumbai Airport. And also since the prices of Air Travel have gone up, maybe people prefer going back to their usual mode of transport. So as I enter I hear an announcement saying Passengers of Jet airways Flight 946 are requested to check in and proceed to the security counter. So there I get my Baggage Checked, with the security guy sticking his baton in unmentionable places. I wonder what they tell their wives, “I just physically molested 1000 people today”.

So I am all checked in and ready for departure, only thing I am an hour early, so I decide to show off with my new lappy, but I get bored soon and thought I will speak to someone. I called up one of my friend. Time flies by and lo its time for me to take off. As soon as the announcement is made saying, “Passengers of Jet airways Flight 946 are requested to board the flight”. There’s a mad rush to the counter, reminds me of the Mumbai local trains. People run as if their lives depend on it. I sit there watching people hustling and bustling, fighting out who gets to get more luggage space on top. I decide I will be the last person to board the flight. This reminds me of the Murphy’s law, “People with window seats always arrive last”. But alas, the entire plane was full except my row, which was still empty. So I sit there thinking what an opportunity I have missed.

But then there’s a moment to rejoice, here they come, two gorgeous looking girls, coming right towards me. So one of them comes straight to me and asks me, is this row number 25, I think to myself, “Bimbettes”, don’t u no to read, but of course I ain’t rude enough to talk to these pretty girls like that. Since these girls arrive late, there was no luggage space for them, so they ask me, could I help them with adjusting it somewhere. I Say ‘sure, y not with full grinning smile’. So finally they settle down next to me, one of them starts up small talk, so where are you heading, I was like DUHH, “Chennai”, I gave her a confused look, for a second I contemplated being in the wrong plane. (Ya, I am travelling to Chennai to celebrate the silver anniversary of my birth – Not by Choice though, on a official tour). So we talk for some more time on trivial issues, but I am too bored to entertain them anymore, so I try to sleep for sometime. But no, these dimwits are on a laughing & giggling spree, it was so annoying I mean, there the steward comes and hands them a drink, one of them asks, how much for this, the steward says, no mam, this is complimentary, and there they go giggling for half an hour. I was like are these girls high or something?? Anyways I put on my headphones and ignore them for the rest of the way.

Finally, the pilot just announces that we have arrived and flying over Chennai.”Outside temperature 36 degrees, with cross wind on the runway, so buckle up and sit tight”. As we are flying over Chennai, I noticed this huge cluster of houses, so close to each other, which can give a complex to the slums in Dharavi. Then I see a huge race course, I guess this was twice the size of Mahalaxmi race course. It looked magnificent. Another thing which was pretty unique was the elevated train platforms and tracks, and it was running almost through the heart of the city like a serpentine. Chennai airport being right in middle of the city, when the plane was descending it was almost kissing the rooftops of the low lying buildings.

As we were nearing the runaway, suddenly the plane started vibrating, it touched the runway and bounced and moved sideways, the people almost started screaming. But thank god, the pilot landed the plane safely. I wonder how a low cost airline would react to such kinda crosswinds, because a couple of times when I have been in one of the low cost airlines, they shake vibrantly even when they are on ground!! So that’s that.

While getting down it’s like a custom for the air hostesses to stand at the doorway and give you fake smiles and wish that we would fly again with them. I mean don’t they get sick of giving that fake smile, I had read somewhere if you are forced to give a fake smile, the person goes into depression after a certain period of time!! So I guess they will be needing shrinks pretty soon.

The first thing once you step out, you notice about Chennai, that its bloody hot and humid, identical to Mumbai, only thing in Mumbai it becomes pleasant in the evening but not the case over here. My chauffeur had called me and said that he’s waiting for me outside. So I step out of the airport and I see a guy with a placard saying “Mr. Narsimha, Infosys”. Normally whenever I used to travel by air and used to check out I used to see this placard for different people and think to myself I wish that was me. So I callout the guy and tell him I am Mr. Narsimha. He gives a half smile and offers to carry my luggage, I tell him, that its not much and I can manage. So once in the cab, I try to make some small talk, like how far is the Mcity(the place where Infosys has a huge campus), he says its about 40 kms away, almost an hour.

