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' !!
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' !!
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