Lucky, Brave or Practical ?

I believe that in ideal situation if given a chance every person wants to do a job which matches with his/her personal traits or qualities or attributes. Or simply a profession which gives a sense of satisfaction or just a no-mental-pressure feeling at the end of the day. There are three kinds of people considering this scenario.

1. Lucky : Ones who are fortunate enough to just find themselves at the right place, one fine day when what they say jab-hosh-sambhala they realize that “oh this is exactly what I would have chosen had I been mature enough and knowledgeable to justify my line, though this is different thing that somehow I was put in this line at the first place. Thanks to my parents and relatives who took this decision for me. Moreover otherwise also how could I identify that this is my area of interest, so in any case it was them only who had to decide my limited version of future.” The extension of this limited version depends on their later realisation of their parents’ right or wrong judgement. In the later years this limited version gets extended till the end of the life if their and their parents’ judgements coincide. And if these judgements don’t coincide all things become dependent on something called – courage.’

This courage thing decides the next two kinds of people. One with courage who wish to take accountability of their own actions and one without courage at all.

2. Brave : These are the people who after spending a reasonable period of time with the stream or profession their parents chose for them, start to realize that it’s not something they belong to. It’s not something they wish to do for their whole life, whatever short it might be. It’s not something where they feel happy. It’s not something which becomes a good part of their life despite spending or investing more than 1/3 rd of their day. This realization culminates into a courageous decision. And the courageous decision of breaking free, of giving some serious ears to your heart happens somehow sometime. This sometime is sometimes 2 years, sometimes 5 years, and sometimes 10 years or may be sometimes at the retirement. But whenever it is made it surely is a courageous decision. Because they believe that it is always better to have a personal profession than to be a professional person!

3. Practical : This category people share half part of above mentioned junta. Till realisation. They realize that it’s not their cup of tea, but because of some worldly limitations and constraints they don’t dare to jump over that risk. Risk of numerous things. Risk of losing, maintaining or improving social standing, risk of losing, maintaining or improving living standard, risk of losing, maintaining or improving confidence in oneself and above all and most important, risk of hitting upon a wrong thing once more time. Because the realisation was of where one doesn’t belong to and not of where one belongs to. These people are generally what we refer them as practical ones. Ones, who might not take full responsibility of the decisions they made earlier but they certainly take responsibility of their family, children and other personal and professional commitments. Ones who would rather prefer to be on safer side than to become brave and break stereotype routine and mindset.

First category people are simply god gifted people. Third ones are public gifted. And second ones are just self gifted.

And then there are people who oscillate between second and third and aspire to become second because they believe that things might not be perfect, ideal or best but things would surely be better afterwards!!

Title, is that really necessary ?

I talk more about food than eating it. One of my very good friends at office calls me 'kabbar rani'.

And this friend has recently resigned. Last Friday was her last day at office. I gonna miss all that gossip we used to do at juice time in morning and at lunch. I will miss calling her at her extn- 7177 everyday to ask 'chale kya' for juice and lunch. She has been a major part of my office life. It was fun to be with her. It hardly happens that you gel with people who are not your college friends, let alone office mates. But at the very first interactions we knew ki we are of same type. Although she is married but she is exactly not that Aunty types stereotypical girl-turned-into-a-woman, the kind of girl I get along with very easily- cool, logical, confident, fun-loving, sensible, honest, trustworthy. I am seriously gonna miss her badly. The whole team knows how much good friends we were, and how much disappointed I was at her last day. She was more of a sister when it came to some feedback or suggestion. You start appreciating somebody for what they are and before you have done it, its time for them to bid you goodbye. Life is strange and amusing too. Wish you a great life dear.

Since i have passed out college and come here i have become less talkative. Earlier it was kind of inherent in me. I could not help it. Surprisingly now i feel lazy to talk much. But when i am among the friends who have been there before i started working, i slowly come to my that earlier talkative self. Work really does something to you, i tell you.

And here again i decide to update my blog more often. I know now it sounds like a cliche. But cant help it.

Lately i have stopped playing TT because of unending queue at TT table and insincere players (should i really call them players) but the girl I was beaten by, in singles championship (yeah i was second runner up in singles and winner in doubles in my company's TT championship), i guess going to join my BU and this along with one other guy who comes at the lunch time, and beats everyone, have become my driving factors to again come in the form. Believe me if an insincere opponent can discourage you to play, a sincere and strong opponent can motivate you like anything, yeah to keep playing and improving.

I seriously want to beat that guy one day who come to play at lunch time, play so aggressively and don’t know what he thinks of himself while he exhibit that over-the-top winner-attitude and expressions.

I talk to mom daily, but at times its such a pleasant experience to talk to her, giggling about my marriage plans and prospective guys.

Over the time i have got this feedback from people that i make friends very easily out of my friendly and jovial nature. I guess its other way round, if i become friends with somebody then only i get jovial and 'that' friendly with them. And its true because i listen people saying me - ' yaar when we first saw you, you seemed very serious and reserved kinda girl, guess we were wrong' !!

I am perpetually gaining weight, and finding no way to control it. I have put on 5 kg since i have come in work life, 5 KG in an year and two months!! Too much ho gaya jee :)And they say - ladki tujhe gayab hona hai ? :P

I have seriously become a lazy bum. Have stopped reading novels, newspaper, magazines, have stopped blogging, have stopped doing yoga, have stopped keeping an eye on what is happening around me, and above all i have stopped thinking and introspecting.

It feels good to get compliments about my dress sense. So after all it's all worth the time i put in choosing them. But its more of my happiness. I feel good doing shopping, doesn’t matter if everyone calls me a shopping freak. There are very few things that actually make you feel good and happy, so let it be, there wont be many if you leave them also. Unfortunately no one appreciates this logic :)

My credit card bills give nightmares to my mom. Every time i go home she literally pledges me not to spend more :P..Hey it rhymed, keep it up Anu, you are on the way to become a great poet one day :P

Given my love for food and more of talking about it, i become subject of discussion in my cubicle whenever something related to eating is talked about. Lately there was this Blood Donation camp in my company, we were talking about it and one of my cubicle-mates spontaneously said- 'Why don’t you go there, they will be very happy to have such a nutritious and healthy blood' !!

These days wherever you see, you see everyone is doing love marriage. The thought comes to the mind, what was I doing when people were busy finding their 'ae jee, oo jee, suno jee'.

Its amazing and surprising to see the newly found mutual friend(s) between you and your friend.

The traveling from Delhi to Jaipur and vice versa would not have been that much comfortable and hassle free, had Volvo bus facility not been there.

There are some one dozen clothes i have not removed price tags from :O

I am a fast walker. And it irritates me like anything when I have to walk with a slow walker.

Like college times, my sleeping habit continues in office also, in training sessions :P

I was wrong when i predicted that its hard to see some cool, fun loving people in office. Getting emotionally attached with them or find some confidante in them is still hard. But nevertheless I got some good friends i can be a little bit of myself with.

I bought this diary from a stall in my company's cafeteria. The stall was set by an NGO which was there to sell some handicrafts made by Tihar Jail prisoners. I don’t know why its become close to me. I haven’t broken its seal yet. One of two things i wanna do with it - either start using it for myself or gift it to the one who is close to me and/or understand the importance of penning down his/her feelings/expressions.

Its good to see some blog friends in office. Who have known you before you joined the office. Who reminds you the fact that you have been missing in action for almost 6 months. Its fun to talk a bit about blogging in office garden and analyze other bloggers style of writing. And then at midnight tell that other blogger that you were talked about.

One time in the same days, last year, i said to one of my friends that how boring you are that you make 'to do' lists. Now being in a job, surrounded by many deadlines and activities i have realized how important it is. Work makes you a less un-organized and more boring.

Some days ago i read this thought provoking post from Rahul on CAT. Thinking of CAT, still gives me chills. It was something for me. I once dropped for an year just for it.

In office, with a software engineer i am an event manager also. I was made one because of some organizing-attributes they saw in me. Any birthday, farewell, you-name-it party of ‘the team‘, I am the organizer. Though its not that big. And No doubt it expand your interaction with people and makes you a better manager, but it eats up a lot of time as well. I hope it doesn’t get the better of me.

I still talk for hours with some of my college friends like AM, Mehta and Kapoor. Its not daily, and its not in a week also most of the times, but whenever it is, its a heart to heart conversation. And its such a pleasure to share your thoughts without giving it a second thought. Its always relaxing to spend some time with those you can be totally yourself with. I tell you distance doesn’t make any difference to the strong bonds. Most of the calls i or they make are STD ones.

And i haven’t still got bored of this song - tum se hee of Jab we met. There are things in life you never ever get bored of no matter how much you see them, listen them, think them. And that’s the beauty of them.

And it feels very good to update your 3 years old blog after a period of more than 6 months.

I am on matrimony site :)

Okay, I accept I forgot this blog like anything in these days. Infact i didnt forget, it was and is always in my mind, just that I could not update it for a couple of genuine reasons. But this time i could not hold myself back. Yeah i am on matrimony site. Hold on, listen me. First go through this link -

http://www.simplymarryzine.com/index.php

or this one

http://www.simplymarryzine.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogcategory&id=20&Itemid=96

or may be this one -

http://www.simplymarryzine.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=324&Itemid=96

My this 'shaadi wala' post is up there on simplymarryzine.com. A Times Of India's Matrimony site. I guess many of you who are in the matrimony mood must have heard about it. Though i was not aware of it at all till three days ago. I was surprised when the website's editor mailed me for permission to add this post there. I was amused knowing somebody read it after such a long time i published it there. And more amused when i read it. Because that was the time i used to walk out furiously at anything remotely related to marriage. And now when my parents talk about it, i stay calm and compose because i know i dont have any option but to listen them and follow what they have to say. Anyways...more updates later...gotta reply a couple of mails right now. But I am really amused thinking how many ways can be there to be on a Matrimony site :P

I'll always be right there ...