So I ask the driver, hasn’t it started raining over here, cuz its still hot and humid, I gesture using through hand signals, he starts saying something in Tamil, I tell him, “tamil teriyaadu” which means I don understand Tamil. So he says something in broken English, “no rains here Sir, only summer whole year!!”. I ask the driver to turn on the radio, each frequency he tunes into has only tamil songs nothing else, its like I have come in an Anti Hindi establishment. I heard, people over here, even if they know hindi, they will pretend that they don’t know it.

Anyways after a long long ride, that’s when the idea of this blog was conceptualized in the cab itself, I reached Mahindra City, a huge deserted land where all the top IT & BPO & ITES companies were setup. Soon after I checked into my room, Infy guest houses are as magnificent as ever. A 29 inch plasma screen, comfy Beds, hot shower what else can a man want. So I get changed, relax and wait for my teammates to arrive. My PM arrives at around 10 and we decide to go and get something to eat. As we step out, we ask the guard where the food courts are, he says that all food courts close at 9 and there’s nothing we can get to eat in a 10 mile radius. I wasn’t particularly hungry so I could manage sleeping without eating anything. But still our PM insisted we go and check out everything. So there we go three musketeers, on a BSA ladybird riding into the sunset searching for food. We asked almost every guard on campus and swept every building which had lights on for food, but nothing. After so many excursions, I started feeling hungry and we were even more determined to find food. So in the end we fought with the guards to open up the kitchen, finally one of them had pity on us, they gave us bread jam.

By the time I reached our rooms, I started getting calls for wishing me for my Birthday which went on almost till 1. It was depressing not being among friends and family but still I tried to look at the brighter side. We had to go early next morning for training so I called it a night. Tomorrow was supposed to be my day, where everything will be perfect and everything will happen as I want. But sadly it wasn’t so.

Next day morning we got up, got our breakfast and we were ready for attending the KT sessions in the client centre in Covansys. As soon as we got out from our rooms, we were hit by a heat wave at 8 in the morning. I was thinking to myself if it was gonna be so out in the morning itself how’s it going to be in the mid afternoon. It was almost an hour drive. As we reached the client location I was disappointed to see their office, I guess I am used to be in huge campuses, so I guess I had some expectations, the work place, the people and the infrastructure. I was thinking when I will jump how hard is it gonna be for me to adjust in some other company, if it turns out to b like the one I was in, I wouldn’t have probably survived their long. Infosys is far more liberal in certain aspects. I guess I have now realized the value of my dream company.

We had our sessions at 2 till 5 and after that a Infosys Level meet to discuss how the day went by. That got over and since it was my birthday we decided to go to some beach or some good place. We asked the CAB guy through hand signals to take us to the beach. He only replied, “illa sir, no diesel”, there was a fuel shortage going on only in TamilNadu, giving me enough reasons to hate this place more and more every passing moment. As a last resort we asked the driver to take us to a good restaurant which falls on the way. He was reluctant but agreed in the end. He took us to “The DHABA”. Notice how the “THE” changes the aura of a name. There was a Auto Rickshaw installed on the first floor of the building, guess the owner was fascinated by this famous mode of transport. We had already prepared ourselves that food might not be so great here but fortunately the food was yummy. The funny thing was natives dressed as punjabi’s were serving the food and when we spoke to them in hindi they replied back in tamil!!