So its been exactly 10 days since I took off from office and decided to stay home here in Jaipur. My ma unexpectedly got ill and I am not that kinda person who has courage to leave her mother in the middle of the time when she needs me. Though she told me to go back to attend office and all for numerous times and also the problem was not that serious nor it required any full time attendant, but when you have mother who just hates medicines and equally careless about taking them at right time, you don’t have much choice . Some unsaid responsibility quickly comes on your shoulder. For initial 3-4 days until prescribed medicines were supposed to be finished, I gotta have an eye on her if she is taking her tablets at all let alone on time. Doctor told us that the more electrol solution she drinks for a couple of days the better it is. And seriously I give myself a pat on the back when I think of the moment when I declared to my ma that I am not going back to delhi before next week. Because whenever I’d ask her if she has taken her medicines and electrol she always used to reply - ‘yeah I was just about to take ‘ thinking if she simply admits that she hasn’t taken, a somewhat scolding kinda lecture might follow. Having seen the situation and years of observation made me to stay back and prepare her a glass of electrol on regular basis and keep standing before her eyes till she hasn’t drunk it all. Proper vigil to ensure that she is not doing any physical work which results into strain, that she is not getting mentally tensed either, of thinking that list of pending works is getting longer, persuing her to take an appointment from the doctor she was postponing to see, were a couple of add-ons for me.


Now she is all fine, makes every thing done worth doing. I think more than anything, which thing matters is your assertiveness to show care to your loved ones. The resolve you show that you are always there and ready to put anything else on the backburner when they need you, is something that gives them such a confidence in themselves and you, that hardly anything else can give. And particularly parents are hardly so open to tell their problems to their children. They always of the opinion that ‘why to trouble kids’ . But I guess, to a certain age its fine, but after a stage, (though they don’t accept so easily) they do need a helping hand in everything. Emotional support is of the paramount importance. Though when they are at this stage, when they are crossing their middle age and stepping in that ‘post-middle-age’, children (which is of our generation) can also be seen going through their crucial stages- career, relationships, competetion, self-awareness, changing life style, work-life balance and what not. Things which are more than enough to occupy their mind and body, result ? Less than enough time for family and particularly for parents. We have so many differences with them, on the career stream we choose, on the life partner we choose, on the life style we choose to live in, on the hobbies we want to persue, on the friend circle we wish to make, on the fashion savy dress we want to pamper ourself, on the priorities of our to-do list, and the list is just endless.

The regular encounter with these differences make us feel that we are unquestionably poles apart. Fortunately in my case, I have been given full liberty on all major issues or should I say I made them give liberty whenever I needed, obviously like any other middle class family I do have my share of exceptions too. But talking in general, our generation is made to sit in great dilemma. From lots of source I keep listening that, this couple was abondoned by its son after marriage, that one person of this couple is living with older brother and other with younger, that after marriage brothers are figting like anything over property issue, that they are not living happily as they always used to, examples are just in great quantity and of great variety. And one or other kind of problem happens with everyone. Why so many people after a stage feel themselves repelled from their parents. I don’t think, so many people belonging to our generation can be all wrong at the same time. I guess may be because, since we start to undersatnd everything about ‘me‘ and ‘my’, my taste, my choice of career, my life style, my living, my girlfriend, my marriage, everything of my choice and comfort, the differences begin to appear on surface. By the time we do have someone else (girlfriend/boyfriend or husband/wife) who take equal infact more importance in our life as far as relationships are concerned , our vessel of differences get just filled upto the brim. And we try to come out of this vessel at any cost, the support from other person who has just entered into our life is always there. Previosuly we were alone, we didn’t have courage to officialy get apart, but unconsciously we keep waiting for the moment when we can take the decision once there is atleast one person to back us up.

May be this is the time when we should remember the times when our parents were our world. We all have our share of beautiful, caring and touching moments with our parents. Like if I go in flash back I do see a running father holding my bicycle from the back so that her daughter who is learning how to ride bicycle, dosent fall or run into an accident, I do see a father who is making his best to convince his daughter to eat all types of vegetable, I do see a father who is endlessly cajoling her daughter into having fruits and milk everyday (and believe me he still does !), I do see a father who is planning way back so that his meetings or work at job dosent clash with the meeting he has planned with some coching or tutuion class , I do see a father who at times behaved tough and let her daughter face the situation as if he is not around and pretended he is not actually around to make me learn the lesson by own experience and not by sheer preaching, I do see a father for whom it is said that in the childhood of his daughter. he daily used to make sure that his daughter’s bag has palm-full dry fruits specially almonds and cashew as those were her favourite ones, I do see a father who worked hard as much as a coach as I did for my Table-Tennis tournaments, I do see a father who used to gather his energy after a tiring day at office to prepare me for my next day maths exam, I also see a father who, just for once in the lifetime of her daughter, scolded and slapped like anything when he got to know that his daughter told a lie for which she was too adamant to accept, and then I do see a mother who used to wake up in the morning way before than her children would do, to prepare the lunch so that kids take healthy intake and don’t hop on the junk food, I do see a mother who gave up her job dream inspite of being well qualified for the position, I do see a mother who kept on changing freezing cold cloth strips for whole night whenever I’d caught a fever, I do see a mother who kept on checking if I was really studying in my room, late in night, and most of the times she was the one who used to put aside my pair of spectacles, I do see a mother who daily calls me up and tries to dig from me if am going through any problem and having my meals on time and in proper quantity.

You see all this is something, I just jotted down without even thinking. I am afraid if hundreds of pages fall short if I try to note down everything my parents did for me. And every parents do.

I know I digressed from something I started with, may be this can be called - rambling in a confined area
I guess it was somewhat remotely related to the the time our generation is living in. And believe me in any relation the trust, respect, care and understanding we show are something which keep us going. Like after a couple of beginning days when my papa was making me learn how to ride a bicycle, I hardly would fall from my cycle but the moment I got to realise that papa has stopped running at the back , for supporting and holding the back handle in his hand, I suddenly would fall. We all are like this, we shatter when we realise that the person we have full confidence and trust on, has somehow left us. So do keep holding the hands, we hardly get big chance to make them believe that we care, that we are always there for them, and we are just a call away. Find those little oppurtunities when you can actually make them realise that they can bank on you. And if you are verbally challenged to open your heart, like me, do it by your action !

Well, guess this post became quite heavy and serious to digest. But whatever, like every time, this time also I poured my thoughts into this place, with full faith in them. Hope you survived this through too. Gotta wake up as early in the morning as 4am to see all the people who survived through all these days and reported their inability to live without me their in capital city :p J

Catch you later sometime, my dear blog !!

Listening I’ll always be right there by Bryan Adams .

Sweet home !

So here I am sitting in my own room, where I have spent years watching movies, sleeping, talking, laughing, chatting, everything that you do in your very place. Being home is just beautiful. This is the second time I am home after my moving to Delhi. As soon as I see those familiar places when I enter in Jaipur, it feels like ‘arre yeh to apna hee ilaaka aa gaya’. I mean seriously, when I am shopping or simply just out of home in dark here in jaipur, my folks don’t get that much panic. Infact I came home at 10pm yesterday, after a good shopping. But there in Delhi/Gurgaon, my ma back home makes sure that I am home before it’s dark. That is the difference which you encounter when you leave the place you have been for years, where you just feel everything familiar.

Well, I also got my first stipend, yeah the first kinda salary of my life. And now when I write about this I must confess that I have just 20% of this money left with me. That’s a typical shopping freak I am. I got the cheque on Friday and got converted it in the money by my in-house banker (my abbujaan is in bank) and by yesterday night, that is Saturday night I’d spent 80% of those red notes. I availed of all those end of winter sales and brought my ma, papa, dadi, masi, and sis a sweater each. Though papa was lucky, he got two. Actaully I found 2 nice piece for him, so I grabbed both. My bro is still left to get his share. But keeping in mind his expensive choices I decided to gift him by my next stipend. But seriously the feeling is so nice and beautiful to share your happiness with your loved ones. My 4 year cousin was saying to my ma and dadi ki jab anu didi ayengi tab poore din mai apke ghar pe rahungii (when anu di will come, I will stay at your home for whole day). Oh man, when I listened that I was so honored and touched. Seriously, in these 23 years I have spent on this planet earth, I have concluded that most beautiful feeling is to be loved by people who actually matter for you. To love and be loved is what really matters. Those big smiles on kids faces when you gift them big choclates and pastries is worth everything. To be loved is such a great honor , it makes you realize that no matter what but you have something that people really love you. Kids who don’t have any motive, any right or wrong intentions, nor you have for them, are most helpful to judge yourself.

Anyways again I am running short of time. After half an hour I gonna leave my this sweet home for Delhi. So before I get all those blames for missing the bus, let me wind up. Have fun, and love the people beyond their expectation who love you.

Zinda hu mai...

Guess, this song from Zinda does actually explains my updates. No, I havent been in such bad situations that actually i had to survive thru and all. Infact i am living with my papa, who actually prepare my lunch at as early in the morning as kids are found in their school buses, yeah at 7 AM. Well right now i am sitting in a nearby cafe from my home. Blogger site is blocked in my office with all those messengers and ofcourse orkut too. I could have come here on every weekend but you see blogging is something you cant make happen. I feel very badly to type something quite often, but unfortunately it happens when i am home, when i dont have system, needless to say my dear lappy is not with me.

So all you guys who have thought that i have come to the stage when bloggers almost lose their interest in updating their blogs anymore, you actually thought wrong. I dont think i would ever feel like stopping blogging any time. Its just that i dont have resources when i need them. Otherwise the ones who have seen me blogging for almost 2 years now, know that i have published post in my hella busy days at even 1,2,3,4 AM.

Anyways i am running out of time right now. Gotta collect some grocery and toileteries from big apple or might be reliance fresh. You guys if by chance wanna send any kinda feedback, comment a casual mail , i mean anything, please do it through with emails. I would try my best to come back again on my this dear place.

Thanks to all you friends who told me that they missed my posts and want me to continue the way i have been doing till a couple of months ago. I will do the same, as soon as i get enough time and resources. Seriously want to write so much. Its like my own place is asking for my presence!

And oh, please bear with me if i have made any spelling or for that matter any grammatical mistake. Gotta run for other things, you see ! :p

one more thing, did i tell you how stupid i am. Till last week my ma was here. When she left for jaipur i gave her my ipod (as it got discharged). And guess what, i forgot to give her charger. See the situation, neither my sis back home can get it charged and nor i can listen to it. I tell you, i am seriously stupid. :p

Just a quote

Yesterday I was reading Times of India and that’s when in Times Ascent on the second last page I read this article -’The juggling act’ which starts with the quote by Brian G Dyson, former president and CEO of Coca-Cola -
“ Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling five balls in the air namely-work, family, health, friends and spirit. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls-family, health, friends and spirit-are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged, or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.”