This was just the beginning of the nightmare, after we reached home, I started hearing noises in my tummy. Thought must be indigestion or something. But unfortunately it wasn’t so, I had to go twice to the loo, I was praying to god, not now, not here, not today of all days. Somehow I got to bed and at 3 my condition had worsened, bad stomach cramps and motions, I thought I’ll put up with it till morning and go to doctor. But the pains were becoming intolerable, in the end I slept on the bathroom floor, cuz I dint have energy to walk from the bed to the loo. Felt like my stomach is gonna burst, I would rather prefer to die than go through that pain, that’s when I decided it was a emergency and I needed medication ASAP. Normally there’s a doctor on call so called up the security personnel, he said there’s no doctor on campus and they will have to take me to a hospital which is like 15 kms away. I dint wanna go to the hospital cuz I hate it, but the pains had become incessant, so I told him to get an ambulance. Ambulance arrived in five mins, I woke my roomie, told him I am going to the hospital, he was totally bewildered, was like what, how , when. I had never stepped in an ambulance before, the driver told me to lie down on the stretcher. I was thinking so many battles of life and death must be fought at this place. I was almost to a point where I was gonna loose consciousness, but thankfully I dint. After what felt like ages, the hospital arrived. The name of the hospital was, Mutthuswamy Kumar Ganpati Hospital!!! From out it looked like a residential building. As soon as I stepped in, I got hit by that sickening smell of a hospital. I don’t know how all hospitals manage to smell similar. From inside it looked like a world war II emergency ward. I was taken to a room where there was a guy before me who was getting treated, I guess he cut his leg or something, so there was blood lying everywhere and he was cryin with pain. Looking at that blood and that smell, I just found the nearest exit and puked right there.

I was still getting such spasms, I just asked isn’t there any other doctor, the nurse said no, she said she can give a injection to relieve the pain, I said no thanks, Ill wait for the doctor. By my guess, the nurse was just a 18 year old girl, as well as under qualified for this job. Finally the doctor came, he just asked me what happened, and he prescribed something and told me he will have to give me two injections, one in the veins and one in the butt and I had to get those meds myself form the pharmacy. The driver was there with me so I asked him could he get it for me, so he brought them, the doctor told the nurse to give me the injections. I was thinking to myself, if she has to give me a injection in my veins, how many attempts it will take for her to find my vein. I couldn’t risk that so I requested the doctor himself to give me those injections. He told me to lie on metal table where there was blood all over on it!! I told him can he at least get it cleaned. He took me to another room where he gave me those injections and prescribed some more meds and asked me whether I want drips. He told me I got “food poisoning”. I said no ways I am staying in this hospital even a single minute more. So I just took the meds and got the hell out of there. The pains reduced after an hour or so.

After I came back, my PM came to see me and saw my condition so told me to take rest. I was feeling bad that I fell sick and I wouldn’t be able to participate in further sessions, but I had no control over it. Entire day I was only sleeping, there was a problem for getting me lunch cuz there was no room service but I requested the reception and he knew about my condition so that was solved. I was completely sapped out of energy, even simple tasks like pouring water in a glass had become difficult. So when my colleagues came back in the evening, my PM asked me to take the first flight back home the next day and take the week off and rest.

Mom was surprised to see me cuz I hadn’t told them about my condition cuz I know she will worry simply. At least now I will get proper food and care. I have decided I am never ever going back to that hell of a place again.

All in all, Chennai sucks!!!

Stella

As I am saying good night at the end of the day,

And you are not here, but many miles away,

My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,

As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,

But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.

Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,

Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us apart,

Remember I still hold you near in my heart.

When the night together, can't be ours,

Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.

Meet me in the stars, I'll be waiting there for you.

With a bottle of wine and glasses for two.

Just close your eyes and there you will see,

Waiting in the stars, just for you I will be.

Remembering those words, I begin to smile,

And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.

I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,

But you are not there, no hug to exchange.

I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,

No longer wanting to be kept apart.

Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,

A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.

There is no question it is you that I see,

Waiting in the stars, just like you promised to me.

You hold out your hand as you become near,

And put it in mine saying, "I miss you, my dear. "

Suddenly there's gentle music, filled with romance,

You gently pull me close, we begin to dance.

Just meet me in the stars, that is where I will be.

A special place in the stars just for you and for me.