Hates off to the man who explained the exact plight an every working man/woman nowadays is on. Also it did sound as if its exactly what I keep repeating to myself. I feel these five are the basic building blocks that make you happy and be loved by others and by yourself as well. The way the company I am going to join after a month in Gurgaon has been communicating with me and my classmates who got placed in same company, I hope it’s equipped with a good HR department. I just hope after a month too I maintain a great balance among all the supporting pillars. Amen !!

Right now listening ‘aaoge jab tum sajna ‘ from Jab we met, next is ‘na hai ye paana, na khona hee hai’ . Just wondering how beautiful a song can be!! And whenever these ‘nagara nagara’ and ‘mauja he mauja’ come, I just cant help and next second find myself on the floor with my hairs down!

Hazaaro khwahishe aisi ...

Some thought leads to another thought. And that’s when things came to me, I want to learn, I want to pursue on regular basis in near future, as soon as possible. These things don’t hold any concrete reason as to why I want to learn them, just the realization that I have great inclination and aptitude towards them, that actually drives me to ponder over them and find some ways to manage time and favorable situations for them. Moreover I guess, these are the things that will keep me going up on personal front. I know the time to come is not a cakewalk, soon as my many working friends say, I gonna have a demanding job that apparently will leave little time for myself or people around me. But even having known all this, I am committed to not to trap myself in that vicious cycle that follows during job and marriage for that matter. Also I want to pursue these things so that I don’t lose any interest anywhere in my life, because no matter how materialistic success you have got, there are somethings beyond every worldly success that give real enjoyment, the real personal fulfillment. Lets have a look what are these things for me I have been talking about :

1. Photography
I havent clicked any great or masterpiece till yet. But I think I do have the aptitude towards it. If I begin to learn it seriously, may be at some photography school, I know for sure I will among the fastest learners. Many a times when camera is in my hand, I begin to tell myself - no, pic would be better if taken from this angle, it would be better if you change the position of this object, it would look nice if zoom is that much-hiding unwanted details. I mean ,likewise suggestions to myself from myself. There are pics I have clicked of my friends, bro-sis, and simply without any person in the pic, that I just loved and so is the person who has been clicked. Though till now not all the times I havent been able to explicitly explain why they are more appealing to me. My friends thanked me when they saw their ‘so nice’ snaps. Girls are more excited to see their good photographs, you see. While their only concern was quality of photograph, mine goes beyond, like how would I explain that why its different, why its ‘that’ nice, why you loved it, why people loved it. At times I am able to explain and most of the times I am not. Its like thoughts are into mind but I am not able to give them words. Or I would say things are more of abstract than concrete. And to answer all these questions in precise words I want to learn photography from a school. My initial interest would be in fashion and wild life photography. And hey, did I tell you I don’t hold any interest to take it professionally. I just feel I do have aptitude towards it and so I want to learn it. Not all things you have inclination towards require to be taken professionally. You have other ways too to enjoy your fondness. It just need a small amount of time and commitment. I don’t know what veterans say about photography but what I have realized till now is that its nothing but bringing out the best features of person or place being clicked. Any inputs to add ?

2. Interior Designing
Like every other thing I am fond of, I don’t have any plan to persue this too professionaly. For I believe fondness should remain fondness only. If they are turned into career, they somehow loose their charm. Though vice versa is not true. I mean its not you need to be averse of a thing to take it as career. Its just, one need to realise which one of those things one can keep doing all day for his whole life, and which one of those he would just like to give a couple of hour. And I tell you it would be the best justice to everything you are interested in with varying degrees.
So why I wanna learn interior designing? Because I want to make my home beautiful, a home with idyllic ambience. Its as simple as that. When somebody enters in, he should feel those positive vibes. And when he leaves, I should have a couple of compliments. He should be interested in knowing where I have picked that curtain material from, why did I feel that those sofa covers goes well along with color of walls, where have I purchased that unique show-piece and that ornamental fountain, how it came to me that those decorative archs will look nice with the mirror next to it..etc etc. I just want to make everything pretty, graceful, eye-filling, photogenic and artistic, for its MY home. Sweet home.

3.Salsa
Yeah, you heard me right. My friends who know me quite well, I am sure must have dropped their jaws. For they know how much leg pulling, kidding, satirizing I do to my friends of both the genders. Degree gets increased when it’s a guy. So its least expected of me that I do hold a fondness for as romantic thing as salsa. My friends often report me as one of the least romantic persons. But my take is, there should be one to be romantic with. I am kinda person who enjoys kidding, joking with everybody, but enjoys being romantic with just one. You see I am sort of ‘one man woman’ like geet of Jab we met.

I tell you I just loved this flick. If somebody gets ready to finance me I can watch it for atleast 10 more times. Really, you don’t become fan of somebody just like that. Like A.R Rahman, Jagjeet Singh, Madhur Bhandarkar, Kajol, Konkana Sen and a few more, my list gets added with one more name - Imtiaz Ali. I have seen his previous two movies too. Socha na tha I saw on CD, guess I have seen it around 7-8 times. Ahista-Ahista I saw in hall, I just could not help but to highly appreciate the way he potrayed love sans any first sight attraction n crap. When you leave the hall you realise the story was the realistic one, like the one you can witness any time around you. I loved each and every song of Socha na tha, specially ‘mera tumhara kya rishta hai’ and ‘ kabhi dil ke kareeb,tumhe mere naseeb, ynu layange, socha na tha’ . Lovely ones with beautiful lyrics. Though because of our Himesh jis contribution I didn’t like any song from Ahista-ahista except the one ‘ ishq ne tere ishq ne , kar diya, kar diya bekhabar’. You must also see the videos of these three songs to appreciate them in their entirety.

And then I saw this SLB’s Sawariya. That too on my birthday. The one of the worst product one can ever expect from SLB. We were so delighted when my bro and cousin reported us of the availability of the tickets as it was just one day old in theaters. Every second we kept thinking ‘ shayad ab kuch tolerate karne layak ho’ ! But by hard luck I had on my very day, that moment never came till we were out of hall and took a deep breath having seen that finally we are out, alive.

Well, I was on salsa ! Ok I wander a lot, but still I am romantic. Just needed one right person :p

4. Urdu
Apart from hindi, English when I got a chance to learn German a few years ago, I was excited. Excited, because I also can boast myself that I know a foreign language. But those early morning classes in chilled winter and excessive grammar proportion in the language itself proved to be total turn offs. Though if I flip through the pages of my German book lying somewhere at the back on the shelf right before me, I hope I may recall something more than just ‘gutens’ . But I soon realized that I don’t have that required patience and spirit to learn any new language. But with time unknowingly I began to admire the beauty, the mystery that Urdu possess. This time it was slow but strong impression that a language got on me.

I think Urdu is a beautiful language because it is mostly used to express beautiful feelings. Even when you decide to be harsh and rude there are words which just touch you gently and pass you by without any hustle and bustle. Hardly any language exist on earth that is so sober (right word is ‘shaaleen’) and mysterious. Mysterious because whenever you read some couplet, it always contains some deeper feelings. You will hardly understand its true meaning so easily by just first and spontaneous interpretation. Urdu couplets always have deeper and more elegant meanings than actually how subtle and superficial they seem.at first. The subtleness, the indirectness in expression, are somethings that makes Urdu what it is.

There comes a hindi daily in my home. Its Sunday issue contains a gajal. At times I do like but most of the times I don’t. May be because you need to be a jweller to recognize genuine pearl, also because I don’t like those typical romeo types gajal as they are so straight forward. Ever heard Jagjeet’s gajal, you have to sit and give some time to understand. If you want to cherish them they ask for your time investment in return. That’s where the success lies of any singer and lyricist .

I don’t plan to take any formal classes for it like above ones but surely I look forward to discover it more in the years to come.

5. Concerts
I always look for the excuses to have fun and guess, that adrenalin pump in high-rated concerts is more than enough one can ask for. While singers with their fast numbers have their own appeal with lotta ha-hulla to make you hit the floor, other artiste like pandit Ravi Shankar, again Jagjeet singh, Lucky Ali have their own aura that will simply make you tap your feet on the floor. Difference lies in just the movement and aggressiveness of your feet on the floor. Both of them give the opportunity to enjoy yourself, though in a different manner. One in calm and serene way and the other in rather thrilling,wild and spine-tingling way.

I fantasy of having time and the right company to enjoy both kinds of concerts. I am equally excited for both types. The only problem with them is that they continue till late night, which actually becomes a hindrance in getting approval from parents. But then without lights and all that effects they lose their typical stimulation. Gajab ka deadlock hai !

6. Paintings
Just hold on. I don’t have interest making paintings myself and all but I really want to know what’s that behind those critically acclaimed paintings which actually look not more than a asymmetrical combination of lines, circles, parabolas, ellipses, hyperbolas and what not. That too with strange color amalgamation. What more the artist get higly appreciated for his work which looks more to me a result of ‘ ismai kya hai, aise brush maara waise maara aur ho gaya !’ Ofcourse its not that easy. I often wonder, do they people really take as much time as one year or so to make a painting that just look an unwise color blend and thoughtless union of various figures. I wonder, if there really exist some deep meanings beneath the canvas, do they deliberately form these meanings with their pre-defined strokes of the brushes or it just happen while they take the brush in their hands.

I want to get in touch with persons who is good at comprehending these paintings. If not I want to visit as many art exhibitions as I can till I don’t find answers myself. And after that I will keep visiting them to judge from a well-read eyes. You must be like ‘why I am bothered about what these paintings stand for’. Even I don’t know why. I just want to know what’s all that behind that make great artist earn fame and fortune for just one queer painting. Really eager to know.

7. Gita
Yeah, I plan to begin this great hindu epic of all the time in near future. I have heard people saying that it’s an epic any common man can take many valuable lessons from. That’s because its quite pragmatic from a worldly man’s point of view. One can relate with it at many points as Lord Krishna behaved and decided his course of action the way a common man would have done in stated situations. A little bit of observations about Gita and Ramayan, I found that Ramayan is more of preaching types, and Gita is somehow more practical yet knowledgeable. Though i have read Ramayana of C.Rajgopalachari (English version). During graduation we had one list of books from which we were supposed to select two. I chose Ramayana and autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi as they were with least pages and easiest by rumours from exam point of view !

My parents do have a couple of versions of Gita. A big one, medium one, compact one then of different writers. I could have started with the smaller one and completed any time. But I do want to read the full version. I am just looking for a right time as I don’t want to start in hurry and then discontinue in between.
Two reasons that drives me to study it : 1. Want to know if people are really right when they say one can learn many lessons out of it (which actually holds true for people living in this era too) and lead a more contented life. What’s actually written there that makes it relevant even in present time. 2. Just because I am hindu, I want to read one epic from our religion. May be to enlighten myself with the knowledge it contains. I found Gita the best one among all, I hope I will find it interesting also.

May be sometime later I would like to read Bible and Chanakya’s too.

8. A small library
I like reading. Even when I am not able to read I try to make my collection rich so that some time when I get time I begin them. Paul Coelho, Ayn Rand, Richard Bach are the authors I am highly impressed by. Chetan Bhagat is other, though in different genre. I cant tell you how good I feel having read a nice book. There have been many days since I have finished any novel. Started Atlus Shrugged but had to leave in middle because of lack of time but when I am reading any good book I find myself indifferent in fact uninterested in my academic books. I stop reading my syllabus books. And so I don’t pick novels that frequently. Though when everything related to formal study gets completed, I plan to read as many best-sellers as I can. I want to read every critically acclaimed book around and possess them personally. I imagine of having a spacious room in my home that exactly looks like a mini library, having a large collection of best sellers. And you are welcome to visit it and borrow a book of your choice if you promise to return it on time. Because I am too bad in remembering which book is with whom.

9. Table-Tennis
I have been a state level player. Though academic priorities stopped me going ahead. I played it as a regular player in my school days only. The regularity, those daily practices no matter what, ended there only. But the hangover still remains. Whenever I do see any clipping on news (which actually happens rarely) showing match on that green table, my eyes get opened wide. In school days I was mad after this game. Then a couple of times when I slept at odd hours in evening and not up for dinner, my family devised a trick to wake me up saying ‘ anu uth ja subah ho gayee, practice ke liye jana hai na ‘ . And I’d mistakenly believed that the darkness is pre-dawn. Later what I’d hear a collective laugh when they would see me freshening up and bat in my hand. By nature too I know I am sporty types who believes in game spirit and fitness. In general too I believe everyone should take one game for more than one reason. So I give play to my imaginations and see myself giving an audacious shot to the person in front. After a couple of years I see myself cleaning the table at my home itself and after a couple of minutes dragging my better half to the table :p

10. Yoga
Well that’s goes on the similar line with the above one. Its just been a little time since I have joined the yoga classes, and like every yoga practitioner it didn’t take much time to admire it. Though a person like me who will never wake up as soon as 6 am for anything, finds it tough to throw sheets and wash the face. Still its worth it. Your favourite songs playing on ipod while on your way to center in a cool,fresh morning does compensate your fight with the endearing sleep. And I don’t hesitate to continue it through out life as long as ipod is with me and I keep getting compliments from those moti-moti aunties at center :p

Most of the times people indulge in pastimes, hobbies to have an escape from their daily boredom. To enjoy life while fulfilling other responsibilities and materializing their own goals simultaneously. I believe there should be a couple of activities in everybodys life which they ‘consistently pursue‘. Ther should be spare time for onself, to introspect, to retrospect. Ladies need it more so that they don’t spoil life of others and themselves by attending never ending kitty parties, hours of idhar-udhar ki gupshup, backbiting, excessive indulgence/interference in minute details of others life and you know all that blah blah you guys deliver from your mouth when you are pissed off with us !

Well, that completes the list as for now. Guess nothing is that unrealistic. Lets see how many interests I turn into hobby. More importantly lets see if I get time, resources and consistent interest to pursue these interests.
Right now listening ‘mai seedhe saadhe dhang se kahta hu apni baat’ from the movie Socha na tha. Just turn on your computer, laptop, ipod, if you don’t have song there, listen it on net. I tell you, you will thank me for refering it. So simple words yet so beautiful and a melodious music, what more you can ask for when you are proposing a girl, packaging every thing a girl wants to listen in just five minutes. Just go ahead , listen and thank me !!

Camera Round...

I was sitting idle, and as usual when i am idle i end up starting some novel,switch on my laptop or camera. This time a few minutes ago it was camera which was handy, lying just arm away on my bed. Dont know why instead of re-viewing those stored pics i started clicking my surrounding, i mean the objects,things present in my room. And to make this blog a little colorful i uploaded them here. Have a look-

Novels-

Some course books :p-

My spects-

My cute kit-

A random click -

My favourite coffee mug with Atlus Shrugged, I am going through these days -


Hehe…..deo,body lotion,sunscreen,clutcher,kohl -

A beautiful pen stand-

My watch I bought a few days ago-

Hmm..again novels -

some more -

And, finally its my ipod -

ABCD EFG HIJK LMNOP

A to Z (Defining Anu (Ghatiya !!))

Chalo lets start…

First of all A - Anu (Infact aadimanav..)
Then .. B - Bhaalu
Fir .. C - Chor (by face)
Aage.. D - Duffer (a universal fact)
Then.. E - Elegant (my god anu …NOT AT ALL !)
Then.. F - Fool
Next is G - Ghatiya (koi shaq ki gunjaish hee nahi hai …)
Now ..H - Happiness personified (ruk ruk khush mat ho..have written not because of your nature but because of your “daants” )
Most important I - Idiot (ye to jeevan ki sachhaai hai !!)
Aage..J - Joker (a big one)
Next ..K - Kool (cool with a ‘K’)
Umm..L - Lovable (galti se ..tu hai !!)
Yess..M - Mahaaa….bakwaas !!
Then.. N - Naalaayak (“ask preeti mam, VP and Bhonpu for confirmation “)
Next is..O - Ogar (a kind of animal )
Then.. P - Paglet (With “presidential cut” * its more prominent)
Phir..Q - Question-marked face (When serious !! (rarely !))
Then ..R - rupay bachau **(treat se kalti maarne waali !!)
Agla is..S - SARDAAR (salaami denge..salaami do…he..ha)
Then ..T - “Thandi Mundi “***
Next..U - Universally adored !! (“Tujhe khush karne ke liye likha hai “)
Now..V - Very..Very Ghanchakkar type insaan
Yess…W - Workaholic (“kabhi nahi ho sakti “)
Next..X - xpressive (For confirmation see Blog…and always having an idiot expression on face “)
Thank god..Y - “Yo Man” group member ****
Last is..Z - Zealous (yeh word I wrote in my CV…and I have written it here because aur kuch nai soojh raha !!)

Courtsey : - Chotu (12/09/2007, AI Class)

So you see how a so-called friend who I dedicated such a post, can turn restless and out of order when yours truly planfully occupy (read snatch) her friend’s seat which happened to be right under the fan. It so happened that our Real Time System’s class got finished and next one was of Artificial Intelligence (AI). Like any other unlucky day I found my seat located far from that coveted fan. So during the air time of between the two classes I exchanged the position of our bags (mine and chotu’s) since she was sitting right under the chtrachaaya of so-much-in-demand fan .While I did this she was out of class and when she entered for AI class mam was already in class so obviously she wasn’t in the position to get her rightful seat by seedhi ungli or tedhi ungli, poor soul had to be content with the seat her bag was relaxing on. This friend asked for 2 pages from me as I was convinced that she forgot her AI notebook in hostel room. My other friends helped her in snatching my notebook when I refused her to give the same. And do I need to tell you that all this was happening amidst a running AI class when mam was explaining resolution in propositional logic. Somehow she got my notebook with the help of other likewise friends, she tore 2 blank pages and peacefully returned my notebook. Least did I know then that one page out of these two would be optimally used to define myself, to define me with all those 26 letters from A to Z. And that too in last 10 minutes of the class when yours truly chotu friend didn’t get any better idea to take revenge in her chotu dimaag.

Apparently Chair is not something you can let go out of your hand (or butt) just like that !

* - Recently I have had a hair cut, yeah again ! And fact is I didn’t like it that much as my friends did. One prominent feature of this cut is that it has short hairs in front. My friends find its resemblance with our honorary ex-president Mr APJ Abdul Kalaam. Furthermore the same set of friends loaded me with their compliments the day I got this cut. I still keep getting compliments from the classmates who didn’t notice it earlier. But you see MY friends are…my. They cant help but to discover some comment out of compliment. As far as I am considered, I decided to have it in some other parlour, though well known, called ‘Looks’ because of its less service charge of just 100 bucks compared to 160 at Shahnaaz, I got my cut last time from.

** - every living creature on this earth knows that what a rupay fenku I am. But you see friends can defy any universal truth if they don’t get any imposed treat for any new pressure cooker, knife, towel or for that matter may be a cello tape or a hair-clip too. This time it was my digicam and the laptop I am typing this ABCD post on.

*** - thandi mundi bole to cool chick in angrezi. The owner and moderator of the community on orkut by the same name.

**** - ‘Yo man’ a name kept by the author of this ABCD for a group of 10 crazy girls. Till date I could not undersatnd the logic behind it. But still as MTV says - yooo man !!

Needless to say when other friends went through this ABCD, they were so overwhelmed that they were ready to forget their ABCD they learnt in their kindergarten and get hold on this new one. All she was getting from other friends were lotta thanks and ‘wow, you rock buddy’ . Letter ‘N’ and ‘S’ were the greatest hit among them. For them it was kinda a great creation one can ever make by just one pen and borrowed page and in just 5-10 minutes. For me as I was proceeding line by line my amusement was going high and more high having seen that how aptly somebody can define you by those 26 letters and most of the time so accurate and immaculate (though according to friends).

I know it was a revenge but a sweet and touching one. In general, hardly it happens.

Of chotu and her sweet mom

- The post regarding those nightmares will be up there after this one.

Now when I say that whatever khurafaat or help I do to my friends, reaches to a good number of people though I remain oblivian of it for a good time, I didn’t know it includes my friends’ parents too. Moms specially. More particularly chotu’s mom and bro.