Love

A great many thinkers and writers have wasted their time broaching about this particular topic and still it remains something which cannot be described or expressed completely. Every person has a different perspective of how it should be. But in the end it’s just the union of two people who feel the same way about each other.

Can love be one sided?
I feel how it can be love when the other person doesn’t respond to you the same way. No sir, that’s not love. It’s just a dream.

I thought I had found true love, my soul mate who I could talk anything n everything n I thought this was the person I would do die for. But m scared now, people change so much, the same person who would not even dream about hurting their loved ones, behave as if nothing affects them anymore. So cold, passive it’s just too hard to digest the fact that how could I not see it coming. I guess love makes you blind, you ignore all the faults n see only the good things, things that YOU wanna see. But actually things are much darker, fader, and blanch. I had read somewhere people are generally good, circumstances push them to the bad side. I believe people are generally bad, circumstances and their needs make them good.

Everything’s so lovey-dovey, caring, sweet talk n all during the initial phases, why do people start taking for granted after the other person express their desire to be with them. Does all the love vanish in that single moment?

Maybe I ask too many questions, Maybe m plain stupid n dunno how this world works or Maybe people are too complex too understand..
Maybe I am just seeking for someone who would listen to me patiently without judging me.
Or may be I just can’t let go of people I really care.
Or may be I believe in fairy tales, boy meets girl, both of them fall in love and they live happily ever after.

I donno, whether I would be able to love anyone the same way ever again and also to trust someone more than myself but I know for sure I have lost faith in love.

Clairvoyance

In my dreams I'm dying all the time..
Then I wake its kaleidoscopic mind..
I never meant to hurt you..
I never meant to lie..
So this is goodbye..
This is goodbye


Tell the truth you never wanted me..
Tell me...

M Back!!

Hi guys..
Been away from bloggin since almost a year n half..
Lets say bloggin was really addictive and then got demotivated of posting cuz of a certain someone..
Well lot many things have changed since i last blogged and i hope to write some of those incidents down and continue bloggin with same vigour as i used to at some point of time..

Cheers
Happy Bloggin

Bombay Blues: Part I

This week and the weekend has been particularly too hectic for me.
The one sport that I can really say m good at is, badminton n I resumed playing badminton after a gap of around 6 months. This vacation I had particularly gained too much weight so wanted to get back into shape.
And since I was playing after long I knew my body will be stiff so I had decided I will play only a game or two, but once m in the game, I loose track of everything, n ended up playing 8 games. So obviously till I reached home I was ok, but once the body cooled down, every inch of my muscles were aching n crying. But still I went the next day n the body pain is slowly going away. Feels good to test the limits of your body.

Then on Saturday it was A’s birthday, so we had to plan something good.
I had bought her a Card, a box of chocolates and a formal bag. Then we had planned to go to Kobe’s sizzlers for a mega lunch. I loved the pepper chicken although it was too much for a single person to finish. She had ordered an ice tea which tasted delicious. After the lunch we had planned to go to the Gateway of India n go to a nice ferry ride, n since it was a good 30 Kms from Bandra we went by car so that we could have a long drive also.

The first month of the year is celebrated as the Mumbai Festival over here and there are events taking place all over India. At gateway of India Two warships were anchored, INS GODAVARI and INS BEAS. We thought of going over there but there was already a huge queue for that. So we chucked that idea and decided to go to Elephanta Caves. It is a pretty famous tourist spot n although of living my entire life in Bombay I had never been there so neither of us had any idea what we were expecting. When we asked the ticket vendor as in how much time will the total journey take, he said 40 mins. We thought ok not bad, n bought the tickets.

The ride on the ferry was superb, cool breeze blowing in ur hair n face, the calm n soothing sea, the seagulls that were following our boat. I wish I had a camera, the seagulls were literally gliding in the air drift of our boat. And of course the paranomic impressive view of the entire surroundings, it was really breathtaking. The ride went on n on for about 30 mins , n v both were wondering that when we would reach n after reaching would they just take a entire turn around the caves or are we supposed to get down.