Chotu is a friend who is very dear to me. A sweet friend worth keeping till the end. If you meet her you will realize that people are right when they say great things come in small packages. A beautiful face with beautiful heart. A friend who was equally happy as my family when I made it to IBM and she could not. Forgetting her own failure she was there to give me a tight hug and listen to my very cool and interesting GD and interview experience. Next day when all the remaining friends including chotu got placed in TCS I cant describe how soothing and cheerful moment that was. We exchange so many SMSes when other girls of our class must be seeing their guys in their dreams or burning midnight oil to win that another rat race. Though I might be reading some novel, magazine or seeing some movie or those pics holding memories, I cherish so much. And most of the time these are not forward SMSes, these are something so typical of us. Leg pulling, scolding, ridiculing, what we don’t do ? That if I read them some years down the line (yeah many of them still reside in my inbox), I would have strong urge to turn back time we have spent together, in class, out of class, in canteen, in her hostel room, in corridor, on stairs, and in SMSes. But there is one place where my presence in person becomes unnecessary for her, some ears and mouths are what all required. All she has, some people around to eagerly listen about me with a great interest and same time appreciate yours truly.

It all started when we were I guess in 2nd semester. We were good friends but not that good that we’d not think once before throwing expletives at each other. There is a scheme in my college that college provides a net-equipped PC in a room provided all the 3-4 candidates of that room deposits 10K on the deadline, fully refundable by the given date. Unfortunately it so happened that her Canara bank ATM decided to throw some tantrums and refused to hand over the required money to this needy girl. For a couple of days the person in charge kept telling her ki aj ya kal mai theek ho jayega. The day when it was the last submission day I took her to bank again on my kinetic as she was running very short of time, hoping this time that damn technical problem would not be there. To our dismay, she was again disappointed by that darn automated teller machine. Though we were advised to wait for some half an hour as some engineer was called up and fix the problem. We waited and waited. While waiting she asked - ‘ aur bata tere Table Tenniss kaisa chal raha hai’ I even completed that how one good looking guy who I played TT many a times with in the stadium’s TT hall in the presence of many other players, one day almost proposed me with a couple of compliments on my smile and innocent face, I explained her that how I was left seeing him in awe when he said and quickly vroom-ed his Pulsar with a mysterious smile as he always used to pass, the guy I never communicated with. But that day how when everybody was out for some national championship inagauration, he asked my name and little more basic information about me during we were playing match and our eyes all set on the ball and hands to put a good shot to gain that extra point. Though from the very next day humorously by some strange quirk of fate I could not continue there. I knew it would be discontinued some day as mid term was approaching and I found it tough to manage some time after college. Though I didn’t know circumstances will apear in that way and it would make me to end it that day only. Otherwise I badly wanted to continue the game I love playing and I wanted to ask him that what makes him think that I look innocent. Obviously guy was in all flirting mood. We talked over it on a good stretch, we bole to chotu and me in AC hall of the bank. She had only one response ‘ aur sab to theek hai lekin use tu innocent lagi kis angle se. tu aur innocent ? kitni badi galatfahmi ho jati hai logo ko !!’ . I was showing her this and that angle of my face to prove my innocence but my efforts were futile. It was almost 45 minutes and we were done with all our giggling and this time pass description. Enough is enough. We out rightly asked branch manager if we were getting cash in next minute. He gave up and said that problem is from main office, delhi and we are not able to fix the problem sorry! Man to kar raha tha boloo ki uncle yaha fir kya ye overweight, frustrated-yet-laughing-with-full-force uncle jiyo ki shakle dekhne ke liye bithaya tha. Time waster. Though we enjoyed our time their in our own way. You see, when friends are there place become immaterial. But that inability to get 10K from ATM waned it a little bit.

Looking at her I said ‘ go to college, see the situation there and if nothing works let me know if I should bring the money next morning from home’. And I meant it I didn’t say it out of any formality though out of friendship, it was, whatever kinda we had that time. ‘Yeah I see otherwise will let you know’ was a quick response. Though I know she didn’t mean it as expecting 10K from just a good friend is not expected generally. Friends nowadays are known more for the fun-frolic, notes, proxies and likes they share , not beyond that, not for more serious matters, or even a financial help leave alone the situations when herd decide to refuse to support you emotionally and mentally, something that gives you more strength than anything else in the world. She thought same that even if I try my parents wont agree. Obviously its but natural. Friends are yours not theirs. The way you know your friends they don’t know the same way. And when it comes to lending a money of 10K, the refusal is not any surprising thing. That goes with every parents. You just cant blame them if you are not earning.

Fortunately in my case I have lovely parents. Every son or daughter love his or her parents because they are their parents. Besides being my parents I also love them because they are lovely individuals too. Next morning my mom gave me one white envelope containing 10K. When last evening we were communicating by our missed calls ki ‘ mai ek missed call doo tab bata dena ki aunty maan gayi hai kya‘ ,‘ek doo to samajh jana ki manage ho jayega, 2 to sorry’ like that, she interrupted and instructed me - ‘ chupchap fone kar bachhi pareshaan ho rahi hogi. Pata nahi kya missed calls karte rahte ho. Ek fone karke bata de ki chinta na kare kal fee submit ho jayegi’. This is like my mother. I wont say ki when I asked her about money she responded something - ‘ why not, I was just waiting for it’. she had her apprehensions - ‘ kaun hai? Kaisi friend hai ? Lauta to degi na ?’ but not more than that. All she said me was ‘ achha hai, nahi to apni vajah se bachhi poore saal bina PC facility ke nikaalti, aur sabse badi baat koi kuch sochke hi expect karta hai, use niraash nahi karna chahiye. Lekin ye mai teri risk pe de rahi hoon.’ I was not that proud of my ma for her giving me that money as much I was of that latter part of her statements regarding ‘worthy of expecttations’ . Had my papa been here he would have told us -’ don’t worry beta. Just come to my branch right now and have the money. I am right here. ’

Deep down I don’t know how and why for a moment I found myself saying this to myself and believe me its true. Everything I wrote on this place has been always true without any exaggeration. ‘ if I lose money, more sad I would feel to lose a good friend than to that money. Though I would feel sorry that my ma put that much faith in me.’ I know it was over senti and too much to be true but as I told I don’t know why it came to me.

There chotu’s relieved sigh was enough to tell how happy, relaxed and oblized she was feeling. Happy and relaxed I wanted to make her but ‘oblized’ not at all, never. Later in night she sent a touching thank you note thru SMS and I replied her - ‘ chotu, friends are not just to say we are friends. There should be some meaning beneath it. At any time whenever you need just be assure that someone is just a hint away and she will help you out at her level best.’

Next morning the 4 girls of room number 113 (where PC was to come) was praising me endlessly. In larger amount my ma who actually deserved. Guess what, problem with ATM machines continued for some more days and chotu almost rubbed her sandals in to annd fro the bank to return the money before I got to know how seriously she was taking her. I asked her to chill. Next week her vacations were due at home in delhi and I got the same white envelop next to next week. On returning she was telling me that how her dad and mom was appreciating me and how she had to put a break and tell -’ bas bhi karo, wo itni bhi achhi nahi hai ki itni der tak uski taarifo se sabko bore karo !! ‘. Since then there was created I guess a bond between aunty and me. It was first time when she listened so much about me and it was first time that I got to know about this. Though all the moms of my friends knows me quite a bit but may be not the way she does. And may be because she is a cool mom who takes a great interest in her daughter’s college life.

Then in next vacations chotu explained how aunty is too much impressed by me. Why ? Because my dear friend described my studying style to her dear mother in great detail. How in every periodicals (mid term) I reach to their room at some 10 oclock if test gonna begin at 3 oclock and with semi-crying and semi-scared expression on my face - ‘ yaar mera kuch syllabus nahi hua hai’ . I will always rememebr how these 4 angels chotu, pinku, MJ and shekhu from room number 113 welcomes me with noisy hii as if I’ve met them after decades and decade means one day and then a great laughter in unison. And then begins imbibition of various chapters and concepts. I call it ‘imbibing’ or understanding things rather rattafication or mugging up as I am no good at mugging no matter its 2 days or two hours. She went on detailing aunty how I by 3 o clock or 2.55 completed a good proportion of full syllabus. And then how I fetch marks quite near to the ones which can be categorized as ‘good’ . This was I guess the second time when she was highly impressed by me. Chotu told me ‘ pata hai meri ma itni impress ho gayi hai tujhse, bolti hai kitni intelligent ladki hai 4-5 ghante mai 4/5th syllabus cover kar leti hai. Kitni hoshiyaar hai, dimaag bahot tez hoga. Hamesha mujhe chup karana padta hai unhe. Mai unhe bolti hu ki mummy bas aise hee number aa jate hai uske fatte maar maar ke’. This is other story that how we two end up in proclaiming each other jealous and who is more.

And now this time what she did was out of my imazination. She made her bro and aunty read my this post. Holy cow ! I asked her so many ‘really?’ and when every time her answer was ‘yes’ my expression was almost as if she has given birth to twins before marriage. ‘ screw dheela ho gaya tha tera, kya soch rahi hongi aunty mere baare mai. Saare impression ki watt laga di !’ . No surprises if you listen this from your wicked friend - ‘wahi to karna tha, mission accomplished.’ But you get relaxed a bit when you see her say that also -’ jokes apart, mummy and bro really enjoyed it. She was happy ki we are enjoying our last days in college though not that excited if its in this way. This time she said about you - guts hai !’ I tell you how much I relieved I felt having learnt that aunty didn’t disapproved chotu of meeting me further or continuing any contact with me but she said one thing to her - ‘beta is baar tu fail to nahi ho jayegi? ‘ . Whatever it strengthened my desire to meet her in person someday. A cool aunty who reads your blog at times and laugh at it rather discarding it in disgust. A respectable aunty who listens to her irritating daughter but spares her if she talks about me in stretch. An aunty who despite all your mischieves appreciate you for your humanly nature and intelligence (iff it really exist). And an aunty who wish to meet you sometime the way you wish to.