After about 45 mins, we were nearing a huge island and there were some settlements on that island. I still wonder how these people live in oblivion like this. When we reached near the island the boat docked and everyone started getting out. We too followed and then we reached the steps and not knowing of what to except we kept climbing until neither of us could take another step. It was a steep climb with road dwellers on both sides of steps and there was a considerable crowd of mainly foreigners and monks from Tibet I guess.

When we reached the top we bought the tickets and we had a look around. The caves mainly consisted of statues in semi nude

positions and some stunning figurines. All this while A was worried lets hurry along cuz what if the boat goes and we are stranded over here, lol. So anyways we hurried and we got back on the cruiser and this time we took the upper birth. More than the caves the most amazing part was the ride, simply awesome. While coming back we saw a couple of ships decorated with lights and when it became dark only the silhouette of the ship was visible cuz of the lights, u can only imagine how beautiful that would look in the night sky.

While coming back, one of my friend called me to inform me that we would be going to Karnala Fort. Although we had already bought the night show tickets for 15 PARK AVENUE of the same day, I agreed. The movie was good but I guess I was not in the mood for it so I couldn’t follow it properly. All the time my mind was what time would I reach home and how many hours will I get to sleep before leaving the next day. Aparna sen’s acting n all was good but I thought the ending was simply stupid and i was like wot a waste of a good script. I reached home by around 2 and I couldn’t get sleep till 3 I guess cuz of the excitement of leaving early before the sunrise and that too on bikes.

To be continued….

Travel Blog

Me just back from Hyderabad, after a week long vacation. Feel so good and rejuvenated after such a long break. Not that I was too busy over here but it always feels good to get out of the grind.

I needed a change of location from a long time and when I got the opportunity to go to Hyderabad to my grandparent’s house I took it. It happened so quick that I didn’t get a chance to post it on my blog also. The main purpose of the visit was to deliver a package received from my aunt from states and install it over there so booked the bus tickets immediately and took off that evening itself. And I specially booked the tickets of a VOLVO cuz I never been in one before, And yeah they were mighty comfortable with all the leather cushioned seats and all.

I remember when I was small, we used to go my native place every summer. And I used to get so bored up that I hated it cuz there used to be no TV, no electricity, and no friends so I stopped going with my mom every year after my 10th.

My grandparents used to just pamper me like anything and even this time they were so happy to see their eldest grandson after about four years. And you know there is distinct smell and feel to every house. That feeling suddenly came back to me as soon as I entered the house. The sweet old smell of the lemon tree, the pickles, the sand dust and even the water has a distinct taste over there. Over there we mostly get bore water(natural water reservoir used by digging deep in the ground). And of course, the Hyderabadi Biryani.

So much has changed in this past few years, (here I go comparing it to Bombay again), the Public transportation has improved than before, but its pathetic compared to Bombay. At peak hours you should see people hanging on the busses, similar to how people hang on the local trains. And there is boom of Malls everywhere u can see. The one thing that starkly stands out is that there is a aggregation of everything, meaning, all the things of one type are neatly arranged through out the city. For an eg. If u want to go to a barber, there is a gully where there are only saloons and nothing else, and for electronic items there is Gujrati gully, for sanitary there is another lane, for vegetables and all there is yet another market. I found this really cool as well as strange.

The first two days I didn’t go anywhere out, just lazed around in the house. The third day was a Sunday and when I told my grandpa that m getting bored n I wanna read some books now, he said,”ur lucky today is Sunday, all the shops are closed and the entire Koti streets becomes one huge library”. So we went out in the morning n I was amazed at the rows n rows of book dwellers, much similar like Flora Fountain in Bombay. I bought two books, The Broker by John grisham and Angels and Demons by Dan Brown for 60 bucks each. Yeah that’s right 60 Rs, not second hand or anything. Now I feel I should have bought two or three more, lol.