This adds to one more aunty whose company I enjoy and don’t feel like escaping or running away when their daughter is not home. This adds to one more auty when I spend almost one hour beside her without her daughter’s presence what more you are made to taste those yummy homemade laddoos and mathri. Her daughter who is apparently your friend asks you later -’ tu mommy se baat kya kar rahi thi ek ghante tak ?’ . Finally this adds to one more aunty when you can respond to her daughter - ‘tujhe kya, mere aur aunty ke beech ki baat hai !!’

Really hates off to you chotu and aunty !!

There are more aunties who I wish to meet sometime and I hope like everything I got in my life, I will get this opportunity too. Touchwood though.

Ps- Hey chotu remind me if I have missed something interesting here and aunty, by any chance if you land up here again and read this post, please do comment. It will make my day. Really.

shayad meri shaadi ka khayal....

One thing is out of my comprehension that why everybody around is going so excited over the thought of my marriage. Here at home my parents are serious about looking for a suitable son in law and there my friends are seeing me getting married in their dreams, I would call it nightmares rather.

Let us take parents first. Yeah you heard me right, at home my parents particularly my mom is going quite considerate about all the qualified-fetching-big-cheques, deserving, tall and handsome, having-nice-family-background candidates they are getting proposals from. Since in our Indian culture it is customary that only girl-side approach guy-side that directly, so it was obvious that all those proposals they are getting are indirectly. Like from some mutual acquaintance, or from their subtle hints. For them its like a usual duty that every parents is expected from. What they don’t understand is that they wont be defied from being called parents if they execute this process after a couple of years when I am mentally prepared. I mean give me a break. Here I haven’t even finished my education and they are trying to indulge me in something that is not less than any phobia for me. And when I say the same that let me finish my masters, let me get settled in my new job that hasn’t started yet, let me have my own time with getting used to all that is going to happen with its consequences and a new place, you can very well predict their smart answer if you have been in touch with any smart parents - ‘ so where did we order you to get married, just look around and let us know which one you are interested in. At least see him, and talk to him. And if you feel like marrying him just let us know so that we( both the parties involved) get assured and anytime whenever you people feel comfortable, get engaged. Marriage can happen right after one year when you complete your MCA and done with all your exams. We are not disturbing you or your studies in anyway. Things will proceed the way you wish them to. And moreover don’t you see they people are more interested in you. It doesn’t happen all the time and with everyone. ’ PHEW !! . Believe me if I say I am dead scared about all this marriage funda at this moment. I may boast of my adventurous activities in or out of college (Though not much time remains after doing these interesting things after college), people might know me more because of my ultra cool nature, my multiple and never ending khurafatein of different varieties and more-than-one-offer-letter-in-hand thing but seriously this girl who is a courageous and guts ridden for all, is actually not better than any pigeon-hearted soul when it comes to anything remotely related to shaadi-byaah.

Whenever something related to this is discussed in my home, I simply just walk out otherwise it gets ended in an argument. Since my side is heavier given the fact that I haven’t completed studies and my folks are trying to push me in shaadi aka barbaadi, most of the times I am not held responsible for this walking out or not so heated argument. Infact they end up with ‘beta, don’t get upset. Its our duty and we are doing it. We assure you this wont come in the way of your studies or anything. Ok ok don’t be angry. We will talk and do about it when you will approve. So don’t worry we wont talk about it again.’ But I see that every other day my ma comes up with the same convincing-session and try hard to make me melt a bit in hope that some time I will say ki ok go ahead with the talk with this guy/family. But no kind of diversion she could make in my mind till now. This all began to happen in this manner (with this intensity) after my placement and having seen that this is my last year in studies. A couple of aunties in our colony who sees me as a prospective bahu in their home amuses me more when they begin to praise me and themselves until I tell them explicitly to take their leave whenever I unfortunately bump into them. Of course it feels nice to see that you are made up of stuff that people see you from that respectable angle but honestly speaking I am least interested in this whole thing. Reason, I am just not ready to abandon all my freedom, independence and all the bonuses that come with this my present ‘single’ status, all of a sudden. Then I really don’t want to get indulged in these ‘grahisthi ke dhandhe’ so soon when I havent completed my studies yet. Then I don’t want to be the one to start this marriage series in my friend circle. Though most of my friends are committed but no one of them is married yet. So why should I straight forwardly jump into this M status without surpassing the status that come in between, moreover people with C status should be given high priority as they have been in queue for longer period. And then most importantly the idea of putting up with someone who I don’t know inside out or outside in, who I don’t understand, or who I am not frank with, who I know just for a little time that too most probably a projected image, under the same roof scares the day night out of me. I want to be free as long as I can be, without any jhanjhatt, any panga.

On a better part, today when my ma was talking to my mamaji when he came our home, everything was alright. The moment she started this shaadi stuff I walked out giving her that furious look. I came to know my mamaji was in favour of my mom but sensing my reaction to this whole issue he advised my ma to put a pause on this for atleast a year. Later ma told me to not to talk about this issue for a year to come. A big relief came to me. In hindsight I know this thing can anytime pop out whenever she again get some indirect gesture from some bahu-hunting parent. And I am thinking over an idea that will neither lead my parents to complaint me that I am not even seeing any guy nor I will have to force myself for a ‘baal-vivah’. Guess what, I will see him, I will make him read the paper edition of my this post then I will tell him what a big shopping buff I am. I will tell him in detail, if needed with pen on a big chart, that what a spendthrift I am that how easily I can shell out all his hard earned bucks and how cleanliness freak I am. If he is a real man (who is apparently averse to cleansing, shopping and spending his hard or easy whatever, earned money with the frequency of Left’s threats to UPA government) he will take a better decision of giving up and remaining bachelor through out life. Isnt it again proved that I think and act in welfare of everybody ?

How damn interesting and funny my friends dreamt of my marriage in their dreams (nightmare?) will be up there in coming post !

Just another day

Its not less than any big irony that this sem I don’t have that hellish schedule like last one where all the time was occupied with studies, projects and all that jazz. Bunking classes and going out was hardly possible. This sem is a far cry from that past routine. And still I don’t find time to update this blog on every alternate day as I have always wanted and tried to.

Every day we 3 friends me,mehta, kapur can be found bunking, or checking out malls nearby or far-by :p, or crossword if not malls, or accessing net in internet lab, or strolling to juice shop for those yummy shakes with lotsa dry-fruits, or traveling in bus to get to the Ganpati plaza where this parantha-wala makes real tasty parathas of different variety, or sitting on the stools gulping down idli or mysore dosa at one of the idli-dosa experts thela in jaipur that luckily happens to be located just on the walking distance from our college or enjoying roller coaster ride on rikshaw (not auto) to that famous lassi wala on MI road. So you get the picture, that is where and how we spend or invest or waste our college time on. In class tests when other friends ask how the test went, me and kapur reply- jaisa mehta/bagal-wale ka hua. So study is something that we used to do once upon a time. Though if here I begin to start this once-upon-a-time story it will also turn out to be an interesting journey.

Traveling with bus in place of that usual kinetic-sawari daily is a different experience itself. You begin to learn the different types of smells of sweat. You begin to learn to curse those multiple deodorants companies who don’t believe in aggressive marketing, targeting each every bus traveler. You begin to learn that you have a great tolerance power than you actually think of about yourself. You begin to learn to tolerate when some sweaty uncle or aunty or bhayya or bahanji brushes your hands with their wet salty hand skin. You begin to learn that how important a small space is to most of the population. You begin to learn to shrinken yourself to the extent that you wonder how much scope is still left when conductor keeps on stuffing people like pumpkins. You begin to learn to digest those songs that otherwise you will make somebody listen as some punishment.

But then you also begin to learn that this is how most of the population commute from here to there. You also begin to learn the experience that many other experience. You also begin to learn to understand the conditions that many people are living in. You also begin to learn the importance of those circular coins which so many people are dependent for their daily commutation. You also begin to learn to feel the significance of those couple of coins while gulping down the gol-gappas for the same coins in return. You also begin to learn to revise your childhood lessons that teaches you to pay respect to those senior citizens or some elder aunty and so you learn to offer your seat to this class of society with a humble smile. You also begin to learn to appreciate your own FM in your cell phone. You also begin to learn to feel that sweet feeling after offering your seat to some old aunty/uncle and seeing their thank you on their lips or in their eyes. But then you also begin to learn to face the situation when the same uncle/aunty tell you unspokenly that it was your duty and their right to have the seat. You also begin to learn to understand that no work can be more boring than dropping people from one place to other for the whole day that too on the same route. You also begin to learn to say thanks to your parents and god that you are living a decent life that most of the people out here only dream of, you also extend your thanks thinking you are not too big either to sit in these buses and appreciate the life that is far better than that of many others. You also begin to learn that its not the place, it’s the company that makes any situation enjoyable. You also begin to learn that you can share your jokes with your friends in that crowdy and suffocated atmosphere also without bothering that how much effort you are making to stand straight and not to fall on anybody. Crux is you begin to learn to travel in local buses just like you have learnt to travel in airplanes !

I mean I am kind of person who believes that everyone should get the experience of everything. No matter you live with it or not, you require it or not, you will get benefited or not. You never know when this experience helps you at some point of time in dealing with situation you have never expected. Every experience enrich your understanding with life, I think. As in this case observing different types of people keeps amusing me and forces me to really appreciate the real adjustable nature of we Indian.

On winamp- kaun hoon mai (MP3) , next one is title song from same movie. Liked both songs.

By the way yesterday I saw chak de! In rajmandir with 8 more friends. Rajmandir becomes the obvious choice when it comes to the ticket amount and distance. Otherwise nowhere you can find the emerald ticket in just 60 that too with good hang out points adjacent to like MI road, a couple of happening malls, McD, Pizza Hut, Barista and a couple of more. A couple of days ago I read great reviews about this movie and then I read on his blog also. Its been like whichever movie he recommended I just loved them be it Yahan, Viruddh or Mr and Mrs Ayyar. Though they didn’t make that much news nor made any great business but I could not help but highly appreciate them. Same goes with my bro, whichever English movie he told me to watch I just enjoyed and liked them be it remember the titans, men of honor, departed etc. So I guess there are some people who you blindingly believe on in some matters like i do when Kapur says 'yaar this class is not worth attending' !!

Do U Dare ?

So continuing the last post, here the story begins of a great dare! It was a dead boring RTS class going on as usual . We were sitting in the last rows as usual. That day I had my digicam in my bag so I was passing time by reviewing previous snaps and clicking some new ones (of course with flash off !) here and there. Like sinking more downwards in chair and clicking at my friends and classmates. Then god knows from where Chotu blurted out - “anu challenge, mam ki ek photo leke dikha aur front face !” . And me- “ mere ko challenge dene ka matlab jaanti hai, waise mujhe kya milega agar foto successfully le bhi li to ? “
Chotu after thinking for a few seconds- “ek 10 wali 5 star, bol himmat hai ? “
Me- “ abe tu himmat ki baat chod aur 5 star ki tyaari kar le “
After this I tried to settle down myself in a position where I am not in direct view of mam. Though this is what I do everyday to make our endless chattering and interesting activities so as not to interrupted by the whosoever teacher is standing there. So after a good struggle of holding Cam this way and that way, this angle and that angle, I finally succeeded in taking a snap of mam. Guess what ? She noticed me doing this and what more even I realized by her facial expression ki she has seen me. In brief she got to know ki this gal has taken a snap of her and I also got to know that she got to know this. But since I was in one of the last rows and most junta was sitting ahead of me, hardly any one of them knew (except ones sitting in my row and behind me) that I clicked something. So everybody out there didn’t even observed that nano seconds’s expression on her face except me.

When I saw the snap I found it blurred, thanks to the extra zoom I made so as to make it as close as it can be ( you see, the great photographer wanted it to be the perfect one). Futher more I guess cam shook a little bit so that also affected the photo quality. Here is how it looks like

So as not to let chotu throw any tantrum on the pic quality and ultimately rejecting it, the quality-lover, a brave soul and a great photographer in me pushed me to take another better shot. And yeah I took after a couple of minutes. In fact it turned out to be the better one if not that perfect. This is the next one for you all to see. If you observe you can also notice her eyes at me.

Yeah, you guessed right this time she decided to voice her fury on me. Told me to stand up. I stood firm and confident. She asked me what is in my hand. I told her its camera. She then asked me what I was doing with it in the running class. And then those stuff that any teacher is expected to blurt out on seeing that some student sitting right in front of them dared to take her pic. Something like,
Mam- so u know wot you were doing! So should I take you to the coordinator of this institute. (The highest in rank in my campus is coordinator after dean. Dean hardly makes it to the campus after so many out of station visits)

Me- mam I am sorry.(Though I was not exactly)

Mam- what sorry, you do such stuff in class and say just sorry and think everything is ok.

Me- mam I am extremely sorry.( You were not content with ’just’ sorry, I put the word extremely before it. Is it fine now ?)

Class was looking at me. Their expression showed that they are no surprised seeing me as the doer of this adventurous job. Most of them were winking at me, smiling at me and requesting by their facial expression to stretch this conversation to few more minutes so that they wont have to tolerate this dead boring and useless class. I mean really this teacher sucks a big time. Except few people with poor choices don’t like this class at all. So guess what, it was my classmates who were making me more amused than the mam’s scolding making me perplexed. Some more similar types of statements were thrown by her and so some ‘really’ sorry from me. When conversation was not progressing anywhere my friends got an idea and prompted me to tell her ki ‘I bought this cam this morning only and it fell down just a couple of hours ago so I was trying to check out if its working fine’ . My reaction to this was -’ yaar mai nahi bol rahi ye jhooth waise bhi genuine nahi lag raha !’ .
Their response was -’ abe tere liye ab koi branded jhooth leke aye? , bol nahi to gayi to ! Initially it didn’t appeal to me but when they kept prompting me endlessly I had to say what they had said to me. Obviously what followed were some statements like - ‘So you could have check it ot immediately after the class’ .

Me- ‘mam I was just curious to know if its broken down!’

Mam- ‘so you found only my class to do this’ , anyways whatever do give your explanation to GNP (our coordinator) sir. Come out !

Me- ‘mam I said sorry.’

Mam- ‘See this wont work out , I have seen you doing this 4 times before’

Me- ‘mam I just did it one more time that you also know very well. Its not four times. (as if some criminal is saying- ‘my honor , I have committed murder just two times not 4 times. And how you dare to say 4 times! . Fortunatley or unfortunately ,I don’t know, she was uttering her stuff so guess didn’t listen this from me)

Mam- (After seeing that I am also uttering something) See whatever, come out of your seat . I take you to the Sir, he will decide whatever he is to do with you. I am not saying anything.

Me- see mam, I am not that kind of person (what type of ?) you might be thinking of, ever since my more than 5 years over here (I did my grad from same college) I haven’t been indulged in anything like that. You can ask anybody out here ! And this time it was all because I was worried about my newly purchased camera. That’s it. (sometimes senti stuff works, I thought)

This time class started to ‘ please mam, leave her’ .

Mam- see its all fine, but I don’t care about what you did, what I am seeing is this, right now. Tell me your roll number, your name ?

Me- (Guess what, this time I am smiling infact chuckling over that senti statement I made with that 5 yrs thingie and all, ask VP whose class I always used to end up with a couple of comments or for that matter PH, whose class I was caught dozing off, two times. The way I do my assignments, the way I am able to make unity in class so as to make mass bunks are not hidden from anybody. So controlling my laugh was not in my control now. Infact when I was responding with giggling, it rather seemed spontaneous and more of ice braking moments in seemingly tensed situation .) So I in quite light manner - mam I said so many times, I am sorry. It wont happen again . (unless or until chotu offers me the biggest 5 star )

Mam- no give me your name and I am not going to allow you to sit in my class. I will give you attendence!
Me- (Wow no class and full attendence, that’s what I want !) It wont happen again L

And seriously speaking by this time I was getting bored of repeating same stuff again and again. Here my friends began to spoke -’ mam sorry , she was just checking out her cam. Nothing else’ , and all that usual stuff. In a couple of seconds almost whole class was like - ‘mam please pardon her’ .

Man, you wont believe she looked so happy listening so many people’s ‘please mam…’ .

After a couple of settlement statements she told me to sit down and continued with her lecture. Well, after all said and done, I didn’t expect ki so many of my classmates will actually voice themselves. Moreover as soon as I sat down chotu said ‘ yaar sorry, meri wazah se teri daat pad gayi’ . My response was beyond her expectation - ‘ pagal hai kya? Ab lag raha hai ki PG mai ake kuch kiya hai . Dekh aj tak kabhi class se bahar nahi nikle, kabhi dhansoo wali daat nahi khaayi. Lag raha tha post grad level ka kuch kiya nahi aur waise bhi class se bahar nikalna to purana fashion hai. It was something different, you see !!’

Chotu- ‘ I am so proud of you yaar !! ‘

Her mouth was wide opened enough to accommodate an apple and then followed her disgusting smile and
then followed that combined laugh of we two with a couple of more friends sitting in neighborhood.

In the later part of class mam continued to complete her lecture as usual and me and chotu kept on talking about this new event . She was eager to know what was going on in my mind during that whole conversation with mam. This is how it goes.
Chotu- oye tujhe dar nahi laga when she told you to take you to the sir’s cabin?

Me- dimaag kharab hai, dar lagne wali kya baat thi. Mai hilti hi nahi apni jagah se. jabardasti kaise le jati. Waise bhi uski baato se nahi lag raha tha tumhe ki abhi thodi der baad khoob saare ‘sorry’ sunke chodd degi.

Chotu - pagal hai, tera roll number aur naam pooch rahi thi wo !

Me- to bataya kya, nahi na. bas ab wo kaun aur mai kaun !

Chotu - beta tu sahi hai !! I am so proud of you , infact everybody is. Lekin hum log to ek baar ko dar gaye the.

Me- darne wali koi baat thi hi nahi yaar . Its just the matter of handling risky situations. By the way meri 5 star nikaal !

Chotu- abe le liyo! Aur tu kya wo seriously bol rahi thi, 6 yrs of stint in this college and all ? It seemed to us that you are on the verge of getting all senti. Aur pagal stupids ki tarah hans bhi rahi thi ! sachii bata tujhe dar nahi laga ?

Me- honestly speaking yaar, surprisingly sachhi mai bilkul nahi laga. Infact mujhe aisi gazab ki hansi aa rahi thi mam ke azeeb azeeb se facial expression dekh dekh ke . I cant tell you how did I control it in such a stressful situation. Moreover I was laughing on my own senti things, soch rahi thi kitna fenk rah hoon. But whatever it feels nice that I have something. PG mai akar bhi kuch nahi kiya to kya kiya. Waise now onwards you be careful to challenge anu ! Aur kal pakka se meri 5 star mere haath mai honi chahiye nahi to you know…waise telling you one thing , I don’t take gurantee for other subjects but in this subject I will make you all see my marks above 90% in all tests and all that jazz!! By the way did you really expect that I will do it ?

Chotu- not at all man !pata hota to 5 star promise karti ?

This is how class came to an end talking about what happened recently and explaining how did I felt at different moments of time. As soon as mam left the class most of the groups who can be categorized as cool ones told me the same - ‘ great yaar, you have the guts !’ My own group went like -’ beta you rock. Aj kiya hai kisine him mat wala kaam’ . Next day when I reached college so many girls who met me in campus knew about this incident. It is like we do have 2 groups of MCA class. So my friends popularized me in other group too. All had similar kind of lines - ‘ amazing yaar….’ . Though most of the girls from the other group already know me, but for some positive things as they say. I was shocked to see ki how these people got to know about this and same time was telling my friends ki kyoon badnaam karne mai lage ho. But they have all positive side to portray this incident. We all laughed out loud when appu jaan came to college next day and said -’ yaar I don’t know how on earth I could afford to be absent yesterday. I really missed it. Can you do it again ? ‘

That’s the story of some 2 weeks ago. After that on Saturday one minor test has also happened. Most probably I will get decent marks also. Thanks to a little bit of help from Mehta!

Writing it all over here is just to treasure those fun moments and reliving them we friends have spent together. Though while at the start of the class I didn’t intent to do anything like that. It was just a momentous decision to execute something which was given to me as a challenge. And I had my way to get rid of the trap I was in ultimately. When I think of this incident now it really seems some big risky venture, I don’t know why I didn’t realize this then. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t depressed even for a second. When I listened so many girls’ responses the I pondered that was it really that big thing. A couple of exchange of inputs from me and chotu just a couple of days ago in same RTS class sums it up -

Me- yaar, now when I think about that photo incident, I realize that it was actually a hell of adventurous task! Surprisingly I didn’t come to me when I was actually clicking that dam photo.