The Next two days my grandpa took me out for a tour of the city, all the markets and all. There is one market in Hyderabad which looks like a fort or a Royal Palace, in which all the rooms have been converted into shops. There are around 200 shops in there, where u get everything, much like a pre historic shopping mall. Then my aunt took me to this mega exhibition that happens once in a year and there are dealers from all over the country. It was humongous, I cant describe in words the length and breadth of it. It is so huge that a mini train is there which circles around the whole ground, picking and dropping of passengers. There were a minimum of 100 shops of ladies cloths alone, then there were other apparels, electronics and the food court was so huge that it could give the new age malls a run for their money.

Man the entire trip was a walk down the memory lane, simple love south India, there is a different feel and taste to it. Uncles doing there chores in lungi’s folded up, the coffee, the women dressed completely with gajra’s, kajal n big bindi’s, the idli n dosa n coconut chatni, the hyderabadi hindi, the crazy yellow rickshaw drivers and the “deccan chronicle” a local daily which I fell in love with the unique style of the paper.

The most emotional point of my journey was when I was leaving, and we were going to book the return ticket and we just stepped down from the building and a black cat cut our path. My grandpa was petrified and he really got scared thinking something may happen to me in the journey and he said you can’t go tomorrow at any cost and he gave me a hug. My eyes were moist and I was fighting back the tears and I assured him that I will go the day after, only that calmed him down and we went for yet another tour of the city :).

A happy ending!

First things first,
Happy new year all ya beautiful people out there n i apologize for not personally visiting n leaving a comment.

Today’s day was the redemption day. Pick up the bits n pieces n try to start all over again (lol ya m making it sound like i was just hit by a tsunami or something). But true, i had to really go out n test is it really gonna be a unlucky year for us. So after the eventful yesterday, I had my work cut out for me, to convince n coax A that I will somehow make it up to her today.

I told my parents about everything that happened n they were happy that I sorted everything on my own, n Forget about money, the main thing was u reached home safely (yeah I love my parents). I was totally against repairing the car but since dad had to go out in the afternoon n I had to drop him till the station. So he made me call the mechanic.
Well the mechanic came, did some testing, changed one single fucking wire n wallah back to normal. I was like “this is it? Why couldn’t the other mechanic do this yesterday?” But thankfully there was nothing major.

I decided that after dropping dad at the station I will take the car n meet A cuz its on the way only. Although everything was fixed up, but still there was this feeling on the back of my mind, that suppose if I switch off my car, it wont start again n this will only go to prove tat we r jinxed. Although I wanted to be positive, but after going through wot I did the day before I couldn’t help but think negative. Even I could make out that A was a bit scared when I told her that I will be coming by car.

The other day we didn’t get a chance to click many pics so we decided to do it today. The weather was good, the feel was good, the company was great, and the ambience was cool too. Somehow today there was a feeling that nothing could go wrong. And I really liked wot A said, it can happen only once in a lifetime, don worry nothing will happen today.

So I asked A wot would u like to do today, she said lets go for a drive. I hate driving at peak hour rush, it becomes really maddening n I was still a bit apprehensive about my car. So I offered a even better option, lets go for a hindi movie of her choice. She wanted to watch “Bluff master” from quite some time, n although I had seen it with my friends n I never watch the same movie again on TV, let alone in the theatre but I agreed just to keep her happy. So went to book the tickets for the night show in advance, cuz all the other shows were house full n people were still selling it in black outside. But I got the last two tickets available at the counter at the best possible rate.

So we decided to celebrate this by having a good dinner n spending some quality time with each other ;). Everything went as planned and it was the best organized date after a long time. We both had really good time, which has made us erase some of those scars which were left behind. God is great n just goes to prove, we are mere mortals n we can merely walk the path chosen for us by destiny.

We both are fanatics when it comes to going about things which are planned in advance. So this was a welcome change n we clicked a lot of pics n if the pics turn out to be good I promise I will be posting some soon.

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.