Chotu- yeah, that’s what I was thinking ki tere dimaag mai kyyon nahi aya ki kya problems ho sakti hai !

Me- yeah, but idiot , in general its good na that the thought of all those hurdles and odds doesn’t come to your mind before whenever you are actually going to do some adventurous, risky job at some point in your life.

Chotu a sweet friend, the one who was behind this unique and memorable event was staring at me having listened some serious and wise words from her most non-serious and un-wise friend !

Ps- I am not checking my typos I have made in this post as running out of time and bandwidth too. So bear with me if you can. I know you wont feel good about it if there are some, even I am not feeling good either about this.

A typical day in college !

It’s the first post ever since my college has started again. I mean its gonna be the first one solely on typical college masti and all. So first it started with 3 electives we people supposed to choose out of 6-7. My whole and sole criteria for selection was the time of classes and difficulty of the subject and the scope of cheatsing in tests that in turn depends on the number of gals selects that particular subject. Like if more number of gals do select some elective there are more chances of effortless cheating, otherwise cheating in itself can be a struggle. So first thumb rule go for the elective that many people select. Secondly go for the elective whose class happens at the suitable time, like I didn’t go for GIS(Geographical Information System) because it is conducted at 10 AM to 11 AM and my all other classes start from 12 and ends at 4, lab from 4 to 6 is different matter. So had I chosen GIS my schedule would have been 10 to 4 rather 12 to 4 and all our tafribazi and masti would have got a back seat. You see how much tough decision we have to make just because of that attendance thing. And in case if you reminds me of proxy-way, let me tell you girls in my class are not that much equipped with real mettle. When it comes to putting proxy of someone, almost whole class comes to me and kapur, and we as bindas as one can be do it, in everybody’s welfare. Some 3-4 she handles, some 3-4 I handle on regular basis. But when it comes to speak my or her proxy nobody comes forward that audaciously. Now you see such a small yet strong non-profitable-organization we form.

Well, Its like we have 2 compulsory subjects (Artificial Intelligence and Computer Graphics) and then we have to choose 3 electives that forms total 5. It’s so ironic that almost all subjects do have a good portion of mathematical thing but still they look so boring. Last sem was hell and this sem looks quite light, comparatively. Nothing like that 8AM to 9 PM schedule because of that hell of demanding project, placement worries and all. If compared this sem is really a mild breeze. Top of all even gals who used to be real block in arranging mass bunks don’t throw that much tantrums anymore. That’s different thing that I could arrange only one day-long mass bunk till now. Managing mass bunk for some particular subject is comparatively easier. At times it happened that gals were discussing about bunking the class they were sitting in but nobody could bring them out of class. As soon as I enter the class, I hear voices from many mouths ‘ oye bunk karwa re’ . And in next few seconds class is empty. If you think it’s an easy task, its not. Making sure that nobody is in or around the class is not actually a cakewalk. Otherwise the concerned teacher will catch the bakri and explore what’s the plan. The real challenge comes in convincing those highly confused souls. But I proudly proclaims that most of the times I get success. Same goes with making the teacher wind up the class. Nobody except me and kapur dares to start ‘basssssssssssssssssss’ when its just 5/10 minutes left in finishing the class according to time table. No matter whole class want it badly to be wound up but everybody will wait for me to start yelling ‘mam bassssssssssss’ . At times I do. At times I go like ‘ok 1,2,3 start ,bolo- mam basssssssssssssss’ . Again you have to care about right timing and temperament of the teacher. I just wonder how many of them will take risk (calculated one on that) and enjoy doing adventurous things in life if required.

When it comes to electives, let me explain which ones I have chosen over which one and why.

1. PRIP (Pattern Recognition and Image Processing) over GIS and SC( Soft Computing)
Firstly as earlier said the timing problem. Secondly its quite mathematical so lesser things to mug. Thirdly and I guess quite prominent, that other friends were going for it so simple -that cooperation thing in tests. Though I have equal number of friends in SC too but having attended one SC class I soon realized that I cant attend classes from a person who is a research scholar and so much passionate about his subject that he forgets ki he has already taken 10 minutes more out of his given schedule and still willing to take 10 minutes more. So seeing crashed that ‘sir, bassssssssssss’ idea, got me an uncomfortable feeling and I decided to reject this elective.

2. MC (Mobile Computing) over DC (Distributed Computing = Distributed Operating System)
MC class happens at 11 oclock but still I went for it. And as usual there had to be some solid reason and there is. Actually VP sir who taught us Java last sem is taking this subject. Any gal who likes to see a handsome ,smart (though a couple of yrs more in age) guy daily would definitely opt for his subject. Its not I have some aversion for good looking guys, but I surely get embarrassed when I am pointed out almost on regular basis in front of whole class. I explain how. I don’t know why but I feel a strong urge of laughing when I make an eye contact with him. And its just impossible in his class to evade yourself. He is really an intelligent and smart teacher and so makes sure that everyone listens him attentively. Infact I do and used to but at times I failed and that proved me as nothing less than a defaulter.
I share a couple of examples here of his class.

A. Last sem. Sir is already in class. I enter with my project-mates after dealing with a head-banging bug in our project. Just a couple of minutes late. Get seated in chairs and gather from friends that sir has given an another assignment and the deadline is after a couple of days. He was still dictating it. I was very frustrated with that darn bug and then this stupid assignment, I uttered to kapur with a discomposed face- ‘ kya hai ye, jab dekho tab naye naye assignments lekar aa jate hai !’ Don’t think that he listened my sentense. Nah! I was sitting in very last row but yeah the smart man read my face and spoke before whole class without taking my name or pointing me- ‘jisko banana hai wo banaye, jisko nahi banana hai wo na banaye, lekin faces banane ki jarurat nahi hai !!’ . many gals got to know ki its me many got it later. But whatever, to him I was nothing more than a fun-loving, least-interested-in-studies but smart gal who most of the times end up answering his questions.

B. It was an extra class near last sem exams. He was teaching Servlets and then Networking in Java. I asked a couple of good questions , actually because I was attentive. Even I wrote and got my program checked before anybody else in class, when he asked the class to write a particular program at that moment only. It was absolutely correct also. Few minutes later one of my dear friends MJ asked some question who was sitting 2 rows behind me. Sir was not able to locate the very gal who asked the question, i.e MJ and kept finding the gal looking here and there, most of the times at me if I have thrown this question also. Finally MJ spoke - ’Sir, here !’ and I giggled, I mean in a sufficient volume that was audible to a portion of class (though it was smaller one) he was standing in. Till now MJ was explaining her question but at this moment she stopped to join me in chuckling. Guess what sir spoke to MJ with that typical smirk -’ arrey ye to hanste rahenge , tum apna question bolo !’ as if he is ridiculing and disregarding me. I ended up with a deep inhale and quick exhale and a grimace, almost on the verge of blowing smoke from my ears.

C. It happened just a few days ago. It was when we were taking a couple of classes of every subject to have a feel of different subjects so that we can decide if the subject would be tolerable for full 6 months or not. VP is teaching DC this sem. Class was running normally. Everything was fine including me too. Infact I was not laughing but I was talking to arora sitting next to me. It so happened that unknowingly my elbow was touching kapur’s waist who was sitting at the other side of me. She suddenly started to move her waist. Now since my elbow was touching her waist I felt that movement. It seemed to me ki she is doing some sharaarat and that motion of her waist itself felt so funny that I giggled with all my teeth out. Same moment I was made to realize that sir is seeing me. I recovered but was smiling at him with same intensity. I mean how can you control your laugh at the very moment that you started on.

Later I gathered that when sir saw me and arora discussing something he thought we had some doubt about what he was teaching. Smelling that sir gonna ask me if I have some problem, Kapur without uttering anything (as he was seeing us only) shacked her waist to indicate me about the same. In this airtime when I was laughing on this act of her he asked me if I have some doubt or problem with the concept he has just explained. I didn’t hear it and when I realized that he is seeing me I thought he is just enquiring ki why I am laughing. Obviously had I listened that he is asking about our doubts I simply would have said ‘no’ but unaware of it I rather kept on giggling, thinking ki what should I tell him ki why I was laughing. No surprises he gave me same typical smirk and moved on to his next concept.

All this I gathered when class was over. Everybody except me was cackling till their sides started to ache. Kapur was saying -’ anu no doubt he must be considering you a total defaulter !’ .
I was like - ‘Oops ! Man I am not going to opt this elective. Firstly this subject is so much filled with these azeebo gareeb algorithms, palle kuch padne wala hai nahi. Secondly mujhe VP ko dekhte hi hansi ati hai, don’t ask me why, even I don’t know. And finally, and most importantly mai itni frequently be-izzatti sahan nahi kar sakti’ .
My friends replied in unison - ‘abe oye be-izzatti tu kar rahi hai unpe hans ke ya wo teri kar rahe hai ! And you expect , teacher see a naughty gal doing things her way and still doesn’t report it ,what ? !’ .
Me- ’ uff, whatever and moreover I didn’t do it on purpose ! ’ .
Friends- ‘ really? Waise don’t think much, after all we are proud of you. Not everybody can do it !!’
Me- ‘ shukriya, waise mai soch rahi thi ki mere baad sir ko padhane mai kya maza ayega, aur tum logo ka ‘basssssssssss’ kaun shuru karega ?’

Well so hum logo ki bakar-bakar goes on like this endlessly. Space will fall short if I begin to write every thing we do and talk about.

3. RTS (Real Time Systems) over nothing
Yeah, it was an obvious choice since everybody in class went for it because of comparatively light syllabus and previous familiarity. We were infact happy ki a new mam from Thapar is gonna teach this subject. Every positive notion about this subject changed when the new lecturer started to teach (or bore, I must say). My activities in this class went to such an extent that nobody even cant think of let alone doing them. Nobody, I guess has done something so daring in history and will never do what I have done. Must tell you everyone around was so proud of me that somebody dared to do what can be categorised as a real challenge. Its getting quite long so read on in next post…:p